Harry shoved his hands into his pockets as he left the café a few blocks from Grimmauld Place. He'd stopped in for a cup of coffee and pastry after posting his packages to Molly in Diagon Alley. The early April morning was brisk, but not bitterly cold, so he decided to walk, rather than apparate back to number twelve. He was wearing the leather motorcycle jacket that he'd found hidden in Sirius' wardrobe not long after settling in at Grimmauld Place. Kreacher had carefully conditioned the leather until it looked almost new, and Harry wore the jacket nearly every opportunity he had, despite not having the motorbike for which his godfather had certainly purchased it.
He stopped at the newsstand and purchased a copy of The Times, and perused the available titles among the muggle magazines. Harry barely registered the figure watching from the opposite side of the road, as he picked up a copy of Time magazine and GQ. He decided against the magazines, giving the newsstand owner a nod and continuing on, the newspaper tucked under his arm.
Harry headed towards home, thinking he might drop in on Molly later to see how she liked the gifts. He wondered if the drawing of Fred might have been too much. Dean was happy to take the photograph Harry provided and make the picture, but he knew that the loss was still a bit raw for the Weasleys. As he rounded the corner at the end of his street, he noticed that he was being followed. The figure wore a toboggan cap, pulled low over his hair, a pea coat and dark trousers. He kept his head low, and followed at a distance too far for Harry to discern his facial features, but his stride matched Harry's, slowing as he did, and increasing in speed with him as well.
Harry cautiously slid his hand into his jacket, fingertips curling around his wand, as he scanned the street to see if the man had companions. Number twelve was still several houses away, and he didn't want to apparate from the middle of the sidewalk, in case someone happened to be looking out of their window, nor did he want to draw an attack by running. Before he could decide upon a strategy, Harry was seized by the arm and felt the unmistakable pressing sensation of apparition.
His wand was out the moment they landed in a narrow alleyway between two rows of houses. He pointed it at his assailant's throat, only to have his hand batted away as he was shoved roughly against the wall, his lips crushed in a passionate kiss. Harry struggled against the unexpected assault, finally pushing the other wizard away, and staring in shock.
"What the—" Harry pointed his wand again. His stalker slid the hat away from his pale hair. "Bloody hell, Malfoy! What the hell are you doing here?" Harry tentatively lowered his wand.
"I wanted to see you." Draco stepped towards Harry, reaching out towards him. Harry backed away, eyeing him suspiciously.
"You don't fucking abduct people on the street, for fuck's sake!" His back hit the wall, and Draco continued to move towards him. "I nearly cursed you!"
"It would have been worth it," Draco replied, gently pushing his wand hand aside once more. He grabbed the collar of Harry's jacket, pulling him into another kiss. Harry pushed against Draco, but his resistance faltered as the Slytherin pressed him against the wall, sliding his hands down to his waist and gripping it tightly as he rutted against him. They kissed feverishly against the side of the townhouse, until they were startled by the sound of a car horn somewhere on the street.
"Shit. We can't do this," Harry said.
"Then take me home," said Draco, his gaze intense.
"I—" Harry wanted to protest, but Draco had begun to suck on his neck just below his jaw, and he shivered, letting out a frustrated sigh. He grabbed Draco's wrist and disapparated.
They landed ungracefully in the foyer, upsetting a side table and sending a large vase to the floor with a crash. Mrs. Black began to scream obscenities from beneath the shroud that covered her painting. Harry groaned and cursed back at her to shut up, but the lady of the house continued to rant until Draco snatched away the cloth. Walburga Black drew in a sharp breath and stared at him.
"Morgan Le Fay, Lucius! Whatever are you wearing? Your father would be scandalized!"
"I am not Lucius, Aunt. I'm Draco. Do forgive my unfortunate attire. I am in disguise."
"As a muggle? My gods, boy! Whatever for?"
"Can you think of a better way to hide in plain sight? Who looks for a pureblood amongst…the great non-magical." He gave her a devious smile. "I assure you, though distasteful as it is, such apparel was deemed necessary to accomplish the errand which I had undertaken. I will be most pleased to return to proper wizarding attire as soon as the day is finished, and incinerate these awful rags. Please forgive us for disturbing your meditation. We are but humble guests, eternally indebted for your gracious hospitality." Draco gave the portrait a low, courtly bow.
"Clever boy." Walburga's shrill voice softened. "It is heartening that the blood traitor has finally thought to have one of our own in the Noble and Ancient House of Black, if only for a fleeting time. Do give my darling niece my regards." She smiled down at Draco.
"Adieu, Madame." Draco pushed Harry up the stairs as quickly as possible, flicking his wand to cover the painting once more as they went.
"How did you do that?" Harry stared at him. "She's never that polite to anyone."
"I am her nephew—or did you forget?" He pointed his wand at the tapestry, and Harry noticed Draco's picture on the family tree beneath Lucius and Narcissa.
"Oh, right." Harry shrugged. "What are you doing here, Draco? And why did you snatch me off the street like that?" He took off his jacket and tossed it at the nearest chair. It fell short and landed on the floor in a heap.
"I told you, I wanted to see you." Draco removed his coat and scarf, placing them on the piano.
"Why?"
"Oh, honestly! Did you not receive my missive?"
"The green card?"
"It wasn't blank!"
"I know that. I read it. How was I supposed to respond to that?" Harry raked his fingers through his hair. He turned away from Draco's penetrating gaze. His lips were still tingling from the frenetic snog in the alleyway. "What is it that you want from me, Draco?"
"You. I want you, Harry. I can show you a whole new world of ecstasy. I know you felt that thrill with me. Tell me you haven't thought of my mouth on your prick since you left, and I'll say you're lying." Draco grabbed Harry's arm and forced him to turn and face him. Harry crossed his arms and looked away.
Draco was right, he would be lying if he'd said he hadn't thought about the way the blond had looked at him as he stood against the billiard table wanking off, or the amazing thrill that enveloped him when Draco pinned him to the sofa, grinding him into the cushions, and the overwhelming exhilaration of seeing him kneeling between his legs.
"I shagged Adrestia," he confessed, wondering as he spoke, why he felt compelled in that moment to do so.
"I know." He stepped closer to Harry, tugging at his waistband. "I did send her after all." Harry slapped his hands away.
"Draco—"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Potter! Who cares! I just want a fucking shag! If I have to fucking hex you to get it, I will!" Draco grabbed Harry roughly by his belt, pulling him in and crushing their lips together once more.
Harry pushed at Draco's hands and Draco grabbed his wrists. He forced them behind Harry's back. Harry bit Draco's lip, squirming to wrench his hands free. Draco let out a small cry, and reached up to grab a fistful of Harry's hair, yanking his head back and sucking on the sensitive flesh below his ear. In spite of himself, Harry moaned. He grabbed Draco's hair and pulled him away, wrapping his other hand around his throat. Draco groaned breathlessly, his hand still holding Harry's waistband, and rocked his hips into Harry's.
They continued grappling in this fashion until they found themselves on the floor. Harry gained the upper hand and straddled Draco, pinning his hands beside his head. Draco bucked beneath him, sending a jolt of excitement through Harry's groin. Harry stared down at the blond curiously. He rocked his hips downward impatiently.
"I told you, Potter. It doesn't make me angry, it just gets me hot." Draco's eyelids were already heavy with lust and his breathing was shallow. "Is this what you want?" he challenged.
Harry was silent. His mind and body were at war. He wanted Draco desperately, but he didn't know why. Even though he'd told Dean that he couldn't top, he was somehow afraid to yield control to Draco. Yet, try as he might, Harry couldn't quite grasp the reason why. His attention was snatched back to the present by the sensation of Draco's groin jerking into his again as he spoke.
"Well, do something then!" he goaded. Harry narrowed his eyes, and rolled his hips against Draco's, the texture of denim and corduroy stimulating them both into hardness. Harry drew back then and unbuckled Draco's belt, tugging open his fly and yanking his trousers until his erection bobbed free. He took it in hand, sliding his hand up and down the shaft slowly, eliciting a hungry moan from the Slytherin.
Just as Draco's eyelids began to flutter closed with the pleasure of Harry's firm grip on his manhood, he saw the dark-haired wizard began to move back and lower his head toward his cock.
"No!" Draco exclaimed, shoving him back and tackling Harry to the floor. "No! You don't get to do that!"
"But—" Harry was unable to finish, because Draco had begun to kiss him again. He slid his hand down over Harry's crotch, palming his erection through his jeans. Harry arched up to meet him as he melted into the kiss, his protests dying in his throat.
Reason and lust continued to do battle inside Harry's head as Draco maneuvered them both out of their clothes. He was kissing and sucking on his throat and neck while Harry wriggled and tried to push him away despite his own moans and whimpers. Draco pinned his hands to the floor, holding his wrists together once they were finally naked.
"Stop fighting, dammit!"
Harry let out a huff and stared up at Draco. Silver eyes met emerald and held the gaze. Harry pushed up against Draco, who pushed down, their trapped cocks pulsing against taught abdomens.
"I know you don't trust me, Harry. It doesn't change the fact that you want me. You already told me so. I can't fucking function anymore because of you, and that's interfering in areas of my life that need my complete focus. When you were just an unattainable fantasy, it didn't affect me so much." Draco's voice was soft and throaty with want. He rocked his hips as he spoke, their pricks pulsing against each other. "But then you had to go and show up in my life again. You let me take you home. You let me get you off, restrain you, swallow you whole. Now, it's like we're back in school again, and you're the single-most persistent thought in my head." He raked his nails down Harry's side, drawing a moan from him. "All I want is your undivided attention." He trailed a line of kisses over Harry's jaw. "I want to be the first thought you have every morning." He licked Harry's throat. "And the last thought you have as you fall asleep."
Harry thought to himself that Draco's pronouncement had come to fruition long ago and had recently renewed itself with vigor.
"Say you want me, Harry." Draco reached down and began to stroke Harry's cock.
"Oh!" Harry spluttered, closing his eyes. Draco whispered a lubrication charm and gripped him tightly as he stroked with agonizing slowness.
"Say, 'I want you, Draco.'" His slick fingers worked their way over the head before sliding down again. Harry thrust upward into his hand. "Restringo!" Harry's wrists were tied together with an invisible binding that held them to the floor.
"Wha—" His eyes flew open to Draco capturing his lips again with a deep kiss.
"Just admit it, Potter. You want this. Look at you—skin flushed…" he nibbled on a spot where collarbone met neck. "Pupils blown…" Draco closed his lips over the flesh, sucking on it as he gripped Harry's prick tighter and moved his hand faster.
"Ah! Ohhhh!" Harry groaned.
"Resigno Apertus!" Draco hissed and shuddered.
"Wait—what—what was that?" Harry's pulse quickened. He didn't know that spell. What had Draco done?"
"That wasn't for you," Draco replied, his lips still attacking Harry's neck. "Just say it, Harry. I'm dying here, and you know you want it. You're practically gagging for it!" Draco pushed his knee between Harry's legs, letting his thigh rest against his balls. Persistently frotting, Draco grabbed Harry's hair again, pulling his head to get better access to the spot beneath his ear and set to licking and sucking the hot, flushed skin. Harry growled hungrily, pulling against the magical bonds.
"Shit! Fuck—no—fuck—yes! Mmmm, I want you, Draco!" he relented, arching his back. He felt Draco's lips curve against his skin.
"Oh, Merlin, yes!"
Draco kissed a trail down Harry's chest, flicking his tongue over each blush nipple, and licking over this taut abdomen. Harry moaned and writhed with unrestrained lust. His eyes rolled back in his head when Draco's lips finally closed around his shaft.
"Fuck! Fuck! Merlin and Morganna!" He thrust his hips up, pushing into Draco's mouth and down his throat. "Fuck! Draco! Fuck!" And then the glorious sensation of the Slytherin's lips was gone.
Harry opened his eyes. Draco was over him, looking down with an intoxicated gaze as he reached back and gripped Harry's cock.
"What the—" Harry stopped breathing. His eyes widened in shock as Draco eased himself down on Harry's rock hard erection, biting his lip to stifle a satisfied moan as he took in the Gryffindor. Harry pulled at his bonds.
"Don't move!" Draco hissed, digging his nails into Harry's chest as he clenched around the fullness inside him pressing against his prostate.
Harry whimpered. Then Draco began to move, slowly at first. The sensation was overwhelming—so tight and hot—he wanted to pass out.
"Ohhhhhh!" Harry groaned. "Ohhh! Fucking Godric! Shit!" He tugged again at the invisible bonds as Draco moved faster.
"Shit, Harry! Oh, fuck! Oh, by Nemesis in all of my dreams! Fuck! Fuck!" Draco screamed as he rode Harry's cock, throwing his head back, eyes closed.
"Goddammit! Shit! Fuck! Draco! Fuck!" Harry thrust upward to meet Draco's downward movement. Every inch of his flesh was on fire with excitement. The candles in the sconces flickered wildly as his magic flared. "Dimiserit Ligature! Illitus Inlitus!"
Draco gasped when he felt Harry's slick hand close around his prick.
"You—fuck! You—oh fuck!" Draco couldn't manage the question in his head. "Harry! Fucking Harry!"
"Draco! Draco! Oh! Oh!" Harry gripped Draco, tightly, stroking with vigor. He pushed up on his elbow, head back as Draco clenched tightly around him. He wouldn't be able to stand it much longer.
Draco's legs began to quiver as he felt Harry begin to pulse inside him. Harry's grip on his cock was like a vise and he felt himself about to tumble over the edge.
"Shit!"
"Fuck!"
"Godric!"
"Salazar!"
Harry was completely unwound and Draco was shattered. He collapsed on top of Harry, clinging to the other wizard's last twitches of orgasm inside him.
"Merlin, Potter!" He slid away from him and lay beside him on the antique silk rug. He reached to lay a hand on Harry's shoulder, but the dark-haired wizard, turned away from him.
"You are an unbelievably selfish bitch," he muttered.
"I beg your pardon?" Draco scoffed indignantly. "Bitch—maybe, but selfish? I think not."
"Really? 'Oh, for fuck's sake, Potter! Who cares! I just want a fucking shag! If I have to fucking hex you to get it, I will!' I'm not some fucking rent-boy, Draco!" Harry sat up and leaned against the sofa, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
"No, but you are acting like a pissy-arsed, fucking queen!" Draco rolled onto his elbow and fixed Harry with an impatient frown. "Why do you think I have some ulterior motive here?"
"I'm sorry? Where were you from 1991 to 1998?"
"The same fucking place you were, Harry Potter! Mad with jealousy and unresolved sexual tension! Hoping with everything that I had that you would actually notice Draco, not just sodding Malfoy! If anyone's selfish, it's you, Harry! You'd think a sodding legilimens would have realized in all that time! All of the mocking, the provocation—it was just to get your attention—to get you to see me! Then the goddamned war became all too real, and any possibility of you seeing my true feelings died on that motherfucking bathroom floor!" Draco sat up against the opposite couch. "I lied for you, Harry! I gave you my wand!"
Harry felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. His mind suddenly reeled to the past, and the image of Draco pretending not to recognize him…Draco letting go of the wands in his hand just before they escaped Malfoy Manor, came to the fore of his mind. It was replaced by the moment he realized that Snape hadn't won the Elder Wand, but that it had fallen to Draco, who'd lost his hawthorn wand to Harry. The Slytherin had risked everything for the Gryffindor in a most monumental way.
He shook off the dark images of the war and looked at Draco. His eyes were brimming with tears as he glowered at Harry.
"I just can't sort this, Draco. What just happened…I—I wasn't ready for that. I don't—I'm not accustomed to anyone—Merlin, I can't even form a coherent thought!" he muttered, and then heaved a sigh. "People use me, Draco. People always use me to get what they want, or to save them, or make them feel better. The ones who don't—they get hurt because of me…or they die. I'd think you, of all people, could appreciate why I have trust issues."
Harry winced. He hoped Draco didn't take it in the way that it came out. Draco sat, still staring at Harry, his chin on his knee. Harry had the urge to go to him. He couldn't stand to look at the watery grey eyes much longer. They reminded him too much of the cold, hopeless days he'd spent searching for horcruxes.
"I don't know what I'm doing here, Draco." Harry raked his fingers through his hair. Suddenly, Draco was upon him again. Harry gulped when he pushed his knees down and climbed into his lap.
"For that happiness the two cannot find with the other they will find, one in blind obedience, the other in the most energetic expression of his domination." Draco fisted Harry's hair and pulled his head back, brushing his lips over his jaw. "I'll take you any way you'll let me have you." He released Harry's hair and gently trailed his fine fingers over his face.