(What's up, my lovely readers? My muse is thriving with the plot moving so quickly now. I was slightly disappointed by the decrease in reviews for the last chapter, but then I remembered that it's summer and some people have better things to do than read fanfiction in their free time. For this poor college student, though, sitting at home and writing is all I can really afford. XD But I shall persevere! I hope you enjoy this next chapter. It's chock-full of Drarry goodness. This is your warning. ;) Please, please, PLEASE review, my lovely readers. As I sit here writing this, it is actually the morning of my birthday. Think of your reviews for this chapter as belated birthday presents. Thank you. :) )
Harry stumbled into the living room he had so recently left from and nearly gave Draco a heart attack. He got to his feet, frowning in concern as he watched the brunette struggle momentarily to regain his balance. "Merlin, Potter, what are you do –" Harry tackled him back onto the couch where Draco had been sitting before he could finish, knocking the air out of the taller man. Draco gave him a light shove, but the brunette clung to him like a hungry leech. Draco sighed indulgently. "What's all this, then, Harry?"
It took a few shuddering moments for Harry to regain control and sit up slightly, looking up at the taller man. "Ginny," said Harry brokenly, torn between fury and utter despair. "She's… with Dean. I heard them."
Draco's eyes flashed. "Did you confront the selfish bint? Did you kick his bloody arse? Salazar, Harry!" The blonde was clearly working up a good rant, enraged on his friend's behalf over the whole situation, but Harry didn't bother to give him the opportunity to let it out. Instead, he lurched up and forward slightly from his position on Draco's lap and pressed their lips together clumsily. Draco was shocked into silence.
When he pulled back again, Harry whispered, "Draco…. Please…." Make me forget...
Draco stared at him for a moment, torn, and then leaned closer and kissed him again. Harry closed his eyes and sank into the kiss immediately. By the time the kiss broke, Harry found himself somehow guided onto his back on the couch with Draco looming over him, one knee on either side of his body and his hands braced on both sides of his head.
"Harry," he murmured, trailing kisses down his throat. The brunette tilted his head back, making a soft sound. Draco whispered his name over and over in a seductive mantra as he gently kissed around his throat and up to his ear. A swift nibble on the lobe drew an unexpected gasp from the shorter man, quickly followed by a faint blush.
Draco smirked. "Sensitive," he teased, and soon made his way across to the other ear to repeat the action with similar, equally pleasing results. Harry shut his eyes, losing himself in the sensations aroused by the other man. His fury and shame and pain of betrayal were slipping away like leaves in a strong breeze, replaced by the mounting pleasure that had been missing from his marriage to Ginny for quite some time.
Suddenly, he felt Draco get up from the couch, and his eyes shot open, unconsciously lunging forward to grab at his sleeve. "Where are you going?" he asked weakly. His grip on the blonde's shirt was shifted so that they were clasping hands instead. Draco pulled Harry into a sitting position and tugged him up onto his feet.
"To bed," explained Draco, lifting a brow as if the question was a stupid one. Harry immediately turned a deep shade of red.
"Oh." He followed Draco down the hall to the bedroom, his mind quickly speeding up to work double time. Were they really about to…? Did he really want to…? The door was opened, and they both stepped through and let it shut behind them.
Harry found himself nudged backward until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at Draco. "Kick off your shoes and socks, and scoot back into the middle of the bed," murmured Draco, his eyes dark and glazed with lust. A shiver ran down Harry's spine at the heated look as he quickly did as he was told. "Lie down." Again, he obeyed quickly, feeling his heart speed up in his chest as he waited for whatever Draco had planned for him next. "Close your eyes."
He felt the bed shift on his left as weight was added to one edge. His heart began to race, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt gentle fingers tracing lightly over his bare feet up to his ankles until his trousers blocked them from going any further.
A faint annoyed sound reached his ears, and the weight on the bed shifted again so that it was now on his right side, closer to his head. "Draco, what –"
A finger pressed lightly to his lips, silencing him. "Shhh." Gentle fingers slid through his hair and down the sides of his face and neck, slipping down to his collarbone and then the neck of his shirt. Nimble fingers tugged and shifted him until it came over Harry's head and was tossed to the side. Harry kept his eyes shut, even though he was sorely tempted to open them so that he could see exactly what Draco was doing.
Once more the fingers resumed exploring him, sliding along his collarbone and down his chest. A single calloused fingertip brushed over his nipple, making Harry shiver. He jerked, startled, when a pair of lips followed in the wake of his fingers, coaxing a low moan from the brunette.
Soft hair brushed against the side of his face as Draco's lips left his chest and he whispered softly, "What are you thinking of, Harry?"
Unable to resist anymore, Harry opened his green eyes and found himself staring up into glimmering silver. "What?" he asked blankly, his mind wiped clean of everything but the sensations being stirred by the seductive blonde. Draco smirked, clearly pleased with his answer.
"What," he repeated, "are you thinking of right now?"
Harry blinked at him for a moment, confused by the sudden question. "Well… you," he finally admitted quietly.
"Good," purred the former Slytherin, "Because if you're going to be with me, you're going to be thinking only of me. No one else."
Suddenly, Harry realized what Draco was asking and, more importantly, why he was asking. "I'm here because I want to be, Draco. Even if Ginny hadn't… done what she did, I would be here with you. She just… sped up the process a little, that's all." Harry took a deep, shaky breath. "I do want this with you. I do."
Draco stared down at him quietly for a moment. "Are you trying to convince me of that, Harry, or yourself?"
A wave of annoyance coursed through him then. Did Draco really think he didn't know his own mind? Did he doubt that he wanted this?
Frustrated, he sat up suddenly, startling Draco, and managed to roll them across the large bed so that Harry was now on top. He leaned in close to the blonde's face, smirking now. "Does that answer your question, Malfoy?"
The blonde's wide, surprised eyes quickly narrowed. "It does, yes." Draco hoped that Harry wouldn't be able to tell how quickly his heart was beating. It was erotic enough to finally have the opportunity to seduce Harry Potter, a wizard he had fancied for ages now, without said wizard then turning the tables on him like this.
From his new seat of control, Harry contemplated the man beneath him. Testingly, he spread his palms over Draco's chest, enjoying the dark flashes in the silver eyes following his every move whenever he brushed against a nipple through the soft fabric of his shirt. He repeated the move, this time sliding them under the partially-unbuttoned fabric, pleased by the way Draco's breath caught slightly at his touch.
Harry finished unbuttoning the shirt and pulled it out from underneath him gently, tossing it to the floor. Following Draco's previous example, Harry ran his hands down his chest to his stomach, then leaned in close to let his mouth do the same. Draco shivered and groaned quietly. Harry took a great deal of satisfaction from seeing the normally controlled blonde at his mercy like this, coming undone because of what he, Harry, was doing to him.
Harry grew bold, encouraged by Draco's reaction to his touch, and slid his hands down to the waistband of the soft black trousers he wore. There was a noticeable bulge in them by now. Those silver eyes remained locked on his face, daring him to go further. Harry tugged the waistband down somewhat, and then looked up at Draco with a mixture of surprise and arousal.
"You aren't wearing any pants." His calloused fingers rubbed lightly over the exposed skin. Draco smirked at him knowingly.
"I find it to be more comfortable and convenient to go without them from time to time," he purred, leaning up, his elbows braced on the bed beneath him, to get nose to nose with the Boy Who Lived. Harry swallowed.
"No complaints here," he said, and pulled hesitantly on the trousers again, nervous once more. Draco lifted his hips a little, encouragingly. Harry stripped the blonde of the last of his clothing and threw it to the floor, eyes averted.
"Harry." The brunette said nothing. "Harry. Look at me." Slowly, those remarkable green eyes slid over and locked onto him, skimming him from head to foot. Then they darkened to a shade Draco had never seen before, sending a shiver through him. "Do you like what you see?" teased the blonde.
Harry had been worried that, despite how much he had been enjoying the kissing and touching, that when it came right down to it he would be turned off by it all. But staring down at Draco Malfoy, his pale skin flushed, his silver eyes dark and molten with excitement, his cock standing at attention because of him, because of Harry, was more arousing than he could have ever imagined. "Godric, yes," whispered Harry.
Draco pulled Harry down for another kiss, encouraged, and worked at the front of Harry's trousers until he was able to help the brunette kick out of them as well, leaving them both now fully undressed. In the slight struggle to wiggle out of his clothes, Harry found himself flat on his back once more, looking up at a triumphant – and turned on – Draco.
Harry gasped and moaned loudly as Draco's hand suddenly slid up his thigh and slipped between his legs, stroking him with just the tips of his fingers teasingly. His grip shifted and he fisted the growing erection, stroking it as he dropped his head and stole yet another kiss from lips he had been dreaming about for years. It almost seemed too good to be true.
Draco was startled when he suddenly felt another hand upon his own cock, then he shut his eyes and hissed in pleasure and forgot to be surprised as it began to stroke him. "Couldn't let you have all the fun," Harry moaned, quickly adapting to the idea of stroking someone else. It wasn't too different from stroking himself, after all. Especially since Draco had his hand on him. He could almost imagine that he was doing it himself, if he hadn't known any better.
"Feel free to jump right in," grunted Draco, his strokes quickening as his breath grew short, his body soon glistening with sweat from the exertion. Harry was soon equally slick, head kicked back into the pillows.
Draco came first with a hoarse shout and a shudder that threatened to send him into a boneless heap on top of Harry. He kept himself upright, continuing to stroke Harry until he too gave a shout and shuddered as his body reached its climax. Draco climbed off of Harry and slid under the sheet with a yawn, already mentally working to build back up the walls between them before the inexcusable happened.
Before he had the chance to push him away, however, Harry had rolled over and latched onto him, burying his face in the blonde's chest. Draco faltered. "Harry…" he began, ignoring the slight tremor that he refused to believe was actually there. But there was no response. The other man, both physically and emotionally exhausted, had already tumbled into a deep sleep and only shoving him clear out of the bed would succeed in waking him.
With a sigh, Draco leaned back against the pillows and looked down at the brunette with a small frown. He glanced to either side, as if expecting someone to be watching them, and then quickly lowered his head and kissed the crown of Harry's head. "I love you, you oblivious git," he whispered.
(Time skip)
Dear Dad,
James and Scorpius are fighting. James said some really, really awful stuff about Scor and his dad after Gryffindor lost a Quidditch match against Slytherin. It was their first loss of the season and he took it way too personally. Scor said he accepted his apology, but he still doesn't really want to forgive him. So now Scorpius and James never talk, and whenever they're around reach other they always fight and end up storming away from each other. It's really frustrating. What should I do? I thought you might know how to fix it.
Love, Albus
Albus read the letter four times before he sealed it and sent it off, frowning to himself as he watched his owl disappear into the distance. The situation between Scorpius and James wasn't improving at all. Scorpius still hung out with Albus, and things were normal between them as long as they didn't talk too much about James, but at meals and between classes, sometimes Scorpius and James ran into each other and it got ugly fast.
James yelled at Scorpius a lot, and Scorpius snapped right back at him. Their fights were usually pointless and would have never been an issue before the Quidditch incident. Ever since James had lost Scorpius' trust – and apparently his friendship – the littlest of things seemed to set the two off and nothing Albus ever said or did made them act any differently.
Albus had tried to address the problem separately to the two, and they both promised to try and do better about the fighting for his sake, but neither of them were doing a very good job with that. Every time they ran into each other sparks continued to fly. If anything, it was only getting worse, rather than better.
"I can't wait for the Easter holidays," said Albus, resting his chin on his palm as he watched Scorpius practice several spells on the feather sitting between them on the table. "It'll be nice to get home for a little while again."
Scorpius hummed quietly in agreement and muttered the spell again, frowning as it failed to work for a third time.
Rather than be discouraged, Albus just smiled and continued to ramble. It wasn't unlike Scorpius to be consumed by his studies, but he knew the blonde would still somehow recall everything he had said were he to ask him to repeat it back to him. Just because he didn't respond didn't mean he hadn't heard him. "You could maybe come to visit us this time. Since we went to your place last time." Scorpius shot him a quick glance.
"James," he said shortly, and left it at that. Albus sighed.
"Are you going to let him ruin our holiday AND our summer?" he demanded. "Your dad is going to get annoyed if I keep coming around and you never get to come visit me instead, right? Watching over someone else's kid all summer in his free time probably won't be very fun for him. Especially since he's only used to one kid, right? I mean –"
Scorpius laughed softly, concentration broken, and looked over at Albus, an exasperated, and yet amused, smile on his lips. "My father will have no problem with you coming to visit as much as you want this summer. We're old enough to amuse ourselves. It will hardly be too much of an inconvenience for him. The same goes for the Easter holiday. You worry too much, Albus. Everything will be fine." Albus smiled, reassured.
"If you say so. But I still think it would be brilliant if you could come visit us instead sometimes. We could even go to my Uncle Ron's house and practice Quidditch for next year! They have enough space outside to have a small practice pitch sort of thing, and we play there all the time! And Rose will be there, and you can meet Hugo, and it'll be totally wicked!"
Scorpius shook his head at his friend's enthusiasm. "And James?"
Albus scowled. "You two need to stop fighting. Then we wouldn't have to worry about anything like that." Scorpius just stared at him pointedly.
The brunette sighed. "Maybe by then things will be better between you two. There's not much we can do until it actually happens right now, I guess." Scorpius nodded, accepting this, and returned to trying to spell their feather.
After Transfiguration, the boys headed for the courtyard to continue hanging out until it was time for their next class. "Oh, wait! I forgot my book back in the classroom! Hang on, Scor, I'll be right back!" Albus turned and dashed back off in the direction they had just come from, calling over his shoulder, "Just wait for me in the courtyard!"
Scorpius smiled faintly and shook his head, but continued on. Albus was quite unlike anyone else Scorpius knew, endlessly kind and friendly to everyone he could be. He was almost unendingly cheerful and very much his, Scorpius', opposite. But perhaps that was why they were such good friends. Opposites tended to attract.
As soon as Scorpius rounded the corner to the courtyard, he knew there was going to be trouble. James was already there with a few of his friends, laughing loudly and, in Scorpius' ears, obnoxiously. Scorpius didn't have any interest in starting a fight all on his own. He had gotten picked on enough already this year without going looking for trouble.
Instead, he leaned against the stone wall just out of sight of the courtyard and waited for Albus to return, closing his eyes and blocking out the sounds coming from the older boys as best he could. Of course, his lack of focus nearly got him knocked off his feet when Albus returned and tackled him excitedly.
"Hey, Scor! What're you doing waiting… here…?" Before he could even finish the sentence, Albus could hear the loud-mouthed boys as well, and he frowned slightly. "Oh."
Scorpius' brows furrowed at the disappointed look that briefly crossed the brunette's face. Feeling guilty, he rested one hand gently on his shoulder, smiling slightly when Albus looked at him. "Why don't we go down to the lake instead?"
Albus nodded reluctantly, but he didn't perk back up right away. It wasn't until the courtyard was far behind them that he finally brightened and began to behave normally again. A very troubled Scorpius tried to put the incident behind him, but the image of Albus' face lingered in his mind for a long while afterward.
(Time skip)
Harry woke up feeling warm and content for the first time in months. Maybe even years. With a satisfied yawn, he rolled onto his side, and found himself pressed snugly against a warm, naked body under the blankets. Everything that had happened the night before came rushing back, and Harry sat up slightly to look down at the still-sleeping blonde beside him.
"Merlin," whispered Harry incredulously, sinking back down into the sheets with a muffled groan. "We actually did it."
Not that he hadn't intended to go through with it, but his brain was still trying to catch up with the rest of him at the moment. It seemed difficult to imagine that after so many years of being attracted to women, of being married to a woman, he would find himself in this situation with a man. Considering who the man was, of all blokes, only made it more difficult to believe that it could possibly be true. Draco Malfoy…
Harry turned his head and considered the blonde at his side. His hair was mussed, though just as angelic spread out over the pillow as he had imagined, and his face was relaxed for once, lending him an air of vulnerability that Harry had never seen before. The peaceful image was marred by the dark black tattoo glaring up at him from his forearm.
Cautiously, Harry leaned closer to study the offensive image, frowning slightly. He hadn't been lying when he had told Draco he didn't mind that he had the Dark Mark, but he still wished that there was some way to have it removed. He was sure that it would ease Draco's mind to have the constant reminder out of his life. But no doubt he had already looked into it. It was just something that would have to be endured.
"When you've finished ogling the ugly bit of me, you're welcome to turn your attention to something rather more attractive," drawled Draco, startling Harry from his thoughts. The brunette flushed and quickly pulled back.
"Sorry," stammered Harry immediately.
"Don't apologize. It's hideous, but in a way that makes it hard not to stare, I suppose." The blonde shifted onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. "Funny seeing you still here. I thought you might have gone back home already."
Harry frowned. "I wasn't going to leave before you woke up."
The earnest answer had Draco nearly shaking his head at the somewhat naïve brunette. "I suppose I should stop being surprised by your utter lack of guile, Potter. But it is probably high time that you returned home and confronted the selfish bint you still call your wife." Harry frowned, clearly not in any hurry to do any such thing.
Draco sighed and glanced over at him. "Need I remind you that Gilbert is coming home today and I will also need to deal with him. It's for the best if we go our separate ways and see what comes after. Shall we plan to meet after work tomorrow?"
Harry's frown morphed into a faint scowl at the mention of the other brunette, but he said nothing against it. He knew Draco was right; they each had responsibilities to attend to for today. Tomorrow after work they would be able to better discuss what had happened between them and their significant others. Reluctantly, Harry nodded. "Yeah, tomorrow after work, then. Sounds brilliant." Draco nodded, accepting this.
"All right, then. Now, we should find your clothes and get you on your way." The blonde slid out of the bed and began to gather the clothes scattered around the edges of the bed. He didn't bother to clothe himself, comfortable with his nudity, and he enjoyed watching the heat flood Harry's face as he watched Draco walking around.
Inwardly, Draco wanted more than anything to let Harry stay there forever. He would turn Gilbert away and get on with the divorce from the cheating, lying witch Harry had been unfortunate enough to marry, and then they would be able to be together whenever they wanted. He would work out a relationship with the wizard he loved, and things would be perfect. However, life wasn't perfect. Draco knew that lesson well by now.
And so he gathered Harry's clothes and handed them over, watching as the brunette quickly dressed, blushing and embarrassed the entire time. For propriety's sake, Draco threw on a robe and followed Harry to the fireplace to watch him leave, biting his tongue the whole time to keep himself from begging the other man to stay even longer.
"If you need me for anything just let me know," said Draco with a shrug. "I intend to be here all day unless something unexpected comes up. If you need any help with the bint just say the word. I'd be only too happy to oblige."
Harry smiled briefly. "Thanks, Draco. I know you mean it, which is the scary part. I can handle Ginny, though. Don't worry."
There was an awkward silence between them for a moment. "Well, I'll see you at work tomorrow, I guess," Harry said finally.
Draco nodded. "Yes, I'll see you then. And after, as well." Harry nodded and then stepped forward and kissed Draco before he could change his mind about it, blushing a shade of red darker than a Weasley's hair.
Surprised, Draco barely had time to return the kiss before Harry was pulling away and tossing the Floo powder, throwing himself into the flames the instant they turned green. Draco watched until the fire turned back to its usual color, and then he sat down on the couch and just stared into the flames. So much for building up walls before the inexcusable could happen.
(Whew, finally finished. :) I hope you enjoy this, my lovely readers, I worked extra hard on it just for you guys. I am now working two part time jobs, so my schedule is crammed and unpredictable for the remainder of the summer. Let's see how that works in with my schedule for this story, eh? Lol, I seriously do hope everyone reviews this time. I see everyone who only favorites or adds my things to their alerts, and it's all very flattering, but reviews are the perfect pick me up after a hard day at work or helping my mother. So please, PLEASE review! :D I look forward to hearing from you, lovely readers.)