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Author's Note #1: Written in 1st POV. One scene makes up one chapter. Please note that the first few chapters are rather short; however let us assure you that this changes as the story progresses. Selly (Selly87) wrote Draco's POV, whilst Bru (dracosoftie) wrote Harry's POV, which considering that Bru has a soft spot for Draco, did not cause a brutal catfight between the two authors. The decision as to who writes which character was a mutual one and if you check the records of St Mungo A&E you will find none, unless of course you check for the records of one Harry Potter and one Draco Malfoy.
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Chapter 50:
Harry's POV, five months later, the day before
Draco jumps when I burst into the room, holding a finger to Draco's lips to keep him quiet as I wrap my arms around him and hustle him across the room. He nips at my finger, and I can barely make out the question and challenge in his grey eyes in the gloom of the closet I've moved us to. Before he can say anything, though, the door to his study opens again.
"Harry? Draco?" Narcissa calls out, stepping into the now-empty room.
We hear her heels click as she walks back out into the corridor, and I grin at Draco, replacing the finger I've held against Draco's mouth with my lips. I'm just about to push the door to the closet open so we can step out when we hear voices outside.
"He'll have to come back in here eventually," Narcissa says. It sounds like she's standing right in front of the closet door.
"Should we just check back later, then?" Pansy asks, and Draco nods violently. I stifle a laugh by pressing my face against his chest.
"No, we can finish up our plans while we wait here," Narcissa answers, and I slump in defeat. We hear her dress slide against the leather sofa Draco keeps next to the window, apparently settling in for a nice, long wait.
"So many last-minute details," Pansy murmurs, and I can make out the rustle of parchment as she apparently spreads out whatever they're looking at on the coffee table.
I groan softly, and Draco elbows me in the ribs. He mouths the word "Apparate" to me, but I shake my head. I doubt it would work in such a small space – even if the telltale crack wouldn't give us away, which it would. He rolls his eyes, but before I can protest I see a dangerous look come over his face. Moments later his hands are ghosting down over the front of my trousers, palming against the soft bulge of my cock.
"Draco!" I mouth, fully aware that the chastisement is practically meaningless since I can't make a sound.
He smirks at me, winking as he outlines my growing erection with his thumb. It's hard not to groan as he coaxes me to full hardness with a few deft strokes, and harder still when he unfastens my trousers and thrusts his hand inside. The zipper had seemed unnaturally loud in the confined space, but Narcissa and Pansy are still chatting away outside, so apparently it passed without notice.
The sound of my heavy breathing probably won't, though, and I bite my lip as I force myself to regulate my breathing, desperately trying to be quiet. Draco is no help at all; he's freed my erection from my pants by now, and the fabric is bunched around my knees. I can't help but grunt as his fingers twist over the head of my cock, and both of us still instantly, tensed for discovery. The seating chart they're poring over is apparently engrossing enough that they missed the sound, though, and neither Pansy nor Narcissa says anything about the strangled sound.
"I hate you," I mouth at him, but he just smirks and shrugs, giving my cock a particularly violent tug in response. I shiver, leaning into his body as he jerks me off. I can taste blood where my teeth have pierced my lip, but it doesn't stop me from clenching my teeth even tighter. I'm close, so close, and I don't know how I'll get through this orgasm quietly.
Draco's chest is rising and falling quickly, and I'm gratified that at least he's not totally unaffected by the torture. I grind against him, my hip bone grazing across the prominent erection that's straining against the wool. He hisses softly, speeding up his strokes in retaliation. Soon I'm so focused on not screaming or groaning out loud that I can't tease him. My hands fist in his shirt, my head buried against the curve of his neck as my body tenses and shudders, my cock spasming heavily in his hand as my come spurts against his trousers, adding to the already prevalent scent of sex that clouds the small space. My teeth are clenched so tightly it hurts, but part of me is triumphant; I've managed to keep absolutely quiet somehow.
"Bastard," I mouth at Draco when I'm sure my breathing is even again, finally letting go of his shirt and lifting my head from his shoulder. My trousers are still pooled around my feet, and my pants are somewhere around my knees. If Narcissa or Pansy was to open to the door for any reason, they'd have no trouble figuring out what we'd been up to. Mortification sweeps over me as I realize I've just had one off with my future mother-in-law on the other side of a very thin door.
"Idiot," Draco mouths back, rolling his eyes again. He grabs his wand, casting a Silencing Charm before Apparating out of the closet.
I stare in shock at the empty space he was in just seconds ago, my face flooding with color as my mortification increases. I'd completely forgotten that we could Silence the closet. I close my eyes, hurriedly fumbling to right my clothing before renewing the charm and Apparating out myself.
***
Draco isn't in our bedroom, which is the first place I look. Last I saw him, he had a raging erection, so I figured he'd head back here to take care of it before going to talk to his mother and Pansy. But a thorough search of the rooms comes up empty, and I swallow my growing annoyance as I stalk down the corridor toward his study. My anger grows as I feel a blush creeping back into my cheeks as I near the open door – I can't believe I'm about to go see Narcissa after what just happened.
"Harry! There you are," Pansy trills, and I slink into the room, sighing as she pulls me down on the sofa next to her. I'd hoped to just peek inside to see if Draco was there, but she'd spotted me. And to add insult to injury, Draco wasn't there. Where the hell could he be?
"Do you think the Weasleys would mind sitting with the Bulstrodes?" Narcissa asks without preamble, shoving the parchment they've been looking at over my way. It's covered in tiny figures, each of them labeled with the name of one of the 650 wedding guests that will descend on the Manor tomorrow. She's managed to animate it somehow, and the tiny Molly is sitting with her back to the tiny (but still somehow imposing) figure of Millicent Bulstrode and two people I assume are her parents.
"I thought the Weasleys were sitting at one of the family tables up front?" I ask, peering at the parchment.
Narcissa sighs, but I see Pansy grin out of the corner of my eye.
"Of course, dear. I'll just move a few more things around," Narcissa says, muttering softly to herself as she sweeps her wand across the parchment, relocating tiny figures.
I watch her work for a moment, somehow fascinated by the intricate process. It's as though she thinks another war will break out if we don't get this right. As I cock my head and watch as she moves Theo Nott and his wife to a table with Seamus Finnigan and Justin Finch-Fletchley, I wonder if it maybe she's right. I shake my head, laying my hand lightly over hers and guiding her wand to a different table, thereby ensuring world peace for another day by seating the Notts with the Bulstrodes, freeing up space at the other table for the Abbotts.
"Did you need anything else?" I ask, standing quickly in the hopes that she won't.
She's too busy to notice my rudeness, for once. She shakes her head, still concentrating on the seating chart. I notice for the first time that even the portraits have labels, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I realize she's bringing down what looks like the majority of the Malfoy Family Gallery to observe the festivities. I'm suddenly ridiculously glad that portraits can only be animated after the subject dies; otherwise I'm sure Lucius would be attending our little fete, and I'm rather sure his commentary would not be of the congratulatory sort.
"Oh, Harry?" Narcissa calls just before I've reached the freedom of the open doorway.
"Yes?" I ask, plastering a smile on my face instead of the grimace that's threatening.
"Do be a dear and remind Draco that it's impossible to hide from someone who is tied into the wards here at the Manor. You'll find him in the library."
I swallow thickly, nodding as I turn to head out. My blush is returning, and the familiar weight of mortification rushes back and threatens to crush my chest.
"And Harry?"
I squeeze my eyes closed before turning, opening them to find Narcissa and Pansy facing me, bemused expressions on both of their faces.
"If you try to ruin the ceremony or reception by slipping away for a bit of afternoon delight like you did today, I will find you, and I will bring you back," she says calmly, her serene smile contradicted by the fire in her blue eyes.
"Of course, Narcissa," I say weakly, nearly sprinting from the room as soon as she nods in approval and dismisses me.
TBC
