JK Rowling owns all rights to Harry Potter. I make no money from this and am simply enjoying myself.
Mature content. You have been WARNED!
A/N: Next chapter is the last chapter T_T. Im happy and nervous to mark this complete!
A/N: Again major thanks to my main beta Bella and a little surprising help from my new beta Lisa regarding the London Eye suggestion. My Drarry is the OTP group also wanted the uh...well I dont want to spoil it but they suggested everything used in the last scene. I kind of feel like it is crap but oh well! It's what you get!
Side note: I'm not a friggin English major and I have never wrote anything before. There are going to be punctuation and grammar errors. It's reality. Can't handle it don't read.
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The voice he heard was soft and slightly more than a whisper. He was able to register the cool pressure on his head which he tried to move away from. Moving was a bad idea though as it triggered the unbearable and painful ache. His joints might as well be on fire again despite the cold against him.
"Come on Draco wake up," the voice came again, this time clearer. Draco wanted to growl but that took effort he didn't have. He didn't want to be awake. His body hurt too much and his brain felt fuzzy. All the warmth he had felt only a moment ago was gone. "...you need to drink this. You will feel better," the voice insisted.
Despite absolutely loathing the idea Draco forced himself to pry open his eyes finally. It was blurry and took a moment to focus in on any one specific thing, but he vaguely recognized the form of his mother towering above him. Apparently he was still on the floor where he had fallen under the power of the cruciatus.
There was some shuffling about and a hand lifted his head. Instinct told him to jerk away but he wasn't about to try that again. "Here, drink it. It's just some water. Your mother called an elf to fetch a pain relief and rejuvenating potions."
Sometime in the last minute his eyes had drifted shut again. Upon forcing them open again his vision was clearer and he could make out Astoria as the one trying to press a glass to his lips. Completely in his personal space.
"I'm so sorry Draco," Astoria started. Merlin how he didn't want to hear whatever she had to say. "I tried to stop him when he told me but he wouldn't listen. Here. Drink this."
Moving his tongue just the slightest, he realized he couldn't anymore due to how parched he was. It wouldn't hurt to have a drink he supposed. No. His subconscious did not like the idea of ingesting anything from the daughter of the man that had just tortured him. Even the thought of taking potions from his mother had his brain saying no.
Astoria gave up when he didn't open his dry mouth and sat the glass next to his ear. The sound vibrating off where it hit the hard marble floor caused a fresh wave of throbbing to pulse through his head. "Do you want us to get Harry? What's his floo address?" Astoria asked.
The young woman seemed concerned enough. He glanced up to his mother and saw nothing on her face. Not that he actually cared if she cared, but he wasn't about to give out Harry's floo address to someone he despised and wanted no contact with. Or his ex betroavaled whose father had just crucio-ed the daylight out of him for that matter.
He did want Harry though. Should of let the Gryffindor come after all. It wouldn't have been a big deal if they were seen together after all considering he was the auror in charge of guarding him.
Send an owl. Draco tried to clear his throat to speak but his muscles still felt unbearably tight. It was a challenge to form words and speak when paired with the dryness of his mouth. He finally managed to croak out one word after half a minute. "Owl."
"Okay how about we levitate you upstairs to wait? A bed would be…." Astoria offered but Draco shot her a glare that silenced her. He didn't even need to speak. Like hell if he wanted anyone moving him both due to pain and trust.
His mother finally spoke when Astoria cut herself off. "Draco darling you should be in bed. It will take a few hours to feel even remotely better. You know this, and you need to take the potions."
When his head was lifted again he did pull away, despite the fresh wave of pain from moving to quickly it caused. He was pleasantly surprised when he let his head fall back and it made contact with a pillow instead of hardness. Then all of a sudden Draco could hear house elves around him making a fuss. Most likely because he was laying on the floor and they were unable to take care of him. It was elf mentality after all especially when given under his mother's orders.
The next sound he heard was the thundering of footsteps waking him. Apparently he had fallen asleep again, and groaned at the annoyance. Hopefully it wasn't finally coming back to finish him.
A warm hand grabbed his cheek. What was it with people touching him now? Couldn't they just leave him alone? It was really warm though. Turning into the touch he opened his eyes and were met with vibrant green ones that instantly caused his body to relax. As much as it could anyways.
Harry's heart was hammering in his chest. It had been since the very moment an unknown owl had flown in with a piece of parchment that bore Astoria's name and direction to come to the manor urgently because Draco had been attacked. He knew he shouldn't have let the stubborn git go back alone.
"Draco? Are you okay?" Harry asked softly just as the blond's eyes were closing. They had only opened briefly. When they shut completely with no response he turned to the women who were standing near them. "What the bloody hell happened!?" he shouted.
Narcissa remained silent unphased by his attitude and spoke cooly. "I appreciate the concern you have over my son's current state of health ."
"What. Happened?" Harry bit out this time turning to Astoria instead.
"My father cast a crucio on him. Numerous times," she answered weakly.
"WHAT?" Harry roared in disbelief and watched the young woman flinch. "He needs to be in bed! He needs potions! How did this happen? Who is your father? Tell me!" Standing back up he clenched his fist and began to pace. Dead. Bloody dead is what he will be. The blond couldn't have given him a reason to crucio him. His wand was under ministry observation now.
Astoria's voice was even weaker and almost desperate now. "My father was upset….he...I tried to talk it out of him I did. But had instructed one of the elves to fetch us when Draco came back. So we could discuss our marriage. He has been avoiding us and the Manor. Apparently father knew about your involvement and was furious. I tried to talk him out of going and to just leave it alone but….
"Where is he? Where!" Harry knew he was still being loud but his blood was louder in his ears. Talk? Some talk. I will show him talking then if that is….
"He has been taken down into the dungeons for the moment," said evenly disrupting his racing thoughts and pacing. "I stunned and have since obliviated him so there is no need for worry."
Harry didn't mean for his jaw to drop how it did. He really didn't. Oblivating someone wasn't illegal but Harry wanted this man to suffer for the pain he had caused Draco. A year in a dark damp cell surrounded by dementors every second of every day seemed like a good way to do it.
"How is he going to pay for doing this then?" Harry asked gesturing to Draco. "We can't very well use truth serum or a pensieve if he has no guilty memories to provide!"
and Astoria both looked at him blankly and exchanged a look, but spoke first. "Tell me . What exactly would happen if you took him into custody? Full memories and all? He would be telling the entire department, therefore the entire wizarding world of your involvement with my son. Is that not what you have been trying to prevent from happening in the first place?"
Harry went to speak but then his mouth closed. That would be exactly what would happen. He wasn't sure if he felt angry justice wouldnt be done or relieved they wouldn't be outted yet. What about them? "What's going to prevent you two from running straight to the bloody Prophet?
Astoria fiddled with the edge of her dress and narrowed her eyes. "I assure you I wish no ill will on my son regardless of his activities or choices at the moment. It may have passed your knowledge all these months but my son struggles emotionally at times for good reason. Letting the Prophet know in any way of your involvement would be nothing but detrimental to his health."
"And I don't want anything bad to happen to Draco. He was the perfect gentleman to me and we knew our marriage wasn't about love," Astoria said.
"Okay? So you expect me to believe just because Draco was nice to you you wont go sobbing to the press and your circle about how you lost your bretovaled?" Harry snapped at her causing her to look away.
"I may have….other arrangements made also. Truer to my heart arrangements," she whispered and Harry noted how looked down at her from the corner of her eyes as if annoyed. She must not have been aware of Astoria's other arrangement. Whatever that really means.
Harry pressed his lips together tightly. So tightly he could feel the pressure building and he wanted to hex someone, or something, so bad. Sure he may be able to believe Draco's mother but how was he to trust Astoria. He wasn't about to force her into an unbreakable and he couldn't pull the auror card. There was no leverage on her. Fucking Merlin's ballsack!
"Here are some potions we fetched for him," Astoria offered him a tray containing 5 different vials. "He wont take them from us. Maybe he will for you?".
Harry scoffed at the offering. Who knew what they could truly contain. He wouldn't put anything past the 2 of them for all he knew. "Not bloody likely. We are leaving and I will fetch him what he needs. If you so much as say one word about us so help me you won't be able to hide."
Spontaneously deciding Harry flicked his fingers at the 2 women a thin flood of invisible magic flew towards them. He smirked when their eyes widened, Astoria's more than , indicating they had felt the attachment. "Location spell. Like I said. Nowhere to hide," Harry repeated.
Bending down, he tried to rouse Draco. Although he groaned and made an effort to move it seemed the blond was going in and out of consciousness. When they were half way up to their feet with him propping the man up, Draco's knees gave out and they both dropped back to the floor. Harry winced from his knees hitting the floor with so much weight.
Looking up as he kept his support tight on the blond he glared seeing the two women watching him. Frustration taking over he knew he was being dramatic but it was convenient at the moment and would only remind them of his capabilities further. Honestly he didn't use wandless magic unless he was in a real mood. This being one of those times.
Unsure if the Manor wards would allow them to apparate Harry cast a wandless lightening charm on the blond. He would take them outside the front gates of the Manor to apparate from there since he wasn't willing to take the floo in the Manor. Maneuvering his hold on Draco he flicked his wrist and it sent both large entryway doors open wide in the other entrance hall behind the women. Lifting Draco easily now he brushed past them both and left.
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Although the room was dark he knew he wasn't alone. There was the warm comfort of what could only be Harry's chest pressed against his back and a weighted arm draped across his waist. Draco was fairly certain the man wasn't asleep based on his breathing and fingers stretching then relaxing against his stomach repeatedly. It was as if they had been there a long time and protesting staying in the same position.
"So," Draco said softly into the darkness, just in case Harry was still asleep. "How long was I out?" The man's arm squeezed him lightly around his midsection as he spoke seemingly happy to have heard his words. It really did make Draco wonder how long he had been passed out. 18 hours? What day is it? What's the last thing you remember? He mulled around in his memory. Thelast thing he remembered was loud noise. Shouting? Banging? Shoes?
A deep sigh of relief was emitted from the body behind him. Oddly enough with their bodies molded together in comfort Draco felt every inch of skin against his back and it soothed his sore muscles. Weird. Then again he also had never woken up from the curse with someone in bed with him. Let alone Harry Potter.
His muscles were bound to be tense and tired a little longer. Harry must have given him some potions at some point although he didn't remember taking them. Otherwise upon waking the pain would have been intense enough to cause him to groan and whimper just from being awake. A hard tight throb in each strand of every muscle would be pulsing with his heart. The extreme lingering results of being put under the cruciatus multiple times.
Skimming Draco's ribs the hand on his body took to smoothing the skin, which was also sore from the tension from where it had been pulled taunt as his body had withered along with his muscles. The sensation of being rubbed felt marvelous. Therapeutic.
"About 10 hours," Harry finally answered into the nape of his neck. "I gave you the strongest pain potion I have and a touch of dreamless sleep."
Draco tensed subconsciously hearing the potion name and wasn't comfortable enough to realize the action didn't hurt like it should have. He didn't much fancy having another go around with the potion. The memory of wanting to wanting to kill himself wasn't one he wanted to open especially right now. Harry made a calming 'shhhh' noise and he relaxed slowly again as his side was caressed much firmer now.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked after a moment longer of shhhhh him.
The blond tried rolling the shoulder that he wasn't lying on. The pain wasn't really there, a bit stiff and achy but not painful. Twisting his neck to try and look back, he found he could do so without wincing. It allowed him to finish the movement and he rolled onto his back stretching out his body fully. His long arms and legs brushing into Harry's close body as he did so. He felt better than he expected,
"I'm fine," Draco concluded. "I'm just going to be a bit sluggish for the next day I'd say. Need to give my muscles time to realize they won't be spasming up again. Even when the crucio ends the tightness remains like your body is naturally trying to protect against the sudden harshness. Last's a fucking week if you dont get any potions in you." There had been a few times in the Manor where he had been denied healing and pain relief potions after a go with the curse. Curtiosity of the Dark Lord usually for his and his fathers worthlessness.
Harry mumbled a lumos without his wand and the candles around the room lit to a low light. Draco smiled getting to see the Gryffindors power and tan skin glowing in the low candle light. He had only seen the man use wandless magic one before they shagged. Wanker had vanished his clothes and he hadn't been able to find him. Now which he was grateful for or he would have bailed that night again.
"I know. Madam Pomphrey gave me a few vials of potions after the Triwizard Tournament," Harry admitted propping himself up on his elbow.
"You have been crucio-ed?" Draco asked. Well he did go through the bloody war also with almost everyone out to get him so yes he probably got caught under it a time or 2. He regretted asking though when the man's bright eyes dulled a little and a somber expression took over the smile on his face.
Harry nodded. "Yea. The…." he hesitated. Out of unspoken agreement they both had avoided really discussing anything about the war, but he realized they would need to soon enough. It was unavoidable really. "The graveyard. You know where Voldermort was brought back to life. He crucioed me after he killed Cedric Diggory."
"Oh…." Draco didn't know what to say to that. He remembered the scene after the tournament well enough. Stands applauding the unknown winner before the realization someone had been killed hit them. Everyone had taken bets on how long Harry would stay alive during the thing and he had been briefly terrifying to think the prat had actually died. That was not something he had ever admitted to anyone.
"You sound all to at ease and familiar with this," Harry offered in an effort to steer the conversation away from the war. This probably wasn't something they should be talking about at 3am after such an emotional roller coaster of a week and multiple rounds with the torture curse. Did the blond have a high pain tolerance? Or had the potions been marvelously brewed? He always made sure he had the best potions on his shelves.
Draco let out a dry laugh. "Let's just say a weakling such as myself was prone to death eater amusement after the Dark…..after Voldermort moved in. Father never used it on me though. He would just hex me or cane me when I got to smart with him or he was incredibly irate."
Harry pressed his lips together. Fuck well that attempt didnt work out. "We don't need to talk about any of this right now Draco I didn't mean for it to go…."
"It's fine," Draco said much to quickly.
"What happened at the Manor?" Harry blurted out just as quickly wanting to avoid war stories. "I got an owl from Astoria not even an hour after you left."
The blond started to replay the events. "I went straight to my…" Draco sat up in a panic at the realization he was undressed and his robes were missing. Therefore all the possessions he had gathered were also. "Where are my robes!?"
Pulling on his shoulder to encourage him to lay down again Harry told him not understanding the panic over some old robes. "It's fine, they are fine. They are over there on the chair."
Draco sighed in relief and sank back down onto the mattress. "I shrunk my old school trunk and put it in my pocket. It's got all my things inside. No house elf greeted me, which Pidley should have since I was gone so long. So father officially knows and I'm officially 100% disowned." Draco chuckled happily. Most people would have considered his laughter mental. "Mother didn't greet me either. I went straight to my room and began packing. Grabbed a few of my personal items before she came to me. She tried talking to me while I packed. Went on to try and guilt me and all that rubbish."
"Did she yell at you?" Harry asked. He wasn't sure how Narcissa would have taken Draco's decision and stance. She was always so cool and collected. Unreadable.
Draco shook his head. "Mother isn't like that. She handles things with more reserve and stealth. I had my say and she let me leave. When I got to the floo though was waiting. Astoria also. Turns out was our lovely blackmailer."
Harry nodded, anger threatening to fill his blood once more."Yes I know. Your mother obliviated him. I threatened them both if they said anything. I also set a location spell on them both."
"The great and noble Harry Potter? Chosen Saviour of the wizarding world threatening people? My my…." Draco teased playfully. He felt very much like himself with not a single worry on his shoulders now. Free. The fact that Harry. Harry Potter had threatened anyone for him was filled his heart with something fuzzy.
"Shut up," Harry mumbled. It was good to have the blond playing with him but he was still too upset about the situation to have his name and morals jabbed at. "I'm not above putting people in there place that threatens me or the ones I care about. I crucioed a Carrow for spitting in McGonagalls face."
Draco's eyebrows rose. Impressive. Sure Harry had sliced him open but to know he wasn't above the unforgivables in the right scenario? He liked that he had that much fire and nerve in him.
"Are you still tired? Are you hungry?" Harry was desperate to change the subject now. He hated feeling so worked up and being so angry. Reliving those moments did nothing but pump his blood faster.
Taking the hint Draco let the subject drop although he was curious now. When the war had ended he had expected some grand best selling book over the Saviours time at war, but it never came. Not that he would have read it. He would have turned his nose up at it. But now? Another time.
"I slept for 10 hours and you dosed me with some of the best potions. Probably from some private fancy apothecary only Harry Potter could afford," Draco said rolling his eyes with a smile and ignoring the light punch to his shoulder. "I'm famished since you were wondering." The blond smiled lazily when Harry got up from the bed calling for Loty. Protective and nurturing Harry was something he wasn't sure he could ever get tired of.
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Diagon Alley was packed. Or at least it seemed that way to Draco. He could have sworn every witch and wizard that existed was out and about today. It was a horrible idea. A horrible plan and he shouldn't have agreed to it. Never. They had made a quick and undeterred walk to Gringotts so Harry could withdrawal some galleons.
He had refused to go down with the man despite his protests. Mostly, and pitifully, because being that close to all the gold that was now inaccessible to him would be frustrating. Now he used this time to make mental notes of things not to be discussed in 4am conversations laced with optimism.
As soon as Harry made it back up he was ready to get out of the building and away from all the goblins continued glares. Still it was not near as ready as he was to be out of Diagon Alley completely. Just in the amount of time they had been in the bank, which couldnt have been more than 20 minutes, the streets were crowded even more. Granted it was now a little after noon didn't most people eat at work instead of trapezing out and about? Of course not.
Harry could see the amount of uncomfortableness in the blond even though he kept his posture perfectly calm. The pale grey eyes slid from one group of shoppers to the next to slowly to be counted as a dart but to quickly and sporadic to be natural curiosity. "It's fine Draco," Harry said patting him on the shoulder like an old friend would. They had to keep a casual yet professional feel around them. "Hell it was your bloody idea to do it today."
Draco groaned internally and resisted the itch to grab Harry's hand as a safety blanket. "It was at 4 in the morning You should have talked me out of it! Merlin did everyone have to be out today?"
"It was, is, a good idea," Harry reassured him and himself. He actually hadn't slept more than 2 or 3 hours so maybe his judgement hadn't been the best when agreeing.
"As for lunch time. What was it you said? So the vultures would have time to receive an official statement from the Ministry instead of trying to pick us clean while waiting?" Draco glared at him from the corner of his eye and Harry shook his head in frustration. Stupid stubborn git. There was going to be no easing Draco's mood. "Look Kingsley and will handle the press. Don't mind them. As long as we dont look like 2 love birds glued at the hip or start snogging it will be fine."
Still the blond stood there stiffly looking like he wanted to apparate away if he could. Harry wasnt keen on making the headlines tomorrow either but Draco had been right when they talked about it. The sooner the better and under their own terms.
"Alright so where do you want to go?" he tried to give Draco the control to explore as he wished. They didn't really have an avenda. Maybe if there was something specific to look for or the Slytherin wanted he would finally get moving off the bank steps.
"You mean besides home?" Draco countered.
"Do you need some new clothes? Want to pick out some furniture? Some new books?" Harry said clenching his teeth to keep from saying something equally sarcastic back. They needed to get some stuff to make the bloody trip into the alley worth it. He wasn't above some new furniture after all and he was sure the blond hadn't been able to bring even a fraction of his wardrobe. Then of course Draco loved reading.
Draco pressed his lips in a tight line. "I don't have a vault full of galleons anymore remember? We were just at the bank if you didn't notice those horrid tracks to get down to your gold. I don't even have a bloody job now!"
"Don't worry I will get whatever you need," Harry told him. It was the main reason he had went down to his vault. Of course he knew the blond didn't have any money and he wasn't about to let them wander around without getting anything. He himself hated just being dragged around to browse. It was boring and dull. Then there may have been the factor that he wanted to treat Draco to a few things. They had been through a lot at this point. They deserved a good time out.
"I'm not your charity case Potter," Draco spat while glaring at some witch that was walking slowly past them with an unsavory look. He was pulled over to Harry by a firm hand on his bicep. Draco panicked for a mere second in general from being in a crowd and then from Harry touching him openly. Of all the places for the man to touch him in public it was probably the smartest area. Make it look like things were as normal as could be should rivals be turned babysitter and repeated criminal.
Harry leaned in close to whisper in his ear. As much as Harry wanted to shout at the moment he knew he couldnt. "No you're not," Harry whispered rough and harshly. "You are my bloody boyfriend. You live with me. If I want to spend my money on you I bloody well will. So you can either pick things out yourself or suffer my bad taste and end up with Gryffindor pants covering your arse and a book on video games."
Draco pulled back, brows knit tightly. Unsure if he should be truly worried or not. "Video games?"
Harry grinned smugly at the worried look on Draco's face. "Exactly. So are you going to be good or are we going to put on a bad boy scene here?"
A shiver shot down Draco's spine causing him to smirk. "Depends. What happens if I'm bad?"
Harry snorted and felt his face heating slightly at the suggestive remark. "If you are good now you can be as bad as you want later." Making deals the blond couldn't say no to had it's bonus for them both in both situations.
"Ohhhh you are soooo going to eat those words tonight Potter," Draco laughed sadistically.
Harry let go of his arm trying not to smile as he said it and pushed Draco forward playfully. Hopefully it would come across as rough for all their onlookers. He was meant to be an auror on watch duty after all.
After the forward momentum finally got the Slytherin walking Harry encouraged a typical go to stop for himself. Quality Quidditch Supplies. It had been awhile since he entered the store. Last time being when he bought his new broom for their little seeker match. He watched as Draco gazed around the store with little interest and almost a disappointed scowl.
While he knew Draco oved quidditch also and thought it would be a good idea he realized it probably wasn't the best store to visit. The man probably hadn't packed any of his own quidditch gear. He had only brought the basics and a few memorable items from the Manor. Upon realizing that Harry encouraged them leave after first deciding right then that a broom was going to be bought for the blond soon. The man definitely wouldn't accept it at this moment.
Next they stopped at Flourish and Blotts. Not due to any interest of his own but Draco had seemed eager when he noticed the building. Unlike Quality Quidditch Supplies the blond took to the shelves with much interest right away. Almost with the same interest Hermione would have had but much more reserved and controlled. Definitely he was quieter not pointing out each book catching his fancy and reciting the entire summary to him.
After a few minutes of watching Draco become immersed in the books Harry took a seat in one of the armchairs located by the entry windows. He himself wasn't a big reader, but just like over the previous weekend it was mesmerizing watching him. It always has been but now he thought about what a joy it was probably bringing the man and he was captured even more as he flipped the page delicately deciding if it's content was worthy.
To no surprise Draco had protested firmly against Harry buying the entire lot on the table that had gathered after almost 45 minutes. He had been going back and forth between books and shelves and even sitting to read and possible compare whatever was inside them. If he wanted to do that he could do it at home instead of them sitting in the shop all day.
With one fuming look the Slytherin had shut his trap and allowed Harry to purchase the books. He had opted to wait outside not wanting to hear the grand total of "unnecessary splurging" on something he didn't personally enjoy. Harry hadn't been bothered by the total of 32 galleons in the slightest. It wasn't like he didn't have 2 large vaults full of gold an a steady generous income. Besides the holidays he never really treated himself or anyone else to anything expensive anyways.
Walking down the alley a little further Draco stopped in front of some new shop that Harry had never paid any mind. He read the sign. Hemmed to Hexed. Odd name. "Hemmed to Hexed?" he asked. Perhaps the blond knew what the hell it was. A shop containing the word hex didn't sound pleasant.
"It's a fairly new store. I can't imagine you have been in it though. Quit looking at it like that or you will hurt your brain." Draco swatted Harry instinctively and then regretted it. Pay attention. It wouldn't do for one of the photographers following them, that thought they were being so discreet, to snap a picture of him wacking an auror let alone the Chosen One.
"They sell clothes and beauty products," Draco clarified for the Gryffindor. "It's some kind of muggle wizarding fusion store. Claiming you will look so good it's like you are hexing people with just your looks. Nonsense of a concept really. I assume many end up with confused faces much like your own."
Harry raised his eyebrows at him. "I guess I could use a few new night shirts and maybe a pair of slippers. I also didn't get the chance to pack any of my toiletries. I really had just wanted out of the house." He felt weak and like his pride was wounded having to admit he needed anything from someone else.
Harry gestured towards the door with a smile and his body was telling him to bow but he didn't for fear of the press. "Lead the way then your highness. Merlin knows we can't share shampoo."
Draco scoffed. "My hair doesnt deserve to be subjected to that rough stuff you lather in that mop of yours. Last time I used it I ended up with split ends and my scalp felt like it had been scraped raw! And don't call me that you wanker!"
All and all Harry had to admit the store was actually really nice. It didn't necessarily classify as high end but they definitely carried many higher end products that were to Draco's taste. It was odd seeing the mixture of muggle and wizarding clothes in the same shop. He had been resistant to trying on some of the muggle apparel but Harry had insisted and won in the end. They had left with 2 bags full of purchases, including a few muggle outfits for the blond and even some for himself. Apparently Draco's beauty products was not something he was willing to hold back on price wise because he helped himself as Harry imagined he would should he had been shopping alone.
Now with their pockets being weighed down by their purchases Harry figured it was about time to call it a day. They were making their way back towards the Leaky Cauldron entrance when a loud purr caused him to turn his head. A very long cage was stretched out in front of Magical Menagire where a little boy was scratching the chin of one of the kneazles laying about in the sun.
"Come on let's go check out Magical Menagire," Harry suggested randomly on impulse.
Draco came to a halt. "Why?" He asked it like it was the oddest suggestion he could have made.
Harry shrugged. He wasn't exactly sure why. "Well I just thought…..I dont know. You are going to be spending a lot of time alone at home for at least the next few months while Im at work. You need a friend,"
"You want to get a pet?" Draco questioned.
Harry shrugged again. He had considered getting a pet over the years but had never actually acted on it. Now having the 2 of them in the house and Draco being alone in the house a lot it just felt like they needed something else in their lives. Having thought about it for only a minute it suddenly felt like something was missing from their lives.
Draco still seemed taken off guard by the idea. He had never had a pet and had never considered one honestly. "I mostly befriended the peacocks but I wouldn't call them pets as much as decoration. Father wouldn't allow creatures in the house. Milly's did seem to enjoy the company and comfort of that feline beast of hers." Draco thought back to the variety of pets many of his house mates had had over the years. "Okay let's go look then," he concedded and a stupid grin spread across Harry's face like he had won something much like it had when he had caved to the muggle apparal. "But it's not like I would be lonely," he added quickly. "I'm not a child. Plus there is Loty."
"Sure because a house elf makes good company for you." Harry nodded his head in sarcastic agreement.
Harry couldn't have been more right with his sarcasm so Draco settled for exhaling irritably and just walked inside. It was one of the few shops he had never had a reason to venture inside. The first thing he saw was that the shop entrance was crowded with perches and cages of at least 2 dozen owls. Probably because owls were the most needed and sought after creatures for any witch or wizard.
Considering the surplus of owls Draco extended a hand to one of the smaller ones near him. Thinking about it he actually didn't know why Harry didn't have an owl. They needed one. There had never been any need for his own as he had always used his mothers owl. Now of course that was different. It was an obvious choice. Not overly affectionate like Harry had suggested they needed, but he wasn't die hard for a companion anyways.
"No….no. No owl," Harry said numbly from the side before the blond could even say anything. Staring at one of the snowy owls in a cage memories of Hedwig assaulted his mind. Her happy chirp, warm feathers nuzzling against his cheek and fingers. The beauty of her flying away from and back to him in undenying loyalty. Only for her to end up lifeless in a cage because of death eaters out for him. Not for her. Him. Yet another innocent close to him lost. All this time and he still hadn't found it in himself to take on another owl. Not even one that held no resemblance of her.
Draco looked at Harry. He looked unsteady and transfixed like a boggart stood in front of him in owl form. They would probably need an owl in the near future but apparently now wasn't the time. "Okay that is fine," he said in a soft and cautious tone. "Annoying beasts are arrogant pricks anyways. My mother's eagle owl almost always had his nose in the air and Theo's owl was a sharp beaked demon." The little tawny owl he had been stroking his head suddenly pecked at his hand causing him to jump back. "See? Little feathered arseholes."
Shaking his hand to warn off the tiny sting of being pecked Draco looked deeper into the building. There were shelves of tanks along the walls, cages in the center and what appeared to be supplies scattered about between each aisle. There were toads, kneazles, pygmy puffs, cats, ravens, snakes, fish and a few other creatures.
Harry still seemed a bit unnerved by the owls for whatever reason so with a quick glance around he slipped his hand into the man's and encouraged him to follow him out. "Obviously it makes you uneasy in….."
"No," Harry said weakly clearing his throat. Draco let his hand slip away. It was time he added another animal back into his life. He missed having Hedwig in his life all these years. Maybe he couldn't go straight back to an owl yet but there was something else in need of a home here and he didn't want Draco to be home alone all the time either. "No," he said more firmly. "I want to get something."
"Well I will not be allowing any toad or fish where I live. Pygmy puffs are just weird. I mean I suppose a kneazle isn't a bad idea," Draco mulled out loud.
Harry scrunched up his nose while thinking. He couldn't say he much enjoyed Crookshanks and they were supposed to be like cats after all. Maybe they are different enough? "I was thinking maybe something a little more low key and mellow? I have to put up with your neediness as it is," he tried to joke.
His joke faded away when he looked around again for the next contender and saw the aisle of snakes. The ones along the bottom on his level had him swallowing hard. Boa constrictors and pythons. All large snakes that brought Nagini the forefront of his mind. No that would definitely not work either.
Draco followed Harry's train of sight and the word no instantly left his mouth. He had spent 2 years with Nagini in his house and she did not provide pleasant memories. Tearing his gaze away from the large serpents a faint smile lifted the corner of his mouth when he looked above them. There was a shelf of bedding and other supplies for the snakes but higher up there were smaller tanks.
"Look, there are smaller ones," Draco suggested. He walked closer to the tanks and observed the insides. Some appeared to be empty while others had a variety of different colored and sized snakes slithering around or basking in the charmed ball of heat above their tanks. There were blue snakes. Brown snakes. Some with stripes and other spots. They also varied in size but none were nearly as large as the serpents on the floor. A small slender little snake seemed to shine despite it's body being a dullish grey brown color. There were 2 rows of black dots flowing down it's back from the marking on top of it's head.
"You want a snake?" Harry asked seriously joining him at his side.
"I dont want a snake if you are referencing to one of those things," he pointed to the tanks on the floor. "...but one of these. Look at her. She just looks so different from them do you know what I mean?" Draco looked down at small snake curled up appearing to be asleep.
"She?" Harry asked unsure how he could tell the snake's sex just by looking at it. Draco merely gestured to the little piece of parchment in the top right corner of her tank. Smooth snake, non venomous, 9 months, female, 18 galleons.
The longer Harry looked at her the more he really started to not only see but feel the difference. It wasn't exactly like he wanted to cuddle her but she did portray this sense of innocence and beauty. Maybe…..
"Quite rare one she is to be honest. Hardly found in England anymore at all," came a gruff voice from behind them startling them both. "Not to worry lads. Do you have any questions?"
"Will she stay this small?" Harry asked right away. Really he thought that was his only concern regarding having a pet snake.
The shop keep twisted the corner of his mustache for a second. "She is only about 9 months old. Still has a bit of growing to do. Probably will end up little more than half a meter when she is full grown Id say. If I recall though they tend to stay on the pretty slender side of most snake breeds."
Harry tilted his head and admired the little snake's dullish color yet shine for a second. She was more and more appealing the longer he looked at her. He hadn't come across any snakes since Nagini. I wonder if I still can, Harry wondered. Regardless talking to her like she understood was healthy for any pet relationship. It was one of the comforts of having a pet after all. Having someone to talk to.
Bending his knees slightly to be eye level with the snake be figured he would try. "Hello little one," he said softly.
The snake raised her head up in what Harry thought was interest of him being at her level. She had previously paid them no mind. However it turned out to be more in annoyance than interest. "Little. Always little," she hissed.
Harry chuckled despite himself. Both pleased that he still maintained the natural ability and amused by her words. "Not always. You're not even 1 year old yet, he says you still have plenty of growing to do," he told her.
The snake seemed startled, lowering its head back down and coiling in on herself as if looking for protection. "You hear my thoughts?"
"Yes," Harry said with a smile before shaking his head to counteract that. He didn't want her to think that because he knew how fearful and uncomfortable it was for someone to be in your head. "I mean no! No. I just can speak your language. That is all."
The snake uncoiled itself a little seeming to entertain his words. "You can understand me? No one has ever heard me before."
Harry shrugged one shoulder. "It's a pretty rare gift. I didn't even know if I still could. I havent talked to any snakes for a while. Would you like to come home with us?"
The snake looked at him and up to the other 2 men and back as if contemplating her options. "You and the blond one?" she asked.
"Yes," Harry nodded.
"Will I be warm and be able to hunt?" she asked.
Harry furrowed his brows. "Of course we will keep you warm but I dont think there is anything in my house for you to hunt. I will feed you though." The snake's body seemed to sink down a little in disappointment. He found himself hating it. "I'm sure I can arrange a way for you to hunt. I have a little backyard I can fix up. Put some extra charms and wards up to keep you safe."
The little snake perked back up. "You are nice to me. When will you take me?"
"Now." Harry stood back up smiling. This had been a brilliant idea."We will take her," Harry said happily to the shopkeep and that was when he noticed the wide eyed stares from both him and Draco. "What?"
"You can/still speak to snakes?" both men asked over top of each other at the same time.
"Oh uh...yea?" he said a little sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Hermione and Ron were very used to his ability to speak to snakes. He hadn't thought much about it when he wanted to try again. Both men didn't say anything in return still a bit in shock so he turned back to the little snake.
"Do you have a name?" he asked her.
"The man calls me smooth," she hissed irritably angling her head towards the shopkeep. "It is my species not name!"
"She doesn't have a name," Harry informed Draco trying not to laugh. She had a cute little attitude he liked. "What do you want to name her?"
Draco blinked himself out of the shock of hearing Harry hissing when he was addressed fully. He knew Harry had been able to speak to snakes long ago but he didn't know he still could. Tearing his eyes away from Harry's waiting green ones he studied the snake for a moment. Her head dancing back and forth to cast looks between them all. The lighting of the room caused her smooth scales to glimmer, and he noticed more distinctively the marking of almost a crown on her little head.
"Cassiopeia," Draco stated after a second of thought. "The queen of great beauty." He was more than familiar with all the constellations having them not only been such an important factor in his family's lineage but his love for the stars. As soon as he saw the crown shape it had just came to him.
Harry had no reason to object and definitely didn't have any of his own names he could think of. "How does that sound? Cassi?" he asked her.
"The blond one says Cassiopeia not Cassi," she said slithering up to the edge of the glass.
Harry rolled his eyes. He had a feeling Draco and Cassi would get along just fine. "Do you like it?"
The snake nodded her head in agreement and he heard a small laugh from Draco. "Can you go ahead and ring up everything she will need? I want to go ahead and get everything she will need now," Harry directed at the shop keep.
"No no!" the man exclaimed loudly causing Harry to take a subconscious step back. "If anyone deserves such a rare beauty from my shop it is the Saviour himself. Maybe you can even help change people's perspectives on the creatures. I will admit I don't get much interest in them since….he who uh…..Voldermort had one."
Harry made sure not to growl in annoyance. He absolutely hated when people did this. The man had been casual and nice enough so far that he had honestly thought it wouldn't be any issue. Flourish and Botts had went normal enough. "No really sir it is fine."
The older man was walking around pulling things off nearby shelves and levitating them towards the check out. "Absolutely not! You have done..."
"Sir!" Harry yelled shocking the shopkeep into silence. "Sir," he repeated regaining himself. I'd just like to pay for her like any other customer. You are running a business here after all, aren't you?"
Although there was a fair bit of muttering under his breath in the end the man had respected his wishes, but was persistent on at least adding a quarter percentage discount. At that point Harry hadn't cared and just wanted to take Casseopia home. All in all they had had a rather enjoyable day out spending most of the afternoon in Diagon Alley.
Loaded up with all their purchases and a surprising new friend they had apparated home from the point across from the Leaky Cauldron and unpacked. Cassi got her own small table in their bedroom to hold her generous sized tank. They had only suffered through 3 pesky stalking photographers through it all, none of which had dared come address them.
After getting everything put away Harry went over the evenings plan in his head. Go out to muggle London and eat a romantic dinner. Make a full day of being out and about enjoying themselves. He did still have a bag full of gold in his trouser pocket after all and it had been along the lines of his original plan. He hadn't known what to expect of the day so he had withdrawn quite a bit just in case. It had been a good day and needed to be more than just a dinner out at some muggle restaurant. Oh yes I know.
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Adjusting in his seat later that evening Harry bit his lip and whimpered. How had he gotten himself into this situation? Maybe you need to quit challenging the git? That was an unrealistic choice but at the moment he could pretend he wouldn't. All he had wanted was to make their first day out in wizarding society being seen together end on a brilliant note. That meant finishing it off with what Harry thought was a casually romantic night out. Should have opted for take out.
Walking hadn't been that difficult once his body adjusted after the first few steps. Apparition into the riverside park had caused an uncomfortable sensation due to the addition to his body being compressed also. Bending over to pick up the leaflet that fluttered to the ground he had picked up from the little open shop's window sill however was another story. It was when he felt the first shoot of teasing pleasure. It caused him to let out an audible stuttered breath that had caused the blond to smirk and a nearby muggle woman look at him curiously. He was thankful it hadn't been a squeak.
He closed his eyes and willed himself not to just apparate away due to embarassment. It wasn't as if anyone but him or Draco knew. His entire body and mind made it feel like everyone knew though. Despite the open airy room Harry felt hot.
Now though? Now having taken their seats at the table it was like sitting on Draco's cock. His own cock had steadily been raising to full attention as they sat there. It didn't help that the man's eyes were constantly on him just waiting to see every reaction he would make.
Harry kicked Draco under the table and instantly regretted it when he had to clench his teeth together to keep from moaning. "Stop staring at me you bloody git!" he growled half heartedly.
Draco's eyebrows rose after he winced from the kick and took an unmoved sip of his wine. "Now now Potter that is hardly romantic dinner conversation. Even amongst muggles I'd have to assume." He said it so smoothly and innocently that Harry wanted to kick him again but thought better off it when his erection throbbed.
It was his own fault. It really was down to the core. From magazines, to drunk shags with the bastard, to drunk confessions and challenges and now here he was. Stuck on a bloody boat surrounded by muggles after trying to choose a romantic evening dining out on one of the river cruises with a literal plug up his arse.
On his occasional outings to the muggle world he would end up chatting with some lovely woman or bloke that was serving his food or bringing him whatever movie he had been looking for. That was how he had heard about these river cruises and the London Eye after all. Being able to see all of Britain almost whenever he wanted, fly high above the cities and rivers the idea held little interest to him at the time. It was surely fascinating for the Muggles. He thought Draco would enjoy the calm and slower aspect of it after the crowded alley.
Frankly they didn't talk much. Harry sat impatiently, wanting to bounce his leg up and down from anxiety and the itch to run off to loo and relieve himself from the pressure in his groin. Draco had predicted that want before they had even left the house and forbid the action. Stating he could wait until they got home. Not bloody likely.
Dinner was really good. He couldn't complain one bit on service, the wine Draco had chosen, considering was superb which said a lot since he didn't care much for wine. His stuffed crab and steamed spinach with sesame seed sauce had been amazing. Draco would occasionally make comments on their meal but Harry for the very life of him could not get the tension out of his muscles and his brain out of his cock long enough to form an actual conversation. What was worse was the blond seemed to know that and smiled through the whole damn meal.
When at Gringotts Harry had went ahead and exchanged about 150 galleons into muggle money because again he hadn't known where the day would lead them. When the server brought them their bill Harry wasn't surprised by the higher total. They had bought a bottle of wine, were also paying for a boat ride, and a high class meal.
Once the boat docked again, an eternity later. With a generous tip, and great caution standing Harry and Draco made their leave. Back through the riverside park but this time they didn't apparate. A 3rd requirement made by the blond was that they finish the entire night out.
"So you said we are going on that thing?" Draco asked looking up at the rotating circle. Harry had told him they would be going to dinner and for a muggle ride but he hadn't evisioned that giant contraption. Really he hadn't imagined much of anything since he didn't know a thing about muggle activities.
Harry didn't respond. Instead he kept guiding them up the path until they came to a line of people near the muggle street. The man stopped so Draco did. He knew Harry was more than mad and frustrated at him but it was only a bit longer and he would enjoy the reward. That muggle magazine had been quite descriptive on it's suggested sexual experiments. When he nicked it from Harry's dresser in the wee morning hours earlier while the man was showering he specifically read over the bit about edging he had been curious about.
Draco let his hand smooth over Harry's back and down to buttocks while they waited in line. It was moving pretty fast, apparently just having finished a rotation. The whole time Harry was chanting for Merlin to have mercy on him.
Sadly Merlin did not have mercy on him. The group of people in front of them headed into the open capsule that was almost full of people and it was their turn to step up and pay. That was the exact moment Draco squeezed his arse tightly and Harry jumped forward with a gasp and laughed to cover nearly cumming in his pants in front of a bloke taking tickets. I cant do it I cant do it I cant do it. 30 minutes in one of those things with Draco and he was sure to be tortured mercilessly.
Trying to turn and leave quickly Draco stepped over into his path and walked him forward the last few feet up to the muggle man. Harry could hardly breathe. Any second now would be utter humiliation and forever taunts from the blond. Draco was not going to let him out of this one.
"How much so we can go alone?" Harry rushed out. If he was going to be sexually tormented in public he could at least try to make it as private as possible. It was the only thing he could think of in the moment to get out of the humiliation. The capsule full of muggles looked horribly daunting.
The bloke seemed confused at his question, lifting his hat to scratch his head and looking down at some board he was holding. "Well 450 pounds for…"
"450 pounds?" Harry said in disbelief. It's a private capsule that easily holds 20 people and is an incredibly popular London attraction of course it is going to be expensive. He ground his teeth together. Pay up or cumming in your pants are your options.
"Yes. Normally for a private capsule you have to reserve online but…." the muggle man started to explain but Harry didn't care. His choice was made and he just wanted to be done. Alone. Away from all other eyes.
"Fine fine fine," Harry huffed irritably and pulled out his wallet. Taking out bank notes, shuffling and organizing the papers until he had the correct total. Really he thrust it out for the man to take rudely but he was hot, desperate, tired, irritated, and a whole range of other physical and mental feelings. He felt like a cauldron that was starting to boil right over the edge and down into the fire.
Harry waited impatiently for the bloke to count the money, lock it away, and sit down his board. "Okay then gentlemen. Enjoy your ride on the London Eye!" the man said cheerfully as he guided them into the capsule.
Relief did not come when he went inside and the door shut. He still felt ridiculously worked up and it would bring way to much satisfaction to simple deck someone. He looked around the room in which they were standing. There was one large and wide light oak bench taking up the center space. The ceiling was covered as was the floor but besides that there was nothing but windows around them. Allowing them every possible view of the nearly faded sunset against the London skyline.
"Do I want to know how much 450 pounds is?" Draco asked.
For a brief second Harry had almost forgotten he wasn't alone. "Definitely not," he stated firmly, trying to sound calm but failing.
"Why did you pay it if it cost so much?" Draco let open the first 2 buttons of his pale blue button down shirt and rolled up his sleeves like he was getting comfortable. Perfectly cool, calm, and everything Harry wasn't. Swallowing hard he forced his eyes away from all the freshly revealed white skin.
"Well it's fucking beautiful first off," Harry bit out irritably. "Second off I had planned to take the casual ride. Only about 26 pounds but we would have had to share a capsule with a bunch of other people."
"And that would have been horrible because?" Draco dragged out walking up to him waiting for him to elaborate.
Harry let out a frustrated noise. That's it! "Because I know exactly what you would have done in there! You would have touched me in all the right ways causing me to cum in my pants like a teenager. Now you're going to fucking shag me or my bollocks are going to explode!" He didn't give the blond time to respond and instead grabbed his face in annoyance and crashed their lips together in earnest which Draco returned enthusiastically. Like he knew this was going to happen all along and it was what he had been waiting for.
"I am quite fond of your bollocks actually," Draco mumbled into his mouth while sliding his hands down Harry's back. The Gryffindor to mewled when he dug his fingers into the flesh of his arse. He had never used any anal toys, or any sex toys at all actually, but based on the noises Harry was making he wanted to use and try them all.
Recapturing his lips with his own he only grabbed the man's backside harder which caused Harry to rut up against his groin. Lips sliding against one another while tongues didn't always make it into each others mouths. Harry didn't even seem to care when Draco took to biting his lower lip to hard or caught his tongue a few times with his teeth. The man was losing himself completely to the sensation now. Primal instincts taking over.
Trying to hold him in place Draco dropped a hand between them. Undoing the man's trousers he slipped into his pants to grasp at the hard cock that was still trying to grind up against him. The movement ceased and was replaced by tension in Harry's body. So much tension it was like the raven haired man would shatter if touched the wrong way. Draco stroked him delicately the first time but apparently Harry was somewhere else because the man didn't respond any other way than dropping to his knees.
To much, to much, to much. Harry made quick work of Draco's trousers. Then his pants. His mind was fixated on only one goal. Getting the blond to the edge with him so he could finally fall over it. Pulling everything down he exposed Draco's cock. The second it was fully exposed he took to it like someone that had been starved for weeks. Quicker quicker quicker. It was the only thing in his mind. Quicker quicker quicker.
Unexpectedly Draco pushed his head away from his crotch and sat down on the bench. Harry couldn't register how long he had been sucking the blond's cock but the movement was too much from being pushed away, no matter how gentle it was. He went from kneeling to sitting on his lower legs. The plug brushed against his prostate the best wrong way possible and his cock wept like it never had before. Only now he was joining it. The sensation of being near orgasm while not getting the finishing touches had reached it's unbearable point after 2 hours.
Draco leaned forward and brushed a tear away from Harry's cheek. "Awww look at the little fit I've sent you into," he practically cooed which just made Harry want to really cry. It was too much. So much further than Ginny had ever pushed him. He had never made it to close to actual tears under her sexual torment.
"Anything anything anything," he begged back onto his knees now scooting forward, hands gripping onto the edge of the bench each side of Draco's legs. "Just fuck me Draco. Bloody hell anything!"
Draco brought a hand to his cheek and caressed it. "We are on a ride after all," he said nodding down to his cock. "Get on."
Harry scrambled to his feet not registering the lame pun or shots of pleasure from his movements. The torture didn't seem as there anymore since he knew pleasure was only moments away now. Shoving his own trousers and pants down to the floor with no shame and nothing but readiness.
"Wait," Draco grabbed him by the hips pulling him close and turning him around. With his hands he pried apart Harry's arse cheeks and admired the shiny jet black handle situated in the crease. Can't shag well with that in the way. Pressing his thumb against it heavily Harry moaned beautifully.
When he started withdrawing the object though Harry sagged a little, his knees appearing to weaken. The new sight made Draco's stomach growled despite being full as he watched the glimmering furrowed hole. It was generously wide and winking at him just begging to be refilled.
Draco pocketed the sex toy. Then he mumbled the lubrication charm. Hopefully with an unnoticed wand movement, but being this high up in the sky now it was unlikely to be seen. He moved Harry's hips into position after grabbing his now slick cock and nudging the swollen head against the opening.
With an encouraging hand on his shoulder Harry sank down onto Draco's cock easily. Not that he needed encouraging both because he was desperate and because after hours of having his arsehole plugged and stretched he was beyond ready. It took some dedicated focus on his end not to come just from feeling truly full. There was a whole world of difference between the lifeless object and a hot pulsing piece of flesh in his body.
Rolling his hips slowly to get an idea of how much effort this would take he whined realizing it wouldn't take much at all, but it was a happy whine. He was long overdue and deserving of his orgasm. Plus the blond had handed him control. So he repeated the small action again. Rolling his hips again. Then again. Harder and harder each time until he was unknowingly dropping his entire body weight down onto the blond's lap trying to satisfy that itch deep inside his body.
Harry gripped the outside of Draco's still clothed thighs tightly with his own allowing his movements to become more localized and frantic. His hands were white and he could hardly feel them from how tightly he was holding onto the bench edge they sat on for stability. He couldn't feel much of anything actually besides the heartbeat in his bobbing erection and every brush of the man's hard shaft against his prostate. That was all he needed and wanted so he kept himself fully impaled and began grinding his arse down heavily onto the blond's crotch as he hard as he physically could.
When his orgasm hit him at first it was like cumming without cumming. So overwhelming it was almost empty. The pleasure was only an afterthought somewhere in the back of his mind. He watched his cock as ropes of semen shot off into the distance over and over. Vaguely he wondered if it would ever stop or if he even wanted it to.
The pleasure only caught up with him as finally stopped cumming, his cock dripping white fluid all down the tip. He continued to grind his arse on the blond's cock that he was able to register inside him. Each movement now causing his body to jerk as an absurd amount of ecstasy shot through him like fireworks wanting to burst out from under his skin.
It felt like he was flying once he gradually stopped moving. High and effortless. Both his brain and body numbing from the overworked and fried nerve endings. He felt spent in every way possible. Mentally and physically. His bed sounded like the happiest place in the world now from how tired he was. Harry shivered pleasurably at the vision of his bed, soft sheets against his overworked body and the bliss of sleep.
After a minute of calming his panting down to simply breathing he tried to calm down in general from being on edge for hours Harry stood, removing himself from Draco's lap. There was a short time in their quick shag that the blond was unregistrable to him. His hands, body, voice….Harry had no clue what he had been doing or when he had gotten off.
Taking a chance to look at the blond behind him Harry took in his thoroughly fucked look. His shirt was pushed up and wrinkled with his hair not laying perfectly flat like normal. The man's cock was limp, covered in wetness both clear and creamy. So he did get off. His open trouser flaps were twisted and even more wrinkled than his shirt from Harry's arse. The blond's long arms were placed wide to the sides and they appeared to be the only thing keeping his upper body upright.
"Fuck Potter. I'm surprised my prick is still attached after that," Draco tried to laugh but he was out of breath. "Which did it for you? The edging thing or the fact we are fully visible to the entire city of London in this room?"
Harry scoffed pulling his pants and trousers back on. "Scorgify would you?" he asked the blond. Draco obliged as he took care of righting himself also. Maybe if he ignored the fact they had just shagged on a fucking ferris wheel on practically full display for a bunch of muggles he could pretend he wasn't scared shitless about how easy he had been. Both to cave to his sexual desire and to do it in public so carelessly.
Draco walked over to the window wall where Harry was now admiring the view as if nothing had happened. The sun was fully set now. He brushed up against the Gryffindors back until they were flush. "I knew you liked getting fucked out in the open. It's the thrill of getting caught. The thrill that normally does the trick for some is even greater for you. The Saviour," Draco licked the shell of Harry's ear. "...getting caught while being devoured so pleasurably for his own self satisfaction."
Leaning into Draco's tongue Harry hummed in approval despite himself. Maybe you do. He didn't, couldn't, think right now right now. Feeling the blond against his skin, which was coming back down from numb to simply overwhelmed, was comforting.
"You were right," Draco purred into his ear. "The view is quite beautiful with all those muggle lights. Like they are painting a city outline for us in the darkness." He kissed behind his ear and along Harry's neck until the man turned around to him and kissed him in return.
Draco basked in the taste and felt ridiculously content as Harry wrapped his arms around his neck and they took to snogging lightly. Lazily. Happily. So lost in the coziness of the moment that neither of them registered the moment the city stilled and the ride ended. That was until they heard the opening of the door followed by upset shout causing them to break apart and Draco to step away.
"What in Christs name were you thinking lads?! Just because it's private doesn't mean you can start shagging in here! Did you not notice all the windows?" The man who had guided them in asked gestured around the room like they were stupid. He was somewhere between distressed and angry Maybe they were stupid. "That is going to be a fat fine for you boys and we are going to have to file a public report to Scotland Yard now for lewd activities! We might even have to go through a bloody inspection phase because of you dolts! You two are in a whole heap of trouble! Do you know how much yapping about nonsense I had to do out there to make sure none of the crowd noticed you!? Only Lord knows what would have come from my boss if you'd had a full on audience!"
The man was next to livid now while Harry himself was flushed crimson with embarrassment and adrenaline. "Fuck I uh….we..." he ruffled his own hair repeatedly and tried to pull something out but there was no excuse. He had no idea what to do. It wouldn't be a big deal for him to get taken in my the muggle cops, but for Draco having no muggle records it would be disastrous.
"I can't cast it Potter," Draco said moving back up to him and rubbing where he kept his wand in his sleeve. "He said no one else saw so it is just the one." Bloody hell. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and cursed himself. First for not thinking of it and second for having to do it.
Harry was swift in the decision and oblivited the muggle man fairly quickly. Only removing the last half an hour's worth of memories. Lifting his arms casually into the air like he was stretching out the shoulders tightness he let his wand slide back into its place.
It was an unnoticeable movement as he and Draco hurried out of the capsule and down the street. Hurrying around the line of muggles and not stopping their brisk pace until they reached a safe apparition point. It had been the right thing to do but he still hadn't expected to have to obviate anyone today, and definitely not because he was caught with a cock up his arse. Not that he should have expected anything less from a night out with the still smirking Slytherin. Clearly Draco had enjoyed their evening and if he was honest, he had too.
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A/N: Something I feel needs said after a large heated post in a fanfic writing group. Writers put themselves out there. Open for your harsh judgement. Most of us have no desire to be professional writers. This is a hobby. An enjoyment. A form of stress relief (specifically for me). Many of us put HOURS upon HOURS into this. Weeks sometimes. Something we don't get paid for. There are spelling errors. Grammar errors. Even after numerous edits and having beta's. If you can't handle that or don't like phases/story lines.. Can't give any criticism respectively? Don't read it! Back out and move on! This is free and you have no right to be a total arsehole looking down on others abilities. You can't hold everyone to the same standard and we all don't enjoy the same thing.
Rant over.