Hi! It's been a while since I've done anything on here (oops) and this is my first time ever writing an M rated fic! Eek! I hope it's okay, but please let me know what you think! I really hope you enjoy, because I actually really like this one. Please review, it's always much appreciated!
WARNINGS: This story contains A LOT of MATURE ADULT CONTENT. Please DO NOT read this if that's not something you like. Lots and lots of swearing. Also, so much fluff you might become violently ill.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. This is just for fun, and anything you recognize is not mine!
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Apologies (and Other Fun Stuff)
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"I'm sorry!"
Harry became completely frozen in shock the moment Draco said those two words. Actually, Draco hadn't so much said them as he had shouted them at the top of his lungs. Regardless of how the words had left his mouth, Harry was floored by the fact that he had uttered them at all. Every argument Harry had previously thought of for this fight suddenly disappeared from his mind. Surely, he had heard his boyfriend wrong.
"What did you just say?" Harry whispered in disbelief.
"I said I'm sorry, you imbecile!"
"Y-You're sorry?!"
Draco shot him a glare. "Don't act so surprised."
"But I am surprised!" Harry said. "I've never heard you apologize before."
"I've apologized before," Draco tutted bitterly.
"Not to me you haven't," Harry accurately pointed out. "You've never once apologized to me as long as I've known you. Of course, I never expected it during all those years we spent hating each other. But in the last eleven months, almost a year, that we've been together, you have never said I'm sorry to me."
Draco scoffed but didn't deny it. "Maybe you've never deserved it."
"Well, that's certainly debatable," Harry grumbled. "Tell me, what makes me deserve it now?"
Draco didn't respond for a few seconds. But when he eventually did, he exploded.
"Look, I know I'm crazy!" he yelled, melodramatically throwing his hands in the air. "I know you have to put up with a lot of shit from me! I know I shouldn't have hexed Kurt Harrison's stupid hair off that big ugly head of his, even if he wears it unnecessarily long and it's that horrible shade of dirty blond that can't even really be considered blond at all! And I know I shouldn't have made it worse by threatening to hex his bollocks off next! But he was so obviously flirting with you, and you were doing nothing about it! Did you really expect me to just stand around and let him do that?! Because if you did, you're an even bigger idiot than I thought!"
Harry sighed and raked a hand through his hair in frustration for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. "Draco, we've been over this. You can't go around threatening and hexing everyone who talks to me. Kurt Harrison wasn't flirting with me. We're coworkers and we're friends. We were just talking about the Quidditch league standings this year. I promise you, that was it. But either way, there is absolutely no reason for you to be jealous of him or anyone else, and that includes anyone who might actually be trying to flirt with me. For it to matter I'd have to be flirting back. And if you think I'd even want to do that with anyone when I have you, then we have a serious problem. You have to trust me, okay?"
"I'm not jealous," Draco mumbled petulantly. "But I guess I know all that. And I do trust you."
Draco's shoulders drooped, and he put his head down in shame. This behavior was very unusual for Draco. As angry as Harry had been just minutes ago, he could now only feel concerned.
"So… you're apologizing to me for what you did to Kurt?" Even as Harry said it, he couldn't believe that was the case.
"No, not at all," Draco muttered. "Personally, I couldn't care less if Harrison's got any hair… or his bollocks intact. I guess I mainly feel bad for making a big scene during such an important night for you."
Harry couldn't help but snort in amusement at that. "Draco, you know I don't give a rat's arse about any of these events I'm required to attend, even if this particular one was to honor the anniversary of the end of the war. They've held this same event every year for the last eight years. Not that I'm happy about what you did, but at least dragging you out of there got me out of having to make another lame speech."
Draco flared up again. "Regardless, I made you look like an arse in front of literally the entire wizarding world!"
"No, you made you look like an arse in front of literally the entire wizarding world."
"And you by extension!" Draco exclaimed. "You look like an arse for inviting me along when I had no right being there, seeing as I was on the wrong side during the war! You look like an arse for leaving early when, let's face it, the entire event is basically a tribute to you! And what's worse, you left for me, the person who shouldn't have even been there in the first place because I was a Death Eater! I made you look like an arse from the very start just for being with me!"
"So?" Harry said, unconcerned.
Draco sputtered wordlessly for a minute. "So?! That's all you have to say?"
"Well, yeah," Harry said with a shrug. "I'd rather you be sorry for what you actually did to Kurt than for what you think you did to me. You know it doesn't matter to me anymore which side you were on during the war. I wanted you there with me tonight, so I brought you along. If anyone had a problem with you being there, well fuck them. And okay, I might've disappointed a lot of people by leaving early, but they can commemorate the war just fine without me. I'm positive no one thought any less of me because of what you did. But even if they did, so what if everyone thinks I'm an arse? I don't care."
"You don't care?!" Draco repeated angrily. "You should care! You should be ashamed to be with me!"
Harry knew Draco well enough to be able to see past the angry front he was putting up. He didn't fail to recognize the look on Draco's face. It was a look Draco seldom wore, a look that didn't fit his usual personality. That look made it obvious that Draco was feeling a lot of uncertainty and insecurity. Draco almost always exuded nothing but immense pride and confidence in himself. However, there were those rare occasions when he seemed to lose that confidence altogether. Harry hated seeing him like this. He no longer cared about what Draco had done to Kurt Harrison. Now, he could only think that he would do anything to get that miserable, worried look off Draco's face.
"But I'm not ashamed to be with you," Harry replied sincerely.
"Then you're a fool, Potter," Draco spat back.
Harry tried not to visibly flinch. After everything they had been through together to get where they now were, it really hurt Harry whenever Draco reverted to calling him by his surname, and Draco knew it. He didn't do it often anymore, since it was now considered a very low blow. But that made it sting much worse the few times he did. Despite his own feelings, Harry decided to ignore the insult this time in favor of focusing on his mission to get Draco out of this horrible mood.
He took cautious steps towards Draco. Once he was close enough, he placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and gently dragged him in for a hug. It truly saddened him when Draco's entire body tensed up in his arms.
"Draco," Harry said softly, "I need you to understand how I feel about you. I need you to understand that you're the only one for me, I don't want anyone else, and I could never be ashamed to be with you. If you haven't figured out any of that by now, then I must be doing something seriously wrong here."
"You couldn't possibly do anything wrong, you're perfect!" Draco exclaimed unexpectedly. He finally relaxed into the hug, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and burying his face in Harry's neck. His voice was muffled as he continued, "I'm the problem here. I'm the farthest thing from perfect. How could you want me? Especially when I constantly act like a raging lunatic."
Harry leaned back, but only enough to force Draco to lift his head and look him in the eye. He smiled.
"I'm not perfect," Harry started with a chuckle. "And I'm shocked to hear you have such a high opinion of me so suddenly. But you should know I have just as high an opinion of you. Neither of us is anywhere near perfect, but if we were, that would be boring. I like us. I like all the weird, fucked up shit that happens because it's us, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"You asked me how could I want you? Seriously? How could I not want you? You make me laugh. In fact, you make me happier than I've ever been in my entire fucking life. You support me through everything I do. It amazes me that you can do that, because we both know I don't always make the best decisions. You take care of me. I didn't even know I needed taking care of, or that I would want to be taken care of, until you came along, but it's great and you're brilliant at it. You put up with my craziness. Perhaps it's in different ways, but you know better than anyone that I'm just as crazy as you are. Plus, it doesn't hurt that you're bloody gorgeous, which you are well aware of. I honestly don't know how I can make it any clearer why I want you, and how much so. And yes, that remains true even during those times when you unnecessarily fly off the handle."
Harry paused to take a deep breath, hoping to finish in a way that would assure Draco of his feelings once and for all. "Believe me when I say there will never come a day when I won't want you. I know I will never find anyone else I'd rather be with, because I know there's no one else like you. You may not be perfect, but you're perfect for me. You're everything I could ever want or need… because I love you, Draco."
Harry held his breath as he watched Draco's beautiful grey eyes widen in apparent shock. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect from Draco after that.
Apparently tonight was a night for firsts. Just as Draco had never said I'm sorry to Harry before, Harry had never said I love you to Draco before. Harry had been thinking it for quite some time, but he hadn't been able to say it out loud until now. He probably should have said it long ago, but in all honesty, he had been too scared. With Draco, he could never know what sort of response he might get for anything he said or did. For something as significant as this, he had wanted it to be perfect. He highly doubted that this was perfect, but it was too late now. He couldn't take it back, not that he really wanted to.
Plus, he knew the entirety of his speech had been extraordinarily deep, maybe even too deep. He had almost blatantly said that he wanted to be with Draco forever. Honestly, after these eleven months of being with Draco, he already knew that was exactly what he wanted. But they had never explicitly discussed what the distant future held for them as a couple. Harry knew he had probably said way too much just now, and he was starting to feel slightly terrified as he waited for Draco to respond.
Finally, Draco showed a reaction. And it didn't seem like a good one.
"Damn it, Harry," he growled as he roughly pulled himself out of Harry's embrace. "You… You… Fuck!"
"Uh… Draco…?" Harry whispered nervously, not daring to move just yet.
He gaped as Draco stormed off, sprinting up the staircase in Grimmauld Place without another word.
Harry wondered what Draco could possibly be doing. Then he started to wonder what he should be doing. This situation was foreign to him. Yes, he and Draco had fought before, and he had learned well how to deal with Draco following a fight. But this was different. This technically hadn't been caused by a fight. After everything Harry had said, he didn't know what Draco needed from him. He didn't know how he could fix this.
After giving it a lot of thought, he decided he had two options to choose from: he could give Draco space, or he could go after him.
At the very least, Draco hadn't left altogether. He hadn't immediately run off to floo home to Malfoy Manor, he was still here in Grimmauld Place. Did he just want to be alone for a little while to think and cool off? Maybe it would be best for Harry to leave him be until he was ready to come back and talk. If what Draco really needed was some time to himself, Harry shouldn't attempt to approach him in any way. The results could be disastrous.
Or did Draco expect Harry to follow him? Was he looking for more comforting and reassurance? This could be a test, Harry realized. Draco might be wanting to see if Harry would bother going after him at all, in which case Harry should go after him. If Draco wanted Harry to follow him and Harry didn't, that could be equally as disastrous.
Harry didn't know which option he should pick. What did Draco want from him?
Only a minute later, Harry's question was answered when Draco called down to him from upstairs. More specifically, from Harry's bedroom.
"Harry James Potter," Draco bellowed, "if you do not get that fine arse of yours up here right now, I am going to incinerate to everything you own!"
As it turned out, the correct answer was the latter option, although not for any reason Harry had come up with. The real reason he was supposed to be going after Draco had never even crossed his mind as a possibility.
Harry recognized the tone in Draco's voice. It was one he had heard a few times before, namely times when a bad fight was coming to an end. Draco still sounded angry, but Harry knew that was only from impatience. Harry could tell Draco was no longer angry at all, quite the opposite in fact.
That voice, and that statement, could mean only one thing: Harry was about to get very, very lucky. He internally praised himself for whatever it was he had done to earn this response from Draco.
He wore a wide grin as he practically flew up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. He made as much noise as possible to let Draco know that he was on his way (just in case Draco got too impatient and decided to carry out his threat to burn Harry's belongings). He quickly reached his bedroom door, which was closed, and didn't hesitate to throw it open and step inside the room. Then he stopped and stared.
Draco was naked. He was sitting on the edge of the large bed, facing the door Harry had just entered with a seductive smirk set on his handsome face. His hands were behind him, placed flat on the bed so that he could lean back slightly. His knees were separated, his legs spread just wide enough that his position could have been completely casual and natural. But Harry knew he was intentionally sitting that way to make his cock plainly visible. Harry felt his mouth water just from looking at Draco's cock. It was already fully hard, the impressive length proudly jutting out from a neat patch of dark blond curls.
"Clothes off and on your back, Harry," Draco whispered huskily, drawing Harry's attention away from his cock and back up to his face. "I don't think I've sufficiently apologized yet. I need you to know how deeply sorry I am. So, I'm going to ride your cock, and you are going to do nothing but lie back and enjoy."
Harry gulped hard. Gloriously naked Draco, in combination with that announcement, quickly turned his previously half-hard cock into a full-blown erection. It was achingly hard and begging to be freed from his suddenly too tight trousers. But Harry made no move to disrobe just yet.
He was having trouble tearing his eyes away from Draco. He felt lightheaded just from staring at the stunning man in front of him, the man who he was fortunate enough to be able to call his boyfriend. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have been blessed with this.
Although, it soon hit him what an absolute idiot he was being for not immediately getting started on that whole stripping down and getting into bed thing.
He began hastily tearing off his clothes. In his rush, he nearly tripped as he attempted to take off his trousers, having forgotten to first remove his shoes. Draco chuckled at that. In Harry's pathetic state of near unbearable arousal, he couldn't even bring himself to glare at his boyfriend for laughing at him. Soon enough, he managed to get everything off.
There was a hungry look in Draco's eyes as they shamelessly roamed over Harry's naked body, staring just as hard as Harry had been staring at him only minutes earlier. The intensity of that stare made Harry shiver. Draco clearly liked what he saw, but of course Harry already knew that. Still, whenever Draco looked at him like this, Harry's palms would get sweaty and his heart would start pounding hard against his ribcage.
"On the bed, on your back," Draco gently reminded him.
Harry nodded wildly and made his way over to the bed. However, he paused before lying down. He stood directly in front of Draco, who quirked a questioning eyebrow at him. Harry always found that expression incredibly sexy, and it only spurred him on. He grabbed a fistful of Draco's oh-so-soft platinum blond hair before leaning down and pressing their lips firmly together, kissing Draco hard.
The moment their lips met, Draco made a little noise in the back of his throat. It was a noise Harry had heard numerous times before, one that never failed to drive him crazy with desire. Harry smoothly slid his tongue into Draco's mouth between lips that had parted almost instantly upon being kissed. He was just starting to really devour Draco's mouth when hands pressed on his chest, pushing him away.
"Ah, ah, ah, Harry," Draco said, waggling his finger as if he was reprimanding a misbehaving child. "Remember what I said? This is my apology to you. You are to do none of the work here. Now, lie down."
Harry almost wanted to point out that he didn't mind doing some of the work, in fact he really liked it, but he thought better of it. Besides, he was rather intrigued by this idea of Draco riding him to make up for whatever it was he had done wrong (Harry could no longer remember).
He sprawled out on the bed, on his back, just as he had been instructed. He brought his hands up to rest underneath his head on the fluffy pillows. Draco only moved once it was clear Harry was comfortable.
Draco crawled over to kneel between Harry's legs. Before Harry could even comprehend what was happening, Draco wrapped a hand around the base of Harry's cock and brought his head down to suck the entire length into his mouth in one fluid movement. Harry gasped, and his hands clenched into tight fists around his own hair. Draco's tongue swirled around Harry's length as he bobbed his head at a slow, rhythmic pace. Harry groaned, trying hard not to thrust up into Draco's warm, wet mouth.
Almost as soon as he had started, Draco stopped. In what seemed like no time at all, Draco positioned himself straddling Harry's waist, his arse hovering just above Harry's cock. Draco immediately reached a hand behind and beneath himself, grabbing ahold of Harry's cock and lining it up with his entrance.
"Jeez, Draco, lube!" Harry nearly shouted. As hot as it was having Draco so clearly desperate for his cock, Harry couldn't hurt him like that. Actually, they probably wouldn't even be able to get very far that way anyway. "At lease let me prepare you."
"Oh, I already took care of that," Draco said breathlessly, gesturing to his wand, which was lying on the bottom corner of the bed.
Harry felt slightly disappointed. He liked preparing Draco for his cock. He liked taking his time to stretch Draco's arsehole. He liked putting his fingers inside Draco, one at a time, gradually opening him up. He liked watching Draco come apart in his hands little by little until he was writhing beneath him, begging for more. That was all part of the fun to Harry.
Although, he couldn't be upset about that for too long, since Draco hadn't let Harry's objection deter him. Harry felt the head of his cock beginning to enter Draco's (sure enough) already slicked arsehole, pushing its way past a tight ring of muscle. Fuck, even with his own preparations Draco was so tight. Draco was always so tight. Harry panted heavily as Draco slowly lowered himself onto his cock a little bit at a time. Again, Harry had to use all his self-control to keep from thrusting his hips upwards. As desperately as he wanted to speed this up by shoving his cock deep inside that tight hole, he let Draco set the pace. Unbelievable heat finally engulfed his entire cock once Draco was fully seated on him.
Draco was panting just as hard as Harry, with the occasional breathy little moan escaping his mouth as well. Once Draco was adjusted, he leaned back slightly, putting his arms behind him and his hands on Harry's thighs to balance himself. He lifted his hips until just the head of Harry's cock remained inside him. Then, without wasting a second, he slammed his hips back down. Harry's initial gasp turned into a low moan as Draco continued to raise and lower himself on his cock, gradually picking up speed with each of his movements.
This position gave Harry a fantastic view. He could clearly see Draco's cock and balls. It was utterly fascinating, not to mention extremely arousing, to watch them swing freely as Draco bounced up and down in his lap. Beyond that, Harry could also see his own cock being enveloped by Draco's arsehole. He was enthralled by the sight of that small hole stretching to grant his thick cock access to the tight, hot channel inside. It was like his cock belonged in Draco's arsehole, like they were a perfect fit for each other. It was a breathtaking vision that had Harry dying to touch Draco. He wanted to give Draco just as much pleasure as Draco was giving him.
He reached out, intending to take Draco's cock in his hand. But before he could, Draco sat up straight, one hand coming to rest on Harry chest, the other slapping Harry's hand away.
"No." Draco somehow managed to sound firm while continuing to shamelessly fuck himself on Harry's cock. But he couldn't maintain that firm tone for long. He let out a deep moan. "Don't… 's my apology."
"Draco…" Harry couldn't care less that he was whining. "Please, let me… I want to."
Draco shook his head vigorously. Harry growled, feeling all his self-control slip away. When Draco next pushed himself down, Harry met him halfway by thrusting his hips upward, shoving his cock deeper into Draco than it had been yet. He knew his move had the desired effect when Draco's eyes widened and he let out a short, squeaky sounding, "Oh!" Harry had found his prostate.
Draco put both of his hands on Harry's chest and began grinding himself down even harder on Harry's cock. His eyes were now screwed shut, his lip parted, and his cheeks flushed bright pink. That blissful expression on his face made Harry want to try that move again.
With this thrust from Harry, Draco's eyes shot open. He gazed at Harry while biting down hard on his lower lip in a failed attempt to suppress his very vocal reactions. Harry couldn't understand why Draco even bothered tying to suppress any of his noises, especially since he was currently making the most adorable whimpering sounds Harry had ever heard. Draco's hands clung to Harry's chest, fingernails digging into his skin. But Harry couldn't be bothered by the small amount of pain because everything else felt so good. He gazed right back at Draco, soaking in the deep affection he felt being directed to him from those wide, dark grey eyes he loved so much.
Harry decided he needed to do that move once more, in the hopes that he would receive even more wonderful reactions from Draco. He thrusted hard, his arse lifting off the bed and his cock burrowing itself deep in Draco's arsehole. Much to Harry's pleasure, this one turned out to be Draco's breaking point.
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco cried out when Harry hit his sweet spot yet again. "Fuck, I love you too! So much… I love you so fucking much, Harry!"
Harry felt as if his heart stopped upon hearing that declaration. He needed to touch Draco now. He had already said those same words to Draco earlier, but now he needed to show Draco how much he loved him.
He tried again, reaching out his hands. Draco seemed to forget his original insistence that Harry not touch him, at least for the moment, because Harry was successful in grabbing Draco's hips. His skin was hot and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and Harry groaned at this first simple touch his hands were able to make. He reveled in the feeling of Draco's hips beneath his hands, not caring one bit that he was getting so much joy from something so simple as groping Draco's hips.
Harry eventually moved on, sliding his hands around Draco's waist until they settled on his arse. He moaned happily as he began kneading it firmly. Satisfied for the time being, and now having much better leverage, he started thrusting again. He repeatedly rolled his hips upward with the intention of hitting Draco's prostate every time.
Unfortunately, at that point, Draco seemed to realize exactly what was going on. He was swearing violently with each of Harry's thrusts, but he still managed to pull Harry's hands away from his arse.
"Harry, no." he insisted. "Let me… you just enjoy."
"Fucking hell, Draco!" Harry panted, desperate to make Draco understand. He began babbling uncontrollably. "As fucking brilliant as this is, I enjoy touching you. I enjoy doing some of the work. I get it, you're sorry. Now, Merlin please, let me touch you. I need to touch you. I need to fucking kiss you. The best apology you can give me is to let me make you feel just as good as you're making me feel. What I enjoy most is getting to make you enjoy it too."
Draco looked him straight in the eye, his expression suddenly serious. Harry didn't back down from the challenging stare. Draco began slowing himself down until he was only gently rocking his hips. Finally, he came to a complete stop. Harry held his breath, not quite sure what Draco planned to do next.
Draco climbed off Harry and rolled onto his back. Harry instantly felt cold, and he mourned the loss of Draco's body heat. Even more so, he mourned the loss of Draco's arsehole around his cock. But then, Draco spread his legs wide, knees slightly bent, and shot Harry his signature seductive smirk.
"Well then, Harry," Draco purred, "go ahead. Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me. Whatever you want. I'm all yours."
Harry didn't need telling twice. He hurriedly crawled between Draco's legs, ready to pick up right where they had left off.
But he got distracted halfway to his ultimate destination. His eyes fell on Draco's throbbing cock, which was obviously in desperate need of attention. He leaned down to lick a stripe along the underside of it. Next, he licked along the slit at the tip, collecting the precome leaking out of it on his tongue. Draco was moaning deeply and practically twitching as Harry did this. It made sense, seeing as Draco hadn't allowed Harry to stimulate his cock in any way throughout all this. When Harry looked back up at Draco, his eyes were shut, and both of his arms were raised above his head, his hands gripping tightly to a pillow. He looked beautiful.
Harry continued crawling up Draco's body until he was able to line his cock up with Draco's entrance once again. He slid smoothly back in, to which he and Draco gasped simultaneously.
Harry rolled his hips sharply in a way that he knew from experience would find Draco's prostate immediately. Sure enough, Draco's eyes snapped open and his jaw dropped in a silent cry of pleasure. Harry didn't let up. He continued steadily thrusting into Draco while his hand searched for Draco's cock trapped between their stomachs. Draco moaned loudly when Harry found it and began stroking in time with his thrusts.
"Harry," Draco forced out on a harsh breath, lowering his arms so he could wrap his hands around Harry's biceps. "Harry, didn't you say you needed to kiss me?"
Harry tried to smile, but it was difficult to pull off in his current state. "I did say something like that, didn't I?"
"Just fucking kiss me, damn it!" Draco whined.
And Harry did. He leaned down and captured Draco's lips with his own. It was an awkward angle and the kiss itself was very sloppy and a little too rough. But it was amazing, nonetheless.
With Draco's tongue wrapped around his own, Harry knew this was about to end spectacularly. He groaned into Draco's mouth while his hand sped up its movements around Draco's cock. It did the trick. Draco's back arched off the bed and he swore as he came all over their stomachs and Harry's hand. Harry wasn't far behind him. With three more hard thrusts, he shuttered harshly and came deep inside Draco. Then he collapsed on top of him.
Harry knew he must be crushing Draco, but his boyfriend wasn't complaining so he didn't move straight away. He took his time to even his breathing before sliding his softening cock out of Draco's arsehole. Only then did he roll sideways off Draco.
He found Draco's wand (which had somehow not rolled off the bed during all that) and cleaned them up. As he settled himself comfortably against the pillows, he scooped Draco up in his arms, wanting to keep as much physical contact with him as possible. Draco cuddled into him, his head coming to rest on Harry's shoulder.
"I should apologize to you every fucking day," Draco sighed contentedly.
"I don't know…" Harry chuckled. "You don't want to do it so much that it loses all meaning. Besides, I love how stubborn you are. I love how confident you are. I love how that stubbornness and confidence convinces you that you're always right. I love you, just as you are."
Draco gently smacked Harry's chest. "Quit being such a sap."
"But, Draco," Harry said teasingly. "I am a sap. That's just the way I am. Don't you love me just as I am?"
"You're so lame," Draco mumbled as a delicate pink flush appeared on his cheeks. "Of course I do, as you very well know. I didn't exactly hold back earlier. Unless you somehow went temporarily deaf at that moment, you must have heard what I said about you."
"Oh, I heard it," Harry said through a grin. "Loud and clear."
He pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead, but that apparently wasn't enough for Draco. Draco tilted his head up so that Harry's lips landed on his. The kiss was tender and sweet, but it only lasted a few seconds.
Draco abruptly pulled back and smirked maliciously. "And to think all it took was me hexing Kurt Harrison's hair off. Perhaps I should do the same to any other moron who tries to flirt with you. Who knows? Maybe that'll get you to ask me to move in with you next."
The noise Draco made immediately following that statement sounded like something between a yelp and a squeak. His face blanched and his smirk disappeared. He shoved his face in Harry's neck, hiding his eyes behind his hand. He was very obviously embarrassed by what he had said, which had, apparently, been unintentional.
But Harry was far from displeased upon hearing that. Before this moment, he had never seriously considered asking Draco to move in with him, but not because he was against the idea. He had just assumed that Draco would be against it. Even though Draco regularly spent many nights at Grimmauld Place, Harry hadn't thought his boyfriend would be willing to uproot his familiar, comfortable life at Malfoy Manor to come live here with him permanently. More importantly, he hadn't been aware that Draco felt they had reached that point in their relationship were moving in together was an appropriate step to take. Now that Draco had brought it up though, Harry knew exactly what he wanted.
He only had to think about his answer for a split second. "I don't think you'll have to attack any more poor, innocent people to get me to ask you to move in with me, now that I know you think it's a viable option."
Draco's eyes appeared from between his fingers and he stared timidly at Harry. "You think?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "In fact, if you're really so open to the idea, I think I'll have to insist that you move in here as soon as possible. Tonight, tomorrow, I don't care. Just make sure it's very, very soon. I want you here, with me, always."
Draco lifted his head back up and scoffed, returning to his normal self. "Harry, I don't think that's a request so much as a demand. You said you'd ask me to live with you, not command me to."
Harry chuckled. In half a second, he rolled himself over so that he was on top of Draco again. Draco gasped as Harry pressed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck.
"Draco," he breathed against Draco's warm, soft skin, quickly becoming turned on again. "Draco, you insufferable prat, will you please do me the great honor of moving in here with me?"
"Yes!" Draco hissed as Harry pressed his hips down to show him that he was becoming aroused once again. He was pleased to find that Draco's cock was starting to harden again too. "Merlin, yes I will! First thing tomorrow morning."
"Good," Harry growled, biting down gently on Draco's neck.
Draco moaned deeply and then exclaimed, "How is it even physically possible for us to be ready to go again already? We're fucking animals!"
"You're seriously complaining?" Harry muttered. He lifted his head and grinned wickedly at Draco. "Besides, I wasn't very nice to you just now, was I? The way I asked you to move in with me was rather rude, don't you think? I need you to know that I'm terribly sorry. So, I'm going to lick your pretty little arsehole, then suck your beautiful cock, and you are going to do nothing but lie back and enjoy. This is my apology to you."
Draco's eyes widened comically. It seemed to take him a few seconds to register Harry's words, but when he did, he nodded wildly. He tangled his hands in Harry's hair and forcibly pulled him down into a fierce kiss.
Harry decided he could get used to the occasional apology from Draco. It was certainly appreciated. And if this was always the end result, well fuck, all the better.
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