Draco sighed as he looked around his fathers office and propped his
bare feet up on the desk. His mother had given him the task of going
through his fathers things. He absent-mindedly twirled his wand, not
wanting the job. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the soft
leather of the chair, hoping the silence of the room would help him think.
His father, Voldemorts right-hand man, muggle hater, abusive husband, and
bastard was finally dead and he was proud to say that he had killed Lucius
himself. The bastard deserved it. Luckily Lucius never had time to write
Draco out of his will so he now owned the entire Malfoy estate, the summer
home just outside of Paris, and the fortune that was spread throughout
Europe. Draco was pulled out of his thoughts by the feel of a pair of hands
on his shoulders. "Aren't you supposed to be working, not sleeping," Harry
asked, kissing his cheek.
"I'm not sleeping I'm thinking," he replied without opening his eyes. Harry shook his head and sat down on the desk, his eyes taking in the beautiful site of his boyfriend wearing a tight green shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. He silently reached over and ran his index finger down the bottom of Draco's foot. "Harry stop it, you know how ticklish my feet are," he complained, finally opening his eyes.
"Of course I know. I had to get your attention somehow. You've been in this room all day and I'm feeling ignored," he said, giving Draco the puppy dog face that he couldn't resist. Draco chuckled and moved his feet off the desk.
"Come here," he said, grabbing Harry's hands and pulling him onto his lap. Harry smiled and kissed Draco softly before laying his head against his.
"I love you my Dragon," Harry said, kissing Draco's forehead.
"I love you too sexy," he said, content with just holding Harry for now.
"You OK Drac?" he asked softly.
"Yah. My back's pretty much healed. Couple of scars but I'll live," he said, kissing Harry's neck. "Take your shirt off," he requested, tugging on Harry's wife beater.
"On one condition, yours comes off too," he said, pulling his off. Draco obliged and Harry snuggled closer, wanting skin against skin. Harry smiled and ground his hips into Draco's. Draco moaned and Harry's hands quickly unfastened the button on Draco's jeans. Draco moaned again, enjoying his lover in dom mode. "Get on the desk unless your room is close," Harry growled getting off Draco.
"My room," Draco gasped as Harry finished undressing him.
"Where is it?" Harry asked, caressing Draco's bare ass.
"Two floors up," he said, arching his hips towards Harry's hand.
"To far away. On the desk, now," he demanded. Draco immediately did so, watching Harry as he stripped and muttered two words, "Accio Lube," which he knew was in Draco's room. While he waited for the lube to appear he pinned Draco to the desk, and covered his body with kisses before taking his cock into his mouth and sucking gently. Draco moaned loudly and bucked his hips, his hands burying themselves in Harry's unruly hair.
"Harry, please, I'm so close," Draco gasped as Harry's mouth left his still throbbing cock.
"I know, but I didn't say you could cum yet," Harry said, licking Draco's ear as he picked up the lube. Harry slowly prepared Draco, enjoying the look on his lovers face.
"Harry," Draco moaned as Harry slid deep inside him. "Harder," he managed to choke out as Harry gently slid in and out of him. Harry willingly picked up the pace, knowing what Draco liked. Draco came moments later, his nails raking down Harry's back and biting down on Harry's shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Harry moaned and slammed into Draco one last time, burying his face in Draco's neck as he came. They lay together like that several minutes until they had caught their breath. Their eyes met and Harry kissed Draco softly as he slid out of him. They lay together, kissing occasionally until Draco realized that Harry was shivering. "My Room," he said softly.
"To many stairs," Harry complained softly.
"We'll apparate up there. This isn't Hogwarts," he said, taking Harry's hands and seconds later they were lying on Draco's bed. Harry immediately snuggled under the black comforter and smiled when he realized that the sheets were silk. "Only the best for a Malfoy," Draco said, knowing why Harry was smiling. Harry laughed as Draco slid under the cover and snuggled close.
"Love you," Harry said, laying his head on Draco's shoulder as he closed his eyes.
"Love you too," Draco said, kissing the top of Harry's head.
A/N: Don't worry. The death of Dumbledore will be dealt with in the next chapter. Here's a hint: Why is there a new ghost a Hogwarts and why does he look an awful lot like Santa?
"I'm not sleeping I'm thinking," he replied without opening his eyes. Harry shook his head and sat down on the desk, his eyes taking in the beautiful site of his boyfriend wearing a tight green shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. He silently reached over and ran his index finger down the bottom of Draco's foot. "Harry stop it, you know how ticklish my feet are," he complained, finally opening his eyes.
"Of course I know. I had to get your attention somehow. You've been in this room all day and I'm feeling ignored," he said, giving Draco the puppy dog face that he couldn't resist. Draco chuckled and moved his feet off the desk.
"Come here," he said, grabbing Harry's hands and pulling him onto his lap. Harry smiled and kissed Draco softly before laying his head against his.
"I love you my Dragon," Harry said, kissing Draco's forehead.
"I love you too sexy," he said, content with just holding Harry for now.
"You OK Drac?" he asked softly.
"Yah. My back's pretty much healed. Couple of scars but I'll live," he said, kissing Harry's neck. "Take your shirt off," he requested, tugging on Harry's wife beater.
"On one condition, yours comes off too," he said, pulling his off. Draco obliged and Harry snuggled closer, wanting skin against skin. Harry smiled and ground his hips into Draco's. Draco moaned and Harry's hands quickly unfastened the button on Draco's jeans. Draco moaned again, enjoying his lover in dom mode. "Get on the desk unless your room is close," Harry growled getting off Draco.
"My room," Draco gasped as Harry finished undressing him.
"Where is it?" Harry asked, caressing Draco's bare ass.
"Two floors up," he said, arching his hips towards Harry's hand.
"To far away. On the desk, now," he demanded. Draco immediately did so, watching Harry as he stripped and muttered two words, "Accio Lube," which he knew was in Draco's room. While he waited for the lube to appear he pinned Draco to the desk, and covered his body with kisses before taking his cock into his mouth and sucking gently. Draco moaned loudly and bucked his hips, his hands burying themselves in Harry's unruly hair.
"Harry, please, I'm so close," Draco gasped as Harry's mouth left his still throbbing cock.
"I know, but I didn't say you could cum yet," Harry said, licking Draco's ear as he picked up the lube. Harry slowly prepared Draco, enjoying the look on his lovers face.
"Harry," Draco moaned as Harry slid deep inside him. "Harder," he managed to choke out as Harry gently slid in and out of him. Harry willingly picked up the pace, knowing what Draco liked. Draco came moments later, his nails raking down Harry's back and biting down on Harry's shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Harry moaned and slammed into Draco one last time, burying his face in Draco's neck as he came. They lay together like that several minutes until they had caught their breath. Their eyes met and Harry kissed Draco softly as he slid out of him. They lay together, kissing occasionally until Draco realized that Harry was shivering. "My Room," he said softly.
"To many stairs," Harry complained softly.
"We'll apparate up there. This isn't Hogwarts," he said, taking Harry's hands and seconds later they were lying on Draco's bed. Harry immediately snuggled under the black comforter and smiled when he realized that the sheets were silk. "Only the best for a Malfoy," Draco said, knowing why Harry was smiling. Harry laughed as Draco slid under the cover and snuggled close.
"Love you," Harry said, laying his head on Draco's shoulder as he closed his eyes.
"Love you too," Draco said, kissing the top of Harry's head.
A/N: Don't worry. The death of Dumbledore will be dealt with in the next chapter. Here's a hint: Why is there a new ghost a Hogwarts and why does he look an awful lot like Santa?