Draco Malfoy and His Happily Ever After:
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate which I recommend that you read before starting this. This is a Harry/Draco story. If you have any questions about the story or you just want to discuss something in it e-mail me. I'm always eager to hear what people think.
Warnings for this chapter: Language. Smut.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
That night found Draco and Harry settling in for bed, wriggling under the covers and attempting to get comfortable. The bed was small though, not really meant for two teenage boys and Draco kicked his bedmate when an elbow hit his shoulder. That started a brief tussle that ended with tangled coverlets and a fuming Slytherin. "Bastard."
"Blanket hog." Harry shot back, rolling over to face the wall. With a harrumph, Draco climbed back on the bed and laid down, pulling the blanket over his body again so that Harry was sandwiched between Draco and the wall. There was a moment of silence, punctuated by a door shutting down the hall. The house went dark, all the lights turned off as Petunia and Vernon retreated to their room. Dudley was spending the night at a friend's house, which guaranteed that there'd be breakfast the next morning. Dinner had been a fairly sparse affair and Draco was glad that the Bottomless Pit that was Harry's cousin would be gone for the next meal.
Draco sighed and wedged his feet under Harry's legs, wiggling his toes for a moment. "Do you mind?" Harry inquired with false politeness. "Your feet are bloody cold, Draco."
"And that's why you're warming them up for me at the moment." The Slytherin replied glibly, grinning to himself in the darkness.
"Prat." Harry said fondly.
"Git."
"Wanker."
"Only every other day." Draco replied and he snickered when the Gryffindor paused, taken aback.
"Alright, you win. I'm going to bed now."
"Goodnight then."
"Goodnight."
There was a long moment of silence and then Draco shuffled forward, pressing himself against Harry's back and shoving his cold nose against the back of the other boy's neck. There was an indignant snort, but no verbal protest.
Draco sighed, his breath ruffling the fine hair on Harry's neck. He shifted again, suddenly uncomfortable. He hated sleeping in new places, but #4 Privet Drive was so alien as to be completely discomfiting. How was he supposed to relax in a place that lacked magic? Hogwarts, Malfoy Manor, Diagon Alley… all of these places were seeped in history and had been frequented by generation after generation of Malfoys. He'd never spent a significant amount of time in such a strange place and the fact it lacked that distinct, but comforting tingle of magic in the air seemed to make all the difference.
He could feel it in Harry though, sparking under his skin and flowing through his veins. Most wizards could recognize other magical creatures and people - that's why those from wizarding families who were born unable to use magic were called squibs and not muggles. The scent of magic surrounded them, even if they themselves could not use it. Muggles on the other hand lacked it completely and instead relied on their technology to help them through life. Draco shivered briefly, even with the covers tucked tightly around him, and plastered himself to Harry's back.
I'm not alone, Draco reminded himself silently. Harry's here to keep me company. He could feel the distant hum of the wards surrounding Privet Drive, but the magic from it was merely overlaying the street, not actually a part of it. Harry, on the other hand, was always a powerhouse of magical energy, leaving minuscule traces of magic over everything he touched never mind the force of his personality or his charisma. The Gryffindor didn't even realize his magic was so potent, though anyone who had grown up in the wizarding world was able to.
Only powerful wizards like Dumbledore tended to leak energy and the sheer amount Harry put out was probably unrivaled by any but Voldemort himself. Draco leaked a little, but nowhere near as much as Harry. It was why he'd deigned to talk to the Gryffindor at all the first time they'd met. Harry might have been dressed in huge hand-me downs that hung on his small frame and glasses that had been taped at the bridge, but a single glance had told Draco that this was not a boy to be overlooked or ignored.
For all the good that did him.
He sighed again and nuzzled at the back of Harry's neck, glad they were no longer rivals or enemies. Being Harry's lover was much preferable to being his nemesis in Draco's opinion. Harry was bright and golden and everything a Gryffindor was supposed to be, but under that he was fiercely independent and ruthless when it came to doing what needed to be done. Most people couldn't make the two images match up, but Draco, who had been on the receiving side of some of Harry's hard, piercing glares, knew better. There was still a lot he didn't know about Harry, just like there was a lot about Draco that Harry didn't know either, but learning about each other was half the fun, really.
Though to be honest, learning about how their bodies fit together was much more entertaining.
With that thought in mind, Draco pressed a soft kiss to Harry's neck and nudged his hips forward. He wasn't hard, not yet, but with the firm cheeks of Harry's arse tucked against his crotch it wouldn't take long. "Harry." He whispered, almost whined really.
"Go to sleep, Draco." The other boy muttered back, hunching his shoulders a little. Draco leaned forward and licked the shell of Harry's ear before nuzzling the soft skin behind his jaw. He rocked his hips against Harry's bottom gently, his half hard cock nudging insistently at the toned, cotton pajama clad arse. "Knock it off. We can't - do that. Not here. What if someone hears?"
"They're asleep." Draco replied thickly around his mouthful of shoulder, too busy sucking lightly at the salty skin and swirling his tongue over it to pay much attention to his own words. The moonlight streaming through the window cast long shadows across the floor and wall, adding a touch of mystery to an otherwise dull setting. Their owls were propped up on the dresser, heads tucked beneath their wings and obviously unconcerned about the activities of their humans. He trailed, hot, wet open-mouthed kisses along Harry's shoulders, peeling back his nightshirt to reach more of that tasty skin. "They won't even suspect." Draco mumbled, nipping at the other boy's neck.
"Aunt Petunia's a really light sleeper." Draco ignored the almost agitated tone of voice and continued rubbing himself against Harry, rocking leisurely. Harry's breath caught and Draco smirked, pressing is face against the slightly damp skin of Harry's right shoulder.
"I can always cast a silencing charm."
"Draco, don't."
"Why?" The Slytherin asked as he stopped with an irritated sigh. Harry turned around to face him, his handsome face set in a serious and slightly nervous expression. He didn't have his glasses on and once again the rich green of his eyes took Draco's breath away. Draco ghosted his fingers along Harry's jaw and down his throat, undoing the first button he reached. Harry swatted the hand away.
"It's just… weird is all. They're right across the hall, Draco and Dudley's in the room next to us. What if they hear us?"
"They won't. That's what a silencing charm's for." He swung his legs around and slid out of bed, stubbing his toe against his trunk as he searched for his wand. "Fuck!" He hopped around, clutched his hurt toe and manfully ignoring Harry's snickers. Finally he located it and cast the damn spell, tossing his wand on Harry's desk and hopping back into bed as quickly as possible. "Alright?" He asked with a smarmy grin.
"You can't be serious. I still can't - Draco, they're right across the hall!"
"Don't be ridiculous." The Slytherin protested, already unbuttoning his night shirt.
Harry sighed, rolling over and ducking his head under the covers. "I'm going to sleep." Came his muffled voice and Draco shrugged out of his silk pajama top, realizing that sometimes dating a Gryffindor wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Stupid morals. Who needed them anyway?
Draco kicked off his pajama bottoms and cupped his erection, squeezing it lightly as he stared at the ceiling and the shadows that played across it. Goosebumps prickled his skin, but a few good strokes and he wasn't worried about the room temperature anymore. He pumped himself rapidly, hoping to just get off as quickly as possible so he too could go to sleep.
The room was so quiet that his breath and the slick sounds of his hand stroking his erection were excruciatingly conspicuous. Harry poked his head out from under the duvet suspiciously. "Draco, are you doing what I think you're doing?"
"I don't know, depends on what," he paused to groan, "you think I'm doing." Draco said, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock. Harry sat up, taking in the sight of Draco sprawled next to him, nude and masturbating shamelessly.
Harry blinked for a moment and licked his lips briefly. "Don't tell me I never do anything for you." And then he pounced, batting Draco's hand away and engulfing the blonde's cock in his mouth. His hands were firm on Draco's hips, holding him in place as he went down on the Slytherin.
Draco cried out at the sudden sensation, involuntarily thrusting upwards. Harry's grip on his hips tightened, slightly bruising his pale skin. Draco was too enraptured with the feel of that warm, wet mouth and that clever tongue to give a damn though. He curled a leg around Harry's waist and threw his head back, arching his torso up as Harry nipped lightly at his balls, sucking first one into his mouth and then another. The Slytherin slid his fingers into the other boy's hair and held on for dear life, his breath stuttering in his chest when Harry wiggled a dry finger inside him. Harry moved back to suck hard on Draco's cock and pressed firmly against his prostate.
And that was it, Draco was gone. His vision flickered white for a moment. His thighs tightened and his eyes squeezed shut and he came with a loud keen, his back arching even higher than before. With a last shudder he emptied himself into Harry's mouth and collapsed back on the bed limply. Harry sprinkled a few kisses on Draco's stomach before scooting up for a kiss, their tongues twining lazily. Draco was a bit too out of it to do more than compliantly accept Harry's hungry kisses and attempt to reciprocate despite the fact his thoughts were all fuzzy. Harry's hands were pressed against the sides of Draco's face as he ravished the slender blonde's mouth, his cock tenting his cotton pajama bottoms and leaving a wet spot on them that Draco couldn't resist rubbing at.
The Slytherin, his tongue still busy half-heartedly dueling the Gryffindor's, reached down and began working those awful stripped pajamas off Harry. It took a bit of coordination, effort, and patience, but eventually them managed to strip the dark haired boy without breaking their kiss. Of course, two of the buttons had popped off, but it was for a good cause. Harry trailed his mouth down to the hollow of Draco's throat and licked at the droplets of sweat that had gathered there.
Draco grinned and twisted under Harry's weight, relishing the feel of the other boy's solid body over his own. He reached down and started jerking the other boy off with agonizing slowness. It seemed as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them - everything else fading away for the moment. Harry's breath was ragged and loud in the otherwise quiet room.
"Come here." Draco ordered and he guided Harry carefully as the other boy straddled his chest, kneeling so that his cock was only inches away from Draco's lips. The Slytherin parted his lips and blew slightly on the head of Harry's cock. A drop of precum fell, landing on Draco's bottom lip and he licked it off. Harry moaned softly at the sight and pressed forward, his erection nudging at the Slytherin's mouth. Draco flicked his tongue out and lapped at the head of the other boy's cock, savoring the bittersweet taste.
He let Harry's erection slide inside his mouth and twirled his tongue over the head before sucking deeply on it. His hands were cupping Harry's arse, squeezing every now and then and urging the other boy forward. Harry was panting by now, his chest rising and falling as he thrust inside Draco's mouth slowly again and again. He put his hand in Draco's hair and angled his head back, his hips pushing forward so that he was fucking Draco's mouth. The Slytherin was trapped between Harry's muscular thighs, his mouth full of cock, and at Harry's mercy. It was so erotic his cock twitched of it's own accord, but he'd already come once and no matter how enthusiastic he was about the situation it wasn't getting up again any time soon.
Harry's cock pumped in and out of his mouth, bruising his lips and sliding down his throat. Draco let his middle finger slip between Harry's ass cheeks and gently teased at the other boy's entrance. The Gryffindor stilled, tensing all over for a single second. And then he came, flooding Draco's mouth with salty sweetness. He shivered all over and pulled out, toppling to the side and almost hitting his head on the wall. "Harry?" Draco asked out of concern, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Mmm?" Harry scooted around, burrowing under the covers and waiting for Draco to join him so he could cuddle up against the other boy. "Yes?"
"Just making sure you didn't give yourself a concussion." Draco said as Harry tucked his head underneath the blonde's chin and threw his arm over his chest. Their legs tangled together, making it difficult to discern which limbs belonged to who.
"I'm fine. Just a bit woozy. That was nice though, wasn't it?"
Draco smiled his agreement, drifting into a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and, shortly after that, to sleep.
To Be Continued…
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