Draco Malfoy and His Happily Ever After:
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate which I strongly 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. Also, this chapter is fairly long. So, go read it, already!
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.
Things took a decidedly strange turn sometime around six. Draco had been in the living room with Harry, watching the telly. ("Not the tally, Draco. It's the telly. Tell-y." Draco had promptly retorted with, "Fuck off, Harr-y.") The shows were stupid, but oddly fascinating. Somewhat like a splinching. You knew you really shouldn't look, but you couldn't quite help it. However, soon enough the blaring sounds of the television were interrupted by a ringing doorbell.
Draco gave a questioning look to Harry who seemed to be just a baffled, but before they could decide whether or not to answer the door heavy thumps heralded Dudley's descent down the stairs. Polkiss was dogging his steps, his narrow rat face alight with anticipation. "They're here!"
"What do you mean, they're here?" Harry asked, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Shut up, Potter before I punch your lights out."
"Watch your mouth," Draco snapped out automatically, not liking that superior tone of voice, not to mention the threat. He hadn't been introduced to Piers beyond Harry's explanation of who he was, which mostly consisted of the boy's name and an unflattering description.
Piers turned to Draco incredulously while Dudley answered the door, his little rat face twisted up with confusion as he tried to figure out just why the blonde haired boy was defending Dudley's cousin. "What?"
"I told you to watch your mouth. Don't talk to him that way."
"Oh, and what're you gonna do about it? You gonna stop me?"
Harry decided to join in on the conversation, obviously eager to prevent any… mishaps. "He goes to St. Brutus' Secure School for Criminal Boys too, Piers. He knifed his roommate last year. I wouldn't mess with him." Draco decided to play along and gave Piers a wicked grin when he turned to look at the slim blonde in shock.
Piers was stunned at this, but the arrival of three other boys prevented any more conversation. "Piers, they're here! When are the others coming?" Dudley asked eagerly, turning to a boy who had spots all over his face.
"The other guys should be here in half and hour or so and the Stonewall girls will be here by eight."
Draco leaned in towards Harry, his voice low and curious. "Who are these people?"
"The tall one's Dennis, the one with the weird spiked hair is Malcolm, and Gordon's the one with the acne problem. They're Dudley's friends." Which wasn't surprising. There was a whole lot of ugly in that group. Harry said quietly before standing up. "What exactly is going on here?"
Dudley turned to smirk at his cousin. "I'm having a party for my seventeenth birthday. And don't you dare go and ruin it!"
"Aunt Petunia said we couldn't have anymore visitors. You know that, Dudley." Harry tried again, his arms crossed as he leveled his most righteous, Gryffindor-ish expression at the other boys. Draco felt a twinge of wry nostalgia at seeing it. In the past, that expression had been reserved solely for him.
"Well, what Dudley's mum doesn't know won't hurt her, will it?" Piers asked with a sly smile twisting his lips.
"Fine, do whatever you like. But if I get blamed for this somehow Draco'll kick your arse."
Draco tried to look suitably unbalanced and dangerous, which appeared to work from the uneasy expression that crossed Piers' face. Dudley, aware of the fact Draco was more than capable of doing something awful to him with just a wave of his wand, spoke up when Malcolm cracked his knuckles and eyed Draco's smaller frame with cruel amusement. His words were rushed hurriedly together.
"Don't even bother. That one's not right in the head. Start a fight with him and he won't quit 'til you're half dead, never mind how much you pound him. He even went after Dad." The boys were suitably impressed with Draco's nerve at attacking a man almost three times his size and backed off quickly.
"We'll be in my room. And try to keep the noise down!" Harry ordered, dragging his the Slytherin away from Dudley and the other boys before anything disastrous could happen.
Draco sighed as they entered Harry's room and collapsed on the bed dramatically. "You, Mr. Potter, are no fun. Would it have been too much trouble for you to let me scare them just a little?"
"It was for the best." Harry said defensively, taking a seat at his desk.
"Gryffindors." Draco sighed, no small amount of disgust in his voice. Harry only laughed at his exasperation.
"Don't be such a pillock, Draco."
"Well, maybe if you distract me…?" Draco suggested as he laid back, smirking lustfully at his lover.
Harry was amused, but enough to take Draco up on his offer. "Why don't you read a book or something? You have all those humongous potion books, might as well make use of them." The Slytherin conceded with a sigh, digging around for his copy of Everything an Aspiring Potions Master Needs to Know. It would help pass the time.
The time did, indeed, pass quickly and before Draco knew it loud voices and laughter echoed up the hallway from downstairs. He lifted his head and turned to Harry who was absorbed with his essay once more. "Harry, did you hear that?"
The sound of glass shattering managed to capture the Gryffindor's attention when Draco's voice had not. "Fuck. I hope that wasn't Aunt Petunia's favorite vase." He rose, walking towards the door and Draco followed curiously.
"I can always fix it." The Slytherin reminded the other boy, trotting downstairs in order to examine just how much damage had been done in their absence. The house was crowded with all manner of muggles, though most seemed to be inebriated. One girl was dancing on top of the dining table. Draco averted his gaze quickly. Even if he had been attracted to girls, that particular one was by no means pretty. Though Piers obviously thought otherwise with the way he was staring up her skirt.
"Dudley!" Harry shouted, attempting to make his way through the chaotic crowd. The cacophony was deafening and whoever had chosen the music had very bad taste. He pushed his way through the crowd and Draco followed, trailing him into the living room where Dudley and a crowd were sitting around watching one boy attempt to put his leg behind his head. It was a futile endeavor and Draco couldn't help but smirk at the sight.
"I just heard something break." Harry announced, interrupting whatever was going on.
Dudley waved his cousin's concern away. "We were playing spin the bottle and it broke. Don't worry about it. Gordon swept it up. Now we're playing Truth or Dare, so you can leave."
One of the girls perked up at Harry's entrance, giving him a thorough once over that made Draco grit his teeth. "Oooh, are you going to play?" He glowered at her, though her vacant, blue eyes were fixed on Harry and she didn't notice.
"Er, no. I've um. Got summer homework to do. C'mon Draco."
"Draco? What sort of a name is Draco?" One boy asked, snorting to himself.
The Slytherin glared, ignoring Harry's hand on his elbow as the Gryffindor urged him to leave. "The name of the boy who's going to pound your face in if you don't talk to him respectfully, arse-wipe."
"Sorry." The boy said, backing down as he raised his hands in the universal gesture of surrender. Draco, still a little miffed, nodded sharply to accept his apology and turned to leave. Harry looked utterly relieved that the confrontation had not led to bloodshed.
"Sit down and play you two." Added another girl with dirty blonde long hair. She was smiling coyly at Draco, obviously unaware her charms had no affect on him. "It's more fun if you play with a lot of people."
Harry cringed a little. "Oh um. No thanks. Really. I've had my share of Truth and Dare." Draco had to snicker, remembering how last year he had let Harry hide in the prefects bathroom with him so he could avoid Colin Creevy who had been dared to kiss his idol. It was a memory he was fond of. Harry gave him an aggravated look when he realized what Draco was thinking about that the Slytherin proceeded to ignore.
"What? Are you scared, Harry?" Dudley taunted, stretching out on the couch a little. The girl next to him scooted over, a look of revulsion briefly passing over her face. Draco couldn't blame her. Dudley had a very large gut and at the moment it was apparently hogging the couch.
"No." Harry replied calmly. "I've just got better things to do than play kids' games."
"Which means you're scared." The boy who had teased Draco about his name added in a knowing tone. Harry turned with irritation plain on his face.
"I've never played this game of yours. What are the rules?" Draco asked, before Harry could do something stupid and impulsive.
The blonde haired girl bounced in her seat. "Oooh! Now you have to play. Sit down!"
Draco sent a quizzical look to Harry who sighed and agreed, taking a seat on the floor. Draco found out in short order that it was a terribly boring game and he left halfway through after seeing Dudley kiss some girl. Not only did it make him queasy, but he didn't need to play some stupid game in order to get a snog. One boy had to eat a plant while another had been dared to sit around in his underwear throughout the rest of the game. Dudley had even asked his cousin if he was a virgin and had been terribly disappointed to discover that Harry had actually managed to get laid. Draco had smirked at that.
The Slytherin absently wondered if it was a muggle thing or if teenagers were all that stupid. He knew some pretty dumb wizarding games and suspected it was probably the latter. The two boys left Dudley and his friends to their game, eager to escape the rampant stupidity and pettiness. On their way through the crowd, one obviously drunk girl latched onto Draco, her hand roaming in places it definitely was not supposed to be. Harry looked shocked, though expression quickly became one of possessiveness.
However, before he could do anything about the situation, Draco peeled her off and turned her around, pushing her towards another boy who was more than happy to submit to her affections. He snagged a few drinks on his way towards the stairs and started up them first, giving Harry quite the view. After all, Dudley and company were quite absorbed with their silly little game which left Draco and his lover to pursue other forms of entertainment.
When Harry shut the door to his room, things were suddenly much quieter and Draco sighed with relief as the assault on his poor eardrums ended. The glow of the lamp cast soft shadows around the room. Sometime in the past hour it had begun to rain and the soft pitter patter of the drops of water on the roof was soothing. Draco grinned impishly and handed Harry a beer. "Here you go. It's not Ogden's Fire Whiskey, but it'll do."
"Draco, are you trying to get me drunk?" Harry asked with a smile, kicking off his shoes and reclining on the bed.
"Yes, and then I plan to have my wicked way with you." Draco answered with complete honesty, joining Harry on the bed as he pried the bottle cap off his drink. Harry laughed, obviously aware that Draco hadn't been joking, but amused despite that. Or possibly because of it. Draco arranged himself so he was lying next to the Gryffindor and he paused to take off his own boots, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. It was quiet and comfortable, a balm to the senses after their little foray downstairs into the chaos that was Dudley's birthday party.
"So, how about our own private game of Truth or Dare?" Draco asked slyly, sipping at his beverage. He had a few ideas of exactly how to play the situation to his advantage and wasn't shy about implementing them.
Harry shifted uneasily, but then grinned, suddenly taken with the idea. "Alright. You first. Truth or dare?" He was awfully eager for someone who detested the game, but Draco found Harry's enthusiasm charming despite his own suspicions.
The Slytherin sloshed his drink around in its bottle meditatively for a moment, took a sip, and then answered. "Truth. Since you're obviously dying to ask me a question."
"Great. Who was the first person you ever had sex with?" Harry asked quickly, nervously anticipating the Slytherin's answer.
Draco arched one eyebrow, slightly disbelieving. "You, you dense sod."
Harry blinked in shock for a moment. "But - you. You always know exactly what to do!"
"That's what pornography's for." Harry looked satisfied with this, possibly even a little gloating. Draco only grinned a little. "Your turn, truth or dare?"
"Ha! Truth. If I said dare you'd probably want me to suck you off." The Gryffindor said with a grin, taking a large swig of his own beer. "Urgh. This stuff is nasty." But he took another sip shortly afterwards anyway which made Draco laugh.
"Alright… how far did you get with Chang?" Draco had been wondering about it for some time and, while he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know the answer, if he didn't ask now he probably wouldn't get another chance. The two boys discussed quite a lot in their conversations, but past lovers wasn't a topic they'd ever breached.
Harry blushed a little and scrutinized his beer bottle, picking at the label. "Er… she um. Went down on me once. And I sort of... You know."
"Went down on her?" Draco asked in a voice that was far too level to be genuinely calm. He tried to stamp out the seething jealousy he felt, but it was difficult.
Harry's eyes became huge. "No! God, no! I just, you know. Used my.. Er. Fingers." He mumbled the last, not quite looking Draco in the eye.
The Slytherin snickered, suddenly relieved. "Oh, is that all?" Draco was unhappy he'd done anything with Chang, but it could have been much worse.
"Yeah, your turn now." Harry reminded him, suddenly relaxed now that he was out of the spotlight. This game was much more interesting with just the two of them and no stupid muggles to interfere. And of course, the fact Colin Creevy wasn't around to steal a snog or two from Harry helped immensely. No wonder the Gryffindor had wanted to avoid the game at first.
"Dare." Draco declared, offering the Gryffindor a challenging look.
Harry shifted his gaze to the ceiling as he thought for a moment. "Um… how about… I dare you to tell me how far you've gone with other boys."
Draco pouted for a moment. He'd practically handed Harry a way for them to let the game evolve into some serious sex, but the other boy obviously wasn't playing by the rules. "Are you sure it works that way?"
"Positive." Harry said firmly and if he was lying, for once Draco couldn't tell. He sighed before reluctantly answering.
"I snogged with Cornfoot and sometimes we'd give each other hand jobs. Nothing more than that, really. Though, come to think of it, we did snog a lot."
"That's all?" The dark haired boy asked, disbelief coloring his tones. Obviously he'd expected Draco to be some sort of Slytherin Sex God. Ha, hardly. While Draco was certainly sex on legs, he wasn't some kind of slut. His standards were far too high for that.
"Oh, shut up. Your turn." Draco reminded him, suddenly realizing he could ask Harry anything about their relationship and get an honest answer, because Harry was simply like that. The Gryffindor must have noticed that gleam in his eye that meant trouble because he paused for a moment.
"Er. Dare." He blurted out and appeared to regret it once Draco smiled delightedly at him.
"Yes!" The Slytherin exclaimed, making a little whooping noise. "I dare you to… hmm." He thought for a bit, pondering as Harry nervously fiddled with his shirt sleeve. "I dare you to let me fuck you. Right now." Draco added, setting aside his beer bottle and turning so he faced the Gryffindor.
"Oh. Oh, um. Er." Harry stuttered, taken by surprise at the Slytherin's boldness.
He gently removed the beer from Harry's hand and set it on the nightstand along with his own, resting a hand on Harry's chest and throwing his leg over the dark haired boy's calf. "I want you." Draco said in a quiet, husky tone, never breaking eye-contact. "It feels really good, Harry. I let you do it to me, don't I?"
Harry looked a little intrigued at that. Draco could tell. "Well, um. The others-"
"Are distracted at the moment. I'll cast a silencing charm on the door and I'll lock it myself, okay? I really want to do this with you, Harry. You should try it at least once, just to see if you like it." Draco added, standing up to tend to the door and the charm. He padded back to the bed, already unbuttoning his shirt. The Gryffindor's eyes lingered on his bare chest and Draco smiled seductively at him, trying to encourage him.
"Okay." Harry agreed, looking a little nervous, but fairly game.
"There's that Gryffindor bravery." Draco teased, shrugged out of his shirt and starting on his pants. They pooled around his feet briefly before he stepped out of them. He toed off his socks and slid onto the bed, watching the other boy struggle out of his clothes. Mmm, all that tan, silky skin just for him. And Harry had such broad shoulders and a very trim stomach along with a pert arse that was only rivaled by Draco's own. "You're gorgeous." Draco said unthinkingly, running his hand down one of Harry's lean thighs.
"Don't be stupid." Harry admonished him, tossing his clothes on the floor haphazardly and taking his glasses off. The Slytherin rolled so he was pressed against the other boy. Harry's body warmth soaked into him, making him wiggle his toes in pleasure.
Draco scoffed. "You're the one who's being stupid if you haven't realized by now you're bloody handsome. You think I'd have anything to do with you if you weren't?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but finally relented. "I guess not." Draco pressed a sloppy kiss to his stomach, enjoying the play of his lips on Harry's salty skin. He traced his tongue over the ripples of Harry's abs, mouthing his way up to Harry's nipple and biting firmly on it while he flicked at it with his tongue. "Mmmm…" Harry murmured, arching into him.
Draco abandoned the other boy's chest in favor of tilting his face upwards for a kiss and the Gryffindor took the hint, cupping his face and kissing him as if he was the only thing that mattered. With his hands tangled in Harry's messy mop of hair, the Slytherin moved so he was lying half on top of Harry as their mouths stayed meshed together while they kissed. Harry's arms were loosely wrapped around Draco and the Gryffindor wiggled so they were rubbing their erections together in a way that was absolute perfection. Harry pulled back and though his lips were still parted from the kiss his eyes were smiling and Draco suddenly realized that Harry trusted him. And that he'd do anything to keep that trust. "Pretty, pretty Gryffindor." He whispered, just because he could and Harry blushed a little and the compliment.
The slender blonde felt a surge of emotion and pulled back to feather Harry's face with light kisses, just because he could. Feeling whimsical, he placed a little kiss right on the tip of the other boy's nose and smiled at Harry's bemusement. "Well, you're in a good mood."
The Slytherin moved his hips in a little circle, bumping Harry's cock with his own in an oddly friendly manner. "Any reason why I shouldn't be? I'm so going to fuck you." He laughed delightedly at the thought, nuzzling Harry's neck reverently.
"Does it… does it hurt?" Harry asked, trying for an offhand tone, but he ended up sounding a little hesitant.
Draco tamped down his elation, smiling at the other boy reassuringly. "No. I mean, at first it twinges a little, but as long as you're relaxed it's great." He rubbed Harry's back soothingly, stroking the soft skin. "I'll go slow, I promise."
"Yeah, okay." Harry nodded, taking a deep breath to fortify himself. "Can we just sort of get to it? I mean, foreplay's nice and all, but all this waiting is making me more nervous."
The Slytherin rummaged in the bedside table and found the oil quickly. He pushed Harry down flat on the bed and slipped between the dark haired boy's legs. Still smiling at Harry reassuringly, he poured a little out to coat his fingers with and set the bottle aside. "You know I usually do this when I jerk off right? So it can't be too bad."
The Gryffindor seemed to relax a little and his smile was positively mischievous. "Maybe you're just a freak, hmm?"
Draco smirked and let his fingers brush against Harry's entrance, just letting them rub lightly without penetrating. "Maybe. But you're the one in a relationship with me, so what does that say about you?"
"That I've got bad taste?" Harry said, his voice going up an octave on the last syllable when Draco slipped a finger inside him.
"Weasley might agree, but in my opinion it means you've got exquisite taste."
Harry shifted his hips and made a face. "Okay, rule number one. Don't talk about Ron while you've got your finger up my arse. It's just. Wrong."
"Duly noted." The blonde snickered, adding another finger and gently probing Harry as he talked. The familiar banter seemed to relax him so Draco obliged, offering the other boy something to concentrate on beyond what he was doing to his arse. "Mmm. You feel nice. Warm and tight. Can't wait to be inside you."
Harry's breath hitched a little and he licked his lips. "You're such a pervert. Oh!" He said in surprise, lifting his hips. "Do that again!" Draco twisted his fingers, pressing firmly against Harry's prostate.
"Demanding, aren't you? And you call me a pervert."
"Just - oh. Don't stop!"
The Slytherin was grinning from ear to ear, listening to the other boy's pleas as he prepared him. And yes, it wasn't very nice of him, but he felt a little thrill at the thought of taking the Boy Who Lived. All that power, all that heroic righteousness was being blown away by passion. It was enough to make him rub himself unthinkingly against Harry's calf. "Do you want me Harry?"
"God, yes." Harry panted out, his hair even more tousled than usual. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes bright with lust.
"Say it." Draco ordered him, slipping another finger inside him. The Gryffindor made a little choked noise and raised his hips even higher, almost begging for it with his body language.
"Please, I want you Draco!"
The blonde's breathing was ragged and he had to force himself to stay in control when he coating his length in the oil. Then he was pushing Harry's legs open and wrapping them around his waist, pushing forward. It would have been easier to take him from behind, but Draco had no doubts that the other boy wanted to be able to look into his face while they had sex. He had to go slowly, sliding inside in tiny increments until his erection was all the way inside. It was maddening forcing himself to be so patient, but at the same time utterly satisfying to be doing it at all.
"Alright, Harry?" He asked, almost overcome at the sensation of being inside Harry. He couldn't get any closer to the other boy than this and the thought was so enticing it took every bit of his self control not to start mindlessly thrusting inside the Gryffindor. Merlin, he was perfect and he was all Draco's. It really didn't get any better than this, that he was sure of.
"Yeah. Just - wait a second." Harry's voice was strained and they stayed frozen for a long moment as the dark haired boy adjusted to this new situation. "Okay. Okay, I'm good." Draco closed his eyes for a moment to savor the sensation and then he moved his hips experimentally, thrusting in and out of Harry slowly.
Draco lowered himself so he was supporting his weight on his hands and began to fuck in earnerst, judging which angle, speed, and depth was best by Harry's reactions. The Gryffindor was beautifully responsive, arching up to meet his every thrust. It was intense and wonderful, being inside Harry like that and wringing moans from him with each movement. The Gryffindor had thrown his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his neck and Draco dipped his head down to lap deftly at it. Harry's moan of delight vibrated against his lips and the Slytherin couldn't help but smile at the sensation.
"Mmm. Like that? How about this?" Draco asked, thrusting inside the other boy a bit faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin as well as their mingled panting filled the room.
"Just - god. Harder!" The Slytherin complied, pushing his hips forward with more force.
"Better?" He asked breathlessly.
Harry made a little sound of agreement and began to rub his erection against Draco's taut stomach, smearing precum on the Slytherin. Draco didn't mind and in fact found it quite arousing having proof that Harry wanted him too. "Okay?" Draco asked, fucking the other boy with long, hard strokes at a fairly fast pace. The Gryffindor's thighs were clamped around his hips and he kept digging his heels into the back of Draco's thighs eagerly.
"God, yes!" Draco bit down lightly on Harry's throat and continued pumping himself in and out of the other boy. Harry made a choked sound and his muscles tightened up, even the internal ones. Having his cock gripped so tightly made Draco come almost immediately and they shuddered together, reaching orgasm simultaneously. Draco kept thrusting until his erection was almost completely gone and then he slid out of the other boy. The Gryffindor shivered when he withdrew. "That feels really weird."
"Yeah, I know." Draco finally managed to mumble, dropping down next to Harry. He gestured to Harry and the Gryffindor snuggled closer right away, resting his ear against Draco's chest so he could presumably hear his heart beating rapidly. The blonde sighed in satisfaction and ruffled the other boy's hair affectionately, which made the Gryffindor grin. "D'you like it?"
"It was nice." Harry finally admitted. "Feels… strange afterwards, though. I'm all - wet."
"Hold on." Draco said, scrabbling for his dirty nighshirt which he had left near the bed that morning in a show of laziness. "Here." He hastily cleaned them both off and tossed the shirt back to the floor. Harry laughed against Draco's chest, his mirth a bit muffled against the other boy's skin. "What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking it's a good thing Aunt Petunia makes me do my own laundry. I wouldn't want her to find that."
Draco smiled slightly at the thought and contented himself with stroking the smooth skin of Harry's back. "I guess not. But it's not like she doesn't know about us." He uttered the last words absently, too busy focusing on the smooth texture of the skin beneath his hand. Harry stiffened in shock, even going so far as to hold his breath.
"What?"
"What?"
"What did you just say?" The Gryffindor asked again, sitting up to stare at Draco incredulously.
"I said what."
"Before that. You said she knows about us!" Harry said agitatedly, blinking rapidly and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
Draco leaned forward and kissed him softly, with just a touch of tongue before sinking back down. "Yeah. She sort of um. Walked into the room early this morning and saw us naked in bed. Together. Which was sort of self-explanatory as far as outing you goes."
"Fuck! She'll tell Uncle Vernon!"
"Maybe. I doubt it though." Harry eyed his lover suspiciously.
"What did you do?"
The Slytherin affected an angelic expression. "Do? Whatever makes you think I did something Harry?"
"Well, for one you're trying to look innocent, which, let me tell you, is fairly disturbing on your face. So what did you do, Draco?"
Draco shifted uncomfortably under the other boy's piercing gaze. "Isortofmaybethreatenedher." Draco mumbled out hurriedly all on one breath.
"Threatened her? Now she's definitely going to tell Uncle Vernon." The Gryffindor sighed, letting his head land back on Draco's chest heavily.
"Oomph." Draco exclaimed as the sudden weight pinned him to the bed. "So, what's the big deal? He'll huff and puff a bit and let us be. He can't throw us out. I'll just hex him if he tries."
"I guess." The Gryffindor conceded doubtfully. "Maybe their ship will sink and then we won't have to worry about it."
Draco snickered. "Is the Great Harry Potter wishing someone dead? Shame on you!" Harry reached over and snagged the other pillow, flopping it so it hit Draco on the head lightly. The Slytherin grabbed it up and tossed it across the room. "And now you're abusing me! You great brute!"
"Oh, yeah? That wasn't abuse. This is abuse, you little prat!" Draco scrambled away from the other boy's tickling fingers, giggling despite himself.
"Harry! Stop - Oh, Merlin - stop it! Hee hee!" The Slytherin managed to gasp between helpless bouts of laughter. He twisted around and began to launch a counter attack, running his fingers over Harry's bare ribs and sending the other boy into paroxysms of laughter.
"Dra-Draco! Knock it off!" They collapsed breathlessly against each other, both boys willing to admit it was a draw. Harry snorted to himself and cuddled up against Draco, spooning behind him. "You sound like a girl when you laugh."
The Slytherin elbowed him. "Shut up. You sound like a hyena."
"Better than sounding like a little girl." Came Harry's smug voice.
"Watch it, Potter, or you may never get near my delectable arse again." He threatened, loving the fact that they could banter so easily with each other. It was a throwback to their old rivalry, but now instead of vitriolic insults their barbs were gentle and meant only to poke fun, not to harm. There were worse ways to while away the hours. And time spent with Harry was always time well spent.
Harry chuckled, nuzzling against the nape of Draco's neck warmly. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry."
"And?" Draco questioned imperiously, wiggling his bottom a little for that bit of added enticement.
"You don't sound like a little girl." Harry admitted and Draco could hear the smile in his voice.
"Hmph. Glad to know you've some sense."
"Yeah." There was a thoughtful pause and the Slytherin leaned back into the other boy's arms, absolutely content to be exactly where he was. "You really think their ship will go down?" Harry asked curiously, propping his chin up on Draco's shoulder.
Draco shrugged. "We can always hope."
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