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. No, really. Please, please read that first. As for this chapter, Draco talks in his sleep, which is mentioned in the first fic. This chapter is fairly explicit so don't read it if you don't like that sort of thing.
Warnings for this chapter: Language. Smut. Fluff.
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.
The summer days slipped away quietly, fading into each other so seamlessly Draco could barely tell one day from the next. He mostly spent time in in his laboratory working on his various experiments or with Harry roaming the hills and flying. It was peaceful and serene, an ideal summer that Draco knew he'd always remember. The Gryffindor had gotten him a lovely black dragonhide jacket that he adored and, in turn, Draco was making plans to get Harry a birthday present he knew the other boy would love.
Lupin had written to Lily Potter's school chum and discovered that her journals had been accidentally pawned along with her other school books in Dedalus Diggle's second-hand shop in Kent. Remus had arranged for them to visit the shop and Draco had managed to dig up Harry's mum's third, fifth, and sixth year diaries. Diggle himself had directed them to another small shop down the road where the second and seventh year journals could be found. The first one had either been sold, lost, or hadn't existed at all, but Draco had been more than satisfied with finding six out of seven.
He'd wrapped them up in gold paper and bright silk crimson ribbon that ended in a huge bow in one corner. For Harry's belated birthday, they were going to the Burrow, where they'd be staying for one week. They'd been unable to celebrate Harry's birthday at the Dursleys and so Sirius had insisted that Harry wait until he could be with his family and friends. The Weasleys had immediately volunteered to host the party. Draco was absolutely dreading it, but his lover was looking forward to it so much that he didn't have the heart to sulk about it.
Remus and Sirius were kind enough to hide the journals in their closet along with their own presents for the Boy Who Lived. Harry knew exactly where his gifts were, but he didn't try to sneak a peek at them. He almost seemed to savor the anticipation. The night before they were scheduled to arrive at the Weasleys Harry was so excited he could barely sit still.
"I've never had a real party before. D'you think there'll be cake?"
Draco looked up from where he was stretched out the top bunk bed and smiled indulgently at his Gryffindor. "Yes, Harry. I'm sure there'll be cake. Ice Cream too."
"Wow. This is going to be great!" Harry's eyes were brighter than usual and if his grin got any wider Draco suspected his face would split in half.
The Slytherin let his cheek rest against the cool sheets, his pale hair falling artfully into his eyes. "Mmm." There was only so much enthusiasm he could take at once and Harry had been like that for most of the week, getting more and more wound up as the big day neared. Draco was anticipating it too, but for entirely different reasons. He'd been half-hard for the past two hours, hoping against hope Harry would just cut to the chase already. Finally, he gave up and decided if it was going to be mentioned at all, he'd have to be the one to do it. "So, Harry. You do recall the your promise of bribery don't you?"
Harry sat up in the desk chair, blinking a little. "You mean so you won't be awful to Ron and everyone else at the party?"
"Exactly." Draco agreed. "I've got a list. In the drawer by your elbow."
Ducking his head of impossibly messy hair, Harry turned his attention to the desk drawer and rummaged around in it briefly. He pushed his glasses up and scanned it quickly, blushing slightly as he read over it.
"Oh. Er. You want me to. Um. Spank you?" Harry was blushing, but if the tent in his pants was anything to go by he wasn't completely averse to the idea.
Draco grinned impishly. "Just to see if I like it."
"And then a full body massage. That sounds nice." Harry kept ready, biting his lower lip. "Oh. I don't - er. What's this one?"
"What's what one?" Draco asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"The rim job. What is that?" The other boy said, looking up curiously and a little embarrassed at his own ignorance. The Slytherin thought it was cute. Harry's fly away hair and flushed cheeks made him absolutely adorable in Draco's opinion. "I don't think I've heard of it before."
Draco had to smirk at that. "Poor innocent Gryffindor, hm?" Finally, he took pity on Harry and decided to fill him in. "Well, have you ever heard the term ass-licker?"
"Yeah, a few times. Seamus even called me that once."
"Well, this is the literal interpertation." Harry could only stare, shocked into silence.
Soon enough his nose wrinkled up with distaste and he managed to reply. "Are you sure…? I mean, I know some people are into some really weird things, but that doesn't sound very sexy." Draco shrugged and gave him a stubborn look.
"You said anything. And I just bathed so it isn't unhygienic."
"Right, right. And then you want to be fucked."
"Followed by some cuddling." Draco added, just daring the other boy to make a comment about his masculinity. However, since Harry himself was a die-hard cuddler, no comments were forthcoming.
The Gryffindor took a deep breath, as if trying to fortify himself. "Okay. I'll lock the door and you get undressed and I'll try the… spanking thing. I don't know if I'll be very good at it. I'll feel really silly."
"Don't be such a prat." Draco said fondly, pulling his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his pants. It took only moments for him to undress and climb off the top bunk and then he was standing naked, watching Harry finish up the locking charm and walking over towards him. "I just want to try this to see what it's like. I saw it in a magazine once and it looked really hot."
Harry pulled out the desk chair with a doubtful look at the other boy before sitting down. "Alright. I guess you should get on my lap then, if that's okay?"
"You could be a bit more forceful than that, Harry." Draco complained as he draped himself over the other boy's thighs. He wiggled a bit to get comfortable and yelped when the Gryffindor's hand lashed out at his bare arse with a loud smack, though it barely stung at all. "Hey! Some warning would be nice!"
"I thought you wanted me to be forceful?" The Gryffindor said cheekily. Smack, smack, smack. The Slytherin wiggled again, this time from arousal, rubbing himself off on Harry's denim-clad thighs. The friction against his cock was just lovely and Harry was peppering blows lightly across the other boy's pale thighs and buttocks. Maybe just to get Draco used to it or maybe because he couldn't bring himself to really put much strength behind his slaps.
"Harry." Draco whined, raising his arse up and tucking his face against his arm. "Harder!"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Then I'll just tease the Mudblood and the Weasel at your party. I'll make fun of their tatty clothes and the Weasel's fat mum." Draco's voice rose sharply when Harry landed a solid blow right on his pert bum.
Smack. Smack. Thwack. "Fine. See how you like it." Draco should have felt stupid, bent over the Boy Who Lived's lap like some little misbehaving child, but he didn't. He felt hot and dirty in the good way, rocking into the blows while he smeared pre-cum all over his stomach and Harry's legs. His breathing was short and loud in his own ears and the spankings sort of stung, but they were the perfect counterpoint to the pleasure. And Harry seemed to like it too, or at least he liked how much Draco liked it, because his erection was a solid lump against the other boy's hip.
"Harry! Harry, just like - oh! That! Please, just-" And Draco was gasping and moaning, and each smack hurt a little more, but it hurt in such a nice way and then Draco was coming, spilling all over Harry's trousers and the chair and himself and it was all he could do to keep himself from falling off the other boy's lap. He slumped down, trying to catch his breath, while Harry drew his fingers ever so lightly over Draco's pink, tender bottom. The gentle, tickling sensation was nice and Draco sighed, satisfied at this new experiment.
"Not too bad, then?"
"Not too bad." Draco echoed, sliding off the other boy's lap and standing up. A careful step revealed that while he was a bit sore, it wasn't anything that would bother him. "Bloody fantastic actually, though I don't think I'll be asking for it again anytime soon."
Harry flexed his hand briefly, examining the sore skin of his palm. "The massage is next, right?"
Draco nodded and made his way to the bed. He'd already brewed up his own oil for the occasion, one that would be exceptionally soothing, and it had been sitting in the nightstand waiting to be used for over a week. "Here. You can use this." He found the heavy glass container with its old fashioned stopper and put it right in easy reach before collapsing onto the bed. Some squirming and he was on his stomach, waiting eagerly for his massage.
"Okay. Is it okay if get undressed? I don't want any of that on my clothes."
"Be my guest." There was the sound his clothes being discarded and his spectacles being set carefully on the nightstand. Draco shifted impatiently as he waited for his lover to finish up. Then Harry was finally crawling into the bottom bunk bed with him, arranging himself so he was sitting on the back of Draco's thighs. He poured the oil out carelessly on Draco's skin, mindless of the sheets, and set the bottle down.
Harry's hands were incredibly strong and his fingers were quite clever and Draco practically melted into the bed as the Gryffindor began to knead his back muscles. The dark haired boy was careful to rub down every inch of him, working the oil into his skin even on his hands and feet. It felt wonderfully relaxing, though when Harry's hands reached his inner thighs it became more arousing than anything. His arms, his calves, his stomach; they were all carefully massaged with surprising skill. Apparently, Draco had stumbled on another one of Harry's natural talents.
Harry seemed to have quite a lot of those.
When the Gryffindor started kneading the firm cheeks of his arse, Draco's legs automatically fell open, spreading for the other boy's convenience. He was still sensitive from the spanking, but somehow the tender skin only made Harry's hands on him feel that much nicer. "You might… mmm. Want to move on to the next item on the list. Feels good though." Draco said sleepily, smiling when Harry's thumb dipped in to tease at his entrance.
"Okay. I can do this. Right." Harry said to himself nervously. Draco closed his eyes and tensed as he felt soft puffs of breath against his ass. The other boy tentatively licked at his entrance and Draco buried his face into the pillow, raising his hips for more contact.
It was wet and warm, sort of teasing light little strokes of the tongue that made Draco's balls ache. Eventually, Harry managed to overcome his hesitation and his tongue made broad swipes, sweeping back and forth in a tantalizing manner and swirling round and round. The Slytherin moaned, unable to do anything but take it.
Harry's hands starting kneading the cheeks of his arse again while his tongue went about its business, doing terribly wicked things to Draco that were stealing away all of his self-control. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from whimpering and when Harry's tongue wormed it's way inside him Draco actually cried out. His fingers were twisted tightly in the bed sheets and he kept his face buried in the pillow while Harry rimmed him enthusiastically.
The flutters and stabbing motions of his tongue made Draco's cock jolt time and time again and Harry's mouth opened him up bit by bit until Draco was thrashing under him, begging for more into the pillow. He'd known he was exceptionally sensitive there, but he hadn't realized how much until now, when Harry was milking him with that wonderful mouth of his, giving sucking little kisses to balls before he returned to slide his tongue back inside the other boy.
Time seemed to slow, like molasses; sticky and hot and oh so sweet. Draco found himself actually crying, the pleasure was that intense and even though his face was hidden from Harry the other boy knew all he needed to from the way Draco's body kept begging him for more silently. Hot tears wound their way down his face, but it was a good sort of crying, the kind that came from incredibly perfect sex. Pre-cum had leaked all over Draco's stomach and the bed, making arcing little patterns on the sheet to accompany the smears of oil from his massage. He'd been on edge for what seemed like forever, begging for release as Harry pushed him closer and closer to orgasm, but never quite nudging him over into the abyss. Several times Harry had tugged lightly on his balls to keep him from orgasm and Draco was almost insane with the need to simply come already.
He was whining now, a steady keen interspersed with whimpers and gasps. His knuckles ached fiercely from their tight hold on the bed sheets, but Draco hardly cared at all. Finally, Harry scraped his teeth over the clenching muscle of Draco's entrance, making him sob, and then just tongue fucked the other boy with strong, steady thrusts. The blonde twisted wildly, writhing uncontrollably, and came with a muffled scream, shuddering again and again.
His vision flickered black at the edges he came so hard and afterwards he could only lie there limply, completely drained.
"Draco? Draco!" The Gryffindor rolled him over and peered at him anxiously. "Are you alright?"
"Yhsssh. M'fine." Draco managed slur out. His face was flushed and his hair was sticking to his damp forehead and his tongue felt thick in his mouth. He didn't even know if he could move his limbs either. They felt terribly heavy. His eyelids were lowered and his lips were swollen and red from where he'd bitten them to quiet himself. No doubt he looked thoroughly shagged out.
"You sure you're okay?" Harry asked, more amused than concerned now that he'd seen how utterly debauched the other boy looked.
"Mmmhmmm." He murmured, his eyelids fluttered down sleepily. "Nap. Then more sex."
He fell asleep to the sound of Harry's grumbling. "I haven't even gotten to come once yet." Draco couldn't help but grin to himself and think payback's a bitch before he was slipping away into the depths of slumber.
He woke up fifteen minutes later, roused by Harry's insistent mouth sucking on his cock. "Hmmm?"
Harry propped his head up on Draco's thigh. "Wake up, sleepyhead. I get to fuck you now, remember?" The Gryffindor said cheerfully.
"Mmm." Draco slung a leg over Harry's shoulder and another one around his hip. "Go to town." And then he leaned his head back and closed his eyes again.
"Lying back and thinking of England, are you?" The dark haired boy teased.
"Mm. No. Just how fucking good you're going to feel inside me." Draco said in a low, lustful voice. The other boy made a low sound in his throat, a sure sign that he was incredibly turned on. The Slytherin waited while Harry got the oil and readied them both, though after the rim job Draco needed almost no preparation at all, but Harry was extra careful anyway. The Slytherin was more relaxed than he could ever recall being before. He felt positively boneless.
And then Harry was sliding inside him so easily, fitting inside Draco so perfectly it was like they'd both been made for each other. Draco let Harry take the lead, but still managed to push back into the other boy's thrusts while Harry held on to his hipbones, angling together so Harry's cock rubbed over his prostate. Draco's eyes almost rolled back in his head and he just let himself be fucked, pliable and so completely happy that he felt a swell of warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with lust or sex.
It felt so perfectly right and Draco opened his eyes to see Harry smiling down at him, those green eyes of his lingering on his face tenderly and the Slytherin smiled back, feeling that strange swell of warmth again. His chest almost ached from the force of emotion and another tear slipped down the side of his face, tracing a wet path to his ear.
Harry bent down, slowing his pace so Draco felt each inch of him every time he drove himself into the other boy's bodies, and their lips met in a soft caress of skin on skin. Draco let his tongue peek out and he traced Harry's bottom lip, pleased when Harry's tongue met his own. The Slytherin wasn't sure what kind of kiss it was, but the playful slide of tongue on tongue out in the open air was not only incredibly sexy, but sort of sweet too.
And then Harry's thrusts started becoming more erratic and his kiss turned hungry and he devoured the other boy's mouth as they fucked, hips battering away at Draco's sensitive arse and the Gryffindor tensed all over, gasping as he emptied himself into the other boy.
Harry let his head rest on Draco's breastbone, turning his head to place a soft kiss on his pale skin. "Sorry. Just a sec." And the Slytherin watched as Harry scooted down to swallow his erection, spearing him with three fingers and rubbing at his prostate mercilessly. Draco bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly, coming for the third time that night.
Draco held out one arm invitingly and Harry scrambled up to fit himself to Draco's side, tucking his head under the blonde's chin and tangling their legs together. Draco cradled him close, snuggling into the other boy's warmth. "Thank you, Harry. I promise to be perfectly cordial at your party tomorrow. I really did appreciate it." He added softly, ruffling Harry's messy head of black hair fondly just because he could. Harry's locks were thick and smooth, clinging to his fingers as he ran them through the other boy's hair.
"I know." Harry said into neck, tasting the salty skin almost absent-mindedly afterwards. "It was nice. Sleep now?"
"Sleep." Draco affirmed, closing his eyes and smiling to himself in a sort of silly way. Harry moved even closer to him, resting his head on Draco's chest, but he was already drifting off to sleep, lulled by Harry's warmth and the sound of his breath. Soon enough he was dead to the world, his mouth soft and his lips slightly parted as he breathed slowly.
"Love you, Draco." The Slytherin merely shifted a little when Harry pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, right under his collar bone. "I love you so much." Harry sighed.
Mmm. Good dreams. And Draco, still asleep, replied unconsciously with complete honesty, murmuring softly as he spoke. "Love you too, Harry."
To Be Continued…
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