"Marvalo," Harry called out into the silence of his office. The office looked empty as if he hadn't been there for hours.
On his desk were many notebooks piled in a haphazard fashion. He felt around for his magical signature and felt several signatures all at once.
There were people in the manor. Other than him, Marvalo had never used his personal manor as a headquarters. He had many properties that he could use so he had always had his manor as his own space.
Occasionally he let death eaters stay in the manor, mostly Bellatrix and the rest of the Lestranges since they were on the run.
Harry walked towards where he could feel Marvalos' signature.
Walking down the hall, the door with the signature led him to what he knew was a ballroom.
Pushing the doors open, he wasn't surprised when a spell was shot at him. He was rolling out of his spot, his back to the door.
"Show yourself now," Marvalo commanded in a powerful voice.
"It's me, for Merlin's sake," Harry yelled back, sort of terrified and sort of turned on.
"Hadrian?" The dark lord muttered as he walked out of the ballroom after commanding his followers to continue dueling.
Harry was out of the ballroom, and all he could do was stare at him. Harry looked like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were red-rimmed as if he had been crying often, and his lips were chewed through.
His hair was unusually messy, and Marvalo had the irrational urge to run his hand through it.
"Sorry," they both said together, and they stared at each other in confusion.
"Wh-what the hell are you sorry for, Marvalo?" Harry said, looking adorably confused, his head tilted to the side.
"You—I am the reason your father was injured," Marvalo said in a whispered tone. He still felt incredibly guilty about the fact that Harry's father had been hurt when the man was just a bystander. He was surprised that Harry wasn't cursing him already.
He was surprised when Harry began to laugh.
" I don't blame you for that," Harry said. "I don't think so, Marvalo. It was hardly your fault that my father was injured when he wasn't part of the battle," Harry said in response to his ridiculous look.
"I-truly?" Marvalo said he was bewildered by this change of events.
"Of course, you fool," Harry said, barely refraining from hugging Marvalo.
"Well, then why are you sorry?" Marvalo said trusting harry when he said that he did not blame Marvalo.
"For not contacting you for weeks, harry said utterly ashamed. He knew he had a lot on his plate, but he should not have disregarded Marvalo entirely.
"Harry, I do not blame you for that," Marvalo said, glancing at Harry worriedly.
"I'm sure you had a lot on your plate already, and I was waiting for news of your father's healing to apologize. I did not contact you either, "Marvalo said.
Harry stared at him for a moment before launching himself into Marvalos' arms. He tightened his arms around the man's neck as he squeezed harder pulling him as close as he could get.
"Are you busy right now?" Harry asked after a few moments of silence, motioning towards the door.
"I will never be too busy for you, minx."
He tightened his arms around the man further.
He stayed there for a while until he felt Marvalo move, and then the man lifted Harry into his arms. like he weighed nothing. It was so hot.
"Marvalo" Harry deadpanned.
"Yes, Harry ?" Marvalo replied with a straight face, but Harry noticed the corner of his lips twitching.
Harry smiled and curled further into Marvalos's arms, putting his head on the man's shoulder.
"Marvalo-I... I accept your courtship." Harry whispered, going bright red and causing Marvalo to pause in his steps.
"Harry" Marvalo breathed out.
" I'm not doing it as any sort of apology, this I swear to you. I would never use this as some sort of plot because it is very special to you and to me also, of course." Harry's tirade was interrupted by Marvalos's lips crashing into his.
They kissed, and it felt like the world was being born and ending simultaneously. It felt like if the world ended, then Harry would not have cared. Their lips were locked in a searing heat, which was all Harry could focus on. The hand holding onto his midsection moved to hold onto his neck as Harry wrapped his arms around Marvalos' neck.
Marvalo moved and then suddenly Harry was being pushed against the wall. Marvalo pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth, and Harry moaned at the sensation.
Marvalos was on his neck now, kissing and sucking and biting all at once. And all Harry can think about is Marvalo and his strong arms that can hold him up during all this and how hot that is also.
He knows he's making some sort of keening noises and letting out breathy moans, and he also knows that they are not too far from the training room where Marvalos's followers are right now.
"Ma-marvalo...unh...we oh my lord yes there, right there ... We need t-" Harry was attempting to say.
That was before Marvalo rolled his hips and all coherent thoughts left Harry's head. Pleasure jolted him in every pore as he was frantically trying to reach the friction again, but Marvalos's arm restricted Harry's hips from even moving.
He felt Marvalo grinning at his neck and gave him a whine of frustration. Almost as if to appease him, Marvalo rolled his hips once more and renewed his efforts to eat Harry's neck.
Harry's face was tense with the need to release. His body is taut with tension. But Marvalo seemed to be biding his time as he bit into a sensitive spot and Harry let out an obscene moan.
Which is when Rababstan Lestrange walked into the hall and screamed. Marvalo immediately let go of Harry's body as Harry landed on his feet and jerked his arm for his wand.
The picture they made was either quite foolish or extremely hot, and Harry was okay with that.
Harry's own hair was slicked with sweat, and his neck was covered in bruises and bite marks. His shirt was almost undone and his belt hanging open. His legs felt like jelly as he looked around, searching for the threat.
He glanced at Marvalo, whose hair was messy as Harry had been running his hands through it. His shirt was also somewhat unbuttoned and his posture was tight with tension as he too looked around.
After a few moments, they both glanced at the frozen form of Rababstan Lestrange questioningly.
"What the fuck man ?" Marvalo could not even get a word out before Harry said it.
"I—you—my lord," he says. Rabastan got out before his eyes went wide with shock and then he collapsed.
"Your followers are stupid," Harry said as he straightened up, buttoned his shirt, and fastened his belt.
He swore he heard Marvalo mutter 'cockblocker' under his breath as Harry laughed.
Harry fixed his pants subtly and ran his hands through his hair, coughing pointedly at Marvalo, who stood there staring at him.
"C'mere, you fool," Harry said as he stood on his toes to give Marvalo another kiss.
As Marvalo tried to deepen it, he pulled away slightly.
"I missed you so much, love," Harry said softly, his blushing face hidden in Marvalo's chest.
"I missed you too, my Minx," Marvalo whispered back as he wrapped his arm around Harry.