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Warning: sexual content

Chapter 2-To Want

Draco stared as Harry sipped his coffee, fingers wrapped tight around the Styrofoam cup as if he looked out the window. He couldn't understand why Harry was so resistant to the idea of going on a date. Why he had looked at Draco like he was crazy when he'd paid for both of their drinks. Still, at least he didn't pull away when Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's, squeezing gently across the table.

"I didn't know you liked cinnamon," Draco said, nodding down to Harry's drink. He frowned, turning to look at Draco with those green eyes of his.

"I just ordered," he muttered. "It's fine."

"What do you mean, you just ordered?"

"Believe it or not, but I've not had much occasion to run around ordering sweats," Harry answered, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling and holding them there—as if Draco was the one being completely absurd.

"So, you've never just eaten a bunch of candy just cause?"

"No. Growing up, I wasn't allowed, and with Severus, it just… never came up."

"Alright, come on," Draco said, standing. He pulled Harry by his hand, waiting until he stood, that tilted head frown of confusion on his face as he stared at Draco as if he was crazy.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"We're getting candy," Draco said, pulling Harry after him as they left the store; their coffees left on the table. Honeydukes was right across the street from the coffee shop, the snow already starting to fall heavier around them. It was late afternoon by then, and Draco knew they'd have to start heading back soon—before Severus and Lucius panicked. Still, they had time.

He pushed open the doors to Honeydukes, Harry in front of him so he could get the full picture the store presented. And Harry blinked sharply at the rows upon rows of candy, turning his head before tilting it up and back toward Draco, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't need-," Harry started.

"It's not about what you need," Draco answered, moving them further into the store.

"But-."

"We're not leaving until you pick at least ten things you want to try," Draco insisted. Harry continued to stare at him as if he'd lost his mind for another second before turning back toward the store with a put upon expression. As if shopping for candy was a chore he never thought he'd be doing.

Lucius watched as Draco and Harry apparated back with the sun rising behind them. He kept himself from frowning over at them; there was no possible way that visiting Malfoy Manor had taken all day. Unless they'd-

He shook his head, focusing back on Harry and Draco as they approached. He was no about to think about what Harry and his son could have been doing in that big house. Alone and unsupervised.

"Where were you?" he asked, and Draco froze in his tracks, eyes wide. Lucius doesn't miss the way he almost inched his way to hide behind Harry—as if Lucius wouldn't just chew the both of them out.

"Buying candy," Harry told him. Completely unrepentant. The brat. So obviously raised by Severus. Lucius would havepinched the bridge of his nose if he didn't know it would have given Harry the satisfaction of feeling like he'd won.

"Get inside," he snapped, watching with some satisfaction as Draco ducked his head and scrambled passed. At least, he still had some parental authority, even if Harry just smirked at him, having to be pulled along by Draco as if he would have stayed out all night just to spite being ordered around. "And don't think about doing something like that again!" he called after them.

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose once they disappeared inside the oak doors of the front hall. Honestly, he had no idea how Severus had ever managed to get the brat to do anything. It was as if he had a natural inclination to misbehave. He glanced up the steps, smiling slightly as he saw a light that had to be Draco and Harry pass by one of the windows.

It didn't take him long to reach his private room after that, the night air cold around him as his portrait swung open. Severus was perched in front of the fire, a pile of parchment in his lap. A quill in his hand, hovering in the air with one drop splashing across the already ink covered page in front of him.

"Severus?" Lucius said, sitting across from him as Severus blinked, startling out of whatever he'd been thinking of.

"Harry and Draco back?" Severus asked, setting his quill down in the inkwell on the side table.

"Finally," Lucius sighed. And it wasn't hard to notice that Severus still wasn't wearing his ring; it was still probably sitting on the desk in the headmaster's office—untouched. As if he hadn't said yes to Lucius. "They stopped by Honeydukes on the way, I think."

"I suppose it's a good thing there's no Dark Lord hunting them anymore," Severus rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't mean it's safe," Lucius answered. "Still plenty of Death Eaters and the Ministry."

"Hmm," Severus said, and he was staring into the fire again, that unreadable look in his dark eyes. That look that Lucius had thought they'd gotten rid of after Voldemort had died. But ever since he'd proposed, it was like Severus had frozen.

It wasn't that anything was wrong. It wasn't that Severus was even pushing him away or not talking to him or anything the like. It was just that there was obviously something Severus hadn't liked about his proposal.

"Severus," Lucius said as he crossed the room. Severus looked up at him, his hair greasy and thin as it rested across his face, and Lucius perched on the arm of his chair, pulling the parchment from Severus' lap as he did. He leaned down, the braid falling across his shoulder as he pressed his lips against Severus'. Once, twice, three times.

"Stop thinking so hard," he muttered against Severus' lips. "It makes you look unattractive."

And there was no mistaking the half smile against his lips as Severus reached for him, Severus' hands pressing against thighs, against his back as Severus pulled him flush, aligning their bodies easily. Lucius tucked his head against the crook of Severus neck, breaking the kiss, his hands moving to unbutton Severus' robes.

Lucius gasped as Severus' nails raked across his sternum as he undid the buttons, and the next second, his own robes were being shoved off his shoulders, Severus' mouth following the line of his neck. Severus pushed him back, Lucius' arms tight around him as he was laid across the floor. Severus robes were already half undone as he yanked them and his undershirt over his head, leaving him in only his pants over Lucius.

And Lucius couldn't help reaching out for him, laying his palm against the flat of Severus' stomach, running it up before resting just next to his nipple. Lucius loved the way Severus bit his lip when he pinched it, when he twisted it in his hand. He loved the way Severus was suddenly bent over his again, their teeth clashing together, dark hair hanging over his face, dark eyes alight with passion and fire.

Severus reached down between them, his fingers that were usually so sure fumbling with his pants. And Lucius took the opportunity to drag the rest of his own clothes off, grasping Severus by the shoulders when his pants were still around his ankles and flipping them over until he was the one on top, straddling Severus.

Severus stared up at him, hair fanned out around him as he lay. And they lunged toward each other, mouths colliding, skin sticking together, and they groaned into each other's mouths as their erections connected. Lucius reached out blindly, his fingers just wrapping around his wand as he cast the lubrication charm.

In all honestly, Lucius probably went too fast as he prepared Severus. Severus squirmed under him, his hands yanking Lucius long blonde hair until he could feel it tangling over his shoulder. But it didn't exactly matter when Severus was shoving down against him, his lips pressed to Lucius' sternum with a whispered murmur of being ready.

He pressed into Severus slowly, groaning at the tightness wrapping around him, at the feeling of Severus' legs clutching at his back, at the feel of Severus' hands pulling his hair so hard it was starting to hurt. And Merlin, it felt so good. They went punishingly fast as if they hadn't done so in a lifetime. It wasn't true. They'd had sex two days ago. It just felt like a lifetime what with Severus freezing him out. Still, he didn't bother to slow down as they continued. It had never been their way to speak soft words between gentle caresses.

And when he finished, he clutched at Severus with all he had, and he willed him to understand that it didn't matter whether Severus was ready to be married or not. As much as Lucius wanted to, as much as he wanted to climb into bed with Severus and know no one could possibly have a claim on either of them, he would still love Severus even if he wasn't ready for the same.

Even if neither of them knew how to say the words out loud.

Draco stumbled into Harry's room, lugging Harry in behind him and trying desperately to stifle his laughter. It shouldn't have been funny—the way Harry was able to push Lucius' buttons. The way Harry was able to look Lucius in the eye with that defiant edge in his voice.

But Merlin, when his father had shouted after them, and Draco could just tell that he was on the verge of banging his head against something, Draco couldn't stop himself from laughing.

Harry shook his head, staring at Draco as if he'd lost his mind, dark hair falling over his glasses. He was still holding the Honeydukes bag as the portrait swung shut behind him. And Draco couldn't help but laugh again at the memory of the way Lucius had stared when Harry had told him they were late because they'd been buying candy.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked finally, and he sounded genuinely concerned. Draco nodded slowly, stepping forward to put hands on his shoulders, his nose an inch from Harry's.

"I just love you," he said.

"And that's funny?" Harry answered, sounding skeptical.

"Not in the slightest," Draco smiled, kissing Harry lightly, slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away. Then he took the bag out of Harry's hands and moved to the couch near the fire. "Now let's try some candy."

It had been a struggle to get Harry to pick ten pieces of candy. He'd had to suggest something more than once, and they'd been there for more than an hour, when Harry had finally looked at him—only four pieces in his bag—his green eyes wide and uncertain, and Draco had taken pity on him. He'd asked what flavors Harry liked, what textures, leading him around the store based on his answer. It had still been painful, but it had been good—for both of them.

It was eye-opening for Draco. Saddening. He'd known. Sure, he'd known Harry didn't think about himself the way everyone else did, but he'd never thought that Harry didn't actually know how to walk through a store and look at something and think of what he wanted. It made Draco sick, deep in his stomach, that no one had ever taught Harry to think of himself—that Harry thought there was nothing wrong with having no idea what he liked.

He sat across from Harry, pulling the first sweet out of his bag and presenting it to him. It was a chocolate and caramel square thing that Draco had suggested, and Harry was staring at it like he was afraid it might bite him.

"Come on," Draco said. "You never know if you don't try it."

Harry shifted his eyes from the candy to Draco. Though in all honesty, Draco was much more likely to bite. He did take the candy from him though, putting it into his mouth with a delicacy Draco had hardly seen from him before and chewing slowly before swallowing.

"So?" Draco asked when it was clear Harry wasn't going to say anything without prompting.

"It's sweet," he said.

"It's supposed to be," Draco answered, pulling another caramel candy out and putting it in his mouth before offering the box to Harry, who dutifully took another. Well, it must not have been awful then.

it was fascinating the types of candy he liked, and the ones he blatantly spit out. They soon discovered he actually liked the syrupy flavors, leaving Draco wondering how he would feel about something like Treacle Tart or Cheesecake.

They kept at it for a long time. Probably too long if Draco was being honestly. Long enough that he could tell Harry had gotten a sugar high from the candy and was starting to crash. An hours later, found him leaning against Draco, his head resting on Draco's shoulder, his right hand running up Draco's thigh, light, teasing, easy.

"We should probably go to bed," Draco told him, pressing his lips together to keep himself from laughing. If he hadn't known better, he would have said Harry was trying to tickle him, the way he was running his finger up the side of his leg.

"I don't want to," Harry answered, and suddenly his hand pressed harder, digging into Draco's leg until Draco let out a shriek of laughter. He tried to scramble away, but Harry was suddenly there half-laying on top of him with his fingers dancing along Draco's sides as he tickled him.

And Draco couldn't decide if Harry was never allowed to have sugar again or if he had to have it every day from then on.

"Stop!" Draco shouted; he was almost embarrassed with how high his voice pitched. "Stop! Stop!"

Harry laughed over him one more time—clear and loud and echoing, a sound Draco really had heard enough of—before he leaned back, laying his head against the couch cushions as he stared down at Draco with bright green eyes.

"My stomach is really starting to hurt," he told Draco, still smiling slightly.

"Yeah," Draco shrugged. "That happens."

"Probably why they tell you not to eat so much candy," Harry answered, and Draco couldn't help staring at him.

"You're in a good mood," he said. He didn't really know why it surprised him so much. It wasn't that Harry was never in a good mood, it was just that Harry was never in a good mood like this, smiling and laughing and joking and looking at Draco as if he was everything.

"No one's ever really done something like this for me before," Harry told him. He leaned down, fitting his body to Draco's and resting his head on his shoulder, relaxed, easy. "It's nice."

"I'm glad," Draco answered, his hand automatically raising to run through the hair on the back of Harry's head.