I can't believe I forgot all about this little story. I sincerely did not mean for it to go ignored for so long. Much has happened, both good and terrible, in my life since my last post. One of the good things is a self-published book called Brian and Carey. (a Y/A LGBTQ not based on any of my Drarry stories) Anyway, I've taken the time to write 2 more chapters of Auror on the Run to wrap it up. Thanks to Bukwurm16 for alerting me. I have a few things on AO3, but nothing that's not posted here. In the future, if I do write anymore Fanfiction, I'll post both places. Thanks again for putting up with me.
Harry and Draco arrived behind a pillar at King's Cross Station almost before Harry even realized they were disapparating from Malfoy Manor.
"Did you mean to bring us here?" he asked.
Still holding onto Harry's arm, Draco said, "I didn't even think. I just wanted to get us out of there."
"I'm not complaining." Harry grinned. "I suppose that means you were somewhat happy here with me, then?"
Draco nodded, but then his smile dropped. "Is that terrible of me? We were on the run from a killer, who murdered my father. But I was happy."
"You weren't happy about your father being murdered," Harry pointed out. "It wasn't the way I would have chosen to get to know you better, but I am glad for it. We both have a fair bit to feel guilty about."
"So now what?" Draco asked.
"Well, I asked you to supper. So I'm going to take you out. Would you like to go back to that restaurant you liked?"
"That Knook place?" Draco pursed his lips. "Wouldn't you rather go somewhere you're more comfortable? They don't even know how to spell Nook properly."
"It's just a gimmick to get people to remember the name. Besides, you told me they have the best ribeye. And don't you deserve the best?"
Draco took in a breath, about to speak, then smirked. "You're taking the piss."
"Actually . . ." Harry pulled him closer. "I do think you deserve the best. And I want to give it to you."
Blushing lightly, Draco asked, "Are you still talking about supper?"
"Yes. Come on." Harry paused. "But there is something I need to do first."
Draco didn't have time to ask what it was before Harry's mouth covered his own. They kissed, hard and fast at first, then slowed to tender pecks and nibbles. When they parted, Harry enjoyed the dazed look of contentment on Draco's face.
"I think I needed that as well." Draco smiled shyly, then reached for Harry's hand.
They made the short walk to the restaurant hand in hand, each grinning widely. As the restaurant came into view, Draco looked at Harry.
"You're not wearing a neck tie," Draco noted. "You're not even wearing a button-down shirt. Hold still."
Draco looked around to see if any Muggles were watching, then stealthily took out his wand. He transfigured Harry's t-shirt into a shirt and tie, and his casual coat into a blazer.
Harry glanced down. "Slytherin green?"
"I was trying to match your eyes. But nothing is quite that color, is it?" Draco said dreamily.
Sighing, Harry took back Draco's hand and led him inside the restaurant.
The host smiled. "Reservation?"
"Oh, I didn't make one," Harry said.
Looking at a paper in front of him, the host said, "Being a Tuesday, we're not terribly busy tonight. There are several tables open."
"Do you have anything somewhat private?"
"This way sirs."
They followed the host to a booth near the middle of the restaurant. It wasn't precisely private, but the back of the benches went all the way to the ceiling. Being enclosed on three sides was about as intimate as they were going to get. The host placed two menus on the table and bowed slightly.
They ordered the ribeye, which Draco said was not the best he'd ever had. However, it had been very good. Harry ordered the chocolate mousse and enjoyed every moment of Draco savoring it. It brought him joy to see Draco happy and relaxed.
As they strolled the street hand in hand, they held light conversation. Neither wanted to bring up Dawlish, Lucius' murder, or the uncertainty of what was going to happen next.
Harry smiled as the went past their hotel.
"I wonder if our room is still available."
"We're not in hiding anymore. Why would you want to stay in a hotel?" Draco asked, then paused. "Oh."
"I don't want to pressure you," Harry said. "But I do miss sleeping with you."
Draco's face flushed.
"It's all right if you're not ready to . . ." Harry stopped talking as he noticed Draco's blush burn brighter. "Come on, I have an idea."
Harry tugged Draco across the street toward the station.
"Why are we going there?"
"I'm curious. Aren't you curious? I've never been on the platform except September 1st."
"Not particularly," Draco grumbled.
They found the place between platform nine and platform ten. There were Muggles milling about waiting for the next train. Some were leaned against the wall.
"We can't get through with them standing there," Draco whispered.
"We'll wait. I'm sure it won't be long."
They sat on one end of a bench, taken up by a woman and her toddler on the other end. Harry watched the Muggles talking on mobile phones or laughing with their travel mates. It was nice to be simply a face in the crowd. He felt normal.
"What are they doing?" asked Draco. "I've seen a few Muggles holding those . . . things up to their ears."
"They're talking on telephones."
"Like the one at the hotel?" Draco furrowed his brow.
"Yes, but these are wireless. They can talk to each other over long distances," Harry explained. "Sort of like a floo network, except they use satellites in space and radio waves, so they can talk from anywhere."
"Oh, like the Wizarding Wireless?"
"Yeah, sort of. But they connect to a particular person. And only that person, or phone."
Draco watched, fascinated, for a time. "Do you have one?"
"No. I prefer to talk to people in person. I'll use the floo if I have to. Here comes the train."
For a brief moment, Harry wanted to board the train, just to give Draco a new and exciting experience. He thought better of it, though. Draco might need more preparation to try Muggle transportation. He was resistant to try it earlier.
With only a few Muggles remaining, Harry cast a Confundus Charm and pulled Draco through the wall.
Draco gasped. "It worked."
"Of course it worked." Harry laughed. "Did you really think you wouldn't be able to?"
Shrugging a shoulder, Draco said, "I didn't always have the best experiences on the train. I suppose part of me didn't want to be able to get through."
They walked a little way down, realizing that there really wasn't much to see without the train and all the families there to see their children off to Hogwarts. It was eerily quiet, and not at all nostalgic as Harry thought it would be.
"By the way," Draco began, "I'm sorry I broke your nose."
Harry's hand mindlessly traveled to his face. "I forgot about that. No real harm done." He stopped walking. "I'm sorry I used Snape's spell on you."
"If we're going to begin to apologize for every wrongdoing, we'll be here for days," Draco said. "Let's agree that we are both sorry for all the despicable things we did to each other at Hogwarts. And that we're both thankful for anything nice we've ever done."
"That seems to cover the lot," Harry said. "All right. Agreed. Let's only think about moving forward from now on."
Draco nodded. "But there is one more thing. I did request you to bring in my father."
"You said you didn't."
"I know. I didn't want to appear desperate."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Desperate for what?"
"To see you again. I thought that once you took my father into custody, I'd have a reason to contact you. And perhaps . . ."
"Perhaps?" Harry prodded. "Perhaps we'd form a friendship? More?" he asked, seeing Draco's guilty expression. "To be honest, that was why I accepted the assignment."
A small gasp escaped Draco's lips. "Really?"
"Really."
Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco. With no one there to observe them, he let his hands wander over what he could reach of Draco's body. Draco responded with small moans, clutching Harry's hair. Feeling himself harden, Harry ground against the man's hip. He could feel that Draco was aroused as well.
"I want you so badly," Harry groaned. He shoved Draco up against the wall.
"Harry . . . I–" Draco gently pushed him back.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Harry asked.
"No, not at all. It's just that . . ."
"You're not ready. You've told me that." Harry berated himself.
"It's not that. Well, it's not just that. There's etiquette. Propriety."
"Right." Harry nodded. "This is neither the time nor the place. I got carried away. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. We're different. We have different ideas on how to go about this."
"I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Hoping he hadn't completely cocked things up, Harry took Draco's hand to lead him back to the Muggle platform. They walked about another kilometer before finding a place from which to disapparate.
Harry left Draco at his gate with a kiss and a promise to get together the next day.
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Wednesday and Thursday found Harry and Draco together at Grimmauld Place. Harry had invited Draco for supper and drinks. And though Draco wasn't prepared to lose his virginity quite yet, he and Harry found other ways to satisfy their lust for one another.
Harry straddled Draco's lap, both cocks in hand. He wanted to kiss Draco while he stroked them off. But Draco wanted to watch. He'd never been in a position to wank with another man before Harry, and Harry couldn't deny him the pleasure.
As the tips of their cocks slowly poked through Harry's loose fist, he admitted it was an erotic sight. Harry's slightly smaller, darker head next to Draco's pink, perfect mushroom was better than any porn he'd ever seen. Draco's attempts to control his breathy moans drove Harry crazy with desire.
"Fuck." Draco licked his lips. He covered Harry's hand with his own, urging him to move faster. "I'm going to cum. Oh Harry."
Harry obliged.
Draco's head and hands fell back as he arched his back. "Yes. Fuck."
The skin on Draco's chest bloomed pink. His mouth hung open, as though he had forgotten how to speak or think. Or even breathe.
Harry's hand sped up even faster. He wanted them to cum together. Or as close to it as possible.
Suddenly, Draco lifted his head, his eyes trained on their cocks. He gasped, spurting all over his own chest. He gripped Harry's bicep hard. Harry leaned forward, shooting out his load to match Draco's, his cry of Draco's name accompanying it.
For long minutes after, they remained still, waning cocks still in Harry's hand.
Draco had never looked better, in Harry's opinion, than he did covered in congealing jizz.
"Better than it would have been in the train station." Harry laughed.
The blush traveled up to Draco's face. "But no more proper."
"Proper is for young ladies in Jane Austen novels."
Harry got up to retrieve his wand. He cast a quick Scourgify on them both, then handed Draco his clothing.
"Are you sorry we've done this?"
"No. Not sorry. I wanted to," Draco assured him. "You make me lose my head sometimes."
Harry pursed his lips. He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that.
"I promise. I did want to do that. You didn't force me in any way at all."
"All right. If you're certain."
Once they were dressed, Draco told Harry he needed to go back to the Manor. His mother would not appreciate him being out all hours of the evening.
Harry was glad he didn't have to answer to anyone regarding his comings and goings. No pun intended.
They agreed to meet the next day, Friday. Draco would owl Harry for supper.
After Draco left, Harry poured himself a glass of wine he had found in Sirius' cellar. It was a taste he'd have to grow to like. But it relaxed him before bed sometimes, when he would sit and watch the fire and listen to music on the wireless.
That night, however, he couldn't get the picture of Draco sprawled out beneath him in the throes of passion, cumming all over himself.
"Fuck it." Harry put down the glass, unzipped his trousers and wanked himself again.