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Drumming his fingers tiredly, Harry was counting down the minutes before he could escape his office. It seemed like the day was dragging on. His entire day had been spent in and out of meetings and it had seemed like every person he had met with today, couldn't keep their wits about them. They had seemed oddly distracted.
Harry was eager to get Teddy, get home and send a message to Draco. He was trying hard not to seem overly eager. He was sure the last thing the ex Slytherin wanted was him being annoyingly over bearing. It had been such a long time since this type of excitement had consumed him and he just didn't want it to end.
Harry looked up when his office door opened without a knock and Ron came in, limping lightly on his right leg, his Auror robes singed down the front. Harry noted there was a smudge of ash down his cheek and across his forehead. "Rough day in the field?"
Ron gave him a look that made Harry begin to snicker. "Laugh it up Harry. Illegal Dragon ring… let's just say I have a new found respect for Charlie's job. That was bloody awful. The new kid lost his hair, eye brows and even his eye lashes! Reminded me of our days in Hogwarts with Seamus."
Ron went to throw himself in the chair in front of Harrys desk only to pause, his head tilting curiously. "What's that?" Ron asked pointing at his best mate.
Harry looked at his robes confused, then down to his button up. "What? Did I get lunch on myself? I thought I was pretty careful." Harry started brushing at crumbs that he couldn't even see pushing back in his chair away from his desk.
"No… no that's not your lunch. Bloody hell mate… did you get attacked?" Ron came around the desk and yanked at Harrys work robes, causing an undignified squeak to come out of his mouth.
"What? What the heck are you doing Ron? Attacked? I don't even leave the building…" Harry felt Ron touch at his neck and suddenly his whole day made sense. Why everyone was double taking. Why everyone was giving him funny smiles. He had left the house in such a hurry that he had forgotten to heal all the love bites Draco had left him.
"Did you… Harry?! Did you finally meet that witch you had been talking to?" Ron let go of Harrys robe with a smirk. "Holy hell… was she a vampire? She really did a number on you." Ron let out a long whistle before letting himself sit down, laughing at Harrys distraught face.
Harry conjured a hand mirror and looked at his neck, eyes growing wide. Draco had did some damage on his tanned skin. A wide array of bruises went up behind his ear all the way down disappearing beneath the collar of his work shirt.
"Does that mean your perfect virtue is no longer intact?" Ron smirked leaning forward. "Come on, you have to give me some idea as to what happened." He pushed.
When Harry and Ginny had broken up, a drunken night had led them to talk about sex and Harry had confessed that he had never managed to lose his virginity to Ginny. Sure they had tried and well, Harry figured out quickly that he never wanted to be anywhere near a vagina again if he could help it. He just didn't share that part with Ron.
"Christ Ron, I didn't sleep with a stranger on the first night." Harry lied using his wand to heal the largest and most noticeable bruising first. "Just some snogging." Though his lie was only a partial lie. They hadn't fucked in the actual sense of the word. Got off together was more like it. Then they actually slept.
"Well that was one hell of a snogging session. So it clearly went well. Does this mean there will be a second date in the future?" Ron watched Harry banish the mirror, his neck looking normal again.
"Uh, yes. That is the plan. I'm suppose to figure out where we are going next and set it up." Harry looked over at his best friend, who looked genuinely happy for him.
"Good for you mate. Seriously. I know that… you always feel weird about dating because everyone thought you were going to marry Ginny… but I am glad you are moving on. You deserve to find yourself a piece of happiness like the rest of us." Ron offered him a smile. "And you don't have to be so tense about it. I'm happy to listen to anything you want to tell me."
Harry almost laughed at that. He would bet all the gold in his vault that there was no way in hell that Ron wanted to hear about his amazingly received blow job from their child hood bully. "How about we skip the details for today yeah? I appreciate your support though. I'm just taking things slow. I don't need the bloody papers getting wind and opening myself or Teddy up for the issues it may cause."
Harrys head turned quick when he heard his phone go off. Ron's eyes grew wide, "oh I bet that's her! She didn't get enough of you clearly. Listen, I'll leave you to it. I have to head down to the nurses station to get this burn taken care of." He said pointing to his right leg. That would explain the limp. "Hermione will have my head if I don't. I don't know if that woman is scarier as the Minister or as my other half. Either way, I don't want to get her going. Hey, before I forget. You and Teddy should come to ours for Dinner Wednesday. Hermione is making meatloaf."
Harry watched Ron stand, his fingers itching to reach for his phone. "Uh, sure. That should be fine."
Ron laughed, realizing Harry was now completely distracted. "Okay. See you later mate." He gave him a half wave, and limped out the door shutting it behind him.
Harry snatched his phone quickly, screen lighting up.
1 unread message
Once opened, Harrys stomach did a little flip.
Draco: All done with my appointments today. Tell me… is the Head Deputy swamped with work today? Did you clean your office by chance or does it still look like a wild animal ran through?
Harry: I can see that you are full of sunshine and rainbows today. My office was a mess that day because the damn computers were down. And I am always busy… Mostly
Draco: Defensive hm? No need to be. I was merely asking to see if you needed my services.
Harry: To clean my office?
Draco: No Harry… to make it a mess again. Dear Merlin are you always this slow on the up take?
Harry: I don't understand. You want to come make my office a mess?
Draco: I can see that I'm going to have to spell it out for you. I was asking you if I could stop in… and see you… maybe have repeat… on your desk
Harrys eyes went wide, a choking noise escaping his throat. Did Draco Malfoy just proposition him… and to do it at the ministry none the less.
Harry: You would want to do that?
Draco: Harry, I had your dick in my mouth less than 24 hours ago. I don't think there is any reason to be subtle or pretend we need to take things slow. I've known you for half your life and you mine. We have spent the last month talking about what we would do to each other if we could. Now we can. Unless you have changed your mind?
Harry: No… no I haven't changed my mind. It's just all new to me
Draco: And I offered to show you the ropes. So? Are you busy? I'm down with Luna in her office. I can swing by. Unless you are busy?
Harry: No. I mean Yes. I mean No I am not busy and yes swing by.
Draco: Perfect. See you in five.
Harry looked around his desk quickly tidying it up. He smoothed out his work robes and tried to calm his heart that was ready to hammer out his chest. This was dangerous. Inviting Draco up to his office. This was all happening so quickly.
But the man was right. They didn't need the slow grace period as they learned about each other. They already knew the best and worst of each other. There was no awkward stumbling stage of talking or figuring out if they could work out together. They could skip right to exploring each other in better ways. Ron was right, Harry deserved to be happy. And right now the idea of snogging Draco Malfoy in his office was tickling his fancy.
Harry heard the hard knock and swallowed thickly. "Come in."
He watched as the lithe blonde slipped inside closing the door behind him. He leaned against it, a trade mark Malfoy smirk tugging at his lips. Draco was dressed smart wearing charcoal black trousers and a deep purple button up. His hair was tied up in a neat bun. His grey eyes shining with a sinful look in them. Harry felt his breath hitch as their eyes met, he had been caught staring.
"Like what you see?" Draco asked almost playfully taking a few steps towards Harry then turning to look at the awards on the wall, faking interest in them.
"You already know I do. Do you really need me to say it?" Harry asked watching as Draco reached out, trailing long fingers down a gold frame, remembering exactly how those fingers felt on him last night.
"Humor me? I am a man who enjoys having his ego stroked, among other things." Draco glanced over to him a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth.
"You look… beautiful. Breath taking really. It's hard to believe I never really appreciated it before." Harry watched as the man came closer now standing along side of his desk. He ran his fingers along the corner, fingering a bit of Harrys stacked paper work.
"You think I'm beautiful?" Draco asked not taking his eyes off Harry for a second as he pushed the paper work to the side and slid himself to sit on the edge of the desk. "Show me?" He whispered crooking his finger in a come hither motion to draw Harry up and out of his chair.
Harry stood pushing his chair back harder than he meant to, it hitting the wall with a loud thud. He didn't care. All he cared about was putting his hands on Draco and devouring him whole. Is this how normal people felt? Was this what sex was suppose to feel like? All this excitement keeping all of his nerve endings on edge?
Harry stood between the blondes open legs, coming closer as he spread them wider in invitation. He ran a hand up Draco's arm, the silk shirt helping his hand glide easily. Harry toyed with his collar only a moment before trailing up the nape of Draco neck, cradling his head gently holding him in place as Harry dipped down brushing his lips against pale pink ones. He felt a sigh release against his own as their mouths moved together, quickly finding a rhythm that worked for the both of them.
Harry, while still a bit clumsy, felt their noses bump and brush a few times as the kissing became a bit more eager. He felt Draco's hands fist his robes in a desperate attempt to bring him closer. Harry used his second hand to cup Draco's face, his thumb brushing circles on his cheek.
Draco released Harrys robes, hands finding their way inside in search of skin. He tugged Harrys dress shirt of out of his slacks impatiently until it hung loose and he could slip a hand underneath feeling the taut muscles flex beneath his fingers. As one hand explored the other made quick work of the button and fly and he slid his hands inside his slacks and pants finding Harrys cock already rock hard.
"Draco." Harry groaned as he felt soft fingers wrap around him and start stroking at a quick pace. Draco nipped at his lower lip drawing out another soft moan.
Draco stroked, letting his hand squeeze just lightly every time it reached Harrys sensitive tip, his thumb gathering the pool of precum on each pass to help. Harry was coming undone quickly, legs trembling. He was holding onto Draco's hips, nails digging into his sensitive skin.
"Fuck, you are beautiful too. Just like this. Needy, thrusting into my hand. Are you going to come just like this? All over my hand? Come for me Harry. Show me how good I make you feel." Draco nipped and kissed at Harrys jaw line and over his adams apple as he tossed his head back, eyes falling closed.
Draco felt Harrys body tense and warm liquid coat his fingers as he continued to pump his hand until Harry rested against him a bit boneless. Thankfully the desk was holding most of the weight.
Draco with drew his hand and without missing a beat brought his fingers to his lips sucking each digit clean.
"That has to be the sexiest thing I have ever watched." Harry said voice cracking as Draco treated his fingers like a treat.
"Good. I'm glad." Draco leaned up capturing Harrys lips again as he drew his wand, muttering a cleaning spell when he pulled back for air. He helped Harry button back up and tucked his shirt back in, smoothing out the wrinkles. "Mmm I have to get back to Astoria. She will be wondering why my appointment with Luna is taking so long. Message me later? Maybe we can try out that video chat feature?" Draco sucked what was for certain a large bruise just under Harrys ear again. "I hate that you healed them… but I guess it gives me a clean canvas to leave more."
Draco pushed against Harry until the man backed up and he could slide off his desk. "See you later." Draco gave him a wink and strode out his office like nothing had just happened.
Harry glanced at the clock deciding that leaving thirty five minutes early today would be just fine. After what had just transpired there was no way in hell he was going to be able to focus now.
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Draco landed against the grass and patches of snow, his feet not quite quick enough as he tumbled off his broom and rolled to the side laughing. His hand was held out in the air in triumph.
"I knew I could beat you!" Draco let his arm drop along side of him as he heard Harry land close by, dropping his broom after what Draco could only imagine was a graceful landing.
Watching Harry on a broom was like watching an artist painting. Every movement was a perfected brush stroke with purpose. While individually beautiful, seeing the whole piece put together was utterly stunning. Harry flew like it was as easy as breathing. Draco watched as Harry had lost himself in the sky not caring who saw him so free and just able to be himself.
Harry stood over top of him looking down at the disheveled blonde, his hair having fallen out of his pony tail now splayed along side his head in almost a halo like fashion. "You cheated." Harry crossed his arms over his broad chest, trying not to smile. "You kissed me and then took off. Of course you beat me. I was too stunned to move."
"it's not cheating. I took advantage of your weakness for my lips. That's call strategy." Draco shrugged. He held out his other arm with the empty hand, "Help me up?"
Draco had closed up his studio for the afternoon and headed over to Harrys for some private flying. Harry had been able to add a small quidditch pitch off his garden with some complicated charms to keep the local muggles from stumbling upon them. Draco almost never skipped work on a Saturday, but the idea of getting back on a broom had sounded wonderful and Astoria had encouraged him eagerly.
So he finished an early morning session and let Astoria clean up and close the studio. He got dressed in a pair of old muggle jeans he had, a pair of trainers, his old quidditch jersey and a black hoodie. He apparated down the block from Harrys place and walked, letting the cold February nip at his nose.
When he arrived at Harrys door, he was dressed similarly, but in a maroon hoodie instead. The man had dragged him inside and kissed him breathless against the door once he got it shut. He could feel Harrys adrenaline pulsing at the idea that they were going to fly together once more.
Now looking up at Harry, his hair wind blown and cheeks red from the cold, he couldn't help but smile. He wiggled his fingers, putting on his best pout until Harry uncrossed his arms and clasped his hand to yank him up.
Once Draco was sure he had a good grip, he gave Harry a hard tug, causing him to lose his balance and land on top of Draco with a lack of grace.
Harry adjusted himself so he lay between Draco's legs, feeling the cold and wet snow seep through his jeans. This close to Draco's face, he could see that bits of snow had clung and froze to the ends of his eye lashes. Draco's cheeks and nose were a bright red and every time he let out a breath, he could see it hang in the air and mingle with his own.
Harry leaned down and pressed his chapped lips to Draco's, surprised that some how the other mans had stayed warm and soft. In the heavy air, he could take in Draco scent, vanilla clinging to his senses.
The kiss wasn't rushed and both men took their time letting their lips come together and pull back apart when air was needed. The snitch was laying beside them long forgotten.
When Harry felt Draco begin to shiver beneath him he pulled back eyeing the man. He then nosed at his neck playfully. "Mmm let's go inside and get warm. I'll make you some hot cocoa and I'll even rub your feet. We can watch a movie, and I'll even let you choose." He knew the blonde couldn't resist the idea of chocolate and pampering.
Two weeks had passed since their bowling date and so far everything had been going great. Harry had taken Draco to a muggle movie theater for their second date and he had loved every moment of it.
Draco had also stopped in Harrys office twice more for a quick snogging session and a toss off after meeting with Luna.
They had come back to Harrys a few nights, some of them spent just playing with Teddy. Draco would stay and help tuck Teddy in before heading home for the night. They had agreed to no sleep overs while Teddy was home.
Harry was super thankful that Draco was so understanding when it came to Teddy. Draco was so good with him, and it warmed Harry to his core. Draco was quickly becoming an important person in his life and in order for that to work… it had to work for Teddy.
Today was their first night alone since their last sleep over two weeks ago. Harry was nervous. Sexually their relationship hadn't progressed past what they had already done. Lots of touching mostly and Draco had reminded him of his mouth talent once more a few days ago in his office in a hurried session.
Harry was ready to return the favor. He wanted to show Draco how much he enjoyed their time together. He was worried that the blonde would grow tired of Harrys lack of experience and their lack of actual sex.
"Mmm Hot chocolate? Will you even put whip on it for me?" Draco asked as Harry pushed off the cold ground and stood up, helping Draco to his feet next. The boys gathered their brooms and the snitch heading back towards the house.
"Extra. With chocolate chips." Harry opened the back door and let Draco inside first. They stood their brooms against the wall and started undressing. They peeled away their wet clothes leaving them in a pile until they were both just in their pants.
"You go pick a movie and I'll get our drinks." Harry watched as Draco took a band from his wrist tying his hair back into a messy pony. He smiled and hurried to the sitting room to get the Telly set up. Draco had been surprisingly eager to learn how to use it and once he had figure it out, he was happy to show off his new skill.
Harry levitated the hot chocolate in and smiled as he saw Draco's movie pick. "Pretty Woman again?" Harry let the mugs sit down on the coffee table and he grabbed a throw blanket to keep them warm.
"It's so good. I can't help it. Besides. You told me I could pick." Draco flopped in a very un Malfoy like manor laying his legs across the love seat.
Harry rolled his eyes lifting Draco's legs and sitting down, letting the pale feet fall into his lap. He stretched out the blanket and took one of Draco's feet into his hands rubbing his thumbs down the bottom in slow circles. He heard Draco hum in appreciation and settle in comfortably in what felt like domestic bliss.
Two weeks and Harry felt like his life was finally starting to come together for him. Nothing could ruin this for him.