A/n: Wrapping this up quite soon! Hope you all are enjoying!
Warnings: Dark/angsty. UHm.. ye
Totally A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own Harry Potter or the world, this would be cannon if I did.
14 February 2009
Loud laughter made Draco cringe away, his eyes shutting as he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. There was a distinct reason he didn't go to these things anymore, and a major one was the people. Harry had been swept up in conversation with a few of the ministry folk, people he hadn't seen in a long while since he retired. Draco wasn't sure how it had happened, but even in this setting a room full of Ministry workers, Death Eaters and Slytherins Harry Potter could still find a way to fit in without a second thought. Draco glanced over to see Hermione and Ron talking with Blaise and being introduced to a few of his friends.
The blonde groaned and grabbed a drink at the bar that was being tended by a person he didn't know, the only person in the room he didn't know, "you look like you're having loads of fun," the tender attempted as he sat the tumbler on the counter top.
Draco lifted a shoulder, his hands in his pants pocket as he stood with a straight back, "overpriced party for overpriced people."
The bartender laughed heartily and filled Draco's glass with fire whisky, the Slytherin Prince picked it off the counter and took a sip as he scanned the room one last time. He had lost sight of Harry and didn't seem to be getting sight of him again for a while so he slipped into the stool and leaned his elbow against the bar top. "How do you know the bride and groom to be?"
"We went to school together," as if out of instinct because of the setting he was in, Draco adjusted the front jacket of his suit where the Malfoy emblem was sure to stand out, his back straight and his face in a hard line. He felt like he took a step back to the late 1990's, and knew he looked like he had as well.
"Mr. Malfoy," the barkeep exclaimed suddenly, "I didn't realize," he started, his words coming out quickly and Draco gave a head turn growing bored with the man and conversation, "are you going to be in the wedding party?"
Draco stiffened at the question, not much in the mood for small talk. He turned to ignore him and saw another ex-Slytherin-classmate spot him giving a head nod of acknowledgement and taking a step towards him. Draco turned back as smoothly as he could he figured conversation with a stranger was better than conversation with anyone else at the party at this point. "I am not sure, Blaise mentioned something." Draco answered taking a big drink, putting the tumbler on the coaster.
"I am not sure that is a smart choice," the barkeep smiled, his eyes trained to Draco's.
"What, why?" The blonde's sneer took a nasty turn as he glared at the other.
The barkeep chuckled, "because you'd be sure to show up the bride to be, and that's not the best way to get married." He started, and Draco blushed as he blinked at him, "being showed up by the best man? That's just pathetic."
Draco pulled back from the counter and started to stand, he should not be having this conversation. Harry could and would seriously kill this man, he pulled back with a jerk only to freeze when a hand came out and rested on his shoulder, stopping him, "Draco Malfoy, fancy running into you here." The voice started, "I'm surprised to see they still let people of the likes of you run around."
Draco sighed, despite the insult, watching the mischievous smile reflected in the green eyes. Harry slipped onto the stool next to him, "I hear they have an open bar?" He asked, glancing over at the selection, "let me buy you a drink." Draco almost laughed, and would have if he wasn't so bloody nervous. He had a feeling that Harry had heard what the barkeep said, he could tell from the set of his jaw, "we'll take two of whatever he is having." The Gryffindor smirked at the tender who quickly busied himself with pouring the drinks.
Draco cleared his throat, regaining his composure when Harry finally dropped his hand from his shoulder. "The least you could do," he snapped, "interesting to see someone still trying to relive their glory days, you always sulk around with the Ministry at every ex-Death Eater events?"
Harry laughed, his smile genuine as he looked at Draco with a quirked brow and took up the drink that was set before him. He brought it to his lips, watching the barkeep tense and knew he was still listening to their conversation. "I love a little danger in my life," Harry smirked.
Draco felt himself relaxing, just by being near Harry. He took a drink from his refreshed glass of fire whisky, "I think protection is on my side tonight," though he was trying to keep up with their conversation he couldn't help but glance around at the mention of his tease.
Harry stayed relaxed, clearly not worried or not interested in being worried. When their eyes locked, Harry gave him a real smile and leaned forward slightly, "I can practically feel your nerves, Draco." Draco's face flushed, his neck growing pink just barely visible under this black on black suit, "want some help with that?" Harry's voice wrapped around Draco tightly, making the blonde nod his head before he was even completely sure what was asked.
Harry stood, his hand on the back of the stool, pulling it out for him. The barkeep started towards them quickly with a concerned look, "Mr. Malfoy, everything okay?"
Draco gulped his drink down and stood, he didn't care what was said to him all he cared about was Harry and the way Harry was staring at him. The look Harry was giving him right now was almost enough to make Draco forget everyone and everything, "he'll be taken care of," Harry asked and he snaked his arm around the tall blonde leading him towards the stairwell.
The two escaped unnoticed up the stairwell, Draco's body flushed and all he could hear was his heart in his ears. The blood pumping and beating so loud it was almost deafening but he had a feeling Harry had cast a concealment charm on the two of them. They came to a stop at a door and Harry pushed it open, before them was a reading room.
Two chairs, a rug and a fireplace surrounded by book shelves stuffed with books. Harry pushed his blonde haired companion into the room, closing and locking the door behind them. Draco looked around as Harry wrapped him up in his arms holding him tightly, "you're so nervous I can practically smell it on you," he whispered against Draco's ear, before closing his mouth around the ear lobe in a nibble.
Draco sighed quietly turning his head and Harry nuzzled against the crook of his neck, his fingers moving over the buttons of the suit jacket. Then they flew deftly over the buttons of the black button-up shirt until his fingers were against the flushed and hot skin of Draco's bare chest.
Harry kissed Draco's neck, giving it a small suck smiling when he heard the others quiet groan. His fingers laid flat against the soft body, two trailing down the soft white blonde hair that started at his belly button and disappeared underneath the black slacks he wore. Harry's hand moved over the belt and buckle leaving them clasped he pressed his palm to the man's semi-erect cock, he could feel through the trousers. "Tell me, Draco, what do you like?"
Draco gasped pressing back against Harry, his back fitting snug against his chest. Harry trailed his lips against the alabaster skin of Draco's neck in small kisses pushing the shirt down until the skin of Draco's left shoulder was exposed and Harry sunk his teeth in. Feeling Draco quiver in his arms, his mouth going slack a moment as he sagged deeper against Harry's body. "You like the biting?" He whispered against the wet skin, his tongue coming to trail over where he had just bit.
Draco nodded, swallowing hard and Harry gripped him through his slacks in a firm and confident hand. Harry's mouth moved up the taut skin of his shoulder, and he sunk his teeth into the white flesh biting him harder which caused Draco to moan loudly. The Gryffindor pulled back with a wide smile as he put his left hand over Draco's mouth, cupping it to quiet him. Draco's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes closing and he raised his own hand moving Harry's hand to cover his nose as well.
"You like breath control?" Harry asked quietly his tone low and curious and Draco nodded again dropping his hands as he leaned back against the other man, Harry moved his fingers over the belt unfastening it, then with both hands he unfastened the button holding up Draco's slacks, they hung off his hips in the most unbelievably sexy way Harry had ever seen before pushing them down slightly.
He looked down at Draco happy to see he was, as always, without boxers on. He wasted no time to wrap his fingers around the man's length with his right hand, his left moving back to Draco's mouth. "You can scream as loud as you like, Draco, I will keep you quiet." Harry spoke in an even tone and Draco shivered with his arms pressed tight against his sides. The brunette stroked him slowly, Draco's whimpers left him wanting more. He pressed kiss after kiss across Draco's shoulders and down the back of his neck, his teeth scraping the skin every now and then making Draco groan into Harry's hand. Then he flashed his teeth out, biting down on the back of Draco's neck with a suck, Harry could feel his teeth straining the tight skin but was finding it hard to stop himself when Draco moaned loudly against the palm covering his lips, sucking in a deep breath in his nose.
Draco bucked his hips into Harry's tight hand, and flicked his tongue out against Harry's hand as if to tell him that was enough. The Gryffindor loosened his hold without a second thought and pulled his mouth back from Draco's neck letting the marked skin be, he looked down at the red skin his tongue lapping across the teeth marks and his right hand matched Draco's thrust of his hips, stroking him roughly and swiftly.
The blonde laid his head back, tilting it to the side and taking a gasping breath with his eyes tightly shut, Harry looked down at him watching the man bite his bottom lip and slid his hand over the head of Draco's cock using his palm to slick against the precum. Draco shivered audibly when the others left hand trailed over his collarbone in a soft way. His fingers feather light against the sensitive skin, then he pressed a kiss to Draco's temple and dropped his hand knowing Draco was on edge.
"We shouldn't be gone too long, ya know." Harry whispered watching Draco's eyes flash open his face shading a dark red as he lolled his head on Harry's shoulder to look up at him.
"I.. I..?"
"You?" Harry asked while both of his hands trailed the length of Draco's body sliding over the soft skin.
Draco flushed brighter red, his mouth open in what seemed to be shock as he stared at the raven haired boy, "wh-why are you doing this?" Harry pulled back, bending down he picked Draco's slacks up and drug them up his legs pausing to leave a nibble on the back of Draco's hip before he put them in place. "Harry, wh-why?" Draco asked again his face still flushed as he stammered making no move what so ever to dress himself, and Harry was fine with that. It gave him more time to torture the poor blonde.
Harry fastened Draco's pants and then his belt, leaning forward to kiss Draco on the mouth when he started to talk, his fingers moved deftly over the buttons on Draco's shirt putting them in place, "oh it looks like I did that backwards, hm?" He mused quietly, smirking when Draco slapped his hands away and took a step back tucking his shirt in as he gave Harry a small glare.
Harry's smirk grew into a full blown smile and he reached out for Draco shoving his fingers into the others perfectly placed hair making him tilt his head, "I'm doing it, because you like it." He finally answered, giving Draco a soft kiss before turning on his heel to walk away, leaving Draco in the middle of the sitting room to collect himself.
When Draco rejoined the party he realized it was in perfect time for the toast, and took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter while standing towards the back of the room. "You look more irritated than when you left," the bartender spoke up after a moment, "are you okay, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco lifted a shoulder, tilting his head towards the whispering barkeep only half listening to Blaise. "I'm fine," he snapped in a quiet voice, looking back at Blaise to see him and Pansy kissing. The rest of the party raised their glasses, taking a drink and Draco followed suit, soon everyone was making moves to congratulate the two of them.
"Where did you disappear off to?" Hermione asked, as she moved over next to Draco. The Slytherin lifted a shoulder and turned a cold shoulder to Hermione as he looked over the crowd. Hermione sighed, "is he toying with you?" Draco lifted his shoulder again, finishing his glass of champagne. He could feel Hermione's eyes on him, and was trying to fight back the blush, "oh.." She whispered and let a quiet giggle. Draco turned to see her blushing as she smoothed her dress, "sometimes I wish Ron would do things like that with me," she admitted while running a hand through her hair.
Draco chuckled leaning in a bit, "just tell him."
Hermione waved him away, her face flushed, "I need a drink," she muttered and turned to wave down the bartender, "two uh.. fire whiskeys."
He filled the glasses, taking Draco's empty champagne glass when he traded them off their hands brushed, Hermione lifted a brow at Draco's passive expression, before the bartender moved down to the other end to wait on two new people. "What?"
Draco shook his head, "Harry heard him hitting on me earlier, I think it is..." Draco sighed and took a long drink, "part of his game."
Hermione chuckled as she took a drink of her own, "he's Harry now?"
"Only when he isn't around," Draco answered, relaxing as he stood with Hermione, "Hermione, you look too good tonight, to not be spun around that dance floor." He suggested after a minute of watching other people fumble, "and they're bad enough they need to be shown up." He continued, watching Hermione finished her drink before taking his offered hand.
She smiled through her blush, "I haven't danced since my wedding," she admitted and Draco could feel her hand gripping his too tight.
"It's easy, just let me lead," he said in a soothing tone as he tucked his hand behind her. Hermione took a step closer to him and he held her other hand before he started moving her around the dance floor. His hand pressed against her back leading, the two moved around gracefully after Hermione stopped freaking out and fell into the rhythm Draco was leading with.
"I've never danced like this," she admitted as she turned back into his hold, once he spun her out.
Draco smirked, "you've never danced with a Malfoy you mean."
Hermione chuckled rolling her eyes, "are all Slytherin parties like this?"
"It's blood money," Draco answered, slowing the two down to a more leisurely dance as he scanned the room, "we're not all Slytherin either," he said with a nod, "that is the Abbott family after all." Hermione caught sight of who he was talking about as she was spun to face them.
"Blood money is money enough to buy into the rich side of the Wizarding World, you might even be surprised to know the Potter's often used this place for their own things. They were once right up there with my family," Draco said watching Hermione raise her eyebrows, "I am sure you know they were married into the Black family, of course. That wasn't by accident."
"This is the first generation that has married for love, Pansy and Blaise." Draco continued, "most of the time when we got married it was for money, for title, for power."
Hermione and Draco had become fast friends after the two were reconnected at her wedding, and even despite everything with Harry and Draco the two stayed in contact she just continuously kept his whereabouts from Harry because she didn't want to be part of their drama filled relationship. Draco and Hermione loved knowledge, and while his was more of gossip and information not necessarily found in books it had been something the two could get lost in. Their knowledge of the world and people around them.
No matter how much Draco had changed, he was still a Malfoy and he loved having something to hold over people's heads should he need to. "I couldn't imagine marrying for money or power," Hermione shook her head.
Draco smiled, a teasing one, "I know you married a Weasley after all."
Hermione chuckled, smacking his chest as the two came to a stop walking off of the dance floor, "he's perfect."
"To you," Draco smiled back, "speaking of, where is he?"
She sighed and smoothed her hair, "someone mentioned wizarding chess, and let me tell you," she whispered but didn't seem to be willing to finish that statement.
Draco chuckled, "Harry, undoubtedly has been swept off to another Ministry related conversation."
Hermione and Draco took a seat at one of the tables that lined the outskirts of the dance floor of the hall, "speaking of, you two are dating now?"
"No," Draco shook his head, "we're attempting to try it out."
"Trying it out," Hermione mused while her brown eyes fell over her friend in worry, "is this really what you want to try out, Draco?"
Draco smiled, "I spend so much of my time doing things everyone else wants me to do." He sighed, "isn't it time I did something that makes me happy?"
"It is, it is." Hermione nodded, "I just... I know him, Draco, don't get hurt okay? He isn't worth getting hurt over."
"I won't allow it," Draco answered softly, "I think this is where I want my life to go."
"Have you told him, about eve-?" Hermione stopped herself when she saw the person in question coming from behind Draco. Harry moved with ease and she had to admit there was something appealing about him, always had been.
Harry leaned over the back of the chair Draco sat in, his chest pressed against Draco's shoulder and his left hand pressed to the table keeping him in place, "what did you say to him that he can't keep his eyes off you Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked in a low tone, causing Hermione to turn away in her chair.
Draco's face flushed bright pink, his shoulders tensing, "sod off, Potter."
"That's not very nice," Harry continued in his low even tone, "I do believe the man has a crush on you."
"Do you?" Draco asked clearing his throat and adjusting his jacket, "he was rather nice, maybe I should talk to him."
Harry smirked his lips hovering over Draco's ear. He leaned down nipping the tip of his ear in a playful bite, "it might just make his night." Draco felt his neck tingle, then Harry stood up straight, "how was the dance?" He asked looking towards Hermione.
"It was nice," Hermione answered waving down a passing waiter to take a flute of champagne from his tray, Harry reached out and took two passing one to Draco, "Draco is, of course, fantastic at dancing."
"Is that so?" Harry asked, "he told me he was absolute trash."
"Only because you're absolute trash, Potter." Draco answered before taking a sip of the drink and crossing his legs under the table. "Didn't want to damage that ego of yours, you love it too much."
Harry laughed a real genuine laugh, "I am Humble Harry, after all."
Draco rolled his eyes and turned his head to glance up at Harry, "Proud Potter, you mean."
Harry smirked, "careful there, Draco, one might think you like me; ya know, the way you flirt with me."
Draco clicked his tongue, "I have never flirted with you and I think it is safe to say I am not starting now."
"Don't I know it," Harry answered, his attention being drug away when he heard his name called from a few tables down, Draco looked up with a quiet and barely audible sigh of annoyance when he saw the Minister himself waving at Harry. He didn't want Harry to go, he wanted Harry to stay with him, to give him his attention. Rather it was him toying with him or not, that was what he wanted. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Potter," Draco started, "I think I'm going to go ahead and go," he stood as well and buttoned the middle button of his jacket.
Harry paused turning back to him, "why?"
"I think I am going to go ahead and go," Draco shrugged, "I don't like these people, they're not my type." He said in a quiet tone, "I'll take Hermione back with me, if she wants to go. Ron left her for a wizarding chess tournament."
Harry looked at the two of them, "I won't be long, I promise. Just to sa-."
Draco cut him off with a jut of his jaw, "I've been waiting for you to, 'just say hi' all night, Potter."
Harry swallowed, looking down at Hermione who was standing and making sure to avoid the other's eye, "oh, well. Ron and I will be along shortly." Hermione stepped around Harry and followed Draco, the two walking towards the entrance.
Draco and Hermione were laying on the floor, their legs propped up on the couch as they shared their third bottle of champagne and watched reruns of some muggle TV show the two had fallen in love with. They had been home almost three hours and both were well on their way to swearing off men.
"I mean, can you believe..." Hermione groaned taking a big drink of the bubbly liquid, "he would walk away from me? I looked damn good tonight."
Draco nodded, and took the bottle from her grasp, "and Harry thinking he could ignore me like that." Draco growled, "I'm Draco Malfoy after all!"
"You get snootier the drunker you are," Hermione giggled after a moment.
Draco chuckled, "you get bitchier the drunker you are."
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed the bottle back, Draco giggled quietly and looked back at the TV with a sigh, "he's dreamy, ya know?"
"He is," Hermione agreed once she settled back down, "men should be more like that in real life."
"Dreamy murderers," Draco agreed with a nod, before yelping in shock.
Hermione jumped up at the sound stumbling on the blanket when she registered the loud pop that echoed through the foyer and attached sitting room. Draco's legs fell and he started to raise up, the bottle of champagne having been knocked over in their startle, was spilling over the white carpet.
"Oh shit!" Hermione cried, bending over to pick up but instead Draco and her collided, their heads knocking together and she fell back on her bottom, "fuck!"
Draco was holding his forehead and laid back on his back the room spinning from the whacking of his head, or from the drinking he couldn't tell which, "ooooh," he groaned loudly and laid on the floor.
"What in the world?" Harry asked as he looked the two over, picking up the now practically empty bottle of champagne. "How much have you two had to drink?"
Ron was helping Hermione stand, his eyebrows shot up, "where did your dress go, 'Mione?"
"Oh, now you notice my dress, huh?" She snapped at him with a glare and a push.
Harry looked down and moved to offer Draco his hand, "you okay?" Draco brushed his hand away and stood on his own, ignoring both of the questions Harry asked.
"Now?" Ron asked, trying to grab Hermione so she wouldn't fall over.
"Yes now, Ronald!" Hermione snapped at him, "I looked good all damn night and you... you... you just wanted to play that stupid game!"
Harry sucked in a breath following Draco and leaving Ron and Hermione in the middle of the room to have their argument, Draco was headed up the stairs when Harry caught up with him catching the door before it slammed shut on him. "Draco?" Harry asked stepping into the room timidly.
Draco looked at him, his eyes narrowed as he pulled his undershirt over his head. His dress shirt and jacket had been thrown on the sitting room floor along with Hermione's dress after the two had angrily taken them off because they didn't want to be dressed up anymore since their dates had been shit.
Harry couldn't help but let his eyes trace Draco's body and he licked his lips before looking away, "are you, uh, as mad as Hermione?"
"I'm livid," the blonde answered and unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to the floor so he was naked. Harry swallowed audibly, nervously waiting for what Draco had to say, "you left me out there all alone. Not just once, but twice." Draco's tone was even, and honestly Harry felt like this was worse than anger. "You left me there, in that fucking party alone. I hate those people," Draco continued as he sat on the bed. "You were supposed to be there for me."
Harry frowned and reached out for other stopping when the blonde turned away from him, "Draco, please."
"No," Draco shook his head, "don't you dare stand there acting like you care."
"Oh, c'mon you know I care."
"No, you don't." Draco spat, unable to control his anger anymore, "you put on a pretty good fucking show!"
Harry's eyebrows shot up, "you know I care."
Draco bit his lip, looking down. He did know, but his feelings were hurt and he wanted Harry to feel that pain to understand how it felt, "whatever." He answered knowing he pulled off indifferent pretty well.
Harry moved over, sitting next to him on the bed. "I'm sorry I left you at the party, I just figured, you wouldn't want to be seen with me so I busied myself with other people."
"Why wouldn't I want to be seen with you?" Draco asked, his voice softening as he looked at the other man.
"I dunno," Harry lifted a defeated shoulder, "I'm just, well it's no secret how much we used to not get along. I wasn't sure if you were quite ready for the information of us, ya know, to be common knowledge."
Draco looked at Harry with a lifted brow, "you mean like me not wanting to be seen in public with you?" Harry gave a nod, his eyes darting away, "that makes absolutely no sense and you should have just asked."
"Well, you're Draco Malfoy after all," Harry groaned, "you're fucking perfect."
Draco blinked a few times as the words Harry said washed over him and shook his head, "I'm not perfect, Harry, don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Call me perfect, I'm not perfect."
The Gryffindor watched the other closely, the blonde's eyes went from soft to hard in a matter of seconds his face tensed and his hands were gripping his own thighs tightly it seemed to keep himself calm. Harry reached down, pulling his hands into his own and held them close, "I won't call you perfect, sorry."
Draco sagged tiredly, and he pulled his hands back, "I'm tired, can we go to bed and stop fighting?"
"Yes, we can." By the time Harry was on the other side of the bed he was undressed and the blankets were already pulled back for him, he glanced over to see Draco under the covers and laying on his side. He sat down and kicked his feet up on the bed, pulling the covers over him and turned to face the blonde whose face was now shaded a light red, "what?"
"Your chest!" Draco answered quickly and reached out pressing against the bruise on Harry's collarbone.
Harry chuckled, "I wanted to admire it a bit longer," he said honestly, looking down at it. "I see you left the one I gave you on your neck," he chuckled ducking down and pressing his lips against the love bite. Draco blushed and laid on his back, his hand covering it, "why would you of all people, leave a love bite on your neck?"
"I dunno?" Draco shrugged and reached out turning his lamp off.
Harry chuckled and scooted over closer to Draco slipping his arm around him and pulling him in tight, "Hermione was pissed."
"Yeah, she was," Draco smirked leaning back against Harry's chest. "She said Ron doesn't pay attention to her anymore."
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "you think that feeling just happens no matter what five years down the road?"
"Better not, Harry Potter." Draco glared over his shoulder.
Harry smiled leaning in for a small, quick kiss, "I'll be fawning over you 50 years down the road."
Draco woke to an empty bed and a rock hard erection, he had been dreaming about Harry and him at the engagement party last night. About Harry teasing him.
He laid back silently listening for any sound that would indicate anyone was around then he glanced at the clock seeing it was well into the afternoon. He wasn't quite sure when they had finally went to bed last night, he was a bit upset he had missed saying goodbye to Ron and Hermione and as the thought of them last night came flooding back he felt his cock twitch between his legs.
Draco laid back, a shiver running through his body and he reached down beneath the sheets his fingers tracing the path Harry's had last night at the party, only this time he scraped his nails across his alabaster skin and moaned quietly against his closed lips shutting his eyes and breathing out a hot breath of air in a gush. His left hand closed over his mouth and his right hand wrapped around his length moving slowly. He felt the pleasure rush through him just at the thought of Harry stroking him last night he felt himself almost ready to explode. He let out a muffled moan before dropping his hand and breathing out roughly, stroking himself faster.
The door opened and Draco shot up, his face redder than it ever had been. He froze staring at Harry, dropping his hand in his lap and gave a fake yawn though he knew it was pointless by the way the brunette was smirking at him.
"Oh, hello.." Harry closed the door and leaned against the bedpost, two very serious green eyes held an embarrassed Draco in place.
Draco's eyes were wide, his body red from desire and embarrassment, "uh, good morning."
Harry crossed his arms as he stared, "didn't interrupt anything did I?" Draco shook his head biting his bottom lip, and let out a rushed breath as he looked at him. "What were you thinking about?" Harry asked his tone was very easily and quickly slipping into that tone Draco couldn't resist.
"Nothing," Draco shook his head, "I mean, I wasn't doing anything."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Harry reached forward and gripped the blanket at the end of the bed and jerked it off the bed with a slow pull, "show me." Harry suggested, "please?" He asked, pushing his bottom lip out as if he was whining. Draco watched his lips, licking his own and he moved his hand to show himself to Harry as was asked of him, Harry smiled, "go ahead and lay back, Draco." He did just that, laid flat on his back his head hitting the pillow and then Harry gave a lewd gesture and whispered, "go ahead."
Draco's body flushed a new shade of pink, his right hand gave a small shake as it laid on his lower stomach, his left hand gripped into the sheet and he drug his nails down his chest across his hip letting out a whimper as he felt the skin raise in their wake. Then he wrapped his right hand around himself, giving himself a slow stroke as a fissure of pleasure rocked through his body. He bit his bottom lip roughly, a groan following and he looked away from Harry's intense stare feeling embarrassed.
His hand moved up and down his length slowly, his mind drifting away from Harry staring at him to Harry climbing on the bed and touching him. His legs slid open as the thought took over, and he felt the bed dip between him in real life just as he did in his fantasy. "Tell me what you're thinking about," Harry asked in a whisper leaning towards Draco and taking his chin so he would look at him.
"You," Draco answered, leaning into the touch, "you touching me right now."
Harry reached out trailing a finger over the raised skin as he looked Draco in the eyes. "You're sexy when you lose yourself," he whispered, and drug his nails down Draco's thigh.
"Ohhh," Draco groaned louder, his back arching and his leg came up as if he was trying to get closer to the nails as they scathed his skin he gripped himself tighter stroking harder and faster. Harry traced his thigh with his nails again, going deeper and he felt the skin blistering beneath his fingers, "yes." Draco gasped, and dug his teeth into his bottom lip ripping the loose skin at the back of his lips away trailing his tongue out to run along the back of his lip and taste the blood. Harry watched in shock, this was new to him. He felt he was rather experienced but the sight of Draco's skin growing pink and raised from his nails, was new to him. Draco let out a whimper and his left hand came up against his lips, Harry almost reached out to pull the hand away so he could hear but as he looked he realized it wasn't to quiet himself it was to cover his mouth and stop himself from breathing.
And without warning Draco dropped his hand and a loud moan escaped as he went toppling over the edge he had been riding all night and all morning and even in his sleep. Draco breathed in and out deeply with a shudder as he opened his eyes and met them with Harry's. It was almost as if he had forgot himself, and he looked at Harry in shock, swallowing roughly. "U-uh Potter."
Harry cleared his throat, licking his lips uncertain what to say to the blonde looking up at him. Draco started to get up, pulling his leg from Harry's hand. "Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, gripping Draco's thigh and pushing him back in place.
"Tell you what?" Draco muttered laying still again.
"How you liked it," Harry whispered and moved to hover over Draco taking the blonde's lips in a kiss.
Draco closed his eyes and ran a hand through Harry's hair, letting it take him away. When Harry pulled back he pressed his forehead against Draco's, "I don't know," Draco answered, shrugging softly.
"You like the pain?"
"In a way, yes." Draco nodded, "Harry," he whispered, "I want to touch you."
Harry swallowed he always felt nervous when Draco said his name. Almost like he didn't belong. "Anytime you want." Draco reached out and pushed Harry's t-shirt up before pressing his hands against the sculpted body with a grunt and sigh of relief. "I can take the shirt off, if you want?"
Draco shushed him, his fingers trailing the body above him, "I just want to admire how fucking perfect you are," Harry stayed quiet and still, and finally Draco dropped his hands to Harry's hips with a loose grip. "I'm not ready yet," he whispered, as Harry watched him.
"That's okay," Harry smiled down at Draco, "I like watching you far more than I like getting off," he admitted with a shrug and moved lying next to Draco.
"Why did you come in here, anyway?" Draco asked grabbing his wand and muttering a cleaning charm on himself.
"To wake you up, sleepy head." Harry smiled, "though, I got quite a treat, instead."
"I want to shower," Draco said as he stretched his arms, "but my head hurts and I don't want to move now, that was the best orgasm I've had in a long time."
"Want another?" Harry whispered, his teeth sinking down into Draco's neck and a moaned 'yes' was all that Harry needed to hear.
4 June 2009
Harry disaparated from Hermione and Ron's to the Manor, he and Hermione were planning a surprise party for Draco and now Harry had only one more task on hand. Making sure Draco was with him that night.
It should be an easy feat seeing as the two were dating, and where else would the blonde be? But Harry had a history of just assuming only to find out there were other plans his boyfriend had in mind and Harry was often left doing what Draco wanted. "Draco?" Harry called as he headed down the stairs to the dungeon, he had already checked all of the bottom floor.
"Draco?" Harry yelled out again walking along the wall to the 'brewery' as Harry so affectionately referred to the room Draco often worked in mixing potions for his Apothecary shop. He heard music coming from inside the room and his hand hovered over the door because he heard muffled singing. He stood there a moment smiling as he listened through the door, his eyes shutting tightly. Harry loved this man more than anything in the world.
He nudged the door open with a finger and peeked around, Draco's back was too him. He was shocked to see him in just a t-shirt, he barely ever saw Draco wear anything that showed off his arms. If Draco wasn't in a button up, he was wearing a sweatshirt or flannel, upon closer inspection Harry noticed it was a dark maroon t-shirt... one of Harry's Gryffindor shirts from school. Draco was leaning over the table staring into the cauldron as he sang quietly and Harry inched back giving the door a quiet knock.
"Hey," Draco called without looking up, but he had abruptly stopped singing.
"Hey you," Harry answered and walked around the table to stand next to Draco, "what're you doing?"
"I am brewing a few potions for Ron - joke shop stuff, they created a few new things and want to see how they work out," Draco answered nodding towards the list, then his lips turned into a bright smile and Harry could practically feel the laugh before he heard it. "This one even you could make."
Harry groaned at the never ending joke between him and Draco, rolling his eyes and looked down to see the 5 ingredient potion. "I actually probably could," he chuckled enjoying the sound of Draco's laugh far too much.
"I thought you were with Hermione?"
"I was, I just got back."
Draco lifted an eyebrow, "how are the babies?"
"They are fine, they were napping when I was there." Harry smiled and turned to grab a cauldron and started setting it up. "Which is best, because you know how Rose just loves you."
"Very much so," Draco nodded looking back down at the gumpy potion in disgust, "what the fuck is this?" He mused out loud and grabbed a quill scribbling notes.
Harry took the list of ingredients from the one Draco had hinted at him making, and picked them up before joining him back at the brewing station. "Not going good?"
"I don't understand their notes, I don't understand what they want." Draco sighed in irritation, "this isn't a thing."
"At least they don't pay you to be a critic." Harry chuckled, and started chopping a root. Draco smiled to himself, and reached out for a vial to start bottling the potion. He waved his wand and the cauldron cleaned as he read over the next potion. "Hey, Dray?"
"Yeah?" Draco asked just barely glancing up, which is why Harry picked now. So Draco was sidetracked with his work, because it was no secret how terrible Harry was at keeping secrets.
"What are you doing this Saturday?"
"Hm?"
"This Saturday do you have plans?"
"I don't think so," Draco gave Harry a strange look, quirking his brow, "oh, that's my birthday isn't it?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, and looked up at Draco away from the stone he was smashing.
"Why?" Draco asked with a small glare putting his notes down, "if you are planning something Harry, I swear to you we will be done."
Harry laughed, shaking his head. "I am asking you if you have plans, baby, and if you don't we will discuss the plans I have."
Draco tried reading Harry's face, "no, I don't have plans."
"Good," Harry nodded and turned back to the potion, grabbing the stirring rod and started stirring. "I was wondering if I could take you to dinner?"
"Dinner?" Draco asked, "That's all, you promise?"
"Yes, yes," Harry rolled his eyes, receiving another glare from the blonde. "Look, I just want to take you to dinner, ok? We haven't gone out in a while, and what better day to go out than your birthday?"
"Uhm, any other day. At all." Draco answered, his face pulling a grimace.
Harry chuckled, and picked up the notes, "I am asking you out on a date, Draco. Is that a yes or no?"
"Fine, Potter." Draco answered and picked up his own parchment, "it better be somewhere nice though, and I want to get dessert." He added after a moment, giving Harry another glance.
"I would never come between you and your dessert, Draco," Harry laughed before looking up over at Draco and seeing the smile the blonde had.
6 June 2009
Draco hadn't been surprised, at all, when everyone was sitting at an overly long table at a favorite restaurant of his Harry was absolute shit at lying. But, Draco wasn't and he pulled off his surprised face very well. The two were sitting at the head of the table, Harry excitedly smiling nonstop. He was proud as pie, and Draco had no intention of bursting his bubble. This was far better than anything else in his life for a long time, Harry James Potter.
Draco jumped when he felt Harry's hand wrap around his own, "were you surprised?"
"I was," Draco nodded and smiled back, turning his cheek to receive the kiss from Harry, "thank you."
Harry's smile grew, if it was possible, "I'll back in a moment," he said to Draco and pushed his chair out excusing himself and making his way towards the bathroom.
Draco sat back with a sigh, looking down at his plate. He just wanted to go home, he didn't want to be here anymore, he didn't want to be anywhere. "You okay?" Hermione asked, she had sat on the other side of Draco and was now turned towards him.
Draco gave a small shrug, "I am fine, yeah."
"What is it?"
"I don't deserve all of this," Draco told her truthfully.
"Yes, you do Dray. I promise." Hermione answered him, her frown deep.
"I don't Herm, I really don't." Draco shook his head, with a sad sigh, "he's too good to me, he just had to keep coming back. He just had to be so good." Draco whispered, "I don't deserve any of this, ever."
Hermione bit her lip, "you do deserve it, Draco, it's okay. Just take a deep breath."
Draco gave a sigh, and a head shake, "I'm not going to ruin his night, Hermione. I just... I don't deserve this, I don't deserve this type of happiness."
"You do, that stuff was years ago, Draco. 10 years ago, okay?" Hermione whispered, "you don't ever have to tell him we will just keep it between us and you can be happy okay? Let me take the burden, because you deserve to be happy whether you want to admit it or not." Draco was about to protest but the way Hermione sat up suddenly let him know Harry was coming back. He picked up his fork, taking a bite as he sat back in the chair trying to wrap his mind around any of what Hermione said but he couldn't because he didn't agree at all. He didn't deserve to be happy, especially after what he did.
Draco gave Harry a small smile when he approached the table, his smile as bright and wide as when he left but, Harry bypassed the chair and leaned forward pressing his lips to the other's cheek his hand on the back of the chair, the other on the table as he leaned down.
"Do you know how absolutely stunning you are?" Harry asked quietly, just so Draco could hear him. The blonde flushed pink, and turned his face towards him about to scold Harry quietly not to do this, not in front of all of their friends but when he turned to face Harry he stopped because he realized Harry wasn't teasing him, he was being sincere. "Did you know, Draco, you make my whole life better. 10 times better, every waking second is better because of you." Harry whispered and dropped down on his knees, "sometimes I don't want to fall asleep because I don't want to miss a single moment with you," he spoke louder gathering the attention of those around the table, "you make my dark days bright and my bright days brighter, you're amazing Draco, you're simply amazing. And I love you so much it makes me heart hurt."
Harry paused and reached for Draco's left hand, "my heart aches from the amount of love I have for you, when I look at you I just want to scream it. When I hear your voice I want to never forget the sound, when I feel you I want it burned into my body." Draco flushed, clearing his throat and looking away awkwardly. He felt tears already streaming down his face, he felt them spilling over his eyes and Harry hadn't even asked him yet, but Draco knew he was going to.
And, Draco wasn't sure what the correct response was. Not even close to sure. This was out of left field, the two hadn't even talked about this at all because if they had then Harry would have known Draco wasn't interested in getting married. Draco wasn't at all interested in getting married, it didn't matter if it was to Harry or someone else. Draco didn't want to be married, he wanted things to stay like they were.
"Draco L. Malfoy," Harry said with a smile, "will you do me the pleasure of giving me every day with you? Will you marry me?"
Draco felt a breath being sucked in by everyone at the table, his own body giving a shiver. He stared down at Harry, his body rigid as his hand went cold and clammy against Harry's. Harry was smiling so wide, his green eyes so bright it almost hurt Draco to look at him, Draco couldn't talk - he didn't want to say the wrong thing.
So, he nodded. He just sat there nodding his head. Nodding his head as Harry jumped up and wrapped his arms around him, nodding as Harry pulled him to his feet, nodding as Harry pulled a black felt box out showing a slim white gold band with green emeralds set into the band, nodding until Harry took his cheeks in his hand and pressed his lips to his. "I love you, so much, Draco."
Draco smiled softly and ran his hand through Harry's shaggy dark hair, "I know, Potter."
Draco woke before Harry, and pushed himself up and out of the bed quietly so he wouldn't wake Harry. He shut and locked the door to the bathroom knowing it was far too early to be awake, but he hadn't been able to sleep because he kept focusing on the cold metal around his left ring finger. Draco looked down at the white gold band, running his thumb over it as he watched it turn over on his finger the emeralds glistening in the light of the bathroom. He sighed quietly and reached out for his toothbrush cleaning up, he wasn't sure how to talk to Harry. He wasn't sure about anything more, he could tell Harry hadn't ever felt more comfortable or more confident in them but Draco hadn't. Draco was scared. He was scared he was going to mess this up, he was scared he had already messed this up.
The Slytherin had a feeling the two needed to have a conversation neither wanted to have, but he wasn't sure how much he actually wanted to have the conversation. How much he should have the conversation. When he finished taking a shower and getting cleaned up he opened the door to the bedroom, wrapping a towel around his hips as he crept into the bedroom.
"Morning," Harry called and Draco could hear the rustle of The Daily Prophet looking over to see Harry stretched out on the bed, above the covers and smiling at Draco over the top of the newspaper.
"Good morning, Harry," Draco gave a soft smile and walked over to his side, pressing his lips to Harry's forehead.
"Mm," Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around Draco's waist, "calling me Harry for real now?"
Draco chuckled and allowed Harry to pull him to his butt, sitting on his lap. "I don't know, that depends."
"On what?"
"If you deserve it."
"I deserve everything," Harry smirked and leaned forward taking Draco's lips for a kiss, "I deserve lots of kisses, especially."
"Do you?" Draco asked with a quirked brow and giggled when Harry gave a playful growl before turning the two over, so he was on his back.
"I do," Harry whispered his answer, his lips pressed to Draco's lips and he gave him a long slow kiss, his body sliding up against Draco's as he slipped his tongue into the other's mouth tasting him. Draco closed his eyes, losing himself in Harry's kiss. He trailed his hand against Harry's body, gripping his hips and pulling him closer his other palm pressing against Harry's back. The brunette gripped Draco's arms and dug his nails into his skin pressing against him tightly.
Harry nibbled on the blonde's bottom lip pulling it into his mouth with a suck while he opened his eyes slowly to see Draco was completely lost in the kiss, his eyes shut and his breath coming out in pants against Harry's mouth. He pressed another quick kiss to Draco's lips before starting a trail down his body, leaving bites and kisses in his wake. His mouth hovered hotly over Draco's belly button and he looked up at the blonde who had his head back against the bed his hands lingering as if he could still feel Harry under them then he licked up Draco's belly button, before closing his mouth over it with a small suckle.
The Gryffindor pulled the side of the towel and sat up to let a trail of spit out on the cock in front of him his hand wrapping around the length and stroked slowly, while his tongue licked from the base of his cock up to the belly button again. Harry slipped his tongue out and against Draco's belly button feeling him squirm against the bed smiling he scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin of the blonde's lower stomach so he could hear that noise he loved so much; the quiet embarrassed moan Draco breathed out when he was surprised by something. Harry moved his bites down and across Draco's hips, nipping the skin before opening his mouth and slipping the length in with a deep pull.
Draco bucked his hips up in shock, it had been a long time since he had felt Harry's lip around his member and he could barely contain himself. Harry was on his knees in front of the bed his lips tightly around Draco's cock as he bobbed his head up and down the length. "H-Harry," Draco hissed but shut up when the raven haired man drug his nails across his hip, down his backside to his butt. He cupped Draco's ass, lifting him off the bed with both of Harry's hands pressed to each cheek and he pressed his fingers between them. He took his time, moving slowly and pressed his right pinky finger against Draco's opening teasing him while pushing Draco into his throat, holding him inside until Draco let out a shudder of pleasure. When he pulled him out, tasting the precum on the back of his tongue, he looked up at Draco with a smile.
Draco was pushing back down on the bed and Harry was surprised to feel him rubbing his ass against his finger, "Draco," Harry whispered watching him closely, "have you ever done any type of...?"
Draco flushed and nodded his head, "y-y-yeah myself."
"Oh?" Harry's smile grew and he nipped at the alabaster skin on his hip before giving one small push his pinky disappearing inside the warm, opening.
"Ah," Draco moaned out and his left hand reached down for Harry, he ran his fingers through the raven hair when Harry bit his side and pushed his right ring finger in, pushing them in and out as he stretched the blonde's bottom. Draco eased back on shoulders, raising his hips as Harry pulled his fingers out before he gripped Draco by the thighs and flipped him over to his chest. The Gryffindor grabbed his wand and cast a lubing charm on his fingers sliding them up Draco's bottom and easing them against the hole again, using his left arm to lift Draco by the waist and then he climbed back up on the bed. Harry then used his knee to push Draco's leg up so he was crouched over in front of him.
"Say something?" Draco pleaded as Harry eased his fingers into him, moving them slowly in and out.
Harry smiled, looking away from Draco's bottom towards his head seeing his head was dropping down and he was pushed back on his haunches sliding himself against Harry's fingers. "What do you want me to say to you, baby?" Harry asked and raised up, so he was leaning over Draco's back his mouth leaving hot kisses against Draco's shoulders. "Want me to tell you how I'm going to fuck you?" Draco shivered, giving a whimper, he nibbled on the soft shoulder, "I'm going to stretch you out, real good," Harry whispered, "and once you're nice and ready for me, I'm going to take my cock and make you scream out my name."
Harry pushed two fingers into Draco roughly, curling them up against his prostate giving it a probe and causing one of Draco's legs to slide further open with a loud moan, "fuck," the blonde hissed loudly.
Harry smiled and pulled his fingers out, before pushing his boxers down then he grabbed his wand and cast another lube charm on his hand and smeared it over his cock, taking the head and rubbing it against Draco, "gonna moan my name baby?"
"Fuck yes," Draco hissed through gritted teeth, his bottom shaking, "please." Harry pushed into Draco moving slowly but the blonde wasn't having that, at all, he pushed back against the bed and his hands and pushed himself back on Harry doing just as Harry wanted, moaning out his name. "Oh, fuck Harry."
Harry closed his eyes getting lost in the feeling of Draco around him, of Draco moaning his name, and he moved slowly into the blonde it was almost like heaven listening to Draco moan his name each time. He reached up taking one of Draco's hand in his own and holding it tightly his left hand reached down and gripped Draco between his legs, stroking the blonde as he thrust into him. Draco gripped his right hand tightly, bouncing back on his cock.
Harry wasn't sure how long he would last if he was honest, it had been so long since he had lost himself and this was so much better than anything else that he had ever done. The two of them were like magnets, they moved with ease and before they knew it they were both reaching towards their climax.
"H-Harry!" Draco yelped his body sagging and with one last thrust deep inside of him Harry was right behind, he wrapped both of his arms around Draco's body pressing his chest against Draco's back and with a rough burst of breath against his neck he squeezed him and spilled his seed into the other, holding him tightly before pulling him back against his chest and moving them to lay on their side. Draco was panting loudly when he gave Harry's hip a small push, he pulled back slowly letting himself out and as soon as he was out Draco rolled over and climbed up on Harry's chest curling up on him and wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Mm," Draco moaned quietly, Harry pressing his hands to his back with a slow rub.
"Are you okay?" Draco hummed, his eyes shutting sleepily, "I don't mean just now, Drake." Harry whispered, kissing his neck. "Is this everything you want?"
"What?"
Harry brushed his blonde hair back, looking down at him, "Draco, please. Be honest."
"I'm happy Potter, this is what I want."
"Do you mean it?"
"More than anything," Draco answered and stretched his neck kissing Harry's cheek.
"You're my whole life, baby, I just want to make sure this is what you want?"
The blonde shut his eyes, giving half a smile and resting quietly, not answering the question.
13 June 2009
Harry pushed the door to the study open, slowly, he peeked in to see Draco sitting in a chair by himself a half full glass of fire whiskey all but falling off his hand, Harry bit his bottom lip as he looked at him. It had been the third night this week he had found him like this, and he didn't know what had happened. How this had happened.
"Baby," Harry whispered quietly, taking the glass and sitting it on the floor, "wake up baby." Draco groaned and Harry watched him shaking his head, before stilling again, he reached out and picked him up and carried him bridal style up the stairs to their room, using his hip to open the door then he laid him on the bed, "Draco, I'm just going to make you comfortable." He explained, while tugging on the fastening of Draco's belt to take it off then started undoing his buttons.
"Harry," Draco mumbled as Harry's fingers slid up shirt and pulled the buttons open, "fucking saint Potter." Harry blinked and looked at him in shock, Draco's eyes were hooded and he was looking up at the canopy over their bed, "always saving the damn day, it's like a drug to you." Harry pushed the shirt apart and started tugging the arm out of it, trying to ignore Draco's words it had been a long time since he had heard the man talk to him like this and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Once he had one arm out he reached over and took the other one pulling it out as well, before he moved to unbutton his slacks. Draco slapped his hand away, "I can get undressed!" He snapped and Harry pulled back looking down at the blonde as he fumbled with the button.
"Just let me help you?"
"Fuck off Potter," Draco answered and he gave a groan as he drunkenly sat up to look down and unfasten his pants. "I hate you so fucking much," Draco mumbled and just raised off the bed to slide them down then he kicked them off to the floor and jerked his shirt off the bed throwing it down as well. "You fucked up my whole life." Harry gave a sigh watching the blonde closely. He was running a hand through his messy blonde hair, his Malfoy sneer seemed permanent and he glared up towards Harry, "and you're so fucking pathetic, hanging on to me like you do!" Draco sneered with a dark tone, "I fucking hate you so much, and you won't leave. You wouldn't leave, you just kept coming back, you just kept being there!"
"Draco stop," Harry answered him, bending to pick up the clothing off the floor and turned to walk away.
"You don't get it," Draco roared jerking his wand off the bedside table and pointing it at the man across the room, "you're such a bloody annoyance in my life, you're always there. You won't leave!" Draco's face darkened with anger, his pupils dilated as they set in a hard angry look, his sneer nasty and mean, "it is like torture being near you, and I deserve that - I get it, so I kept you around I thought it was better that way punishment for myself for what I did."
Harry took a step back, putting the wad of clothing on the dresser, and he looked at Draco, "what did you do, Draco?"
"There it is, finally!" Draco snapped back, "I've been waiting years for you to ask me that question." Then he swept his wand to the side as if gesturing to everything, "ever wonder why I'm alone? Why I have nothing left?" Draco started, watching as Harry raised a brow, "I killed them all Potter, it was either me or them and I choose to kill them all. It wasn't an accident they have gone missing, they aren't on the run. They are in a plot right out in the backyard because if I didn't kill them I would have been killed."
"How's that feel, Potter? Been sharing a bed with someone like me for a while now, how's it feel to not be so bloody perfect?" Draco spoke in a slow, deadly tone his thoughts jumbled with the drink, with his anger, "but you just wouldn't leave me alone you just had to keep showing up, you just had to keep being around.. and I thought it was payback, torture for what I did. I liked that feeling but then you were Perfect Potter and so fucking good all the time." Draco gestured with his hand, towards Harry who was standing silently listening, "A fucking saint all the time, and you made me fall for you. You wanted to be here, you weren't leaving, you wanted to change your plans for a future for me, you fell in love with me and you treat me so good. But you shouldn't, you shouldn't."
Harry swallowed nervously, "we all have ghosts Draco, it's ok, just put the wand down."
Draco laughed loudly, rudely, "put the wand down? Scared of me?"
Harry shook his head, "no, Draco, just put it down and we can talk."
"Stop calling me Draco!" He yelled at him pushing off the bed, "Merlin, I hate you so much!" He walked towards Harry and when the man took a step backwards Draco narrowed his eyes, "stop moving." He demanded in a wavering tone, when he was close enough to him he reached out and grabbed Harry by the shoulder holding him in place, "I just want to get rid of you, I want to kill you."
Harry's eyes were searching Draco's, his face breaking as real fear sat in, "Draco, it's me. C'mon."
"I know it's you, Potter, that's why I want to kill you. Get rid of you, get rid of all of this pain I feel every day."
"Killing me won't rid you of the pain, baby."
Draco's jaw twitched in anger, "no, you're right about that," Harry almost sighed in relief, "but maybe killing you will let me move on, move past..." Draco mused, his wand raising and pressing to Harry's neck roughly, "every time I look at you all I can think about is the war... them."
Harry closed his eyes tightly, "Draco c'mon, we can work through this."
"No we can't Potter, I was working through this. All of this years ago, before you and Weasley showed up." Draco's wand fell slightly and Harry peeked at him uncertainly, Draco frowned openly at Harry, "Rose," he whispered and took a step back his wand falling to the ground in a clatter as he stepped back.
Harry swallowed roughly, bending as he took a deep breath his nerves still flared Draco stumbled back to the bed taking a seat and he looked around the room. Harry collected himself with a few deep breaths then he reached out towards Draco, his hand gripping the arm of the other. "Draco."
Draco shook his head, "I don't want this Potter, I don't want any of this. I can't do this anymore," Draco said with a shudder, tears falling down his face as he pulled away from Harry.
"You're just drunk, it's okay, we'll be fine." Harry whispered, his face strained and his body tense when Draco pulled away from him. They both knew it wasn't that, it wasn't that at all. Yes, Draco was drunk but he wasn't that drunk. The blonde reached up wiping a tear away from his cheek and looked at Harry, his face soft as he took a slow breath. "You're just drunk," Harry whispered, his own tears falling silently and Draco reached out and wiped a tear of Harry's away as well.
"You're too good," Draco said softly, "and I'm like poison. You have to go."
"I don't want to go."
"You have to, this isn't what you want."
"Draco, please stop," Harry whispered and reached out, his hand wrapping through Draco's hair and pulling the blonde closer to him their lips inches from each other now.
"Harry, you need to go or I'll make you." Draco whispered, his eyes shut as he spoke. He couldn't look at those green eyes anymore.
Harry closed the distance between them taking Draco's lips in his own and kissing him roughly, passionately. This was all they needed, Harry thought, as he pressed himself against Draco. He gripped the other tightly, holding him close, he could feel his hands leaving bruises against Draco's body he knew from how tight he was gripping the other but Harry just wanted to kiss the pain away, Draco wanted to push the pain away.
"We're gonna get married," Harry whispered against his lips, "it'll be okay."
Draco made a strangled noise as he pulled back, his tears in his throat, "Harry, it's time to go," he whispered, "it's time for you to go."
"No, it isn't. I'm not leaving, remember? I said that and I meant that."
Draco stood up and walked over to the dresser, picking up his wand again he looked back at Harry, "don't make me do this," he pleaded, "just, please, leave."
"Friend or lover, you don't leave." Harry said and Draco felt himself frown, "you told me that, Draco. You said that. I won't leave again."
"Harry, this isn't about that, this isn't about you anymore." Draco whispered, "this is about me. Being around you isn't what I deserve. It's why I like you scratching me, bruising me, making me bleed... That's what I deserve, I deserve absolute torture and pain. I don't deserve happiness."
"You do, Draco, and I give that to you. That's why you need me, I make you so happy you forget yourself and it's okay to forget yourself. You deserve it, you deserve everything in the whole entire world."
Draco growled and he gripped his wand tighter, "I'm not asking again, Harry. Go."
"No."
"I'll do it," Draco said through gritted teeth, struggling to remain composed.
"Do whatever you have to, but I'm not leaving." Harry shook his head, coming to his feet.
Draco could barely see through his tears, "Crucio!" He yelled and Harry fell to his knees his body quivering with pain until Draco pulled away, "leave."
"No."
Harry was pushing back to his feet when Draco's curse wrapped around him again, the pain scorching through his body he had felt this once before but this was worse than any time before. This was horrible, this was breaking him. Draco's tears were falling in sobs as he looked at Harry, watching him on the ground writhing in pain and with a jerk of his wand it ended, "leave."
"Draco, stop." Harry gasped out, unable to stand anymore, "please, stop. Just let me help you."
"I don't want your help Harry," Draco answered watching as Harry struggled to push up from the ground, his bright green eyes looking at him. "It's not helping, everything is so much worse now."
Harry pushed himself to his knees finally, and reached out for Draco trying to focus with his vision blurred from the pain that was lingering in his body it was almost like could feel the pain Draco was feeling. As Harry focused he realized it was now his wand Draco was holding, he looked in confusion at the other, "what?"
"I love you Harry," Draco whispered and pressed Harry's wand to his temple, "Avada Kedavra."
