**Warning: graphic sex scene between the boys! We're talking very graphic (like it's probably not possible to be much more graphic than I was with this scene). Enjoy or skip. I highly recommend enjoying, but I'll leave that up to you! Reviews are much appreciated! I love them almost as much as chocolate cake.**
"How's the pea soup, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, smiling at him over her cup of tea.
"Oh…er, really delicious," Harry lied, forcing himself to take another bite and wishing that the waitress hadn't convinced him it was the best thing on the menu.
"How's yours, Ron?" he asked, and Ron shrugged his shoulders noncommittally with a half-smile, his mood infinitely improved since earlier in the afternoon.
"Nice to see that you left your doom and gloom attitude behind, Ron," Mrs. Weasley said, turning to her son, and Harry chuckled, glancing at the red-head in a knowing way.
"Yeah, well, I figured since we have no home now, I'd better be nice to you lot or you'll send me packing, and then where would I go?"
Mr. Weasley smiled, but it was a tired smile, and he exchanged a glance with his wife that told Harry the conversation they had all been avoiding had finally found an opportunity to squeeze itself into the small talk.
He was right.
Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. "Speaking of which…" he begin in a falsely cheery tone, "We do need to start brainstorming about what we'll do now that…well…now that we're…in the market for somewhere to stay. I mean we certainly can't live in The Leaky Cauldron for the rest of our lives, now can we? I was thinking that tomorrow morning we can go to-"
But Harry wasn't listening. He had suddenly had an idea, a potentially wonderful and genius idea. "How could I not have thought of this earlier?" he marveled to himself. Dumbledore had ensured that it did, indeed, belong to Harry, and it currently wasn't being put to any use except for the occasional meeting. It would be safe too, protected and secure, which is exactly what the Weasleys needed given their present situation. It was…the perfect solution.
"Grimwauld Place," he said out loud, and the entire family looked at him.
"What was that, Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Grimwauld Place," he repeated with a smile. "I don't know why we didn't think of it before! We can all stay there. I'll be of age soon, so I'll need some place new to live other than the bloody Dursley's. It's exactly what you need, and no one's living there, so I don't see why we shouldn't put it to use, right?"
The Weasley family looked shocked at this pronouncement.
"But…Harry, we couldn't. It belongs to you now…" Mrs. Weasley said, but Harry shook his head forcefully.
"No, no. It may belong to me in name, but it's all of ours. We all used it. We all fixed it up, and besides, if I'm the only one there, it'll just slowly become ruined again. It's perfect! You all live there, help keep it in order…it's a win/win situation!"
Mr. Weasley nodded slowly and looked around the table at his wife and son.
"It does seem ideal," he admitted, "and it is a fairly large place, so we could all comfortably live together, if…well, if you're sure, Harry. I don't want you to think that you have some sort of an obligation."
Harry laughed.
"Please! It's you who'll be doing ME the favor. My choices are pretty limited, you know. I could stay with the Dursley's, I could live in Grimwauld place by myself, or I could live there with all of you. I'm leaning toward choice number three, myself."
Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"Well, when you put it that way, dear..."
"We'd love to take you up on that offer, Harry," Mr. Weasley finished, clapping Harry on the shoulder, "and we'll be eternally grateful for this, I want you to know."
"Ron?" Harry asked cheerfully, "Is that okay with you?"
Ron grinned with actual sincerity, and Harry suddenly felt very light and carefree, as though somehow everything would work out, somehow every problem would have a solution like this one.
"Oh, and before I forget, an owl came for you today," Mrs. Weasley said, handing Harry a piece of parchment across the table. "Big, tawny thing. Didn't look familiar."
Harry swallowed quickly and grabbed the letter, feeling nervously as though he already knew who had sent it. After all, who else would be writing to him right now?
He saw Ron looking at him warily, and he slowly unrolled the paper, reading the message hurriedly as he did.
He felt his insides flutter and dance in a most unpleasant yet gratifying way, and he politely excused himself, giving Ron a significant stare that said, "Follow me."
"What the hell?" Ron whispered when they were alone in the adjoining room. "What's going on?"
Harry swallowed again, nervously looking into his friend's eyes.
"I…er, you know when I said…when I asked you to, uh, accept Malfoy, from a distance?"
"Yes," said Ron suspiciously, "What of it?"
Harry shifted anxiously.
"Well…er…that distance might not be as far away as we thought…"
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"God, this place is psychologically damaging," Malfoy drawled, staring at the portrait of Mrs. Black that still hung in all its glory on the wall of Grimwauld Place.
"Shh!" Harry hissed, "The Weasley's are all asleep, and they CANNOT know that you're here, well, except for Ron of course, but I'm not keen on reminding him, so keep it down, okay?"
Malfoy grinned.
"Okay, okay. I'll keep it down. I still can't believe that he knows, though. How utterly humiliating."
"Shut it," Harry said, giving Malfoy a playful shove. "You're lucky I convinced him not to murder you in your sleep. I'm not even sure I DID convince him, actually."
"Well, I'll be on my guard," Malfoy said with a smirk, "and where AM I sleeping, anyway?"
"There's a room I picked out upstairs. No one ever goes in there, because it's one of the few places that we couldn't clean, so it's filthy. We pretty much just keep the door locked at all times."
Malfoy groaned.
"Oh, goody. I can hardly contain my excitement."
"Hey," Harry retorted, "be grateful that you're here at all. Do you know what I had to go through to convince Dumbledore to write you directions? He's the Secret Keeper, so I had to assure him that we could trust you, and believe me, it wasn't easy."
"I thought you were Dumbledore's golden boy?" Malfoy teased. "He was probably tripping over himself to write the directions so he could make his prize student happy."
"Stop being such a wise ass," Harry said severely, pushing Malfoy toward the stairs. "And for your information, he apparated here to talk with me for FIVE straight hours before he agreed."
Malfoy laughed quietly.
"Well, I'm here now," he said, "and all kidding aside, Harry…I'm really grateful for this. It's been a rough one. It's a miracle I even made it through the day. I don't know if I'd even be alive right now if it wasn't for you."
Harry tenderly rested his hand on Malfoy's shoulder and smiled.
"Ladies and gents, we have a moment of humility from Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy laughed again and leaned in to lightly kiss Harry's neck.
"Don't let it get around. You'll ruin my reputation."
Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair and savored the moment for a brief second before starting for the stairs again.
"Come on, Casanova," he teased, "bed time."
"Casa-who?"
"Yeah…never mind. Let's get a move on, shall we?"
Malfoy grinned again and followed Harry up the stairs.
"Well, it's not exactly paradise, but it'll have to do," Malfoy said, eyeing the layers of dirt and grime that coated the walls of what was now his bedroom. "At least I'll have something to occupy myself with when the Weasley's are home."
"Good luck cleaning any of THIS," Harry said darkly, and Malfoy groaned again, flopping down onto the old bed and lying back with a sigh.
"It sure beats the alternative though," he said, and Harry smiled into the darkness, suddenly feeling a wonderful swooping sensation in his stomach that Draco was here…in his house…to stay, at least for a while anyway. He wondered if it had quite sunk in yet for the other boy that THIS was home now, at least more than his father's house would ever be again…
"Draco," he said quietly. "Are you sure that you're…I mean…you're okay? You're okay with what's…happened? With your father?"
Draco didn't speak for a few moments, and Harry wondered if he had stepped out of line by bringing up the sensitive topic.
"I'll say this," Malfoy began, "and then I have to ask you to never mention my father to me again, Harry, okay? I feel cleaner and safer as I'm shut up in this disgusting room than I EVER felt in that Manor with him."
Harry nodded conclusively and felt momentarily awestruck by Malfoy's courage and strength. "Not many people could do what he's done," he thought to himself.
"Well…I'm proud of you," Harry said gently, trying not to sound patronizing. "What I mean is…I'm…I guess that is what I mean…I'm just proud."
Malfoy stood up and walked slowly over to Harry, looking beautiful in the moonlight. When they were standing face to face, he reached up to touch Harry's cheek, delicately, as though he were touching glass.
"You know, Harry…" he said with a half-smile, "you could possibly be the only one in the wizarding world who believes in me, who has faith in me, and…that's enough…that's more than enough."
Harry leaned in to kiss Draco, cupping his face in one hand and running his fingers through Draco's hair with the other.
"Get some sleep, okay?"
Malfoy let his fingers drift down Harry's chest suggestively.
"Aren't you staying?" he asked in a husky whisper, and Harry groaned.
"Draco…I can't…the Weasleys…"
Malfoy was now slipping his hands beneath Harry's belt, sensually brushing the tender skin with the tips of his nails and causing Harry to shiver and lean back against the wall for support.
"I…I…can't-"
But this time it was Malfoy's turn to silence him with a kiss, leaning in and pressing his lips furiously against Harry's, crushing him against the wall with an intensity that took Harry's breath away.
"You can," he finally said after a few long, hot seconds, and Harry nodded weakly, unable to do anything other than what Draco wanted him to do, what HE wanted to do.
Malfoy brushed his lips against Harry's ear, whispering words that made Harry feel light-headed and giddy, nearly collapsing as his knees started to buckle, but Draco's body kept him in place.
"I…oh God, Draco…"
"Shhh…"
Harry suddenly felt something cool against his chest, and he looked down to see Draco's wand slowly moving down the length of his torso, unbuttoning his shirt as it went.
"Nifty little spell I picked up," Draco said in explanation, grinning at Harry, and Harry grinned back.
"I don't even want to know where you picked that one up."
Draco moved in again and pressed his bare chest against Harry's, making them both gasp with need.
Slowly sliding down the length of the wall, Harry finally let himself rest on the cold floor, pulling Draco down on top of him and feeling a sense of uncontrollable desire ripple through his muscles like fire.
"Harry," Malfoy whispered as his fingers found Harry's nipples and twisted…hard, "Have you ever…have you ever…you know…"
Harry was so distracted by the pleasurable jolts as Draco twisted again that it took him a moment to realize what the other boy was referring to.
"Oh," he said breathily, raising himself up on his elbows. "I…I…no. No, I haven't. Have you?"
Malfoy smiled and licked his lips, gazing down at Harry. "With Pansy, yes. I know that's a little...different, but it's also not, not really. Plus, that's not all I know. I've done some research."
Harry raised his eyebrows, grinning.
"Oh, really?" he teased. "What kind of research?"
Malfoy gently shoved him back and then leaned down to press the entire length of his body against Harry's, nipping at his earlobe.
"Would you like me to tell you?" he whispered, "Or would you prefer a demonstration?"
Harry groaned, running a finger across Draco's moist lips.
"A demonstration…would be nice," he said, putting his reservations aside. Harry was high. He was flying, and his insides were several feet behind.
"That's very good news," Draco said, licking a stripe down Harry's throat. Faster than Harry expected, a striking snake, Draco's hand was in Harry's hair, and their mouths were fused again in a hot kiss.
Draco ran his other hand down the planes of Harry's bare stomach to fumble with his fly. "Let's get these off," he whispered against Harry's lips, his voice dripping with sex, and Harry could only nod eagerly. Not quite sure what to do but knowing that he wanted as much of Malfoy exposed as possible, he found himself reaching for Draco's fly as well, slowly unzipping him until Draco quickly stood up and finished the rest of the job, tossing his pants and boxers carelessly into a corner before lowering himself onto Harry again. Slowly, sensually, he slipped down until he was straddling Harry's calves, and then he gripped the top of Harry's jeans and pulled them down. Harry kicked them off quickly, staring hungrily at Malfoy's hard cock, and the boxers were next, joining Draco's clothes in the corner.
Now, for the first time, there was nothing between them. Just skin against skin, and Harry had never felt better. He moaned as Draco pressed up against him, his cock hard and aching. He pushed up in response, grinding into the other boy, and the friction between them was bringing him close to orgasm too fast. He whimpered against Draco's throat.
"Shh," Draco said, his hands sliding all over Harry's body. "Just relax."
Suddenly, the warmth of Draco's body was gone, and Harry murmured in protest, but in the next moment, he felt Draco's fingers on him, slipping up and down his cock hungrily. He raised himself up onto his elbows again, rewarded with the sight of Draco kneeling between his legs stroking him, his face painted with desire.
"Draco, y-you have to stop," Harry stammered, his breath ragged. "I'm going to…I can't…if you keep doing that…"
Draco didn't respond, but his hand drifted lower, pressing against a spot that reduced Harry to whimpers again. He fell back, unable to support himself anymore.
"That's it," Draco whispered, and Harry felt the pressure increase. Surprisingly, Draco's fingers were warm and slick. "Another charm?" Harry wondered fleetingly, but before he could give it much thought, a finger was inside him, and he arched his back, moaning too loudly.
Draco's other hand briskly came up to cover his mouth, and, without thinking, Harry sucked two fingers between his lips, drawing them in up to the second knuckle. Draco made a low sound deep in his throat and used his other hand to push a second finger into Harry, thrusting each to the same rhythm and driving Harry wild with lust.
"…wanted you like this for so long," Draco was saying, "God…so hot. So good."
"Draco, need you…need you…in me," Harry found himself gasping as the fingers left his mouth to firmly grip his thigh. Instinctively, he knew that he was ready, and he knew that Malfoy couldn't wait much longer either, judging by the way his hands were shaking. "Please. God, please. I need you."
He felt the fingers removed from him and hated the emptiness, but when he glanced down, he saw that Draco was busy slicking his cock with that mysterious liquid that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He didn't ask. He just watched, breathless and anxious and desperate and everything in between.
Draco lifted Harry's legs and placed himself between them, his cock lined up in position and his face only inches from Harry's.
"Tell me," he almost growled, his face glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. "Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it."
Harry raked his fingernails down Draco's back, forgetting to be gentle. "I want you to fuck me," he purred, and Draco threw his head back a little, another moan escaping his throat as he began to push himself in. Harry shuddered as chills broke over his skin, and his nails dug into Draco's back in a way that must have been painful. Draco's cock in his ass stretched him, filled him, forced him to hold back a scream as inch by inch entered him with each inward press.
Draco's voice in his ear reminded him to breathe. "It's okay, Harry. Take a deep breath. It's-ahh god…it's okay."
Draco was in to the hilt and had started to thrust, his cock rubbing up against something inside of Harry that made him cry out in pleasure, nearly seeing stars.
"God, yes, don't-don't stop," gasped, finding the rhythm with his hips. "God, so good…" It was too much, too intense, and Harry was losing his mind. He couldn't breathe. He could only feel, and he felt the world spinning around him. He knew he wasn't going to last.
When Draco gripped his cock and started pumping it with each inward thrust, Harry knew that he was fighting a losing battle.
"So fucking tight, Harry. So sweet-Jesus." Draco whispered as he plunged into Harry again and again.
Harry felt himself exploding before he could even wrap his mind around it enough to say something. Wave after wave broke over him, his entire body seizing up in pleasure, and he opened his eyes long enough to see Draco's face as he came mere moments later, mouth open and head thrown back like a wild animal.
As the aftershocks faded, Draco collapsed onto Harry, nipping at the nape of his neck and sighing in contentment.
"God, Harry," he said, shivering a little in the cool air. "Please don't leave me. Don't ever leave me."
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the other boy, kissing his forehead gently.
"I'll never leave you," he promised. "Never."