A/N This is for Alyssandra Wolfe and TheGingerbreadMan15 for following this through...Enjoy
Draco stepped from the coach and gazed up at the Manor. Even in day light it still looked slightly menacing and very intimidating. Draco sighed and made his way up the steps and reached to open the door in front of him. As he touched the handle, it was wrenched down and the door was thrown open to reveal Kinks, his personal house elf. The elf had gotten its name due to the kinks it had twisted in its tea towel.
'Master Draco, it is a pleasure for you to be visiting again sir.' Draco nodded in confirmation and handed the elf his cloak. Kinks took it and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall by the door. 'Master Lucius is ordering me to be bringing you to the main drawing room sir.' Draco nodded again and followed the elf.
'Kinks,' Draco knelt just before they entered the room and looked into the elf's large eyes. 'Is he mad?'
The eyes widened and Draco felt his heart sink. The elf had been told not to reveal anything, Kinks' eyes always widened when he didn't know what to say. Draco stood and composed himself before allowing Kinks to open the door for him.
'Draco!' His mother cried upon seeing him. Elegantly, she rushed over to him and drew him into a hug until a cough separated them. Lucius Malfoy had his back to them, facing out the window, but he could still tell his wife was hugging his son. He inwardly shuddered at the show of affection; it only showed weakness in his eyes. Turning he greeted Draco with the customary nod and gestured to the table in the middle of the room.
'Tea Draco.' It was more of a command than a request and Draco took the seat he often occupied when he was home. His mother had retreated back into the repressed woman she was around her husband and dutifully poured the tea. Draco could feel the apprehension growing as Lucius sat down himself and helped himself to a scone.
'Father…' Lucius cut him off with a raise of his hand. Draco fell silent and fiddled with the edge of the table cloth. He was dreading this now. Lucius finished his scone and stood and walked over to the window.
'I was sent something that was of great interest to me.' Draco closed his eyes. That damn picture. At the memory of what they had exactly been doing, Draco flushed red while Narcissa hid a smile. 'Trigsy.' A young elf appeared at Lucius' elbow with a pale envelope. Lucius accepted the envelope and Trigsy disappeared with a resounding crack. Lucius opened the envelope and passed the sole content to Draco. Draco accepted it and gazed down at it. His jaw dropped open at what it contained. Harry and he were standing with their arms around each other kissing each other soundly and looking thoroughly in love. Draco felt the bottom of his stomach drop. He couldn't love Harry it wouldn't be fair on the Boy Wonder and Draco wasn't gay.
'Father, I-'
'It doesn't matter what you were doing or even why. It only matters where. Don't you realise that anybody could have walked by you – one person did! Just thank Merlin they only took one picture and sent it to me, Heaven knows what we would have done if the press had got wind of it. You're a Malfoy Draco, and even Malfoys experiment but even so they do it in private – not in an entrance when anyone could walk in and see them! Do you realise what would have happened if the Dark Lord had found or even seen a copy of it? I'll tell you what, he'd have used you. He would have used you just to get to the Potter brat-'
'He isn't a brat!' Draco yelled out and jumped to his feet. Lucius looked taken back but carried on.
'Then he would have just used and abused this family and mocked us constantly for your infatuation-'
'It's not an infatuation!' Draco cried out and then bit his lip. Lucius' lips thinned into a line.
'Draco Malfoy I did not raise you to yell at your elders! Once was a slip up but twice and not even in the space of five minutes is unacceptable. You will remove yourself from my presence until you are deemed reasonable to talk with me once more.' Draco inclined his head in his father's direction and swept from the room, calling for Kinks as he left. Narcissa folded her hands in her lap as Lucius paced up and down in front of her.
'Lucius, dear, maybe I should talk to him.' Narcissa approached her husband and placed a hand on his shoulder. Lucius turned to her and pulled her into his arms. This was not weakness he reasoned, no one could see it and even if they did it wouldn't matter as he and Narcissa were married – it was expected. But Draco and Harry kissing in a hallway? Where any one could walk in? That wasn't acceptable.
'It's just; oh I don't know what it is Cissy. I suppose I want him to be strong and I don't want him hurt. He's expected to take over this house hold and I'm not sure loving Potter will help.' Narcissa allowed herself to smile.
'So you agree then?' Lucius pulled back from her to look at her quizzically.
'Believe what?'
'That he loves Potter.' Lucius' confused look cleared and he replaced his head on Narcissa's.
'One can ignore what is in front of him but Lucius Malfoy will not. Potter is an imbecile I will give him that but he has won my son's heart and that is not an easy feat. I do not like the fact he chose Potter but I will accept it. True, I would prefer to have him marry that Parkinson girl but she does look like a pug.'
'Lucius you cannot say that!' Narcissa giggled.
'I was always brought up to tell the truth.' Lucius countered. 'Draco may love Potter but if Potter so much as plucks a platinum hair from my boy's hair I will A.K him.' Narcissa smiled. This was all the acceptance she would wring from her husband.
'I'll go tell him.' She made her way to the door but was called back by Lucius.
'Cissy,' the woman waited by the door but tilted her head to show she was listening. 'Don't let him know I agree with it, I want to make him prove he loves Harry by admitting it himself and going against me. After all, love stops for no one.' Narcissa nodded and left the room.
Draco flung himself onto the bed and groaned. He had defended Potter. Twice! He had even interrupted his father to do so. But that was irrelevant. He had defended Potter. What was happening to him? Draco punched the pillow but it did not soothe his frustration. Why did he care so much if Potter was offended by his father's remarks it was not as if he cared for him. But even Draco knew this was a lie. He knew he was in love with Harry he just had to ring his father around to the idea. This earned another groan from the blonde haired boy.
His father did not like Potter, let alone like the fact that the boy loved his son and was loved in return. Draco was expected to take over the family, have a wife and produce lots of screaming babies. Great. Draco pummelled the pillow trying to get rid of his frustration when he heard a knock at his door. Sitting up, he rearranged his hear and robes and stood to open the door.
'Mother?' Draco stepped aside to let the tall woman enter his room. 'What brings you here?' It was a rare occasion when Narcissa ventured into her sons room. She entered gracefully and sat in one of the chairs Draco's room offered.
'I have come to talk about Mister Potter.' Draco rolled his eyes. Perfect. Narcissa ignored the rolling of eyes and gestured for her son to take the seat opposite her. As he sat she folded her hands in her lap. 'You understand Draco that being gay in the Wizarding world is not frowned upon.'
'I'm not-' Draco fell silent as his mother raised a hand.
'You are Draco, I am your mother and I notice these things even if you don't. I still don't understand why you are denying it. I know Potter loves you, it said he had told you so in the letter we received along with the picture, but I do not understand why you pushed that love aside. Love is a wondrous thing in our world my darling and you're lucky to have someone to love you. Be them man or woman, human or vela, love has the same value in every culture and you're being a fool pushing it aside. I am a Malfoy as are you but I was not always one. Before I met your father, I was a Black and it restricted me. I could not have what I wanted and I had so many marriage suitors falling at my feet it's a wonder I never tripped. Your father rescued me. I refused to court him but he persisted and I relented. We became engaged and fell in love Draco. We have the love that is so wonderful it makes your heart burst. One day I said to him, 'I refused you yet you still persisted to pursue me, why?' and he replied, 'A Malfoy always goes after what he wants''
'But-' Narcissa cut Draco off before he could protest.
'Let me finish. Your father does not like the idea of you and Potter courting due to the emotional trap you may find yourself in. Yet he was the one who taught me that Malfoys always go after what they want. You want Potter Draco and you need to stop denying it. Are you enough of a Malfoy to go after what you want and defy your father? Or are you willing to spend a life thinking 'What if?''
Having said her piece, Narcissa rose and left the room, leaving Draco to think. Draco sat in the chair for six long hours thinking about what his mother had said. He did want Potter, he'd be a fool not to but did he love him? Draco thought about it and he remembered. He remembered how Harry's touch brought goose bumps to the surface of his skin. He remembered how Harry pressed butterfly kisses along his shoulder to wake him when he slept. He remembered how Harry had felt inside him and how he had felt so complete at that moment. He remembered how Harry was the only one who would make him feel calm even when his heart was racing. Draco remembered when he fell in love with Harry. Harry had smiled at him and then pulled him to meet his lips in a hesitant but dominating kiss and Draco felt as if his heart would burst. Draco stood and made his way to the window thinking over his new revelation.
He, Draco Malfoy, was in love with Harry. Not Harry Potter. Just Harry. And he had chucked him away. Draco cursed and turned on his heel and stalked from his room in search of his father. He found him in the drawing room sharing a brandy with his mother.
'Father?' Lucius looked up at Draco. 'I'm in love with Harry. I don't care what you do or what you say but I am not changing my feelings. I can't change my feelings I love him too much.' Draco missed the smile his parents shared as he continued rambling. 'I know he's the enemy of the Dark Lord but I don't care. I know you want me to enrol with the Dark Lord but I can't…I won't. I want to enrol with Harry. Harry is my world and even though he won't want me back I want him…and a Malfoy always goes after what he wants.' Lucius rose and strode over to his son. Draco looked up at his father and almost fainted from shock when Lucius pulled him into his arms.
'Finally. I thought you would let this Potter boy escape from you but I'm glad you didn't. You love him too much. I made my mistakes in life and I am now paying for that but I won't let my family do so. Return to Hogwarts and tell Potter of your feelings. Once you sort everything out, return here with the boy and introduce us formally. Go Draco, before he slips away.' Draco pulled out of his father's embrace and, with an incline of the head to both parents, left the room and called Kinks to pack for him.
Narcissa watched him leave with a smile on her face; this was going to be interesting.
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Draco made his way up the stairs, heading towards the Gryffindor tower, with a smile on his face – he was getting Harry. As he stopped in front of the portrait which Theo had told him was the entrance to Gryffindor tower, Draco faltered…what if Harry didn't want him? Throwing that thought to the side, Draco turned to the woman in the portrait.
'Madam, it would help me immensely if you were to let me into the tower which you conceal.' The fat lady looked at him before giggling.
'Finally, someone with manners,' she said though her giggles. 'but I can't help you dear as you are not of the house whose tower I guard.' Draco rolled his eyes.
'But I have business with someone of that house.' The lady's eyes narrowed.
'Then maybe you should take up that business where you are both allowed to tread.' Draco sighed.
'Look, I need to get into that tower to tell someone a very important message and if I don't do it I'll…'
'Malfoy?' Draco whipped around to see Harry standing there with Ron and Hermione. He smiled at the fat lady and turned to the three teens.
'Harry, I need to talk to you about something.' Draco took a step towards him but was blocked by Ron.
'Back off Ferret.' Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder and the ginger haired boy turned to face him.
'It's okay Ron, I'll give him five minutes. You go ahead, I'll be there in five minutes.' Ron huffed and glared at Draco before going through the portrait with Hermione. 'Make it quick Draco.'
'I love you.' Harry looked taken back, then resigned.
'Very funny, what a barrel of laughs.' He made to go past Draco but the blonde haired boy grabbed his arm.
'I'm not joking, I really do love you.' Harry sighed.
'These past few weeks have been ever so slightly hard for me Draco and I'm tired of your games.'
'Games?' Draco echoed.
'Yes games, you tried getting me in situations where I could have taken advantage of you and almost let me occasionally just to make me see what I would be missing. I'm sick of it. Then you turn around and claim you love me when you have been denying it for weeks. Did you think it would be an easy way for me to bed you?'
'No Harry, I really do.'
'Then prove it.' Harry shrugged out of Draco's grip and went into the Gryffindor tower leaving one confused Malfoy behind. Draco stood there for a few minutes before coming to his sense. If Harry wanted him to prove it, prove it he shall. Setting off in the direction of the Slytherin dungeons, Draco came up with many plans to woo the Gryffindor he loved.
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On Monday morning when the post owls arrived, Harry was surprised to see a large tawny one offering its leg to him. Frowning, he took the lilac paper rolling and fed the owl a piece of bacon. Once the owl took off, Harry unrolled the paper to reveal a lilac rose with a tag attached to it. Reading the tag didn't reveal much, just who it was from.
'Who's 'D'?' Hermione leaned over and plucked the rose from Harry's grip to examine the tag.
'No one.' Harry plucked it back. Hermione grinned. She'd get it out of him soon.
'Well it's someone who cares about you.' When Harry looked at her blankly, she rolled her eyes. She turned to Neville, 'Neville, seeing as you're an ace at Herbology, please tell Harry about the rose he's holding.' Neville grinned and moved so he was sitting opposite Harry so he could hear him.
'Lilac roses represent love at first sight or the beginning of true feelings. This 'D' is serious - if it were just someone with a crush they'd have given you a red rose for passion. That and the fact they didn't know or didn't bother looking up rose colours.'
'Well this could have just been picked from a flower shop.'
'Nope, sorry Harry, they're quite expensive more than red roses and the others. This person is serious.' Harry groaned and put his head in his arms on the table. Draco had won Hermione and Neville over by simply buying him a lilac rose. That was all he needed.
On Tuesday the same owl came to Harry but this time he held a piece of deep red paper rolled up. Harry unravelled it to reveal a closed red rose. Hermione squealed next to him. Harry turned to look at her.
'Okay feel free to analyse.' Hermione beamed and took the rose looking at it in awe along with Neville, who also explained about the rose.
'Pink symbolises elegance and poetic romance but without the seriousness of red – Harry this 'D' really cares if he's sending symbolising roses.' Harry just grunted and turned back to his breakfast.
The week continued in that way with Harry receiving gifts from 'D' and Hermione analysing them. On Wednesday he got a box of chocolate frogs which Hermione said the person sending them took time to notice Harry's favourite chocolate. They came with a yellow rose which Neville told him symbolised friendship and jealousy. On Thursday he received a subscription for Quidditch Weekly which 'D' claimed he would pay for himself. Hermione said this was sweet and 'D' obviously knew Harry well enough to get him something he'd appreciate. This came with a closed red rose. Both Hermione and Neville were excited by this.
'Harry this is getting serious!' Hermione had exclaimed.
'She's right you know Harry,' Neville added, 'Red symbolises passion mostly but not this one. This is a true red which is used between lovers, meaning you've encountered this person more than once. It's still a bud so as the petals are not open meaning that the love being expressed is new and the person has only just realised they love you. Harry this is getting serious mate.' Harry had just stared at it blankly. To him a rose was a rose.
On Friday he received a recipe for Treacle Tart which he loved but tried to hide the fact he did. Hermione smiled and explained that this 'D' was making a real effort and the least Harry could do was show the presents were appreciated. The recipe came with a single white rose and a single purple rose, which Harry found out the purple symbolised eternal love and the white symbolised loyalty. Draco was making this hard for him. Harry sighed. There was a longer note on the white rose promising Harry he would reveal himself on Saturday. Hermione and Neville had squealed over this and started guessing who it was. Unsurprisingly they didn't come close. On Saturday he received nothing. He was quite thankful because he was getting exasperated from the gifts and the roses.
It wasn't that he didn't like the gifts, it was that it wasn't showing Harry anything. All it was, was Draco splashing his money about in a bid to get him into bed. Harry loved Draco but he wouldn't sleep with him again until he was sure Draco loved him in return. He couldn't risk getting hurt. He wasn't sure why Draco had picked him but he knew he wouldn't change it for the world and he wanted to keep Draco for himself. But Harry knew that if Draco loved him it would be perfect but if he didn't then Harry wouldn't do it. He didn't want to be used and abused by Draco, he had enough of that in his life, and he just wanted to be loved in return and treated like a loved one should be. If Draco couldn't do that then Draco couldn't have Harry.
Harry passed his Saturday playing Quidditch and catching up on homework. When dinner arrived he sighed and went to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. Sitting down at the Gryffindor table Harry looked over at the Slytherin table to start when he realised Draco wasn't there.
'Jumpy mate?' Ron plonked himself in the empty seat next to Harry and helped himself to the chicken pie in front of him. 'Lovely, chicken. So yeah, what's got you so jumpy?' Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Honestly Ronald are you a hermit?' Ron looked at her blankly. 'Hermit? Person who doesn't get out much. You. Harry's 'D' is going to expose himself tonight.' Harry felt a trickle of perspiration trickle down his back. Was Draco being serious? Would he actually risk everything for Harry?
'Who's D?' Ron looked around and shrugged at Hermione's scowl before turning back to his food. Harry looked around the Hall and saw Draco enter and gesture to his cronies. The butch boys left for Slytherin table while Draco headed for the Gryffindor one. A hush fell over the Hall and Harry turned and faced the table trying to ignore the effect Draco was having on him. His heart was racing and Draco hadn't even said anything yet.
'Harry,' the boy in question looked up as if seeing Draco for the first time. 'I have something I've wanted to tell you for a while now.' Draco took a breath as the silence of the Hall intensified. Here goes. 'For a year now we've been meeting up and having sex and it was all done under the radar.' Gasps emitted all over the Hall and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. 'No one knew and it was the way we liked it, fun with no strings attached. But a little over a month ago you told me you loved me and I left you in return. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Truth is you scared me, no one has ever told me they loved me before, not like you did and it scared me that the person who did was the one person I was expected to hate. So I ran. Two people saw what I did was wrong and they tried to amend my mistakes by giving us opportunities in which I would be able to see how much I loved you. But I ignored them and carried on convincing myself that I didn't love you. My father found out what we were doing and summoned me home immediately and once there, he laid a few things out for me but I didn't listen. I told him I loved you and he told me to come and get you. You denied me last week and told me to prove it so I sent the roses and gifts. It wasn't until Wednesday that I realised they wouldn't win you over. I had to come out about us to show you how serious I am about this.' Draco turned to face the silent Hall. I love Harry Potter.' He declared in a ringing voice. He turned back to Harry with a smile on his face. 'I love you.'
Harry opened his mouth but Hermione got there first.
'Do you really think that will cover it all?' She asked. Draco shrugged.
'Well Plan B was…I love you Harry so get over here so I drag you from here and Fuck you 'til you scream.' Draco smiled sweetly and Harry felt the full affect of the words go straight to his groin. Man he was hard. Hermione shrugged at Draco and he took it for her acceptance. Ron was just gaping at him. Draco extended his hand to Harry. 'Come on Harry, have dinner with me in my dorm.' Harry blushed deeply, and he grew harder still.
'I can't.' He whispered. Draco frowned.
'What do you mean 'can't' everyone knows about us so it's not as if you have to hide it.' Harry groaned, his erection was not going, but growing instead.
'I know and I would love to leave with you but I can't.' Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Harry under the armpits and heaved him off his arse and dragged his legs over the bench ignoring his protest. He set Harry on his feet and did a quick sweep of his body then smirked as Hermione burst into giggles. The silence grew still as everyone saw exactly why Harry couldn't stand.
'Harry's got a boner!' Was yelled across the hall and Harry blushed as Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him from the hall. Upon reaching the door, Draco turned back.
'Yeah he does and it's all mine!' He called into the silence and winked before leaving with Harry. Several things happened following that statement, several girls burst into tears over losing the two hottest boys in the school, other girls giggled, the boys paled, first years looked confused, the teachers blushed and Ron fainted.
Draco pushed Harry into his dorm and reached under the table in the room and pulled out a piece of rolled up red paper. He pushed t at Harry who took it. He unravelled it to reveal a red rose it full bloom. Harry looked at Draco who was blushing.
'The res colour is used between lovers and the full bloom mean 'I still love you.' I do Harry – I really love you.' Harry looked into Draco's eyes and saw the truth there before placing the rose on the table and looking back at Draco.
'I love you too.' He said softly.
Draco pushed him against the door and pressed their lips together, heart jumping at being reunited. Harry kissed back fiercely and opened his mouth to allow Draco's tongue to invade his mouth but challenging it for domination. Harry won and flipped them so Draco was on the door and made short work of Draco's shirt and latched himself onto the neck offered to him. Draco groaned and buried his hands in Harry's hair and switched them so Harry would be pinned against the door. It didn't go according to plan and they both ended on the floor in a tangle of limbs with Draco on top who quickly straddled Harry.
'Result!' He cried. Harry opened his mouth but Draco kissed him before he could say anything. Harry groaned into the kiss and Draco kissed his way down his neck swapping between kissing and nibbling. He bit down on Harry's skin and sucked bringing the vessels below to the surface and essentially marking Harry as his. Harry hissed below him and Draco realised that he was still fully dressed. Snaking one hand between them, Draco swiftly unbuttoned Harry's shirt and eased it over the shoulders before slinging it to one side. Draco pressed their bodies together and slowly continued downwards with his exploring kisses. He kissed his way across Harry's chest and took a nipple between his teeth, nipping it slightly, Draco took it in his mouth and began mercilessly teasing Harry who was bucking beneath him. Draco drew his mouth from the nipple and switched his attention to the other nipple, holding Harry's bucking hips down with his hands. Before Harry let himself go too much, Draco continued down ward and reached the waist band of Harry's trousers. He stopped his exploration and grinned up at Harry.
'Well, well what will I find in here?' He teased.
'Draco…please…' Draco grinned widely and tugged Harry's trousers over his hips and down his legs leaving him there with just his boxers on. Harry's erect cock was stretching his boxers to the limit and there was a damp patch due to the precum leaking out from it. Draco smiled and drew Harry into a long kiss. Breaking it off and winking, Draco slid the boxers off and sat back on his heels to look at Harry under him, frantic and horny. He smiled softly. This was his. He bent back down and took Harry deep into his mouth. Harry instinctively bucked and Draco almost choked. Shaking his head minutely, Draco got on with it. Sweeping his tongue around the base, he fondled Harry's balls and felt the raven haired boy come closer to coming. Draco felt the pressure building and hummed. This sent Harry over the edge and he came hard into Draco's mouth. Draco swallowed and wiped his mouth. Laughing he drew himself up level with Harry.
'Like that?' He raised an eyebrow. Harry pounced on him, pinning him to the ground and fiddling with his belt buckle. Draco helped him with it and shimmied out of his pants. Draco was hard and Harry pushed his boxers down, freeing his hardness. Harry gripped Draco's member and slowly stroked it, feeling himself getting hard again. Before Draco had chance to come, Harry flipped them over and summoned the lube. He lay against Draco's back so his mouth was near Draco's ear.
'I'm going to make love to you Draco, nice and slowly so you'll never leave and always know how much I love you too.' Draco almost came at those words but Harry slid one lube covered finger into him and Draco arched into the floor. Harry slowly pushed the finger back and forth and added another one, scissoring Draco. Draco began muttering under his breath about paying a boy wonder back and Harry smirked as he added another finger. Draco flipped them, keeping Harry's fingers in him so he could look at Harry. Harry looked down and bit his lip, Draco was going to make him come before he had chance to follow through with his promise. Deciding Draco was prepared enough, Harry reached for the lube. He stopped when Draco grabbed his hand.
'Let me.' Was all he said before squirting some lube onto his hands. Harry swallowed as Draco slid his hands over his penis and covered Harry in the slippery substance. 'There we go.' Draco smiled and Harry felt his heart flip. He'd fallen hard for him. Smiling Harry pushed himself into Draco and screwed up his eyes to stop himself from coming. He stayed there for a while until Draco bucked his hips urging him to move. Harry took the point and pulled out to thrust back in. Draco moaned as Harry hit the right spot and raised his hips to meet Harry's thrusts. They set a rhythm that was neither too fast nor too slow but was enough to get rid of the sexual tension that had built and remind each other that they were making love and not randomly fucking. It had more meaning. Harry's hand found Draco's cock again and he stroked it forcefully, matching the thrusts he was driving into Draco.
'Harry?' Harry looked down at Draco. 'I love you.' That was the undoing for Harry as he came hard inside the blonde boy and was vaguely aware of Draco coming too as he let his orgasm consume him. Harry collapsed onto Draco and caught his breath as he pulled out of Draco and Draco cast a quick scourgify on them. Harry rolled over and buried his face in Draco's neck, placing small kisses there.
'I love you Draco.' He said it with such meaning that Draco could feel it running through his veins.
'I love you too.' Harry smiled and nuzzled into his neck. 'Oh Harry, now we're an item, you have to meet my father.' Harry pulled back and looked at Draco.
'What?!'
A/N So that is the last chapter! Review and tell me if you want a sequel and wether it should just be a one shot or whatever - let me know :D
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