Granger's Café
Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Other pairings: Ron/Hermione. Sirius/Remus. Lucius/Astoria. Lucius/Ginny [implied]. Teddy/James.
Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.
Chapter Forty-Five:
Peace At Last
Astoria told them not to fuss but when Draco and Harry had set their minds to something, she knew that she wouldn't be able to get a word in edge-ways. She even smiled fondly as they escorted her and their daughter home to the apartments above the cafe. Since they had moved into Harry's apartment, Astoria was moving into the second bedroom that had, up until that point, been used as a junk room. Hermione had given Harry permission to move all of his and Draco's junk into the attic and clear the room out for Astoria to use. She didn't mind. She was more than happy with the arrangement and sent a bouquet of flowers to Hermione as a thank you.
The room itself was a deep shade of lavender and looked soothing as Astoria hobbled inside, and collapsed daintily on the bed, curling up and murmuring an apology through a yawn. Her eyes looked heavy and shadowed. Draco took a few steps into the room whilst Harry bounced their baby girl in his arms and watched as Draco brushed a thin strand of Astoria's dark hair out of her closed eyes and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. He felt something twist inside him, but that was immediately washed away when his gaze dropped down to the baby's soft petal-pink features.
He couldn't help but listen to his own heart skipping a beat as he was flooded with an over-whelming affection for the child. It was the way he had felt the first few times he'd held Lily. She was the sweetest little girl, and he just knew that the boys' and Lily would fall in love with her, just like he had. He looked back up at Astoria and how Draco was smoothing her hair down as her eyelids fluttered closed, her hand resting on the soft pillows. He couldn't possibly be jealous, could he? He always felt quite strong when it came to himself and Draco, but looking in on the estranged couple just a few feet away, it looked like Draco was finally being the 'strong' one. And it wasn't to him.
He shook his head.
He knew he was being silly. Even as he rocked the sleeping girl in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a little envious that he was too 'strong' for him to really need Draco's support. That didn't mean he didn't want it. He wanted to feel like he had the support. Draco knew he had Harry's support. It was a given. But Harry really wanted to feel like that, if he felt broken or down-hearted, Draco would be there to support him. He drew in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He tore his eyes away, turned his back and walked over to the living room where he sat down on the edge of the sofa and pressed a kiss to the little girls' forehead. "Sweet girl," he breathed.
A light click seemed to resonate throughout the apartment.
Harry looked up to see Draco standing just outside the spare bedroom door. "Is everything okay?" he asked in a soft voice as he bounced the little girl into a sweet slumber.
Draco nodded and ran a hand over his eyes, "Yeah," he sighed heavily and then dropped his arm to his side, "She's exhausted. Going to sleep for a little while." He looked up at Harry, "That doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah that sounds like a good idea." Easing himself off of the sofa and shuffling over to slip the baby into Draco's waiting arms. "Why don't you put the little one in her cot, and I'll get the bed warm for us?"
Draco gave a twitch of the lips that barely passed for a smile. They turned away from one another. Harry went back around into their bedroom and Draco ducked back into Astoria's room, where he placed the sleeping baby into the cot in the corner of the room. He made sure that she was safely relaxed on her back, the blankets tucked in securely. He lingered for moment, watching her sleep. She really was beautiful, with her mother's tuft of dark hair sitting like a little cloud on the top of her head. He turned away from the cot and walked over to the bed where he brushed a stray strand of hair out of his wife's face, "I love you sweetheart. You were a wonderful wife."
Smiling in the doorway at Astoria's peaceful features, he bowed his head and left the room.
Harry was curled up underneath the duvet when Draco entered their bedroom, the sunlight pushing up against the heavy curtains that were drawn across the window. Draco closed the bedroom door and drifted to 'his' side of the room, fiddling with his buttons as he did so. His shift drifted off of his shoulders, slid down his arms and fluttered to the floor. He stepped out of his trousers, ran a hand through his hair and let out a soft sigh. He perched himself on the edge of the bed and slumped over his knees, feeling his muscles twinge at the angle.
The hush of the duvet shifting behind him and then a cool pair of strong hands splaying over the planes of his back momentarily shocked him. His breath hitched and his muscles quivered at the familiarity of the touch. The cool touch of Harry's cheek against his shoulder makes him swallow hard. Tan arms wound around his waist and drew him back slightly. "Harry," he breathed.
A soft kiss was pressed to his throat. He swallowed and closed his eyes as he tilted his head back. He hummed softly as Harry's hands drifted over his torso and down to the waistband of his boxers. He felt himself being guided backwards to lie flat on the bed. Then all of sudden his view of the ceiling was compromised for a view of Harry's blue striped boxes as he crawled over the length of Draco's body, fumbled around with the blonde's boxers and took the head of his cock into his mouth. Draco gasped at the soft heat of Harry's mouth as the brunette's tongue flicked over his slit. He felt his body tremble as his boxers were pushed down past his knees and Harry took his hardening cock deeper down his throat. "H-Harry ... What are you doing?" he gasped as Harry's fingertips traced his balls.
Harry licked the end of Draco's dick and felt himself strain against his boxers, "You've had a lot on your mind lately. I wanted to give you something to take your mind off of it for a little while."
Draco swallowed thickly, "B-but Astoria's just in the next room."
"She's fast asleep," Harry countered as he slowly slid his fingers up and down Draco's dick, making the blonde squirm underneath him, "I'll be quick, if you're that worried."
Draco didn't know what to say and soon any coherent thought drifted out of his mind as he watched Harry's cock grow harder and harder above his face, and feel his hot wet mouth enveloping his cock, sucking up the pre-cum that dribbled down his length and massaged his balls until every part of him ached down there. He really wanted to feel Harry inside him. He needed to have some release. Biting down on his lips he reached up and shifted Harry's boxers down over his arse so that his own erection bobbed free. He angled Harry's dick, tilted his head backwards and then started to suck hungrily on his lover. Harry moaned softly, the vibrations feeling amazing on Draco's erection. "Harry?"
"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked as he fisted his cock.
"Can you ... prep me?" he gasped.
Harry's hand stopped and it sent Draco a shiver down to his balls. "Are you sure?"
"Please Harry! Please! I need you inside me!" the blonde man panted, as he awkwardly jerked his lover off. He barely had time to draw a proper breath before he felt Harry's hot tongue circling his anus, darting in and out smoothly, and a fingertip slipping in and out to widen him. He moaned and trembled as Harry widened him enough to slide a second finger inside, scissoring a little to make sure Draco was wider enough for him.
In a quick motion Harry was off of Draco and sat down beside the blonde on the edge of the bed. He patted his naked lap, "Climb on up then," he smirked before leaning forward and drawing him into a long, lingering kiss that made more pre-cum drip down the length of Draco's cock. As the blonde man slid off of the bed, Harry spat onto his dick and lathered himself up properly.
Draco leaned over Harry and eased his legs apart on either side of Harry's thighs. He felt Harry's fingers teasing his entrance, and guiding him as he propped his head at Draco's arse. The normal sting Draco felt shot up his spine but he pushed it to the back of his mind and slowly eased himself down Harry's thick length. A loud moan rumbled out of Draco's throat as he settled down, fully nestled on Harry's cock. The brunette man grinned at how tight his lover was, the hot, tight heat clenched and unclenching around his shaft.
"Does that feel good baby?" Harry breathed as he nibbled up Draco's throat.
Draco nodded and then pushed Harry backwards to lie down on the bed. He watched as Harry shifted his hips, burying himself even deeper into Draco's body. Once he was readjusted, Draco curled his knees up and slowly started to rock his hips, riding Harry into the mattress and feeling that sweet spot getting rubbed over and over, making his muscles wind tighter inside him. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead as Harry's fingers gripped into his hips and thrust upwards, their rhythms falling in-sync and getting faster and faster.
Harry dropped his head back and moaned loudly as their hips rocked together, burying himself deeper inside Draco and making him his. "H-Harry?" Draco moaned out, "C-can you do me from behind?" he panted heavily as he slumped over to press sloppy kisses along the brunette's neck and chest.
Harry could only nod as he watched Draco slowly slide off of his dick. As he shifted off of the bed he watched as the blonde bent over the edge of the bed, his beautifully pale arse gleaming in the dim afternoon light. He was sweaty and panting heavily, his blonde hair beautifully mussed up, but all he seemed to care about was having Harry inside him, filling him up as quickly as possible. He whimpered as he felt Harry's hand on his thighs, guiding him back onto the tip of his cock. "OH Harry!" he whined as felt Harry's cock slide inside him once again. He was close, he didn't know how much longer he could last as he reached around and stroked fiercely at Draco's dripping dick.
Harry reached up and slowly raked his nails lightly down the alabaster planes of Draco's sculpted back, making the blonde tremble and arch back into his thrusts. Harry ground his teeth together. He was drawing closer to the edge. He was sure to spill over the edge and cum a little too soon. He panted heavily. He felt so excited, his heart hammering in his ears as the build up finally exploded through him, and he spilled his seed deep into Draco's body. He grunted and moaned out loud. He didn't make any moves to slide out of Draco. Instead the blonde clenched his buttocks tightly along with the rest of his muscles as Harry pumped his dick until a warm jet of cum shot out over Harry's fist and dribbling down onto the duvet cover.
"Oh Harry!" Draco panted as his body collapsed onto the sticky covers, his muscles relaxing at long last as he dropped down onto the bed, forcing Harry's softening cock to slip out of him completely. He shuddered at the loss of contact, bundling the duvet underneath his head and burying his sweaty face in it. He gasped a little as he felt the cool, dampness of Harry's body easing down on top of him. He exhaled softly as he felt Harry's tan arms wrap around him and the sticky wetness of the cum dripping between his thighs. "A-amazing Harry," Draco breathed softly, a shiver running down his spine.
Harry smiled against Draco's skin and pressed soft kisses over his lovers shoulders blades, "Do you feel more relaxed?"
"Relaxed and sticky," Draco mumbled through the cover. He smiled tiredly as he felt Harry grin against his back. "Are you alright? Do you feel better?"
Harry squeezed the blonde man tighter, "I wanted to make you feel better, moron. Do you?"
"Much," Draco turned over, dislodging Harry so that he could shift onto his back. He framed Harry's face with his hands and smiled softly. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the onslaught of sleep burrowing into his mind. He pulled Harry back down on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep.
"Oh no you don't, I'm not sleeping in half-dry cum, thank you!" Harry masked a yawn as he reached over for his wand and spelling the mess away. "There, now we can sleep."
They shifted about in underneath the new clean covers and shifted so that Draco was nestled in between Harry's legs, the tan arms wrapped around his back and holing him close. It made the blonde feel as though he were loved and cared for. He knew that no matter what, their new little family would be safe and protected. And most of all, loved.
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Astoria woke up with a nauseated stomach as the smell of freshly cooked Chinese take-away drifted underneath her bedroom door. She rubbed at her sore head and looked around the room. It was softly coloured with lavender walls and the warm golden sun cast slants across the far wall over her daughters cot. No, not her daughters. Harry's and Draco's. I soft weight tugged at her heart. She had spent so long crying in St. Mungo's. Far too long. Her days had seemed long, and endless, and drowning in her own bleak tears.
She raked her hair out of her eyes and looked down at the sheets pooled around her. She was wasting away, she could feel it every time she moved. Her clothes were practically wearing her. She didn't like that feeling. She let out a soft sigh and cast a glance over at the cot. The baby didn't stir, but kept on sleeping peacefully. She shifted out of the bed and wobbled over to the long mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. She grimaced at her reflection. She shook her head slightly, this just wouldn't do.
She slid herself out of her cotton nightdress and let it drift to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it to one side. She opened her wardrobe and scanned the heavy silk dresses and the ballgowns that she'd had packed into the enhanced space. None of them were appropriate for what she had in mind. And then she saw it.
It was so simple and beautiful; it was the finest silk woven out of unicorn hair and draped over her elegantly, making her look almost ethereal, like she would drift away in the slightest breeze. Her breath hitched whenever she looked at it. It was perfect! Feeling the warmth of the sunshine on her back she slipped the dress off its hanger and eased it on over her head. The silk hushed around her as it settled on her narrowed frame, and clung to the underside of her breasts and the soft rounded muscles of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and grimaced at how pale and unattractive her face looked.
That wouldn't do at all.
She settled down at her dressing table and slowly began to apply a soft hue of golden-peach to her high cheekbones and the hollow of her neck. She did her eyes with a soft shadow and brushed her hair until she was convinced it was gleaming. She slid a few little pearly pins to keep her locks in place, stood up and smooth her dress down and exhaled softly as she stood before the full length mirror. A smile graced her soft petal pink lips. "Beautiful," she breathed and felt a weight lift off of her chest.
She edged towards the cot and tickled the soft, round cheek of the baby girl and smiled. "Sweet girl," she murmured and then drifted back over to her bed.
She laid down on the softly rumpled sheets after straightening them as best as her weak arms could muster, before flaring out her dress and fanning out her hair. She felt so beautiful at that moment. That's all she wanted. To sleep for a little long whilst feeling at her most beautiful, in her wedding dress. She stared over at the cot and smiled, "Goodnight sweet girl."
And then she closed her eyes to sleep.
A/N: I know it's been a while since I last updated but I'm hoping this mixture of emotions makes up for it. R&R!