A/n: Well, it seems to be kinda turning into a whole story, for real. There's that. You may ask yourself, "kiz is this going to be like CIPO again?" And I might respond, "it might be, my guy, it might be." (No beta.) ~ kiz
"You really shouldn't indulge him like that, Draco." Harry shook his head as Teddy, who was on Draco's shoulder, let out a happy squeal at the fact Draco said they could go through the aquarium.
"If I wasn't here you wouldn't let him walk through the aquarium?" Draco asked, giving Harry a look.
Harry chuckled, "of course we would have, just not for the third time in a row."
Draco huffed, "you're only young once, Potter."
Harry looked at Draco, it wasn't the first time he had said them. He had said them the other night at dinner, and then the following morning when they took Teddy to school and Teddy begged Draco to come over to play cars later in the week, and Friday night when Draco had watched the children's movie for the second time.
Harry agreed with the sentiment, but as a single father he couldn't always indulge the boy, he couldn't always give in. Life didn't work that way, at all.
"You're right," he agreed, "but we both give into his every demand then I'm going to have one spoiled child on my hand."
"Then you be the bad guy," Draco smiled, looking straight ahead as they walked. Teddy with his hands on his hair as he giggled and talked about what they were seeing. "I'm the good one."
Harry felt himself grinning, and relaxed as they walked. Draco had his hand on his lower back, pressed firmly there as they moved through the aquarium for the third time, and Harry found he didn't mind. At all. They were in a muggle place, so they weren't noticed anymore than the average person. Harry liked that, he liked the feeling. It was easy, easier than Harry ever thought it would be. Trying to invite someone into their life.
Worrisome, but easy. Or, maybe it was because it was Draco Malfoy that made it so easy. Harry didn't know, it was just… it was working.
Harry pointed out the playground once they finished walking through the aquarium, and after Draco sat him on his feet he took off for the slide. Draco and Harry stood there, along the edge, watching.
"Not so bad is it, Potter?"
"What exactly?"
"Letting someone into your life?" Draco lifted an eyebrow, "giving someone time you don't have?"
"Ah," Harry chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pocket and leaning against the tree to his left. "Yeah, it hasn't been so bad." He agreed softly. "You're surprisingly agreeable, Draco."
"Am I?" Draco smiled, "well, I could be less agreeable if you wanted?"
"I think you say that, but you don't mean that." Harry glanced over, before his eyes found Teddy again. "He likes you."
"Good," Draco watched the boy running around, "I have enjoyed spending time with him."
Harry nodded, thinking that over. "I keep thinking I need to introduce him to new people, but it's a little scary sometimes."
"What part?"
"What if they don't like him, like I do?"
Draco took a step closer, "like your mates?"
"That is a good example," Harry nodded, "I don't want to subject him to those things."
"Well, lucky you," Draco smiled, "I love children."
Harry chuckled, rolling his shoulder, "that is quite a lucky find, yes."
"Do you still need to go shopping?" Draco asked softly, "for your groceries?"
"Oh," Harry looked at Draco, raising an eyebrow, "yes, I will need to. Why?"
"I was just going to offer you a break, Potter, I'll take him back to your place and you can join us after you're done."
Harry seemed startled by the offer, "what?"
"Everyone needs a break, Potter." Draco shrugged, watching Teddy sprinting through the playground and chasing after another child.
"I get breaks?" Harry suggested, "Monday through Friday, 9 to 5ish."
Draco laughed softly, "oh, Potter, that's working. That's not a break." The other sighed, and Draco held up a hand, "just an offer, Potter. Whatever you want."
"I…. Okay, thank you. I'll let you take him for a bit, sure."
"Only if he wants," Draco said quietly, "and then I'll go home and you two can enjoy your weekend."
"Why are you offering this?"
"You were a little short with him," Draco offered a small smile, "thought you could use a moment to yourself."
Harry blinked, "was I?"
"You just got irritated with him, about the lions. And, the aquarium…."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry frowned, "shit."
"Everyone has their moments, Potter. We're not made to be perfect." Draco reached out and took his hand, "so, just take a few hours to yourself. Get a coffee, walk around, buy groceries… whatever makes you happy."
"Okay," Harry answered in a quiet voice, lifting his other hand and running it through his hair. "Sorry, I…."
"Please do not apologize," Draco said quickly, squeezing Harry's hand, before he brought it to his lips and gave his knuckles a kiss. "This is purely for my benefit, Potter."
"Is it?" Harry watched Draco, feeling the man pull him closer.
"Oh yes," Draco snaked his arm around Harry's waist, giving him a soft kiss, "I get to teach him all sorts of bad things."
"That does not sound like I am going to like this."
"I'll teach him how to color on the walls, and how to make a mess, and how to use ma—."
Harry gave him another kiss to shut him up, "Draco, do not toy with me."
Draco laughed, his head falling back, "you liked it when I toyed with you the other day, though. Mixed signals, Potter."
Harry would have glared if he didn't enjoy Draco's laughter as much as he was. "I might have enjoyed that, yes, but I do not enjoy this."
"I've never been good at saying no to sweet children, so, really, who knows what mess we will find ourselves in." Draco dropped his arms, and called out for Teddy who looked up and came running over, "hey bubby, you wanna spend time with just me?"
"Yes!" Teddy squealed, happily. "Daddy going away?"
"No, daddy is going shopping without us, because it is boring. And he wants to do boring things." Draco scooped him up off the ground, and Teddy wrapped his arms around his neck, "and we can play. Do you still take naps?"
Harry watched, smiling to himself, as Teddy nodded at Draco, "sometimes!"
"Today, perhaps? Your Draco is very tired." Draco was saying as he grabbed the bag off the ground, "you have officially worn me out, Teddy, love."
Harry shook his head, listening as he followed them towards the exit.
"And, if you take a good nap, we will do something extra fun tonight!"
"We will?" Harry spoke up at that, glancing at them.
Draco was reaching behind him, towards Harry, and when he got close enough he took Harry's hand, within his own, as they walked. "Yes, and maybe you're invited Potter. Maybe you're not."
"Are you going to kidnap my son?"
"Maybe, it depends if you're gonna be a spoilsport or not."
"That depends if you destroy my house while I'm taking a break ." Harry retorted, earning a quiet laugh from Draco, "are you spending the evening with us then?"
"I have no other plans, thank you for inviting me. Yes I will."
Harry laughed, loudly, shaking his head, "ah, yes, comfortable Draco making himself comfortable."
"Oh, just proving you have time for this, and yourself, and your son." Draco gave his hand a jerk, pulling him close, "all at the same time."
"Mm," Harry felt Draco drop his hand before slipping his arm around his waist, then Draco gave him a kiss on his temple.
"Teddy and I are off, enjoy your afternoon Potter."
"Well, if you need anything just send a patronus."
"I'm quite capable," Draco gave him a look, shaking his head, "go away now."
Harry leaned in and gave Teddy a kiss on the cheek, "you be nice to Draco, and don't listen to any mean things he says about me, you hear?"
Teddy was grinning, his hair becoming dark like Harry's, "okay."
"I love you, buddy."
"I love you, daddy!" He waved as Draco gave Harry a small smile, and turned to head down the alleyway to apparate.
Harry pushed his front door open, finding the house silent and dark. He moved through the door, and sat the large bag, holding all his groceries down on the counter. He waved his wand, the lights in the den glowing suddenly and Harry's eyes shot open wide.
He took in the mess of his den, finding cars and trucks all over the place; on the floor, on the settee, the armchairs, the desk, it seemed they had created a town of the sorts, as there were buildings from building blocks stacked all over and Harry found the coffee table was pushed against the wall, and there were tracks built on the carpet.
Harry stared, it was rather intricate the way it was built. He didn't remember Teddy having that many tracks, or building blocks and he wondered briefly if that meant Draco and him had run out for more.
Harry found, as he took Draco's advice to stop for a coffee, that he was in need of a break and after he treated himself to lunch, he took a walk through the nearby park before spending nearly two hours grocery shopping. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he truly went shopping, and got him and Teddy things for more than just a few days at a time.
Harry smiled at the beautiful mess, before turning towards the hallway. He peeled into Teddys room, and found it empty, then looked at his closed bedroom door, pushing it open and finding Draco and Teddy sleeping on the bed. They were sharing the covers, Teddy half laying on Draco, half on the bed, with the man's arm around his little body.
Harry smiled, backing out of the room and back into the kitchen to put groceries away, after everything was in it's place he checked the time and saw he had a few hours before starting dinner so he grabbed his files from the desk and sat at the table to go over them.
Harry took his time, reading each report thoroughly. Not that he hadn't before, but he felt like something was missing. He didn't think creatures like this tended to move on their own account all too often. He frowned as he read through report after report, making a mental note that Monday he would stop off in Diagon Alley. He had made a few secret connections through there over the years, informants. Perhaps they know something I don't? His frown deepened as he looked at the newest report, something that had come on Friday morning.
He read the words carefully, slowly. A young boy, just ten, had been playing with his friends when suddenly it went dark, his friends disappeared. It said after a few hours of the kids being gone, the parents went out looking and found him by himself, passed out.
The parents rushed him to St. Mungos, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with him, aside from the loss of time, and the other children missing.
Harry had sent out teams to search, and since he still hadn't heard anything he assumed they had not been found. He figured that the weekend shift would have told him, or at least he hoped they would. He wasn't sure it was related, but the timing with the other reports did seem peculiar.
He grabbed parchment and quill, wrote a quick message to the weekend aurors, sending his owl off. Once the owl was sent, he decided to start dinner.
Teddy liked pizza, and Harry wanted to make him that. He settled in to make the dough, it had been a long time since he had made a true homemade dinner, he didn't realize how much of his time was spent caring for Teddy the way it was. He wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, but he felt this had been missed.
When it was time to let the dough rest, he figured it was time to wake them up. He checked his watch, and walked down the hallway. Neither had moved, they both were sleeping hard.
He approached, slowly, sitting on the side of the bed and giving Teddy's back a rub, "hey buddy," he whispered to the boy who didn't move at all. Harry smiled, and moved so he was lying next to them, and gave Teddy a kiss on the cheek, "Ted, buddy."
The boy opened his eyes and broke into a wide smile upon seeing Harry sitting there, "hi daddy."
"Hi Teddy," Harry smiled, brushing his hair back, "you sleep good?"
"Yes, I was tired."
"Must have been," Harry grinned, pulling him into his arms and cuddling him close. "We gotta wake Draco, nicely." He explained when Teddy's smile grew. He watched the boy give Draco side a push, hearing the man groan out a response.
"Go away Potter," Draco muttered, swatting his hand.
Harry chuckled, his face flushing at the fact Draco's first thought was him. "Draco!" Teddy giggled, pushing his side again, "wake up time."
"Oh," Draco forced his eyes open, seeing both Harry and Teddy lying there next to him, "oh sorry, Potter, did I sleep too long?"
"No, I just came in to wake you up." Harry explained, "Teddy was sleeping too."
"Good," Draco shifted over to his side, eyeing them.
"You say that, but he'll be a monster when bedtime comes." Harry chuckled, feeling Teddy wiggling from his hold. "It seems you two had fun?"
"We did," Draco agreed, "didn't we bubby?"
Teddy was saying a yes as he climbed off the bed and took off down the hallway. Harry smiled after him, sitting up, "was he good?"
"He is perfect," Draco said softly, "such a doll."
"Good," Harry felt Draco reach across the bed and wrap his hand around his wrist, he looked back at him curiously.
"Did you enjoy your time?"
"Of course, thank you." Harry said honestly, "don't feel like you ever have to do that, okay?"
"I don't. It was purely a one sided offer, anyway. I wanted time with Teddy, and no mean ole dad around to kill our fun."
Harry snorted, "yes I can be quite horrible."
"Oh, I know. You're my boss, remember?" Draco teased, "alright I'll get up."
"Have you gotten enough rest now?" Harry asked, feeling his hand release him as he moved. He watched the blonde pushing the covers back, and found he had changed into one of his t-shirts. He lifted an eyebrow, quite enjoying the sight of him in the shirt. A little big on his slender frame, hanging off his shoulder.
"I believed so," Draco nodded as he stood, "I'm not used to such early mornings."
"Hm."
"Though, that seems to be the norm for you two?"
"Yes, I suppose if you keep…spending time with us, you'll get used to it."
Draco chuckled, following Harry out of the room. Stopping at the doorway to the kitchen when Harry stepped in. "Merlin, how long have you been here?"
"Few hours or so," Harry nodded towards the table, "did some work, started dinner."
"Potter," Draco groaned, "it was supposed to be a work free afternoon!"
"I'm fine," Harry waved a hand, then turned towards the stove, "do you like pizza?"
"I don't know when the last time I had pizza was?"
"Tonight, I guess." Harry glanced at him with a grin, "meat or no meat?"
Draco chortled, rolling his eyes, "your dad jokes need work," he chided him as he walked away towards the den.
The day had been slow for Harry, so he decided to head out to his contact in Diagon Alley. He was half undressed when the door to his office was opened and Ron and Draco came in without him answering.
He stood there in a pair of unbutton jeans, hanging his auror robes, looking at them, "yes, please come in." He said dryly, earning a smirk from Ron.
"We're best mates, Harry. Seen it all before."
That seemed to pique Draco's interest, who lifted an eyebrow, "seen it all before, hm?"
Harry gave them both a look, and hung his robes in the wardrobe, before turning to face them, "can I help you?"
"Uh, Harry, mate." Ron sighed, sitting on the edge of his desk, again without invitation. A few files falling.
Harry sighed, "Ron," he said after taking a breath, "what do you want?"
"I need to… well," he looked towards Draco, and Harry did as well, finding the blonde seemed more than comfortable with whatever the topic was about to be. "Malfoy."
"Boot needs to be fired," Draco said plainly and Harry stared, shocked.
Ron gave a sigh and a shrug, "I mean you really just went in."
"I don't have time to waste," Draco answered hotly, crossing his arms, "are you leaving?" He added to Harry, his eyes looking him over.
"Why does he need to be fired?" He asked cautiously, picking up his wand and with a wave the door shut and a silencing charm was performed. "Uh, yeah. I need to take care of something." He added towards Draco.
Ron eyed them in question, before he spoke, "well, it's been a bit of a thing lately." He said quietly, and Harry heard Draco snort. Is this about the stuff Draco told me a few weeks ago? Ron held a black file folder, and Harry frowned. Those were reserved for complaints.
"Okay?" Harry grabbed his desk chair and pulled it out, slipping into the seat. He paused to button his fly, before taking the folder and opening it. "Oh, hell." He wasn't sure what he expected to find inside the file, but what he was looking at wasn't anywhere on his radar. A few photographs of prisoners in Azkaban, clearly beaten to a pulp. Harry cringed as the pictures moved, showing the gore of the subjects. "What the fuck is this?"
"That would be Jugson and Mcnair." Ron said slowly, "they're pretty bad off, Malfoy got some healers with them before the switch off this afternoon."
Harry watched the photos again, before he closed the folder, "what happened?"
Ron frowned, shaking his head, "Malfoy and I were on a sleep break." He sighed, "Boot was on with Dean."
"And, Dean?"
"He hasn't said a lot," Draco answered that one, his eyes trained to Harry. "Look, Potter, whatever happened…."
"I get it," Harry swallowed, hard, closing his eyes, "fuck."
Ron frowned, "I sent him home, straight away." He explained, "both of them."
"Why didn't anyone tell me? I would have come out."
"It just happened last night, we knew we would be in today."
"Hm," Harry nodded, "okay, I'll take care of this." He stood, "I'll talk to the Minister, then head out there." He frowned, looking at his watch, trying to calculate time. So much for a slow Friday. He made a move to step around his desk, folder in hand, "you two go home get rest, seems you had a long week." He shook his head, frowning to himself as he walked.
"I'd get dressed first," Ron laughed, and Harry looked at himself remembering he was wearing just jeans and socks, and he took a step back, towards the wardrobe. "Merlin, Harry, have you been working out more?"
" Ron ," Harry answered curtly, grabbing his shirt and jerking it over his head.
"Where are you headed?" Draco asked, ignoring Ron's comment, but he had to agree Harry did seem more defined since the last time they had seen each other. Last Saturday.
"I'm just noticing you seem like you've been putting in extra time."
"I haven't been sleeping much," Harry stepped into his shoes, then grabbed his leather jacket, pulling it on quickly, before grabbing his wand and stowing it in his pocket. "I need to take care of a few things," he added without much thought as he made sure he had everything this time. He figured he'd send a patronus to the nanny to ensure she could stay a little longer, and he'd stop by Diagon Alley before he went home. "Go home, rest."
His mind was preoccupied with what he needed to get done, as he pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway, he didn't register Colin Creevy running down the hallway, waving a piece of paper and calling out his name, "Mr. Potter!" Or the fact that Terrance Boot was standing by the lift about to throw his fist in Dean's face, or that the person he had dressed so casually for, Theodore Nott, was leaning against the wall next to his door waiting for him.
" There he is," Theodore said by greeting, reaching out to grab Harry's arm, who glanced over. "You sent an owl then never showed up."
"Busy," was all Harry said, stepping out of his reach, "give me a moment, I have to talk to the Mini-." His words cut off as he realized the commotion at the end of the hallway. Dean's hands up to defend himself as Boot threw a fist towards him. "Fuck," he growled, his wand in hand and within a moment Boot was frozen by the body-binding spell, Petrificus Totalus .
Creevy was at his side by then, "Mr. Potter," he breathed, "I ca-."
"Not now," Harry answered as he hurried down the hallway, "what the fuck is with you two?!" He shoved Dean out of the way, turning on Boot, glaring at the man, "and you! " He roared down at him, he had fallen from the spell Harry cast on him, unable to move.
"Alright, mate," Ron ran down the hallway quickly, "come on, now. Don't do a thing like that." He added, watching Harry pointing his wand at the other.
The commotion seemed to have caught most everyone's attention, and as Harry took a step back, dropping his wand, he noticed the Minister was there and a few others. "Harry, what is going on?" Hermione asked, her voice quiet as she watched the scene unfold.
"Uh," Harry gathered himself, taking a breath, and held the folder out to her. Her eyes widened at the color of the folder, and she opened it before letting out a soft gasp. "Boot's work."
Minister Granger looked around, quickly closing the folder, "his partner?"
Dean stepped forward, "me, Her- Minister."
"Ah," she nodded, and took a step back, "let him go, Harry."
Harry stared at her, then dropped down to look at Boot, face to face. "If you do a single fucking thing, Boot, I am going to hurt you." Hermione teetered, Ron let out a breath, Draco blinked at the words. Dean took a step back. "We had this fucking conversation before you left, and then you go and..."
"Harry, Harry," Hermione said hurriedly, her hand on his shoulder.
Harry stood quickly, jerking away from her hand, "do whatever you want," he sneered as he waved his wand, and the man was free to move. Boot roared out a curse, jumping to his feet and going straight for Harry.
"Alright, alright!" Ron was saying trying to get between them, but Boot was moving quick and hard and had Ron shoved out of the way before he pounced on Harry, who merely tossed his wand down and pulled his arm back, slamming his fist into his face so hard Boot stumbled, blood gushing down his nose, and he fell into the wall.
" Harry !" Hermione yelped, "oh, Merlin." She sighed, shaking her head, and waved a hand at a few of the others in the office stepping forward at her command. "Someone take Boot home, I want him under surveillance for the time being. Dean, with me." She added sharply, and when she moved to touch Harry he moved out of her reach, "go home, Harry. Take the weekend."
Harry didn't bother watching Boot getting taken out of there, he didn't look at Hermione or anyone else. He grabbed his wand, and turned quickly, heading back down the hallway with half a glance at his watch.
"Potter, what the fuck?" Draco hissed in his ear, and Harry looked at him, "what is going on?"
Harry didn't have a good answer, he just looked at Draco, walking towards Theodore Nott and Colin Creevy, holding his hand out for whatever Colin was trying to give him.
"The child talked," Colin gasped out a breath, handing him the paper that Harry realized was a transcript. "And the others have been returned, they're at Mungo's now."
"What child?" Draco asked, confused, trying to look over Harry's shoulder.
"Nothing," Harry folded the paper, putting it in his pocket, "go home, Draco. Rest."
Theo was waiting patiently, and gave Harry a smirk when he turned his eyes to him, "ah Potter, always a bit of a bad guy, huh?" He teased the man, who rolled his eyes, "buy me a drink, we'll talk."
Harry glanced at his watch, "I don't have time." He said quickly, thankful that Hermione showing up saved him some time from everything that was dwindling. "Another day. What do you have for me?"
"Demanding never gets you anywhere," Theo raised an eyebrow, leaning towards Harry and those bright white teeth showed as he grinned, "has it?"
"Theo, I don't have time for this. What do you have for me?"
"You're never any fun anymore," Theo sighed, and shrugged, "all I know is that there is some child everyone is looking for."
"What child?" Harry asked quickly, thinking about how two more children had lost track of time, and ended up in St. Mungo's for a few days for observation over the week. "And, who is everyone ?"
Colin just told him, all those that had been missing were now at Mungo's. And, those that had lost track of time prior were there, the latest finally giving a statement, and Harry needed to read it.
"Ah, the child… I don't know," Theo shrugged, "word on the street hasn't been too clear, and no one in the shop has said too much." Harry frowned, "As for the who… I-." He paused, looking at Draco, who was shooting daggers at Theodore Nott, "I just think you should be careful, Harry."
Draco noticed how he went from Potter to Harry , and he narrowed his eyes at Nott, about to hiss out a few choice words at the other, as he stretched his hand towards Harry.
"Thanks," Harry eyed Theo's hand as it reached towards him, and he tensed when it landed on his shoulder, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Harry shook his hand off, "uh, coffee next week." Was all he said as he took the step back.
"Bad again?" Theo asked softly, his eyes searching Harry's. "Have you been sleeping?"
"I'm fine, Theo." Harry said sharply, taking a breath when Theo took a step closer, "I have to go." He took a step back, his back bumping into Draco and he fought down a groan as he realized the blonde had not left when he told him to. Fuck, this is going to be a thing now.
Draco didn't move, he stood there behind Harry glaring at Theodore Nott with hard, serious eyes.
"Alright, well, call whenever." He waved a hand, turning to head towards the lifts, leaving Draco and Harry in the hallway.
"Draco, I am not in the mood for whatever you're about to say." Harry said seriously, grabbing his briefcase from the floor, "I need to leave." Draco didn't say anything for a moment, and Harry didn't move away from him.
"What children were you talking about?" Draco asked after a moment, and Harry took a breath, "what is going on?"
"Draco, I don't know what's going on." Harry said honestly, quietly. "Your guess is as good as mine." He turned to face Draco, eyeing the tired look on the man's face, "please go home and sleep, Draco."
"Home," Draco said the word slowly, lifting a shoulder. "Yeah, I'll go home." Harry took a step towards him, and Draco stood still. "Why don't you jerk away from me?" He asked, studying Harry's face.
"I don't know," Harry's eyes focused on his, "you feel comfortable, I guess."
Draco nodded, watching Harry take another step closer. So close now their bodies were practically touching. He felt Harry's hand, sliding along his arm, "why haven't you been sleeping?"
"Nightmares. Thoughts. Fears. Worries." Harry lifted a shoulder, "whatever it may be."
"Does that happen often?"
"Mm," Harry whispered, closing his eyes for a moment, "depends on the cases I have."
"Missing children, new group rising up…." Draco listed what he was able to piece together, "Potter." He frowned, and wrapped his fingers around his hand.
"Draco," Harry said softly, shaking his head, "I need to leave, to go to Azkaban, and then get home to Teddy."
Draco took a moment, thinking over the words and he frowned at Harry, "are you okay?"
"I will be, I always am." Harry gave Draco's hand a squeeze, he knew he needed to walk away and leave. He knew he shouldn't be this close to Draco, and grabbing his hand, especially at work, but fuck it felt good. This moment. Draco was so close to him, he could feel his body heat, and he could just reach out and touch him, and he'd taste like Draco, and he'd smell like Draco…. He was just Draco. And, fuck it'd feel so good.
"Potter," Draco said his name quietly, "why don't you just go home? Azkaban can wait."
"I should go see."
"The weekend crew is there, everything is fine. Why don't you go home?"
Harry fought back a sigh, the words sounded so good. Draco's voice was so soft and low, Harry felt himself leaning towards him. Into his chest. "Okay," he finally said, "I'll go home."
"Okay," Draco nodded, letting his hand go and taking a slow step away from him. "Good, go home, and give Teddy a snuggle from me."
Harry frowned, seeming to realize as they were saying the word home, they were speaking of their own respectively. "Yeah, I can do that. He'll love that you send some love, he's been asking about you so much this week." Harry forced a smile before turning away from the other man so quick it was like he was on fire. "Uhm… have a good night, Draco."
Draco lifted an eyebrow, not sure about the tone Harry was using and before he could ask, he was halfway down the hallway, walking quickly, he didn't stop at the lift he took the side door for the stairs.
Draco frowned with a heavy sigh, and took a step towards the lifts letting out a breath. "You two a thing?" Theo asked from the wall, just around the corner of the hallway, before the opening that led to the exit.
Draco lifted an eyebrow, "eavesdropping, Nott? That is quite beneath you."
"I was curious why you were glaring at me, and when he touched you he didn't didn't go into a frenzy." He shrugged, standing next to Draco who was waiting on the lift to appear now.
"Mm," Draco answered, putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
"He gets like that sometimes," Theo said quietly, "but it passes." Draco didn't answer, he just gave a small nod to show he heard him. "Draco," he sighed, "I'm not competition."
"I didn't think you were," Draco looked over from the corner of his eye, "I just have nothing to say. What do you want me to say?"
"I…?" Theo shrugged, "whatever Harry and I had brewing ended a few years ago. Because he was quite focused on his career and his son and a certain handsome blonde he never learned how to get over, that he had to see nearly everyday."
Draco looked at Theo, the lift appearing quickly, "did you ever meet Teddy?"
"Oh, Merlin no. Harry said he'd never let anyone around Teddy," Theo laughed, "probably for the best, I wouldn't have been much of a parent."
Draco chuckled, stepping onto the lift, "right, yeah. He's quite protective of the boy."
"Y'know, the very few times we actually went out together, or spent longer than 45 minutes of his lunch break together," Theo gave him a look, as if to express the insinuation of those 45 minutes. "Were spent talking about you ."
Draco grabbed the handle of the lift, holding on, silent.
"So, it's none of my business, bu—."
"You're right, Theodore, it isn't any of your business."
"I would suggest you get some rest, and then knock on his door a little later." Theo smirked, "I say rest because you look like hell warmed over, but do as you please."
Draco titled his head, staring straight ahead.
"Based on your comment about his son, it seems you've met him." Theo shrugged, "but when he's like this," he frowned, the lift having stopped now, and both stepping off, "he's not an easy fuck."
"What does that mean?" Draco asked, despite himself. He was not expecting that information.
"I mean… have you two not?"
Draco stopped, and turned to look at the man in front of him. Gauging his seriousness. "Once, or I mean one night."
Theo nodded, "yeah, well, it'll always be like that . Or, more demanding." Draco stared at him, silent. "I would have liked a heads up, if I'm honest."
"Have a good night, Theodore."
"Of course, you too, Draco." The man gave a grin, and a wave. "Oh, uh, good luck, mate."
Draco nodded, watching as he walked away, towards the exits. He turned to the floo network, heading home.
Draco sighed, taking a breath, before he knocked on Harry's front door. He waited, it was only 9:15. He knew Teddy would have been in bed, at least for the last hour and he didn't figure that Harry would have gone to bed yet.
He stood there, huddled into his jacket, raising his hand to knock again when he heard the door being unlocked, and then it was pulled open and he found Andromeda Black standing there in the doorway.
"Andromeda?" He asked, they knew of each other but only in passing. "Where is Pot— Harry?"
"Work," she lifted an eyebrow, "he asked me to watch Teddy tonight, he'd be out."
"Oh," Draco nodded, stepping back, "right, okay."
"He was meeting some bloke."
"What?"
"He told me some bloke had sent a patronus, and that it was urgent for them to meet in Diagon Alley. Information or something had come up for some case involving children."
Draco was liking this information less and less, he nodded, "uh, do you mind if I come in for a moment? I think I left something last weekend."
"She's?" She stepped back, waving him in.
Draco took a step inside, and looked around, "uh, sure," he nodded and when she walked to the kitchen he hurried to Harry's desk, looking through the stacks of papers. He found the newest information, making sure it was what he was looking for before performing a quick copy charm and stuffing the papers in the pocket of his jacket.
"Sugar?" She called from the kitchen and Draco hurried across the room, to the coat closet, he found Harry's leather jacket and searched the pockets, finding them empty.
"Sure," Draco called back, and looked around the den. Ah, he saw the crumpled paper on the coffee table and grabbed it up, before throwing himself down on the armchair and adding it to the papers in his pocket.
Andromeda walked in, carrying a tray, before offering him a mug. "Teddy mentioned you."
"Oh," Draco took the offered mug, and settled back in the arm chair.
"Harry tried not to, but, well…." She chuckled, "I thought the whole work part was an excuse, he said after he finished with work he was going to stop by and see a friend. But, you're here."
"And, I'm the friend?"
"Well," she gave Draco a very unamused look, "Teddy has never mentioned anyone else before. Ever. So, I'd say you are the friend." She took a drink, shrugging, "but you're here going through his things?"
"I…" Draco sighed and sat the mug down, "I wanted to see the information on the case. He won't read anyone in."
"Must be a good reason?"
"He's stubborn," Draco said with a frown.
"Ah," she chuckled and held up a hand, "well, Draco, you might get home if you want to see him tonight."
"Might I?" Draco asked quietly, sitting straight.
"He's left here almost an hour and a half ago now, can't imagine it'd be much longer before he knocks on your door."
Draco took a breath and gave her an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, Andromeda."
"Go, have fun." She laughed, "he has used me one time, for a whole night. When his best mates got married." She shook her head, "in six years of raising the boy, he's only taken one night away from him. I think he'll survive another."
Draco chuckled, nodding, "I won't let him oversleep." She smiled, and Draco got to his feet. Walking to the door and apparating home.
He figured he could read the reports there, while he waited. He tried not to get his hopes up. Harry and him hadn't defined anything, for all he knew it was just a one night stand, and perhaps a playmate for Teddy on occasion. Harry had mentioned, more than once, he had wanted to bring someone into Teddy's life, another adult.
And, Theo made it clear there used to be a history between Harry and him, so perhaps after Harry got whatever information he was seeking for he would stay there.
Draco didn't like the thought, but it was a reality he had to accept. Maybe, Harry didn't want Draco in his life like that. Harry hadn't wanted to tell him about the case, he didn't ask Draco to join him, or to even stop by and see Teddy after he got back.
Draco frowned, taking the papers from his jacket pocket, before hanging it up. He was exhausted, after he went home he tried to sleep and relax but it never came. His thoughts had been too focused on Harry, what Theo had said, and whatever the case was that had Harry so stressed.
He opted to change, made a strong brew, and settled at his kitchen counter with the reports. He took his time, looking through the reports slowly.
Missing children, but not exactly that had happened. Draco found last Friday a child was out playing with his friends, the other children had disappeared and when he was found he had lost hours of time. When the boy was taken to St. Mungo's he had never recovered his memories.
The same happened a few days later, Tuesday. In the evening a child was at his house playing with his sister and when the parents went to get them for dinner, his sister was gone and the boy had lost time and memories.
A report followed, similar to the first. The sister returned a day or so later, like she had never disappeared. The brother didn't have anything to say, nothing came to mind and they were sent back home.
Thursday, it happened again. A young boy, six, was with two other boys. The one found, alone, again had no memories and was taken to St. Mungo's.
Draco frowned, realizing this one seemed different. The child was scared, he had been violent and it took a long time to get him calmed and relaxed. When they sent in the Mind Healers to speak with him, he got violent again.
Draco pulled out the crumpled paper that Creevy had given Potter, and looked down at it.
Georgie : Get away from me! No!
Mind Healer : Georgie, no one is going to hurt you. We're here to help. Can you tell me what happened yesterday after school?
Georgie : No! No! They said it was secret!
MH : Who said it was secret?
Georgie : They are looking for him and they will find him!
Draco reread the words, frowning to himself. That was all the conversation seemed to have produced, except for a note from the Mind Healer.
Georgie started shaking and lashing out, Head Healer Jones had to sedate him. He has remained asleep. Will follow up when calmed.
Draco sighed, he could see why this was troubling, it was. It made his heart ache at the thought these children were suffering, losing time, and disappearing. Three separate sets within 7 days. It was troublesome.
Worrisome.
He looked back at the reports, trying to find anything that really stood out to him, anything of a pattern or location or reason. But, it was all pretty vague. He took a drink of his cuppa, sighing softly, before he sat back in the stool chair.
There were three other reports, two involving what one person reported as "shifty characters". Dark blue or maroon robes, hoods, slinking around their property. They had run off when the person called out to them, and he had yet to see them again. The other report involving a very similar description of the people, was a report that five or six were seen in a small wizarding community, around 5 in the morning.
The last report was just about a few sightings of dementors in an area, Draco wasn't directly familiar with the area but he figured he could check it out tomorrow. He looked up when he heard a knock on the door, and took a nervous breath. He hated that he felt nervous, he wasn't used to feeling nervous.
He stuffed the reports in a drawer, picked up his mug, and walked over to the door, pulling it open.
Harry stood there in a dark hoodie, and a pair of jeans. His hair messy as ever, his green eyes had a wild look in them and he offered a small smile.
"Hello?" Draco asked, trying to play it cool. He had to play it cool, he wasn't supposed to know that Harry Potter was making an appearance.
"Hey," Harry let out a breath, taking a step towards Draco. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Draco stepped back, letting him in, "where is Teddy?"
Harry chuckled, "with Andromeda."
"Why did you laugh?"
"It's cute, how concerned you are of him," Harry shrugged, looking arounds Draco's flat. It was different from Harry's place. Where Harry was mismatched furniture and cozy, and sometimes cluttered because of Teddy, Draco's place felt more put together. Sleek, black furniture, nothing out of place, only one wall decorated with a few perfectly sized and placed pictures.
"Hm," Draco smiled, "take your shoes off, Potter."
Potter did, just stepping out of them and leaving them by the door. He glanced at Draco, "anything else?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "tea?"
"No, it's okay." Harry shook his head, his eyes trailing over Draco, who had changed into a pair of shorts, and a fitted light pink sweatshirt. Harry's face flushed, Draco and the color pink. Ugh.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Uh, I had a few," Harry admitted, finally tearing his eyes from Draco. "Theo had some new information."
Draco would admit he did admire the way Harry didn't shy away from the truth. "Oh? Theodore Nott, hm?" He moved past Harry, towards the den, "come in, Potter." Harry followed, and once he watched Draco sit on the couch, he himself took a seat on the smaller one.
"Yeah, Theo." Harry shrugged, "did you sleep?"
"Sure," Draco shrugged, he felt tense and nervous. He was sure it showed, and he was sure Harry was going to ask.
"Is this about Theo?"
"Is what about Theo?"
Harry waved a hand, towards Draco, frowning. "The way you're acting? I can leave if you want, Draco."
"I don't want you to leave," Draco moved and sat his practically empty and definitely cold mug of tea on the side table, before running a hand through his bright blonde hair. "I don't care about Theodore Nott. Does it surprise me? Not in the slightest. Does it interest me? A little."
Harry snorted, "doesn't surprise you?"
"Oh, Merlin no, Potter." Draco gave him a look, "you seem to have a type."
Harry flushed, shaking his head, and doing well to keep his eyes on Draco's face, not his stupid pink sweatshirt.
"I was a little interested in how it got started?"
"Ah, ran into him during a case back when I first became an auror and," Harry shrugged, "Merlin, he could give a shit about me, and I liked that. He made me work to get information out of him, and after about three weeks he finally gave me something and then made a comment about stopping by for a conversation not related to work." Harry chuckled, "anyway, it was never anything . Not really."
Draco studied him, and then he asked. The question he knew he shouldn't ask, but he did anyway. "Why didn't it work out?"
Harry smiled, "why didn't it work out," he repeated the question, and leaned back in the seat, "I couldn't ever give him what he was really looking for."
"What was that?"
"A relationship." Harry shrugged, "and there was no way in hell I was going to parent Teddy with him." He shook his head, "he's not the parenting type."
Draco chuckled, softly, "I see. Why couldn't you give him a relationship?" He was edging closer to the answer he was seeking, the one Theodore had hinted at. His eyes trained to Harry, watching him closely.
"Well," Harry took a breath, returning the look, "there is this other bloke, that I just never could get out of my head."
Draco arched an eyebrow, "really?"
"Yeah, good looking guy. Maybe you've met him?" Harry smiled, the beers he had drank with Theo making him feel a little playful. "Blonde hair, beautiful silver eyes, gorgeous smile, and Merlin, he is so brilliant, and a little funny. Great with children, dedicated to his job, kinda hard to get to know… but, worth it, I think."
Draco smiled, more to himself than Harry but Harry saw it. "Worth it, hm?"
"I'd say," Harry nodded, stretching his legs out slightly.
"Why'd you come here?"
"Thought I'd like to see you," Harry lulled his head to the side, giving Draco a playful smile. "Was that a poor decision on my part?"
Draco chuckled, and stood, picking up his cuppa. "Would you like anything, Potter? Did you eat? Another beer?"
"Nah, I'm oka.. Eh, I'll have another beer." Harry agreed from the den, and Draco ducked into his ice box to grab them both, one. He found Harry exactly where he had left him, and walked over, handing the beer out towards him. "I may have had more than a few," he was saying, "I was nervous."
"Because of Theo?" Draco asked, eyeing Harry who didn't grab for the beer bottle.
"Oh, no," Harry laughed, loudly, "you."
"You were nervous because of me ?" Draco gave him a look, as if to say, get real, Potter. He bent towards the right to put the offered beer on the side table. When he stood, Harry grasped him by the waist and pulled him down to his lap quickly. Draco gave a very unamused noise in response, the beer bottle he had grabbed for himself sloshing between them. "Fuck, Potter!" He scolded the man, giving him a look, "don't manhandle me!"
"Would you like to manhandle me?" Harry asked, his lips hovering over Draco's, seeming to be waiting. Draco didn't know what for exactly, an answer? Permission? Thoughts? Response?
Draco found he would like to manhandle Potter, but he also found he wasn't so sure he should.
Harry wasn't taking well to the silence, and he sat back, a confused expression on his face. "Uhm, okay?" He frowned, releasing Draco's waist. The blonde, on his lap, stared at him before sighing, "this is really about Theo isn't it?"
"Fuck, Potter. No." Draco groaned quietly, "this has nothing to do with Theodore Fucking Nott."
"Okay, okay." Harry held up his hands, "just me?"
"Why were you nervous?"
Harry lifted an eyebrow, "I thought…." He struggled to find the words, and sighed, "I was worried you'd think the only reason I came over was for a shag."
"You didn't come over for a shag?"
"I, no?" Harry frowned, "this is the part of you that I have trouble understanding."
Draco sat back on his legs, and gave Harry a long look, before he reached out and traced his lips with his thumb, "Potter," he said softly, "I'm just trying to understand, is all."
"Understand what?"
"You, this, all of it?" Draco whispered as he held Harry's face, "what you want and what I'm allowed to do? I don't know. Today you were so… what? Angry, stressed, irritated? Theo knows those things about you, but I don't. And tonight you went for a few drinks with him and then came over here? How am I not supposed to assume you're just here for a shag? And, when I asked about Teddy you laughed, at my concern?" Draco lifted a shoulder, "you just told me you didn't have time to give Theo a relationship, does that mean you don't have time to give me a relationship?"
Harry watched him as he spoke, opening his mouth to answer but when he did, Draco placed his hand over it and continued.
"If you just want a shag, you should go to Theodore. If you don't want me in Ted's life, then this won't work. I may have done a lot of shitty things, years ago, but I know my worth and I know what I deserve from someone." Draco dropped his hand from his mouth, "and, Potter, I feel I have been nothing but honest and upfront with you. Self aware, confident, controlling? Whatever words you want to describe me as… I have put in the work and time to become this person, so this is who I am."
"Draco," Harry sighed quietly, before he moved them. Again the beer sloshing between them and Draco narrowed his eyes. Harry plucked the beer from his hand and sat it on the table next to them along with the other. "Jesus," he groaned, pulling the other man into a soft kiss. "Draco Malfoy, I want all those things with you, okay? I want to give you a relationship, I want you in Teddys life, I…" He frowned, trying to remember everything Draco had said. "I only went and saw Theo off the clock, because the case I am working on is serious, and he had new information after we spoke." Harry grabbed Draco's hand, smiling, "I want you to ask about Teddy, fuck it makes me so happy. And, the boy is completely in love with you. All bloody week I was answering questions about you, telling him you were working, promising him that as soon as you were back and rested, you would see him. And, sorry, but you have to spend time without me around, again. It was requested a lot."
Draco gave a small smile at those words.
"I was irritated today, for a lot of reasons. Boot doing what he did, seemed to just push me over the edge. My quick temper is not a highlight, I am aware, but it pissed me off he put you in a situation like that. And, Draco, that might be reason number one we shouldn't be trying to do whatever this is. I can't fly off the handle every time someone puts you in a situation that could end badly for you. Hermione will ask all four of you what happened, and you know that." Harry frowned, squeezing Draco's hand, "I do plan on speaking with you about the case, but I didn't want to the moment you got back from a week at Azkaban, especially after having to deal with what happened there. We started this together, so, of course I would talk about it."
"Why haven't you been sleeping?"
"Stress," Harry frowned, "I don't handle it well, I am worried, and, a little scared, Draco."
Draco reached forward with his other hand and brushed it through his crazy hair, "sorry I got a little jealous."
Harry shook his head, "I'm not."
"Hm."
"A little hot, if I'm honest, but please believe me when I tell you… there is nothing between Theo and I." Harry said softly, leaning towards Draco, "at all. The ship has fucking sailed."
Draco chuckled, "I believe you." He promised quietly, and gave Harry a kiss on the forehead, "are you staying tonight?"
"If you'll have me, I'll stay."
"I'll have you," Draco nodded, "no funny business, though, Potter. I am all for explicit consent, and you being any form of inebriated does not fall under that category."
"I seriously did not come over for a shag, Draco. I promise. I'm…." Harry gave him an honest look, and paused for a moment, "I just didn't."
"No, what were you going to say?"
Harry flushed, closing his eyes and taking a breath, "nothing, just drop it."
"I want to know," Draco lifted his hand, giving his knuckles a kiss. "Tell me."
"Draco," he shook his head, "when I feel like this, I just prefer things differently. So, I don't want to do that to you." He spoke quickly, and gave his hand a tug.
Draco wondered, briefly, if this is what Theodore had meant, and then he felt another bubble of that ugly jealousy emotion work through his body. Hating it, a little bit, if he was honest. "What does that mean, exactly?"
"Another time," Harry answered quietly, practically begging him to let it go.
Draco frowned, before sighing, "okay, okay," he slipped his fingers through his hair, knotting them softly in the locks. Harry tilted his head back, and Draco gave him a soft kiss. "We should go to bed, you haven't slept and admittedly, I haven't either."
"You said you did," Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.
"Well, I didn't want you to worry." Draco loosened his hand in his hair, brushing his fingers through slowly. "So, we can sleep together?"
"I'd like that."
Neither man moved, Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair again, the soft messy locks twisting through his long, pale, digits. Harry held him, his eyes closed tightly. Draco was wishing he hadn't told Harry they weren't going to shag, he wanted to see all the parts of Harry. Especially this part that Theodore Nott knew about. The part that Harry Potter wanted to keep hidden. He frowned, he could offer him a sobering potion, but he knew he wouldn't. He could but he couldn't, Harry could ask if he had one and Draco could offer it then, but no, Draco couldn't just come out and offer it. Not now.
Stupid fucking Potter. Draco didn't like feeling jealous, he hated this feeling. Therapy next week would be a blast as he unloaded all of this on the Mind Healer. He hadn't felt this emotion in a long time, and he figured his therapist was going to say something along the lines of, "you haven't been in a relationship since you were younger, of course you'll feel new emotions."
Draco could feel Harry against his backside. He could tell he wanted this, but Draco had to go and say those things, and Harry had to go and keep whatever it was a secret.
He dropped his hand, sliding it down Harry's cheek and then jaw before letting it rest on his shoulder. "Alright, let me up, I'll get our bed ready."
"Mmhm," Harry answered, eyes still closed and arm still around Draco's waist. "Just a minute," he muttered, moving and pressing his cheek to Draco's chest.
"What are you doing?"
"Feeling you, enjoying this." Harry answered immediately, taking a deep breath and relaxing.
Draco looked down, he felt a little antsy and rubbed his hand across the back of Harry's shoulders. Waiting, or trying to wait. Fuck. He felt like a bloody teenager, if he was honest. Fucking Potter.
He had to go and tell Draco he wanted him in his life and all that. He had to go and be a good person. Draco wanted to scream, those were the things that had made him fall for Harry over the last year or so. All the things that used to annoy him about the tosser, he had found through therapy and, some, deductive reasoning were the things he actually liked about him.
His whole honest without fault thing, annoying as sin . His too loud laugh, fucking annoying . His stupid savior complex, ughhhhh — annoying ! Him keeping to himself, does he think he's better than everyone else? The whole raising his godson as his own, cute, but he's no better than all of us ! And, the way he was always so underdressed and comfortable casual, honestly get a wardrobe.
Draco had bitched for years about the man, until the Mind Healer said, "maybe you like him?" Reality was a bitch that day.
"Draco?" Harry asked, and the other man focused on the word, taking a breath.
"Yes?"
Harry cleared his throat, leaning back and looking up at him, "I know we're not gonna shag, but, could I have another kiss?"
Draco watched the nerves on his face, and fought down a triumphant smile, "yes." Was all he said before he moved. He leaned in towards Harry, their lips hard against each other, Draco's hand slipped back up to his hair, Harry's hands pressed hard to his lower back.
They kissed slowly, at first. Soft kisses, easy breaths, their hands more demanding than their lips and then Draco gave Harry's hair a tweak and the brunette breathed out a groan, and Draco's tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting him for all he was worth, and Harry was letting him.
Draco wanted to be soft, sure, but he also wanted to feel Harry needy and demanding of him again. He had been dreaming of it all week.
Harry groaned when Draco gave his hair and hard tug, his fingers pressed into his back, over the pink sweatshirt. Harry flushed, the image of Draco in pink in his mind. He didn't even know he could like a color so much. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans and he wanted to hiss in pain, but he liked it. He knew he did.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was close to breaking, he'd let Draco see him for all he was. If he thought Harry was a slut the first time they had sex, he was really going to think it right then. Or would, but we're not shagging! He told himself, shaking his head. No. Not tonight. Not like this. Get it together.
Harry eased himself back, lips parted with a pant, eyes hooded, his fingers probing at the blonde on top of him.
Draco seemed fairly composed, his heart was hammering with excitement and desire, and was trying to keep it together.
"Fuck, I missed you," Harry said softly, dragging his hands around Draco's hips and sliding them up his body, feeling the pink sweatshirt, taking his time to commit it to memory.
Draco took a slow breath, "I missed your annoying face," he said quietly, shifting slightly as Harry touched him.
Harry smiled, flashing his eyes up to Draco's. "Did you dream about me again?"
"Mm," Draco was not going to answer that question. "I'd ask you, but you didn't sleep much…."
Harry smiled, pulling in a hiss of a breath when Draco pulled his fingers through his hair. "You were in my dreams when I did sleep, and my thoughts when I couldn't."
Draco smiled, "good, just how I like you. Needy and thinking of me."
Harry flushed, "is that so?"
"Very much," Draco gave him a look, ask for it, Potter. Ask for the potion. Please .
"Mm," Harry slid his hands down his torso, and let them rest on his thighs, "well, that's me, so damn good thing, Draco."
Draco fought back an annoyed groan, he wanted to scream in frustration. "Are you ready for bed now?"
"I'm sure it's getting late," Harry frowned, looking away and lifting his arm from Draco's thigh. It wasn't as late as he thought it was, "and you haven't slept. We should get you in bed, comfortable, and asleep."
"Right," Draco considered grabbing his wand and obliviating him. For just a moment. He moved carefully, lifting off Harry's lap and sliding to his feet. "Give me a moment, I'll get the room ready."
"Okay," Harry smiled after him, and as soon as Draco was out of the room he let out a quiet curse, " fuck," trying to think of anything besides the man to ease his erection. Just go away! Go away!
Harry forced himself off the couch, adjusting his jeans. He decided he'd just keep them on for the night. It'd be easier. He shifted them slightly, so they rested a little lower and gave him some reprieve, before he walked the way Draco had gone.
"Ready?" He asked, peeking into a room off the left and he found Draco had pulled the covers back, and looked towards him with a nod.
Draco was sliding into bed, now that Harry was there, and he watched as he walked across the room and took to the other side. Harry slipped his hoodie off, and dropped it to the floor, before sliding under the covers. Draco waited, but Harry didn't reach for him, didn't touch him at all. There was a space between them.
"Good night, Potter," Draco offered after a moment of silence. Fighting the urge to reach towards the man and touch him.
Harry took a breath, and then slipped his glasses off. Realizing there wasn't an end table next to him, he turned to Draco, "uhm, can you put my glasses on your end table?"
"Sure," Draco's tone was borderline annoyed as he took the glasses and laid them on his table.
"Thanks," Harry eased out, the darkness surrounded them and the silence did as well. He took a nervous breath, and laid back, throwing his arm over his eyes trying to just relax. Lay there and relax. It was an easy thing to do, but nothing felt harder at that moment.
Draco, not for the first time that night, felt like a bloody teenager. He fought back an annoyed groan, he fought back saying, fuck it! and pouncing on the other.
Harry's hand slipped towards him, their fingers brushing, Draco tried not to think about it, but his mind's sole thought was on how close Harry Potter was to him. How warm he felt, how good he smelled, how nice he had tasted just moments ago…
"Are you asleep Draco," Harry whispered, his voice so quiet and soft. Draco rolled towards him and Harry caught him quickly. "Fuck," he gasped the moment Draco hit his body, "I need you," he breathed out, "right now. I'm sorry. That's not what I came over for but you…" He groaned, feeling Draco moving against him, his cool hands sliding under his shirt and touching his body. "You and the pink sweatshirt and everything. I just."
Draco groaned softly when Harry's hands grabbed at his ass, pushing their hips together. Draco raised a hand, saying a silent accio and a potion bottle flew to him. He held it up for Harry, "it's a sobering potion," he explained, a little breathless, as Harry grabbed it, "I was hoping against hope you'd be smart enough to ask for one."
Harry took the stopper off, knocked it back, and tossed it towards the edge of the bed. His mind cleared, quickly, and he looked at Draco.
"Still want me, Potter?" Draco asked, making sure.
"No," Harry shook his head, "I need you," he breathed and Draco nearly came undone. He pressed their lips together, feeling Harry whimper beneath his hands, "please, don't toy with me tonight, Draco."
Draco chuckled, softly, and Harry flushed warm and groaned against the lips as the noise.
"Tell me what you want, Potter."
"I need you to," he paused, his words caught in his throat as Draco brushed his thumb over his pert nipple, and he lifted his hips towards Draco's, brushing them together.
" Words, Potter," Draco demanded, he needed to hear it. He needed to know what to give the other, he had to know.
"Stop touching me then," Harry squirmed, Draco had no intention of that.
"No," Draco said curtly, flicking his wrist and Harry was stripped. Harry groaned at the word, his hands roaming across Draco's back. "I want to touch you."
"Then don't ask me questions," Harry breathed out a gasp as Draco scraped his fingers down his torso, across his muscles, his fingers dipping into the plains of his abs.
"Can't do both, Potter? Hm?" Harry whined out something, "fuck, you are honestly such a little tramp."
Harry nodded, his breath hitching as the others hand wrapped around his length. "D-Draco," he begged, his eyes closed as he felt that hand stroke him. "Not now."
"No," Draco hissed, "I told you I want to touch you."
Harry breathed out, nodding his understanding, "use me," he practically cried from the man, feeling his hips lifting towards his hand.
Draco chuckled, earning a squirm from Harry. "You're such a good slut, letting me use you however I want."
"Yes," Harry agreed, his cock jumping in Draco's grasp.
"Look at you, Potter," Draco cooed, doing just that as he said it. He had shifted to his knees between Harry's leg, his hand wrapped around his length with slow, steady strokes, Harry arching his hips towards him, begging him with quiet whimpers and heavy breaths. "I just want to fuck you," Draco growled at him, "for making me worried and stressed and irritated and losing sleep."
"Pl-please," Harry whimpered, unashamed as he slid his legs open, knees bending, "whatever you want, Draco."
Draco seemed to contemplate those words, his eyes trained to Harry, his fingers cinching around the head of his cock, "whatever I want?"
Harry flushed, turning his bright green eyes to Draco's, and nodding, "whatever you want," he said those three words like a breath, "anything. I'm yours."
Draco's eyes widened, "fuck, Potter," he felt himself shiver, dropping his hand from Harry's shaft to his thigh. He moved quickly, grabbing his wand and utilizing magic to prepare Harry who let out an excited breath. Draco, silently, grabbed a pillow and slipped it under Harry's backside, lifting him. Then for a moment he paused, leaning towards Harry, his lips to his ear, "how do I know you don't like something?" He asked softly, carefully.
"Anything," Harry answered just as quiet, his breathing heavy, "just use me, Draco."
Draco gave his earlobe a bite, and tug, before pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek. Harry turned slightly, towards the kiss and their lips met, Draco sliding his body against him. He sat back, grasping the bottom of his shirt, when Harry met his eyes, "leave it on?"
Draco seemed confused, looking down and realizing the color of his shirt and he breathed out a laugh, that's what he meant earlier. He smirked, "just this pretty ole color makes you crazy?" He whispered teasingly, and Harry nodded, his hands reaching towards Draco's body.
Draco swatted his hands away, softly, and pushed his shorts down over his shaft, showing himself to Harry. Who moaned the moment he saw Draco's length, the blonde felt it like an ego stroke, and his eyes watched Harry as he touched himself.
"Draco," Harry whimpered, trying to scoot towards him, but Draco grabbed his wand and within a second he had Harry's wrist bound together and stretched up to the headboard. "F-fuck," he gasped out quietly, arching his back, "p-please Draco," he whined, his legs stretching towards Draco, who without a warning had Harry's legs bent and frozen in place.
"Ah, ah, Potter. You don't get to go anywhere."
Harry gasped out a word of understanding, licking his lips, "t-touch me," he begged of the blonde man, who moved closer, between his lewdly spread legs. "Please, please," his eyes trained to Draco's cock as he stroked himself, "use me, not your hand."
Draco shook a shiver off his back, pressing the head of his cock to Harry, "you want me to use you, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry took a breath in anticipation, "give me everything."
Draco moved in slowly, pressing his hips forward and pushing in just the tip. He felt Harry clench around him, and he fought back a groan at the feeling of the warm, tight arsehole around the head of his cock. He breathed out, hard and heavy, moving slowly to fill Harry, who was trying to push down around Draco, though it was no use. He couldn't move. He was at Draco's mercy, in every way.
His cock twitched at the thought, the realization he was useless, other than to be used as a cocksleeve for Draco Fucking Malfoy.
"Fuck, Draco," he moaned lewdly, his mouth open with a pant, his eyes hooded.
"I've barely even touched you, Potter. Ever the whore." Draco hissed, moving so slowly it was hard to even control himself. Potter was so needy, laying there before him. Potter wanting to be used like a fucktoy. He grabbed him by the hip and thrust inside, and Harry nearly burst at the seams.
"Dr-Draco!" Harry yelped, a mixture of pain and pleasure, "oh, fuck, yes." He praised the other man, lost in the pleasure of the feeling. "Fuck, I need you. Please. " He begged, pulling at his body against the invisible restraints that kept him useless and captive for the man, "fill me with your cum," he pleaded, his mouth popped open, trying to suck in a deep breath.
Draco felt he was diving into a lust driven haze, he pumped into Harry, urging himself forward to please the other - his own teasing feeling done. He just wanted to give Harry whatever Harry wanted, and he felt that was a sick and twisted notion, seeing as Harry just wanted to be used for his pleasure.
He thrust into Harry's propped up arse, deep and fast, Harry's moans loud and sexy. "T-touch me?" Harry pleaded, Draco watched him struggling to get free from the spell that held him there, he watched, mesmerized, as Harry's cock bounced up and down before him as he filled him again and again. Pulling back, until only the head of his cock was inside of him, and slamming right back in. His thighs hard against Harrys, his balls smacking against Harry's backside.
" Fuck, you filthy slut," Draco growled, and he waved his hand the invisible restraints freeing from Harry's body, but Draco wasn't letting him up. He wanted to be the one that held him down. He pushed deep inside of him, grabbed his right leg and moved it so it was pressed against his chest, before he leaned forward. His arm snaked out, quickly, his hand around Harry's throat, his forearm against Harry's sternum, and grasped at Harry's throat, using his body as leverage as he filled him hard and quick.
Harry didn't even both hiding his pleasure, tears streaming down his face as a, "thank you," came falling from his lips while Draco fucked him deep into the mattress. Harry came hard, his cock bouncing wildly between them. "Breed me," he begged Draco, his eyes half closed, tears on his cheek, his hands grabbing at Draco's arms as if to keep him close.
Draco felt Harry rutting up against him body, his pink sweatshirt, his fingers wrapped around the muscle of Draco's arms as he choked him and fucked him. Harry begging for Draco to breed him, his tongue flashing out between them and wetting his lips. Draco couldn't fight back the moan, this time. It came falling from his lips, his eyes wide as he watched Harry begging him, enjoying him, being used.
"Fuck, Potter," Draco whispered, "such a good slut for me," he squeezed his hand, feeling Harry relaxing at the words, and he rolled his hips up into him, his cock brushing over his prostate, and Harry came again. "Fuck you're so good," Draco whispered, pushing into him, his cum spilling out and inside of Harry's arse, "such a good boy," he loosened the hand around his throat, and stroked his face as his hips stuttered forward.
"Draco, god, yes." Harry whimpered, tilting his cheek towards Draco's hand, almost as if he was nuzzling him, and Draco let him. He leaned down and gave him a kiss, shifting to let his leg fall and remove himself from his ass. He moved quickly, wrapping around Harry, and holding him to body, stroking his hair.
Harry curled into his hold, shivering as Draco brushed his fingers through his hair, practically mewing at the feeling. His throat felt raw, his muscles tired from the struggle he put up, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. "Draco," he whispered to the blonde man that was holding him close, falling quiet. Draco noticed the last time they had sex, really the only time that they had sex, granted it was more than once, Harry had been silent afterwards.
He didn't push him, he has just held him and cleaned him in the shower, before fucking him again at the others insistence, and then cleaning him again, the sheets were the towels. Draco groaned at the thought, fuck, Potter. He had stamina beyond belief, and while Draco would give anything to enjoy Harry as a thrice fucked slut tonight, it wasn't in the cards. He was exhausted and he knew the other was most surely as well.
Draco shifted them, slowly, "would you like a bath, Harry?" He whispered at the man softly, peppering his face with kisses. Harry laid there, quiet and with his eyes closed, cuddling up against the man.
"If you want," he whispered, carefully, his eyes still closed.
"I'm not the one filled and covered in cum," Draco said quietly, giving the hair he was brushing his fingers through a tug, "am I?"
Harry's cheeks flushed and he peeked at Draco, nervously, "no, you're not."
"Tell me," Draco demanded of the man, "now."
Harry gave him a slow nod, "please."
"Don't move," Draco instructed, and then he was off the other side of the bed. He tucked himself back into his shorts, pulled his pink sweatshirt off tossing it towards his basket, and walked out of the room. Harry laid there, still, quiet, his breathing evening, his body relaxing.
How does he know just what to do? To say? Harry thought, a small smile spreading across his face, at times he did feel embarrassed he liked to be used the way he did, but tonight he didn't. He wanted Draco using him, and then taking care of him after. He wanted Draco teasing him and making him cum without a single touch, just his words and cock in his arse, he wanted to be Draco's. Harry had never felt that before.
It startled him, it made him nervous. It made him happy. It made him forget for just a moment that children were disappearing, that people were threatening his life, that it seemed things were coming he didn't know how to combat at the time being.