A Weekend in February

Title: A Weekend in February
Author: Cady Mac
Author\'s e-mail: catbird3@mac.com
Author\'s web page: http://cadymac.livejournal.com
Disclaimer: These characters don\'t belong to me. But if they did, oh boy.
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Category: PWP / Romance / Fluff
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Contains graphic male/male sex.
Summary: Post-Hogwarts. Harry and Draco are living together, and agree not to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day this year. So naturally they both do.
AN: Huge thanks to my muse/beta/partner in crime, LaurenJaneSays.
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Friday afternoon.

Harry sat at his desk at the Ministry buried in tedious paperwork. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it even more than it usually was. He sighed and stared at the clock, wishing he hadn’t packed his lunch that morning so that he could go home to Draco and catch a break from the monotony.

Almost as if on cue, he heard the familiar sound of Draco’s voice coming from down the hall outside his office door. He laughed to himself as he awaited the inevitable ritual.

“Mr Malfoy, please!” his secretary squeaked. “I have to announce all visitors before you can go in!”

Harry’s office door flung open to reveal a very dashing Draco Malfoy smiling down at him from the doorway – a paper bag in one hand, the other hand waving off Harry’s secretary.

“Mr Potter, I’m sorry, sir!” She began.

“It’s fine, really Miss Bloom,” Harry answered laughing. “He’s always welcome, remember?”

“Yes, but it’s Ministry rules…” the young woman started, only to be cut off abruptly when Draco slammed the door in her face, leaving her out in the hallway.

“Hello, Mr Potter,” Draco said, raising an eyebrow suggestively at Harry.

“So melodramatic,” Harry said as he smiled up at Draco. “Can’t go anywhere without making a scene, can you?”

“Look at me. Of course not,” Draco said.

He rounded Harry’s desk and pushed Harry’s chair back a bit, placing himself between a seated Harry and his desk.

“Hi,” Draco said as he leaned down and kissed Harry slowly.

“Hello yourself,” Harry said. “That was a nice greeting. To what do I owe the honour?”

“I could sense that you missed me terribly,” Draco drawled. “So I came to have lunch with you. Your hair looks like shit.”

Draco began a futile attempt at taming Harry’s wild mane.

“Stop,” Harry said as he laughed and swatted Draco’s hand away. “I shouldn’t go out for lunch – I brought mine in today. Don’t want it to spoil.”

Draco dangled the paper bag in front of Harry’s face.

“We’re eating in and I’m going to shag you senseless before I leave. How’s that sound?” Draco said, smirking.

“All perfectly wonderful except for the senseless part. I have to be able to finish this stupid paperwork so I can get out of here early,” Harry said.

“Hm. And why are we leaving early?” Draco asked as he pulled a small container of fresh strawberries out of the bag.

Harry’s eyes widened. He started to speak but was hushed by Draco’s slender, elegant finger coming to rest over his lips.

“I know – I’m amazing. Save your breath,” Draco said.

He pulled out a strawberry and gently pressed the tip of it against Harry’s mouth. A smile crept slowly across Harry’s lips. Harry placed his tanned, rough hand on top of the pale, soft one that was feeding him. He sucked the strawberry into his mouth slowly, making sure to pull Draco’s fingertips in with it. Harry sucked Draco’s fingertips clean before releasing them and chewing his fruit.

Draco stood looking slightly bewildered for a moment as he stared at Harry chewing the strawberry. Harry grinned and licked his lips.

“More where that came from?” Harry asked.

Draco blinked.

“Not until you tell me why you’re leaving early,” Draco said, pulling another strawberry from the container.

“I have to go pick something up before I come home,” Harry answered sheepishly.

“I’m afraid that’s not good enough,” Draco replied.

Draco placed the next strawberry between his own teeth and leaned closer to Harry, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Harry bit his lower lip.

“I can’t tell you,” Harry whispered. Harry leaned forward and tried to take the strawberry from Draco, but Draco popped it into his own mouth first. He grabbed a third berry and took a bite from it as well.

“Pity,” Draco said, his mouth full of strawberries. “These are delicious and I’d really hoped to share them with you.”

“Draco,” Harry whimpered.

Draco shook his head in response and ate another strawberry. He smacked Harry’s hand when Harry slid it up along Draco’s thigh.

“Excellent technique. But no,” Draco said,sed.sed.

“Fine. I’m going to pick up your Valentine’s Day present for tomorrow. Satisfied now?” Harry said, placing his hand back on Draco’s thigh.

“I suppose that will have to suffice for now, won’t it?” Draco replied.

Draco fed another strawberry into Harry’s willing mouth, allowing his fingers to linger against Harry’s lips as he ate.

“Harry,” Draco said as Harry sucked his fingeageeagerly. “I thought we agreed no big presents this year.”

“We did,” Harry responded, finally standing from his chair. “It’s not big. Just something small.”

Harry pressed his body against Draco and leaned him backward onto his desk.

“Quite unlike what’s in your trousers right now?” Draco laughed as he leaned back willingly.

Harry kissed Draco unhurriedly and slipped his hand down along the front of Draco’s trousers. Draco moaned softly in response.

“Mr Potter?” the muffled voice came from behind Harry’s office door.

“Tell her to bugger off,” Draco hissed against Harry’s mouth.

Harry sighed and stood up, pulling Draco to his feet. Draco remained standing defiantly between Harry and his desk.

“Come in, Miss Bloom,” Harry called out to the door.

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry and kept his back to the opening door.

“Sorry for the disruption, Mr Potter,” she said. “But Arthur Weasley has some questions for you about the paperwork on last month’s raids. I told him he could come meet with you in ten minutes.”

“He’s having lunch now, Miss Blossom,” Draco said, his back still turned.

Harry placed his hand gently on Draco’s arm.

“That’s fine,” Harry said, then turned and nodded at Draco. “Miss Bloom. Thanks.”

She nodded, turned and left, leaving the door slightly ajar.

“I bloody hate that obnoxious shrew,” Draco spat.

Harry repressed a laugh as he crossed over to the door and closed it completely.

“She does seem to be at her best when you’re around, Draco,” Harry .
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“Because she wants in your pants and is jealous of me. I’d really hate to have to kill her, you know,” Draco responded.

Harry laughed as he crossed the room and stood in front of Draco again, fixing a warm, soft kiss on his lips.

“Liar,” Harry said, smiling. “You wouldn’t hate it at all.”

Draco laughed at that and shrugged.

“Ten minutes?” Draco said, licking his lips.

“Draco…” Harry said warningly.

“Stop talking,” Draco whispered.

Draco leaned in and licked Harry’s lips until they parted. They kissed passionately but briefly, tongues sliding against each other in heated urgency.

“Eight minutes, Draco,” Harry panted, his hair now completely out of control and his glasses slightly off-centre.

Draco pushed Harry down into his chair and knelt down in front of him. He unbuttoned the top of Harry’s trousers and untucked his shirt. Draco began licking and sucking Harry’s firm stomach as he unzipped his trousers and released Harry’s rigid cock. Draco pumped Harry’s cock through his soft hand a few times, tickling the head with his able tongue. Harry let out a strangled moan when Draco pulled the length into histh cth completely and began sucking ravenously.

Draco continued sucking thoroughly while he backed up on his knees – pulling Harry in his chair forward with him – until he knew he was hidden almost completely underneath Harry’s desk. Once sheltered under Harry’s desk, Draco began to fondle Harry’s tightening balls while he sucked. Harry plunged his right hand into Draco’s hair, tugging htlyhtly and moaning quietly while the fingernails on his other hand dug deeply into his desk calendar, leaving ripped bits of parchment and claw marks behind.

Harry began to rock his hips slightly upward into Draco’s mouth. He was losing control quickly and a faint glimmer of sweat began to appear across his forehead.

Realising that Harry was about to come and that time was of the essence, Draco removed his mouth, replacing it with his hand. He jerked Harry’s cock hard and fast, and Harry began to shudder as his breathing became erratic.

“Mr Potter?” Miss Bloom’s voice asked hesitantly from outside the door.

Draco didn’t relent. He sped up his pace and returned the tip of his tongue to the head of Harry’s cock. It only took seconds for Harry to come – all over Draco’s hand and the front of his own trousers.

“Shit,” Draco whispered from beneath him. “Wand, Harry – quickly.”

Harry didn’t move. He leaned his head back against his chair and draped his forearm across his eyes.

Draco started to push Harry’s chair back when he heard the door open. He rolled his eyes and stayed still.

“Mr Potter?” Miss Bloom asked from the doorway.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, trying to regain composure and his breath simultaneously.

She scanned the room, clearly looking for any sign of Draco. A puzzled expression crossed her face, then morphed into a horrified one when she realised he was nowhere to be seen and that Harry was breathless.

“Mr Weasley’s had to reschedule – coming on Monday instead,” she blurted out, ducking out of the room and closing the door entirely this time.

Harry laughed and rolled hiair air back. Draco crawled out from underneath the desk shaking his head.

“Vile hag,” Draco growled.

Draco sighed and grabbed Harry’s wand, cleaning them both. Draco restored Harry’s clothing to its original position, straightened his glasses and made another futile attempt at flattening his hair.

“You are so, so bad,” Harry finally managed. “I told you it all all fine except for the senseless part. Now I have to leave. No way I can work like this.”

Draco returned Harry’s smile. “Guess you’ll have to come home and tend to me, then.”

“Guess so,” Harry replied, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, that is after I run my little errand.”

Draco groaned. “Well, hurry up. And don’t forget my strawberries.”

Draco turned and left, leaving Harry’s office door wide open so that he could watch as Draco bid farewell to Miss Bloom. Draco sauntered up to her desk quietly.

“Sausage for lunch,” he purred behind her ear as she nearly sprang out of it with surprise. “Good day, Miss Rosebud.”

Draco nodded at her and then disappeared toward the exit.