Cheating Boyfriends, Faithful Husbands

Cheating Boyfriends, Faithful Husbands by Graballz

Author's note--Another journey, another plotline...same Harry and Draco!!! I know that you're probably dubious about this story from the summary, but trust me, okay? Would I ever lead you astray?

Warnings Angst, Bi, BDSM (implied), COMPLETE, DH-compliant (NO epilogue!), drabble, Hurt/Comfort, Language, M/M, Oneshot, Preslash, PWP, WAFF

Dedication This story is dedicated to Slytherine, one of my fellow Coven authors, for unintentionally giving me the prompt that inspired this little drabble!

Prompt
Question: What would you do if you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you?

Answer: I'd have my husband kill him.

Cheating Boyfriends

“Harry? We need to talk,” Draco Malfoy’s voice was wobbly, and Harry Potter’s head snapped up from the book he had been reading. His husband was standing in the doorway of the study, holding a white handkerchief and he looked like he had been crying.

Harry jumped to his feet, the book dropping forgotten to the floor, and he crossed the room in three strides to Draco, holding his arms out. The blonde threw himself into his husband’s arms, breaking into open sobs. Harry was dumbfounded and had no idea what would cause Draco to cry like that.

He guided the former Slytherin over to the couch, and he sat at one end, pulling Draco against him.

“Draco, love, what is it?” Harry asked after a moment of nothing but wails from the man in his arms. “Shhh, I’m right here. It can’t be that bad, can it? Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll make it right.”

“Harrrrrrrry!” Draco cried, his voice muffled by Harry’s chest. If anything, Harry’s words seemed to make him cry harder. “Idondsrveuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

“What?”

“I don’t deserve you,” Draco repeated, turning his face so that Harry could hear him more clearly. He flinched when his cheek came in contact with one of the trails of snot or saliva he had left on Harry’s shirt, not to mention the giant wet spots.

“Draco, we’ve been through this before,” Harry chided gently, relieved. Draco’s bouts with insecurity were nothing new, and while Harry wished some of his husband’s former confidence would return, he did relish being needed. “You are wonderful, beautiful, stunning, amazing, and no one in the world is worthy of YOU, least of all me!”

Draco sat back at Harry’s oft-repeated phrase when he got like this. Harry was giving him that half-smile that made him look so Gryffindor, and the expression on his face was somewhere between pity, empathy, and ‘Draco is just too adorable for words!’. It made the Slytherin in Draco want to hurl.

“No, Harry, it’s different,” he said, fresh tears overflowing and tracking their way down his pale cheeks. “I have something to tell you. I’ve been sleeping with Theo.”

“Nott?” Harry’s eyebrows shot off of his face, and he made a disgusted noise. “But that kid’s been barmy for years! Why the HELL would you sleep with him?”

Draco made a couple of vague motions with his hands. “Because he always refused to be part of my group at Hogwarts. Even though I could tell he always kind of fancied me. We reconnected at that Quidditch after-party last month…I know I should have told you, and I’m sorry, Harry!” Draco wailed the last part of his apology, burying his face in his hands and waited for the explosion.

Harry blinked. He and Draco, along with everyone else, had gone back to Hogwarts after the Final Battle to help with cleaning up and repairing everything. He and Draco had ended up working side-by-side to fix the Room of Requirement first, and then they were sent up to the Astronomy Tower to repair a couple of ramparts. The normally snarky blonde had been uncharacteristically silent throughout their cleaning, rebuffing Harry’s awkward attempts at small talk.

Harry had understood, of course. Being on the seventh floor, outside the Room of Requirement where his two thugs, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, had died, couldn’t have brought back pleasant memories for Draco. Likewise on the Astronomy Tower, what with Dumbledore and all…Harry wondered if the new Headmistress had purposely assigned Draco those areas, and then he felt ashamed of himself for thinking that Minerva McGonagall would take such an awful revenge on a student.

It wasn’t until Draco had paused in their cleaning, standing fairly close to where he stood that night during sixth-year, staring sightlessly at the place where Dumbledore had fallen, that Harry saw him without his mask. Draco’s grey eyes were shining with unshed tears, and he had crossed his arms over his chest, scowling ferociously. Instead of making him look angry, though, Harry could read the sadness and regret loud and clear radiating from his body language. He himself had continued to work, thinking that perhaps Draco wouldn’t want Harry to see him like that, until he heard a sniffle.

Harry had looked up to see Draco’s lithe body shuddering as if there were a strong wind, and he realized that his former rival was crying…much like in the bathroom earlier during sixth-year. Harry had been overcome with empathy for the blonde; here, he wasn’t a spoiled rich snob who tried his hardest to make others feel inferior. Here, Draco was just a kid who had gotten in over his head, mixed up in Dark Arts that would have felled older wizards, and he was sorry for it.

Draco obviously hadn’t heard Harry come up behind him because he jumped a mile when Harry spoke his name. He had whirled around, tripping on some debris, and Harry had caught him around the middle. They had both frozen, staring at each other with wide eyes, and then Draco’s façade had just crumbled. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he began to shake again, and Harry hadn’t thought at all about what he did. He just reacted. The Gryffindor had pulled Draco firmly against him, not allowing the Slytherin to get away when he feebly tried to disentangle himself from Harry’s arms. Harry held Draco through the storm and heard Draco’s pain, his apologies, and his regrets.

It was in that moment, Harry mused later, that he had fallen for the blonde, who turned out to be human after all, and oddly enough, it was the never-before-seen vulnerability that Harry found attractive. In that moment, Draco needed him, and Harry had never felt more like a hero than when he had his arms around a sobbing Draco Malfoy. When Draco had raised his blonde head, having cried himself out, Harry had leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco’s in the gentlest way he knew how, trying to convey that he wasn’t angry at Draco anymore, that he had forgiven Draco, and that he thought Draco to be remarkably brave to have survived living with Voldemort in his home.

They declared themselves a couple not long after that, and everyone was taken aback by their passionate declarations of love and their intentions to get married. Ron and Hermione, who were in the midst of discussing marriage themselves, had finally managed to wrestle Harry away from Draco long enough to knock some sense into him about committing himself at such a young age. Their argument had been that Harry really hadn’t had the chance to date anyone else, and he shouldn’t be settling down so soon (especially with a Malfoy, Ron had added, but Hermione had glared him into silence after that) without ever having experienced dating other people.

Harry had thrown their argument back in their faces, and Ron reminded him of Lavender Brown and Viktor Krum. Harry tried to argue that he had dated Cho Chang and Ginny, but they had ganged up on him, saying that he hadn’t actually dated Cho and that Ginny didn’t count because Harry had broken up with her. Harry had gotten so frustrated with the two of them that he had stormed out and back to Draco, but in the dead of night, when his lover was lying peacefully in his arms, Harry had to admit that they were partially right.

Draco hadn’t really dated anyone else either, Harry found out. He had given the impression that he and Pansy Parkinson were together, but it was more for show than anything. Since Snape (the most recent Slytherin Headmaster) had died, McGonagall (a Gryffindor) hadn’t understood Pansy’s rationale for betraying Harry the night of the Final Battle and had asked the girl not to return to Hogwarts. Harry found out later that she transferred to Durmstrang, where she apparently hooked up with and eventually married Viktor Krum.

When Harry brought up the points that Ron and Hermione had made to him, Draco had been appalled and terrified at first that Harry hadn’t wanted to be with him. After Harry reassured him that that couldn’t be further from the truth, Draco admitted that Harry (and therefore the Weasel and the Mudblood) were essentially correct, but that he still wanted to marry Harry. Harry asserted that he still wanted to marry Draco too, and so in their wedding vows, they pledged to be with each other, but not exclusively. They were free to date (and even sleep with) other people, as long as they were honest with the other about everything. They figured that they would appease everyone else by being able to date around without having to sacrifice their relationship. So far, it had worked. Harry had returned to Ginny’s bed once (and never again, he said) which left Ron squirming, since he hadn’t anticipated that his best mate would shag his worst rival AND his little sister, and he had even hooked up with both Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott, which caused Draco to giggle that Harry was dating ‘that couple’.

For his part, Draco had slept with Daphne Greengrass and a random French man during his business trip to Paris. He had tried once with Luna Lovegood, but they both ended up being weirded out right before they got to the actual sex and mutually agreed never to speak of it again. Harry had known about all of those partners, and Draco was confident that Harry was too Gryffindor to go sneaking around behind his back. Then Harry had gotten caught up in chatting with Oliver Wood, his old Gryffindor team captain, at the Quidditch party, and Draco, slightly tipsy and jealous, had run into Theodore Nott, who was skulking in the shadows.

Theo had expertly maneuvered Draco with Slytherin guile, but Draco had allowed it, alcohol or no. Draco was on his knees in the bathroom stall before the end of that night, and Theo had made him promise that they could see each other again without Harry’s knowledge. Draco had been thoroughly uneasy about it in the morning, but Harry had been too starry-eyed over seeing Oliver again. Draco had tried to bring it up multiple times until Harry mentioned he might see if Oliver would fancy a shag, now that the ‘Savior’ hype had died down to a dull roar and he was no longer a little kid from Hogwarts tagging along after the former team captain.

The knowledge alone that Harry found Oliver attractive sent Draco back into Theo’s arms for comfort, feeling as though he couldn’t talk to his husband, and from then on, it was easier for Draco to ignore his conscience and suppress whatever feelings of guilt he might have had.

The month of being shagged by Nott wasn’t exactly a happy time for Draco, and he knew it wouldn’t be able to last. The stringy boy who had turned into a stringy man was an adequate if selfish lover. Often during their fucking (Draco refused to wear rose-colored glasses and make more of it than it really was: he and Harry made love; he and Theo fucked) Nott would get off on some comment about how he had turned Draco ‘the Slytherin Prince’ Malfoy into his little ‘Slytherin Slut’, and while Draco didn’t complain at the time because he was also usually about to orgasm, he resented the implication afterwards.

Now, Draco had stumbled across a piece of information that Theo didn’t want him to have, and that sent Draco crying and confessing to Harry.

“The Quidditch party a month ago?” Harry parroted, trying to make sure he understood. “The one where I…”

“Yes, the one where you made an ass of yourself falling all over Oliver,” Draco snapped, interrupting him.

“I did not!” Harry frowned. “I did call him last week, though…you’ll be happy to hear that he turned me down, Draco.”

“I know he did,” Draco heaved an exasperated sigh. “Now can we stop focusing on you and refocus on ME? I’m trying to confess here!” He tried to turn the waterworks back on.

“Wait, you know? How the hell do you know? I didn’t tell ANYONE that I even contacted him!” Harry’s mouth dropped open as he realized that Draco wasn’t just bluffing. Draco knew, and Harry was utterly mystified as to HOW…and it also increased Harry’s respect for his Slytherin husband, and (if the Gryffindor would ever admit it) it scared him just a little that Draco could apparently know things that Harry never anticipated him finding out about.

“Merlin’s sake, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT ME!” Draco roared. “I SLEPT WITH THEO NOTT BEHIND YOUR BACK, AND NOW I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT! I know that Oliver Wood turned you down, Harry, because Theo’s cheating on me with Oliver! I caught them together this afternoon! He admitted the whole thing, and Oliver mentioned that you had called him.

“But that’s not the point, Harry! The point is…I just found out that my boyfriend is cheating on me!” Draco finished, poking his lip out in a pout again and burst into crocodile tears, leaning forward into Harry’s chest again for comfort.

Harry sat stunned, blinking, and he couldn’t even move his arms to put them around Draco.

“You caught your boyfriend cheating on you?” Harry’s voice was scratchy, and he cleared his throat. “I’LL KILL HIM! No one makes MY husband cry! Except me!”

Harry jumped up off the couch and stomped towards the door, hell-bent on giving Oliver Wood a piece of his mind and Theodore Nott one more reason to see Thestrals before snuffing out the stringy Slytherin’s miserable, pathetic little existence, the price he would pay for screwing Harry Potter’s husband. Draco had still been leaning on Harry when the Gryffindor exploded into action, and he had nearly fallen face-first as he lost his balance. After hearing Harry’s assertion, Draco allowed himself a triumphant smirk at the thought of Theo Nott’s payback. His back was still to Harry, of course, but there were SOME perks to being married to the most powerful wizard in existence.

“Oh, and Draco?” Harry’s voice cut through his silent victory celebration, and Draco turned to look at his husband, the perfect picture of angelic innocence. “We’ll discuss your dishonesty when I get back. You’re not getting off THAT lightly, mister!”

Harry glared at his beautiful husband as best he could, tapped his belt a couple of times, and left before he lost the glare and smiled at his Slytherin. Draco was too damn cute, hot, adorable, sexy, and addictive for his own good. Harry could still dominate him and give him what-for, though, and the Gryffindor’s pants tightened in anticipation of the spanking he would give Draco tonight!

Draco’s throat closed as Harry disappeared, and he winced as he heard the front door slam, knowing that Harry was on his way to hunt down Theodore Nott and more than likely Oliver Wood. Harry had tapped his belt, and Draco knew exactly what that meant! Shivering, he got up and picked up Harry’s forgotten book, placing it back on the shelf absent-mindedly. He drifted up to their bedroom to wait, his cock hardening at the thought of being bent over Harry’s knee later for being bad!
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Author's note--See, everything turned out okay! I wouldn't lead you astray or steer you wrong. I love Harry and Draco too much. Random, I know. But hey, thank you, Slytherine, for putting the prompt in your signature because it inspired me!

Thank you for reading. If you choose to review, I would appreciate it, but you don't have to (obviously). I hope you enjoyed!

Oh, and I'll tell you what. You tell me what position you'd like to see Draco spanked in, and I'll write it! Of course, there will be fucking...the whole nine yards. So if you have a request for this particular sex scene, I will accommodate you if you let me know what you'd like.