A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 11: Never Give Up
Chapter Number/Total: 11/44
Chapter Title: Never Give Up
Words: 4063 Words
Harry didn't know who could be knocking at the door – well, he knew that it could be several different people, but he didn't know why anyone would be coming over. They hadn't received any notice in the mail, not that Draco's mother usually sent notice when she came over. Actually, hardly anyone sent notice before coming. He shook his head, moving down the hallway. It probably was Narcissa, and he didn't fancy going up and disturbing Draco from his potions. He had no idea what he got up to in there. He only knew that Draco didn't like to be pulled away while in the middle of ... whatever it was – especially lately. He reached the door, pulling it open to see – well, not who he had been expecting.
“Er, hello, Seamus," he said.
Seamus gave a strange smile. "Hi," he said. "Bad time?"
"Er, no, I suppose not," Harry answered, stepping back to allow the man into the house.
Seamus walked through the door, standing in the foyer.
"Anything particular you wanted or...?" Harry said, shrugging.
"No, just – just over for a visit."
"Mm." Harry had actually wondered when someone else besides Neville would get up the nerve to come over after what Rita had written.
Seamus nodded.
"Well, you go ahead and sit down. I'll run upstairs to let Draco know you're here."
"Oh," said Seamus. "If he's busy I don't want to – to bother him or anything."
"No, I'm sure it's fine," Harry said, though he still wasn't looking forward to disrupting Draco's work.
"Well, okay. If you're sure."
Harry nodded and Seamus walked down the hall, heading for the sitting room.
Harry sighed, starting up the stairs. He stopped at the lab door, wincing a little before knocking. Perhaps he would be lucky and catch Draco in a free moment.
"Just a minute," Draco called, still counting as he stirred the potion. He finished his count and then doused the flames with a flick of his wand. "What's up?"
"Seamus is here," Harry called through the door.
Draco's eyes widened. He washed his hands and went to the door of the lab. He stuck his head out. "Seamus?"
Harry nodded. "That's what I said."
Draco came out, closing the lab door behind him. "What's it about?"
Harry arched an eyebrow. "Says he's over for a visit."
Draco cocked his head. "He's never visited before except at Christmas," he said.
Harry shrugged and didn't voice what he really thought Seamus was over for.
Draco sighed and gestured for Harry to lead the way to the sitting room.
Harry walked with Draco down the stairs and hallway, entering into the sitting room, where Seamus was perched on the sofa, looking a tad uncomfortable and out of place. He gave another odd smile when he looked up and nodded to Harry and Draco both.
Draco hung back, not sure of why Seamus was visiting and not sure he could handle it.
"Tea?" Harry asked politely, moving into the room and sitting in one of the armchairs. He would've left room for Draco to sit next to him on the sofa, but Seamus was sitting in the middle of it.
"Sure," Seamus answered.
Harry called Kreacher for the tea, and glanced at Draco still standing by the door.
Draco took a deep breath and moved into the room, taking a seat in the other armchair. "Hi," he said.
Seamus gave yet another odd smile. "Hi," he said.
Harry picked at his fingernails.
"So, um," said Seamus, scratching his nose, "how are you blokes then?"
Harry adjusted his glasses. "Better," he answered, nodding.
Draco didn't know what to say that. He glanced warily at Seamus.
"Mm. Well, that – that's good," said Seamus.
Harry sighed.
Seamus glanced up at both of them and cleared his throat. "Erm, well ... I suppose I came to, you know, see if you were all right. Everyone's been ... pretty worried after ... but no one has come yet, so I just figured I would since ..." He trailed off strangely, shrugging.
Draco's eyebrows rose as he glanced at Harry. Was Seamus trying to show support for them? Draco didn't want to talk about what had happened, but he appreciated that Seamus was willing to see how they were doing. The blond nodded but looked to Harry to say something.
Harry glanced at Draco as well, and then back at Seamus, who was flushing slightly in his awkwardness.
Harry wasn't completely sure what to do or say either. "Um, thanks," he said finally.
Seamus flushed a bit brighter. "I – I don't mean to bring it up or anything ... I just ... Well, no one really believed what Skeeter wrote and I just thought you should probably know ..."
"No, really, Seamus," said Harry. "We – it's ... Thanks."
The mention of the article was hard but it wasn't like they weren't all thinking about it. Draco took a deep breath. "Yes, thank you," he said.
Seamus nodded and they all sat in silence for a few moments, during which Kreacher came with their tea.
Harry made his cup and then still sat in silence because, well, what were they supposed to talk about now?
Draco sipped his tea. "Seamus, tell us how you have been doing?"
Seamus looked up at him in apparent surprise. Then flushed again. "Pretty... Pretty good actually."
Harry had looked at Draco in surprise as well, but now smirked at Seamus' words. He hid it with his cup.
Draco really smiled at that. "I am glad to hear that," he said truthfully. "Anyone in particular?"
Seamus' ears turned red and Harry was reminded of Ron. "No one you blokes would know," he said.
"Is he hot?" Harry asked, suppressing a snort.
Seamus looked up at him quickly.
Harry did snort then. "Only teasing," he said, and Seamus smiled almost shyly.
Draco relaxed a bit more, sitting back in his chair now. It was nice to just talk about "normal" things. He smiled at Harry.
They sat and talked with Seamus for an entire hour, which was surprising to Harry. He enjoyed teasing about Seamus' new boyfriend, and Seamus seemed to enjoy actually being able to talk about it, and even better was that Draco seemed to enjoy it as well, which was what was most important to Harry.
He stood at the front door with Draco and Seamus, holding it open. "Tell everyone hi for us, yeah?" Harry said.
Seamus smiled. "Sure thing," he said. "See you, Harry. Mal – D-Draco." He nodded to both of them.
Draco nodded, still smiling as the man left. He looked fondly at Harry once the door was closed.
Harry sighed contently and slipped arms over Draco's shoulders. "Well," he said. "That was unexpected and odd, but nice."
Draco turned toward him, sliding an arm about Harry's waist. "Nice to see others in love, too," he said softly.
Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Draco's. "Not as nice as knowing that we are."
Draco kissed him back. These days there was always something hard and painful inside him that seemed only to loosen when Harry held him. "No, nothing as nice as that," he whispered against his lover's lips.
Harry closed his eyes and let their foreheads rest together for a few moments as he stroked Draco's hair. He finally pulled back a tad. "Back to the lab, my beautiful Potions Master?" he said with a wry grin, quirking an eyebrow.
Oh, but that look undid him every time. "Have something else in mind?" Draco asked softly.
"Oh, I always have something else in mind," Harry answered, and grasped the back of Draco's neck to pull him into another kiss.
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Harry looked up from his book and sighed. He hadn't actually even been able to read much. Honestly, he didn't feel like reading at all. The sunlight pouring in from the window kept distracting him, practically calling his name. He looked over at Draco, knowing he still wasn't particularly comfortable going outside. "It's nice out today," he said quietly.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, not looking up from the book he was reading. His nose twitched and he absently tucked a strand of blond hair back behind his ear.
Harry sighed again, going silent for a few seconds. "We should do something," he tried.
Draco recognised that restless tone and gave up on his book with a sigh. He put a bookmark in place, closed the volume and set it aside, turning to face Harry. "What do you want to do?"
Harry frowned. "Well, I'm fine if you don't want to do anything," he said. "It's just, well, it'd be pretty nice for a fly today."
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Fly?"
Harry raised his eyebrows as well. "Yeah," he said. "You know, on broomsticks?"
Draco smiled, memory supplying him with the last time Harry and he had flown together. He had come so hard that night he'd thought he would pass out. "Think you can still catch me?" he teased, his voice a bit husky.
Harry smirked. Draco seemed to like to use those words. "Well, I can certainly try," he said with a grin. It sounded as though he was about to get what he wanted.
Draco shrugged as if it was casual and got to his feet. "Still have your Quidditch uniform?" he asked.
Harry grinned wider. "From school?" he said. "Yeah. Should still fit."
"Yes, our school uniforms," Draco answered, grinning. He was aroused just thinking of it. "We can use the pitch at the Manor."
"I'll run up and get it and then we can go," Harry said enthusiastically, getting to his feet.
Draco's uniform was still at the Manor and he grinned as Harry ran up the stairs. His fear of going out seemed quite mild compared to the excitement he felt at the idea of flying with Harry.
They left for the Manor as soon as Harry made it back downstairs. Draco stopped in to greet his mother quickly, and she very happily agreed to let them use the pitch, obviously glad to see Draco out.
Harry was glad that they didn't have to spend too much time talking with Narcissa. He was eager to get flying. They made their way out to the Quidditch pitch, Harry carrying his scarlet uniform. "Want to watch me change ... again?" he asked Draco with a smirk.
"You remember that?" Draco asked, blushing softly as he led the way to the locker room. He was carrying his Slytherin uniform as well.
Harry snorted. "Of course I remember it," he said. "You were completely checking me out."
"You seemed oblivious at the time," Draco said, smiling at the memory. He laid his uniform on a bench and then let his eyes follow his lover's movements, making sure it was clear he still liked to "check him out.”
"I suppose I sort of was," Harry said, smirking as he reached to pull his shirt off. "I did know you watched me, though."
Draco smirked again. "And what did you think of that?" he asked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
"I didn't really know what to think at the time," Harry said, watching Draco. "I guess I just figured it was because you liked blokes. But I checked you out too."
"Even though I changed in the bathroom?" Draco asked, slowly sliding the shirt off.
"Not when we were changing," Harry answered, still watching Draco as he pulled at his belt. "When we were flying."
Draco licked his lips, watching his lover undress. "Do you have any idea how much I loved that? How much being with you drove me crazy?" he nearly whispered. He was aroused again, standing there with his hands paused on his own belt.
Harry took a few steps forward, taking Draco's belt himself. "No," he whispered. "How crazy did it make you?"
Draco trembled at the touch and it was very clear now how much Harry affected him. "It's a wonder I didn't crash, I was so focused on your arse," he admitted.
A slow smirk spread across Harry's face, and he kissed Draco just as slowly, tugging his belt free. "And you let me catch you, didn't you?" he asked.
Draco gasped, cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. "Would I do that?" he managed, but his voice was breathy.
"I think you would," Harry said, flicking open buttons now. "Is it bad that I think I knew you were letting me and I caught you anyway?"
Draco swallowed hard, eyes flickering down to where Harry was undressing him. "No, not bad," he whispered.
"I think we both flirted pretty shamelessly," Harry said, snapping open the last button.
"Shameless," Draco whispered, remembering the night that Harry had got drunk and was throwing himself at him. "When ... when did you know ...?"
Harry moved his hands into Draco's trousers and shorts, resting them on his arse. He slid his cheek along Draco's until his mouth was at his ear. "Know what?" he breathed against it.
Draco was panting now. "That you ... fancied me ...." he managed.
Harry smiled, nipping at Draco's skin. "I think when you helped me study for N.E.W.T.s," he whispered. "You have a sexy voice. Irresistible."
"Ohhh, Godsss," Draco moaned, head falling back. "You remember ...."
"I couldn't forget anything about you," Harry said, kissing Draco's exposed throat and licking his Adam's apple. "And you still smell like vanilla."
"You almost ... I sent you home," the blond gasped, fingers curled as Harry's tongue caressed him.
"I can barely remember what happened," Harry admitted. "But I do remember ... wanting you. Not admitting it, but knowing it. On some level."
Harry had no idea the self-control it had taken to refuse him that night. Now Draco stood trembling as the man's hands and mouth teased him. "Now ... you have me," he replied.
"Never giving you up," Harry said, licking again as he pushed the hands on Draco's arse down further. He let his boxers and trousers fall to the floor, squeezing his flesh.
Draco moaned, cock springing free to brush against the still partially-clothed man pressed against him. "Never give me up," he agreed readily.
"Mmm, never," Harry let out huskily, pressing Draco back against the wall and moving hands to his hips.
Draco spread his fingers out against the wall, suddenly aware that he wanted Harry in control of this. Wanted Harry to fulfil his fantasies. "Yes," he encouraged.
Harry brought his mouth to Draco's again, taking his hands away only to quickly rid himself of his own trousers and shorts. "You want me right now, baby?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered into his lover's mouth, eyes roaming over Harry's body. "Wanted you then, want you now."
"Mmm, tell me what you want me to do to you," Harry breathed, licking the corner of Draco's mouth.
Draco reached both hands up, grasping hooks meant for hanging clothes, and spread his legs a bit wider. His body shivered badly for a moment at the position so much like the one had been forced into before. "Devour me," he managed.
"Yes," Harry whispered, kissing Draco again. He began to make his way down Draco's body, sucking and nipping at his skin as he caressed with his fingers.
Draco held on tightly, skin tingling as Harry's mouth moved over him. His nipples hardened to points and his cock twitched again.
Harry took a nipple in his teeth, biting gently as he looked up at Draco. He trailed a hand down, grasping the throbbing length of Draco's cock.
Draco moaned loudly at that, head falling back to smack against the wall. "Oh, yes, baby, yes!"
Harry moaned too, moving lower. "Gonna suck this thick cock," he said hoarsely. "Take you in my mouth. Did you want me to suck your cock the last time we were here?" He licked up the shaft.
Draco couldn't even count the number of times he had imagined Harry on his knees, sucking him. "Yes, wrapping those beautiful lips around me," he whispered.
Harry moaned and did just that, sliding lips over the head of his lover's cock. He hummed in pleasure, reaching a hand to cup Draco's sac.
Draco couldn't hold on to the hooks any longer, reaching one hand out to caress his lover's hair. "Yes, Harry, love that," he encouraged. "I came back here that night, you know."
Harry moaned, his own cock twitching as he sucked harder on the one in his mouth.
Draco's eyes were half closed in pleasure as his fingers curled in those thick locks. "You stayed for dinner," he gasped. "And when you left ... I came back here ...."
Harry moaned again, panting now as he brought his mouth away for only a moment. "What did you do?" he asked, wanting to hear it even though he could probably guess.
Draco pointed to a bench. "That's the bench, the one you sat on," he said. "I came back here and lay down on it, imagining you ...."
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped. A spurt of pre-come shot out to spatter between Draco's open legs and he sucked Draco's cock back into his mouth, bobbing his head.
Draco groaned, shuddering at his lover's renewed efforts on his cock. He gasped, trying to talk with such pleasure surging up his spine. "I imagined you taking me right there," he managed.
Harry wondered if Draco was trying to make his brain explode. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and his fingers moved to tease the expanse of smooth skin between Draco's balls and entrance.
One hand still hung on to the hook, or Draco might have fallen. He spread his legs even further. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
Harry's fingers were dry, but he pushed one gently up into Draco, feeling as if he were about to come without even being touched.
"Fuck yes," Draco gasped, muscles spasming around Harry's finger and hand in his hair tightening. "Close!"
Harry groaned one last time, taking Draco far into his mouth as he pumped his finger. He could feel his own orgasm on the very edge.
Draco cried out wordlessly as his body twitched hard, spilling himself into his lover's mouth.
Harry pulled back enough for the come to spatter on his lips and chin and he licked at the head of Draco's cock. He reached one hand down to give himself a few good strokes and came as well, in long sticky ribbons over the floor.
Draco shook, eyes half open as he watched him. He released the hook and slid to his knees in front of Harry and pulled him forward, licking his own come off Harry's face.
Harry's eyelids fluttered, and he lapped and sucked at Draco's lips as Draco did the same to him. "Fuck, baby, you're hot," he groaned.
Draco shivered in pleasure. "Hot for you," he answered, one arm wrapping around Harry's waist to pull him close.
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck and then sat on his arse to wrap his legs around Draco as well.
Draco huffed in amusement and delight, pulling Harry and sitting back so that the man was in his lap. And he was now sitting in the come Harry had spilled onto the floor. He made a face but didn't let go.
Harry kissed Draco's neck, humming with contentment.
Both arms wrapped about his lover, Draco delighted in holding him and relaxing under Harry's eager attentions. "Now we need a shower before we fly," he teased.
"Mmm, fine with me," Harry said, voice deep as he continued to kiss over Draco's skin.
Draco leaned back against the wall, holding Harry and waiting for the man to be ready to move. "So I won't let you win this time," he teased.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you let me win, did you?" he said, pressing a last kiss to Draco's lips.
"I was distracted," Draco defended, with a smirk.
Harry gasped in mock offence. "So I was hot enough to distract you then, but not hot enough now?"
"Well, I have been very well sucked off," Draco observed, grinning now.
Harry grinned too. "There you go feeding my ego again," he said, unwrapping his arms to try and push himself up.
Draco reluctantly released him, watching him with that same sappy smile on his face.
Harry reached his hands down to help Draco to his feet once he stood on his own.
Draco let Harry pull him up, smiling still at how debauched his lover looked.
"You make me want to kiss you all the bloody time," Harry told him. "Smiling like that with those perfect lips." And he kissed him again, then snorted at himself. "Shower, then fly, or Cleaning Charm, fly, and then shower?" he asked.
"Cleaning Charm, fly, fuck and shower?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
Harry shivered. "You cheating Slytherin," he accused. "Get me thinking about fucking before we play, but you're on."
Draco rolled his eyes but didn't stop smiling as he cast Cleaning Charms on them and the floor, then turned to suit up.
Harry snorted, pulling his uniform on as well. It was a bit short in the arms and legs, but it wasn't anything very noticeable. He was actually quite glad that he'd grown since sixth year.
"You need me to cast a Resizing Charm?" Draco asked, looking him up and down.
"Is it that bad?" Harry asked, stretching his arms out.
Draco smirked and shook his head. It was a bit cute, actually. "Is it comfortable?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said. He smirked. "Ready?"
"Ready as you are, Potter," Draco quipped.
"Ooh, Potter?" Harry said, slapping Draco's arse playfully. "Come on then, Malfoy."
Draco laughed and headed out to the pitch, carrying a broom and the snitch. When they were both ready, he released it, doing the count like he had before, eyes never leaving Harry's.
Harry kicked off from the ground as soon as the word 'ten' had left Draco's lips. He was determined not to get distracted this time.
Draco laughed, launching himself after the other man, his spirit soaring in the joy of flying and being with Harry.
Harry grinned, eyes darting around for a glimmer of gold. Without looking back at Draco, he shook his arse a bit, teasing.
Draco smirked but tried to focus on looking for the Snitch. He circled the pitch, enjoying the feel of the wind in his hair and the sun on his face.
Harry did steal one glance at Draco. He couldn't help it. Draco was beautiful. But he went right back to trying to find the Snitch, circling the pitch opposite from Draco.
Draco saw the glint in the sun and launched into a climb after it.
Harry narrowed his eyes, streaking after Draco as fast as he could get the broom to go.
The blond was grinning as he curved left, trying to intercept the ball.
No way was Draco about to beat him. Harry tried to get the Nimbus to go even faster, frustrated when Draco blocked his way. He nearly crashed into him and had to break off quickly, gasping. He recovered quickly from his almost-fall and sped forward again, dipping down to shoot up and reach for the Snitch from beneath his lover. He could see Draco's fingers so near it, and stretched his right hand out, feeling his muscles straining. He managed to snatch it then, fumbling in his awkward angle, but his hand was closed over the winged ball.
Draco's hand was just seconds behind Harry's, and his fingers closed over his lover's.
Harry slowed to a stop, grinning widely at Draco. "Absolutely brilliant," he said smugly, and a bit breathlessly.
Draco shook his head. He didn't let go of Harry's hand, using it instead to pull him closer.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, bringing their faces very close. "Caught you," he whispered, smiling at him.
Flying with his lover, holding him, was amazing. Draco grinned, leaning in to kiss him.
Harry kissed back, having to let go of Draco with at least one hand, lest he slip off the broom, but he held him tightly.
"Never let me go," Draco gasped, feeling light-headed with excitement.
"Never," Harry promised, holding Draco even tighter.
Chapter Title: Never Give Up
Words: 4063 Words
Harry didn't know who could be knocking at the door – well, he knew that it could be several different people, but he didn't know why anyone would be coming over. They hadn't received any notice in the mail, not that Draco's mother usually sent notice when she came over. Actually, hardly anyone sent notice before coming. He shook his head, moving down the hallway. It probably was Narcissa, and he didn't fancy going up and disturbing Draco from his potions. He had no idea what he got up to in there. He only knew that Draco didn't like to be pulled away while in the middle of ... whatever it was – especially lately. He reached the door, pulling it open to see – well, not who he had been expecting.
“Er, hello, Seamus," he said.
Seamus gave a strange smile. "Hi," he said. "Bad time?"
"Er, no, I suppose not," Harry answered, stepping back to allow the man into the house.
Seamus walked through the door, standing in the foyer.
"Anything particular you wanted or...?" Harry said, shrugging.
"No, just – just over for a visit."
"Mm." Harry had actually wondered when someone else besides Neville would get up the nerve to come over after what Rita had written.
Seamus nodded.
"Well, you go ahead and sit down. I'll run upstairs to let Draco know you're here."
"Oh," said Seamus. "If he's busy I don't want to – to bother him or anything."
"No, I'm sure it's fine," Harry said, though he still wasn't looking forward to disrupting Draco's work.
"Well, okay. If you're sure."
Harry nodded and Seamus walked down the hall, heading for the sitting room.
Harry sighed, starting up the stairs. He stopped at the lab door, wincing a little before knocking. Perhaps he would be lucky and catch Draco in a free moment.
"Just a minute," Draco called, still counting as he stirred the potion. He finished his count and then doused the flames with a flick of his wand. "What's up?"
"Seamus is here," Harry called through the door.
Draco's eyes widened. He washed his hands and went to the door of the lab. He stuck his head out. "Seamus?"
Harry nodded. "That's what I said."
Draco came out, closing the lab door behind him. "What's it about?"
Harry arched an eyebrow. "Says he's over for a visit."
Draco cocked his head. "He's never visited before except at Christmas," he said.
Harry shrugged and didn't voice what he really thought Seamus was over for.
Draco sighed and gestured for Harry to lead the way to the sitting room.
Harry walked with Draco down the stairs and hallway, entering into the sitting room, where Seamus was perched on the sofa, looking a tad uncomfortable and out of place. He gave another odd smile when he looked up and nodded to Harry and Draco both.
Draco hung back, not sure of why Seamus was visiting and not sure he could handle it.
"Tea?" Harry asked politely, moving into the room and sitting in one of the armchairs. He would've left room for Draco to sit next to him on the sofa, but Seamus was sitting in the middle of it.
"Sure," Seamus answered.
Harry called Kreacher for the tea, and glanced at Draco still standing by the door.
Draco took a deep breath and moved into the room, taking a seat in the other armchair. "Hi," he said.
Seamus gave yet another odd smile. "Hi," he said.
Harry picked at his fingernails.
"So, um," said Seamus, scratching his nose, "how are you blokes then?"
Harry adjusted his glasses. "Better," he answered, nodding.
Draco didn't know what to say that. He glanced warily at Seamus.
"Mm. Well, that – that's good," said Seamus.
Harry sighed.
Seamus glanced up at both of them and cleared his throat. "Erm, well ... I suppose I came to, you know, see if you were all right. Everyone's been ... pretty worried after ... but no one has come yet, so I just figured I would since ..." He trailed off strangely, shrugging.
Draco's eyebrows rose as he glanced at Harry. Was Seamus trying to show support for them? Draco didn't want to talk about what had happened, but he appreciated that Seamus was willing to see how they were doing. The blond nodded but looked to Harry to say something.
Harry glanced at Draco as well, and then back at Seamus, who was flushing slightly in his awkwardness.
Harry wasn't completely sure what to do or say either. "Um, thanks," he said finally.
Seamus flushed a bit brighter. "I – I don't mean to bring it up or anything ... I just ... Well, no one really believed what Skeeter wrote and I just thought you should probably know ..."
"No, really, Seamus," said Harry. "We – it's ... Thanks."
The mention of the article was hard but it wasn't like they weren't all thinking about it. Draco took a deep breath. "Yes, thank you," he said.
Seamus nodded and they all sat in silence for a few moments, during which Kreacher came with their tea.
Harry made his cup and then still sat in silence because, well, what were they supposed to talk about now?
Draco sipped his tea. "Seamus, tell us how you have been doing?"
Seamus looked up at him in apparent surprise. Then flushed again. "Pretty... Pretty good actually."
Harry had looked at Draco in surprise as well, but now smirked at Seamus' words. He hid it with his cup.
Draco really smiled at that. "I am glad to hear that," he said truthfully. "Anyone in particular?"
Seamus' ears turned red and Harry was reminded of Ron. "No one you blokes would know," he said.
"Is he hot?" Harry asked, suppressing a snort.
Seamus looked up at him quickly.
Harry did snort then. "Only teasing," he said, and Seamus smiled almost shyly.
Draco relaxed a bit more, sitting back in his chair now. It was nice to just talk about "normal" things. He smiled at Harry.
They sat and talked with Seamus for an entire hour, which was surprising to Harry. He enjoyed teasing about Seamus' new boyfriend, and Seamus seemed to enjoy actually being able to talk about it, and even better was that Draco seemed to enjoy it as well, which was what was most important to Harry.
He stood at the front door with Draco and Seamus, holding it open. "Tell everyone hi for us, yeah?" Harry said.
Seamus smiled. "Sure thing," he said. "See you, Harry. Mal – D-Draco." He nodded to both of them.
Draco nodded, still smiling as the man left. He looked fondly at Harry once the door was closed.
Harry sighed contently and slipped arms over Draco's shoulders. "Well," he said. "That was unexpected and odd, but nice."
Draco turned toward him, sliding an arm about Harry's waist. "Nice to see others in love, too," he said softly.
Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Draco's. "Not as nice as knowing that we are."
Draco kissed him back. These days there was always something hard and painful inside him that seemed only to loosen when Harry held him. "No, nothing as nice as that," he whispered against his lover's lips.
Harry closed his eyes and let their foreheads rest together for a few moments as he stroked Draco's hair. He finally pulled back a tad. "Back to the lab, my beautiful Potions Master?" he said with a wry grin, quirking an eyebrow.
Oh, but that look undid him every time. "Have something else in mind?" Draco asked softly.
"Oh, I always have something else in mind," Harry answered, and grasped the back of Draco's neck to pull him into another kiss.
***
Harry looked up from his book and sighed. He hadn't actually even been able to read much. Honestly, he didn't feel like reading at all. The sunlight pouring in from the window kept distracting him, practically calling his name. He looked over at Draco, knowing he still wasn't particularly comfortable going outside. "It's nice out today," he said quietly.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, not looking up from the book he was reading. His nose twitched and he absently tucked a strand of blond hair back behind his ear.
Harry sighed again, going silent for a few seconds. "We should do something," he tried.
Draco recognised that restless tone and gave up on his book with a sigh. He put a bookmark in place, closed the volume and set it aside, turning to face Harry. "What do you want to do?"
Harry frowned. "Well, I'm fine if you don't want to do anything," he said. "It's just, well, it'd be pretty nice for a fly today."
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Fly?"
Harry raised his eyebrows as well. "Yeah," he said. "You know, on broomsticks?"
Draco smiled, memory supplying him with the last time Harry and he had flown together. He had come so hard that night he'd thought he would pass out. "Think you can still catch me?" he teased, his voice a bit husky.
Harry smirked. Draco seemed to like to use those words. "Well, I can certainly try," he said with a grin. It sounded as though he was about to get what he wanted.
Draco shrugged as if it was casual and got to his feet. "Still have your Quidditch uniform?" he asked.
Harry grinned wider. "From school?" he said. "Yeah. Should still fit."
"Yes, our school uniforms," Draco answered, grinning. He was aroused just thinking of it. "We can use the pitch at the Manor."
"I'll run up and get it and then we can go," Harry said enthusiastically, getting to his feet.
Draco's uniform was still at the Manor and he grinned as Harry ran up the stairs. His fear of going out seemed quite mild compared to the excitement he felt at the idea of flying with Harry.
They left for the Manor as soon as Harry made it back downstairs. Draco stopped in to greet his mother quickly, and she very happily agreed to let them use the pitch, obviously glad to see Draco out.
Harry was glad that they didn't have to spend too much time talking with Narcissa. He was eager to get flying. They made their way out to the Quidditch pitch, Harry carrying his scarlet uniform. "Want to watch me change ... again?" he asked Draco with a smirk.
"You remember that?" Draco asked, blushing softly as he led the way to the locker room. He was carrying his Slytherin uniform as well.
Harry snorted. "Of course I remember it," he said. "You were completely checking me out."
"You seemed oblivious at the time," Draco said, smiling at the memory. He laid his uniform on a bench and then let his eyes follow his lover's movements, making sure it was clear he still liked to "check him out.”
"I suppose I sort of was," Harry said, smirking as he reached to pull his shirt off. "I did know you watched me, though."
Draco smirked again. "And what did you think of that?" he asked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
"I didn't really know what to think at the time," Harry said, watching Draco. "I guess I just figured it was because you liked blokes. But I checked you out too."
"Even though I changed in the bathroom?" Draco asked, slowly sliding the shirt off.
"Not when we were changing," Harry answered, still watching Draco as he pulled at his belt. "When we were flying."
Draco licked his lips, watching his lover undress. "Do you have any idea how much I loved that? How much being with you drove me crazy?" he nearly whispered. He was aroused again, standing there with his hands paused on his own belt.
Harry took a few steps forward, taking Draco's belt himself. "No," he whispered. "How crazy did it make you?"
Draco trembled at the touch and it was very clear now how much Harry affected him. "It's a wonder I didn't crash, I was so focused on your arse," he admitted.
A slow smirk spread across Harry's face, and he kissed Draco just as slowly, tugging his belt free. "And you let me catch you, didn't you?" he asked.
Draco gasped, cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. "Would I do that?" he managed, but his voice was breathy.
"I think you would," Harry said, flicking open buttons now. "Is it bad that I think I knew you were letting me and I caught you anyway?"
Draco swallowed hard, eyes flickering down to where Harry was undressing him. "No, not bad," he whispered.
"I think we both flirted pretty shamelessly," Harry said, snapping open the last button.
"Shameless," Draco whispered, remembering the night that Harry had got drunk and was throwing himself at him. "When ... when did you know ...?"
Harry moved his hands into Draco's trousers and shorts, resting them on his arse. He slid his cheek along Draco's until his mouth was at his ear. "Know what?" he breathed against it.
Draco was panting now. "That you ... fancied me ...." he managed.
Harry smiled, nipping at Draco's skin. "I think when you helped me study for N.E.W.T.s," he whispered. "You have a sexy voice. Irresistible."
"Ohhh, Godsss," Draco moaned, head falling back. "You remember ...."
"I couldn't forget anything about you," Harry said, kissing Draco's exposed throat and licking his Adam's apple. "And you still smell like vanilla."
"You almost ... I sent you home," the blond gasped, fingers curled as Harry's tongue caressed him.
"I can barely remember what happened," Harry admitted. "But I do remember ... wanting you. Not admitting it, but knowing it. On some level."
Harry had no idea the self-control it had taken to refuse him that night. Now Draco stood trembling as the man's hands and mouth teased him. "Now ... you have me," he replied.
"Never giving you up," Harry said, licking again as he pushed the hands on Draco's arse down further. He let his boxers and trousers fall to the floor, squeezing his flesh.
Draco moaned, cock springing free to brush against the still partially-clothed man pressed against him. "Never give me up," he agreed readily.
"Mmm, never," Harry let out huskily, pressing Draco back against the wall and moving hands to his hips.
Draco spread his fingers out against the wall, suddenly aware that he wanted Harry in control of this. Wanted Harry to fulfil his fantasies. "Yes," he encouraged.
Harry brought his mouth to Draco's again, taking his hands away only to quickly rid himself of his own trousers and shorts. "You want me right now, baby?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered into his lover's mouth, eyes roaming over Harry's body. "Wanted you then, want you now."
"Mmm, tell me what you want me to do to you," Harry breathed, licking the corner of Draco's mouth.
Draco reached both hands up, grasping hooks meant for hanging clothes, and spread his legs a bit wider. His body shivered badly for a moment at the position so much like the one had been forced into before. "Devour me," he managed.
"Yes," Harry whispered, kissing Draco again. He began to make his way down Draco's body, sucking and nipping at his skin as he caressed with his fingers.
Draco held on tightly, skin tingling as Harry's mouth moved over him. His nipples hardened to points and his cock twitched again.
Harry took a nipple in his teeth, biting gently as he looked up at Draco. He trailed a hand down, grasping the throbbing length of Draco's cock.
Draco moaned loudly at that, head falling back to smack against the wall. "Oh, yes, baby, yes!"
Harry moaned too, moving lower. "Gonna suck this thick cock," he said hoarsely. "Take you in my mouth. Did you want me to suck your cock the last time we were here?" He licked up the shaft.
Draco couldn't even count the number of times he had imagined Harry on his knees, sucking him. "Yes, wrapping those beautiful lips around me," he whispered.
Harry moaned and did just that, sliding lips over the head of his lover's cock. He hummed in pleasure, reaching a hand to cup Draco's sac.
Draco couldn't hold on to the hooks any longer, reaching one hand out to caress his lover's hair. "Yes, Harry, love that," he encouraged. "I came back here that night, you know."
Harry moaned, his own cock twitching as he sucked harder on the one in his mouth.
Draco's eyes were half closed in pleasure as his fingers curled in those thick locks. "You stayed for dinner," he gasped. "And when you left ... I came back here ...."
Harry moaned again, panting now as he brought his mouth away for only a moment. "What did you do?" he asked, wanting to hear it even though he could probably guess.
Draco pointed to a bench. "That's the bench, the one you sat on," he said. "I came back here and lay down on it, imagining you ...."
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped. A spurt of pre-come shot out to spatter between Draco's open legs and he sucked Draco's cock back into his mouth, bobbing his head.
Draco groaned, shuddering at his lover's renewed efforts on his cock. He gasped, trying to talk with such pleasure surging up his spine. "I imagined you taking me right there," he managed.
Harry wondered if Draco was trying to make his brain explode. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and his fingers moved to tease the expanse of smooth skin between Draco's balls and entrance.
One hand still hung on to the hook, or Draco might have fallen. He spread his legs even further. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
Harry's fingers were dry, but he pushed one gently up into Draco, feeling as if he were about to come without even being touched.
"Fuck yes," Draco gasped, muscles spasming around Harry's finger and hand in his hair tightening. "Close!"
Harry groaned one last time, taking Draco far into his mouth as he pumped his finger. He could feel his own orgasm on the very edge.
Draco cried out wordlessly as his body twitched hard, spilling himself into his lover's mouth.
Harry pulled back enough for the come to spatter on his lips and chin and he licked at the head of Draco's cock. He reached one hand down to give himself a few good strokes and came as well, in long sticky ribbons over the floor.
Draco shook, eyes half open as he watched him. He released the hook and slid to his knees in front of Harry and pulled him forward, licking his own come off Harry's face.
Harry's eyelids fluttered, and he lapped and sucked at Draco's lips as Draco did the same to him. "Fuck, baby, you're hot," he groaned.
Draco shivered in pleasure. "Hot for you," he answered, one arm wrapping around Harry's waist to pull him close.
Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck and then sat on his arse to wrap his legs around Draco as well.
Draco huffed in amusement and delight, pulling Harry and sitting back so that the man was in his lap. And he was now sitting in the come Harry had spilled onto the floor. He made a face but didn't let go.
Harry kissed Draco's neck, humming with contentment.
Both arms wrapped about his lover, Draco delighted in holding him and relaxing under Harry's eager attentions. "Now we need a shower before we fly," he teased.
"Mmm, fine with me," Harry said, voice deep as he continued to kiss over Draco's skin.
Draco leaned back against the wall, holding Harry and waiting for the man to be ready to move. "So I won't let you win this time," he teased.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you let me win, did you?" he said, pressing a last kiss to Draco's lips.
"I was distracted," Draco defended, with a smirk.
Harry gasped in mock offence. "So I was hot enough to distract you then, but not hot enough now?"
"Well, I have been very well sucked off," Draco observed, grinning now.
Harry grinned too. "There you go feeding my ego again," he said, unwrapping his arms to try and push himself up.
Draco reluctantly released him, watching him with that same sappy smile on his face.
Harry reached his hands down to help Draco to his feet once he stood on his own.
Draco let Harry pull him up, smiling still at how debauched his lover looked.
"You make me want to kiss you all the bloody time," Harry told him. "Smiling like that with those perfect lips." And he kissed him again, then snorted at himself. "Shower, then fly, or Cleaning Charm, fly, and then shower?" he asked.
"Cleaning Charm, fly, fuck and shower?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
Harry shivered. "You cheating Slytherin," he accused. "Get me thinking about fucking before we play, but you're on."
Draco rolled his eyes but didn't stop smiling as he cast Cleaning Charms on them and the floor, then turned to suit up.
Harry snorted, pulling his uniform on as well. It was a bit short in the arms and legs, but it wasn't anything very noticeable. He was actually quite glad that he'd grown since sixth year.
"You need me to cast a Resizing Charm?" Draco asked, looking him up and down.
"Is it that bad?" Harry asked, stretching his arms out.
Draco smirked and shook his head. It was a bit cute, actually. "Is it comfortable?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said. He smirked. "Ready?"
"Ready as you are, Potter," Draco quipped.
"Ooh, Potter?" Harry said, slapping Draco's arse playfully. "Come on then, Malfoy."
Draco laughed and headed out to the pitch, carrying a broom and the snitch. When they were both ready, he released it, doing the count like he had before, eyes never leaving Harry's.
Harry kicked off from the ground as soon as the word 'ten' had left Draco's lips. He was determined not to get distracted this time.
Draco laughed, launching himself after the other man, his spirit soaring in the joy of flying and being with Harry.
Harry grinned, eyes darting around for a glimmer of gold. Without looking back at Draco, he shook his arse a bit, teasing.
Draco smirked but tried to focus on looking for the Snitch. He circled the pitch, enjoying the feel of the wind in his hair and the sun on his face.
Harry did steal one glance at Draco. He couldn't help it. Draco was beautiful. But he went right back to trying to find the Snitch, circling the pitch opposite from Draco.
Draco saw the glint in the sun and launched into a climb after it.
Harry narrowed his eyes, streaking after Draco as fast as he could get the broom to go.
The blond was grinning as he curved left, trying to intercept the ball.
No way was Draco about to beat him. Harry tried to get the Nimbus to go even faster, frustrated when Draco blocked his way. He nearly crashed into him and had to break off quickly, gasping. He recovered quickly from his almost-fall and sped forward again, dipping down to shoot up and reach for the Snitch from beneath his lover. He could see Draco's fingers so near it, and stretched his right hand out, feeling his muscles straining. He managed to snatch it then, fumbling in his awkward angle, but his hand was closed over the winged ball.
Draco's hand was just seconds behind Harry's, and his fingers closed over his lover's.
Harry slowed to a stop, grinning widely at Draco. "Absolutely brilliant," he said smugly, and a bit breathlessly.
Draco shook his head. He didn't let go of Harry's hand, using it instead to pull him closer.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, bringing their faces very close. "Caught you," he whispered, smiling at him.
Flying with his lover, holding him, was amazing. Draco grinned, leaning in to kiss him.
Harry kissed back, having to let go of Draco with at least one hand, lest he slip off the broom, but he held him tightly.
"Never let me go," Draco gasped, feeling light-headed with excitement.
"Never," Harry promised, holding Draco even tighter.