Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

**I miss you

I miss you so far

And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard**





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Harry stared blankly in front of him, not seeming to see anything. Draco couldn’t keep still. He kept sitting down next to him, fidgeting, tapping his toes, jumping up again. He couldn’t think of anything to say. It burned his insides that the source of Harry’s discomfort was Ginny. The sole fact that Harry had come to him was enough to sate him though, and he continued to dance uncomfortably around the numb man on his couch. Finally, he couldn’t take the tense silence anymore.





“Harry. I don’t want to sound… insensitive… but… is this really so bad?”





Harry seemed to shake out of his stupor. He glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye. Sighing, he wrung his hands, and realizing he was, himself, fidgeting, he pushed them under his legs. Trying not to make eye contact with Draco, but trying not to look like it, he licked his lips nervously.





“Draco… You know I still love Ginny, right?”





The topic of his woman very rarely came up, and with great purpose. Harry didn’t want to hurt any of them. He knew how much Draco loved him, and he knew that just mentioning her was enough to break his heart. He hated having to play this game with him, but he couldn’t deny his feelings, and since Draco had never asked him to choose, he’d just counted his stars and kept going. Now was a different story, however, and he’d have to make the decision he’d put off even thinking about.





Draco just looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to make any response, because he didn’t like where the conversation was going. He was half-afraid that the only reason Harry even came to him was to tell him he had to end it. The idea pained him more than he was ready for, so he just nodded, not trusting his voice.





“Draco…”





“Harry- if this is you… trying… to…”





He couldn’t get it all out before a choked sob interrupted. Harry knew where he was going though, and he turned suddenly, putting fingers to his lips, trying to stop the train.





“No, Draco. No. If I can’t have both of you, I want at least one of you. I mean it. I’ve never really understood any of this, and finally stopped thinking about it ages ago, but there is no choosing. I care so much about Ginny. I would give anything for her. She is my life. My future.”





Draco’s eyes drifted closed at these words. The idea that someone else made Harry happier than him hurt.





“No, don’t shut down. I’m not finished. I would do anything for her, but you. You make me feel. Just thinking about the smell of your neck sends tingles down my spine. I get butterflies just thinking about you. I’d never make it if it were just her. I came to terms with that long ago.”





Draco looked up and met Harry’s eyes for the first time that night. Harry had never articulated any of this before.





“So… This was never just a fling?”





“Never. You mean as much to me as she does.”





It was an odd sensation, knowing he’d have to share Harry, but knowing there was no competition. Of course, he hoped that Ginny wouldn’t come around, but he also didn’t want to see Harry hurt. He was beginning to get a taste of what that would do to him, and he wasn’t enjoying it.





“Harry, I’m sorry that it had to turn out this way.”





He stretched his hand out to rest on Harry’s shoulder, and Harry leaned his head onto Draco’s arm. He gave a watery smile, and took a deep breath.





“It’s alright. I’m just glad you understand.”





“I’ve had to share you for this long. Maybe now we can get everything out in the open, and it’ll be easier.”



Harry smiled weakly at his lover, and Draco sighed. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he’d work on it. When Harry pulled back and drew his knees to his chest, it pulled at Draco’s heartstrings. Seeing him rock back and forth, hiding half his face. He just looked so scared, and it hurt Draco. He had to do something to distract him. He scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek. Harry looked up, not suspicious, but not sure what he was doing.





“Harry, let’s just wait until morning. We can- you can talk to her then and figure things out.”





Harry nodded, still looking a touch distracted. When Draco’s hand moved back to finger the spot behind his ears, he almost purred and leaned into it. An underhanded move, but it always served to distract him in the past. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry, gently, soothingly. He wanted to just take Harry’s mind off of things, and he couldn’t think of anything better than good-old-fashioned-lovin’.





“Draco, I don’t-“





Draco shushed him gently and crawled into his lap, straddling his hips. He smiled down at Harry, peppering kisses on his eyes, nose, lips, throat. Harry’s breath deepened and relaxed. He leaned his head back as Draco moved his lips to his neck, licking a trail from clavicle to ear lobe. Sucking in said earlobe he was rewarded with a contented noise, not quite a moan. He smiled around the object, and let go to move to something even more rewarding. He pulled the shirt over Harry’s head. Before Harry could even register the pause in attentions, Draco met his lips in a soft but demanding kiss. Harry instantly acquiesced and startled Draco with how needy it felt.





Harry wouldn’t let Draco break from the kiss so he settled further into Harry’s lap, delighted in the feel of Harry’s arousal making its presence quite known. He ground down on his lap, losing Harry’s moan in his own. It was enough to break the kiss, and Draco returned to his neck. Harry held him closely, Draco’s own hands alternating between fisting Harry’s hair and rubbing down his back. He couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted to touch more, and settled for everything all at once. Harry suddenly bucked, overcome with the onslaught of sensations, and Draco matched, all the better for Harry to gasp and throw his head back on the couch. Draco bit at his throat, tonguing his adam’s-apple. He sucked at the hollow, earning more throaty mewls from his paramour.





Harry’s breath came in gasps now, and he keened at the attentions.





“Draco… “





“Mmm?”





Draco didn’t want to stop teasing Harry’s nerves, so he kept at his task, moving from neck to chest, laving at nipples, dancing between the two choices before him. Harry’s breath hitched, but he managed a pleading whine.





“Draco- please?”





The blonde smirked and rolled his hips again to offer more friction, and Harry gasped again, followed by a delicious whine that curled Draco’s toes. The panting gasps of breath spurred him on, and when he rolled again attempting a dancing sort of rhythm, the way Harry moaned his name again made him stop for fear of a premature ending. Draco’s own breath enough to match Harry’s, he moved just long enough to remove their pants, silently thanking Harry for not bothering with real clothes before he left his home. He resettled himself over his lap, just delighting in the feel of flesh against flesh. It was always his favourite part, and Harry always had trouble moving him past it, but Draco was in control tonight, and knew that Harry needed a little more, and so sliding himself against the other’s chest once more, he reached over for his wand that was lying next to them on the side-table. Kissing Harry delicately, and passionately, he spelled Harry’s cock slick with a lube-like substance, but neglected to add some to himself. He had grown accustomed to Harry’s clumsy, unprepared entrances, and had grown to rather like them.





“Harry, love… are you ready?”





Harry nodded, not quite able to respond he was quivering so badly. Overcome with emotion, and sensation, he tried to control his hyperventilation. When Draco seated himself on Harry’s erection, the throaty moan he let off sent fire gripping the inside of Harry’s chest. Draco tried to steady his shaky breathing, but he couldn’t take the sensation anymore, and had to move. Without warning his lover, he lifted up and eased back down.





Harry keened at him and chastised him for moving so slowly, but Draco didn’t want to rush this. Knowing Harry wouldn’t object in retrospect, he moved up again, even slower than before. He rotated his hips in an awkward angle and pattern, testing for different reactions. Harry’s breath only sped, and Draco himself was having a hard time holding back. One of his twists caught the spot inside he was looking for, but it caught him by surprise and he yelped, grabbing tighter to Harry.





“Draco… please…”





The whine that drew out the second word sent shivers up Draco’s spine, and his cock twitched in an awkward bob.





“Harry,” he panted, “you don’t know what you do to me.”





Just on this side of coherent, Harry managed a little less than a needy moan, serving to hasten Draco’s desire. His thighs and hips aching, he shifted and slammed harder, jabbing the spot deliciously over and over. He didn’t bother with stopping to savour the moments individually, but let them all cascade together and wash over him, building the intense wave of pleasure that was threatening to make him cease to exist.





Draco couldn’t help but chant Harry’s name over and over again, a silent prayer, a throaty beg, the gasps and moans punctuating the deluge of pleading spilling forth. Harry himself, who usually was more restrained with his words, was not used to this passive role, and the overwhelming sense of lack of control spreading over him sent him into the exact same spiral of begging and pleading that Draco was subject to. He suddenly wanted more and more, and removed his hands from their desperate, unguided exploration of the man in (on) his lap, and he wrapped him tight in his arms doing his best to meet Draco’s thrusts, seating himself even deeper than before and earning sharp shouts and cries from the object of his affection. The heat was swirling in his belly and spreading over his chest, his toes curled, his spine tingled, and still he couldn’t quite make it over the edge. Teetering on the precipice of oblivion, the tension was enough to make him explode, and he tried with all his might, but his orgasm just flirted with him, teasing him, torturing him… And that’s exactly the sensation he was experiencing right now. Pure, unadulterated, blissful, fucking, torture.



Draco’s breath came out in sharp obscenities, clearly not able to handle the attack on all of his nerves. The swirl of “fuck” and “Harry, please, I need it” echoed demandingly around them, and then descended to a desperate chant of “fuck” and “Harry” over and over. The heat built on top of itself, and Harry couldn’t breathe anymore. When Draco suddenly froze with a high pitched wail, heat splashing on Harry’s chest, twitching and bucking for what seemed like forever, Harry continued his assistance in moving Draco on his own length, lost instantly in the tight spasming of the only thing he knew right then. Suddenly everything was too much, and Harry himself was finally able to descend in the swirl of utter madness and he stilled, still not able to breath, not able move, just groaning in defeat at the sheer weight of it all.





“Fuck,” he drawled, when he was finally able to reconnect brain function, but it was only long enough for his mind to register a black-out before collapsing back onto the couch, not caring that the blonde was still seating on him. He didn’t even have the strength to wrap his arms around him, or shift to the side. He simply lay where he fell, lost in a land of blissful unconsciousness.





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Both men awoke with a start to the sharp, loud banging on the door. Neither had been able to move since their act was completed, and that was hours ago. They were both a sticky gummy mess, white bits of lint (wait, that’s not lint…) collecting between their chests. They mumbled sleepily, without really realizing where or how they were. Suddenly Draco’s eyes widened as he realized he now had guests trying to break down his door as he was naked and still seated on a very confused looking Harry Potter. He tried to move, but he appeared to be stuck in a very awkward position. Harry caught on quickly enough, and helped Draco remove himself, using Draco’s wand to cast a perfect cleaning charm. Draco grabbed the pants lying on the floor, sure that the door would break in at any moment. Harry dove for Draco’s bedroom, not sure what to do, not really wanting to be caught in a position like this, especially after last night.





“Harry? Draco! I know you’re in there! I know you’re BOTH in there!”





Draco’s eyes widened when he heard Hermione’s very angry voice on the other side of the door, and prayed that the Weasel wasn’t with her. It didn’t occur to him to fear a pregnant woman’s wrath.





“I’m coming!” he managed as sleepily as he could, mentally panicking.





“I bet you are you jerk! Now open this fucking door this instant!”





Harry had never heard her speak like this, and cowered behind the door in Draco’s bedroom, it not even occurring to him how foolish his actions actually were.





Finally, Draco managed to pull the door open, just in time to save its hinges.





“Hermione! How… er, nice to see you!”





“Cut the crap, Draco. I know he’s here.”





Draco had to throw himself out of the way, as Hermione stormed in (alone, thankfully) searching for the man she wanted to throttle.





“Harry! Come out this instant! We need to talk!”



“You didn’t bring Ron with you, did you ‘Mione?” he squeaked from the bedroom.”





“Harry James Potter! If you don’t get out here this instant, you’ll have the worst case of Bat Bogeys you’ve ever dreamed possible!”





Harry believed her, and marveled at how well she’d gotten down the ‘mommy voice’. He mentioned as such, in an attempt to lighten things as he appeared sheepishly from the hallway only slightly clad. Hermione dropped her head to her hands, in a vague ‘I have a headache’ stance.





“Oh, Harry…”





She shook her head, not wanting to be the one to tell Harry about everything, but knowing she had to.





“No, I did not bring Ron, I knew I’d have enough trouble not killing you myself, without him distracting me.”





Harry gulped and sat down softly, trying not to make any sudden movements. Draco tried to edge around the periphery, but Hermione zeroed in on him immediately.





“You! Sit. This includes you, too.”





Draco gulped also, and sat down just as gently next to Harry, needing a source of comfort, but far enough away so as not to incur even more wrath from the crazy woman in his living room.





“Boys… There are some things you need to know, and as I’m apparently the most level-headed one out of this entire group (at this she rolled her eyes) I’m going to have to be the one to discuss them with you.”





Harry couldn’t help himself, and interrupted before she even began her second sentence.





“How is she?”





Hermione sighed and shook her head, staring at the carpet below her feet.





“Harry… you had incredible timing, I’ll give you that…”





His face screwed in confusion, and Draco eyed Hermione warily.





“What does that mean?”





Hermione glared at the blonde, not caring very much for his involvement.





“It means that this should have happened a year ago when you two ‘discovered each other’ or never at all.”





Harry was suddenly very worried for the woman he loved (for that’s what she was) and he rose to his feet.





“Hermione, what’s wrong?”





She eyed him sadly, and sat down on the chair nearest their end of the sofa.





“Harry, Ginny’s pregnant.”





Harry dropped back to the couch, stunned past understanding the words coming out of his friend’s mouth.





“What?”





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**If you want, I\'ll keep on crying

Did you get what you deserve?

Is this what you always want me for?**