Summer with Draco

Chapter Fourteen:

Hey guys. Glad you liked the last chapter. I want to thank all of your for all the support you gave me on this fic, and on Forced Bonding. You make the time and effort I put into them worthwhile.

Everybody give a hand to Moon Flower Rose. She gave me an idea in her review. I was not sure how to go about them making up, but she gave me the idea. Thanks!

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Harry did not sleep long. He woke with a start a few hours later. He was much disoriented and could not figure out why Draco was not in bed with him. Then it all came back, and it was all he could do to stop crying.

‘I can’t believe that he got so mad at me for defending him. I love him, why wouldn’t I defend him? And for it to take Snape, of all people, to point out that he was being a prat? Maybe he doesn’t love me after all? Maybe what we had seemed so special because we were so isolated. We really didn’t give our relationship much thought. I just jumped right in like a typical Gryffindor. We haven’t even talked about our future. Maybe he never really saw us together after the war,’ Harry thought, while fighting back tears.

‘NO! I know he loves me! I know he does. He looks at me like Mr. Weasley looks at Mrs. Weasley and the way Ron and Hermione look at each other!’

“I know he loves me, and I am going to him to make him prove it to me!” He said aloud.

He jumped off the bed and quickly headed to Draco’s old room before he lost his nerve.

Knocking on the door first, he slowly opened it while softly calling Draco’s name, in case he was asleep.

He wasn’t. He was slumped in the armchair in front of the fire with a bottle of fire whiskey. Harry bit back a moan of disappointment when he saw the fire whiskey, thinking he was drunk.
Draco recognized his look and held up the bottle so Harry could see it wasn’t even opened.

“I’m not drunk Harry. I had planned on getting thoroughly smashed, but I changed my mind. What do you want?”

There was no malice in his tone, only hope.

“Do you love me Draco? Because the way you acted today gave me some doubts,” he said bluntly.

“Of course I love you Harry! Why would you think that?”

“Because you got so mad at me. All I wanted to do was protect you. Instead, you got embarrassed. Then Snape had to tell you that you were being a prat. I kind of made me wonder how you could love someone who embarrassed you.”

“Oh Harry! I love you SO much it hurts. You didn’t really embarrass me. It’s just that all the looks and whispers directed at me wore me down. Then I had you and Mrs. Weasley stick up for my while I was just sitting there, letting Moody insult me. I was embarrassed at myself. I just directed my anger at the first person I saw, which was you. I am so sorry I hurt you. Please, can you forgive me? I love you so much!”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Make love to me. Worship me. Prove to me that you love me.”

Draco looked at Harry with lust-filled eyes, and dragged him back to their bedroom where he set about ravishing the man he loved more than life it’s self.

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He made Harry stand still while he slowly undressed him, kissing every bit of skin that he exposed. If Harry wanted him to worship him, he would do so. He would worship Harry until he had no doubt in his mind that he loved him.

Inch by inch of skin was exposed and kissed until he reached Harry’s weeping cock. Harry was squirming and whimpering at the treatment he had received at his lovers hands and he hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

“Harry, lay down on the bed, on your hands and knees,” Draco instructed, and Harry quickly obeyed.

Draco quickly removed his cloths and knelt down behind Harry.

He reverently stroked the firm globes of Harry’s arse, before delving between the cheeks. At the first touch of his tongue to Harry’s hole, Harry gasped and came all over the bed beneath him.

“Oh gods Draco! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cum already.”

“It’s okay love. Do you want to continue?”

“Can you just hold me?” he whispered.

“Of course. Lets just clean up this mess first,” said Draco, performing a quick cleaning spell.

Draco was still hard as a rock, but he never passed up the chance to cuddle with Harry.

Of course, Harry noticed that he was hard and insisted on taking care of it before they cuddled.

So, after a quick, but satisfying blowjob, they curled up in each other’s arms and fell into a contented sleep, whispering I love you to each other.

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(Have you all got the fluff out of your teeth? I hadn’t planned on making it so fluffy, but it just came out that way.)
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Morning dawned way to early for the two boys currently wrapped around each other, but a persistent knocking on the bedroom door wouldn’t go away.

“Who is it?” demanded an extremely irritated Harry.

“It’s Hermione. Breakfast is ready. Are you two coming down?”

Harry looked at Draco, who nodded. Harry shrugged and told her they would be down soon.

After a few more minutes of kissing and petting the boys got up with the plans of taking a quick shower.

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An hour and a half later, they finally emerged downstairs. Their quick shower ended up being the makeup sex from last night. Harry was still reeling from on the best shag, and orgasm he had ever had. Draco just kept smirking at him knowingly. In the shower, while Harry was coming down from the orgasm he had leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear.

“Does this prove my love, love?”

All Harry could do was nod.

They arrived in the kitchen to see somebody had placed a warming spell on the food, and the two starving young men dived in.

Hermione walked in just as they were finishing up.

“What happened to, ‘We’ll be right down Mione.’ That was almost two hours ago.”

“We got distracted. Sorry.” The looks on their faces was anything but sorry, but Hermione wasn’t mad at them. They looked to hot together to stay mad at them for long.

“I forgive you this time, but just so you know, I think Ron is going to need therapy. Even he knew what you two were getting up to in there, and he tried to get me to scourgify his brain. It was kind of amusing actually.”

Harry and Draco just laughed and all three of them went into the sitting room to join Ron and Remus.

When Ron saw them, he started blushing, and soon his face was light pink all over.

“What’s the matter Ron? Are you CUMMING down with something?” smirked Harry.

“That was just corny Harry! You can do better than that!” admonished Draco.

“I know, but look at Ron! He looks as red as a tomato!”

Ron just growled at Harry and got up to leave.

“Wait! Ron, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist, and you know if the situations were reversed, you would do the same to me. Please don’t get mad. I won’t do it again, I promise,” pleaded Harry.

Ron came back and sat down on the couch, glaring at them all. Even Remus was laughing.

Eventually the laughter died down and they sat and discussed the meeting last night.

“Draco, I must say I think your plan will work. It is simple and easy to follow, and as you said, they will never expect us to make the first move. Did you come up with it on your own, or did you work on it with Harry?” Remus asked.

“Actually, my dad and I worked on it. I took my idea to him yesterday after you got here. He added a few things and we both agreed that it would be the best way to go about it. Seeing as how my father was his ‘most devoted follower’, he would know how he operated better than anyone did. I just hope that he is not so insane that he will become too unpredictable. If he does that, then I don’t know what we will do.”

Harry was looking at Draco in shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me what you were planning?” he asked.

“Because I wanted to do this with my father. WE needed to do this. For my mother.”

“I understand love. It’s a brilliant plan. I think it will work.”

“Lets hope so. Speaking of my father, I want to go update him. I am sure that Dumbledore already did, but he would want to hear my take on things. Come with me?”

“Sure. Will you guys be okay for a bit?” he asked Remus, Ron and Hermione.

“Of course we will,” replied Hermione.

“Actually Harry, I will go with you to Hogwarts. I have to leave today and I need to get my next mission from Albus,” said Remus.

“I hate it when you go on those missions Remy. What if something happened to you?” said a worried Harry.

“I will be fine Harry. I will keep in touch as much as it is safe to.”
He assured him.

The floo’d to Hogwarts and Remus stayed in Dumbledore’s office while Harry and Draco headed to the hospital wing.

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Draco checked with Madam Pomphrey to make sure it was okay to visit, and then he knocked on the door before opening it.

Harry marveled at the change in him from yesterday. He had more color to him and seemed to have more energy.

“Mr. Malfoy, you are looking much better.”

“Thank you Harry. I feel better. How did the meeting go?”

“It went good father. Did Professor Dumbledore come and update you yet?”

“Yes he did, but I would like to hear your take on things. How did everyone in the Order take it?”

Harry watched father and son as Draco launched into a detailed retelling of the meeting. He could see the love they had for each other and not for the first time wished he had had the chance for a similar relationship with his father, or even Sirius.

The two Malfoy’s looked strikingly similar, but were worlds apart in personality. The elder Malfoy was reserved and aloof, even with Draco. Even now, he just sat on the bed, looking for all the world like he was bored out of his mind, but one look in the stormy gray eyes, and you knew that he was hanging on to Draco’s every word.

Now Draco, he was enthusiastically tell his father what had happened at the meeting. He used his hands when he talked, and his face was an open book. While Draco might put on the famous Malfoy mask in public, he was not afraid to let his guard down when he was in intimate company. Harry wondered if the elder Malfoy ever let his guard down, or if this was who he really was. He would have to ask Draco later.

“So Harry. What do you think of our plan?” asked Lucius.

“I think it is brilliant Mr. Malfoy. It’s simple, and to the point. We go in, everybody kicks some death eater arse while I track down Dear Uncle Voldie and end it once and for all!”

“Bravo Mr. Potter. I do believe you are more than ready to end this. Believe me; I will be grateful to get out of this bloody room. I don’t think my sanity will survive being cooped up her much longer.”

“What do you mean sir? I thought as soon as your magic was fully restored you could leave.”

“No. Even when my magic is back fully, I would not be able to survive a mental attack from Voldemort. He broke through my walls so thoroughly that I have no resistance to him. I have to stay here in the warded room until he is dead.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize that. I’m sorry. You have my word that I will destroy him, or die trying.”

“Your not going to die Harry! Don’t even think that!” said Draco.

“Draco love, there is always the possibility that I will not make it. I have lots of confidence that I will win, especially with all the training we have been doing, but there is always that small chance that I will not make it. You have to accept that.”

“You are not going to die! I will not accept that!” he cried.

“Love, we need to sit down and talk this out calmly, but not here. Lets go back to Grimmauld Place.”

“There is nothing to talk about Harry,” said Draco, stubbornly.

“Draco son, you need to go with Harry and talk about this. I am shocked that you two have not had this conversation already. Go talk to him,” said Lucius, in a tone that demanded obedience.

Harry looked at him gratefully as he followed Draco out of the room.

They returned to Grimmauld Place in time for lunch, but Harry shook his head no at Hermione and led Draco straight up to their room.

They sat on the couch and Harry looked at Draco for a moment. The other boy was clearly distressed and it broke Harry’s heart. Before he could say anything though, Draco turned to Harry and said:

“Harry, if you die in this battle, I will follow you. There is nothing for me here. Nothing. I love my father, but I don’t think I could live without you. I know were young and I know that we only just come together, but I have loved you for so long now, and now that I finally got you, I don’t want to give you up. Can’t you understand that?”

“I do understand that Draco. If the situations were reversed, I would feel the same way. I just want you to know that there is a possibility of me falling in battle. I don’t want you to go around in denial like this.”

“I’m not in denial Harry. I know that you could die. Any of us could. I just don’t want to think about it.”

“I don’t like to think about it either. But it could happen. I know that I have a good chance of winning, especially with you by my side. I have faith that you will keep me safe. I want you to promise me something though.”

“Anything.”

“If I don’t make it, I want you to go on with your life.”

“NO! If Voldemort kills you, he might as well turn his wand on me too! And I will stand there and let him! I won’t live without you Harry, I won’t!”

“Please! You said anything, so promise me this!”

“I’m sorry Harry, but that is the one thing that I cannot promise you,” said Draco. He kissed Harry on the cheek and walked out of the room, leaving Harry sitting on the couch, with one tear running down his cheek.


A/n, well, it seems as if I now have an obsession with leaving a crying Harry at the end of the chapter. Sorry bout that…….