Secrets and Promises (Abandoned Story)

Series Title: Secrets and Promises
Fandom: Harry Potter
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Mystery & Romance
Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are a fictional characters created by J.K. Rowling as part of the Harry Potter series. We just borrow them to play. We don't make any money from it but we do have a very good time. [Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.]
Series Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them.
Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire.

Chapter Number/Total: 15/?.
Chapter Title: Words Beyond Words
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and acidpop25.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 4165 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott.
Warnings: Language, sex, fluff and angst. Draco/Theo pairing!
Summary: Draco still with Theo. More of the same night begun in Chapter. 14. Pillow talk and more sex. Then talk of their past.



Friday, Nov. 28, 2003

Draco sighed against Theo's chest, nuzzling his face against the other man and inhaling his scent. It brought back memories of being snuggled together in the Slytherin dungeons, of times before he was made to choose between safety and love.

"I hadn't... really realized I missed you," Theo whispered.

Draco smiled against his skin, and then lifted his face to look at Theo. "I did."

Theodore sighed. "I have, I think, gotten altogether too good at not missing things."

Draco actually understood that. He had years ignoring his own needs and desires, even more thoroughly than Theo had. "We throw ourselves into our work, so we won't have to remember," he said quietly.

He bit his lip, fought down a wince; that one rang just a little too true.

"You and I don't work for the money. We don't need it," Draco continued, kissing Theo's chin.

"What would I do if I didn't work? Be bored," Theo pointed out.

Draco kissed along Theo's jaw line, enjoying the roughness and amazed still at being allowed this close to Theo. It was like he had been holding his breath around Theo for years and now he could breath. "Lately, I have discovered work isn't the only think I want and I am certainly not bored," Draco smirked.

"You can't spend all your time in bed," Theo remarked, tipping his head back slightly.

Draco kissed along Theo's jaw to his ear, licking and nibbling. "We don't," he whispered. "We read books," lick, "and talk," nibble, "Harry walks the damn dog," he chuckled, "and sometimes I walk with him."

"Mm," Theo hummed, eyes falling shut. "Still good to do things. You're both good at your work."

"We were even thinking of having friends come to dinner," he whispered, working his way around to the other ear.

"Mhm," Theo said, a bit warily, opening his eyes again. "And by ‘friends’ you mean...?"

Draco leaned up on his elbow, smiling down at him. "Well, originally we had considered some big holiday thing with both sets of friends," he sighed. "But that seems a bit ... risky ... right now." He laughed.

Theo arched a brow. "You think," he retorted mildly. "I'm fairly certain if you let me and Parkinson within a meter of one another anytime soon, sheer furious looks would make things combust, or something equally untoward."

Draco smiled, shaking his head. "Not to mention, Granger and the Weasleys probably all wanting to hex me right now."

Theo shrugged. "Them, I would feel very little compunction not to hex. But I agree with you." He shifted, resettling himself more comfortably against Draco. "I usually spend Christmas on my own, anyway. I'm used to the quiet."

"Me too, but Harry is used to doing something at the Weasley ... place," he sighed. "I have no idea how we handle that one."

Theo considered for a moment, absently running his fingers through Draco's hair. "Let Harry scamper off to the Weasley festivities for Christmas Eve, and keep Christmas day for you two," he said.

Draco nodded, his thought interrupted at the feel of Theo touching his hair. He would consider that, later. "Mmm," he hummed, his eyes falling closed as he enjoyed this.

A smile curved Theo's lips. "You like having your hair touched, hmm?" he murmured, not stopping.

"Oh, yes," Draco sighed. He smirked, "My mother used to joke about me being her cat."

"Narcissa Malfoy joked?" Theo said, raising an eyebrow. Narcissa had always struck him as terribly serious whenever he'd crossed paths with her.

"She was ... different ... when I was small," Draco said quietly.

"Ah," Theo said, and wisely let it drop, pulling Draco closer and kissing him gently.

Draco happily kissed Theo, slipping his tongue between his lips as his arms slid around his neck.

Theo sighed softly into the kiss, relaxing further against Draco.

Draco didn't remember falling asleep. We woke pressed to Theo side, his face against his neck. He laid inhaling his scent and replaying in his mind their lovemaking. Soon, his own breathing had sped up and he was hard again. He slid down kissing Theo's chest and then down his belly.

Theo shifted in his sleep, scooting closer to the warm spot Draco had moved from, but not waking.

Smiling, Draco licked and kissed down finding the beginning of that lovely triangle of dark hair that reached up to Theo's belly button. He began nuzzling and licking that soft fur, following it down.

Theo's hips arched slightly, his cock beginning to stir, though he still didn't wake.

Draco smiled and, enjoying this, he took Theo’s still soft cock into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. It was soft and it felt so delicate in this state.

It certainly didn't stay soft, though, and Theo's eyes fluttered open as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Draco..."

"Mmhmm," Draco hummed around the cock hardening in his mouth, enjoying the rush of doing this for Theo.

Theo groaned and sank back into the bed, trying not to thrust his hips up into the heat of Draco's mouth.

Draco straddled Theo's leg, keeping his mouth on his cock. He reached down, stroking the soft skin of Theo's balls, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"Oh God," Theo choked, fisting his hands in the sheets and arching his spine.

Theo's cock filled his mouth now and Draco was using his hand and mouth together to slide up and down the shaft, flicking his tongue over the head as he moved up. Theo thrusting against him meant he was rubbing his thigh up against Draco's hard cock each time.

"Draco, Draco," Theo moaned, hips arching up a bit in spite of himself. "Not... going to... last..."

Draco was sitting astride Theo's leg while he bucked, his mouth slipping up and down with him. Draco held on, loving the excitement of it.

Theo came hard with a low, choked moan of "Draco," hips thrusting up as he arched off the bed.

Draco swallowed, some of Theo's come filling his mouth and running down the cock. Draco gasped, pulling his mouth up just before he came bucking against Theo's thigh.

Theo moaned quietly, slowly relaxing back into the mattress, and looked at Draco from under his eyelashes. "Not a bad way to wake up," he murmured. "Sticky, though."

Draco was still gasping. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down in amusement at the mess he had made. He raised an eyebrow, "I suppose I should find my wand and do a cleaning spell."

Theo swiped a finger through the come on his leg and raised an eyebrow at Draco, smirking slightly. "Or," he said smoothly, "we could go shower..." he trailed off and sucked his finger into his mouth, a hint of mischief in his dark eyes.

Draco's eyes widened and then he grinned, nodding quickly. He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss Theo.

Theo's smirk grew, and he kissed Draco back, sucking lightly on his lower lip.

"Mmm," Draco hummed; he was sensitive from his orgasm but still turned on.

Theo slowly broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Draco's and slipping his arms around his waist.

Draco smiled, enjoying being held. "So, the tattoo? When?"

Theo chuckled. "Summer after seventh year," he answered. "You approve?"

"For our house?" Draco asked, frowning slightly. While Theo had been in seventh year, Draco had been in hiding.

"Because it made father furious," he corrected. "I just liked the design."

That made Draco's face light up in a big grin. "It's beautiful," he said.

"Thanks," he said, smiling back at him. Draco's good humour, though not easy to come by, tended to be infectious.

"Come on," Theo said, disengaging from Draco a bit reluctantly and standing up, offering his hand.

Draco smiled and took Theo's hand. He stretched when he stood up, enjoying the way Theo watched him.

Theo laced their fingers together and led Draco to the bathroom, closing the door behind them and turning the shower on, pausing to kiss Draco deeply while the water warmed.

Draco surrendered to the kiss, breathing Theo's breath into himself and squeezing his hand.

After a long moment, Theo broke the kiss, smiling slightly and letting his nose bump against Draco's. "At this rate," he murmured, "I doubt we'll ever get clean."

"Yes," Draco smiled shyly, his eyes shining. "Wet is nice though," he smirked.

Theo didn't quite suppress a smirk. "Very nice," he agreed, finally letting go of Draco and stepping into the shower. "Coming?"

"Again, so soon?" Draco quipped as he stepped into the shower too, sighing when the almost too hot water hit his skin. He leaned his head back, allowing it to cascade down his hair.

Theo grinned. "If you play your cards right," he murmured, eyeing Draco with interest. Draco had always been gorgeous, but he looked good enough to eat like this.

Draco used both hands to reach up and pull his hair back from his face. He stretched and sighed as he relaxed. Through half-lidded eyes, he smiled at Theo watching him. Theo naked. His breath caught again as he studied the other man's lean muscular form.

Theo edged closer to Draco to stand more under the water, shaking his hair back as the dark curls weighed down and fell in his eyes. He sighed softly, eyes falling shut for a long moment.

Draco smiled and reached for the shampoo putting some in his hand and then rubbing his hands together. He reached up and reached his hands into Theo's dark curls, massaging the shampoo in and rubbing his body against the other man's as he did.

"Mmm," Theo hummed, leaning into him. "You've good hands..."

Draco smiled. In fact, he personally thought his hands one of his best features. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Theo's scalp and hair under his hands and his body pressed against him.

Theo slid his arms around Draco's slim waist, holding him close. All lean muscle and clean strong lines, and really, he thought with a touch of guilt, he did like this better.

Draco sighed happily as Theo held him. He worked his fingers through Theo's hair until it was fully lathered. Then, his fingers still entangled, he opened his eyes and leaned forward kissing Theo.

Theo parted his lips slightly with a soft sigh, relaxing against Draco and yielding easily to this kiss.

Draco slid his tongue into Theo's mouth and pulled the other man's head directly under the water's spray. He continued to slide his tongue against his, even as his fingers combed through Theo's hair, rinsing the suds away.

A low moan escaped Theo, and he reached up to wind his fingers in Draco's hair, the fine strands sticking to his wet skin.

Theo's fingers in his hair started Draco trembling again, his body suddenly sensitive to every touch against him and his cock slowly filling as well.

"Good to be young, hmm," Theo teased, pressing up against Draco and nipping at the side of his neck at his pulse point.

"Better now," Draco gasped at the feel of Theo's teeth.

Theo didn't answer verbally, just sucked on the spot, feeling the thrum of blood just beneath Draco's skin.

Draco brought his hands on either side of Theo. He moaned, tilting his head back to give Theo better access.

Theo let his teeth gently graze the skin and then looked up. "What do you want?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over Draco's neck. "Anything, it's yours."

Draco's mind spun out on that simple statement. There was were his immediate wants, when which seemed to involve too many things at once to figure out. And then there was what he wanted after this night. That he was at least more clear clearer on. He tried for a moment, standing still under Theo's touch, to reconcile the conflicts and confusion.

"Shh," Theo murmured, "I can practically hear you thinking too much. That's my job."

"Then you know what I want," Draco smirked. "Show me."

Theo pressed Draco back against the wall of the shower and slowly sank to his knees in front of him and looked up. "Have I got the right idea?" he purred.

Draco took a sharp intake of breath and his mouth dropped open at the image of Theo on his knees in front of him, water streaming down his naked body. He looked around for something to hold onto, leaning back against the tile of the shower.

"I'll take that as a yes," Theo said, a hint of amusement in his tone, and he reached up to pin Draco's hips back before leaning forward and swirling his tongue around the head of Draco's cock.

Draco's hand splayed flat against the tiles and he was trembling again. He watched with delight as Theo licked him. "Oh, yes," he gasped.

Theo licked along the vein, then before taking took the head of Draco's cock into his mouth, sucking lightly and letting his eyes fall shut.

Draco tried to keep his eyes open, watching. He managed to keep them half open but his fingers were still scrabbling for purchase as his knees seem to be getting weak.

Theo tightened his hold on Draco's hips as he took him in deeper, moaning softly as he sucked harder.

Unable to hold on to the wall, Draco reached out and grabbed Theo's upper arms. The blonde’s head dropped to his chest and he was moaning now.

Theo pulled back for a moment, looking up at Draco. "You all right?" he asked. "I don't want you getting hurt for the sake of a blowjob, beautiful."

Something about Theo calling him "beautiful" made him want to sob with happiness. "Yes, more than," he tried to answer. "Please don't stop."

"Just don't fall over," Theo murmured, and took Draco into his mouth again, running his tongue up the underside.

Draco nodded, clinging to Theo and doing his best to steady his legs. He closed his eyes finally, concentrating on the sensations of Theo's mouth on him.

Reassured that Draco wasn't going to fall over, Theo paused briefly, relaxing his throat before swallowing him to the root, fighting only briefly with his gag reflex.

"Yes, Theo," Draco sighed, shuddering at the sensation and moving one hand up to grip the other man's wet curly hair.

Encouraged by this, Theo swallowed around him a few times, letting the muscles of his throat tighten around Draco's cock.

"Mmm," Theo hummed, and relaxed his grip on Draco in tacit permission to move.

Draco thrust his hips, his grip on Theo's hair and shoulder tightening. "Theo," he gasped and came shuddering and pulling at the other man.

Theo almost choked, but he managed to swallow most of Draco's come, and he pulled back, tongue darting out to catch some still clinging to his lower lip.

Draco dropped to his knees in front of Theo, using his hands in his hair to bring Theo's mouth to his, licking and sucking at his lips.

Theo moaned softly and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

Draco devoured Theo's mouth and held him tight while the aftershocks of his orgasm shuddered through him.

"God, Draco," Theo muttered, arching against him.

Draco chuckled wickedly, "Glad you noticed." He smiled and asked, "What do you want Theo?"

"Whatever you're up for," Theo answered. "I'm in no position to be picky, in case you hadn't noticed..."

Draco reached a hand down, grasping Theo's cock and beginning to stroke it while his other hand still held Theo's hair. He smiled into his eyes as he did it, loving being this close to Theo.

Theo moaned and thrust forward into Draco's hand, burying his face in the crook of Draco's neck.

"Yes, Theo," Draco crooned, fisting the other man, "Come for me."

Theo shivered at the way Draco said that. So fucking sexy. "Close, Draco," he moaned, because he could almost have gotten off just from the feeling of Draco's cock in his mouth but this, well, fuck.

Draco leaned in, kissing Theo, thrusting his tongue into his mouth in time with his stokes.

A few more strokes and Theo tensed and came hard into Draco's hand, his groan of pleasure muffled by Draco's lips on his.

Draco gradually gentled his kiss and slowed his hand. He sat holding Theo and allowed the water to wash them. After a while, he whispered softly, "Let's go back to bed."

Theo nodded, pausing a moment to catch his breath before he stood up, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Draco climbed to his feet, tired again but happy. He stepped out of the shower, found a towel and began drying himself off.

Theo followed suit, pausing a moment to watch Draco before drying himself off. So beautiful, so absolutely gorgeous.... Theo sighed softly to himself. Gorgeous yes, but not someone he could keep.

Draco smiled at Theo's gaze and waited for him to lead them back to the bed. He could sense Theo brooding and wasn't surprised.

Wordlessly, Theo slid his hand into Draco's and led him back to bed. Theo sat down on the edge and looked up at him, but he still didn't have any words.

"Now who is over thinking things?" Draco teased.

Theo just looked away and sighed before sliding under the covers and curling up in a tight ball.

Draco crawled in after him, wrapping himself around the other man and petting his hair. "Talk to me, Theo," he asked, "Please don't shut me out."

"I don't know what there is to say," Theo answered, voice perfectly emotionless. "What time do you need to be back tomorrow? Or, well, probably today, by now."

"It's a Saturday and the case has been stuck, so no particular time," Draco said.

"Surely Harry will be expecting you."

"Will you turn around and look at me?" Draco asked.

Theo hesitated, but relented, turning to look at Draco, his expression in the practiced mask that fell into place so easily.

Draco shook his head, "What do I have to do to get you to trust me?"

"I do," Theo whispered, "but that doesn't change the fact that you're really not mine to keep."

"So you only want me if you can have me all to yourself?" Draco asked.

"I only want you if I can have you for more than tonight," Theo corrected quietly. "I'm sufficiently needy that I'll put up with sharing if I can have something, though I don't thank you in the slightest for making me admit that."

Draco took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to cradle Theo's cheek against his palm. "Theo, do you really think I only want this for one night?"

Theo closed his eyes. "There's a reason you're only supposed to have two people in a relationship, Draco. Sooner or later, it'll fall apart."

"And you and I are suppose to be Death Eaters," Draco shook his head. "And Saint Potter would never choose a Slytherin over one of his Gryffindors. I don't much believe in the shoulds that other people have made."

"But he did, and he's the one you belong with."

Draco smiled, "Yes, he did. He also made a choice to send me to you. He is a remarkable man and I trust him. I love him."

Theo swallowed hard and looked away again. "Yeah."

Draco used his hand to force Theo to look back, to look him in the eyes, "Look at me and really see me Theo."

He bit his lip and looked up, not that he had a choice. "Please," he whispered, but what he was asking for, even he didn't quite know.

Draco looked him in the eyes, "Theodore Nott, I love you."

Theo squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck. "Love you too," he whispered, but his voice broke tellingly with the threat of tears.

"It really is a good thing," Draco soothed, petting his hair. "I love you and I never stopped loving you. I really can love more than one person. I have for as long as I can remember. Let yourself go, Theo. Take a chance, for me."

"I'm just so bloody tired of being hurt," he said, his voice barely audible.

"I know, I know," Draco soothed, still cradling the other man's head against him.

"I'm sorry," Theo mumbled. "I'm sorry, love, I just..."

"Theo, it's okay to cry, you are safe with me," Draco whispered. "Together, holding each other in the night. Once upon a time, safe in our dungeons, we trusted each other with that. Trust me now."

That was all it took to snap the last of Theo's control, and he pressed closer to Draco, trembling slightly, as the tears started to fall.

"Oh, yes, Theo," Draco soothed, petting his hair and kissing him on the top of the head. "So much pain and so beautiful," he continued, cradling him and rocking with him a bit.

"Pain is really not as poetic as it's made out to be," Theo muttered.

"No, it isn't and it can be very messy," Draco agreed, still holding the other man and resting his cheek on top Theo's head.

Theo sighed heavily and pressed a kiss to Draco's lips. "Do you want to stay for breakfast?" he murmured.

"Of course," Draco smiled kissing him back. "And especially the before breakfast waking up together part."

"The waking up... is nice," Theo said, smiling slightly. "Except for that time in school when we overslept and Blaise went to wake you... that was just awkward."

Draco practically blushed like he was fifteen again, "Yeah, that was... odd. I swear he looked ill."

"I think the time Goyle caught us snogging in the Common Room when we thought everyone else was asleep was worse," Theo said thoughtfully. "He wouldn't sit on that couch for a week."

Draco was laughing now, the image still clear in his mind after all these years. "Oh, that was priceless!"

Theo tried and failed to stifle a snicker. "Actually... I can think of far too many of those moments. You and I, apparently, hadn't yet mastered discretion."

Draco was laughing hard. "No," he gasped, "Not at all." Gods how he loved to see Theo smile. How long had it been since he had seem him really happy? It felt so very good. And he laughed as much from that as from the memories.

"I have yet to figure out how you managed to talk us out of detention or losing House points when Snape caught us, though," Theo said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I'm fairly sure my hands weren't anywhere appropriate at that point."

Draco blushed again, chuckling, "Ah, that's a Malfoy secret..." He waggled his eyebrows, "And I liked where your hands were."

"I should hope so, or I'll be very wounded," he said. "Come to that, I liked where they were, too, but pleasurable and appropriate very rarely overlap."

"Especially where Snape was concerned," Draco laughed, shaking his head. "We must have driven that man mad ourselves. Such trouble makers."

"Speak for yourself," Theo said archly. "I never caused trouble, until you started snogging me senseless at every available opportunity."

"I started snogging you?" Draco asked with false innocence. "You kissed me first!"

"Right, because you never once started it," Theo said, rolling his eyes. "I may have kissed you first, beautiful, but who was the one who thought making out behind the Quidditch stands was a good idea, hmm?"

"It was brilliant! I didn't care if we couldn't see who one won the game. It was Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw, after all?" Draco eyes were tearing up with laughter now.

"I have one word for you, Draco Malfoy, and that is 'McGonagall,'" Theo replied, biting his lip to keep from laughing as well.

Draco lost it at that and laughed so hard he really was crying now. He kept trying to reply but failing. "She...” and "Oh, yes!" was all he managed to get out between fits.

"Breathe, breathe," Theo admonished gently.

Draco laid back, eyes glistening with mirth and tears, gasping. He nodded his head and smiled.

Theo smiled, stretching out next to him. "You're so easily amused," he said fondly.

Draco laid one hand in Theo's, squeezing it as the brought his breathing back under control and relaxed. "I am happy," he said, finally.

"Good," Theo said softly. "You ought to be."

Draco rolled over, pressing his body to Theo's and laying his head on the other man's chest. "And a bit sleepy," he muttered.

"Rest, then," Theo murmured, smoothing Draco's hair.

Draco didn't need anything more; he nuzzled up against Theo and feel fell blissfully asleep.

Theo sighed softly and waited until Draco's breathing had slowed to the steady rhythm of sleep before he closed his eyes and followed him into dreams.