Without a Trace

Author's note--HERE IS THE HOTTTT MAN-LOVING I'VE BEEN PROMISING YOU!!!! I hope it makes you go "OMG" and "FUCK" and "awwwww" all at once... :D Actually, I need to go and change the warnings on the story now. **WARNING** this chapter includes Anal as well as an explanation of a rape scene.

Apologies for the two-day delay in updating. I got back from France just fine, but this chapter wasn't where I wanted it to be. Then last night, I got completely wasted and was in no condition to post anything. I'm sorry, and I hope the LOOOONG chapter makes up for it!

And I amused the shit out of myself with a couple of my own "inside" jokes that I explain in the "Chapter Notes" at the bottom. The flashback with Harry and Draco on New Year's Eve is up next...I was torn between which to put out first, and The Conversation won. I think it also helps to build up the depth of evil that Snape really has, as well...build DOWN the depth? Build UP the height? Oh fuck it, who cares?

I hope you want to kill Snape by the end of this chapter, because I'm sure tempted to...haha

Anything in this chapter that relates to real life (and in previous chapters, like the hypothermia thing) I have researched (probably extensively) so the facts are correct, and I hope you learn a thing or two. It's not really my goal to TEACH you...basically, just to write down this amazing story that's playing through my head...but I also want it to be informationally correct, and if that means giving details...then so be it. Hope you like!

Also, this takes place the following day (ie July 5th) around 11am...in my head. That may or may not be important later, but I just thought I should tell you!

Happy reading, and I hope the love-making (at the END of the chapter so you can focus on the plot before I *hopefully* turn your brain to mush!) makes up for the traumatization!
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Without a Trace

Special Features: The Conversation

Harry rolled over and opened his eyes sleepily. He was in a strange bed; he knew that much before opening his eyes to blurry and unfamiliar surroundings. Yawning, he reached for his glasses, put them on, and the first things that came into focus were the grey eyes that watched him from the other bed across the room. Everything came flooding back to him; he had spent the night in the hospital with Draco and Parker, and now, Draco’s steady gaze was making heat rise in his cheeks. Wait, that meant Draco was awake! He looked at the other bed in surprise, and Draco lifted his hand, fluttering his fingers at Harry with a small smile on his face and a raised eyebrow that flushed Harry’s cheeks (and a few other body parts too). He still had enough coherent thought to wave back, and then a nurse burst in and went straight to Draco’s bed, brandishing a clipboard, some papers, and a pen. Harry sat up slowly and settled for lowering his feet to the floor, not trusting himself to stand just yet.

“Good morning, Mr. Malfoy! It’s good to see that you are awake and functioning. How do you feel?” The nurse spoke cheerfully but quietly since Parker was still asleep.

“Um, okay, I guess,” Draco responded, tearing his focus away from Harry to look at the Muggle to whom he was speaking.

“Good,” she said. “We have a few things to discuss, Mr. Malfoy. If you would like, I can go over with you the treatment both you and your son have received, as well as outline where we go from here, but first, I have some papers for you to sign authorizing the doctor to perform a full analysis and evidence collection on your son. We were informed by the FBI agents who brought you in that he was sexually assaulted yesterday, in addition to the hypothermia, and we need your written consent in order to do so.” She held the clipboard out, along with the pen. Draco took it warily, his brow furrowing.

“You want to do WHAT to my son?” he asked, frowning. Harry got up, walked across the room, and stood on the other side of the bed, placing his hand on Draco’s arm.

“Draco, we need medical documentation of what happened to Parker. It’s called a rape kit, or ‘evidence collection’, and they have to take swabs for samples of fluids, hair collection, and that sort of thing. The District Attorney will need this, even though Spaulding is dead, to help in prosecuting Narcissa,” he explained quietly, his green eyes sad when Draco winced upon hearing his mother’s name. Harry’s fingers pressed imperceptibly tighter on Draco’s arm in empathy.

“Spaulding is…he’s dead? You mean it?” Draco looked at Harry in surprise, and Harry realized that Draco had been in the water when Jack killed the pedophile. He wasn’t surprised that Draco hadn’t noticed the body on the other side of the boat when Harry had pulled them out of the water. The black-haired agent nodded.

“Jack shot him. He’s gone, and he won’t be coming back. But believe me, defense attorneys will use any excuse to have the charges against her dropped, and we need a solid, air-tight case,” Harry was unwilling to repeat the name that caused Draco pain.

“But we were in the water…won’t all the evidence have been washed away?” Draco asked, wanting to help Harry with this but concerned about the effect it would have on his son.

“Not necessarily, sir,” the nurse spoke up. “It is quite possible, but the actual collection of it will be painless for your son. His body desperately needs the rest, and he currently has a morphine drip to assist in his sleep and for the pain, so if you would rather him not be awake for it, we can certainly do that.” Draco looked thoughtful.

“If you’re sure it won’t hurt him…” he trailed off, putting the pen to the paper.

“No, sir, I will do everything myself, and you have my word that it will absolutely not hurt him,” she said, smiling as Draco handed back her clipboard with the signed consent form. “Thank you very much. Now, as to your recent treatment…”

“I don’t really care what you did last night because whatever it was, it worked,” Draco interrupted, suddenly eager for her to go away, but he knew the value of learning what would come next. “Where do we go from here?”

“Well, sir, I can have the doctor come in to speak with you shortly about all of the specifics, but right now, we want to keep you here for at least the rest of the day and possibly tonight, for observation. Your son will most definitely have to remain here tonight and tomorrow. It’s especially important that we monitor his condition closely since he is just three years old with a severe case of hypothermia,” the petite nurse looked sad. “But like I said, the doctor can explain it to you. It’s just past breakfast; would you both like a tray?” Harry shook his head.

“No, thank you, either,” Draco said. “Actually, could the doctor come later? I have some things…I mean, he and I need to-…there are matters I need to discuss with this agent, alone.” The blonde stumbled gracelessly over how to phrase his growing need to speak with Harry in private. The nurse bobbed her head in astonishment.

“Absolutely, sir! You know, this is the first time anyone has ever asked the doctor to WAIT. Most people want to see him right away, and he’s a very busy man…” the nurse trailed off as Draco’s look became more and more impatient.

“Right. Okay, thank you. I will send for you if I need anything,” Draco said dismissively. Luckily, she took the hint and left, closing the door behind her. Draco looked expectantly at Harry, who suddenly backed up and started around the foot of the bed.

“Um, Draco, I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick. I’ll be right back,” Harry shot into the private bathroom. Draco’s mouth dropped open at Harry’s completely un-Gryffindorish behavior.

“You are a complete prat!” he exclaimed to the room, hoping Harry couldn’t hear him from inside the bathroom. He took advantage of the alone time to observe his sleeping child; Parker was oblivious to his surroundings, tucked into his own little bed that was within arm’s reach of Draco’s. Parker was curled up in the fetal position, his thumb in his mouth, and Draco’s heart squeezed and melted as he watched the even tide of his son’s breath. He reached out and laid a finger on Parker’s arm, brushing across the soft skin. Parker, even unconscious, must have recognized his father’s touch because he didn’t shudder like he had done when anyone else touched him (with the only other exception being Harry’s hand in his hair last night). A few seconds later, the toilet flushed, the sink turned on and off, and Harry emerged.

“When you gotta go, you gotta go,” he shrugged. “And you’re one to talk of being a prat, Malfoy.” Harry grinned cheekily. Draco couldn’t help but smile back, suddenly feeling nature’s call himself. He slid awkwardly out of bed, noticing that there was an IV drip on a rolling stand attached to his left wrist. He rolled his eyes, dragging the stand behind him, not realizing that American hospital gowns didn’t close all the way in the back, and Harry got a real eyeful as Draco made his way carefully to the bathroom. The black-haired man couldn’t help but stare shamelessly at Draco’s perfect backside, only partially visible, and it lit his groin on fire. Groaning, he sat on the edge of the bed in which he had slept, thinking that they should have ‘The Conversation’ on the other side of the room from Draco’s sleeping angel.

* * * * *

Draco sat, facing Harry, on the agent’s bed. Harry insisted that the blonde sit back normally, which served a dual purpose. First, it allowed Draco to lean back against the headboard, propped up by pillows, because while Harry knew it was time for ‘The Talk’, he remembered that Draco was still recovering, at least partially. Second, it kept Harry’s mind from wandering to the gap in Draco’s hospital gown. Draco scooted to one side, stretching his legs out, and Harry sat beside Draco’s knees, one leg bent in front of him and the other dangling over the edge, facing his former lover.

“So…” Draco said.

“So?” Harry replied. “Do you want to start?”

“Why me?”

“Um, you’re the one who wants to have this conversation in the first place,” Harry explained. Draco’s eyebrows shot up.

“No, I’m not! You do!” he suddenly sounded about Parker’s age.

“I don’t want to have this conversation!” Harry exclaimed defensively. Draco crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Harry’s brow furrowed.

“That doesn’t work on me anymore, Malfoy. I became immune to the ‘lower lip’ trap about a year ago. Four years of double pouts will do that to you, and the girls have you beat, cuteness-wise, across the ocean and back twice over,” he informed Draco. Draco said nothing but raised his eyebrow. Harry steeled himself too late; it already worked to make him turn pink. The lip he could handle; it reminded Harry of when Draco acted like a spoiled brat most of the time (which was totally NOT a turn-on). But the eyebrow…

“I hate you for pulling that,” Harry groaned. “Sneaky Slytherin prick…” Draco’s eyes widened.

“Don’t you dare use foul language in the same room as my son!” he exclaimed (quietly) in mock-outrage. “You’ve already corrupted him enough!”

“ME? I don’t think so! What about you? You…you…you-know-what-you-are! You HAD to have been using some sort of mind control on my daughters!” Harry’s mouth dropped open, but he rallied quickly. The image of his girls hugging Draco sprang to his mind, and he smiled unconsciously. As for Draco, he was thinking of the cute little reunion of the three black-haired, green-eyed family members that left Harry sprawled on the office floor.

“Thank Merlin they got your looks, Harry,” Draco said quietly but seriously. “They truly are beautiful little girls.” Harry sobered.

“Thanks,” he said, clearing his throat. “Parker is the spitting image of you, you know. America has fallen in love with him.” Draco smiled at the unspoken compliment, and then regarded Harry seriously.

“Harry, why did you leave England?” he asked quietly, repeating his question of the day before that had gone unanswered. Harry suddenly appeared very interested in the fold of the bed sheet.

“If you must know,” he said softly, not looking the blonde in the eye. “I couldn’t bear knowing that you were marrying Pansy. Well, I watched it, after all; I don’t think I ever told you, but the wedding was beautiful. It’s just that, well, my, uh-…my heart wasn’t in it.” He looked up, and Draco suddenly had trouble swallowing, watching as Harry’s green eyes welled up and spilled down his cheeks.

“Why not?” he breathed, transfixed. He reached out, intending to brush the liquid from the agent’s cheek, but Harry shuddered, gasped, and went rigid, holding his hand up as if in protection. Draco immediately withdrew his hand, his forehead wrinkling as Harry worked to get his Gryffindor emotions back under control before he became a blubbering idiot.

“Because if you got married,” he whispered, pressing his fist into his mouth and only removing it to speak. “Then it meant we were well and truly over, and I couldn’t face that.” His lips were in a thin line, hidden beneath white knuckles as he nearly drew blood, smashing his lip between his fist and his teeth. He didn’t move his head but risked a quick flicker of his eyes upward to Draco. The blonde was pale, and he had brought one hand up to cover his mouth. Harry could feel the bed vibrate slightly as Draco began to shake.

“Letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

The words were whispered so softly, Harry wasn’t sure if he had imagined them or if Draco Malfoy had really just admitted that to him. His eyes were watching Draco carefully, and he tilted his head slightly to the side as Draco’s grey eyes met his own; Draco looked away quickly and then back, holding Harry’s gaze. Harry let his fist slide into his lap, and he hated the way his quivering chin made his voice tremble with emotions he had been repressing for seven and a half years.

“What happened after that night, Draco? What changed between us?” The question that had haunted Harry’s subconscious ever since their first and only encounter a week and a half after Harry killed Voldemort spilled out of his mouth, and he wasn’t sure if he was more terrified of voicing it…or of finding out the answer. He had tried to convince himself that it had been one night of meaningless sex, and it had worked most of the time. It was only when he was laying on the couch in the silent apartment, in the darkness, alone, that he could cry without anyone questioning him about it, revealing to himself that his broken heart missed Draco more than he could say; it was during those times that Harry felt at his weakest because he was missing his better half, his soul mate. And then the morning would come or his cell phone would ring, and he would stuff it back down and try to forget the name “Draco” and everything that that name was associated with.

* * * * *

Draco stared at him in shock. He couldn’t believe Harry had actually asked him, but at the same time, he felt an enormous relief spill over him that he could finally tell the one person who might understand. He had never breathed a word of the aftereffects of his night of perfection with Harry; reality couldn’t touch them until the morning came, and being cast down from such a height hurt Draco more than he knew how to deal with. He had longed to talk to Harry about it seven and a half years ago, but it never happened. It killed Draco inside to suppose that Harry had been hurt and confused, and he could only watch from behind his mask, dying inside, hoping that Harry could somehow understand.

“Harry,” he began, and then the reality of what had happened to him crashed into Draco’s conscious mind, and he folded in on himself, and his shoulders began to shake with deep sobs. Harry sensed that something was very, very wrong; he swallowed hard as he watched Draco begin to cry. There was palpable tension in the air, but it wasn’t hostile; rather, it was heavy, very heavy. Harry sensed that something bad had happened to Draco that January, and he wondered if maybe he hadn’t been crazy after all; maybe it had meant just as much to Draco as it had to Harry. (He had always held that belief deep in his heart, but it hurt less to think that it had been meaningless sex to Draco.) His heart went out to the blonde, and he scooted forward, touching Draco’s biceps gently and guiding him forward. Draco leaned into Harry’s embrace, sobbing into his chest.

Harry’s familiar scent filled his nose; the scent that had teased his subconscious mind, the scent that he looked for in every black-haired man he met. The only scent that felt right to him. It was a double-edged sword, being back in Harry’s arms. Draco wasn’t sure if he could repair himself a second time if this didn’t work out, but he felt so naked and vulnerable right now that he couldn’t bring himself to draw away. He allowed himself to cry for a few more minutes, rubbing his wet cheek along the muscles of Harry’s pectorals, before he sat up slowly, pulling out of Harry’s embrace to face the man he tried not to love.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I wanted to tell you back then, but-they…they were watching, and I just wasn’t strong enough! I’m so sorry! You have been hurting all these years because I wasn’t fucking strong enough!” Harry could hardly stand to hear the evident self-disgust in Draco’s voice, and he clutched Draco’s shoulders roughly, giving the blonde a couple of slight shakes.

“Don’t you ever say that!” he growled. “You ARE strong; don’t ever think differently! You are worth every ounce of pain that I have ever gone through twice over and then some! It’s not your fault that I love you so much it hurts; you can’t help who you love, Draco, so it’s not your fault!” He was desperate for Draco to believe him, and he punctuated his statements with a rough and passionate kiss to Draco’s perfect bow-shaped lips. Draco returned the kiss full-force, only reluctantly breaking it when he realized he still hadn’t told Harry what happened.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly. “Just wait until you hear…I don’t blame you at all if you change your mind once you know.” Harry growled in his throat again.

“I won’t change my mind, but tell me what happened,” he tried to calm down. Draco’s eyes took on a faraway look.

“Snape…Snape was waiting for me when I got back to Slytherin after we parted that next morning. Apparently my father was worried when I didn’t come home and sent Snape to find me. He was angry…they both were…but I walked in, all happy and shit from being with you, and he S-s-Stupified me, tied me to the couch, and Legilimized me! He saw, Harry! Snape s-saw everything! I tried to push him out; I tried to resist, but he overpowered me! I won’t even tell you what he said, but it wasn’t good. It was bad, Harry…very, very bad,” Draco paused to take a breath, glancing at Harry’s practically purple face as the agent worked very hard to suppress the urge to find the nearest long-haired man with black hair and beat him senseless.

“Harry? Harry?” Draco touched Harry’s hand cautiously, and Harry looked at him, his face crumpling. He took ahold of Draco’s hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it over and over, on the back of his pale hand, on the palm, and up and down each of his fingers. Draco pressed his palm against Harry’s cheek, hoping to pacify him as he told the rest of the story.

“There’s…more. After-after Snape saw, he was…well, furious. I-I guess he kind of lost it for a minute because he slapped me across the face,” Harry’s mouth dropped open, and his entire body tensed. Draco ran his fingers down the side of Harry’s face, trying to keep him under control. It got a whole lot worse from there. “Do you want me to stop?” Harry shook his head violently. “Please don’t freak out on me,” Draco whispered. “This was a long time ago, and there’s nothing you can do now to change what happened, but, Harry, that’s not the worst of it. Do you really want to know?” Harry took a couple of calming breaths and looked into Draco’s fear-ridden grey eyes.

“Draco, I want to know everything. If Snape did…something to you, or your father did, I…I can’t promise I won’t be angry at them, but I am here for you now. If-if I get angry, it’s because I feel powerless to help you…so if you think I’m getting too upset, would you-I mean, could I hold you? Holding you helps,” Harry confessed. Draco pressed his lips into a tight line, but he nodded.

“Snape dragged me back to the Manor and took me to the dungeon. He tied me up again, left, and returned with Father. My father Legilimized me as well…he saw us…and he wasn’t happy about it. I can’t tell you how many lectures I got after that about the pure-blooded ways, what was appropriate and what wasn’t, and the importance of producing an heir. They were watching me, Harry. Snape was everywhere at Hogwarts, keeping an eye on me, and my father was at home. They were waiting…they said that if I didn’t find a proper mate—and by ‘proper’, they meant ‘female’—they would do…THAT…again. I should’ve been stronger, and I wasn’t…I didn’t want them to hurt me again,” Draco’s face flooded with shame, and bile rose in his throat as he relived the hellish nightmare in the dungeon-turned-torture-chamber. He leaned forward, burying his face in Harry’s collarbone, hoping that holding Draco would help calm Harry; the man looked as if he were about to pop a blood vessel, and Draco was only just now coming to the worst part.

“You remember that cane my father carried? The one with the snake’s head?” Draco began to shake with remembering, wondering if it wasn’t so much a question of whether Harry could stand to hear it, but more so whether Draco could vocalize the brutality he suffered at the hands of his father and Snape. Harry’s arms tightened around him, and Harry’s chin rested on the top of his blonde head, pressing into Draco’s skull briefly as he nodded, but it was oddly comforting to Draco. A quick emerald glance to the right confirmed that Parker was still sound asleep, thank Merlin.

“He…they wanted to teach me a lesson. They saw what we did…and my father decided to re-associate me with…that…only—Snape explained to me while it was…happening—they wanted to make sure it was a bad association…so that I wouldn’t try that ‘unnatural act’ again…” Draco turned his head, resting his forehead against Harry’s neck as ashamed tears burned hot tracks down his cheeks, scalding Harry’s collarbone.

“Which end did they use?” It was a dumb question to Harry, but it was the safest one he could think of that imparted to Draco that Harry guessed what happened to him without Draco having to say it, if it was too painful for him to talk about, even seven years after the fact. As an FBI agent, he had seen and heard his fair share of rape cases, but it was a completely different ball game when it was a stranger versus the man he deeply cared about. Harry also figured that, “Did he rape you?” was a little too direct for Draco to handle, and “Excuse me while I go raise your father from the dead and kill him again, and then go find Snape and make that miserable bastard suffer” was a little too insensitive, so he went with his original question.

“The snake’s head…” Draco sat up, searching Harry’s eyes for any sign of disgust or rejection, finding none. “They…they took turns…and they used Engorgement Charms until I couldn’t take anymore…they said that I brought it on myself, and that if I liked taking it in the ass, then that’s what they would give me…and they only stopped after I swore not to be with you again…to find a girl to marry…they wouldn’t even let me talk to you long enough to explain! Father told Snape to leak it to the Daily Prophet as a test…to see what you would do or think, and to test me…whether I would run to you or what. Harry, I denied those rumors because it was the only way to keep our night special…you’ve always been in my heart, and even after they took everything else away from me…including you…that was the only way I could keep our memory sacred and pure and away from everyone else…by pretending it never happened in their eyes…I was so terrified you would confirm it…and then they probably would have gone after you! I’m so sorry; please forgive me!” Draco threw his arms around his lover, feeling Harry’s arms tighten in a crushing embrace.

“Already done,” he whispered to the trembling blonde. “There’s nothing to forgive, but if it makes you feel better, it’s already done. No, babe, I waited until I heard your response to that fucking article. When you denied that night…I won’t lie to you; it hurt. But I hoped against hope that you felt the same way I did, even if we couldn’t say anything, and that you probably had a good reason to deny everything…so I did too. But that’s why you ignored me for two and a half months and then went after Pansy?” Draco pulled back, nodding.

“They were breathing down my neck…it got them off my back, but they still wouldn’t let me alone enough to talk to you.”

“Oh my god…Draco, I fucking hate them for what they did to you…what they did to us. They stole seven goddamn years from us!”

“I know. But what happened with you and Ginny? We graduate, and then suddenly you’re marrying a Weasley?” Draco looked at Harry, more composed now; it was Harry’s turn to flush.

“I was angry…and if you must know, jealous…of Pansy when I heard about the two of you that March. It felt like you had moved on or were showing off or something…and I admit, it was really dumb of me, but I was hurt, and I wanted to lash out at you…so I retaliated by paying attention to Ginny. I had no idea what you were going through at the time, and THAT quickly turned into a big mistake. You want to know why we got married the month after I graduated? Because she was fucking two months pregnant, that’s why,” Harry looked down. Draco’s hand found Harry’s chin, cradling it softly as he raised that gorgeous face to look into his own, eyebrows raised.

“You got Ginny pregnant?”

“Well…it was an accident. I gave you my virginity that night…but Ginny…well, oh fuck it, I’m through protecting her! She threw herself at me as soon as I looked at her twice, and she gave me my first blow job…I wished it was you the entire time. She kept making the first moves, though, and we finally ended up having sex one night. I should’ve said no, and I shouldn’t have let her do it, especially without protection, but I did…and then she fucking wound up pregnant with twins, nonetheless! MY children, Draco! I-I didn’t really have parents growing up, and I couldn’t let that happen to my kids…especially not if I were still alive! So I did the fucking ‘right’ thing and asked her to marry me. I couldn’t stand that she invited you, or that you fucking gave us knives as a goddamn wedding present! Don’t you know what that means?” Draco cocked his head, blinking.

“Um, no? That means something?” He sounded skeptical.

“Well, yeah…I didn’t realize it at the time, but I found out after coming here…then I was just pissed because it seemed like you accepted what was happening without so much as making an effort to fight for us…and then after I found out what giving knives meant, it seemed like a slap in the face.” Draco wore a confused expression, and Harry rushed to explain.

“See, when you give someone knives, it means that you want to sever the friendship UNLESS you also give a penny with the knives. The idea is that, if you give a penny with a knife, then the recipient gives the penny back to you, ‘paying’ for the knife so that it’s like they bought it, which keeps your friendship intact.”

“Where the hell did you learn a stupid thing like that?” Draco slipped back into his ‘arrogant Malfoy’ routine for a second. Harry smiled wryly.

“Ashleigh. She used to sell knives. Actually, the exact kind you gave us, ironically enough. When she told me about that, I was already sad and angry because…I couldn’t bear the thought of us being over for good, and that’s when we moved to America. And I came here, and the rest is history.” Draco looked surprised, and Harry actually laughed. “Okay, yeah, I know, she’s done a lot of different things than most people, but Draco, she’s got a heart of gold. She’s helped me out so much with the girls; seriously, I’d be lost without her. She’s taking care of the girls right now, in fact.”

* * * * *

Draco smiled, feeling so much better after having ‘The Conversation’ with Harry that had been seven years overdue. It was quite obvious to the both of them that they still felt exactly the same way about each other, but now the main question was what the future would hold.

“Okay, so where do we go from here?” he repeated his earlier question that he had posed to the nurse regarding his treatment, but he fully expected a different answer and different results. He arched his eyebrow, knowing the effect it would have on Harry; the verdant green eyes widened.

“How about the bathroom?” Harry suggested, his voice full of lust. Draco blinked, NOT expecting Harry to be so forward, but before he could respond, the middle of his hospital gown tented. Torn between repressed lust and the duty to be a responsible adult, Draco gave a sidelong glance at his son who was still sleeping peacefully.

“Okay, but we can’t stay in there too long, and we HAVE to be quiet,” Draco conceded. Harry nodded, although at this point, he would have agreed to just about anything. They both got off the bed and stepped into the bathroom, Draco unfortunately still dragging the damn IV stand. Harry locked the door and Silenced it, turning to Draco. Draco stepped towards him coyly, and Harry reached around to stroke his bare arse through the gap in the robe. He could only throw his head back and laugh as Draco whipped around, grabbing the bottom of the gown in shock, realizing that he had mooned Harry inadvertently earlier. The little black-haired prat hadn’t said ANYTHING, and his giggling was insufferable. Draco’s hands were twined in the hair at the back of Harry’s head in less than a second, the front of their bodies flush against each other, as Draco planted punishing nips and kisses along Harry’s exposed throat and jaw line. He felt a rush of satisfaction as he felt the man’s cock harden, hearing Harry’s giggles quickly turn to little gasps and hisses of air. Suddenly it was Draco’s turn to inhale as Harry’s strong hands found his hips, caressing over the hospital gown, moving to his backside.

Harry brought his chin down, finally kissing Draco soulfully as he surreptitiously pulled on the ties holding Draco’s gown together. He pulled the back of the gown apart, trailing his fingers lightly down Draco’s back, enjoying as it caused the blonde man to arch into him, and he brushed his palms over the perfect mounds of Draco’s ass, earning a throaty moan and a shiver. The kiss deepened, and then broke as Draco leaned back, his fingers flying over the buttons on Harry’s rumpled shirt, tugging and stripping him of the cloth barriers that separated them. He dropped to his knees, pulling Harry’s pants down, eyeing the hard cock that bobbed freely just in front of his face. He rubbed his palms over the sides of Harry’s thighs, looking up with a lust-filled expression as he took the head of Harry’s prick into his mouth, locked onto those wide green eyes.

It had been many, many months since he had had any sort of intimate contact, seven years since intimate contact with Draco, and this was the first time he was receiving head from his blonde sex god. Harry tried to concentrate on not coming right off the bat, but Draco’s unblinking and lusty grey gaze was making that very, very difficult. He couldn’t help but watch as his cock disappeared down that made-for-him throat, feeling the twin sensations of wetness and heat engulfing his member over and over as Draco’s head bobbed back and forth. He slid his hands through Draco’s pale blonde hair, enjoying the fine strands between his fingers.

He was reduced to whimpering when he felt one of Draco’s delicate hands cup and roll Harry’s balls, and he was too close to the edge. He grabbed Draco’s biceps, pulling the young man up into a standing position and kissed him again, probing Draco’s hot little mouth with his tongue. He crushed Draco to him, rubbing their erections together, the flimsy hospital gown only providing for smoother friction.

“Harry,” he whispered, groaning softly. “Harry-love, I want you to fuck me. It’s been far too long, and I want that delicious association back.” Harry balked for a second, but when Draco began planting soft, reassuring kisses on his lips, Harry gave in. He closed the lid on the toilet and sat on it, fumbling for the bottle of hand lotion the hospital provided. Draco turned his back to Harry, bending forward slightly and pushing his arse out to his lover provocatively as he looked over his shoulder, cocking that eyebrow he knew Harry loved. Harry hissed appreciatively, grasping Draco’s hip with his left hand while he slid one lotioned finger between the man’s ass cheeks, teasing the length of the crack before pushing into the again-virginal entrance.

Their groans matched as Draco’s muscles tightened around Harry’s digit, Draco pushing back onto Harry’s finger, silently asking for more. Harry thrusted in and out a couple of times before working a second finger in, and then began to scissor Draco’s ass, preparing him. He slid a third finger in, turning his hand and crooking his fingers against Draco’s prostate, making the blonde’s head fall back as his groans increased. Harry’s cock was already at attention, but after watching and feeling Draco, his need became painful.

“Draco, I want you,” he uttered. The blonde turned and straddled Harry, kissing him hungrily, murmuring the assertion that he wanted Harry too. Harry squirted some more lotion into his palm and slicked his cock; he used his other hand to pull Draco’s hospital gown up to his waist and took Draco’s dick in his lubricated hand, wanking him effortlessly. Draco’s breathing increased, and he positioned himself over Harry’s rigid member, lowering himself onto the head, panting as he felt the head of the man’s spear crown his entrance. It felt SO RIGHT to have Harry inside him again, and Draco moaned some more, impaling himself all the way onto Harry.

Harry chose this position so that Draco could control the movements, especially in light of recent revelations, and Draco braced himself with one hand on Harry’s shoulder, letting his other cover Harry’s hand that was jerking him off. With Harry’s other hand steady at his waist, Draco bounced himself on Harry’s lap, enjoying the feel of Harry sliding in and out of him as his movements thrusted his cock through Harry’s fist. Harry leaned back just a little; it was enough of an angle change that Draco began screaming as the head of Harry’s cock hit his sweet spot. Encouraged, Harry pumped as much as he could from below as Draco began rising and falling insistently. He knew they couldn’t last long, but that was okay. They would have other opportunities for marathon sex; besides, neither of them ever lasted long if it was the first time in a long time that they had even come.

Draco didn’t even realize he was chanting “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” over and over again until his voice got stuck on the “o” in “god” as he arched into Harry’s hand, hitting the man squarely in his defined chest with his come. Draco’s butt muscles clenched around Harry’s prick that was deep inside of Draco, and Harry suddenly grabbed Draco around the waist, half-standing just enough to pump his hips mercilessly into Draco’s prostate, prolonging the blonde’s orgasm as Harry shuddered and came in Draco’s ass. Draco clung to Harry in ecstasy, resting their foreheads together after Harry sank back onto the toilet with a thump, reveling in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex.

“I love you,” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed. Harry’s hands came up to caress his back.

“I love you too, Draco,” Harry whispered back, tilting his lower face into Draco’s for a sweet kiss.
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Chapter notes:

1. evidence collection/rape kit This is really done in American hospitals. I don't know what the procedure is in England or Ireland (thank Merlin I haven't had to deal with being raped...or one of my friends being raped...here in Ireland). But in America, there is a special Rape Victims Advocate that comes to be with the person, and they are encouraged to have the rape kit done so that charges can be pressed. Obviously the person has the choice not to do so. (How do I know this? My mom has been the director of the women's abuse shelter for 16 years now; I'm used to middle-of-the-night phone calls that signified someone had been raped, so Mom would go to the hospital to be with that person for a few hours. You learn things...)

2. When you give someone knives, it means that you want to sever the friendship UNLESS you also give a penny with the knives. This is true as well. Something about the knife being sharp and severing the friendship. (How do I know this, you ask? Read on...)

3. Ashleigh. She used to sell knives. Okay, okay, here is my "inside" joke! I really did used to sell Cutco Cutlery, the most AMAZING knives ever made! They are American-made, and they are the best knives in the world. (Hence, why Draco bought them for Harry...even if he didn't realize the 'implication' of giving knives as a gift...)

And they make FABULOUS wedding presents (include a penny) so that's where the idea came from for Draco to get them for Harry. If you want more information about Cutco, definitely email me. For anyone who went to interview with Vector Marketing and didn't work for them...you so missed out (in my opinion)! That job was THE BOMB (even though it's NOT for everyone) I made some terrific friends, sold a product I really believe in, and learned a LOT!


Author's note--MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA The gap in Draco's hospital gown (before he realized it) really amused me! ;) Okay, I'm going to stop being a dork for just a second.

I hope this helps to clear things up about "what happened" to Harry and Draco AFTER "that night"...even if you don't know the details of it yet. And yes, that particular flashback is still coming, as is "Snape's" chapter...speak of the devil...I'm about ready to kill him, so I shouldn't talk to him right now because I'd throw him under a bus or something....grrrrr Luckily, Lucius is already dead, but I'm SOOOOOO tempted to have Harry resurrect him just to kill him again. lol

Again, I'm so sorry for the delay! (Another story idea came to me and wouldn't let go until I had at least written part of it, so.....*sigh* Too many ideas, not enough hours in the day!)

I love you guys! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

WeasleyWench--HAHA I partook last night! *wink wink* Your review makes me laugh every time I read it! Thanks! I love rambling (and drunkenness is FUUUUN) haha so ramble all you want!

HPDMkawii--Puff and Magic?? HOW CUTE! Yes, kittens get me every time! I have a big, fat, grey cat named Sikuyo who is basically Satan incarnate, but I love her to death and haven't seen her since the last time I was home (in July!) I can't wait to hug her when I get back in a couple of months! Here is Harry and Draco together...I have an idea for Pansy...and Ginny...Thanks!

Shananigans--Wait no longer! (Well, here's ONE of them, anyway!) Thanks for your kind words!

EmeraldGrey--Hot man lurve here!!! I hope that you are alive long enough to be slain by THIS chapter! *wink wink* And that you'll be able to come back for seconds (the flashback)!

Jan--Thanks! Sorry for the delay...yes, at least ONE flashback! Hope you'll be back!

Night--Pansy's lovers are DISCREET (she knows that Draco knows about Blaise...but she didn't realize that at first...she thought she was being all secretive...damn tramp...cheating on my Draco! haha) Anyway, remember, the rest of the world has no idea what goes on underneath the posed smiles and carefully crafted public image that Draco and Pansy put out. Blaise has threatened to go public with his secret-lover status with Pansy...which would scandalize the Malfoy name...hence why Draco doesn't want anyone to know. As long as they appear happy and beautiful, the press won't go digging around too deeply. But now...Draco's going to have a MUCH harder time hiding this particular scandal from the press.

He didn't divorce Pansy for image's sake. Divorce is MUCH more common in the US than in the UK and Ireland and Europe. Even today. So since Harry and Ginny have been living in the US for six years, THEY would be much more inclined to get a divorce before Pansy and Draco, simply because that's the culture they've been living in. They ARE British (which is why Harry and Ginny hadn't gotten divorced before this), and divorce is still kind of a big deal in England. (I think, anyway) I hope this makes sense...

I actually went to a playground today and watched the little kids playing on the jungle gym and just generally interacting as inspiration for the upcoming scene with Parker and the twins! YAY!

thrnbrooke--Here you go! Thanks!

Draca--haha I know how that feels. I don't mind if you're ADD and/or rambling! I love it! Hope you enjoyed the 'more'!