A Love So Belated

As twilight fell over the grounds of Malfoy Manor, Harry gathered up a sleepy, worn-out little boy and his toys. He took Teddy back to Andromeda's, with a promise to Draco that he would come back yet again after he was finished.

Once the baby was asleep in his cot, Harry left for the Manor, first making a quick stop to number twelve to pick up some clean clothes. Draco met him at the door, and led him up the stairs to his bedroom.

Draco was actually a bit tired. Teddy was as much work as he was fun. He kicked off his shoes and fell back onto the bed with a happy sigh.

Harry smiled, laying his pile of clothes on a chair. He kicked off his shoes as well and fell beside Draco. "I suppose it's a little rude of me to assume I'm welcome for another night," he said, amusement in his tone.

"You are welcome in my bed anytime," Draco smiled, reaching a hand out for him.

Harry grinned, rolling closer to Draco and entwining their fingers. "Did you like him?" he asked.

"You know the answer already," Draco said, and then rolled toward him. "He's delightful."

Harry smiled again. "There isn't anyone who doesn't like him." However, he frowned slightly as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Narcissa didn't seem to be particularly fond of Teddy.

"What?" Draco asked, fingers combing through Harry's hair.

Harry shrugged, relaxing his face. "Nothing, I guess," he said with a small sigh. He supposed it didn't matter if Narcissa liked Teddy or not, as long as she allowed him into her home.

"Going to tell me or make me guess?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him. "Your mum doesn't like Teddy," he relented.

Draco nodded, figuring that was it. "Mother doesn't know him yet," he reminded.

"Do you think she'll want to know him?" Harry asked. "Not that it makes all that much difference, I guess."

"I think she was intrigued enough to come talk to us," Draco reasoned. "So, yes."

Harry nodded. "I hope Mrs Tonks wouldn't kill me for bringing him," he said. "I feel sort of bad not telling her, but I wanted you to see him."

Draco thought about it. "Are you sure she wouldn't approve?" he asked, leaning in to kiss Harry's forehead.

"I have no idea," Harry replied, answering the question again. "I imagine your mum doesn't like her because she married a Muggleborn, right?"

"That's what I was told," Draco nodded.

Harry frowned. He didn't want to say anything bad about Narcissa, but he was very tempted to do so. "Did you know Bellatrix killed Tonks?" he asked, his voice a little hard. "Teddy's mum. She went after her on purpose because she married Remus. Mr Weasley saw the fight."

Draco winced, not knowing why he felt guilty about something his insane aunt had done. It wasn't as if she hadn't been pretty nasty to him, too. "I can believe that."

Harry sighed. "Bellatrix was Andromeda's sister too," he said. "She obviously didn't care enough about her to spare her daughter. It's not like that with your mum, is it? Not that I think your mum would try to kill her or Teddy or anything. Just ... is the hate that strong?"

Draco frowned and lay back on the bed, looking up at the canopy. "Bellatrix was insane. Her family wasn't what mattered to her anymore. It is what matters to my parents."

Harry stared at Draco. It was quite obvious that Narcissa loved him tremendously. He'd not seen Draco with Lucius too many times, but it had always been obvious to Harry how much Draco looked up to the man, no matter how much of a bastard he was. "She was insane," he agreed. "And I believe you about your parents."

"I can't say I always agree with them," Draco continued. "But my parents aren't monsters like He was. Nor insane like my aunt."

Harry believed that too, but he didn't think it made them any less guilty of the things they had done. He still thought Draco guilty for the things he had done. He sighed again, turning to kiss Draco's lips gently. "I know."

"You trusted me around him," Draco said softly. "That means a lot to me."

Harry smiled a little smile. "I do trust you," he said quietly. "I won't lie and say I really did right away, but, I don't know, I follow my gut a lot. I can tell."

Draco turned his head to smile at Harry and reached a hand to slide over his belly. "Well, I am glad your gut likes me too, then," he teased.

Harry snorted. "I think every part of me likes you," he said with an eyebrow waggle.

"Show me," Draco dared, returning the eyebrow waggle.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, grinning mischievously. He flipped and pinned Draco, like he had been wanting to do all day. "That sounds like a challenge to me, Mr Malfoy."

"Oh, yes, Mr Potter." Draco smiled back up at him, his heart beating faster.

Harry's grin widened. It just wasn't like this with Ginny. Sex with her was so ... well, it was hard to describe. It was always slightly rushed, never really anything too different. Maybe it wasn't fair to compare, since Draco had a huge house, and a large section all to himself. Maybe it was just because Draco was a man, therefore making it different sex simply because of his gender, but, Merlin, there was something about him. Something about the look in his eyes and the smile on his face, promising care and the daunting unknown all in one. Harry felt it might be very easy to fall in love with him. It made him both nervous and excited.

He nipped gently at Draco's slender, pale neck, fingers straying to buttons.

Draco tilted his head back, exposing his neck to his lover. "Yes, show me," he whispered in encouragement, a hand reaching to caress Harry's back.

Harry added tongue to lips and teeth, undoing the buttons with both hands. He sucked on a nipple once Draco's shirt was open, hands travelling lower still to work on Draco's trousers. Even getting Draco undressed was sexier than it should have been.

The blond's fingers twisted in the back of Harry's shirt, and he gasped as the man undressed him. Every moment with Harry was better than he had ever thought possible.

"Lift up," Harry whispered, taking hold of the trousers and shorts beneath as he crawled backward off the bed, prepared to pull.

Draco arched his hips up, letting Harry strip him. His cock was already filling. He was amazed sometimes at how aroused he became at just being in the same room with Harry, never mind when he touched him.

Harry slid the clothing down and off Draco's legs; reaching to pull his socks off, too, before he went for his own clothing. He dropped his trousers and underwear quickly before he perched atop Draco, pulling his own shirt off there.

This was a side of Harry that made Draco's heart race. The man looked positively predatory sitting atop him. The blond smiled up at him.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What to do now?" he asked, voice low and almost a purr. His own arse still hurt from the night before, but he figured he could take it again if that's what they were to do. He wanted to do anything with Draco. He bent to kiss him, tracing his lips slowly with his tongue.

Draco moaned, lips opening under Harry's tongue and hands coming up to entwine in his hair. When he was with Harry, he wanted so much that he often felt overwhelmed by his desires.

Harry rubbed his hardening cock against Draco's as they kissed, rolling his hips like he had done that morning. "Want to ... fuck?" he whispered, moving to Draco's neck again.

"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, fingers clenching in Harry's hair at the words. He arched his hips against Harry's.

Harry nodded, grinning at Draco's enthusiasm. He met it with his own, thrusting down hard against Draco, his cock gathering pre-come. "What way?" he asked with a gasp, wondering if he should lie down on his stomach again.

"You on top," Draco whispered, eyes searching Harry's to see what he wanted.

Harry brought his face back a bit to look at Draco a little more clearly. "Me on top?" he asked, wondering vaguely how he was managing to ask any questions at all.

"Yes," Draco said voice low.

Harry swallowed at the voice, his cock even harder. He forgot for a moment what he was going to say. "M-me on top, or me ... in you?" he asked breathlessly, thinking either sounded very good.

Breathless was right, and with Harry's words, Draco nearly held his. "Yes, whichever you want," he answered.

Harry swallowed again. "Well I ... don't want to do it unless you do," he said hesitantly, licking his lips.

Draco smiled, sliding his hand forward to cup Harry's chin. "I want you. I want you in every sense of the word. I want you in every way I can have you," he whispered, eyes shining with his emotions.

Harry smiled, looking at him and bending to capture a kiss. "Can I have you then?" he whispered against Draco's lips, shuddering.

"Yes, any way you want me," Draco whispered back, eyes closing as he shivered in anticipation.

Harry drew back slowly. "Should I ... lick you?" he asked, flushing only slightly.

"I don't know if I will last that long," Draco admitted, Harry's grinding against him bringing him closer.

Harry stopped moving then. "But I should do the finger thing, right?" he asked, his cock so hard it hurt.

"I think so," Draco answered, unsure himself. "I mean, I have been fingered before. But I haven't ...."

"Merlin, Draco," Harry let out, groaning slightly. He took a deep breath. "I'll do the finger thing," he decided. "It helps, I think."

Draco nodded, heart beating fast as he waited for Harry to touch him. To fuck him. Was he really going to be fucked now? He had no doubts about wanting it. He had spent a lot of time fantasising about this moment.

Harry licked his lips again. "Where's that lube?" he asked, hardly able to believe he was going to get to fuck Draco nearly twenty-four hours after being fucked himself.

Draco held a hand out, Summoning the jar and then handing it to the man astride him.

"You sure about this?" Harry asked, voice husky as he climbed off of Draco.

Draco trembled, scooting up into a better position on the bed. "Never been more certain of anything," he answered. "How do you want me?"

Harry let out another slight groan. "Where you are is good," he said. "Unless you, well, unless you have to turn over or something."

"I like looking at you," Draco said, smiling. He spread his legs and bent his knees, feet pressed flat to the bed. "All yours," he whispered.

Harry took a minute to just stare at Draco, to take in how truly beautiful he really was, no matter what Draco thought of himself. He seemed to glow on the dark blankets and the pink blush on his cheeks was adorable. Despite the scars, even his body was a sight to behold, lithe and lean, still slightly too thin but getting stronger every day. Harry wanted to kiss every inch of that body, but was too aroused to even think of doing that now, lest he come before he even begin.

"Should I cast a Cleaning Charm?" he asked, fumbling with the lid on the jar.

"Probably," Draco said, not actually wanting to wait any longer than he had to.

Harry Summoned his wand and did so before fumbling with the lid again. He finally got it open and dipped his fingers inside the smooth liquid. "One first," he whispered more to himself than to Draco. "You ready?" he asked, cock throbbing with his racing heart. "Do you want this?"

"I want you," Draco nodded. He was so excited he could barely speak.

Harry was already panting as he brought the slicked finger to gently touch Draco's entrance, experimenting. He slid the tip in a circle, feeling the tiny ridges, the heat. His face flushed again, with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, but this whole thing was fucking brilliant beyond words.

Draco moaned, his cock twitching when Harry touched his opening. "Oh, yes!"

Harry looked in awe at Draco, understanding why Draco had looked much the same during the previous night. It was unbelievable. He wondered if he was already relaxed enough to slide the first finger in, but he grasped Draco's cock with his free hand, just in case.

"Please, now," Draco begged, feeling such need it was overwhelming.

"God, yes," Harry whispered, slowly sliding the finger in, his toes curling. He was so aroused, he thought he might pass out.

Draco panted as Harry's finger slid inside his body. Due to his own arousal, there was practically no resistance. "Yes!"

"Oh, fuck, you look so sexy," Harry groaned, having trouble deciding if he should look at Draco's face or his arse. He pumped the finger, feeling Draco already relaxed but wanting to make sure.

"More," Draco moaned, spreading his legs even wider.

Harry nodded, having to remind himself to be careful. He slowly began to add another finger, watching Draco's face intently now.

Draco had made it this far before and he did play with himself, too. Harry's fingers felt different though. The knowledge that it was Harry doing it made it so much more powerful.

"Okay?" Harry asked in a hoarse whisper, gently and slowly sliding the fingers in and out, wiggling them a bit.

"Yes, baby, yes," Draco gasped, fingers gripping the bedding now.

Harry nearly lost his mind then, shivering at the words and groaning. He wanted to fuck Draco so badly in that moment he wondered if he'd ever wanted something else more. "Another?" he asked, whispering again, because the ability to use his voice had left him.

"No, you, please, you," Draco found himself begging now.

Harry's eyes widened. "Yeah?" he said, excited. He shivered again, itching to reach for Draco.

Draco moaned, forcing himself to open his eyes and look up at Harry. "Trust me, please," he answered.

Harry didn't want to hurt Draco, but he imagined that Draco knew his own body better than Harry did, so he nodded, pulling his fingers out. He reached for the lube and spread some carefully over his cock, hoping he wouldn't come from that alone. He even managed to get the lid back on the jar before taking his place between Draco's legs. Oh, fuck, between Draco's legs, cock about to be buried inside him. He took a very deep breath, crawling up a bit more and reaching down with one hand to get the head of his cock situated at that slick hole. He felt like he was going to burst open.

Draco shivered in anticipation, his whole body tingling with excitement. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, full of undisguised awe, as he watched the man about to fuck him. Harry was going to fuck him. It was intoxicating.

"Tell me if I hurt you," Harry said, voice husky as he met Draco's eyes, leaning close to him as he slid the first bit inside.

Nothing. Nothing on earth should have ever felt so good.

"Oh, fuck," Harry let out, babbling already. "Oh, my God. Fuck."

"Yes, exactly," Draco managed, voice cracking. He tried to breathe deep, to relax as that thick flesh pushed inside of him. He felt his body spasm around Harry's cock and his own pulsing in response.

Harry had to force himself to stop, to wait for Draco to let him know it was safe to proceed. "Oh, God, Draco, Draco, Draco," he moaned.

The sound of his name being moaned by Harry made the experience so much more intense. Draco reached a trembling hand up to touch him. "Yes, more," he encouraged.

Harry slid forward slowly. It was so tight. Tighter than anything he'd ever felt before. And it was Draco. Harry closed his mouth over the blond's, one hand in his hair as he held himself up with the other.

Draco's moans were swallowed by Harry's mouth on his. He felt more alive now than he had in years. He panted through his nose, trying to relax and let it happen. It. What he had dreamt of. Harry was making love to him. Fucking him. Harry's cock was inside him now. It felt amazing and perfect beyond anything imaginable.

Harry rocked his hips into Draco's, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He lowered his body until he could feel Draco's chest against his own, feel his breathing. There was nothing so good ever, besides maybe the night before – but no – that had been equally as good. Oh, Merlin, Draco was perfect. There could be no one else like him in the world. It wasn't possible.

Draco completely surrendered to Harry. Harry's cock inside his body. Harry's tongue inside his mouth. Harry's body rocking into his, pressing him down and covering him. It was better than his fantasies. Better than anything. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Harry's hips, using them to pull himself up on to his lover's cock with each thrust.

Harry slid his tongue out of Draco's mouth wetly, and then licked his chin and then his neck. "Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes, Draco. So good, so -" He couldn't even finish. He went back to licking Draco's neck and sucked on his skin, one hand feeling its way slowly down Draco's side to stroke his thigh.

Draco was nearly insensible from pleasure. He moaned and gasped, babbling Harry's name among "oh, yes" and "baby, please, yes." He lay there, feeling the incredible sensations of the perfect cock sliding in and out of his body. He had known for a long time that it was Harry he wanted to do this with, and he was now learning that wanting was nothing like having.

Harry began to thrust a little harder, unable to hold back when his arousal started to climb very, very high. "Baby, yes," he mirrored, sweaty hair in his eyes as he lifted his head to look at Draco's face. "Don't ever want to stop."

"No, don’t stop, don't ever stop," Draco agreed, hips rising to meet Harry's. He wrapped his arms around the other man, fingers grasping and digging into his back.

Harry hissed, feeling the bite of the nails. He was slightly surprised to find he liked the feeling of it mixed with the feeling of almost too much pleasure. He wanted to comply with Draco's words, wanted to so badly. He continued thrusting, reaching the hand on Draco's thigh between them, taking hold of Draco's shaft.

Draco let out a long, low groan, his entire body spasming as Harry's hand wrapped around his erection. The combination of pleasures was almost too much and he found himself writhing under and clawing at Harry. It took only a minute more before he was coming hard and shouting, "Harry, yes!"

"Oh, fuck!" Harry yelled, watching Draco. The sight of him coming, the feel of his arse tightening fucking further brought Harry, too. He came inside Draco with another yell, jolting forward.

"Yes, baby," Draco panted, holding his lover so tightly his fingers were white. He watched in fascination as Harry's face transformed in rapture. He knew he would give anything to see that every day of his life.

Harry trembled against Draco, dropping his head to the space between his neck and shoulder. He kissed there, twitching with aftershocks and feeling exhausted.

Draco lay panting and shuddering, his limbs still wrapped around Harry. He wanted to tell Harry how much this meant to him, but didn't know what was safe to say. "This is what I wanted," he whispered against Harry's hair. "No matter what happens after this, I was always yours first. You have marked me forever." His lips twitched at that, knowing the ways in which that had already been true before.

Harry lifted his face to look at Draco, awestruck again. He didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to tell him that he would never leave him, that he would be there for as long as he was alive, but he was afraid to make that commitment. "You've marked me, too," he replied, lowering his forehead to Draco's and closing his eyes. "Forever." It was true. Indeed, no matter what would happen, it was true.

The words shivered over him, down his spine and inside Draco in a way that made his heart feel full. He wanted so much from Harry that it frightened him.

Harry pressed his lips forward and kissed Draco slowly and softly, stroking his white-blond hair with gentle fingers. He was still inside him and would really, truly have never left the exact spot he was in if he didn't have to. He couldn't believe it. He didn't think he'd ever felt so strongly for someone; he'd never wanted to be so near to another human being in the entirety of his eighteen years. He didn't know what it was. He'd hated Draco. He'd been sickened with him, his snobbery, his hurtful words; he'd even thought he was stupid, self-centred, unable to back up the things he said, but Draco had changed. Either that or Harry had missed a side of Draco in school, though he thought the former was more likely. The fact remained, though, that Harry was falling in love with him, falling hard and fast, unable to control it. God. Falling in love with him. Just thinking it told him the truth of it.

And he still had Ginny.

He still made love to Ginny, he still whispered sweet words in her ear, told her he loved her, yet he had not said it to Draco, for whom he knew he felt more strongly. He did love Ginny; he cared for her very much, never wanted to see her hurt, and maybe that was what it was. Ginny was still in love with Harry and showing no signs of stopping. Harry wished she would; it would make it easier on both of them. He didn't want to hurt her, and he knew that he would. He was a coward.

He lowered his face to press it to Draco's neck again, closing his eyes tightly and holding him tighter with arms wrapped firmly around him.

Draco.

Draco was who Harry wanted. He knew it. Now he only needed to figure out how to get there.