HOME IS WHERE HIS HEART IS

Chapter Seventeen


“Sit still Potter,” Severus said, trying to put the healing salve on Harry’s back.

“You work too hard, Daddy,” Colby said, standing beside Harry, holding the jar of salve for Severus.

Harry stilled his body upon seeing Remus holding his wand, ready to petrify him so Severus could heal his back. He had been working with one of the new horses when he was bucked off and thrown into the fence.

“Draco will want you in one piece when he gets back. You’ve been taking too many unnecessary risks lately,” Severus admonished.

“If he comes back,” Harry mumbled to himself.

“Dray will be back. He promised,” Colby said.

“When was his last letter?” Remus asked.

“About a week and a half ago. Maybe once he got back there, he decided to stay,” Harry said, flinching when Severus prodded just a little bit too hard on a bruise.

“You’re being silly, Daddy,” Colby grinned.

“Extremely,” Severus agreed.

“Why don’t you just go get him, Daddy? Maybe he forgot our address or somethin’,” Colby said.

Harry turned to face his son, then pulled him to stand between his legs where he sat. “You want him back too, don’t you, C.J.?” He softly asked.

“Yeah, I miss him, Daddy, and I know you do too. I can stay with Mikey and Dory, or Remus and Sev’rus. You need to bring him home, Daddy. You smile more when he’s around,” C.J. said, lightly running his finger over a healing cut on Harry’s shoulder.

“We don’t mind watching him, Harry,” Remus said.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, looking at Severus, Remus, then C.J., his heart beating a bit quicker at the prospect of seeing Draco again.

Severus transfigured Harry’s dirty jeans to leather pants, and a black T-shirt. “Yes, now go and bring him back. I have other patients besides you, Harry,” he smirked.

Remus handed Harry his leather jacket, and Colby handed him his sunglasses. “Give him a kiss for me, Daddy,” Colby whispered.

“Okay,” Harry smiled.

“Not a messy, sloppy one either,” Colby grinned.

Harry bent down and drew Colby into his arms. “Be good,” he said.

“Always,” Colby replied, then smiled even more when he saw Severus and his Daddy roll their eyes at each other.

Harry stood in the tall fireplace, looking at the three urging him on. “Let Doreen know for me, okay?”

Remus nodded in agreement, then watched Harry disappear in the blue flames of the international Floo. “Ministry of London,” was the last thing Harry said before disappearing.


Harry strolled confidently through the Floo network, bypassing the check-in for international travelers. The guard was about to approach when he saw the dark-haired stranger run his fingers through his hair revealing the slight mark of the famous lightning bolt scar. Further confirmation was given when the stranger pulled the sunglasses a bit down his nose allowing the guard to see the infamous green eyes. He backed off when Harry Potter put a finger to his lips to silence him.

Harry entered Draco’s Ministry office where Deanna, Draco’s secretary was on the phone.

“Yes, Mister Stykes, we’ve finished the contract. Mister . . . ” She looked up to see Harry approach her desk. “Potter, uh, sorry, sir,” she stammered. “I’ll transfer you to Minister Scrimgeour.”

“Tell Minister Scrimgeour he needs to come down here after the call, Deanna,” Harry said, as she put the client on hold.

“Deanna, do you have . . . ” was spoken from the door. “Um, – Mister Potter?” The stranger said, surprised to see the Savior of the Wizarding World standing in front of him.

“Hello,” Harry greeted. “You wouldn’t happen to be Mister Malfoy’s replacement would you?”

“Um, yes, my name is Brendan Delaney,” the tall black-haired man said, holding out his hand.

“Harry! Nice to see you again,” Minister Scrimgeour loudly greeted Harry while coming into the office. “How are you? We haven’t heard from you in quite some time.”

“I’d like to keep it that way, Minister. I would like to know why Draco Malfoy has given notice, but still works here. Where is he by the way?” Harry asked.

“He’s actually in Austria,” Brendan spoke up.

“And he’s out of owl-range?” Harry asked.

“He’s trying to negotiate a treaty with werewolves at the Ministry there. They are leery of anything to do with the London Ministry because we did not support them in previous years,” the Minister said. “No foreign owls are allowed.”

“And you, Brendan, do you know what’s going on with these negotiations?” Harry asked.

“I’ve been assisting Draco with the proposals and contracts for a few months now,” Brendan replied.

“Mister Malfoy is . . . ” the Minister began.

“...leaving,” Harry finished. “He gave notice. He gave you several years of himself. Now he is done. Brendan, gather what you need. We’re going to Austria,” Harry instructed.

“Now see here,” the Minister began. “You can’t do that, Harry. These negotiations are important.”

“Brendan, I’m sure, can finish the negotiations,” Harry smiled, ignoring the Minister.

“Actually, the negotiations were pretty much complete when we drew up the contracts,” Brendan said, closing his briefcase.

“Make him happy, Mister Potter,” Deanna smiled, handing Brendan his jacket.

“I’ll do my best,” Harry grinned. “Good to see you again, Minister Scrimgeour. Tell your wife hello for me,” he added.

“Very well,” the Minister sighed. “You’ll need to Portkey to get into the Austrian Ministry.”

“Thank you,” Harry respectfully nodded, then slipped the sunglasses on his nose again.

Within a few short minutes, Brendan held a feathered quill in front of him, indicating for Harry to touch it. Moments later, they landed in the entry way of the Austrian Magical Creatures Association.

“May I help you, sirs?” A young wizard asked, holding a clipboard to his chest. “Do you have an appointment?”

“I’m Brendan Delaney from the London Ministry of Magic,” Brendan began.

“But Mister Malfoy is already here,” the young man said.

“And this is Harry Potter,” Brendan finished.

“Mis – Mister Potter,” he stammered. “Merlin, I mean, gods, I can’t, believe . . . ”

Harry rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses before slipping them off to tuck in the front pocket of his leather jacket. “Yes, and what would be your name?” He asked, holding out his hand to shake.

“Alex, Alex Larkin sir,” Alex smiled, taking Harry’s hand in his. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

“Do you think you can tell us where this meeting is?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” Alex turned, and began to lead them away from the entry way.

“Merlin, I hate that,” Harry quietly muttered from behind.

“It worked though, didn’t it,” Brendan quietly said.

“Excuse me, sir,” Alex called out as he peaked his head through the double grand doors.

“I told you no interruptions, Mister Larkin,” a deep voice warned.

Harry came up beside Alex and pushed the doors open. “Only take a moment,” he smiled, stepping confidently in the room, with Brendan following.

“Harry,” Draco said, getting to his feet, following with his eyes as Harry approached him from across the room.

“You know Mister Potter?” A grey-haired regal looking man asked, also standing.

“Yes, he’s my . . . ” Draco began then was silenced with a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“That’s from C.J. Mine will come later,” Harry whispered. He turned to the others. “He’s my fiancé,” he loudly said. “Almost done, love?”

“Fiancé?” Draco murmured, his heart feeling like it was going to burst from his chest. “We were just – just finishing.”

“Well then, Brendan here can finish up, can’t he?” Harry asked, turning to face the head werewolf.

“I have been involved with all aspects of the proposal, sir,” Brendan said, coming over to where Draco still stood.

The head wolf nodded his head in acknowledgment. “That is acceptable. Good luck with your new job, Mister Malfoy, and Mister Potter, say hello to Remus for me when you see him,” he smiled, the briefest hint of white fang showing.

“Harry, I was almost finished,” Draco half-heartedly protested.

Harry smirked devilishly then picked up Draco and put him over his shoulder.

“Harry! Put me down!” Draco cried out, hiding his flushed face against Harry’s back.

Harry patted Draco’s arse, then looked at the amused faces around him. “Good day, gentlemen,” he grinned, then turned to walk to the door.

“But my stuff,” Draco stammered.

“We’ll buy you new stuff,” Harry laughed.

“Harry, where are we going? My hotel is just a Floo away from here,” Draco said, holding onto Harry’s jacket, liking the view from where he was hanging upside down. “Big bed, huge bath.”

“Hmm, warm, hard body?” Harry softly said letting his hand slide up the inside of Draco’s thigh.

“Harry, put me down,” Draco huskily said when they approached the Floo network.

Harry slowly began to put him down, letting Draco slide deliciously down his body. “I’ve missed you, Dray,” He softly said, bringing his hand up to cup the side of the blond’s face.

“Missed you, too. I’m sorry Harry that I didn’t owl you sooner. They kind of kept me busy with potions and paperwork here.”

“Tell me later, love,” Harry said. “You mentioned a bed?” He grinned, pulling Draco into the hearth of the large fireplace beside him.

“Hotel Friesacher, room 98,” Draco clearly said as he tossed the glittery powder down and tugged Harry closer to him to attach the very willing lips to his.

The two of them were still lip-locked when they fell through the other side of the Floo, their hands under the other’s shirts to touch the warmed skin they both missed. Draco reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and leaned up on his hands from above Harry. “Wow, what a kiss,” he breathlessly said.

“Just an appetizer,” Harry grinned, running both his hands up Draco’s thighs, up his stomach, to his chest. “So, what’s this about a new job?” Harry asked, slowly unbuttoning Draco’s dress shirt.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Draco began, slipping his hands under Harry’s jacket to push it off his shoulders. “I am, or will be, one of C.J. and Michael’s teachers at their school.”

“You’ve been planning this?” Harry asked, slipping his own hands under Draco’s shirt to slip it off the pale shoulders.

“Since Sev and I picked up C.J. at school,” Draco replied, shrugging the shirt off. “What’s this about me being your fiancé,” he grinned, leaning down to give Harry a soft kiss.

“Get up a sec,” Harry said, then followed Draco when he got to his feet. He reached in his jacket pocket to take something out before taking it off. He reached for Draco’s hand, and pulled him to the bed. “Sit,” he softly instructed.

“Would you like me to lie down too,” Draco suggestively asked, leaning back to brace himself on his hands.

Harry’s eyes greedily eyed the expanse of bare flesh before him, licking his lips when his eyes fell on the gold hoop in the nipple. He gracefully went to his knees, between Draco’s legs. “Gods, Dray, never tire of looking at you.” Harry’s hands travelled up Draco’s thigh as he leaned in to flick his tongue over the ringed nipple.

“Harry,” Draco moaned when he felt the tug on the hoop, his hands gripping Harry’s forearms.

Harry smiled against Draco’s chest, then began to trail wet kisses up from the nipple, nibbling on the collarbone before meeting very responsive lips. Before Draco could deepen the kiss, he drew back. “I love you, Dray. I love how you make me feel. I love how you took Colby into your heart, as well as myself. I love how you react to my kisses and touches,” he said, giving the ringed nipple a pinch. “I love the way you moan when I touch, kiss, lick, and suck on you,” he huskily added. “I love this ring,” he tugged on the hoop. “Draco,” Harry whispered with a kiss on Draco’s mouth. “Please make me the happiest wizard and wear my ring,” he softly said, holding a small velvet box in his hand. “Be my husband.” Kiss. “Marry me.” Kiss. “Be a father to Colby.”

Draco looked down at the set of two rings, a Celtic design etched into the gold. He grinned, then began to laugh. He leaned down to kiss Harry on the mouth, then Accio’d a small velvet pouch from his briefcase. “Looks like we had the same idea,” he grinned, opening the pouch to take out two sterling silver rings. “I love you, so much. I want more than anything to spend the rest of my life with you, with C.J.,” he said, sliding to the edge of the bed, then onto Harry’s lap.

“One for engagement, one for wedding?” Harry grinned.

“You choose,” Draco smiled. “We can always twine them together later.”

Harry reached for the silver rings and took Draco’s left hand, kissing each finger. “I love you,” he softly said, slipping the ring on, looking down at his own to see the other one magically appear on his own.

“Love you, too,” Draco replied, leaning in to loosely wrap his arms around Harry’s shoulders to pull him in for a kiss. “Now, can we commence with the getting naked husband-to-be-of-mine,” he huskily asked, thrusting his hips forward, kissing the corner of Harry’s mouth.

“Mmm, do that again,” Harry moaned, gripping the sides of Draco’s hips, sitting back on his legs.

Draco reached down to the hem of Harry’s T-shirt and pulled up. When Harry’s head cleared the shirt, one hand slipped to the back of Harry’s neck while the other caressed his cheek, as he rolled his hips forward. The kiss was soft and languid; their tongues tasting the other’s lips. Draco’s hands slid over Harry’s shoulders, down his back. His hand stilled when his fingers brushed over the large bandage. “Hmm, Harry,” he breathlessly said, pulling back. “What’s this?” he fingered the edge of the tape.

“Accident.” Harry kissed Draco’s chin. “Horse threw me off,” Harry added, nibbling on Draco’s neck.

“You okay?” Draco asked tilting his head back for Harry to explore his neck more.

“Yeah, back’s okay, but I’ve got another problem you could help me with,” Harry huskily said, thrusting up as he pulled Draco’s hips down. “Fuck, Dray, need you.”

Draco lowered his head. “Make me yours, Harry,” he whispered against Harry’s lips.

Harry closed the distance to touch his lips to Draco’s in a soft kiss, before pulling away. “Stand up,” he said, after giving another kiss.

Draco slowly stood, expecting Harry to follow. Instead, he watched as Harry raised himself on his knees in front of him, his hands gliding up his pant legs to rest at his hips.

Harry leaned forward, his mouth ghosting over the prominent erection in front of him, over the few layers of cloth separating him from skin. He heard the low moan above him, and the cock twitch against his lips. He opened his mouth and nibbled the hard length through the material while his hands were moving to the front of Draco’s pants to slowly unzip them open. Fingers were tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Harry,” Draco moaned, his eyes never leaving the sight of Harry’s lips touching the increasing expanse of skin as his pants were slowly undone, then pushed down his thighs. He groaned in frustration when Harry gave a small lick to the head of his leaking cock, then moved over to nibble the warm skin of his hip. “Please, Harry,” he breathlessly said when Harry’s cheek rubbed against his cock.

Harry looked up to meet Draco’s eyes. He leaned forward, not breaking eye contact, and flicked his tongue against the glistening head of the cock before him. He felt fingers in his hair, pulling him in for more. He licked his lips, then began to swirl his tongue over the head, slowly letting it slip into his mouth. His hands gripped Draco’s hips as he took him deeper into his mouth, little by little, moving up and down the slickened shaft.

“So good, Harry, please, don’t stop,” Draco panted, his hands gripping Harry’s at his hips.

Harry slowly slid his lips back, his tongue pressing and swirling up and down the shaft. His mouth moved shallowly up and down, giving suction to the tip as he drew back, his tongue flicking against the head. He skimmed his hands up and down Draco’s upper thighs, soothing the trembling muscles. His lips left the hardened flesh, and began to trail wet kisses along his one hip, then up to the tense muscles of Draco’s lower abdomen. He smiled against the wet kissed skin when he heard Draco groan in frustration. He began to nibble the skin around the navel, his tongue soothing the light bite marks.

Draco felt the slight pressure on his thighs, and eased himself down onto the edge of the bed, his hands reaching for Harry. The lips never left his body as Harry followed him down. Warm hands glided over his stomach and chest, wet lips trailing kisses up to his chest, stopping to tease the ringed nipple. His upper body arched up, needing, wanting more.

Harry flicked his tongue against the ring before drawing it into his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth, teasing the abused flesh before slowly pulling away. He looked down at the flushed body beneath him before standing up, and taking a step back from the bed. Draco had tried to reach out for him to bring him back, but he smiled and shook his head as his hand slid down his stomach to stop at the snap of his leather pants.

Draco leaned up on his hands, his eyes hungrily following Harry’s hands as they slid down his stomach to the waist of the leather pants. “Have I ever told you how much I like you in leather?” He huskily asked, licking his lips when he saw the prominent erection pressing against the zipper. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking it up and down as he watched the zipper slowly being lowered.

“Have I ever told you how much I love watching you do that?” Harry countered, his thumb hooking into the bottom of the zipper as he cupped his erection through leather.

“A few times perhaps,” Draco smirked, shifting so he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still stroking his own cock. He reached out with his other hand to loop his finger through the leather belt loop, pulling Harry closer.

Harry came back, his knees hitting the edge of the bed between Draco’s legs. Draco’s hands were now on the sides of his pants, slowly pushing them down over his hips, as he leaned in to lick the trail of dark hair down his lower stomach. He reached down and gripped the base of his cock, his other hand sliding into Draco’s hair to guide him to his length.

Draco took no further urging and took the weeping head into his mouth, moaning at the taste that hit his tongue, the distinct male taste that was Harry. Harry’s hand remained on his cock, slowly fisting it at the base while he slowly took him deeper and deeper into his mouth. He slid both hands down Harry’s hips, then thighs, pushing the pants lower until they were at Harry’s lower legs.

Harry moaned and threw his head back as he thrust his hips forward between the wet lips. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side, almost losing his balance when Draco deep throated him. Warm hands came up and cupped his ball sacs, gently kneading them between fingers. He looked down and almost lost what little control he had at the look of pure want and need in Draco’s eyes when they met. He thrust in a few more times, his eyes taking in the way his hard cock slid in and out of that mouth.

Draco felt the fingers in his hair tense, then pull him back. He was suddenly pushed back on the bed, Harry following to lie on top of him. His mouth was soon devoured by Harry’s in a hungry kiss, dueling for dominance. He soon succumbed when Harry began to grind his cock into his, the slip and slide from the saliva-coated hardness edging him closer to the edge. He reached down to grip Harry’s hip, holding them still.

Harry broke away from the kiss and looked down at Draco. “You are so addicting,” he smiled, giving him light teasing kisses along his jaw. “Why’d you stop me?”

“I’m so close,” Draco huskily replied. “I want to cum with you inside of me.”

Harry groaned, his cock jerking against Draco’s at the plea. He got off the bed to go to his jacket, taking out the tube of lubricant. He came back and eased onto the bed, sliding his hand up Draco’s leg as he went. “On your side,” he said.

Draco turned on his side, then felt Harry’s body press against his back. He reached up behind him and wrapped his arm around the back of Harry’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His one knee was pushed forward, then a hand ran over his lower back to smooth over his arse. He couldn’t hold back the moan when fingers slid into his crease, teasing the puckered hole before pushing against his balls. The hand pulled away but then came back, the fingers now slick with lubricant coming back to his hole. They circled the puckered flesh, the tips just barely sliding in before withdrawing again. When he felt them again, he pushed his hips back, moaning out loud when the digit slid easily into his backside.

Harry looked down at the profile of his lover’s face, placing soft wet kisses to his neck and shoulders as he slowly thrust one finger in, then two when he felt a little less resistance. He pushed in further with his two fingers, twisting and scissoring them deep inside until they found that small bundle of nerves inside. He pushed and rubbed against that spot insistently, then suddenly withdrew them, to come back with a third.

“Please, now,” Draco panted, his own hand grasped tight around the base of his cock to stop his orgasm. He gave a small whimper when the fingers were slowly drawing back, then reached back with his one hand to spread his one arse cheek as Harry guided his cock head to the pulsing hole. “Gods, yes,” he moaned when that thickness pushed in, not stopping until he felt Harry’s pubic hair brush against his backside.

Harry drew back a few inches, then slowly pushed back in as he took Draco’s leg and hooked it over his thigh. He set a slow, but steady pace, his hips drawing back until just the tip of his cock was in, then slid back in, moaning at the tightness that surrounded him. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around Draco’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Draco reached back with his one hand, resting it on Harry’s hip, his fingers pressing into firm flesh as he pushed back to meet each thrust. He looked over his shoulder, and was met with a press of wet lips, the kiss as slow as the movements below them. The grip around his cock tightened and the strokes a bit faster as the cock behind him began to drive into him in slow, deep thrusts.

“Faster, please, Harry,” Draco panted.

Harry let go of Draco’s cock and gripped the blond’s hip, thrusting in deep and fast, over and over again. He felt the channel around his cock pulse around him, just before Draco cried out his name as he came, the cum splattering onto Draco’s lower stomach and sheets. He pushed all the way in, then shifted so that Draco was now laying on his stomach, and Harry kneeling behind him. He ground his cock in, then pulled back so that only the head was in again. He pulled Draco to his knees, then slammed in fast. His fingers dug into Draco’s hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning, and pounded into the blond.

Draco’s body was still humming from his own climax when he felt his body being moved onto its stomach. He went to his knees, then cried out in pleasure when Harry slammed into him, the head of his cock nudging his prostate over and over again as he was being fucked fast and hard. He leaned his upper body down, resting his head on his arms, the feeling of fullness from this position sending jolts of pleasure throughout his whole body. He pushed back forcefully against each thrust, his cock leaking pre-cum on the sheets beneath him with each thrust.

Harry’s movements became sporadic, his breathing erratic, when he suddenly threw his head back, thrusting in hard, his cock pulsing inside as he came. He leaned down to press his upper body against Draco’s back, kissing the middle of his back.

Draco smiled to himself, then pulled his hips forward, the softened cock slipping out of him. He turned on his back with Harry still leaning over him, then reached down to fist his hard shaft. Harry’s mouth descended onto his in an unhurried kiss. He moaned against those lips when he felt another hand wrap around his on his cock, stroking it in time with his. He felt the swipe of a thumb against his slick head, and that was all it took for him to cum a second time, splattering his and Harry’s stomach.

Harry smiled against Draco’s mouth as he let go of Draco’s cock. He shifted onto his side, pulling Draco flush against the front of him. He reached up and brushed a damp tendril of blond hair from Draco’s cheek. “Love you,” he softly said, his thumb brushing against a flushed cheek.

“Love you, too,” Draco replied, leaning in to give Harry a brief kiss before wrapping his arm around Harry’s back and burying his head against his neck.

Harry squeezed Draco back, then lay on his back, his arm tightening around the blond, holding him close. His other hand slid down Draco’s arm until it rested on his hand on his chest. He linked his fingers through his and leaned down to kiss the top of Draco’s head. His hand slowly caressed Draco’s upper and lower back, making the blond soon drift off to sleep, after giving a contented sigh.

Harry used a bit of wandless magic to bring the blanket up and over their cooling bodies. Cuddling close, never wanting to let go, he let himself fall asleep, the man of his dreams no longer a memory, but a part of his life.


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