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Off the Map
Chapter Number/Total: 18/31
Chapter Title: Off the Map
Words: 2396 Words
Draco had been living with Harry at Grimmauld Place for two months now. He sent reports off every week by owl to his supervisors at St Mungo’s. They were pleased with Harry's progress and so was he.
Harry was curled up at the end of the couch, quietly relaxing as he thought about several things. Flying, his magic, Draco, the Daily Prophet, food, Draco. And Draco. Harry looked up when Draco walked into the room, pulling his legs closer so that the blond had room to sit down. There was one question in particular that had been bothering Harry today, and he couldn't hold it back any longer. "Draco?"
Draco smiled and sat down beside Harry on the sofa. "Yes?"
"Are we ... together?" Harry asked softly, moving in to snuggle closer to him.
Draco lifted his arm, wrapping it around Harry's shoulder. "Together?"
Harry blushed and nodded. "Like ... a couple," he clarified.
"That depends on how you feel about me, doesn't it?" Draco said, unable to stop himself and wondering where this would go.
"I like you a lot," Harry admitted softly, glancing up at Draco. "I do."
Draco smiled at him. "But is what you feel for me because I am taking care of you, or more?"
"Both ... and a lot more," Harry whispered, looking a little nervous.
"More than a friend?" Draco asked, his heart speeding up with a hope he tried to quash.
Harry nodded and blushed a little harder. "I think about you a lot."
Draco's eyes widened. "What do you think about me?"
"I think about how happy you make me feel," Harry said softly, reaching for one of Draco's hands. "How you help me get past my problems .... I know that's what you're supposed to do, but then again, there were a lot of other Healers that were supposed to do the same."
Draco took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, just letting Harry talk.
"I think about ... how you look when you sleep. You always look so peaceful. I think about how you look after a shower, your hair still wet and your shirt a little damp because I know you don't like to leave me alone anymore so you rush. I think about the look on your face when you come ... wishing I ... that I was the one who made you do it," Harry whispered, staring down at their hands the entire time he spoke.
Draco's heart sped up, almost afraid to believe what he was hearing. "You think ... of me like that?"
"All the time now. I've learned to be more observant. All those months that I didn't say a word to anyone ... you think I was completely gone? I watched, I memorised, I thought ....” Harry said. "And now I watch you. I probably know ... almost all of your habits."
"You watch me in the shower?" Draco asked, realising that's what Harry had to have done to see him come like that more than the once.
Harry flushed and looked away, biting his lip hard. "I ... I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"It's ... okay," Draco whispered, smiling. "So are you asking me to be your boyfriend?" He wanted to make sure Harry was clear about it before they went any further.
Harry blushed but nodded. "Yes, my boyfriend."
He sat up and pulled his arm back, looking seriously at Harry. "So I need to tell my supervisor that I am no longer going to be your Healer."
Harry didn't smile back. In fact, he looked completely devastated, his face draining of colour. "What?"
"I told you, I can't be your lover and be your Healer," Draco said, smiling slightly. "So the question is, do you still want me living here if I am not your Healer?"
"Yes." Harry couldn't imagine his life without Draco now, and he honestly wouldn't know what to do. "Does that mean I have to get another one?"
"If you keep making progress, I think all that will be needed will be to check in with St Mungo's as an outpatient until you are more fully recovered," Draco explained.
"I ... I don't know," Harry replied honestly, shrugging. "I only want you."
"Do you think you would still be willing to talk about things with your boyfriend?" Draco asked.
It confused Harry a little, because he was thinking of Draco as being one and the same person. "Um, yes."
"Then I will still be able to help you," Draco said. "I will be with you as long as you want me."
Harry nodded, reaching up and resting a hand on Draco's chest. "Yes, that's what I want."
Harry could probably feel how fast Draco's heart was beating. "You are sure?" Draco asked.
"I'm sure," Harry murmured, leaning up to gently kiss Draco's lips. "I really am."
Draco returned the kiss, heart hammering in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Harry. He knew it was what he wanted, but he still worried that Harry didn't really know what he was asking for.
Harry moved as close as he could into Draco's arms, tilting his head to the side as they kissed. He wanted to do more for Draco, he honestly did, but he wasn't sure if he was completely ready.
Draco held him close, petting Harry’s hair and humming in delight. Did this mean he could relax around Harry? The man wasn't completely well, but he was doing so much better.
"Draco," Harry whispered, pulling back a little and looking up at him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Can you ... can you show me now?"
"Anything you like," Draco answered, letting his affection and desire show.
"I'm still scared," Harry admitted quietly, reaching for Draco's hand. "But, I want to try."
"Let's go to our room," Draco said, standing up and helping Harry to his feet. He wrapped his arms around him and Apparated them to the bedroom.
Harry sat back on his bed once they got there, plucking nervously at his shirt. "Do you want to?"
Draco reached a hand out to gently caress Harry's face. "You are so beautiful. But it isn't just sex I want."
Harry still couldn't understand how he was beautiful in Draco's eyes, but he nodded anyway, wanting to please Draco. "What else do you want?"
Draco leaned over, kissing him tenderly. "I want to make love with you," he whispered.
"But isn't that sex?" Harry asked softly, blinking up at him.
"But it feels different from the kind of sex you know," Draco whispered again, laying little kisses around his lips.
"It feels good, right?" Harry's eyes slid shut as he imagined it, kissing Draco's lips whenever they touched his.
"I wouldn't do anything you didn't enjoy," Draco assured him, sitting down beside him and taking Harry into his arms.
"I know you wouldn't," Harry sighed, relaxing against him. "I do trust you."
Draco began kissing Harry’s lips again, fingers sliding through dark hair as his other hand slid down Harry's back. The blond focused on letting his feelings flow through his touch.
Harry shivered as they kissed, his back arching slightly. He had to keep telling himself that Draco wasn't here to hurt him, that he was only here to love and care for him. It helped him relax, but not completely.
Draco gently laid Harry back on the bed, continuing to kiss and lick along his chin and jaw.
Harry opened his eyes and made sure to keep them on Draco, taking deep calming breaths as he felt his heart speed up with every kiss.
Draco began undressing Harry, slowly, kissing his skin as he uncovered it. He felt like a worshipper at an altar of love.
Harry wanted to keep watching Draco, but his eyes slowly slid shut as he continued. He couldn't help but shudder when Draco reached his trousers, but he lifted his hips to help him pull them down.
Draco drew those trousers down, kissing Harry's legs as he did, but not yet touching his cock. Then he stood and stripped himself. He never took his eyes off Harry as he worked quickly.
Harry swallowed and looked up at Draco as he undressed, silently wishing that he was as beautiful as his lover.
Draco slid into bed beside Harry, taking him into his arms again to kiss and to touch him. It was beyond anything he had ever felt with anyone else before.
Harry pulled away after a moment to look into Draco's eyes, running a hand carefully down his arm. "You've ... done this before, right?"
It was a complicated question for Draco. He had had lovers before, but he had never been with anyone he was in love with. "Yes," he whispered, caressing Harry's arms and back as he held him. "I like it when you touch me," he added.
"You do?" Harry asked, moving his hand down and over Draco's hip. "Do you want me to touch you there, too?"
"Anywhere you want to touch me, Harry," Draco answered, kissing along his neck.
Harry nodded and continued to stroke his fingers over Draco's hip. "Anywhere I want." He moved his hand down and over Draco's cock, wrapping his fingers around it.
Draco moaned softly at the contact, trembling. He had resisted Harry before. It felt amazing to relax and let himself be touched.
Harry had almost expected Draco to pull his hand away, as he had before; when he didn't, Harry began to stroke him, watching his face and trying his best to get another moan out of him.
Draco did moan again, pressing his face to Harry's neck as he did. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
Harry liked Draco's reactions more than anything. He gripped him tightly and quickened the strokes, using his other hand to grip Draco's hair.
"Harry," Draco whispered, panting now. Harry's fingers on him were wonderful. He licked and sucked on Harry's neck, tasting him as he was stroked.
"Draco," Harry replied softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt himself begin to harden, just from Draco licking his neck.
Draco lovingly caressed Harry's chest and then slid his hand down over his belly, petting as he went. He lowered his mouth to suck one of Harry's nipples as he gently caressed Harry's cock.
Harry went still, biting down on his lip at the first touch of Draco's hand and tongue.
Draco lifted his head, giving Harry's nipple another lick and then smiling up at him. "Roll on your side, toward me," he whispered.
Harry swallowed thickly and turned on his side so that he was facing Draco. "What're you going to do?"
Draco was only slightly taller than Harry, so he was able to move up and wrap one leg around Harry's hip, pressing them together so that their cocks would slide against each other's. He reached one hand down between them and the other to the back of Harry's head. He smiled at Harry, looking him in the eyes as he began to rub against him. He was sure that this wasn't something Harry's torturers would have done. It was too intimate and mutual.
Harry's mouth dropped open at both the strange positioning and how perfect it felt. He let out a strangled moan, his eyes closing once again. "Draco," he gasped, reaching out to grip something, anything.
"Hold me, touch me," Draco whispered as he wrapped long fingers around their erections and began to stroke and squeeze them together.
Harry gripped his shoulder just as Draco touched him, shuddering. No one else had ever touched him with good intentions, and Harry really didn't know how to react at first. But after a few moments he began to thrust into Draco's fist, his head falling back as he moaned.
"Oh, you feel so good, Harry," Draco gasped, their cocks sliding against each other.
Harry whimpered and leaned in to bury his face in Draco's neck, his fingers digging into Draco's shoulder. "You're ... better ....”
Draco pressed his face to Harry's hair, nuzzling him and inhaling his scent as he moved his hand faster.
Harry didn't know how long it was before he began to tense up, his orgasm close. He wanted it to last longer. "Draco," he whispered before biting down on his lip hard.
"Yes, Harry, let go," Draco whispered back, panting now as he got close as well.
Harry was almost afraid at first to come, remembering how painful it was when he was able to before Draco was with him. But he couldn't hold it back any longer. Harry came with a small cry, squeezing his eyes shut as he jerked.
The feeling of Harry's cock pulsing against his own, covering them both with come, was slick and hot and so amazing. Draco was only moments behind him, continuing to hold them while their seed combined. "Oh, yes," he gasped.
Harry panted softly as he slowly came down from his high, letting go of Draco's shoulder and rubbing his arm gently.
Draco kissed Harry's forehead, sighing happily and slowly releasing their softening cocks. "You okay?"
Harry nodded slowly and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco. "I liked it," he whispered.
"I want to do things that make you feel good," Draco whispered. "It amazes me how wonderful it feels to be with you."
"I want to make you feel good, too, though," Harry said softly, pulling back to look into his eyes. "I don't want it to be about just me ... it has been only about me for the past few months ....”
"That felt wonderful," Draco told him, smiling. "Couldn't you tell how much I enjoyed it?"
Harry blushed softly, but nodded. "Yes, I still wonder why."
"Sex can be good, Harry," Draco whispered, still kissing his face, "but it is a lot more than that for me. I wouldn't want to do this with anyone I didn't care about."
"I know you'll show me it can be good," Harry murmured, still unable to know if he could be sure of it just by his words.
"Anything you want, Harry," Draco whispered, reaching for his wand and cleaning them both.
"Anything I want," Harry repeated softly, closing his eyes. "I want you."
"You have me," Draco assured him, pulling the covers up and snuggling up with Harry.
Chapter Title: Off the Map
Words: 2396 Words
Draco had been living with Harry at Grimmauld Place for two months now. He sent reports off every week by owl to his supervisors at St Mungo’s. They were pleased with Harry's progress and so was he.
Harry was curled up at the end of the couch, quietly relaxing as he thought about several things. Flying, his magic, Draco, the Daily Prophet, food, Draco. And Draco. Harry looked up when Draco walked into the room, pulling his legs closer so that the blond had room to sit down. There was one question in particular that had been bothering Harry today, and he couldn't hold it back any longer. "Draco?"
Draco smiled and sat down beside Harry on the sofa. "Yes?"
"Are we ... together?" Harry asked softly, moving in to snuggle closer to him.
Draco lifted his arm, wrapping it around Harry's shoulder. "Together?"
Harry blushed and nodded. "Like ... a couple," he clarified.
"That depends on how you feel about me, doesn't it?" Draco said, unable to stop himself and wondering where this would go.
"I like you a lot," Harry admitted softly, glancing up at Draco. "I do."
Draco smiled at him. "But is what you feel for me because I am taking care of you, or more?"
"Both ... and a lot more," Harry whispered, looking a little nervous.
"More than a friend?" Draco asked, his heart speeding up with a hope he tried to quash.
Harry nodded and blushed a little harder. "I think about you a lot."
Draco's eyes widened. "What do you think about me?"
"I think about how happy you make me feel," Harry said softly, reaching for one of Draco's hands. "How you help me get past my problems .... I know that's what you're supposed to do, but then again, there were a lot of other Healers that were supposed to do the same."
Draco took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, just letting Harry talk.
"I think about ... how you look when you sleep. You always look so peaceful. I think about how you look after a shower, your hair still wet and your shirt a little damp because I know you don't like to leave me alone anymore so you rush. I think about the look on your face when you come ... wishing I ... that I was the one who made you do it," Harry whispered, staring down at their hands the entire time he spoke.
Draco's heart sped up, almost afraid to believe what he was hearing. "You think ... of me like that?"
"All the time now. I've learned to be more observant. All those months that I didn't say a word to anyone ... you think I was completely gone? I watched, I memorised, I thought ....” Harry said. "And now I watch you. I probably know ... almost all of your habits."
"You watch me in the shower?" Draco asked, realising that's what Harry had to have done to see him come like that more than the once.
Harry flushed and looked away, biting his lip hard. "I ... I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"It's ... okay," Draco whispered, smiling. "So are you asking me to be your boyfriend?" He wanted to make sure Harry was clear about it before they went any further.
Harry blushed but nodded. "Yes, my boyfriend."
He sat up and pulled his arm back, looking seriously at Harry. "So I need to tell my supervisor that I am no longer going to be your Healer."
Harry didn't smile back. In fact, he looked completely devastated, his face draining of colour. "What?"
"I told you, I can't be your lover and be your Healer," Draco said, smiling slightly. "So the question is, do you still want me living here if I am not your Healer?"
"Yes." Harry couldn't imagine his life without Draco now, and he honestly wouldn't know what to do. "Does that mean I have to get another one?"
"If you keep making progress, I think all that will be needed will be to check in with St Mungo's as an outpatient until you are more fully recovered," Draco explained.
"I ... I don't know," Harry replied honestly, shrugging. "I only want you."
"Do you think you would still be willing to talk about things with your boyfriend?" Draco asked.
It confused Harry a little, because he was thinking of Draco as being one and the same person. "Um, yes."
"Then I will still be able to help you," Draco said. "I will be with you as long as you want me."
Harry nodded, reaching up and resting a hand on Draco's chest. "Yes, that's what I want."
Harry could probably feel how fast Draco's heart was beating. "You are sure?" Draco asked.
"I'm sure," Harry murmured, leaning up to gently kiss Draco's lips. "I really am."
Draco returned the kiss, heart hammering in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Harry. He knew it was what he wanted, but he still worried that Harry didn't really know what he was asking for.
Harry moved as close as he could into Draco's arms, tilting his head to the side as they kissed. He wanted to do more for Draco, he honestly did, but he wasn't sure if he was completely ready.
Draco held him close, petting Harry’s hair and humming in delight. Did this mean he could relax around Harry? The man wasn't completely well, but he was doing so much better.
"Draco," Harry whispered, pulling back a little and looking up at him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Can you ... can you show me now?"
"Anything you like," Draco answered, letting his affection and desire show.
"I'm still scared," Harry admitted quietly, reaching for Draco's hand. "But, I want to try."
"Let's go to our room," Draco said, standing up and helping Harry to his feet. He wrapped his arms around him and Apparated them to the bedroom.
Harry sat back on his bed once they got there, plucking nervously at his shirt. "Do you want to?"
Draco reached a hand out to gently caress Harry's face. "You are so beautiful. But it isn't just sex I want."
Harry still couldn't understand how he was beautiful in Draco's eyes, but he nodded anyway, wanting to please Draco. "What else do you want?"
Draco leaned over, kissing him tenderly. "I want to make love with you," he whispered.
"But isn't that sex?" Harry asked softly, blinking up at him.
"But it feels different from the kind of sex you know," Draco whispered again, laying little kisses around his lips.
"It feels good, right?" Harry's eyes slid shut as he imagined it, kissing Draco's lips whenever they touched his.
"I wouldn't do anything you didn't enjoy," Draco assured him, sitting down beside him and taking Harry into his arms.
"I know you wouldn't," Harry sighed, relaxing against him. "I do trust you."
Draco began kissing Harry’s lips again, fingers sliding through dark hair as his other hand slid down Harry's back. The blond focused on letting his feelings flow through his touch.
Harry shivered as they kissed, his back arching slightly. He had to keep telling himself that Draco wasn't here to hurt him, that he was only here to love and care for him. It helped him relax, but not completely.
Draco gently laid Harry back on the bed, continuing to kiss and lick along his chin and jaw.
Harry opened his eyes and made sure to keep them on Draco, taking deep calming breaths as he felt his heart speed up with every kiss.
Draco began undressing Harry, slowly, kissing his skin as he uncovered it. He felt like a worshipper at an altar of love.
Harry wanted to keep watching Draco, but his eyes slowly slid shut as he continued. He couldn't help but shudder when Draco reached his trousers, but he lifted his hips to help him pull them down.
Draco drew those trousers down, kissing Harry's legs as he did, but not yet touching his cock. Then he stood and stripped himself. He never took his eyes off Harry as he worked quickly.
Harry swallowed and looked up at Draco as he undressed, silently wishing that he was as beautiful as his lover.
Draco slid into bed beside Harry, taking him into his arms again to kiss and to touch him. It was beyond anything he had ever felt with anyone else before.
Harry pulled away after a moment to look into Draco's eyes, running a hand carefully down his arm. "You've ... done this before, right?"
It was a complicated question for Draco. He had had lovers before, but he had never been with anyone he was in love with. "Yes," he whispered, caressing Harry's arms and back as he held him. "I like it when you touch me," he added.
"You do?" Harry asked, moving his hand down and over Draco's hip. "Do you want me to touch you there, too?"
"Anywhere you want to touch me, Harry," Draco answered, kissing along his neck.
Harry nodded and continued to stroke his fingers over Draco's hip. "Anywhere I want." He moved his hand down and over Draco's cock, wrapping his fingers around it.
Draco moaned softly at the contact, trembling. He had resisted Harry before. It felt amazing to relax and let himself be touched.
Harry had almost expected Draco to pull his hand away, as he had before; when he didn't, Harry began to stroke him, watching his face and trying his best to get another moan out of him.
Draco did moan again, pressing his face to Harry's neck as he did. "Oh, yes," he whispered.
Harry liked Draco's reactions more than anything. He gripped him tightly and quickened the strokes, using his other hand to grip Draco's hair.
"Harry," Draco whispered, panting now. Harry's fingers on him were wonderful. He licked and sucked on Harry's neck, tasting him as he was stroked.
"Draco," Harry replied softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt himself begin to harden, just from Draco licking his neck.
Draco lovingly caressed Harry's chest and then slid his hand down over his belly, petting as he went. He lowered his mouth to suck one of Harry's nipples as he gently caressed Harry's cock.
Harry went still, biting down on his lip at the first touch of Draco's hand and tongue.
Draco lifted his head, giving Harry's nipple another lick and then smiling up at him. "Roll on your side, toward me," he whispered.
Harry swallowed thickly and turned on his side so that he was facing Draco. "What're you going to do?"
Draco was only slightly taller than Harry, so he was able to move up and wrap one leg around Harry's hip, pressing them together so that their cocks would slide against each other's. He reached one hand down between them and the other to the back of Harry's head. He smiled at Harry, looking him in the eyes as he began to rub against him. He was sure that this wasn't something Harry's torturers would have done. It was too intimate and mutual.
Harry's mouth dropped open at both the strange positioning and how perfect it felt. He let out a strangled moan, his eyes closing once again. "Draco," he gasped, reaching out to grip something, anything.
"Hold me, touch me," Draco whispered as he wrapped long fingers around their erections and began to stroke and squeeze them together.
Harry gripped his shoulder just as Draco touched him, shuddering. No one else had ever touched him with good intentions, and Harry really didn't know how to react at first. But after a few moments he began to thrust into Draco's fist, his head falling back as he moaned.
"Oh, you feel so good, Harry," Draco gasped, their cocks sliding against each other.
Harry whimpered and leaned in to bury his face in Draco's neck, his fingers digging into Draco's shoulder. "You're ... better ....”
Draco pressed his face to Harry's hair, nuzzling him and inhaling his scent as he moved his hand faster.
Harry didn't know how long it was before he began to tense up, his orgasm close. He wanted it to last longer. "Draco," he whispered before biting down on his lip hard.
"Yes, Harry, let go," Draco whispered back, panting now as he got close as well.
Harry was almost afraid at first to come, remembering how painful it was when he was able to before Draco was with him. But he couldn't hold it back any longer. Harry came with a small cry, squeezing his eyes shut as he jerked.
The feeling of Harry's cock pulsing against his own, covering them both with come, was slick and hot and so amazing. Draco was only moments behind him, continuing to hold them while their seed combined. "Oh, yes," he gasped.
Harry panted softly as he slowly came down from his high, letting go of Draco's shoulder and rubbing his arm gently.
Draco kissed Harry's forehead, sighing happily and slowly releasing their softening cocks. "You okay?"
Harry nodded slowly and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco. "I liked it," he whispered.
"I want to do things that make you feel good," Draco whispered. "It amazes me how wonderful it feels to be with you."
"I want to make you feel good, too, though," Harry said softly, pulling back to look into his eyes. "I don't want it to be about just me ... it has been only about me for the past few months ....”
"That felt wonderful," Draco told him, smiling. "Couldn't you tell how much I enjoyed it?"
Harry blushed softly, but nodded. "Yes, I still wonder why."
"Sex can be good, Harry," Draco whispered, still kissing his face, "but it is a lot more than that for me. I wouldn't want to do this with anyone I didn't care about."
"I know you'll show me it can be good," Harry murmured, still unable to know if he could be sure of it just by his words.
"Anything you want, Harry," Draco whispered, reaching for his wand and cleaning them both.
"Anything I want," Harry repeated softly, closing his eyes. "I want you."
"You have me," Draco assured him, pulling the covers up and snuggling up with Harry.