A Love So Belated
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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44
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46,669
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358
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Chapter 19: In the Lab
Chapter Number/Total: 19/44
Chapter Title: In the Lab
Words: 3558 Words
George gave a dry, but slightly amused smile as his younger brother tried valiantly to get him to laugh. “I’m not incapable of it, you know” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
Ron shrugged, chuckling as he led the way into the kitchen from outside. He and Harry had managed to get George to come home for dinner. The entire family was there for the meal, including Bill, Fleur, and Percy. Even Charlie was in for the week, and Hermione had come as well.
Harry and Ron had spent the day helping George out in the shop. It was far harder than it looked. There was stocking the shelves, and taking care of the – many – customers, and then cleaning and locking up. It even sounded easier than it was. It was a hell of a lot for one man to take care of and Harry felt bad for not helping out more than he had.
When they entered into the house, the kitchen was warm and very full, smelling of chicken and roasting potatoes. Harry’s stomach grumbled. It had been a few days since he had spent dinner at the Weasleys'. He’d mostly "been at number twelve" – meaning over at Draco’s.
It was so odd how different the two places in his life were. In fact, they were completely different in nearly every way. He sighed quietly, hanging up his cloak before he was pulled into a hug from Mrs Weasley, who had just finished gushing over George being there.
“Well, go on and have a seat, dear,” she said fondly, patting Harry’s cheek a few times.
He smiled at her, moving to sit as she had said. Ginny pecked his cheek when he did. “Well, if it isn’t the great Harry Potter gracing us with his presence,” she teased, taking Harry’s hand under the table.
He released an amused-sounding breath, because the actual subject of his absence made him rather uncomfortable.
“What have you been up to, Harry?” asked Mr Weasley, reaching for the bread set out on the table.
“Oh, not much,” Harry answered, praying that he wouldn’t blush or something ridiculous like that. “Getting settled and … you know.”
Mr Weasley nodded and Harry wondered if he felt Ginny’s hand tighten on his own. He frowned slightly, feeling even more uncomfortable.
“Yes, you’ve moved over to Grimmauld Place now, haven’t you?” said Percy.
Harry nodded.
Percy nodded, too. “Very good to be getting out on your own, you know. The Minister tells me you and Ron were interested in becoming Aurors. Has anything come of that?”
“Well, no, not yet,” Harry answered, glancing at Ron. His mind flashed to Draco and the fact that he didn’t like the idea of Harry becoming an Auror.
“I do want to, though,” said Ron. “It’d be brilliant.”
“Well, yes, I’m sure,” said Mrs Weasley, placing food on the table. “As long as you’re both careful.”
Ron rolled his eyes slightly, but smiled.
“How about you, Hermione?” asked Charlie. “Still working on all that house-elf stuff?”
She looked over at him. “Well, I did think it would be nice to go into that area. I’ve been looking at jobs in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There’s so much that needs to be changed there. The laws for some creatures are just atrocious.”
“So we’ll have a nice, big, law-enforcing family,” said George in a drawl that made Harry think of Draco again.
“Well, I think it would be nice,” said Mrs Weasley. “I would worry, of course, but at least you would all be doing good.”
Harry smiled a bit, but still felt awful. He wasn’t sure of his future at all. He honestly didn’t know what he would do for a job, he wasn’t even sure of his future concerning the very people with whom he was eating dinner. It was frightening.
He had always thought he would become an Auror with Ron and be at least a friend of the Weasleys forever. He definitely wanted the latter, but he didn’t know how he could have both that and Draco. Not after everything with Ginny. It was very depressing to think about. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, sighing quietly again.
***
Harry laughed half-heartedly at Bill’s joke, standing and leaning against the back of the couch in the sitting room.
Ginny was sitting directly underneath him on the couch, laughing with everyone else, but there was something in her eyes every time she looked up at Harry. It made him feel like moving to another spot – well, it gave him another reason to want to move to another spot.
“Hey,” said Charlie from where he was seated in an armchair. “I brought some wine. Anybody up for some?”
Ron perked up at that and Mrs Weasley shot him a stern look.
“Oh, c’mon, Mum,” he said. “We’re all of age. Even Ginny.”
Mrs Weasley huffed.
“Just a sip, Molly,” said Mr Weasley cheerfully. “Go on and get it, son,” he continued to Charlie.
Harry really snorted a bit then, though he wasn’t sure if he really felt like drinking anything, even wine. He was too busy trying to think if he should break it off with Ginny or not.
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea with the entire family and Hermione there, but maybe it was a good idea to just get it over with. He knew he had to do it sooner or later, and he knew it was probably better to do it sooner, but it didn’t make the thought any easier.
He watched almost everyone else get their glasses of wine, joking and laughing. He just sat and thought, probably frowning, but he couldn’t seem to change his face.
”Harry?”
Harry started slightly and looked down. Ginny was looking up at him. “Yeah?” he said.
“Are you …?” She sighed. “Do you want to go talk somewhere for a minute?”
He frowned. Ginny wanted to talk to him alone? He swallowed. “Er, okay,” he said.
She nodded and stood, walking back into the kitchen and Harry followed. A few of the others stared at them as they went, but no one stopped them.
Ginny reached the wooden table before turning, and that same look was in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, paused, and then opened it again. “Harry …” she said slowly. “Are you okay?”
Harry’s brows lowered down over his eyes.
“It’s just … you’ve sort of been acting … well, for lack of a better word, strange,” Ginny continued.
“Strange?” Harry echoed quietly.
Ginny let out half a sigh. “You haven’t been here,” she said just as quietly. “Even Ron’s been wondering .… And, when you are here you just seem … preoccupied with something. I don’t know what it is. I wish you would tell me. I know it can’t be good for you to hold it in.”
Harry looked at Ginny seriously, biting his lip. He wondered if that was his cue.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked when he still didn’t say anything.
He continued to look at her. “Ginny …” he said finally. “I don’t – I don’t know. I guess I’m just .…”
She waited.
Harry bit his lip again, his heart beginning to beat rather quickly as he took a step closer. “Ginny,” he said again. “I love you. You know I do. I always will. I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way. I – I guess I have been preoccupied.” He stopped, taking a quiet deep breath. “It’s just that … Well … I’m not sure if I – if we … I guess I just –”
He and Ginny both jumped as there was a loud crash from the living room, and then Ron’s voice floated in, filled with slightly drunken laughter. “I’m okay! Really!”
Ginny shook her head, amusement shining through that look in her eyes.
The moment was lost.
Harry sighed. “I guess I’ve still been sort of thinking a lot,” he said, feeling the weight of the lie settle upon him.
Ginny sighed, too. “I understand,” she said quietly. “Just – I’m me, you know?” She gave Harry a small smile. “I’m not Ron, but you know you can still tell me anything you want. Secrets are safe with me.”
He returned the smile as best as he could. “Of course,” he said.
They stood there for a few more moments before Ginny gave Harry’s lips a quick kiss. “Let’s get back in there before they destroy everything without us,” she said with another smile, leading him back into the living room by his hand.
They both sat on the couch, where Fleur and Mrs Weasley were apparently having a compelling conversation about cleaning products.
“Mrs Scower's will get that right out, dear,” said Mrs . Weasley.
“Ze smell of zat eez ‘orrible,” said Fleur, wrinkling up her nose.
George turned his head, sitting on the floor. “You could try some of our stuff,” he offered. “Doesn’t smell too bad.”
“Well, what’s that stuff that Kreacher uses Harry?” Ginny asked him, and everyone looked at him.
Harry did flush. He couldn’t help it. “Er…”
“It smells really good, like vanilla. Might be a little strong, though,” Ginny continued. “He always smells like it, too.”
“Oh, and it’s a cleaner?” said Mrs Weasley.
Harry nodded stiffly.
“What eez it?” asked Fleur.
Draco, Harry thought. “Eh, I’m not sure,” he said. “Kreacher’s the one who uses it.” He felt the weight of yet another lie.
“Well, you’ll have to ask him for us,” said Mrs Weasley.
Harry gave a tight smile.
***
Harry stood at the Malfoys' door. He'd just knocked and was wringing his hands. He hadn't seen Draco in a few days, having spent the time over at the Burrow and helping some more at the shop with Ron and George. He had missed Draco terribly. Horribly missed him. He wished that damn house-elf would appear already.
Rusty popped into being and blinked. "Master Draco says come in."
"Okay," Harry answered, reaching past the elf to open the door and enter.
"Master Draco in the Potions Lab," the elf told Harry.
"Okay," Harry said again, removing his cloak and handing it off impatiently. He speed-walked through the corridors, ignoring some indignant squawks from a few portraits. He didn't stop until he had reached the lab and then opened the door, stepping in quickly.
Draco was just putting the cork in the top of a glass bottle filled with a bright pink liquid.
Harry's stomach exploded in butterflies when he set eyes upon Draco. He crossed to him, grinning as he slipped arms about his waist from behind and kissed his neck and his shoulders, even though clothing covered them.
Draco trembled at his lover's touch, putting the bottle down quickly, lest he break it. He laid his hands on top of Harry's and squeezed. "Hi," he said breathlessly.
"I missed you," Harry told him, kissing his neck again.
Draco leaned his head to one side so that Harry could better reach his neck. "Yes, I missed you, too," he whispered.
"Missed you so much," Harry continued, kissing still.
"Mmm," Draco hummed happily. He shivered with his growing arousal. "I always miss you when you aren't with me."
"Not as much as I miss you," Harry replied playfully, giddy with his feelings.
"Show me," Draco challenged, wriggling his arse back against the man.
Harry laughed. "Already?" he asked, delighted. "I just got in the door."
"Tell me you are not turned on," Draco dared, smiling.
"Well, then I would be lying," Harry answered, adding a lick to his kisses.
"Wouldn't want that," Draco said, rotating his hips again, rubbing back against Harry with a sigh.
Harry rocked with Draco, moving his hands to the man's hips to pull him firmly back against him. "Mmm, I think your arse wants me," he said with a low chuckle, nipping at Draco's ear.
"Yes, please," Draco gasped.
Harry brought one hand to said arse and squeezed. "Does it want me right here?" he asked.
"Yes, here and now," Draco agreed, grabbing the table in front of him for support.
Harry continued the slow, gentle rocking of his hips against Draco's arse. He reached both hands around, unfastening Draco's trousers.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco answered, his cock twitching in response. He loved the very idea of Harry fucking him in the potions lab.
Harry smiled a slow, smug smile. "Oh, yes, Draco," he said. "Gonna fuck you right here." He opened the trousers and let them fall to the floor, running his fingers along the band of Draco's shorts.
Draco's cock was tight against the silk, and the feel of Harry's touch made him shiver again. "Yes, I want you," he answered.
That same smile was still spread across Harry's face. He pushed the shorts from Draco's hips and reached for his erection, stroking slowly. He shivered with his own arousal.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, one hand still grasping the table while his other reached back to find Harry's cock.
Harry moaned when Draco's hand moved over the bulge in his trousers. "I wanked over you so much in the last few days," he said, eyes sliding half-closed.
"Yes, I dreamt of you," Draco agreed, stroking Harry through the cloth. "I want this inside me." Having recently become an expert, he used deft fingers to flick open the button on Harry's jeans and release the zipper, before reaching in to free his lover's straining erection.
Harry let out a long, shaky breath. The feeling of Draco's hand against the skin of his cock was electrifying. With one quick motion, he pushed his jeans and shorts to the floor, too occupied to step out of them. "Lube?" he asked, looking around.
"Ah," Draco said. He released Harry's cock and then Summoned a bottle from the shelves of potions. "Here," he said, handing it to his lover.
Harry took it and unscrewed the cap with shaky fingers before dipping them inside. His hips continued their gyrations against an invisible surface as he moved his hand forward, tracing Draco's entrance and then slipping one finger inside him. "Missed this tight arse," he breathed huskily.
Draco grabbed the table with both hands again, moaning as Harry's fingers stretched him. "Yes, missed you," he gasped.
Harry worked at Draco for minutes, slicking him considerably. He rubbed at that spot inside him, a glorious little discovery. "What did you think of while I wasn't here?" he asked.
"You," Draco gasped. "I thought of you inside me. Me inside you."
"Mmm," Harry hummed, so deliciously aroused he was still 'rubbing' himself against nothing. "Fuck. Thought of your arse around my cock," he moaned, still moving his fingers. "Thought of your come inside me, my arse, my mouth. Fuck, Draco." He took his fingers out and spread more lube over his erection.
"Yes, please fuck me, Harry," Draco whispered, arching his arse back again.
"God, gonna fuck this pretty arse," Harry purred, reaching to set the lube on the counter. He slid his pulsing cock over Draco's entrance, sliding it along the crevice.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco moaned, spreading his legs a little wider. "I need you, please."
Harry grasped Draco's arse cheeks, pulling them apart to watch his cock slide along the cleft. Then he reached and grasped his shaft, angling it toward its glorious destination. He slid the head of his cock slowly inside Draco, eyes closed and heart beating rapidly.
Draco's arse spasmed around Harry's cock as he felt his lover breach him. He let his head fall back, moaning in delight.
Harry hissed through his teeth, moving further into Draco and feeling the heat of him, the slickness. "Oh, Draco," he moaned. "Thought of this every day. Thought of you."
Draco moaned, feeling himself stretched and filled by his lover. "Yes, always thinking of you," he agreed. It thrilled him to know that Harry thought of him, too. It allowed him to hope. To hope that Harry felt something at least close to what Draco felt for him.
Harry wrapped arms tightly around Draco's chest, holding him as he fucked him. He kissed his neck again, moving his hips in a slow, circular motion, buried deep.
"Oh, baby, yes. You feel so good inside me," Draco moaned. He spread his legs as wide as he could while standing with his trousers round his ankles. His own cock was dripping wet now as his lover moved against and inside him.
Harry's entire body shook with pleasure. "So good together," he groaned, thrusting now in a more in-and-out fashion.
"Yes, fuck me, baby," Draco gasped. "You are perfect inside me."
Harry gripped Draco tighter, cheek against his shoulder as he thrust. He sped up, beginning to pant.
"Oh, fuck me, yes!" Draco gasped again. He released the table with one hand and reached down to wrap his fingers around his own cock. "Yes, oh, fuck, fill me!"
Harry cried out, gasping loudly. "Gonna come, gonna come," he moaned. "Oh, fuck, Draco, gonna come."
"Yes," Draco agreed, stroking his cock faster. After only a minute, he came, spilling his seed into his hand and onto the floor between his legs.
Harry threw his head back and sped up even more, his skin slapping against Draco's. He came hard with a very loud yell, having to grip the counter around Draco to keep himself steady.
"Yes, baby!" Draco cried out, body tightening around Harry's cock as it convulsed with pleasure.
"Fuck," Harry whispered. "Oh, hell, Draco, yes." His body was still trembling, both hands clenched on the table.
"I rather like that greeting," Draco smirked, looking over his shoulder at Harry.
"Hell, yes," Harry agreed, grinning.
Draco stood there with his trousers on the floor and Harry pressed against his back. He smiled at the other man. "Kiss me," he whispered.
Harry moved his face forward, chuckling at the fact that they hadn't even made it to the hello kiss before fucking. He pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him gently.
Draco sighed happily into Harry's kiss, licking and nipping at the man's lips.
Harry bit Draco's bottom lip playfully, pulling it with his teeth. "I love how sexy you are," he said with an eyebrow waggle.
Draco held back the reply that came to his lips then. He smiled, grey eyes shining as he looked into Harry's green. He felt his lover's cock soften before slipping from his body, allowing come to trickle down his thigh.
Harry backed up a step, separating from Draco completely and then taking a nice, long look at Draco's sticky arse and legs. "Sexy," he said with a happy sigh.
Draco wriggled his arse, enjoying the way Harry looked at him.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, smiling and landing a light smack on that arse. Then he grinned and kissed him again, shuffling forward, temporarily impaired by his trousers.
Draco turned, reaching to wrap his arms around Harry before pressing against him. "Welcome to my potions lab," he whispered, and then kissed him once more.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips. "I believe we have made good use of it," he said.
"I have had a good day in here and this makes it perfect," Draco told him.
Harry smiled again. "Good," he said.
Draco was reluctant to let go, but felt odd standing with their trousers down. "Will you stay the night?" he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Will you?" he asked with yet another smile.
"I live here," Draco retorted, arching an eyebrow.
Harry snorted. "At my place," he clarified. "You haven't seen it yet and I was wondering if you'd like to."
Draco's eyes widened. "I would," he nodded. He glanced down between the two of them. "Suppose we should re-dress ourselves."
"Good," Harry said again. "And yes, I guess we should. Unless you want to walk around here with your trousers off. I wouldn't mind that at all." He grinned slyly.
Draco rolled his eyes at that but was pleased all the same. He shuffled back a bit and then reached for his wand to cast Cleaning Charms on the two of them before pulling his shorts and trousers back up. "I invented a new potion today," he said.
"Yeah?" asked Harry, reaching to pull his trousers up as well. "What does it do?" he asked, buttoning and zipping his jeans.
"I could show you," Draco offered.
Harry looked up and arched an eyebrow. He smiled questioningly. "You're not going to tell me what it does first?"
"No," Draco said with a smirk. "Don't trust me?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I trust your beautiful, thick cock up my arse, don't I?" he answered, smirking as well.
Draco picked up the vial of pink liquid and held it up for Harry. "Shall we try it? Now, or at your place?"
Harry shrugged. "Is it trippy or something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow again.
"Something like that," Draco replied cryptically.
Harry raised both eyebrows then. "Have you been inventing devious potions, Draco Malfoy?" he asked with a sly, curious smile.
"Of course," Draco answered.
Harry chuckled. "I guess we can try it at my house then, if you want to get out of here now or something."
Draco pocketed the vial. "Let me get some things and let Mother know I will be out."
"Okay," Harry answered with a smile, kissing Draco shortly again.
Chapter Title: In the Lab
Words: 3558 Words
George gave a dry, but slightly amused smile as his younger brother tried valiantly to get him to laugh. “I’m not incapable of it, you know” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
Ron shrugged, chuckling as he led the way into the kitchen from outside. He and Harry had managed to get George to come home for dinner. The entire family was there for the meal, including Bill, Fleur, and Percy. Even Charlie was in for the week, and Hermione had come as well.
Harry and Ron had spent the day helping George out in the shop. It was far harder than it looked. There was stocking the shelves, and taking care of the – many – customers, and then cleaning and locking up. It even sounded easier than it was. It was a hell of a lot for one man to take care of and Harry felt bad for not helping out more than he had.
When they entered into the house, the kitchen was warm and very full, smelling of chicken and roasting potatoes. Harry’s stomach grumbled. It had been a few days since he had spent dinner at the Weasleys'. He’d mostly "been at number twelve" – meaning over at Draco’s.
It was so odd how different the two places in his life were. In fact, they were completely different in nearly every way. He sighed quietly, hanging up his cloak before he was pulled into a hug from Mrs Weasley, who had just finished gushing over George being there.
“Well, go on and have a seat, dear,” she said fondly, patting Harry’s cheek a few times.
He smiled at her, moving to sit as she had said. Ginny pecked his cheek when he did. “Well, if it isn’t the great Harry Potter gracing us with his presence,” she teased, taking Harry’s hand under the table.
He released an amused-sounding breath, because the actual subject of his absence made him rather uncomfortable.
“What have you been up to, Harry?” asked Mr Weasley, reaching for the bread set out on the table.
“Oh, not much,” Harry answered, praying that he wouldn’t blush or something ridiculous like that. “Getting settled and … you know.”
Mr Weasley nodded and Harry wondered if he felt Ginny’s hand tighten on his own. He frowned slightly, feeling even more uncomfortable.
“Yes, you’ve moved over to Grimmauld Place now, haven’t you?” said Percy.
Harry nodded.
Percy nodded, too. “Very good to be getting out on your own, you know. The Minister tells me you and Ron were interested in becoming Aurors. Has anything come of that?”
“Well, no, not yet,” Harry answered, glancing at Ron. His mind flashed to Draco and the fact that he didn’t like the idea of Harry becoming an Auror.
“I do want to, though,” said Ron. “It’d be brilliant.”
“Well, yes, I’m sure,” said Mrs Weasley, placing food on the table. “As long as you’re both careful.”
Ron rolled his eyes slightly, but smiled.
“How about you, Hermione?” asked Charlie. “Still working on all that house-elf stuff?”
She looked over at him. “Well, I did think it would be nice to go into that area. I’ve been looking at jobs in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There’s so much that needs to be changed there. The laws for some creatures are just atrocious.”
“So we’ll have a nice, big, law-enforcing family,” said George in a drawl that made Harry think of Draco again.
“Well, I think it would be nice,” said Mrs Weasley. “I would worry, of course, but at least you would all be doing good.”
Harry smiled a bit, but still felt awful. He wasn’t sure of his future at all. He honestly didn’t know what he would do for a job, he wasn’t even sure of his future concerning the very people with whom he was eating dinner. It was frightening.
He had always thought he would become an Auror with Ron and be at least a friend of the Weasleys forever. He definitely wanted the latter, but he didn’t know how he could have both that and Draco. Not after everything with Ginny. It was very depressing to think about. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, sighing quietly again.
***
Harry laughed half-heartedly at Bill’s joke, standing and leaning against the back of the couch in the sitting room.
Ginny was sitting directly underneath him on the couch, laughing with everyone else, but there was something in her eyes every time she looked up at Harry. It made him feel like moving to another spot – well, it gave him another reason to want to move to another spot.
“Hey,” said Charlie from where he was seated in an armchair. “I brought some wine. Anybody up for some?”
Ron perked up at that and Mrs Weasley shot him a stern look.
“Oh, c’mon, Mum,” he said. “We’re all of age. Even Ginny.”
Mrs Weasley huffed.
“Just a sip, Molly,” said Mr Weasley cheerfully. “Go on and get it, son,” he continued to Charlie.
Harry really snorted a bit then, though he wasn’t sure if he really felt like drinking anything, even wine. He was too busy trying to think if he should break it off with Ginny or not.
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea with the entire family and Hermione there, but maybe it was a good idea to just get it over with. He knew he had to do it sooner or later, and he knew it was probably better to do it sooner, but it didn’t make the thought any easier.
He watched almost everyone else get their glasses of wine, joking and laughing. He just sat and thought, probably frowning, but he couldn’t seem to change his face.
”Harry?”
Harry started slightly and looked down. Ginny was looking up at him. “Yeah?” he said.
“Are you …?” She sighed. “Do you want to go talk somewhere for a minute?”
He frowned. Ginny wanted to talk to him alone? He swallowed. “Er, okay,” he said.
She nodded and stood, walking back into the kitchen and Harry followed. A few of the others stared at them as they went, but no one stopped them.
Ginny reached the wooden table before turning, and that same look was in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, paused, and then opened it again. “Harry …” she said slowly. “Are you okay?”
Harry’s brows lowered down over his eyes.
“It’s just … you’ve sort of been acting … well, for lack of a better word, strange,” Ginny continued.
“Strange?” Harry echoed quietly.
Ginny let out half a sigh. “You haven’t been here,” she said just as quietly. “Even Ron’s been wondering .… And, when you are here you just seem … preoccupied with something. I don’t know what it is. I wish you would tell me. I know it can’t be good for you to hold it in.”
Harry looked at Ginny seriously, biting his lip. He wondered if that was his cue.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked when he still didn’t say anything.
He continued to look at her. “Ginny …” he said finally. “I don’t – I don’t know. I guess I’m just .…”
She waited.
Harry bit his lip again, his heart beginning to beat rather quickly as he took a step closer. “Ginny,” he said again. “I love you. You know I do. I always will. I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way. I – I guess I have been preoccupied.” He stopped, taking a quiet deep breath. “It’s just that … Well … I’m not sure if I – if we … I guess I just –”
He and Ginny both jumped as there was a loud crash from the living room, and then Ron’s voice floated in, filled with slightly drunken laughter. “I’m okay! Really!”
Ginny shook her head, amusement shining through that look in her eyes.
The moment was lost.
Harry sighed. “I guess I’ve still been sort of thinking a lot,” he said, feeling the weight of the lie settle upon him.
Ginny sighed, too. “I understand,” she said quietly. “Just – I’m me, you know?” She gave Harry a small smile. “I’m not Ron, but you know you can still tell me anything you want. Secrets are safe with me.”
He returned the smile as best as he could. “Of course,” he said.
They stood there for a few more moments before Ginny gave Harry’s lips a quick kiss. “Let’s get back in there before they destroy everything without us,” she said with another smile, leading him back into the living room by his hand.
They both sat on the couch, where Fleur and Mrs Weasley were apparently having a compelling conversation about cleaning products.
“Mrs Scower's will get that right out, dear,” said Mrs . Weasley.
“Ze smell of zat eez ‘orrible,” said Fleur, wrinkling up her nose.
George turned his head, sitting on the floor. “You could try some of our stuff,” he offered. “Doesn’t smell too bad.”
“Well, what’s that stuff that Kreacher uses Harry?” Ginny asked him, and everyone looked at him.
Harry did flush. He couldn’t help it. “Er…”
“It smells really good, like vanilla. Might be a little strong, though,” Ginny continued. “He always smells like it, too.”
“Oh, and it’s a cleaner?” said Mrs Weasley.
Harry nodded stiffly.
“What eez it?” asked Fleur.
Draco, Harry thought. “Eh, I’m not sure,” he said. “Kreacher’s the one who uses it.” He felt the weight of yet another lie.
“Well, you’ll have to ask him for us,” said Mrs Weasley.
Harry gave a tight smile.
***
Harry stood at the Malfoys' door. He'd just knocked and was wringing his hands. He hadn't seen Draco in a few days, having spent the time over at the Burrow and helping some more at the shop with Ron and George. He had missed Draco terribly. Horribly missed him. He wished that damn house-elf would appear already.
Rusty popped into being and blinked. "Master Draco says come in."
"Okay," Harry answered, reaching past the elf to open the door and enter.
"Master Draco in the Potions Lab," the elf told Harry.
"Okay," Harry said again, removing his cloak and handing it off impatiently. He speed-walked through the corridors, ignoring some indignant squawks from a few portraits. He didn't stop until he had reached the lab and then opened the door, stepping in quickly.
Draco was just putting the cork in the top of a glass bottle filled with a bright pink liquid.
Harry's stomach exploded in butterflies when he set eyes upon Draco. He crossed to him, grinning as he slipped arms about his waist from behind and kissed his neck and his shoulders, even though clothing covered them.
Draco trembled at his lover's touch, putting the bottle down quickly, lest he break it. He laid his hands on top of Harry's and squeezed. "Hi," he said breathlessly.
"I missed you," Harry told him, kissing his neck again.
Draco leaned his head to one side so that Harry could better reach his neck. "Yes, I missed you, too," he whispered.
"Missed you so much," Harry continued, kissing still.
"Mmm," Draco hummed happily. He shivered with his growing arousal. "I always miss you when you aren't with me."
"Not as much as I miss you," Harry replied playfully, giddy with his feelings.
"Show me," Draco challenged, wriggling his arse back against the man.
Harry laughed. "Already?" he asked, delighted. "I just got in the door."
"Tell me you are not turned on," Draco dared, smiling.
"Well, then I would be lying," Harry answered, adding a lick to his kisses.
"Wouldn't want that," Draco said, rotating his hips again, rubbing back against Harry with a sigh.
Harry rocked with Draco, moving his hands to the man's hips to pull him firmly back against him. "Mmm, I think your arse wants me," he said with a low chuckle, nipping at Draco's ear.
"Yes, please," Draco gasped.
Harry brought one hand to said arse and squeezed. "Does it want me right here?" he asked.
"Yes, here and now," Draco agreed, grabbing the table in front of him for support.
Harry continued the slow, gentle rocking of his hips against Draco's arse. He reached both hands around, unfastening Draco's trousers.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco answered, his cock twitching in response. He loved the very idea of Harry fucking him in the potions lab.
Harry smiled a slow, smug smile. "Oh, yes, Draco," he said. "Gonna fuck you right here." He opened the trousers and let them fall to the floor, running his fingers along the band of Draco's shorts.
Draco's cock was tight against the silk, and the feel of Harry's touch made him shiver again. "Yes, I want you," he answered.
That same smile was still spread across Harry's face. He pushed the shorts from Draco's hips and reached for his erection, stroking slowly. He shivered with his own arousal.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, one hand still grasping the table while his other reached back to find Harry's cock.
Harry moaned when Draco's hand moved over the bulge in his trousers. "I wanked over you so much in the last few days," he said, eyes sliding half-closed.
"Yes, I dreamt of you," Draco agreed, stroking Harry through the cloth. "I want this inside me." Having recently become an expert, he used deft fingers to flick open the button on Harry's jeans and release the zipper, before reaching in to free his lover's straining erection.
Harry let out a long, shaky breath. The feeling of Draco's hand against the skin of his cock was electrifying. With one quick motion, he pushed his jeans and shorts to the floor, too occupied to step out of them. "Lube?" he asked, looking around.
"Ah," Draco said. He released Harry's cock and then Summoned a bottle from the shelves of potions. "Here," he said, handing it to his lover.
Harry took it and unscrewed the cap with shaky fingers before dipping them inside. His hips continued their gyrations against an invisible surface as he moved his hand forward, tracing Draco's entrance and then slipping one finger inside him. "Missed this tight arse," he breathed huskily.
Draco grabbed the table with both hands again, moaning as Harry's fingers stretched him. "Yes, missed you," he gasped.
Harry worked at Draco for minutes, slicking him considerably. He rubbed at that spot inside him, a glorious little discovery. "What did you think of while I wasn't here?" he asked.
"You," Draco gasped. "I thought of you inside me. Me inside you."
"Mmm," Harry hummed, so deliciously aroused he was still 'rubbing' himself against nothing. "Fuck. Thought of your arse around my cock," he moaned, still moving his fingers. "Thought of your come inside me, my arse, my mouth. Fuck, Draco." He took his fingers out and spread more lube over his erection.
"Yes, please fuck me, Harry," Draco whispered, arching his arse back again.
"God, gonna fuck this pretty arse," Harry purred, reaching to set the lube on the counter. He slid his pulsing cock over Draco's entrance, sliding it along the crevice.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco moaned, spreading his legs a little wider. "I need you, please."
Harry grasped Draco's arse cheeks, pulling them apart to watch his cock slide along the cleft. Then he reached and grasped his shaft, angling it toward its glorious destination. He slid the head of his cock slowly inside Draco, eyes closed and heart beating rapidly.
Draco's arse spasmed around Harry's cock as he felt his lover breach him. He let his head fall back, moaning in delight.
Harry hissed through his teeth, moving further into Draco and feeling the heat of him, the slickness. "Oh, Draco," he moaned. "Thought of this every day. Thought of you."
Draco moaned, feeling himself stretched and filled by his lover. "Yes, always thinking of you," he agreed. It thrilled him to know that Harry thought of him, too. It allowed him to hope. To hope that Harry felt something at least close to what Draco felt for him.
Harry wrapped arms tightly around Draco's chest, holding him as he fucked him. He kissed his neck again, moving his hips in a slow, circular motion, buried deep.
"Oh, baby, yes. You feel so good inside me," Draco moaned. He spread his legs as wide as he could while standing with his trousers round his ankles. His own cock was dripping wet now as his lover moved against and inside him.
Harry's entire body shook with pleasure. "So good together," he groaned, thrusting now in a more in-and-out fashion.
"Yes, fuck me, baby," Draco gasped. "You are perfect inside me."
Harry gripped Draco tighter, cheek against his shoulder as he thrust. He sped up, beginning to pant.
"Oh, fuck me, yes!" Draco gasped again. He released the table with one hand and reached down to wrap his fingers around his own cock. "Yes, oh, fuck, fill me!"
Harry cried out, gasping loudly. "Gonna come, gonna come," he moaned. "Oh, fuck, Draco, gonna come."
"Yes," Draco agreed, stroking his cock faster. After only a minute, he came, spilling his seed into his hand and onto the floor between his legs.
Harry threw his head back and sped up even more, his skin slapping against Draco's. He came hard with a very loud yell, having to grip the counter around Draco to keep himself steady.
"Yes, baby!" Draco cried out, body tightening around Harry's cock as it convulsed with pleasure.
"Fuck," Harry whispered. "Oh, hell, Draco, yes." His body was still trembling, both hands clenched on the table.
"I rather like that greeting," Draco smirked, looking over his shoulder at Harry.
"Hell, yes," Harry agreed, grinning.
Draco stood there with his trousers on the floor and Harry pressed against his back. He smiled at the other man. "Kiss me," he whispered.
Harry moved his face forward, chuckling at the fact that they hadn't even made it to the hello kiss before fucking. He pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him gently.
Draco sighed happily into Harry's kiss, licking and nipping at the man's lips.
Harry bit Draco's bottom lip playfully, pulling it with his teeth. "I love how sexy you are," he said with an eyebrow waggle.
Draco held back the reply that came to his lips then. He smiled, grey eyes shining as he looked into Harry's green. He felt his lover's cock soften before slipping from his body, allowing come to trickle down his thigh.
Harry backed up a step, separating from Draco completely and then taking a nice, long look at Draco's sticky arse and legs. "Sexy," he said with a happy sigh.
Draco wriggled his arse, enjoying the way Harry looked at him.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, smiling and landing a light smack on that arse. Then he grinned and kissed him again, shuffling forward, temporarily impaired by his trousers.
Draco turned, reaching to wrap his arms around Harry before pressing against him. "Welcome to my potions lab," he whispered, and then kissed him once more.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips. "I believe we have made good use of it," he said.
"I have had a good day in here and this makes it perfect," Draco told him.
Harry smiled again. "Good," he said.
Draco was reluctant to let go, but felt odd standing with their trousers down. "Will you stay the night?" he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Will you?" he asked with yet another smile.
"I live here," Draco retorted, arching an eyebrow.
Harry snorted. "At my place," he clarified. "You haven't seen it yet and I was wondering if you'd like to."
Draco's eyes widened. "I would," he nodded. He glanced down between the two of them. "Suppose we should re-dress ourselves."
"Good," Harry said again. "And yes, I guess we should. Unless you want to walk around here with your trousers off. I wouldn't mind that at all." He grinned slyly.
Draco rolled his eyes at that but was pleased all the same. He shuffled back a bit and then reached for his wand to cast Cleaning Charms on the two of them before pulling his shorts and trousers back up. "I invented a new potion today," he said.
"Yeah?" asked Harry, reaching to pull his trousers up as well. "What does it do?" he asked, buttoning and zipping his jeans.
"I could show you," Draco offered.
Harry looked up and arched an eyebrow. He smiled questioningly. "You're not going to tell me what it does first?"
"No," Draco said with a smirk. "Don't trust me?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "I trust your beautiful, thick cock up my arse, don't I?" he answered, smirking as well.
Draco picked up the vial of pink liquid and held it up for Harry. "Shall we try it? Now, or at your place?"
Harry shrugged. "Is it trippy or something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow again.
"Something like that," Draco replied cryptically.
Harry raised both eyebrows then. "Have you been inventing devious potions, Draco Malfoy?" he asked with a sly, curious smile.
"Of course," Draco answered.
Harry chuckled. "I guess we can try it at my house then, if you want to get out of here now or something."
Draco pocketed the vial. "Let me get some things and let Mother know I will be out."
"Okay," Harry answered with a smile, kissing Draco shortly again.