Here & Now

Here & Now was going to be a oneshot but so many people have mailed me asking for a sequel and being an absolute sucker for a bit of flattery I’ve decided to mollify you all – you greedy, horrible lot;-)

A/n

* This is basically porn with a tiny (almost non existent) bit of plot. As for where it’s going after this *shrugs* Circe knows.

*Thank you to everyone who reviewed; you inspired me to write this sequel (Harry & Draco love you because it means that they get to shag some more).

*This starts almost immediately after Here & Now

In This Moment

00OOooOO00

Draco trails his fingers through the oily water and the fragrant scent of jasmine clings to his skin.

Harry is propped up against the far wall watching Draco with sleepy eyes. His black work robes have been discarded and his white shirt is open and so is the top button of his black trousers. His tie is still fastened and lies loosely around his neck, resting against his slender chest.

He looks more like a sixteen-year-old schoolboy, than a twenty-two-year-old hero of the wizarding world and his youthful appearance turns Draco on more than he feels comfortable with.

Draco is suddenly reminded of the times he would get hard watching Harry in his Quidditch robes, rain soaked and windswept, sweaty, flushed and fatigue from the exhilaration of the flight. Many a pleasant night was spent wanking over this image. It certainly made losing more bearable.

Harry’s hair is still hopeless and sticks up in tufts but it suits him. It makes him look impishly sexy and Draco is sure that it’s the hair that is more than partially responsible for every single woman Harry meets wanting to either mother him or fuck him, or sometime both, much to Harry’s horror. Draco takes great delight in teasing Harry about his hair.

Harry starts to talk about his day. He watches as Draco fills the bath and mumbles his woes and frustrations.

Draco mm’s and ahh’s at appropriate intervals but doesn’t really listen. He loathes the Ministry and only tolerates hearing the names of the bastards because it’s Harry.

Anything for Harry.

Harry has not been idle since school. Indeed, for two years after the war he was the head of the team of Aurors that were responsible for the capture of the remaining fugitive Death Eaters. Draco has followed Harry’s career avidly.

Harry is now the High Commissioner of the Department of Ministry Regulation. A new division created specifically for Harry when it became clear that certain aspects of the Ministry were ‘riddled’ (literally) with corruption.

In a community where one establishment held all the power with little or no political opposition it is not surprising that such a situation had arisen.

‘I can’t believe that five years after the war we’re still getting reports of Death Eater attacks, you would think they’d have given up by now.’ Harry says tiredly as Draco strips off the rest of Harry’s clothes and pulls his unresisting body into the bath.

Draco and Harry bathe away the cares of the day and soon Harry stops speaking of work and the out-side world is banished from their private cocoon.

The water becomes chilled so Draco carries Harry’s oily body to the warmth of the bed. Draco massages every inch of Harry’s skin, from the tips of his toes to the top of his scalp and soon Harry is just a slippery boneless mess on the bed.

When Draco starts to speak the words nearly don’t make it through Harry’s pampered stupor.

‘…on your knees’ his lover is saying impatiently and Harry looks over his shoulder to question the reason for Draco’s sudden urgent tone.

Draco is standing next to the bed, naked. He as worked himself up into quite a state. He is panting and his cock looks impossibly hard.

Harry’s brain as finally caught on but he still can’t move. Draco sighs and sits on the bed, pulls Harry onto his lap and slips his hands around the smaller man\'s waist, holding him close.

‘Are you too tired baby?’ He says gently.

Harry hears Draco’s husky question but doesn’t reply; he is to busy watching Draco’s luscious mouth form the words.

‘It’s ok if you can’t, but I need to get off, I’ve been hard for you all day’. Draco’s voice is rough with want and he abuses Harry’s idle lips with wet licks. Harry purrs into Draco’s clever mouth.

‘I can sort my self out and you can watch if you’d like. It’s enough for me that you’re in the room’. Draco ends the sentence on a throaty chuckle as Harry’s tongue comes out to play and they get lost in a lazy blissful kiss.

Harry twists in Draco’s lap and places a leg on either side of the blonde’s slender hips.

‘Want to rub cocks’ he says sleepily. It’s not a question but a petulant demand.

Draco looks very interested in this suggestion, and lets Harry line up their rigid cocks and grasp them both in his hands.

Draco forgets to breathe because he’s preoccupied with the way his cock slides against the cock and hand of the green-eyed daemon squirming shamelessly on his lap. The feel of Harry’s slicked up body wrapped around his own drives Draco crazy.

‘It’s no good love I’m going to have to fuck you’ Draco says, breathless. ‘Lie on your back and I’ll do all the work, just don’t fall asleep on me ok, I don’t think my ego could bear it’.

Draco stands and Harry clings to him like a fluffy marsupial and he thanks providence that he’s the taller and the stronger of the two.

He places Harry on his back, and crawls in between his parted thighs. Harry really does look exhausted but it’s of little consequence. Draco as been thinking about fucking Harry’s sweet arse all day and is not going to let a little thing like fatigue get in his way.

He grabs Harry’s hips impatiently and forces his cock in without preamble. Harry screams but it’s a scream of pleasure, not pain. Luckily Harry is so relaxed from the oily bath and the mild muscle relaxant Draco sneaked into the oil, that the penetration does no physical damage. Draco immediately feels guilty about his rough treatment, and stays still so that Harry can adjust to the intrusion. But it’s tight and hot inside Harry and it’s hard for him not to thrust when the object of his decade long obsession is panting and looking at him with the biggest pair of ‘fuck me’ eyes he’s ever seen.

The green orbs close, lashes flutter and Harry’s breathing finally evens out.

Just when Draco thinks that Harry may actually have fallen to sleep the wicked little bastard starts tensing and releasing the muscles that surround Draco’s cock. He hisses out his pleasure and forgets all about being gentle.

He ploughs into Harry ruthlessly pounding him into the mattress and Harry retaliates by calling Draco all the filthy names he can think of whilst languidly staring up at him with indolent eyes. Draco comes as Harry calls out ‘I love you, you evil bastard’ and then, for Draco, the world goes black.

When Draco comes to he is still deep inside a smirking Harry Potter.

Draco raises a silver eyebrow. ‘You’re looking very smug for someone who’s yet to be satisfied by their lover Mr Potter. I think I shall leave you to sort yourself out’. He says in a huff.

Harry’s smirk turns into a pout.

Draco can’t resist and sucks the pout into his mouth.

‘What do you want me to do Harry?’ He asks round the succulent bottom lip.

‘Want to come down your throat’ is Harry’s sleepy reply.

Draco grins and immediately sets about fulfilling his lover’s request. At first Harry refuses to move his lazy arse but with a little motivation from Draco’s wicked tongue it isn’t long before Harry is pushing his cock into Draco mouth and deep into his throat.

Draco pulls his mouth away knowing that the cold air around Harry’s wet and heated flesh drives him wild. Unfortunately Draco underestimates Harry’s staying power and Harry starts to come, Draco barely as time to wrap his mouth around the shooting cock. Draco swallows what he can but some of the come coats Harry’s stomach. Draco feeds it to Harry with two fingers and Harry sucks them clean without complaint, wrapping his agile tongue around the digits. This causes Draco’s cock to once again take interest in the proceedings.

He wants to fuck Harry again but Harry has fallen asleep with Draco’s fingers still in his mouth. Draco chuckles, wraps himself around his lover and follows him into oblivion.

00OOooOO00

Severus Snape is standing in Harry’s study. To say that Harry is surprised is a gross understatement.

‘Well don’t just sit there gaping at me like an idiot Potter, get your cloak’ the Potion Master says impatiently.

He has only just stepped out of Harry’s fireplace unannounced and Harry peers at him over the rim of his spectacles for a full minute before it dawns on him that Snape expects Harry to accompany him somewhere.

‘Where are we going?’ Harry asks shrugging on his outer-robes. He doesn’t think to say no to Snape, if Snape wants Harry to go somewhere it will be for a good reason.

‘The ministry’ Snape says abruptly. He walks over to the fireplace and taps his foot impatiently whilst Harry searches for his gloves.

‘Draco Malfoy was arrested this morning’.

Harry forgets all about his gloves. He grabs a handful of Floo Powder and jumps into the green flames leaving Snape to follow.

00OOooOO00

Snape explains that he as been refused admittance to the Committee chambers even though he has irrefutable evidence that Draco is innocent of the charges. Harry is impressed at how calm Snape appears. Harry’s insides are churning.

00OOooOO00

Draco sits at the centre table surrounded by Aurors and Legal Committee members. His quiet dignity puts the rest of the room to shame.

Ignatius Batty the current Head of Custody, a small, skinny man with unfortunately large ears, wrings his hands nervously.

‘Mr Potter, large sums of money have been inexplicably disappearing from Mr Malfoy’s accounts for the last three years. We have reason to believe that he has been using his wealth to fund the recent Neo Death Eater activities’.

Harry’s gaze is unwavering as he notes Batty’s demeanour; the man is obviously terrified of him. This bothers Harry; no body need ever fear him. He takes the man gently by the shoulders and smiles kindly.

‘Professor Severus Snape tells me that he has evidence to the contrary’.

Draco’s head snaps up when Harry says this, he does not seem pleased.

Batty frowns at Harry, ‘Severus Snape is a Death Eater’.

Harry suddenly looms tall. Power radiates from his elevated form, his hair ruffles and his robes ripple even though the room is still. OK sometimes they should fear him. ‘Fools should anyway’, Harry thinks. Every person in the room shrinks back except Draco who is busy trying to hide his astonishment.

Harry’s voice is deep and commands attention.

‘Severus Snape is a war hero and as saved my life on more than one occasion. If it were not for Professor Snape I would have died well before my seventeenth birthday and would never have been able to defeat the Dark Lord’.

Harry hates using his trump card but sometimes it is necessary. People don’t tend to question ‘The Boy Who Killed Lord Voldemort’.

Harry calms himself and smiles benevolently at the quivering mess of a man standing in front of him.

Moments later Severus Snape is ushered into the chamber.

Snape refuses to acknowledge any one in the room but Harry; this suits Harry, he is more than happy to take over the proceedings. He wants this dealt with quickly and without nonsense. He wants to take Draco home so that he can bugger him senseless. Harry thinks that Draco is looking very hot and rebellious with his pointed chin jutting in aristocratic defiance, framed by his feather-light, silver–white hair.

Snape ignores the look of death that Draco his shooting at him from beneath silver lashes. He pulls a Slytherin-green binder from a pocket in his black robes and passes it to Harry.

‘Inside you will find accounts details and receipts for transactions made by Mr Malfoy to my Gringotts account which I subsequently dispersed to other accounts around the country at his behest’. Snape’s speech is delivered in his usual melodious tone, but is underlined with malice.


Batty peers at the binder in Harry’s hand, ‘Why would Mr Malfoy go to such lengths to hide his transactions if they are not of an underhand nature’.

‘Lets find out shall we?’ Harry says brightly, unclipping the silver snake clip at the side of the binder.

What Harry reads within makes his heart swell to bursting point and he looks at Draco with wide eyes.

Draco can only hold his gaze for a moment before he as to look a way.

Harry reads:

‘March 2002, 8000 galleons paid to the Great Almond Street Institute for War Orphans’.

He bangs the receipt down on the table dramatically and pulls out another.

‘December 2002, 5000 galleons paid to the St Mungo’s Christmas Fund for the children suffering from incurable curses incurred during the war’.

BANG

‘June 2003, 8000 Galleons for funding the re-housing of war orphans with foster families’.

BANG

Harry’s voice gets louder and harsher as he continues.

‘September 2003, 10,000 galleons contributed to the repair of various buildings damaged in the Hogsmeade Massacre’.

BANG

Draco’s arms are folded and he is gazing up at the high vaulted ceiling with a look of extreme embarrassment on his face.

‘Shall I go on?’ Harry asks the committee angrily.

‘Please don’t’ Draco drawls sardonically and glares at Snape again for good measures.

Harry turns to Draco and smiles. ‘Please accept a sincere apology from me on behalf of the Ministry Mr Malfoy; you’re free to leave’.

Batty begins to protest but is silenced with one look from Harry.

Draco stands up and bows to Harry. ‘Thank you Mr Potter, I’m sure we can forget about this little misunderstanding. If the true details of my private affairs are not made public the Ministry shall not be hearing from my lawyers, is that acceptable Mr Potter?’

‘More than acceptable Mr Malfoy’. Harry returns Draco’s bow and Draco walks to the door head held high. The entire committee watch him go, the majority wear looks of open admiration on their faces. Harry is please that some good as come of today’s fiasco. Snape casts Harry a look of approval and follows his godson out of the room.

Harry turns back to the committee and several members gulp audibly.

He is not to hard on Batty; the man is no real threat, just simply a little overzealous in his desire to catch the Neo Death Eaters. Even so Harry will keep a close eye on him in the future. Harry does not want a repeat of the witch-hunts that occurred directly after the war.

00OOooOO00

He leaves the room ten minutes later with a spring in his step; nothing like a dressing down to make him feel frisky.

Harry practically runs to the main entrance where Draco is standing amidst the various press officials calmly stating in imperious tones that he has no comment to make at this time.

Draco spots Harry across the crowd of reporters and stares. His face is expressionless.

Harry walks across the marbled floor and all heads turn as he passes. He walks with a determined air and the crowd’s part wordlessly for ‘The Boy Who Lived’. Draco raises an elegant eyebrow. Snape also watches his head tilted in enquiry.

Harry stands in front of his lover and just looks and the press hounds, smelling a front-page story, hold their breaths.

The flash of a camera explodes and Harry turns and glares at the photographer who as dared to taint this moment. The short, fat man cowers and quickly backs away.

Harry takes a step closer and looks up into the Draco’s face. Draco’s eyes widen imperceptibly and Harry knows that this is the closest Draco as ever come to expressing shock in a public place.

He stares at Draco lips until they blossom and part under the attention and Draco as no choice but to lick them, which causes Harry’s eyes to flash green fire.

Harry leans forward until their lips are pressed firmly together; his top lip sinks between Draco’s parted ones. Their lips lock perfectly, they brush and cling and Harry can’t resist sucking the bottom lip in. When Draco gasps and begins to shake Harry wraps his arms around his trembling body.

Neither Harry nor Draco is aware of the collective gasp and subsequent sparks of a thousand flashes as the photographers press buttons like demented fools. They stand for an eternity, foreheads press together, flushed and bright eyed, and nothing else matters.

And then Draco does something he as never done in public. He smiles a brilliant and genuine smile and his eyes light up like moon stones.

Harry fancies that he sees Snape smile too as he apparates Draco away to his house at Godric Hollow, but it could be a trick of the light.

00OOooOO00

It is much later and they both lie naked in front of a blazing fire. Harry is laughing because Draco as just performed a naked - but still some how dignified - rendition of Harry’s fateful walk down the ministry corridor, complete with smouldering look and passionate kiss. He supposes, thinking back, that it was a rather showy gesture and he says as much.

Draco scowls at Harry’s reticence and declares ‘I’m Draco Malfoy and showy gestures are what I live for so you better get used to both performing them and witnessing them Mr Potter. Besides it was very brave’. He kisses Harry on his nose and tells him he as a pretty blush.

‘I do not have a pretty blush’, Harry denies. ‘You however, have the cutest blush. Do you know that when I fuck you very hard even your ears go pink’.

Draco looks scandalised and touches both of his ears self-consciously.

‘Liar’.

‘No’, says Harry ‘and besides, what I did today was not brave, what I did today was nothing compared to what you have to do next Monday’.

Draco frowns, ‘What happens next Monday?’

‘Hermione and Ron come back of their honeymoon’ he shudders.

And Draco groans.

‘Oh I don’t envy you having to tell them that you’re letting Draco Malfoy stick his cock up your arse’.

Harry looks at Draco scornfully. ‘What are you talking about? I’m not telling them, you are’, he says pulling a pillow from beneath Draco and smacking him around the head with it.

Draco yelps and grabs Harry, wrestling the wriggling man to the plush cream hearthrug. They flip each other, both trying to gain the dominant position. Harry puts up a spectacular fight but it is Draco who eventually wins. Harry ends up in a rather interesting position across Draco’s knee.

Harry’s head is pressed into the cream rug and his arse is raised over Draco’s lap.

Draco cannot resist.

He uses his left hand to stop Harry’s struggles, which are having an interesting affect on his cock, then with his right hand he strokes the left buttock softly, then the right.

Harry yelps and struggles harder as Draco’s strokes turn into pinches and pinches into slaps. The sound of his hand connecting with flesh and the rosy marks he leaves behind on the creamy skin makes Draco painfully hard.

Harry looks over his shoulder and glares at Draco angrily still struggling, but his eyes gleam and his face is pink with arousal. He watches Draco intent on his pursuits, panting and moaning and Harry as to look away because he doesn’t want to come yet, doesn’t want it to be over so soon.

Draco can feel Harry’s cock pressing into his thighs. He repeats the process from strokes to slaps and Harry’s wriggles become more pronounced until eventually he is rutting Draco’s thighs obscenely and growling out ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,‘ over and over.

Draco moans, ruts and slaps, moans, ruts and slaps, each consecutive blow harder than the one before until on pleasured shouts they come all over each other like hormonal teenagers.

When Draco is once again aware of his surroundings he feels sticky and Harry is panting and staring at him wild-eyed.

‘What was that?’ He asks shyly.

Draco frowns and then grins ‘impromptu discipline, it’s the best kind’, he says as though he’s an authority on the subject (which he isn’t) and does it all the time (which he doesn’t), in fact he’s never spanked anyone before in his life, but fuck he intends to make up for lost time.

Harry giggles and lets Draco drag him to the bathroom.

They shower and Draco asks, ‘Did Severus really save your life?’

‘On more than one occasion’ Harry answers gently washing Draco’s hair.

Harry wonders at the easy nature of their physical intimacy. It’s at odds with the other aspects of their relationship; there is still so much they do not know about each other. They talk more than they use to but there are still so many subjects to avoid, so many things to leave unsaid.

Harry intends to remedy this.

‘Did Severus’s never tell you?’

‘Sev is a very private man’ Draco says, eyes slits of pleasure from Harry’s ministrations.

‘Like you?’ asks Harry.

Draco shrugs.

Harry has not asked about the dark haired man in Diagon Alley since they resumed their rather tentative relationship, but he doesn’t know how long he can wait before curiosity outweighs the dread of knowing something which he might come to regret.

He blocks out this thought and asks, ‘You would rather have gone to Azkaban than have people know that you\'re really just a fluffy old philanthropist with a soft spot for war orphans, wouldn’t you?’

Draco snorts, ‘they didn’t have any real proof. They’d have drop the charges eventually’.

00OOooOO00

It is much later still, and Harry is in that place half way between sleep and wake, when he suddenly realises that he has forgotten to bugger Draco senseless and tells him so.

Draco licks and nuzzles Harry’s neck and says, ‘Tomorrow love, there’s always time to tomorrow.’

Fin~