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A Room of Our Own
Chapter Number/Total: 2/32
Chapter Title: A Room of Our Own
Words: 2514 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
The next day, they went to a rental agency and David was able to charm the young man behind the desk into helping them figure out how to get something called a "cell phone" and other details on how to look for "inexpensive but liveable" place in San Francisco. They were now working their way through the list of "apartments."
David scowled at the dingy paint and the dirty floor. The windows were so dirty they barely let in light. And the owner wanted $500 a month for this one room "efficiency" as they called it.
"We can clean the place up," Harlan muttered, unable to help the frown on his face. He couldn't believe the owner wanted so much money for a place like this.
David wished again that he had been able to transfer more money before their escape. And that he could use magic. "How?" he asked, actually having no idea how to do such a task without magic.
"Sweeping up the dust, mopping, washing off the windows so we can see through them...maybe some paint," Harlan replied, glancing around the place.
"Well, the location is better than the others," David admitted grudgingly.
"Much better," Harlan commented, thinking about the other neighbourhoods they’d visited. "Let's get it..."
David sighed. Well, if they found jobs, they could get something better later. "And then we find a bed that doesn't squeak," he said.
"With soft sheets. And we can paint the walls...green," Harlan said, smiling at David. "...Maybe red too."
"Green and red?" David asked. "We are not doing the Christmas colours in our home."
Harlan pouted. "Can't just have your House colours alone, though."
"David and Harlan don't have House colours," the blond answered, arching an eyebrow.
Harlan blushed and nodded. "Yeah...well, we'll figure out a colour once we go shopping."
David talked to the landlord and actually managed to get the man to take their deposit in cash, right then. They signed a contract and were given a copy and keys. David was relieved and slumped against the wall in the empty room.
Harlan sat down next to him, ignoring the amount of dust around them. "We can go shopping today. Get furniture and appliances...yeah, we'll need a lot."
"We don't have a lot, Harr ... Harlan," David sighed. "We just gave most of our money to that man." He pointed at the "kitchenette" area and said, "So what do those do?"
Harlan got up and walked over to the area, pointing at the fridge. "This keeps things cold...though I'm not sure it works." He opened it and glanced inside, making a small face again. "Uhm. Anyway, that's the stove, than these are the burners where we can cook on," he continued, pointing at the top. "And the oven." He pointed below it. "We'll need pots and pans, too..."
"I haven't the slightest idea where one finds any of those things," David said with a tired sigh, and slid down until he was sitting on the dirty carpet.
"I know... We'll just have to find a big shopping centre or something," Harlan said, walking back over and sitting down. "But at least we have our own home now."
Draco looked around the dingy room but then put his arm around the other man. "With you," he said.
"Together," Harlan said, resting his head on David's shoulder. "Now what?"
"A bed," David said decisively. "We can get food anywhere, but I want to have a mattress to shag you into."
***
They found a futon store, which sold beds that folded up into sofas, and carted one home via a taxi. Then they had to put the frame together. It took a long time, since neither of them had done anything like it. They stopped in the middle and found a pizza place down the street from their flat, carrying the pizzas back to sit on the floor and eat. "Not bad," Draco said as he ate the strange food.
"Pizza," Harlan said, looking down at the slice himself. "Never got to really eat it myself. Well, besides the crusts they'd give me." He shrugged, reaching for another.
"Well, eat as much as you like," David said, finding it strange that he loved to watch Harlan eat and would often get lost just looking at his mouth.
"I don't want to eat all of it," Harlan murmured, taking a small bite out of his next slice.
"I suppose we can put it in the white box and then heat it in the other one when we are hungry again," David said.
Harlan laughed softly, leaning over to kiss David's cheek. "The oven, you mean. People are going to think we're from another planet..."
"The cold one is called what again?" the blond asked, leaning in to lick tomato sauce off his lover's lips.
"Refrigerator," Harlan replied easily, smiling at him. "You'll get the hang of it eventually."
David got up, closed the pizza box and stuck it in their empty refrigerator. "We can finish the frame tomorrow," he said. "Right now, I want to lie in bed with you and test the neighbours’ hearing." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
"Wish we could use Silencing Charms," Harlan said, laughing softly. "I hope we don't end up waking them up or something."
David prodded the plastic the mattress was wrapped in. "Does this stuff come off?" he asked.
"Yeah, take that off and then we'll put on the sheet," Harlan said, getting up to get the bedding they had bought as well.
"How?" David said, perplexed by the plastic.
"Just...pull." Harlan tried not to laugh again as he walked over and began pulling off the plastic for him.
When the plastic tore, David had thought he had done something wrong. But he watched Harlan quickly rip into the stuff and soon was helping him.
"That's it!" Harlan pulled off the rest of the plastic and balled it up, stuffing it in the bag they got with the bedding. "Now put this on." He opened the package and pulled the sheet out, glancing at David.
At least he knew how to do that, and soon they were making their bed together. It was dark out and the only lights in the place were in the bathroom, the refrigerator and what came in from streetlights outside.
"We should've gotten candles," Harlan murmured, smoothing his hand over the sheet. It was really getting dark in the room and it was frightening to him. The darkness reminded him of the past.
David slipped out of his clothes. "You won't need light for what I want," he said, drawing back the top sheet and climbing in. He patted the spot next to him. "Strip and come here," he said.
Harlan glanced at him, only his face visible in the light from the street. It made David's blond hair seem so much brighter. He nodded and began to undress, folding his clothes and setting them down before walking around and sitting down next to him.
David was lying back with his hands behind his head. He grinned, glancing down at the way his erection tented the sheet. "See anything you like?" he asked.
Harlan glanced down as well, smiling softly. "Remember how we used to do this every morning?" he said softly, moving to pull the sheet back.
"Oh, yes." David grinned. "I would definitely like to keep that tradition," he said.
Even though it was another memory of before, Harlan pushed away the bad thoughts and moved down on the bed, his hand wrapping around David's cock. Harlan paused to glance up at the other man's face before he leant down and sucked him inside, his tongue swirling.
David shuddered, always loving the feel of his lover's mouth on him. He cupped the back of his Harlan's head. "Oh, yes, baby, that's so good," he crooned.
Harlan began to suck as he bobbed his head, his lips tightening around the flesh in his mouth. He loved doing this for Draco.
David was moaning softly now, fingers curling into his lover's hair. "Baby, slow down," he said. "I still have to fuck you."
Harlan slowed down and pulled after a moment, glancing shyly up at David. "I like making you come like this..."
"Yes, but if I don't fuck you soon, you will be in pain," David reminded him. The blond reached a hand to slide up Harlan's thigh, caressing him.
"Oh yeah," Harlan whispered, remembering that for the first time in a while. "I forgot."
"I would fuck you everyday without it," David said. "I adore you. I also don't want you to suffer." His hand now slid over Harlan's hip, gently squeezing the man's arse.
"It's nice not being in pain everyday," Harlan admitted quietly, his eyes closing slowly.
David nodded, not wanting to think about that. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me how you want it tonight. On your knees? Or do you want to ride me?" he suggested, smiling.
"Can we switch in the middle?" Harlan asked curiously, moving to get on his knees. "We don't have to stay in the same position the whole time..."
"However you like it," David smiled, his fingers caressing along the crevice of Harlan's arse now.
"However you like it, too," Harlan whispered, moving forward on his hands as well.
David sat up, moving behind his lover, both hands caressing his cheeks now. He almost reached for his wand again but then found their pack and pulled out the lube. He spread those beautiful cheeks and slid oiled fingers inside, twisting and rubbing that bundle of nerves.
Harlan's hips jerked, moaning softly as he clenched around the digits. "Love this..." he gasped, licking his dry lips.
"Yes, love fucking you," David agreed, working with his lover with his fingers until he was slick and open, before getting up on his own knees and pressing his cock into that moist opening.
Harlan rocked forward then back, pushing himself slowly down on David's cock with a small shudder. "God..." he moaned, gripping the sheets.
"Yes, baby," the blond encouraged. "I love the way your body takes me and holds me." He slid forward and then began rocking with his lover.
David's words always made Harlan moan louder as he began to move, his cock hard.
David flexed his hips, thrusting over and over again, his eyes half-closed in delight. "Change positions or keep going?" he managed to gasp.
Harlan swallowed, breathing hard. "Sit back and pull me with you," he managed to say.
David leant forward, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and chest and then shifted back, gasping as the new position drove his cock deeper than before.
Harlan trembled in David's lap for a moment before he stretched his legs out, opening them wide before bending his knees so he was stable enough to lift himself up and then down.
David was panting now, willing himself to make it last longer. It was amazing, and he loved Harlan fucking himself on his cock. The blond slid one hand down to wrap about his lover's cock, stroking him in time with the other man's movements.
Harlan groaned as he moved faster, David's hand making him lay back against him, only his hips moving to fuck himself. "So good," he whispered, wiggling his hips.
"Yes, baby, fuck yes," David whispered against Harlan's ear. "Come for me, baby."
Harlan wanted to last long, he honestly did, that's why he thought changing positions would help. But it didn't. His orgasm hit him on the next thrust down, his cock jerking in David's hand with a cry.
David cried out with him, entire body spasming as Harlan's body clenched around his cock.
Harlan whimpered as he collapsed back on David completely, still lightly clenching around him so he wouldn’t slip out just yet.
David wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him tightly and rocking slightly. "Yes, safe with you in our new home," he said, "and it’s better than all the wealth or power I ever knew."
"Forever," Harlan whispered, humming softly as his eyes closed. "Are you comfortable like this?"
"Happy; wish we could sleep this way," he said with a smile.
Harlan smiled as well. "You're warm," he whispered, slowly drifting off.
David chuckled. "Lie down, baby," he said, easing the other man's body down onto the mattress.
Harlan pouted, trying to move closer to David once he was off of him.
David curled up around Harlan, spooning his body up against his lover’s, arms holding him. "Goodnight, love," he whispered.
"Night," Harlan said softly, falling asleep almost immediately.
***
Harry didn't know what was happening, but it was dark, it always was. Suddenly he was being pulled away by someone, the grip on his leg tight as he felt his skin scrape against ground he was being dragged across. He screamed and kicked out, but then he wasn't on the ground anymore and he was chained to a stone. He knew what would happen and he waited, but even then the first blow surprised him, making him cry out and begin to struggle again. There was cruel laughter and Harry just kept crying and struggling, trying to get away from the hands that were suddenly touching him everywhere.
David woke to blows, and he almost struck back before he realised that his lover was having another nightmare. He rolled over, trying to pin the flailing man to the mattress. "Harry, stop," he said, "it's a nightmare."
Harlan was silently sobbing as he tried to get out from under David. Why couldn't he be normal? They were safe now; he should've been able to just forget about what happened before.
The blond took a deep breath and rolled to his side, pulling the other man into his arms and holding him. "It's okay, we're safe now," he whispered.
"I want to forget," Harlan whispered, shaking in his arms. "I want to be normal..."
"Give it time, love," David soothed, petting his lover's hair. He didn't know if it was true, but he hoped it was. He hoped they would find a way to live this new life and leave behind the horrors of their past.
Harlan sniffled and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths. He wasn't so sure about that, but he would do what David said. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.
"No, I’m fine," David said. While he might have a bruise in the morning, he didn't mind. "Can you get back to sleep?" he asked.
Harlan nodded slowly, wiping away the tears as he settled back against David again. He usually only had one nightmare for the night, unless things were really bad.
David lay quietly, holding his lover. He wondered what it would take to make it in this new life. What kind of employment was there for an ex-Death Eater and Potions master? He looked at his arm in the dim light of the streetlight that came through the blinds. The Dark Mark was still there, slithering against his pale skin.
Chapter Title: A Room of Our Own
Words: 2514 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
The next day, they went to a rental agency and David was able to charm the young man behind the desk into helping them figure out how to get something called a "cell phone" and other details on how to look for "inexpensive but liveable" place in San Francisco. They were now working their way through the list of "apartments."
David scowled at the dingy paint and the dirty floor. The windows were so dirty they barely let in light. And the owner wanted $500 a month for this one room "efficiency" as they called it.
"We can clean the place up," Harlan muttered, unable to help the frown on his face. He couldn't believe the owner wanted so much money for a place like this.
David wished again that he had been able to transfer more money before their escape. And that he could use magic. "How?" he asked, actually having no idea how to do such a task without magic.
"Sweeping up the dust, mopping, washing off the windows so we can see through them...maybe some paint," Harlan replied, glancing around the place.
"Well, the location is better than the others," David admitted grudgingly.
"Much better," Harlan commented, thinking about the other neighbourhoods they’d visited. "Let's get it..."
David sighed. Well, if they found jobs, they could get something better later. "And then we find a bed that doesn't squeak," he said.
"With soft sheets. And we can paint the walls...green," Harlan said, smiling at David. "...Maybe red too."
"Green and red?" David asked. "We are not doing the Christmas colours in our home."
Harlan pouted. "Can't just have your House colours alone, though."
"David and Harlan don't have House colours," the blond answered, arching an eyebrow.
Harlan blushed and nodded. "Yeah...well, we'll figure out a colour once we go shopping."
David talked to the landlord and actually managed to get the man to take their deposit in cash, right then. They signed a contract and were given a copy and keys. David was relieved and slumped against the wall in the empty room.
Harlan sat down next to him, ignoring the amount of dust around them. "We can go shopping today. Get furniture and appliances...yeah, we'll need a lot."
"We don't have a lot, Harr ... Harlan," David sighed. "We just gave most of our money to that man." He pointed at the "kitchenette" area and said, "So what do those do?"
Harlan got up and walked over to the area, pointing at the fridge. "This keeps things cold...though I'm not sure it works." He opened it and glanced inside, making a small face again. "Uhm. Anyway, that's the stove, than these are the burners where we can cook on," he continued, pointing at the top. "And the oven." He pointed below it. "We'll need pots and pans, too..."
"I haven't the slightest idea where one finds any of those things," David said with a tired sigh, and slid down until he was sitting on the dirty carpet.
"I know... We'll just have to find a big shopping centre or something," Harlan said, walking back over and sitting down. "But at least we have our own home now."
Draco looked around the dingy room but then put his arm around the other man. "With you," he said.
"Together," Harlan said, resting his head on David's shoulder. "Now what?"
"A bed," David said decisively. "We can get food anywhere, but I want to have a mattress to shag you into."
***
They found a futon store, which sold beds that folded up into sofas, and carted one home via a taxi. Then they had to put the frame together. It took a long time, since neither of them had done anything like it. They stopped in the middle and found a pizza place down the street from their flat, carrying the pizzas back to sit on the floor and eat. "Not bad," Draco said as he ate the strange food.
"Pizza," Harlan said, looking down at the slice himself. "Never got to really eat it myself. Well, besides the crusts they'd give me." He shrugged, reaching for another.
"Well, eat as much as you like," David said, finding it strange that he loved to watch Harlan eat and would often get lost just looking at his mouth.
"I don't want to eat all of it," Harlan murmured, taking a small bite out of his next slice.
"I suppose we can put it in the white box and then heat it in the other one when we are hungry again," David said.
Harlan laughed softly, leaning over to kiss David's cheek. "The oven, you mean. People are going to think we're from another planet..."
"The cold one is called what again?" the blond asked, leaning in to lick tomato sauce off his lover's lips.
"Refrigerator," Harlan replied easily, smiling at him. "You'll get the hang of it eventually."
David got up, closed the pizza box and stuck it in their empty refrigerator. "We can finish the frame tomorrow," he said. "Right now, I want to lie in bed with you and test the neighbours’ hearing." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
"Wish we could use Silencing Charms," Harlan said, laughing softly. "I hope we don't end up waking them up or something."
David prodded the plastic the mattress was wrapped in. "Does this stuff come off?" he asked.
"Yeah, take that off and then we'll put on the sheet," Harlan said, getting up to get the bedding they had bought as well.
"How?" David said, perplexed by the plastic.
"Just...pull." Harlan tried not to laugh again as he walked over and began pulling off the plastic for him.
When the plastic tore, David had thought he had done something wrong. But he watched Harlan quickly rip into the stuff and soon was helping him.
"That's it!" Harlan pulled off the rest of the plastic and balled it up, stuffing it in the bag they got with the bedding. "Now put this on." He opened the package and pulled the sheet out, glancing at David.
At least he knew how to do that, and soon they were making their bed together. It was dark out and the only lights in the place were in the bathroom, the refrigerator and what came in from streetlights outside.
"We should've gotten candles," Harlan murmured, smoothing his hand over the sheet. It was really getting dark in the room and it was frightening to him. The darkness reminded him of the past.
David slipped out of his clothes. "You won't need light for what I want," he said, drawing back the top sheet and climbing in. He patted the spot next to him. "Strip and come here," he said.
Harlan glanced at him, only his face visible in the light from the street. It made David's blond hair seem so much brighter. He nodded and began to undress, folding his clothes and setting them down before walking around and sitting down next to him.
David was lying back with his hands behind his head. He grinned, glancing down at the way his erection tented the sheet. "See anything you like?" he asked.
Harlan glanced down as well, smiling softly. "Remember how we used to do this every morning?" he said softly, moving to pull the sheet back.
"Oh, yes." David grinned. "I would definitely like to keep that tradition," he said.
Even though it was another memory of before, Harlan pushed away the bad thoughts and moved down on the bed, his hand wrapping around David's cock. Harlan paused to glance up at the other man's face before he leant down and sucked him inside, his tongue swirling.
David shuddered, always loving the feel of his lover's mouth on him. He cupped the back of his Harlan's head. "Oh, yes, baby, that's so good," he crooned.
Harlan began to suck as he bobbed his head, his lips tightening around the flesh in his mouth. He loved doing this for Draco.
David was moaning softly now, fingers curling into his lover's hair. "Baby, slow down," he said. "I still have to fuck you."
Harlan slowed down and pulled after a moment, glancing shyly up at David. "I like making you come like this..."
"Yes, but if I don't fuck you soon, you will be in pain," David reminded him. The blond reached a hand to slide up Harlan's thigh, caressing him.
"Oh yeah," Harlan whispered, remembering that for the first time in a while. "I forgot."
"I would fuck you everyday without it," David said. "I adore you. I also don't want you to suffer." His hand now slid over Harlan's hip, gently squeezing the man's arse.
"It's nice not being in pain everyday," Harlan admitted quietly, his eyes closing slowly.
David nodded, not wanting to think about that. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me how you want it tonight. On your knees? Or do you want to ride me?" he suggested, smiling.
"Can we switch in the middle?" Harlan asked curiously, moving to get on his knees. "We don't have to stay in the same position the whole time..."
"However you like it," David smiled, his fingers caressing along the crevice of Harlan's arse now.
"However you like it, too," Harlan whispered, moving forward on his hands as well.
David sat up, moving behind his lover, both hands caressing his cheeks now. He almost reached for his wand again but then found their pack and pulled out the lube. He spread those beautiful cheeks and slid oiled fingers inside, twisting and rubbing that bundle of nerves.
Harlan's hips jerked, moaning softly as he clenched around the digits. "Love this..." he gasped, licking his dry lips.
"Yes, love fucking you," David agreed, working with his lover with his fingers until he was slick and open, before getting up on his own knees and pressing his cock into that moist opening.
Harlan rocked forward then back, pushing himself slowly down on David's cock with a small shudder. "God..." he moaned, gripping the sheets.
"Yes, baby," the blond encouraged. "I love the way your body takes me and holds me." He slid forward and then began rocking with his lover.
David's words always made Harlan moan louder as he began to move, his cock hard.
David flexed his hips, thrusting over and over again, his eyes half-closed in delight. "Change positions or keep going?" he managed to gasp.
Harlan swallowed, breathing hard. "Sit back and pull me with you," he managed to say.
David leant forward, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and chest and then shifted back, gasping as the new position drove his cock deeper than before.
Harlan trembled in David's lap for a moment before he stretched his legs out, opening them wide before bending his knees so he was stable enough to lift himself up and then down.
David was panting now, willing himself to make it last longer. It was amazing, and he loved Harlan fucking himself on his cock. The blond slid one hand down to wrap about his lover's cock, stroking him in time with the other man's movements.
Harlan groaned as he moved faster, David's hand making him lay back against him, only his hips moving to fuck himself. "So good," he whispered, wiggling his hips.
"Yes, baby, fuck yes," David whispered against Harlan's ear. "Come for me, baby."
Harlan wanted to last long, he honestly did, that's why he thought changing positions would help. But it didn't. His orgasm hit him on the next thrust down, his cock jerking in David's hand with a cry.
David cried out with him, entire body spasming as Harlan's body clenched around his cock.
Harlan whimpered as he collapsed back on David completely, still lightly clenching around him so he wouldn’t slip out just yet.
David wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him tightly and rocking slightly. "Yes, safe with you in our new home," he said, "and it’s better than all the wealth or power I ever knew."
"Forever," Harlan whispered, humming softly as his eyes closed. "Are you comfortable like this?"
"Happy; wish we could sleep this way," he said with a smile.
Harlan smiled as well. "You're warm," he whispered, slowly drifting off.
David chuckled. "Lie down, baby," he said, easing the other man's body down onto the mattress.
Harlan pouted, trying to move closer to David once he was off of him.
David curled up around Harlan, spooning his body up against his lover’s, arms holding him. "Goodnight, love," he whispered.
"Night," Harlan said softly, falling asleep almost immediately.
***
Harry didn't know what was happening, but it was dark, it always was. Suddenly he was being pulled away by someone, the grip on his leg tight as he felt his skin scrape against ground he was being dragged across. He screamed and kicked out, but then he wasn't on the ground anymore and he was chained to a stone. He knew what would happen and he waited, but even then the first blow surprised him, making him cry out and begin to struggle again. There was cruel laughter and Harry just kept crying and struggling, trying to get away from the hands that were suddenly touching him everywhere.
David woke to blows, and he almost struck back before he realised that his lover was having another nightmare. He rolled over, trying to pin the flailing man to the mattress. "Harry, stop," he said, "it's a nightmare."
Harlan was silently sobbing as he tried to get out from under David. Why couldn't he be normal? They were safe now; he should've been able to just forget about what happened before.
The blond took a deep breath and rolled to his side, pulling the other man into his arms and holding him. "It's okay, we're safe now," he whispered.
"I want to forget," Harlan whispered, shaking in his arms. "I want to be normal..."
"Give it time, love," David soothed, petting his lover's hair. He didn't know if it was true, but he hoped it was. He hoped they would find a way to live this new life and leave behind the horrors of their past.
Harlan sniffled and swallowed, taking a few deep breaths. He wasn't so sure about that, but he would do what David said. "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.
"No, I’m fine," David said. While he might have a bruise in the morning, he didn't mind. "Can you get back to sleep?" he asked.
Harlan nodded slowly, wiping away the tears as he settled back against David again. He usually only had one nightmare for the night, unless things were really bad.
David lay quietly, holding his lover. He wondered what it would take to make it in this new life. What kind of employment was there for an ex-Death Eater and Potions master? He looked at his arm in the dim light of the streetlight that came through the blinds. The Dark Mark was still there, slithering against his pale skin.