Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Old Friends
Chapter Number/Total: 20/49
Chapter Title: Old Friends
Words: 4008 Words
Draco could feel Harry's body pressed against him. That was the way things should be. But the fact that they were both still dressed was not. It took him a minute to realise that they were on the sofa where he had apparently fallen asleep. He found he was a bit dizzy when he opened his eyes and he had to take several deep breaths. He brought his hand up, stroking Harry's dark hair from his face, admiring him.
Harry stirred a little and pressed his face into the warmth of Draco's hand, still breathing slowly and evenly.
Draco looked around the room, making sure they were alone. It must have been nearly morning, as it was mostly dark, but there was some hint of light through the curtains. He pressed his hand to Harry's cheek. Harry had apparently chosen to sleep on the sofa with him rather than wake him by Apparating them. It was sweet. Draco shifted so he could lean forward a bit and kiss the other man's closed eyelids.
Harry took in a deep breath and then held it before letting it out slowly, finally beginning to wake. "Draco?" he asked groggily, eyes still closed.
The blond continued kissing Harry's face -- his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and finally, his lips.
Harry smiled and stretched his legs out before giving in and kissing Draco back, opening his mouth for him without hesitation.
Draco kissed him slowly and gently, his tongue teasing Harry's. He loved the feel of him pressing him down into the cushions and the feel of Harry's breath against his own face.
"Mmm," Harry hummed happily, sliding a hand down Draco's side and pulling him closer. "Wonderful way to wake up," he mumbled before returning to the teasing kiss.
"Mm, naked would be better," Draco murmured against him.
Harry grinned. "Can't argue with that," he said quietly, skin growing warmer than it already was.
Draco had fallen against Harry and found himself half sitting, half lying on him. He pushed himself back up again, groaning a bit as he did.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed again, only this time it sounded more like a moan. "Here, let me get my wand," he said quickly, trying to reach around Draco to get to his pocket.
Draco stretched his arms and legs, feeling his joints complain. "Been a while since we did it in a sitting room." He smirked.
Harry laughed. "Yes, it has," he said, finally reaching his wand and pulling it out. And then with a smirk he said, "I hope Ron and Hermione don't come down here yet."
Draco smirked once more and ran his hand down his still clothed body, resting it against his growing erection. He began to rub himself through the cloth.
Harry's eyes followed Draco's hand's movement down his body and he bit his lip. "You're so fucking hot," he said, trying to remember what he had been about to do with the wand in his hand.
"And still clothed." Draco laughed, still stroking himself and watching Harry through half-closed eyes.
"Right," Harry said with a breathless laugh. He raised his wand and removed Draco's clothes, humming with pleasure at the sight of him. "Even hotter," he said, voice gone deeper now.
Draco's cock sprang into his hand as the clothes disappeared and he groaned loudly, his head thrown back. "Fuck," he said, grasping his shaft as he did.
Harry moaned, running his left hand over the skin of Draco's thigh. He raised his wand again and he was then as naked as Draco, and he moaned again at the very sudden feeling of so much skin pressed to his own.
Draco sat with his hand on his cock and his legs spread, grinning as Harry stripped himself, too. He was getting very good at non-verbal spells. "I think you should sit in my lap."
Harry grinned, his cock twitching at the words. "I think I can do that," he said huskily, moving to sit up as well.
"Good," Draco said smugly, arching a bit into his own palm as he slowly stroked his cock and watched Harry.
"Fuck," Harry cursed as he watched Draco stroke himself. If he didn't stop watching him, they were never going to get anything accomplished. He tried to remember the spell for lubrication and, after a few seconds of more staring, finally did. He slapped Draco's hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own now-lubed hand and slicking it, licking his lips as he did and staring at Draco's face.
Draco's smile was smug at the hungry look in his lover's eyes. He gasped and moaned as Harry took matters into his own hands. "Yes," he hissed.
Harry leaned forward, pressing his chest to Draco's as he got up on his knees to prepare himself with his slick fingers. He bent his neck and kissed Draco messily, tongue sliding along Draco's lips and then inside them as he stretched his own hole.
Draco trembled, knowing what Harry was doing to himself as he kissed him. He returned the kiss and laid his hand on Harry's arse, helping spread him open.
Harry gasped into Draco's mouth as he felt his hand on him. He added another finger and thrust his tongue harder into Draco's mouth, trying to tell him through that what he wanted Draco to do to him. "Shit," he whimpered breathlessly before kissing Draco again.
Draco slid his hand down again to his own cock. "Mmm," he moaned into Harry's mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against the other man's perineum, just below his entrance.
"Merlin," Harry let out shakily, removing his fingers and gasping again at the feeling of Draco's cock on him. He moved so that he was sort of crouching over him, feet pressed flat to the couch as he rose up a bit. "Hold your cock so I can sit on it, yeah?" he said in a very low voice, making it a question so that it wasn't a command. He smirked down at Draco.
Draco smiled up at him, nodding as he slid the head over until he felt Harry's opening against it. "Fuck, yes," he said, licking his lips.
Harry took in a shaky breath and grasped the back of the couch to help support his weight as he lowered himself onto Draco's cock, moaning loudly and face flushed.
Draco fought the urge to close his eyes, keeping them focused on Harry's face. Damn, but he was so beautiful. That flushed look always undid him. It had been part of what kept their rivalry going. He felt the wet heat of Harry's body and the striking power of his magic as he slid over Draco's cock.
It didn't take Harry too terribly long before he was used to the feeling of being filled and ready to be fucked. He raised himself back up and slid himself back down on Draco. It was odd to support himself so much like this, and they'd never done it this way before, but it was brilliant and perfect and felt so bloody fucking good.
Draco had returned his hand to Harry's hip and his construct hand was gripping the cushion beside him. He loved that he could look right into Harry's eyes this way. He looked into them, lost in them as much as he felt himself deep inside Harry's body.
"You're so fucking good, Draco," Harry gasped, quickly getting used to the position and moving so that he was bouncing in Draco's lap now. "So fucking good."
"Yes, ahhhh, very good," Draco gasped as Harry fucked him. It was amazing and he was shuddering every time his lover moved.
Harry moaned and threw his head back, trying to move as fast as he could. "Fuck, yes!" he gasped, moving a hand between them to fist his own cock. "Fucking - oh my - fuck!"
"Gods, yes," Draco cried out, now thrusting up into Harry as he moved. "You are so beautiful ... riding me ... so hot," he gasped.
Harry gripped the back of the sofa with his left hand so hard, his knuckles were white. He was once again overwhelmed with everything around him. The sound of their slapping skin was making him feel close to coming. "Ahhh, Draco! Fuck me, yes, please! Fuck, Draco, fuck!"
"Yes, fuck me, beautiful," Draco was yelling with him now, his entire body trembling on the verge of release. Gods, the look on Harry's face would probably be enough to make him come. "Fuck, yes!" he growled as he began to climax.
"Oh, fucking hell, yes. That's it. Come in me," Harry moaned as he worked himself on Draco's cock even harder and sped his hand up. Fuck, he was going to come, too.
Draco came hard, filling his lover, the slickness making him want to cry it felt so good.
"Fuck, yes!" Harry yelled, watching Draco's face as he came, and then he was coming, spilling his seed between their bodies and sitting fully on Draco's still semi-hard cock. "Fuck, Draco, you make me come so fucking hard," he moaned, panting and eyes finally falling shut.
Draco slid his hand up Harry's back, pulling him close, still panting. He pressed his face alongside Harry's so that it was partially buried in the dark hair. "I love you so much," he gasped.
Harry smiled. "Sure that's not just my arse you're talking about?" he joked breathlessly.
Draco chuckled, licking at his ear. "Your arse, your cock, your mouth, your hair, your hands, your chest," he whispered, "every fucking part of you. But the whole is so much more."
Harry smiled again and had to kiss Draco for that. "What did I do to deserve you?" he asked. "I feel like the luckiest fucking bloke in the world. It's corny as hell, but very, very true."
"Nothing." Draco grinned. "You don't deserve me."
Harry laughed. "You know, you being a smart arse only adds to your charm. I suppose you've truly got me in your clutches when I think that's cute. Oh, but wait - you're not cute are you?" He grinned and laughed again.
"No, I'm not cute," Draco said, arching one eyebrow. It was hard to look aloof when your cock was still buried in the man in your lap. "I am devastatingly cruel and gorgeous. A Slytherin prat. Remember?"
Harry chuckled and kissed Draco again. "Ah, that's right," he whispered.
Draco kissed him again, gently, and then pulled back to look into his eyes. "You don't deserve me. You deserve better," he whispered. "I'm just too selfish to have it any other way."
Harry gave him a small smile and a tiny eye roll. "Thank Merlin for being selfish," he whispered.
***
It was the first week of October and Ginny had sent a letter the previous week demanding that Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione go up to Hogsmeade for a visit with her and a few friends. A Hogsmeade weekend was coming up for Hogwarts students. It was a good idea and would probably be fun. They were only stuck in the Manor until they decided to go to Godric's Hollow and so they had agreed to go.
Harry was dressed warmly as the weather grew colder and he had just Apparated. He found himself standing in the main street of the town and, looking far down to his left at the Hog's Head, was glad that they weren't coming here for the usual reason.
There were three cracks in the air and Draco, Hermione and Ron were next to him in seconds.
Draco shivered and cast a Warming Charm on himself and then another on Harry. It was colder here than back in southern England.
"Thanks," Harry said, holding out his hand for Draco to take.
"Shall we go then?" asked Hermione, already starting off for The Three Broomsticks.
Harry nodded and followed behind her, noticing that the streets were still fairly empty and devoid of students. Perhaps they were a bit early.
Times like these Draco resented the missing hand almost as much as in bed with Harry. He couldn't use his wand with the construct and he liked the feel of Harry's hand pressed to his. It made him nervous that he would have to choose between having his wand ready or holding his lover's hand.
Harry pulled Draco along until they were inside the pub. It was much warmer in here than outside. He walked over to the bar and Madam Rosmerta turned, smiling at him.
"Well if it isn't Harry Potter," she said warmly. "What brings you up here?"
"Just here for a visit," said Harry, smiling at her.
"What can I get you?"
"Four butterbeers?" he asked, looking around behind him to ask what his friends and Draco wanted.
Ron and Hermione nodded.
Draco shrugged but nodded as well.
"All right then," said Madam Rosmerta, and she walked off in her heels to get their drinks.
Ron and Hermione walked off to get a table big enough for them and the rest of their friends coming later.
Madam Rosmerta returned in a few moments with the four pints of butterbeer. Harry grabbed two and gestured with his head for Draco to follow him over to their table.
Draco snorted, but picked up the other two butterbeers. He was watching the room carefully. He was surprised that there weren't more students in the room. Those that were there were definitely watching him.
Harry handed Ron and Hermione's drinks to them and took his own from Draco once they were seated.
"Weird to be back here, isn't it?" asked Ron. "I feel like I should be going back up to school after this."
Harry sighed. "I don't," he said, feeling oddly detached from Hogwarts.
Draco glanced around the room. His face showed only the usual distant expression, but most of his attention was focused on the room, not the people he was with.
Ron shrugged. "Still weird," he said.
"Yeah," said Harry. He heard the tinkling of a bell ringing as the door of the pub opened.
"Oh, there they are," said Hermione, waving her hand to get Ginny, Neville and Luna's attention.
Ginny smiled and made her way over to the table, sitting down on Harry's right, Neville and Luna followed behind and took seats as well.
"Hey," said Ginny happily. "I know I've told you when I wrote, but congratulations on the wedding."
"Thanks," said Harry, smiling.
"Thank you," Draco said. He looked at the other two and then a flush crept up his face. He hadn't seen them since that night of Fleur and Bill's wedding. He dropped his gaze to stare at his untouched drink.
"Yeah, congratulations," said Neville, obviously thinking along the same lines as Draco.
"Getting married in October breeds Diggles," said Luna in her far away voice right out of the blue.
Harry looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
Hermione sighed and shook her head the tiniest bit.
"Anyway," said Ginny. "What have you lot been up to besides lazing about, not being in school, and getting married?"
"Try saving the world," said Ron.
Ginny snorted.
Draco smiled, shaking his head. "Weddings are more work than school," he answered with a smirk.
"Well, I suppose I can't argue too much there," said Ginny. "I saw what Fleur went through - well," she laughed, "I saw what Bill went through."
Harry laughed, too. "It hasn't been too bad," he said. "Fleur's really helped a lot. How's school been then? Different?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Ginny said darkly.
"How? I mean, with Crabbe, Goyle and a certain blond prat no longer there, it's gotta be easier," Draco teased.
Harry snorted.
Ginny smiled. "Yeah, well, you took some of my best friends with you - and my brother."
Ron rolled his eyes.
Ginny laughed again, but then turned serious. "But really," she said. "It's not the same anymore. Everyone's scared out of their minds that something is going to happen. A quarter of the whole school didn't even show up this year."
"And you should've seen McGonagall making the start of term speech," said Neville. "She nearly cried."
"It was very sad," added Luna dreamily.
Draco nodded, still distracted as he searched the room again with his eyes.
Harry sighed. "Sounds depressing," he said.
"It was at first," said Neville. "It's just empty now."
"Doesn't sound much better," said Hermione.
"It's not, but what can you do?" said Ginny.
Across the room, loud laughter erupted and Draco's head snapped in that direction when he recognised it. Pansy, Theo and Blaise were at another table. They were looking in his direction and laughing.
Harry looked up at Draco's sudden movement and then stared off, following his line of vision. He scowled and rolled his eyes at the three Draco was staring at.
While he watched, Pansy wrapped her arms around Theo's neck and nearly climbed in his lap, snogging the other man. Blaise was laughing.
Ginny looked up too and laughed. "Isn't that a sight?" she said, rolling her eyes. "The blond prat and his former goons may be gone, but they're still here."
Harry looked away from the Slytherins, wondering why they were doing that anyway. As if he cared who Pansy Parkinson kissed.
"Hey, still here," Draco reminded Ginny. He turned away from the Slytherins and back to the table, reaching for Harry's hand.
Harry took Draco's hand and gave him a small smile.
"So, will you three be able to make it to the wedding?" Hermione asked after a few seconds.
"Yeah," said Ginny. "McGonagall's already said we could. We won't be able to miss too much school, but we'll be there."
Harry nodded. "Good," he said, taking a drink of butterbeer.
Draco sipped his drink, then looked at Harry. He forgot all about watching the room, or weddings, or Slytherins. He just sat looking at Harry smiling and talking with his friends. He remembered a hundred moments like this over the years. Only then he had been the one watching from across the room and it had filled him with jealousy. Now he was beside him.
The conversation lasted quite a while, talking and laughing just like normal - with Draco added in, and that, in Harry's opinion, made everything even better. He felt warm from the butterbeer and Draco's hand was still warm in his and he found that he wanted to kiss him.
He was just about to do that when the bells on the door jangled and a cold breeze whipped past. Harry looked up to see Professor McGonagall, wrapped in a cloak and looking white-faced and grim.
Draco had relaxed. He knew that was a mistake and the look on the Professor's face reminded him of that. He looked around again and found that most people had left, including the Slytherins. He wanted his wand but he held Harry's hand, concerned about why McGonagall would be here.
McGonagall looked around the pub and her eyes landed on the table of Gryffindors, Luna, and Draco. She hesitated, but then seemed to right herself and walked briskly over to them. When she was closer, Harry could see that her lips were pulled into a white line, but her eyes looked ... sad.
She glanced at Harry and the others, but they weren't who she turned to. "Ms. Lovegood," she said, and Harry thought her voice might have wavered. He frowned.
"Yes?" asked Luna, sounding confused.
Harry's hand tightened unconsciously on Draco's.
Draco knew that look. He pulled Harry's hand into his lap. He wished he knew what to do but he just waited for the bad news.
"There is something you should know," McGonnagall said quietly. "If you'll just come with me."
Luna's large eyes widened and she looked frightened. McGonagall helped her to her feet and led her off to a far corner of the pub, still in sight of the table.
Harry went cold suddenly. He knew that this wasn't good.
Draco pulled Harry close, putting his arm around him and waiting with him.
Harry kept eyes locked on McGonagall and Luna and watched as Luna's face grew steadily more and more horrified until she finally burst into tears.
Hermione gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth.
The entire table was silent and staring as McGonagall took Luna into her arms and patted her hair.
"Oh no," said Ginny quietly, voice wavering like McGonagall's had.
"Her father," Draco guessed. "That paper of his, the one that ran your article."
Harry closed his eyes and clenched his fist.
McGonagall led a crying Luna out of the pub, her face hard and staring straight ahead.
Harry felt guilt and anger sweep through him and shut his eyes even tighter.
Draco allowed himself to use both arms to hold Harry, kissing his forehead and stroking his hair with his hand. "Let me take you home, love," he whispered.
Harry wanted to let Draco hold him, but he pulled away from him and got to his feet, walking straight out into the cold outside.
He knew things would get worse. He knew that this would happen sooner or later. But if it was Luna's father, then it was his fault he'd been killed. He'd given that stupid interview. Luna would be an orphan. She'd watched her mother die and now her father was probably dead because of him. Luna was the last person in the world to deserve something like this. Harry resisted the urge to roar in fury and stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep from hitting something.
Draco was surprised when Harry got up and followed him quickly. "Harry," he called out, worried.
Harry stopped and looked behind him, trying to get his emotions under control.
Draco had his wand out and was looking around the now dark street. "Harry," he asked, "what are you doing?"
"Just -" Harry paused. What was he doing? "I don't know," he said quietly.
Draco stood beside him but still looked about. "It's not safe, Harry," he said. "We should get the others and go home."
Harry was silent for a moment. "Yeah," he finally said quietly, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
Draco put his construct hand in the small of Harry's back and gently pushed him back toward the door. "Harry, I can feel ... something," he said quietly.
Harry stopped in his tracks for a moment but then hurriedly began moving again, more scared now than angry. "What is it?" he asked.
"I don't know," Draco said, "but I have been feeling it all evening."
Harry frowned worriedly and hurried back inside the pub and back over to the table where Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville still sat.
Ginny was looking white-faced and Hermione close to tears while Ron and Neville were silent and frowning.
"You guys should get back up to school," Harry said seriously to Ginny and Neville. "Now. It's not safe and Draco thinks he can feel something."
Ron and Hermione's heads shot up and to Draco quickly.
"Before you go," Draco said to Ginny and Neville, "I want you to know that if you need to come to us at any time, for any reason, the Manor wards will accept you. As will I." He looked to Harry for reassurance that he had said the right thing.
Harry nodded and looked at Draco thankfully.
Ginny and Neville nodded, but were looking confused.
"Tell Luna - I - tell her I'm sorry," Harry said. "If her father has died. Now get back up to school. Please."
Ginny stared at Draco for a moment as if trying to figure out just what he could feel, but then got to her feet and pulled Neville to his.
"Straight up to school, Ginny," said Ron, looking very worried and getting to his feet.
"Come on, let's go," Harry said quickly, looking around himself now like Draco had been doing all evening.
Chapter Title: Old Friends
Words: 4008 Words
Draco could feel Harry's body pressed against him. That was the way things should be. But the fact that they were both still dressed was not. It took him a minute to realise that they were on the sofa where he had apparently fallen asleep. He found he was a bit dizzy when he opened his eyes and he had to take several deep breaths. He brought his hand up, stroking Harry's dark hair from his face, admiring him.
Harry stirred a little and pressed his face into the warmth of Draco's hand, still breathing slowly and evenly.
Draco looked around the room, making sure they were alone. It must have been nearly morning, as it was mostly dark, but there was some hint of light through the curtains. He pressed his hand to Harry's cheek. Harry had apparently chosen to sleep on the sofa with him rather than wake him by Apparating them. It was sweet. Draco shifted so he could lean forward a bit and kiss the other man's closed eyelids.
Harry took in a deep breath and then held it before letting it out slowly, finally beginning to wake. "Draco?" he asked groggily, eyes still closed.
The blond continued kissing Harry's face -- his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and finally, his lips.
Harry smiled and stretched his legs out before giving in and kissing Draco back, opening his mouth for him without hesitation.
Draco kissed him slowly and gently, his tongue teasing Harry's. He loved the feel of him pressing him down into the cushions and the feel of Harry's breath against his own face.
"Mmm," Harry hummed happily, sliding a hand down Draco's side and pulling him closer. "Wonderful way to wake up," he mumbled before returning to the teasing kiss.
"Mm, naked would be better," Draco murmured against him.
Harry grinned. "Can't argue with that," he said quietly, skin growing warmer than it already was.
Draco had fallen against Harry and found himself half sitting, half lying on him. He pushed himself back up again, groaning a bit as he did.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed again, only this time it sounded more like a moan. "Here, let me get my wand," he said quickly, trying to reach around Draco to get to his pocket.
Draco stretched his arms and legs, feeling his joints complain. "Been a while since we did it in a sitting room." He smirked.
Harry laughed. "Yes, it has," he said, finally reaching his wand and pulling it out. And then with a smirk he said, "I hope Ron and Hermione don't come down here yet."
Draco smirked once more and ran his hand down his still clothed body, resting it against his growing erection. He began to rub himself through the cloth.
Harry's eyes followed Draco's hand's movement down his body and he bit his lip. "You're so fucking hot," he said, trying to remember what he had been about to do with the wand in his hand.
"And still clothed." Draco laughed, still stroking himself and watching Harry through half-closed eyes.
"Right," Harry said with a breathless laugh. He raised his wand and removed Draco's clothes, humming with pleasure at the sight of him. "Even hotter," he said, voice gone deeper now.
Draco's cock sprang into his hand as the clothes disappeared and he groaned loudly, his head thrown back. "Fuck," he said, grasping his shaft as he did.
Harry moaned, running his left hand over the skin of Draco's thigh. He raised his wand again and he was then as naked as Draco, and he moaned again at the very sudden feeling of so much skin pressed to his own.
Draco sat with his hand on his cock and his legs spread, grinning as Harry stripped himself, too. He was getting very good at non-verbal spells. "I think you should sit in my lap."
Harry grinned, his cock twitching at the words. "I think I can do that," he said huskily, moving to sit up as well.
"Good," Draco said smugly, arching a bit into his own palm as he slowly stroked his cock and watched Harry.
"Fuck," Harry cursed as he watched Draco stroke himself. If he didn't stop watching him, they were never going to get anything accomplished. He tried to remember the spell for lubrication and, after a few seconds of more staring, finally did. He slapped Draco's hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own now-lubed hand and slicking it, licking his lips as he did and staring at Draco's face.
Draco's smile was smug at the hungry look in his lover's eyes. He gasped and moaned as Harry took matters into his own hands. "Yes," he hissed.
Harry leaned forward, pressing his chest to Draco's as he got up on his knees to prepare himself with his slick fingers. He bent his neck and kissed Draco messily, tongue sliding along Draco's lips and then inside them as he stretched his own hole.
Draco trembled, knowing what Harry was doing to himself as he kissed him. He returned the kiss and laid his hand on Harry's arse, helping spread him open.
Harry gasped into Draco's mouth as he felt his hand on him. He added another finger and thrust his tongue harder into Draco's mouth, trying to tell him through that what he wanted Draco to do to him. "Shit," he whimpered breathlessly before kissing Draco again.
Draco slid his hand down again to his own cock. "Mmm," he moaned into Harry's mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against the other man's perineum, just below his entrance.
"Merlin," Harry let out shakily, removing his fingers and gasping again at the feeling of Draco's cock on him. He moved so that he was sort of crouching over him, feet pressed flat to the couch as he rose up a bit. "Hold your cock so I can sit on it, yeah?" he said in a very low voice, making it a question so that it wasn't a command. He smirked down at Draco.
Draco smiled up at him, nodding as he slid the head over until he felt Harry's opening against it. "Fuck, yes," he said, licking his lips.
Harry took in a shaky breath and grasped the back of the couch to help support his weight as he lowered himself onto Draco's cock, moaning loudly and face flushed.
Draco fought the urge to close his eyes, keeping them focused on Harry's face. Damn, but he was so beautiful. That flushed look always undid him. It had been part of what kept their rivalry going. He felt the wet heat of Harry's body and the striking power of his magic as he slid over Draco's cock.
It didn't take Harry too terribly long before he was used to the feeling of being filled and ready to be fucked. He raised himself back up and slid himself back down on Draco. It was odd to support himself so much like this, and they'd never done it this way before, but it was brilliant and perfect and felt so bloody fucking good.
Draco had returned his hand to Harry's hip and his construct hand was gripping the cushion beside him. He loved that he could look right into Harry's eyes this way. He looked into them, lost in them as much as he felt himself deep inside Harry's body.
"You're so fucking good, Draco," Harry gasped, quickly getting used to the position and moving so that he was bouncing in Draco's lap now. "So fucking good."
"Yes, ahhhh, very good," Draco gasped as Harry fucked him. It was amazing and he was shuddering every time his lover moved.
Harry moaned and threw his head back, trying to move as fast as he could. "Fuck, yes!" he gasped, moving a hand between them to fist his own cock. "Fucking - oh my - fuck!"
"Gods, yes," Draco cried out, now thrusting up into Harry as he moved. "You are so beautiful ... riding me ... so hot," he gasped.
Harry gripped the back of the sofa with his left hand so hard, his knuckles were white. He was once again overwhelmed with everything around him. The sound of their slapping skin was making him feel close to coming. "Ahhh, Draco! Fuck me, yes, please! Fuck, Draco, fuck!"
"Yes, fuck me, beautiful," Draco was yelling with him now, his entire body trembling on the verge of release. Gods, the look on Harry's face would probably be enough to make him come. "Fuck, yes!" he growled as he began to climax.
"Oh, fucking hell, yes. That's it. Come in me," Harry moaned as he worked himself on Draco's cock even harder and sped his hand up. Fuck, he was going to come, too.
Draco came hard, filling his lover, the slickness making him want to cry it felt so good.
"Fuck, yes!" Harry yelled, watching Draco's face as he came, and then he was coming, spilling his seed between their bodies and sitting fully on Draco's still semi-hard cock. "Fuck, Draco, you make me come so fucking hard," he moaned, panting and eyes finally falling shut.
Draco slid his hand up Harry's back, pulling him close, still panting. He pressed his face alongside Harry's so that it was partially buried in the dark hair. "I love you so much," he gasped.
Harry smiled. "Sure that's not just my arse you're talking about?" he joked breathlessly.
Draco chuckled, licking at his ear. "Your arse, your cock, your mouth, your hair, your hands, your chest," he whispered, "every fucking part of you. But the whole is so much more."
Harry smiled again and had to kiss Draco for that. "What did I do to deserve you?" he asked. "I feel like the luckiest fucking bloke in the world. It's corny as hell, but very, very true."
"Nothing." Draco grinned. "You don't deserve me."
Harry laughed. "You know, you being a smart arse only adds to your charm. I suppose you've truly got me in your clutches when I think that's cute. Oh, but wait - you're not cute are you?" He grinned and laughed again.
"No, I'm not cute," Draco said, arching one eyebrow. It was hard to look aloof when your cock was still buried in the man in your lap. "I am devastatingly cruel and gorgeous. A Slytherin prat. Remember?"
Harry chuckled and kissed Draco again. "Ah, that's right," he whispered.
Draco kissed him again, gently, and then pulled back to look into his eyes. "You don't deserve me. You deserve better," he whispered. "I'm just too selfish to have it any other way."
Harry gave him a small smile and a tiny eye roll. "Thank Merlin for being selfish," he whispered.
***
It was the first week of October and Ginny had sent a letter the previous week demanding that Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione go up to Hogsmeade for a visit with her and a few friends. A Hogsmeade weekend was coming up for Hogwarts students. It was a good idea and would probably be fun. They were only stuck in the Manor until they decided to go to Godric's Hollow and so they had agreed to go.
Harry was dressed warmly as the weather grew colder and he had just Apparated. He found himself standing in the main street of the town and, looking far down to his left at the Hog's Head, was glad that they weren't coming here for the usual reason.
There were three cracks in the air and Draco, Hermione and Ron were next to him in seconds.
Draco shivered and cast a Warming Charm on himself and then another on Harry. It was colder here than back in southern England.
"Thanks," Harry said, holding out his hand for Draco to take.
"Shall we go then?" asked Hermione, already starting off for The Three Broomsticks.
Harry nodded and followed behind her, noticing that the streets were still fairly empty and devoid of students. Perhaps they were a bit early.
Times like these Draco resented the missing hand almost as much as in bed with Harry. He couldn't use his wand with the construct and he liked the feel of Harry's hand pressed to his. It made him nervous that he would have to choose between having his wand ready or holding his lover's hand.
Harry pulled Draco along until they were inside the pub. It was much warmer in here than outside. He walked over to the bar and Madam Rosmerta turned, smiling at him.
"Well if it isn't Harry Potter," she said warmly. "What brings you up here?"
"Just here for a visit," said Harry, smiling at her.
"What can I get you?"
"Four butterbeers?" he asked, looking around behind him to ask what his friends and Draco wanted.
Ron and Hermione nodded.
Draco shrugged but nodded as well.
"All right then," said Madam Rosmerta, and she walked off in her heels to get their drinks.
Ron and Hermione walked off to get a table big enough for them and the rest of their friends coming later.
Madam Rosmerta returned in a few moments with the four pints of butterbeer. Harry grabbed two and gestured with his head for Draco to follow him over to their table.
Draco snorted, but picked up the other two butterbeers. He was watching the room carefully. He was surprised that there weren't more students in the room. Those that were there were definitely watching him.
Harry handed Ron and Hermione's drinks to them and took his own from Draco once they were seated.
"Weird to be back here, isn't it?" asked Ron. "I feel like I should be going back up to school after this."
Harry sighed. "I don't," he said, feeling oddly detached from Hogwarts.
Draco glanced around the room. His face showed only the usual distant expression, but most of his attention was focused on the room, not the people he was with.
Ron shrugged. "Still weird," he said.
"Yeah," said Harry. He heard the tinkling of a bell ringing as the door of the pub opened.
"Oh, there they are," said Hermione, waving her hand to get Ginny, Neville and Luna's attention.
Ginny smiled and made her way over to the table, sitting down on Harry's right, Neville and Luna followed behind and took seats as well.
"Hey," said Ginny happily. "I know I've told you when I wrote, but congratulations on the wedding."
"Thanks," said Harry, smiling.
"Thank you," Draco said. He looked at the other two and then a flush crept up his face. He hadn't seen them since that night of Fleur and Bill's wedding. He dropped his gaze to stare at his untouched drink.
"Yeah, congratulations," said Neville, obviously thinking along the same lines as Draco.
"Getting married in October breeds Diggles," said Luna in her far away voice right out of the blue.
Harry looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
Hermione sighed and shook her head the tiniest bit.
"Anyway," said Ginny. "What have you lot been up to besides lazing about, not being in school, and getting married?"
"Try saving the world," said Ron.
Ginny snorted.
Draco smiled, shaking his head. "Weddings are more work than school," he answered with a smirk.
"Well, I suppose I can't argue too much there," said Ginny. "I saw what Fleur went through - well," she laughed, "I saw what Bill went through."
Harry laughed, too. "It hasn't been too bad," he said. "Fleur's really helped a lot. How's school been then? Different?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Ginny said darkly.
"How? I mean, with Crabbe, Goyle and a certain blond prat no longer there, it's gotta be easier," Draco teased.
Harry snorted.
Ginny smiled. "Yeah, well, you took some of my best friends with you - and my brother."
Ron rolled his eyes.
Ginny laughed again, but then turned serious. "But really," she said. "It's not the same anymore. Everyone's scared out of their minds that something is going to happen. A quarter of the whole school didn't even show up this year."
"And you should've seen McGonagall making the start of term speech," said Neville. "She nearly cried."
"It was very sad," added Luna dreamily.
Draco nodded, still distracted as he searched the room again with his eyes.
Harry sighed. "Sounds depressing," he said.
"It was at first," said Neville. "It's just empty now."
"Doesn't sound much better," said Hermione.
"It's not, but what can you do?" said Ginny.
Across the room, loud laughter erupted and Draco's head snapped in that direction when he recognised it. Pansy, Theo and Blaise were at another table. They were looking in his direction and laughing.
Harry looked up at Draco's sudden movement and then stared off, following his line of vision. He scowled and rolled his eyes at the three Draco was staring at.
While he watched, Pansy wrapped her arms around Theo's neck and nearly climbed in his lap, snogging the other man. Blaise was laughing.
Ginny looked up too and laughed. "Isn't that a sight?" she said, rolling her eyes. "The blond prat and his former goons may be gone, but they're still here."
Harry looked away from the Slytherins, wondering why they were doing that anyway. As if he cared who Pansy Parkinson kissed.
"Hey, still here," Draco reminded Ginny. He turned away from the Slytherins and back to the table, reaching for Harry's hand.
Harry took Draco's hand and gave him a small smile.
"So, will you three be able to make it to the wedding?" Hermione asked after a few seconds.
"Yeah," said Ginny. "McGonagall's already said we could. We won't be able to miss too much school, but we'll be there."
Harry nodded. "Good," he said, taking a drink of butterbeer.
Draco sipped his drink, then looked at Harry. He forgot all about watching the room, or weddings, or Slytherins. He just sat looking at Harry smiling and talking with his friends. He remembered a hundred moments like this over the years. Only then he had been the one watching from across the room and it had filled him with jealousy. Now he was beside him.
The conversation lasted quite a while, talking and laughing just like normal - with Draco added in, and that, in Harry's opinion, made everything even better. He felt warm from the butterbeer and Draco's hand was still warm in his and he found that he wanted to kiss him.
He was just about to do that when the bells on the door jangled and a cold breeze whipped past. Harry looked up to see Professor McGonagall, wrapped in a cloak and looking white-faced and grim.
Draco had relaxed. He knew that was a mistake and the look on the Professor's face reminded him of that. He looked around again and found that most people had left, including the Slytherins. He wanted his wand but he held Harry's hand, concerned about why McGonagall would be here.
McGonagall looked around the pub and her eyes landed on the table of Gryffindors, Luna, and Draco. She hesitated, but then seemed to right herself and walked briskly over to them. When she was closer, Harry could see that her lips were pulled into a white line, but her eyes looked ... sad.
She glanced at Harry and the others, but they weren't who she turned to. "Ms. Lovegood," she said, and Harry thought her voice might have wavered. He frowned.
"Yes?" asked Luna, sounding confused.
Harry's hand tightened unconsciously on Draco's.
Draco knew that look. He pulled Harry's hand into his lap. He wished he knew what to do but he just waited for the bad news.
"There is something you should know," McGonnagall said quietly. "If you'll just come with me."
Luna's large eyes widened and she looked frightened. McGonagall helped her to her feet and led her off to a far corner of the pub, still in sight of the table.
Harry went cold suddenly. He knew that this wasn't good.
Draco pulled Harry close, putting his arm around him and waiting with him.
Harry kept eyes locked on McGonagall and Luna and watched as Luna's face grew steadily more and more horrified until she finally burst into tears.
Hermione gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth.
The entire table was silent and staring as McGonagall took Luna into her arms and patted her hair.
"Oh no," said Ginny quietly, voice wavering like McGonagall's had.
"Her father," Draco guessed. "That paper of his, the one that ran your article."
Harry closed his eyes and clenched his fist.
McGonagall led a crying Luna out of the pub, her face hard and staring straight ahead.
Harry felt guilt and anger sweep through him and shut his eyes even tighter.
Draco allowed himself to use both arms to hold Harry, kissing his forehead and stroking his hair with his hand. "Let me take you home, love," he whispered.
Harry wanted to let Draco hold him, but he pulled away from him and got to his feet, walking straight out into the cold outside.
He knew things would get worse. He knew that this would happen sooner or later. But if it was Luna's father, then it was his fault he'd been killed. He'd given that stupid interview. Luna would be an orphan. She'd watched her mother die and now her father was probably dead because of him. Luna was the last person in the world to deserve something like this. Harry resisted the urge to roar in fury and stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep from hitting something.
Draco was surprised when Harry got up and followed him quickly. "Harry," he called out, worried.
Harry stopped and looked behind him, trying to get his emotions under control.
Draco had his wand out and was looking around the now dark street. "Harry," he asked, "what are you doing?"
"Just -" Harry paused. What was he doing? "I don't know," he said quietly.
Draco stood beside him but still looked about. "It's not safe, Harry," he said. "We should get the others and go home."
Harry was silent for a moment. "Yeah," he finally said quietly, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
Draco put his construct hand in the small of Harry's back and gently pushed him back toward the door. "Harry, I can feel ... something," he said quietly.
Harry stopped in his tracks for a moment but then hurriedly began moving again, more scared now than angry. "What is it?" he asked.
"I don't know," Draco said, "but I have been feeling it all evening."
Harry frowned worriedly and hurried back inside the pub and back over to the table where Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville still sat.
Ginny was looking white-faced and Hermione close to tears while Ron and Neville were silent and frowning.
"You guys should get back up to school," Harry said seriously to Ginny and Neville. "Now. It's not safe and Draco thinks he can feel something."
Ron and Hermione's heads shot up and to Draco quickly.
"Before you go," Draco said to Ginny and Neville, "I want you to know that if you need to come to us at any time, for any reason, the Manor wards will accept you. As will I." He looked to Harry for reassurance that he had said the right thing.
Harry nodded and looked at Draco thankfully.
Ginny and Neville nodded, but were looking confused.
"Tell Luna - I - tell her I'm sorry," Harry said. "If her father has died. Now get back up to school. Please."
Ginny stared at Draco for a moment as if trying to figure out just what he could feel, but then got to her feet and pulled Neville to his.
"Straight up to school, Ginny," said Ron, looking very worried and getting to his feet.
"Come on, let's go," Harry said quickly, looking around himself now like Draco had been doing all evening.