A Love So Belated
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Adult ++
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44
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46,670
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358
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Chapter 20: Where I Belong
Chapter Number/Total: 20/44
Chapter Title: Where I Belong
Words: 2869 Words
After Draco had got things in order, he and Harry Apparated to the usual spot where Harry landed. They walked together down the street. "I live at number twelve, Grimmauld Place," he told Draco. "It's protected," he explained. "Fidelius Charm, even though it doesn't really need it anymore, I guess."
Draco nodded, taking in the information. He walked beside Harry and up the steps with him.
Harry opened the door for Draco, letting him inside first.
The house still had the look of someplace very old; it was out of style, but it was definitely clean. Cleaner than it had been back when Harry had lived in it the summer before fifth year. Kreacher had seen to that. The carpets had been scrubbed, the wood polished, and the decapitated house-elves on the wall even looked more cheerful.
Harry pressed a finger to his lips, closing the door softly. Mrs Black's portrait still hung on the wall and was still as mad as ever. He took Draco's hand in his own. "Want a tour?" he said quietly.
Draco arched his eyebrows but nodded, squeezing Harry's hand.
Harry walked off down the hallway, showing Draco several rooms. Though the house was occupied by a Gryffindor, it was still heavily decorated in snakes and green. He showed Draco the sitting room, the dining room, the study, the drawing room, and the kitchen before he began up the stairs.
Draco was fascinated by the Black house. He knew his family lineage and a bit about the Black history on his mother's side. He found it ironic that Harry lived in the house of his relatives.
Harry paused at one door. "And this is my room," he said, stepping inside. He found Kreacher there, putting clothes away.
"Master is good to Kreacher, but Master is messy," he was muttering to himself.
Harry smiled amusedly. "'Lo, Kreacher," he greeted the house-elf.
Kreacher started, looking around. "Kreacher is putting clothes away," he said.
"Yes, I see," nodded Harry. "Thanks. Think you could maybe go put some tea on, though? I have someone over."
Kreacher shuffled over and peered up at Draco. "Kreacher is knowing you, he is," he said.
Draco was amused by the elf's statements. "You do?" he asked.
"You is Draco Malfoy," Kreacher answered. "My Mistress would be pleased you is here."
Harry rolled his eyes slightly.
"Kreacher be going now, though. Making tea." He continued to mutter to himself as he headed down the stairs.
Harry shook his head after him. "Anyway," he said to Draco, gesturing for him to enter.
Draco sauntered in, smiling at Harry. "Strange house-elf," he commented.
"Completely insane," Harry corrected fondly, walking over to put away the clothes Kreacher had not.
The bed in the room was rather large – though smaller than Draco's, and the duvet was simply white. Mismatched pillows lay at the headboard and a knitted blanket from Mrs Weasley was folded at the foot. The furniture was old, much like that in the rest of the house, and it was nothing too fancy.
There wasn't much else in the room besides some pictures in frames on Harry's chest of drawers. One with himself, Ron and Hermione, one of the entire Weasley family, and, yes, one of him and Ginny, hugging and smiling at the camera. There were a few of Harry's other friends, and a picture of Teddy, his hair changing colour.
Draco walked around the room, looking at things. He stopped in front of the photos, not even realising he was frowning. Harry's life. The people who mattered to him. But there was no photo of him there.
Harry looked at Draco and then followed his gaze to the photos. He walked in front of him, slipping arms loosely about him. "I haven't got one of you," he said, kissing Draco gently.
"No, you don't," Draco agreed.
"Well, we should take some then," Harry told him. "I have a camera."
"What would your friends think if they saw my picture here?" Draco asked.
Harry stared at Draco for a second and then slowly slipped away from him, pretending to straighten the pillows. "Doesn't matter," he replied quietly.
Draco turned and watched him. Was Harry saying that it didn't mean anything to him whether or not they had photos? Or that he wouldn't care if his friends saw? The blond was afraid to ask.
Harry wasn't sure he wanted to talk about his friends with Draco. They had never done so before. Well, they did sometimes. A passing comment about Ron, a small story about Hermione, but never 'the talk'. The one where Draco asked about what Harry's friends would think of them together. The one about Ginny. Harry wasn't so sure he wanted to have that talk. No, he knew he didn't want to have that talk, but he also knew it was only a matter of time before it came up.
He sat down on the bed, turning to face Draco as he tried to smile. "So," he began, lying back with arms behind his head. "Where's that potion?"
Draco wasn't sure if trying the potion now was a good idea or not. He pulled the bottle out of his pocket, looking at it.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, hand held out as he waited for him to hand it over.
Draco reached up and pulled a hair from his own head, uncapped the potion, and dropped it into the pink liquid. The pink swirled and turned purple.
Harry raised his eyebrow again. "S'not like Polyjuice, is it?" he asked, though he knew it couldn't be. It didn't look like Polyjuice.
Draco smirked. "It uses the same principle of sympathetic magic. But no, not Polyjuice." He held the vial out to Harry, his own heart speeding up at the ridiculous risk he was taking.
"Right," said Harry, sniffing the potion. He gave Draco a last wry grin as he tipped the vial back, swallowing it all in one gulp. He sat and waited, concentrating on feeling something different. He waited a whole minute before he looked back at Draco, confused. "I don't feel any-" But then he did. Something subtle.
It was like a tingling warmth – only not real warmth. He felt a flutter in his stomach and he felt his heart beat faster. He shook his head, confused still. It was like he was feeling ... well, feeling. Only they were feelings that were not his own. He knew them well, though. It was what he felt when he thought of Draco, but it was a little scary. The last time he'd felt feelings that were not his own, they had been feelings from Voldemort.
"What is this?" he asked Draco, eyes slightly wide.
"Empathy Potion," Draco said softly.
Harry felt another flutter in his stomach and his heart skipped a beat. It was incredibly strange. "Are these ... are these your feelings?"
Draco flushed, looking down and nodding.
Harry flushed, too. "Your ... feelings for me?" he asked quietly, almost afraid to ask, but thrilled at the same time.
Draco's feelings only seemed to intensify as he heard Harry ask, and he trembled. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry shivered. It was nearly overwhelming – feeling what Draco was feeling while feeling his own as well. He could feel fear and embarrassment, too. "You ... love ... me?" he whispered.
Draco's heart clenched, and he was afraid to say anything. Maybe this was a mistake. What if it scared Harry away from him again? He nearly held his breath as he nodded, still standing beside the bed.
Harry felt that, too, that spike of even stronger fear. He shivered again. "Why are you afraid right now?" he asked, sitting up straighter.
Draco felt his ears burn as he flushed brighter. He turned away, unable to face Harry.
The bed squeaked as Harry stood. He moved behind Draco, wrapping arms about him like he had earlier. "Don't," he whispered. "I -" He almost said it. Almost said he loved Draco, too. "It's good that you feel that way – I – it means a lot to me. A tremendous amount."
Draco trembled, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than he had ever felt in his life.
Harry could feel all of it. He'd had no idea Draco felt this way. He turned him in his arms. "Look at me," he whispered, grasping his chin.
Draco forced himself to open his eyes. When he looked into Harry's eyes, he felt such longing his body ached with it.
Harry shivered yet again, having to take a deep breath. He felt his heart skip a beat from his own feelings. He took Draco's face in his hands and kissed him gently. "This is amazing to me," he said. "I didn't know you felt this way. I – I can't believe you do. This is just – Draco, don't feel afraid to tell me. I won't leave you or turn you out – not for anything."
Draco's heart seemed to swell at that and he almost sobbed in relief. He kissed Harry back fervently.
Harry opened his mouth, feeling almost dizzy from all of their combined emotions, bundled up inside him. He burned with the desire to tell Draco how he felt, but something held him back and he settled for kissing him.
Draco completely surrendered to Harry's kiss. He allowed himself to feel without thought, his body responding to his feelings and Harry's touch.
"Make love to me," Harry whispered instead of telling Draco to fuck him. "Make love to me in my bed."
"Oh, yes," Draco purred, licking and sucking along Harry's jaw. He walked them to the bed without letting up his attentions.
Harry pulled at Draco's shirt, trying to get it off as he was kissed. He still felt dizzy, elevated even more as he experienced what Draco felt for him. It was amazing to be loved so much.
Draco helped Harry pull his own shirt off and then proceeded to strip the other man, too. Soon, fumbling and excited, they both lay naked in the bed, bodies rubbing against each other. "Oh, yes, baby," the blond whispered against Harry's skin, kissing and licking over his chest, hands caressing every place they could reach.
Harry arched his neck, his eyes closed as he continued to be washed through with emotion. His cock throbbed and his body thrummed as he rocked against Draco.
Draco worshipped Harry's body. There were no better words to describe the way he caressed and kissed and devoted himself to his lover's pleasure, his own emotions swollen with his desire.
"God," Harry whimpered, wondering if he was referring to Draco himself. "Oh, Draco, yes."
Draco continued to lick and suck and caress Harry until he felt dizzy with his passion. He reached for the jar of lube in the small overnight bag he had brought with him. He coated his fingers and looked into Harry's eyes as he reached between the man's legs.
Harry spread his legs as wide as he possibly could without spraining something. His heart was absolutely pounding. He loved Draco. He loved him and wanted to scream it. He was moaning loudly, but he couldn't get the words out.
Draco looked deeply into his lover's eyes as he slid fingers into him. He felt consumed by his own desire, by his devotion to Harry.
Harry trembled, gasping from both the feeling of Draco's fingers sliding into him, but even more so from Draco's feelings inside him. It was the most intense thing Harry had ever experienced in his life. Trippy indeed, and so much more than that.
Draco worked his fingers inside his lover, twisting and making sure to bring him as much pleasure as he could. His other hand continued to caress Harry, fluttering over his skin. When he thought Harry was ready, he moved himself into place and slid his fingers out, positioning his cock against his lover's opening. "I want you. I love you," Draco whispered, grey eyes shining as he looked into Harry's.
The emotions inside Harry were so strong with the truth of Draco's words that his eyes welled with tears. "God," he murmured again, feeling those tears spill over and, surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed by them. He could hardly breathe from all the room his heart was taking up in his chest.
Draco moved forward, sliding his cock into his lover without taking his eyes off Harry's. "I love you. I have loved you for a very long time," he confessed. He reached his hands now to slide up and cradle Harry in his arms as he rocked into him.
Harry slid one arm over Draco's back, reaching his left hand for Draco's hair. He continued to cry, still feeling the unmistakable truth. How long had Draco been feeling that way? He couldn't even make his voice work to ask.
"Oh, yes, baby, you feel perfect like this," Draco whispered. "I feel like I am where I belong. Can you feel that?"
Harry nodded frantically. "I can feel it – all," he said with a gasping sob, crossing his ankles over Draco's back.
"Then you know now," Draco whispered. "You know the secret I've kept." He felt a strange mixture of fear and relief to finally confess this to Harry. He had never told anyone how he felt before his mother had asked. He had been ashamed of it before the end of the war. Now, he felt purged of shame as he worked himself inside his lover's body, rocking and sighing.
Harry clung to Draco with every part of himself. He even tried to cling to him with his eyes, as wet as they were with tears. Merlin, he had to look like a big, blubbering girl, on his back and crying over being told he was loved, but he didn't care. God, he didn't care at all. All he could possibly care about was Draco right then. Fuck the rest of the bloody fucking world. Draco Malfoy loved him.
Draco let himself float in his passion and was almost surprised when he felt his orgasm building. "Oh, baby, come for me," he encouraged. "I'm going to fill you with myself."
Harry clung even harder, squeezing Draco to the point of possible pain. He rocked with him, feeling his cock inside, knowing that cock was about to fill him, indeed, with Draco. The thought alone sent him shouting and sobbing over the edge. He shook almost violently, teeth clenched together.
Maybe it was the potion or maybe just his wishful thinking, but Draco felt like he poured himself into Harry, filling him with not only his seed but his love. He clutched Harry tightly, crying out as the man beneath him writhed.
Harry was nearly certain that he was dreaming. That was how high he felt. And it was like it lasted for hours. It was like coming twenty times in a row, all because Draco loved him. Draco loved him. He loved him a lot, and Harry knew that they weren't just words; he really felt that way. It was so good it made him ache; it made him so happy he cried. He was a complete wreck of emotion and feeling. And he still clung to Draco. It was the only thing he could think to do – the only thing he wanted to do. Ever.
Draco shuddered with his release and the small quakes of afterwards. He held the sobbing man, cradling Harry's head and placing small kisses across his tear-streaked face. "Yes, I love you. You can feel it. You know it's true," he whispered. He had done it. He had finally let Harry know. He felt relaxed, content and utterly spent with it.
Harry nodded again, still shaking. He never wanted to let Draco go. "Stop time," he whispered helplessly. "Don't ever leave."
"Never," Draco whispered against his lips, kissing Harry again.
Harry kissed him back, trying to tell Draco how he felt through his actions rather than with words. The fact that he couldn't do it made him sob again. He almost didn't want to look at Draco's face. Harry didn't deserve him.
"Shh, baby," Draco soothed, petting him. "I'm here, with you, where I belong."
Harry nodded yet again, trembling and shaking, but feeling slightly calmer as moments passed. He took deep breaths, stroking Draco in return. Merlin, wasn't he supposed to be the bloody hero?
"Rest now," Draco whispered, moving from his place on top of Harry to lie on his side. He pulled Harry to him and continuing to pet him and murmur soothingly.
Harry wanted to tell Draco that he wasn't tired, that he wanted to stay awake and spend all day in bed with him, even if they didn't have sex, but he could feel his eyes drooping even as he thought it. He closed them, still breathing deeply and feeling Draco against him, holding him. He'd never been so comfortable before. "Draco," he murmured, but the rest was lost.
"Harry," Draco whispered in return, laying small kisses on the man's closed eyes. He lay watching his lover sleep, feeling wonder at the sight.
Chapter Title: Where I Belong
Words: 2869 Words
After Draco had got things in order, he and Harry Apparated to the usual spot where Harry landed. They walked together down the street. "I live at number twelve, Grimmauld Place," he told Draco. "It's protected," he explained. "Fidelius Charm, even though it doesn't really need it anymore, I guess."
Draco nodded, taking in the information. He walked beside Harry and up the steps with him.
Harry opened the door for Draco, letting him inside first.
The house still had the look of someplace very old; it was out of style, but it was definitely clean. Cleaner than it had been back when Harry had lived in it the summer before fifth year. Kreacher had seen to that. The carpets had been scrubbed, the wood polished, and the decapitated house-elves on the wall even looked more cheerful.
Harry pressed a finger to his lips, closing the door softly. Mrs Black's portrait still hung on the wall and was still as mad as ever. He took Draco's hand in his own. "Want a tour?" he said quietly.
Draco arched his eyebrows but nodded, squeezing Harry's hand.
Harry walked off down the hallway, showing Draco several rooms. Though the house was occupied by a Gryffindor, it was still heavily decorated in snakes and green. He showed Draco the sitting room, the dining room, the study, the drawing room, and the kitchen before he began up the stairs.
Draco was fascinated by the Black house. He knew his family lineage and a bit about the Black history on his mother's side. He found it ironic that Harry lived in the house of his relatives.
Harry paused at one door. "And this is my room," he said, stepping inside. He found Kreacher there, putting clothes away.
"Master is good to Kreacher, but Master is messy," he was muttering to himself.
Harry smiled amusedly. "'Lo, Kreacher," he greeted the house-elf.
Kreacher started, looking around. "Kreacher is putting clothes away," he said.
"Yes, I see," nodded Harry. "Thanks. Think you could maybe go put some tea on, though? I have someone over."
Kreacher shuffled over and peered up at Draco. "Kreacher is knowing you, he is," he said.
Draco was amused by the elf's statements. "You do?" he asked.
"You is Draco Malfoy," Kreacher answered. "My Mistress would be pleased you is here."
Harry rolled his eyes slightly.
"Kreacher be going now, though. Making tea." He continued to mutter to himself as he headed down the stairs.
Harry shook his head after him. "Anyway," he said to Draco, gesturing for him to enter.
Draco sauntered in, smiling at Harry. "Strange house-elf," he commented.
"Completely insane," Harry corrected fondly, walking over to put away the clothes Kreacher had not.
The bed in the room was rather large – though smaller than Draco's, and the duvet was simply white. Mismatched pillows lay at the headboard and a knitted blanket from Mrs Weasley was folded at the foot. The furniture was old, much like that in the rest of the house, and it was nothing too fancy.
There wasn't much else in the room besides some pictures in frames on Harry's chest of drawers. One with himself, Ron and Hermione, one of the entire Weasley family, and, yes, one of him and Ginny, hugging and smiling at the camera. There were a few of Harry's other friends, and a picture of Teddy, his hair changing colour.
Draco walked around the room, looking at things. He stopped in front of the photos, not even realising he was frowning. Harry's life. The people who mattered to him. But there was no photo of him there.
Harry looked at Draco and then followed his gaze to the photos. He walked in front of him, slipping arms loosely about him. "I haven't got one of you," he said, kissing Draco gently.
"No, you don't," Draco agreed.
"Well, we should take some then," Harry told him. "I have a camera."
"What would your friends think if they saw my picture here?" Draco asked.
Harry stared at Draco for a second and then slowly slipped away from him, pretending to straighten the pillows. "Doesn't matter," he replied quietly.
Draco turned and watched him. Was Harry saying that it didn't mean anything to him whether or not they had photos? Or that he wouldn't care if his friends saw? The blond was afraid to ask.
Harry wasn't sure he wanted to talk about his friends with Draco. They had never done so before. Well, they did sometimes. A passing comment about Ron, a small story about Hermione, but never 'the talk'. The one where Draco asked about what Harry's friends would think of them together. The one about Ginny. Harry wasn't so sure he wanted to have that talk. No, he knew he didn't want to have that talk, but he also knew it was only a matter of time before it came up.
He sat down on the bed, turning to face Draco as he tried to smile. "So," he began, lying back with arms behind his head. "Where's that potion?"
Draco wasn't sure if trying the potion now was a good idea or not. He pulled the bottle out of his pocket, looking at it.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, hand held out as he waited for him to hand it over.
Draco reached up and pulled a hair from his own head, uncapped the potion, and dropped it into the pink liquid. The pink swirled and turned purple.
Harry raised his eyebrow again. "S'not like Polyjuice, is it?" he asked, though he knew it couldn't be. It didn't look like Polyjuice.
Draco smirked. "It uses the same principle of sympathetic magic. But no, not Polyjuice." He held the vial out to Harry, his own heart speeding up at the ridiculous risk he was taking.
"Right," said Harry, sniffing the potion. He gave Draco a last wry grin as he tipped the vial back, swallowing it all in one gulp. He sat and waited, concentrating on feeling something different. He waited a whole minute before he looked back at Draco, confused. "I don't feel any-" But then he did. Something subtle.
It was like a tingling warmth – only not real warmth. He felt a flutter in his stomach and he felt his heart beat faster. He shook his head, confused still. It was like he was feeling ... well, feeling. Only they were feelings that were not his own. He knew them well, though. It was what he felt when he thought of Draco, but it was a little scary. The last time he'd felt feelings that were not his own, they had been feelings from Voldemort.
"What is this?" he asked Draco, eyes slightly wide.
"Empathy Potion," Draco said softly.
Harry felt another flutter in his stomach and his heart skipped a beat. It was incredibly strange. "Are these ... are these your feelings?"
Draco flushed, looking down and nodding.
Harry flushed, too. "Your ... feelings for me?" he asked quietly, almost afraid to ask, but thrilled at the same time.
Draco's feelings only seemed to intensify as he heard Harry ask, and he trembled. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry shivered. It was nearly overwhelming – feeling what Draco was feeling while feeling his own as well. He could feel fear and embarrassment, too. "You ... love ... me?" he whispered.
Draco's heart clenched, and he was afraid to say anything. Maybe this was a mistake. What if it scared Harry away from him again? He nearly held his breath as he nodded, still standing beside the bed.
Harry felt that, too, that spike of even stronger fear. He shivered again. "Why are you afraid right now?" he asked, sitting up straighter.
Draco felt his ears burn as he flushed brighter. He turned away, unable to face Harry.
The bed squeaked as Harry stood. He moved behind Draco, wrapping arms about him like he had earlier. "Don't," he whispered. "I -" He almost said it. Almost said he loved Draco, too. "It's good that you feel that way – I – it means a lot to me. A tremendous amount."
Draco trembled, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than he had ever felt in his life.
Harry could feel all of it. He'd had no idea Draco felt this way. He turned him in his arms. "Look at me," he whispered, grasping his chin.
Draco forced himself to open his eyes. When he looked into Harry's eyes, he felt such longing his body ached with it.
Harry shivered yet again, having to take a deep breath. He felt his heart skip a beat from his own feelings. He took Draco's face in his hands and kissed him gently. "This is amazing to me," he said. "I didn't know you felt this way. I – I can't believe you do. This is just – Draco, don't feel afraid to tell me. I won't leave you or turn you out – not for anything."
Draco's heart seemed to swell at that and he almost sobbed in relief. He kissed Harry back fervently.
Harry opened his mouth, feeling almost dizzy from all of their combined emotions, bundled up inside him. He burned with the desire to tell Draco how he felt, but something held him back and he settled for kissing him.
Draco completely surrendered to Harry's kiss. He allowed himself to feel without thought, his body responding to his feelings and Harry's touch.
"Make love to me," Harry whispered instead of telling Draco to fuck him. "Make love to me in my bed."
"Oh, yes," Draco purred, licking and sucking along Harry's jaw. He walked them to the bed without letting up his attentions.
Harry pulled at Draco's shirt, trying to get it off as he was kissed. He still felt dizzy, elevated even more as he experienced what Draco felt for him. It was amazing to be loved so much.
Draco helped Harry pull his own shirt off and then proceeded to strip the other man, too. Soon, fumbling and excited, they both lay naked in the bed, bodies rubbing against each other. "Oh, yes, baby," the blond whispered against Harry's skin, kissing and licking over his chest, hands caressing every place they could reach.
Harry arched his neck, his eyes closed as he continued to be washed through with emotion. His cock throbbed and his body thrummed as he rocked against Draco.
Draco worshipped Harry's body. There were no better words to describe the way he caressed and kissed and devoted himself to his lover's pleasure, his own emotions swollen with his desire.
"God," Harry whimpered, wondering if he was referring to Draco himself. "Oh, Draco, yes."
Draco continued to lick and suck and caress Harry until he felt dizzy with his passion. He reached for the jar of lube in the small overnight bag he had brought with him. He coated his fingers and looked into Harry's eyes as he reached between the man's legs.
Harry spread his legs as wide as he possibly could without spraining something. His heart was absolutely pounding. He loved Draco. He loved him and wanted to scream it. He was moaning loudly, but he couldn't get the words out.
Draco looked deeply into his lover's eyes as he slid fingers into him. He felt consumed by his own desire, by his devotion to Harry.
Harry trembled, gasping from both the feeling of Draco's fingers sliding into him, but even more so from Draco's feelings inside him. It was the most intense thing Harry had ever experienced in his life. Trippy indeed, and so much more than that.
Draco worked his fingers inside his lover, twisting and making sure to bring him as much pleasure as he could. His other hand continued to caress Harry, fluttering over his skin. When he thought Harry was ready, he moved himself into place and slid his fingers out, positioning his cock against his lover's opening. "I want you. I love you," Draco whispered, grey eyes shining as he looked into Harry's.
The emotions inside Harry were so strong with the truth of Draco's words that his eyes welled with tears. "God," he murmured again, feeling those tears spill over and, surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed by them. He could hardly breathe from all the room his heart was taking up in his chest.
Draco moved forward, sliding his cock into his lover without taking his eyes off Harry's. "I love you. I have loved you for a very long time," he confessed. He reached his hands now to slide up and cradle Harry in his arms as he rocked into him.
Harry slid one arm over Draco's back, reaching his left hand for Draco's hair. He continued to cry, still feeling the unmistakable truth. How long had Draco been feeling that way? He couldn't even make his voice work to ask.
"Oh, yes, baby, you feel perfect like this," Draco whispered. "I feel like I am where I belong. Can you feel that?"
Harry nodded frantically. "I can feel it – all," he said with a gasping sob, crossing his ankles over Draco's back.
"Then you know now," Draco whispered. "You know the secret I've kept." He felt a strange mixture of fear and relief to finally confess this to Harry. He had never told anyone how he felt before his mother had asked. He had been ashamed of it before the end of the war. Now, he felt purged of shame as he worked himself inside his lover's body, rocking and sighing.
Harry clung to Draco with every part of himself. He even tried to cling to him with his eyes, as wet as they were with tears. Merlin, he had to look like a big, blubbering girl, on his back and crying over being told he was loved, but he didn't care. God, he didn't care at all. All he could possibly care about was Draco right then. Fuck the rest of the bloody fucking world. Draco Malfoy loved him.
Draco let himself float in his passion and was almost surprised when he felt his orgasm building. "Oh, baby, come for me," he encouraged. "I'm going to fill you with myself."
Harry clung even harder, squeezing Draco to the point of possible pain. He rocked with him, feeling his cock inside, knowing that cock was about to fill him, indeed, with Draco. The thought alone sent him shouting and sobbing over the edge. He shook almost violently, teeth clenched together.
Maybe it was the potion or maybe just his wishful thinking, but Draco felt like he poured himself into Harry, filling him with not only his seed but his love. He clutched Harry tightly, crying out as the man beneath him writhed.
Harry was nearly certain that he was dreaming. That was how high he felt. And it was like it lasted for hours. It was like coming twenty times in a row, all because Draco loved him. Draco loved him. He loved him a lot, and Harry knew that they weren't just words; he really felt that way. It was so good it made him ache; it made him so happy he cried. He was a complete wreck of emotion and feeling. And he still clung to Draco. It was the only thing he could think to do – the only thing he wanted to do. Ever.
Draco shuddered with his release and the small quakes of afterwards. He held the sobbing man, cradling Harry's head and placing small kisses across his tear-streaked face. "Yes, I love you. You can feel it. You know it's true," he whispered. He had done it. He had finally let Harry know. He felt relaxed, content and utterly spent with it.
Harry nodded again, still shaking. He never wanted to let Draco go. "Stop time," he whispered helplessly. "Don't ever leave."
"Never," Draco whispered against his lips, kissing Harry again.
Harry kissed him back, trying to tell Draco how he felt through his actions rather than with words. The fact that he couldn't do it made him sob again. He almost didn't want to look at Draco's face. Harry didn't deserve him.
"Shh, baby," Draco soothed, petting him. "I'm here, with you, where I belong."
Harry nodded yet again, trembling and shaking, but feeling slightly calmer as moments passed. He took deep breaths, stroking Draco in return. Merlin, wasn't he supposed to be the bloody hero?
"Rest now," Draco whispered, moving from his place on top of Harry to lie on his side. He pulled Harry to him and continuing to pet him and murmur soothingly.
Harry wanted to tell Draco that he wasn't tired, that he wanted to stay awake and spend all day in bed with him, even if they didn't have sex, but he could feel his eyes drooping even as he thought it. He closed them, still breathing deeply and feeling Draco against him, holding him. He'd never been so comfortable before. "Draco," he murmured, but the rest was lost.
"Harry," Draco whispered in return, laying small kisses on the man's closed eyes. He lay watching his lover sleep, feeling wonder at the sight.