A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 20: Sweet Birthday
Chapter Number/Total: 20/44
Chapter Title: Sweet Birthday
Words: 2439 Words
Over the next weeks, Harry and Draco practised going out with each other. They took walks in the park nearby, and actually did a little shopping in the Muggle part of the city. Harry went to the Ministry with Ron a few times to turn in papers and do a few different interviews, and he'd gone without Draco. They were getting better. They had to.
So when Harry's birthday came round, and Harry's friends begged him for one of their old nights out, he and Draco both agreed to go. They all went to The Three Broomsticks, and a few of his friends actually teased them about what had happened there.
Harry was currently happily buzzed and watching Seamus make goo-goo eyes at the handsome “friend” he'd brought along. He had no idea how no one knew he was a poof, because he was, and seeing him with this Trent fellow sealed the deal.
Draco was nervous but he felt comforted by the fact that this time, he could hold Harry's hand or touch him for reassurance when he felt he needed it. He turned down anything alcoholic. It was amusing watching his lover get slightly drunk.
"Complete prats, the lot of you," said Hermione with no real bite, watching Ron, Justin and Terry taking drunken turns to see if they could walk on empty bottles.
"I heartily agree," said Ginny, sitting with Dean.
Madam Rosmerta kept looking over with expressions of exasperated amusement.
Harry turned his head to watch them too, laughing loudly as Ron fell flat on his arse. It was a sign of how pissed Ron was that he laughed as well and didn't get embarrassed or mad.
Hermione rolled her eyes, moving to help him to his feet when he couldn't get up.
The door opened across the room and the warm summer air blew in. Lavender came in with it, crossing to the corner full of friends and giving an odd look to those obviously drunk and laughing. "Sorry I'm late, Harry," she said, handing him a wrapped package. "Happy birthday."
He smiled. "Thanks," he said.
She smiled too. "Hello, Draco," she said.
"Good evening, Lavender," he replied. He was the only one not drinking and it left him feeling a bit like the only adult at a kids' party. He reached behind him and pulled an empty chair from another table and held it for her.
She sat down, smiling again.
Harry opened the gift, which was a new briefcase-type bag. "Does everyone know that's what I'm doing?" he said, smiling amusedly. Almost all of his friends had gotten something to do with his soon-to-be job. Even Draco had gotten him a nice wand holster.
Lavender shrugged and laughed. "You know Ron's mouth."
Harry snorted, listening to “Ron's mouth” right then as he began to sing a Weird Sisters number.
"Who's that?" Lavender asked, looking over at Seamus with the dark-haired Trent.
"Seamus' friend," Draco said, smiling.
Lavender raised an eyebrow. "Oh," she said, and glanced at Dean, who shrugged.
Harry didn't want to give Seamus away before he was ready, so he didn't say anything.
Ron stumbled his way over to the table then, throwing his arms about Harry's shoulders. "What're you drinkin'?" he asked, smiling widely.
Harry laughed at him. "Not what you are," he said.
"'Er you drinkin'?" he asked Draco, even smiling at him.
"Lemonade," Draco answered. He regarded Ron and Harry with amusement. "Maybe you should try it," he suggested.
Ron wrinkled his nose at the suggestion. "'Bout you, Nev?" he said, moving on from Harry and Draco.
"Just some mead," Neville replied, still nursing the same mug he had started over an hour before.
"Why do you try to get everyone around you as drunk as you are?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow at Ron.
Harry looked round at Justin and Terry. It had worked on them. He honestly might have gotten just as pissed – it had been a while – if it weren't for wanting to stay mostly sober, not only for Draco's sanity, but because they were out and he knew Draco was a little nervous.
Hermione's eyes suddenly shined with amusement and excitement as she looked over Harry's shoulder. "Everyone," she called to get attention.
Confused, Harry looked over his shoulder to see Madam Rosmerta carrying a huge birthday cake with candles that looked worthy of Fred and George. He flushed, and everyone laughed at him.
Draco actually started the birthday song and others joined in to the best of their abilities. Which, in Ron's case, was kind of painful to others.
Harry smiled tightly, shaking his head as they sang, and wincing a bit at Ron's shouts. He tried to blow the candles out for a straight minute, because they kept relighting, and everyone clapped when he finally did get them out. He felt like a kid, but it felt good. It was quite a better birthday than he would've thought he'd have a few months ago.
***
Harry had gotten a bit more drunk before the night was over, but was still thinking clearly enough to Apparate efficiently – well, he thought so anyway. Draco had insisted upon Side-Along. Hermione had had to take Ron home after asking Madam Rosmerta if she could use the Floo. Harry was drunk enough to think quite a lot of things were funny, and he thought it was funny when he tried to get the Locking Charm off the door and had to try a few times.
"Let me," Draco said, unlocking the door and pulling his lover inside before closing it again. "You are so pissed," he teased.
"Am not," Harry protested, smiling.
Draco pulled his lover's cloak off him and hung both of them up. "Can you walk up the stairs?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said with a snort, turning to grip the banister and laughing a bit when he fumbled.
Draco laughed again and put his hands on his lover's hips. "You want help?" he asked.
Draco's hands felt warm against Harry's clothed skin. Actually, everything felt warm. The house was warm, but Draco felt really warm. And suddenly – he didn't know how it happened – he was aroused. "Yeah," he said, his voice deeper.
Draco stepped closer, pressing himself against Harry's back. "I'm taking you upstairs," he said, and then took them on another Side-Along to their room.
Without missing a beat, Harry turned in Draco's arms and wrapped his own around Draco's neck as he kissed him. "Let's fuck," he said, his eyes bloodshot.
"Sure, love," Draco encouraged. "Any way you want it."
"Fuck me," Harry said, stepping back to strip.
Draco nodded, smiling. He pulled a small package out of his pocket and set it down on the table beside the bed. He stripped off his clothes, laying them aside.
Harry went a bit slower than Draco, but managed to get out of his clothes as well. Then he crossed to the bed and stretched out upon it, looking up at Draco with a sly smile.
Draco was leaning against the bedpost, admiring his lover. He picked up the package, unwrapping the paper. It held a piece of birthday cake. He took a pinch of it, put it in his mouth and then licked his lips.
Harry watched him, finding his own mouth had gone a little dry. "Is that cake?" he asked, still in that low voice.
"Yes, your birthday cake," Draco said, still standing beside the bed. "Did you want some?"
"Are you going to feed it to me?" Harry asked.
"I can do that," Draco said in a silky voice, climbing on to the bed and kneeling beside him. He dipped his fingers in the frosting and then ran them over Harry's mouth.
Harry caught Draco's fingers on his tongue, licking them slowly clean. "Good cake," he said huskily.
"How would you like it served, or should I eat it?" Draco asked as if he were serving dinner to an important guest.
It took Harry a bit to make sense of that question, but when he actually got it he smirked. "I wouldn't want to deny you," he said after a bit, because it was difficult to choose between the two options.
Draco took another fingerful of cake and frosting and spread it on his lover's nipples. Then leaned over, making a show of sticking his tongue out and licking it.
Harry shivered, watching intently as his cock twitched at the sight.
Draco licked his lips again, smirking up at this lover. Then he trailed frosting down his abdomen to his belly button and followed it with his tongue.
Merlin, Draco was sexy. It seemed to be all Harry could think of, how sexy Draco was. Maybe he should've picked the other option, because his mouth was starting to water.
Draco smirked at his lover's cock standing out among the dark hair between his legs. He reached still-sticky fingers to paint it in frosting.
Harry let out a throaty noise. "Mmm, want your mouth on me," he breathed into the humid air of the bedroom, already feeling a bit sweaty.
Draco licked along the length of his lover's shaft, cleaning the frosting from him.
Harry's eyelids drooped and he lightly grasped Draco's hair, still watching him.
Draco licked him clean and then pointed his tongue to lick the pre-come from the tip.
Harry hissed in pleasure and then suddenly tugged on Draco's hair. "Let me do you," he said, feeling a lot less drunk.
Draco licked the crown with the flat of his tongue and then looked up at Harry. "Sure," he said. He sat up again and held the paper with the cake out to Harry.
"Sure?" Harry said, sitting up, taking the cake, and advancing on Draco. "It'll be a lot more than sure." And he brought his mouth to Draco's, immediately seeking his tongue.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry, tasting the alcohol on his breath and the sweetness of the cake.
Harry pushed Draco onto his back with his own body, kissing him like he was in a contest for snogging and determined to win.
Draco shuddered, relinquishing control to his lover.
Harry made a similar path down Draco's body, trailing cake and frosting and loving more the salty taste of Draco's skin and the sounds he made as he licked him. He licked frosting-covered nipples, and frosting-covered belly button, and frosting-covered hips, and when he was finally between Draco's legs, he smiled up at him. "Who needs cake?" he asked, dipping his head.
"Ohhh, yesss," Draco gasped, trembling as he anticipated his lover's mouth on his cock at any second.
Harry grinned at those words, thrilled as always with Draco's arousal. He licked up his shaft, closing lips over the head. It had been a bit strange to give Draco oral since his ... change. No liquid dripping out of his cock, the heat of the opening right below it, but Harry got used to it. He slid fingers inside him easily, thrusting them as he bobbed his head.
It both felt right and startled him to feel Harry slide fingers into that passage just below his cock. Draco moaned and arched up, crying out encouragement as he did.
Harry wondered if he would be able to stop himself from making Draco come, because he did still want to be fucked. Trouble was, once he got started doing this, he didn't really want to stop. He could hardly help himself. He wanted every whimper, every cry, every throb of Draco's cock and every clenching muscle in his body.
Lying under his lover with that delicious mouth on his body and Harry's fingers pumping inside him, Draco was lost to sensation. He felt his arousal building and he reached to tug on Harry's hair. "Baby," he gasped, "you still want me inside you?"
Had Draco not done that, Harry wouldn't have stopped, but he faltered. He sucked up on Draco's cock, and fuck yes he wanted that in him. "Yeah," he breathed, knowing it wouldn't take long to bring them both off, but wanting it anyway.
Draco was panting and eyes half-closed. "How do you want it?" he asked.
Harry raised himself up on hands and knees, crawling over to an open part of the bed, and then looked over his shoulder. "In me and now," he said, panting as well, his skin slick.
Draco reached for the lube and then got quickly on his knees behind his lover. He slicked his fingers before sliding one into his lover's tight hole.
Harry hardly even wanted to wait for that. He arched his back. "Fuck, please," he let out with quite a bit of unintelligible nonsense.
Draco worked another finger in quickly and then a third, not wanting to hurt Harry despite the eagerness of his drunk lover or his own body. Then he was positioning himself, rubbing the crown against that slick opening. "Going to fuck you hard and deep," he promised before slowly pressing inside.
Harry groaned deeply, matching how deep Draco seemed to be pressing into his body. He dropped his torso down to the bed, head turned to the side, and used his elbows to push back against Draco.
Grasping Harry's hips in his hands, Draco flexed his own hips, rotating them as he thrust and pulled back and thrust again, panting and moaning as he did.
"Oh, fuck, baby, fuck!" Harry shouted, his toes curling with the intense sensations, not only in his arse, but speeding through his entire body. If it were up to him, he would do nothing but fuck Draco for the rest of his bloody life. He reached a hand for his heavily swaying cock, the pre-come there making the movements smooth as he stroked himself.
"Yes, I love fucking you," Draco gasped, thrusting harder and faster and feeling that wet heat and tension building inside him.
"Fuck!" Harry yelled one last time, jerking forward as he spilled himself all over the bed beneath.
Harry's body pulsed around him and Draco cried out even louder, coming so hard he knew his thighs would be wet.
Harry's eyes drooped again and he felt high and sleepy. He smiled a goofy, pissed smile, moving his arse a little against Draco, just to feel him inside there.
Draco stayed hard longer since the change. He curled over Harry's body, enjoying the feel of him underneath. "I love you, Harry," he whispered. "Happy birthday, baby."
"Mmm," Harry sighed, reaching his hand back to thread fingers in Draco's hair. "Love you."
Chapter Title: Sweet Birthday
Words: 2439 Words
Over the next weeks, Harry and Draco practised going out with each other. They took walks in the park nearby, and actually did a little shopping in the Muggle part of the city. Harry went to the Ministry with Ron a few times to turn in papers and do a few different interviews, and he'd gone without Draco. They were getting better. They had to.
So when Harry's birthday came round, and Harry's friends begged him for one of their old nights out, he and Draco both agreed to go. They all went to The Three Broomsticks, and a few of his friends actually teased them about what had happened there.
Harry was currently happily buzzed and watching Seamus make goo-goo eyes at the handsome “friend” he'd brought along. He had no idea how no one knew he was a poof, because he was, and seeing him with this Trent fellow sealed the deal.
Draco was nervous but he felt comforted by the fact that this time, he could hold Harry's hand or touch him for reassurance when he felt he needed it. He turned down anything alcoholic. It was amusing watching his lover get slightly drunk.
"Complete prats, the lot of you," said Hermione with no real bite, watching Ron, Justin and Terry taking drunken turns to see if they could walk on empty bottles.
"I heartily agree," said Ginny, sitting with Dean.
Madam Rosmerta kept looking over with expressions of exasperated amusement.
Harry turned his head to watch them too, laughing loudly as Ron fell flat on his arse. It was a sign of how pissed Ron was that he laughed as well and didn't get embarrassed or mad.
Hermione rolled her eyes, moving to help him to his feet when he couldn't get up.
The door opened across the room and the warm summer air blew in. Lavender came in with it, crossing to the corner full of friends and giving an odd look to those obviously drunk and laughing. "Sorry I'm late, Harry," she said, handing him a wrapped package. "Happy birthday."
He smiled. "Thanks," he said.
She smiled too. "Hello, Draco," she said.
"Good evening, Lavender," he replied. He was the only one not drinking and it left him feeling a bit like the only adult at a kids' party. He reached behind him and pulled an empty chair from another table and held it for her.
She sat down, smiling again.
Harry opened the gift, which was a new briefcase-type bag. "Does everyone know that's what I'm doing?" he said, smiling amusedly. Almost all of his friends had gotten something to do with his soon-to-be job. Even Draco had gotten him a nice wand holster.
Lavender shrugged and laughed. "You know Ron's mouth."
Harry snorted, listening to “Ron's mouth” right then as he began to sing a Weird Sisters number.
"Who's that?" Lavender asked, looking over at Seamus with the dark-haired Trent.
"Seamus' friend," Draco said, smiling.
Lavender raised an eyebrow. "Oh," she said, and glanced at Dean, who shrugged.
Harry didn't want to give Seamus away before he was ready, so he didn't say anything.
Ron stumbled his way over to the table then, throwing his arms about Harry's shoulders. "What're you drinkin'?" he asked, smiling widely.
Harry laughed at him. "Not what you are," he said.
"'Er you drinkin'?" he asked Draco, even smiling at him.
"Lemonade," Draco answered. He regarded Ron and Harry with amusement. "Maybe you should try it," he suggested.
Ron wrinkled his nose at the suggestion. "'Bout you, Nev?" he said, moving on from Harry and Draco.
"Just some mead," Neville replied, still nursing the same mug he had started over an hour before.
"Why do you try to get everyone around you as drunk as you are?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow at Ron.
Harry looked round at Justin and Terry. It had worked on them. He honestly might have gotten just as pissed – it had been a while – if it weren't for wanting to stay mostly sober, not only for Draco's sanity, but because they were out and he knew Draco was a little nervous.
Hermione's eyes suddenly shined with amusement and excitement as she looked over Harry's shoulder. "Everyone," she called to get attention.
Confused, Harry looked over his shoulder to see Madam Rosmerta carrying a huge birthday cake with candles that looked worthy of Fred and George. He flushed, and everyone laughed at him.
Draco actually started the birthday song and others joined in to the best of their abilities. Which, in Ron's case, was kind of painful to others.
Harry smiled tightly, shaking his head as they sang, and wincing a bit at Ron's shouts. He tried to blow the candles out for a straight minute, because they kept relighting, and everyone clapped when he finally did get them out. He felt like a kid, but it felt good. It was quite a better birthday than he would've thought he'd have a few months ago.
***
Harry had gotten a bit more drunk before the night was over, but was still thinking clearly enough to Apparate efficiently – well, he thought so anyway. Draco had insisted upon Side-Along. Hermione had had to take Ron home after asking Madam Rosmerta if she could use the Floo. Harry was drunk enough to think quite a lot of things were funny, and he thought it was funny when he tried to get the Locking Charm off the door and had to try a few times.
"Let me," Draco said, unlocking the door and pulling his lover inside before closing it again. "You are so pissed," he teased.
"Am not," Harry protested, smiling.
Draco pulled his lover's cloak off him and hung both of them up. "Can you walk up the stairs?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said with a snort, turning to grip the banister and laughing a bit when he fumbled.
Draco laughed again and put his hands on his lover's hips. "You want help?" he asked.
Draco's hands felt warm against Harry's clothed skin. Actually, everything felt warm. The house was warm, but Draco felt really warm. And suddenly – he didn't know how it happened – he was aroused. "Yeah," he said, his voice deeper.
Draco stepped closer, pressing himself against Harry's back. "I'm taking you upstairs," he said, and then took them on another Side-Along to their room.
Without missing a beat, Harry turned in Draco's arms and wrapped his own around Draco's neck as he kissed him. "Let's fuck," he said, his eyes bloodshot.
"Sure, love," Draco encouraged. "Any way you want it."
"Fuck me," Harry said, stepping back to strip.
Draco nodded, smiling. He pulled a small package out of his pocket and set it down on the table beside the bed. He stripped off his clothes, laying them aside.
Harry went a bit slower than Draco, but managed to get out of his clothes as well. Then he crossed to the bed and stretched out upon it, looking up at Draco with a sly smile.
Draco was leaning against the bedpost, admiring his lover. He picked up the package, unwrapping the paper. It held a piece of birthday cake. He took a pinch of it, put it in his mouth and then licked his lips.
Harry watched him, finding his own mouth had gone a little dry. "Is that cake?" he asked, still in that low voice.
"Yes, your birthday cake," Draco said, still standing beside the bed. "Did you want some?"
"Are you going to feed it to me?" Harry asked.
"I can do that," Draco said in a silky voice, climbing on to the bed and kneeling beside him. He dipped his fingers in the frosting and then ran them over Harry's mouth.
Harry caught Draco's fingers on his tongue, licking them slowly clean. "Good cake," he said huskily.
"How would you like it served, or should I eat it?" Draco asked as if he were serving dinner to an important guest.
It took Harry a bit to make sense of that question, but when he actually got it he smirked. "I wouldn't want to deny you," he said after a bit, because it was difficult to choose between the two options.
Draco took another fingerful of cake and frosting and spread it on his lover's nipples. Then leaned over, making a show of sticking his tongue out and licking it.
Harry shivered, watching intently as his cock twitched at the sight.
Draco licked his lips again, smirking up at this lover. Then he trailed frosting down his abdomen to his belly button and followed it with his tongue.
Merlin, Draco was sexy. It seemed to be all Harry could think of, how sexy Draco was. Maybe he should've picked the other option, because his mouth was starting to water.
Draco smirked at his lover's cock standing out among the dark hair between his legs. He reached still-sticky fingers to paint it in frosting.
Harry let out a throaty noise. "Mmm, want your mouth on me," he breathed into the humid air of the bedroom, already feeling a bit sweaty.
Draco licked along the length of his lover's shaft, cleaning the frosting from him.
Harry's eyelids drooped and he lightly grasped Draco's hair, still watching him.
Draco licked him clean and then pointed his tongue to lick the pre-come from the tip.
Harry hissed in pleasure and then suddenly tugged on Draco's hair. "Let me do you," he said, feeling a lot less drunk.
Draco licked the crown with the flat of his tongue and then looked up at Harry. "Sure," he said. He sat up again and held the paper with the cake out to Harry.
"Sure?" Harry said, sitting up, taking the cake, and advancing on Draco. "It'll be a lot more than sure." And he brought his mouth to Draco's, immediately seeking his tongue.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry, tasting the alcohol on his breath and the sweetness of the cake.
Harry pushed Draco onto his back with his own body, kissing him like he was in a contest for snogging and determined to win.
Draco shuddered, relinquishing control to his lover.
Harry made a similar path down Draco's body, trailing cake and frosting and loving more the salty taste of Draco's skin and the sounds he made as he licked him. He licked frosting-covered nipples, and frosting-covered belly button, and frosting-covered hips, and when he was finally between Draco's legs, he smiled up at him. "Who needs cake?" he asked, dipping his head.
"Ohhh, yesss," Draco gasped, trembling as he anticipated his lover's mouth on his cock at any second.
Harry grinned at those words, thrilled as always with Draco's arousal. He licked up his shaft, closing lips over the head. It had been a bit strange to give Draco oral since his ... change. No liquid dripping out of his cock, the heat of the opening right below it, but Harry got used to it. He slid fingers inside him easily, thrusting them as he bobbed his head.
It both felt right and startled him to feel Harry slide fingers into that passage just below his cock. Draco moaned and arched up, crying out encouragement as he did.
Harry wondered if he would be able to stop himself from making Draco come, because he did still want to be fucked. Trouble was, once he got started doing this, he didn't really want to stop. He could hardly help himself. He wanted every whimper, every cry, every throb of Draco's cock and every clenching muscle in his body.
Lying under his lover with that delicious mouth on his body and Harry's fingers pumping inside him, Draco was lost to sensation. He felt his arousal building and he reached to tug on Harry's hair. "Baby," he gasped, "you still want me inside you?"
Had Draco not done that, Harry wouldn't have stopped, but he faltered. He sucked up on Draco's cock, and fuck yes he wanted that in him. "Yeah," he breathed, knowing it wouldn't take long to bring them both off, but wanting it anyway.
Draco was panting and eyes half-closed. "How do you want it?" he asked.
Harry raised himself up on hands and knees, crawling over to an open part of the bed, and then looked over his shoulder. "In me and now," he said, panting as well, his skin slick.
Draco reached for the lube and then got quickly on his knees behind his lover. He slicked his fingers before sliding one into his lover's tight hole.
Harry hardly even wanted to wait for that. He arched his back. "Fuck, please," he let out with quite a bit of unintelligible nonsense.
Draco worked another finger in quickly and then a third, not wanting to hurt Harry despite the eagerness of his drunk lover or his own body. Then he was positioning himself, rubbing the crown against that slick opening. "Going to fuck you hard and deep," he promised before slowly pressing inside.
Harry groaned deeply, matching how deep Draco seemed to be pressing into his body. He dropped his torso down to the bed, head turned to the side, and used his elbows to push back against Draco.
Grasping Harry's hips in his hands, Draco flexed his own hips, rotating them as he thrust and pulled back and thrust again, panting and moaning as he did.
"Oh, fuck, baby, fuck!" Harry shouted, his toes curling with the intense sensations, not only in his arse, but speeding through his entire body. If it were up to him, he would do nothing but fuck Draco for the rest of his bloody life. He reached a hand for his heavily swaying cock, the pre-come there making the movements smooth as he stroked himself.
"Yes, I love fucking you," Draco gasped, thrusting harder and faster and feeling that wet heat and tension building inside him.
"Fuck!" Harry yelled one last time, jerking forward as he spilled himself all over the bed beneath.
Harry's body pulsed around him and Draco cried out even louder, coming so hard he knew his thighs would be wet.
Harry's eyes drooped again and he felt high and sleepy. He smiled a goofy, pissed smile, moving his arse a little against Draco, just to feel him inside there.
Draco stayed hard longer since the change. He curled over Harry's body, enjoying the feel of him underneath. "I love you, Harry," he whispered. "Happy birthday, baby."
"Mmm," Harry sighed, reaching his hand back to thread fingers in Draco's hair. "Love you."