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Adult ++
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31
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Outing
Chapter Number/Total: 21/31
Chapter Title: Outing
Words: 3760 Words
Draco sat down at the table with the mail and the paper. He smiled at Harry, glad to see how much better the man ate these days.
Harry hadn't noticed that he was almost always finishing his plate of food now, but he did notice that he wasn't getting full as quickly. He didn't like looking at or reading the paper when they were at the table, so he kept to himself, eating and thinking about other various things. Like what they were going to do today, and if it involved a couch or a bed ... he blushed and looked down at his food. He just couldn't seem to get enough of Draco.
Draco caught the blush and his smile widened, arousal stirring just from the look on Harry's face. "So what do you want to do today?" he asked.
Harry shrugged, looking up at Draco. "I don't know," he said, pushing away the empty plate. "Up to you."
"No, actually, it isn't," Draco said. He wanted to encourage more independence from Harry.
"But I don't know," Harry said honestly, running a hand through his hair. His life now revolved around Draco and what they did together. He didn't know what else to do.
"Do you want to go out?" Draco asked.
Harry didn't like the crowds and the people congratulating him, but he guessed he would have to get used to it, or spend the rest of his life in Grimmauld Place. "All right," he said. "Where?"
"Anywhere you like," Draco said casually. Then he cocked his head. "Maybe we could go somewhere for you to fly that Firebolt you bought last month."
Harry perked up at the idea. He had forgotten about the broom. "Really? I'd like that a lot ... but where could we go?"
"There are a few places," Draco said. "Would you want to go to Hogwarts?"
"Hogwarts?” Harry whispered, getting a faraway look in his eye. "Yes ... I miss it there."
"Then that's what we'll do today," Draco said.
***
Draco owled Headmistress McGonagall with Harry's request to fly on Hogwarts’ grounds. The reply was prompt, so by after lunch they were dressed and ready to Apparate to Scotland. This was a big step for Harry, and Draco hoped it would be a good one for him.
"Is school in session yet?" Harry asked once they were ready, wondering if there would be students around.
"Yes," Draco told him, as they stepped outside.
Harry reached for Draco's hand, sighing softly. He reminded himself that it was something he'd have to learn to deal with.
Draco Apparated them to the gate of Hogwarts. He shivered for a minute. He had been so focused on the other man that Draco had forgotten he hadn't been back to Hogwarts since that night on the tower at the end of sixth year. He found his eyes drawn to that spot, almost as if he would see Dumbledore falling from it still.
Harry remembered the last time he was here. Dumbledore's funeral. He looked off toward the tomb of his mentor. He squeezed Draco's hand and stepped closer to him, wondering if coming here was really a good idea or not.
Harry's movement brought Draco out of his own memories and back to the present. He returned the squeeze and began walking up the path. He saw McGonagall waiting for them on the steps of Hogwarts.
"Professor," Harry said softly, nodding at her before looking down.
"Mr Potter ... Harry, it's so good to see you," she said warmly and then nodded to Draco, seeming less sure of how to greet him. "Mr Malfoy."
Draco nodded in return but didn't speak. He really didn't know what the appropriate thing to say to her was and didn't want Harry's outing spoiled by any anger she probably felt toward him.
"It's good to see you again, too," Harry said, glancing back up at her. "Thank you for letting me come back.”
"Well, you are always welcome here, Harry. And the pitch isn't in use yet this early in the term. Even later, most students will be in classes during the day. So please, feel free to use it whenever you like," she assured him.
"Thank you," Harry said, glad that the students were in class so the chance of them seeing him was low.
Draco remained quiet, very aware of the Headmistress' distrust of him. He was relieved when she excused herself to get back to work. He realised he was still holding Harry's hand and wondered what she made of that.
"Let's go to the pitch," Harry said softly, tugging on Draco's hand lightly. He was getting excited about flying again after so long, even if he was a little nervous about doing okay, as well.
Draco smiled again, happily letting Harry lead him to the field. The last time they had both been here, hadn't Harry hit him? He shook his head at the memory.
Harry stopped once they reached the middle of the field and took a deep breath, his eyes closing. If he thought hard enough he could remember the first time being out here in the field, his first game ... his last game.
Draco squeezed Harry's hand and then made his way to one of the benches. "I always did love watching you fly."
"You're not flying with me?" Harry asked, blushing at the other man's words.
"No broom," Draco said, holding his palms up.
"Oh.” Harry looked down at his own and then back up at Draco. "Fly with me."
Draco grinned and cocked his head. "You sure? You can go faster without a second person."
"I want to fly with you, though," Harry said, holding out his hand again. "Please?"
Draco stood up and walked over, gesturing for Harry to mount the broom.
Harry moved the broom around and properly mounted it, getting excited again. "Come on!"
Swinging his leg over, Draco mounted the broom behind Harry and his heart sped up as he put his hands on Harry's hips.
Harry gripped the broom and looked over his shoulder to make sure that Draco was secure before he kicked off the ground, a little shaky at first, but then slowly gaining strength.
Draco wrapped both arms around Harry's waist and hung on, feeling the double excitement of flying and holding his lover.
Harry quickly got the hang of flying with another person on the broom and he grinned, flying as fast as he could around the field. "Wish we had a Snitch!" he laughed.
Smiling, Draco held Harry tightly, relaxing into the feel of the wind in his hair and the other man's body against his own. The Snitch wasn't what he was wanting. Though, if they both had brooms, a one-on-one game would be fun.
Harry didn't know how long he flew around the pitch, or even how many times he did it, but he knew he couldn't stay forever. It wasn't like before when he went to Hogwarts and he could just go back inside and into the Gryffindor boys' dorm. He flew up high above the pitch one last time and stopped, floating there for a moment. "Hold on tight," he said to Draco before he tilted the broom into a dive, grinning the entire way down.
Draco's heart beat fast and he held Harry so tightly it must have hurt a little. It was exhilarating and terrifying. He was used to being in control on a broom, not helpless while they hurtled toward the ground.
Harry waited until it looked like they were about to crash and then gripped the broom, pulling them upright, their feet skimming the grass. Draco's arms were really tight around him and it made Harry laugh softly, knowing that he must have scared Draco.
Draco gasped and then growled in Harry's ear. Yes, he felt frightened and annoyed and, fuck, if it didn't turn him on anyway.
Harry slowly came to a stop and let his feet down, moving to get off the broom, but he couldn't because Draco was still holding him. "You okay?" he asked.
Draco's face was still pressed against the side of Harry's neck. He nipped by way of reply, getting his feet under him but not letting go of Harry.
Harry tilted his head to the side when he felt Draco's nip, guessing that he was okay, but just didn't feel like replying. "That was fun.”
"Yes, exhilarating," Draco finally said, licking the spot now. As tightly as they were pressed together, there was no way Harry couldn't feel how excited flying with him had gotten the blond.
Harry relaxed back against him, letting the broom drop in between their legs. "I can tell you really liked it," he murmured, biting his lip softly and wriggling against the hardness he felt.
Draco moaned, completely oblivious at that moment to the fact that they stood out in the open. He held tight to Harry still, kissing and licking his neck more.
"Draco," Harry whispered, shuddering as he was licked along those sensitive spots.
"Harry," Draco whispered back.
"We're outside," Harry reminded him, still remembering the fact that school was in session.
Draco stilled himself, taking several deep breaths and slowly releasing Harry. "Shower?" he smirked, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry blushed and reached to pick up the broom. "When we get home," he replied.
"Player changing rooms are right here," Draco suggested, heart still beating too fast.
The thought of doing something in such a public place made Harry blush harder. "What if someone comes in?”
"I can Spell the door with a Locking Charm," Draco assured him.
Harry thought about it for a moment more, and then nodded. "Okay, we can go in."
Draco grinned and led the way to the changing rooms. His heart pounded, finding it very exciting to be back here after all. This was the place he best remembered Harry, and he wondered if it helped Harry feel more himself.
Harry looked around as they stepped inside, remembering the times he had been here before and after games. How anxious everyone was before the game, and then happy or sad after, depending on how they had done.
Draco did as he promised, placing the Locking Charm on the door before turning back and beginning to strip.
"What did you want to do?" Harry asked, setting his broom off to the side and beginning to undress as well, laying his clothes over a bench. He was still self-conscious about the way he looked, but he knew Draco didn't find him disgusting at all.
Draco was still hard and he put his hands on his hips. "I thought we were taking a shower," he teased.
"Oh yeah," Harry murmured, blushing slightly. He walked past Draco towards the showers, glancing back at him once with a small smirk on his face.
Draco's arousal bobbed as he walked, making it clear he had a lot more on his mind than simply getting clean. He followed Harry into the shower, still smiling.
Harry turned the shower on, stepping to the side so that he could check the temperature. Once it was warm enough he stepped under it and turned around, holding a hand out for Draco.
Draco's breath caught as he watched the water slide over his lover's body and he happily took his hand, stepping up close so that they both stood under the same spray.
"Imagine if we did this during school," Harry said, sliding his arms around Draco and leaning up to kiss him.
Draco had imagined it many times, back then as well. He blushed and kissed Harry.
Harry kissed Draco softly, moving one hand down and running it over his hip. "How do you want to do this?" he asked against his lips.
So many images flooded Draco's mind, body trembling at Harry's touch. "Do you want to be inside me again?" he asked.
Harry swallowed and then nodded quickly, looking as eager as he felt.
Draco Summoned his wand and, turning to face the wall, he pointed the wand at his own entrance and cast a silent Lubrication Charm. "All yours," he whispered, looking back over his shoulder at Harry.
"Do I need to prepare you?" Harry asked, moving up closer.
Draco hesitated but nodded. "Yes, use your fingers again," he suggested.
Harry moved a hand down and easily slipped a finger inside of Draco, wishing that he could see the look on his face rather than seeing just his back. "Tell me when you're ready,” he whispered, gently moving the finger in and out before pressing another inside.
Draco gasped and moaned, bracing against the tiled wall and spreading himself as far as he could and still stay upright. "Oh, yes," he agreed, looking back at Harry again.
Harry rested his forehead against Draco's back, the fingers gently stretching him. He was used to doing this with him now, and he wasn't as afraid of hurting him. But he was still careful, waiting until he could feel that Draco was relaxed enough before sliding a third finger inside and twisting them just the way Draco liked.
"Yes, Harry, please, more," Draco begged, trembling at how good this felt.
Harry kept twisting his fingers and moving them in and out of Draco, increasing the speed as he went on. "Are you ready yet?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yes, Harry, I want your cock inside me," Draco answered, groaning as he did.
Harry moaned softly at the need in Draco's voice, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself. "Draco," Harry whispered, closing his eyes as he began to press inside.
Draco felt his own muscles stretch and contract as the head of his lover's cock breached him, and then that delicious slide – pain and pleasure mixing as he panted.
Harry waited until he was completely inside of Draco before he paused, kissing the wet skin in front of him. Harry had to admit that he was addicted to this, addicted to Draco and how good it felt to be with him this way.
Draco's cock dripped now with pre-come, his arse clenching around Harry's cock as he stretched him. "Yes, please, Harry, more," he begged.
"More," Harry whispered, moving his hands down to gently grip Draco's hips as he began to thrust, moaning each time his hips rolled.
"Yes, so good," Draco encouraged, arching back into him.
Harry closed his eyes and built up a rhythm, feeling more excited about doing this in here when they could get caught, even with the spell on the door.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, panting and hands slipping on the tiles as he tried to keep himself braced. His cock was jumping with each thrust and he felt himself teetering on the edge.
"Touch yourself," Harry whispered as his hips began to snap more quickly, feeling himself getting close. He would've reached around to do it himself, but he didn't think he could manage it in this position.
Draco lay one forearm elbow-to-hand spread against the wet tiles, using it to brace himself. He then reached to wrap his fingers around his own shaft, moaning louder now.
Harry wondered if they should've put up a Silencing Charm as well, but it was too late for that. They had probably already been heard if anyone were listening. "Close," he gasped, thrusting the hardest he had ever done before.
Draco nodded. He only pulled a couple times on his erection before he cried out, come pumping from his cock and coating the tiles.
Harry could only thrust two more times before he was coming as well, crying out Draco's name. He shuddered and pressed his cheek against Draco's back, swallowing a few times and panting.
Draco reached his hand back to rest on Harry's hip, panting and relaxing as they stood under the warm water with their bodies still pressed together.
Harry sighed softly, stroking Draco's hip gently before he pulled out.
Draco trembled as he turned around, wrapping arms around Harry and kissing him.
Harry kissed him back for a good few minutes, only pulling back when the water began to get a little cold. "Let's go home.”
"Sure," Draco agreed, turning off the water. He smirked as he dried himself. "Thanks for the trip into one of my favourite teen fantasies, Harry."
"Fantasy?" Harry asked, looking a little confused. "What fantasy?"
Draco blushed, grinning. He pulled on his trousers, trying to figure out how to answer that.
Harry watched him curiously as he dried off and dressed, wondering if he were planning on telling him about this fantasy. "When did you have it first?"
Draco felt the blush creep up to his ears. He sighed and nodded his head. "Back in sixth year," he admitted.
"You thought about me back then?" Harry asked, using a spell to dry his hair. "I didn't know.”
Draco nodded, face suddenly serious as he stepped toward Harry. "Yes, I ... did," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," Harry said suddenly, not exactly sure of what he was apologising for.
Draco reached for Harry's chin, tipping it up to look into his eyes. "Why are you sorry? You don't like the idea that I felt something for you then?"
"No, I mean ... you liked me and I was so suspicious of you. I hurt you," Harry murmured.
Draco winced. "I was a prat and doing things I shouldn't have been doing."
"I still hurt you,” Harry whispered, looking down.
"After I broke your nose," Draco reminded him.
"You had a good reason to do that," Harry said softly
"Hardly," Draco drawled, kissing the man's nose now. "I was angry with you and too much of a coward to do what I really wanted to do."
"I was spying, remember," Harry said, looking up at him. "But what would you have wanted to do?"
"This," Draco answered, pulling Harry to him again and kissing him gently.
Harry slid his arms around Draco's neck and kissed him back, wondering if he would've reacted the same way if he had kissed him then. "But instead ... you stomped on my nose," he murmured, laughing softly.
"Yes, foolish confused boy," Draco whispered, petting Harry again now. "It doesn't bother you? Knowing I wanted you then?"
"No, that's in the past," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm glad you told me now, though. I don't know how I would've taken it then. There was so much going on, you remember. Now it's different. I understand it all better."
Draco nodded, still feeling vulnerable and odd to have practically admitted having been in love with Harry since he was fifteen. He nodded and took his hand to lead them from Hogwarts.
***
Draco was quieter than usual as they went home. He put their coats and the broom in the closet and made sure dinner would be ready soon.
Harry went into the living room and sat down in his usual spot, curling up and waiting for Draco to join him. "Next time, you should bring your broom."
Draco sat down on the sofa, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, not surprised to see the plaster was cracked in places. "I don't have a broom," he whispered.
"Well, then we have to get one for you before we go back," Harry said, moving closer. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering what Draco could see that he didn't. "What's wrong?"
Draco sighed and looked back down. He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder and kissed the top of his head.
"You're thinking about something," Harry said softly, having gotten very good at observing things after all those months of not speaking.
Draco grimaced, nodding. "I brood too much, or so I have been told," he admitted.
"Why are you brooding?" Harry asked, sitting up a little. "Was it something I did?”
"I am a different person than I was then. I worked hard to change," Draco said. "I don't want to justify what I did. I want to apologise for it."
"Haven't you already?" Harry asked, tilting his head. "And I've forgiven you. I know you've changed. I've known that since I first saw you in the hospital. Well, maybe not the first day."
"It means a lot to me that you have forgiven me," Draco said, reaching to cup Harry's chin. "You matter more than anyone. You always meant more than anyone else."
Harry just couldn't understand that. "Always? You can't mean that ....”
Draco knew he should stop now, but couldn't seem to help himself. "I was angry back then, but you still mattered. It took me a long time to figure out what it was about you.”
"Then tell me ... what is it about me?" Harry asked, biting his lip and leaning up a little. "I just can't see it yet.”
"A million little things," Draco whispered. "And yet not one of them explains it. Something about you draws me like a plant to sunlight."
"A plant to sunlight," Harry repeated softly, watching Draco closely. He liked the description. It gave him a good visual even without a complete explanation. "I get it.”
"Good," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss him again.
"So I'm your sunlight," Harry whispered against Draco's lips.
"Yes," Draco said, grinning now. "You make me feel warm and happy."
"I'm glad I can do that for you," Harry said quietly, kissing him a few more times. "I really am."
Draco kissed him again and then drew back, waggling his eyebrows. "So I will have to buy a broom and a Snitch. That way I can beat you next time."
"You can't beat me," Harry said, slowly grinning. "You never did before."
"Is that a challenge, Potter?" Draco asked, smirking.
"I'd say it is, Malfoy," Harry replied, poking him in the chest.
"And what does the winner get?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. "Whatever they want!"
"And what would you want?"
"Um ... I'd have to think about it," Harry said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Do you know what you'd want?"
"I have what I want," Draco whispered, kissing Harry's chin. "But, maybe we could go out somewhere, together?"
"Like a date?" Harry asked, blinking at him.
"Yes," Draco answered with a grin.
"I've only ever been on one date before,” Harry murmured, liking the idea of going out with Draco. Even though there'd be people around then, he guessed.
"Will you? Go out with me?" Draco asked, feeling nervous just asking.
"'Course I will," Harry replied softly, smiling a little at Draco.
Chapter Title: Outing
Words: 3760 Words
Draco sat down at the table with the mail and the paper. He smiled at Harry, glad to see how much better the man ate these days.
Harry hadn't noticed that he was almost always finishing his plate of food now, but he did notice that he wasn't getting full as quickly. He didn't like looking at or reading the paper when they were at the table, so he kept to himself, eating and thinking about other various things. Like what they were going to do today, and if it involved a couch or a bed ... he blushed and looked down at his food. He just couldn't seem to get enough of Draco.
Draco caught the blush and his smile widened, arousal stirring just from the look on Harry's face. "So what do you want to do today?" he asked.
Harry shrugged, looking up at Draco. "I don't know," he said, pushing away the empty plate. "Up to you."
"No, actually, it isn't," Draco said. He wanted to encourage more independence from Harry.
"But I don't know," Harry said honestly, running a hand through his hair. His life now revolved around Draco and what they did together. He didn't know what else to do.
"Do you want to go out?" Draco asked.
Harry didn't like the crowds and the people congratulating him, but he guessed he would have to get used to it, or spend the rest of his life in Grimmauld Place. "All right," he said. "Where?"
"Anywhere you like," Draco said casually. Then he cocked his head. "Maybe we could go somewhere for you to fly that Firebolt you bought last month."
Harry perked up at the idea. He had forgotten about the broom. "Really? I'd like that a lot ... but where could we go?"
"There are a few places," Draco said. "Would you want to go to Hogwarts?"
"Hogwarts?” Harry whispered, getting a faraway look in his eye. "Yes ... I miss it there."
"Then that's what we'll do today," Draco said.
***
Draco owled Headmistress McGonagall with Harry's request to fly on Hogwarts’ grounds. The reply was prompt, so by after lunch they were dressed and ready to Apparate to Scotland. This was a big step for Harry, and Draco hoped it would be a good one for him.
"Is school in session yet?" Harry asked once they were ready, wondering if there would be students around.
"Yes," Draco told him, as they stepped outside.
Harry reached for Draco's hand, sighing softly. He reminded himself that it was something he'd have to learn to deal with.
Draco Apparated them to the gate of Hogwarts. He shivered for a minute. He had been so focused on the other man that Draco had forgotten he hadn't been back to Hogwarts since that night on the tower at the end of sixth year. He found his eyes drawn to that spot, almost as if he would see Dumbledore falling from it still.
Harry remembered the last time he was here. Dumbledore's funeral. He looked off toward the tomb of his mentor. He squeezed Draco's hand and stepped closer to him, wondering if coming here was really a good idea or not.
Harry's movement brought Draco out of his own memories and back to the present. He returned the squeeze and began walking up the path. He saw McGonagall waiting for them on the steps of Hogwarts.
"Professor," Harry said softly, nodding at her before looking down.
"Mr Potter ... Harry, it's so good to see you," she said warmly and then nodded to Draco, seeming less sure of how to greet him. "Mr Malfoy."
Draco nodded in return but didn't speak. He really didn't know what the appropriate thing to say to her was and didn't want Harry's outing spoiled by any anger she probably felt toward him.
"It's good to see you again, too," Harry said, glancing back up at her. "Thank you for letting me come back.”
"Well, you are always welcome here, Harry. And the pitch isn't in use yet this early in the term. Even later, most students will be in classes during the day. So please, feel free to use it whenever you like," she assured him.
"Thank you," Harry said, glad that the students were in class so the chance of them seeing him was low.
Draco remained quiet, very aware of the Headmistress' distrust of him. He was relieved when she excused herself to get back to work. He realised he was still holding Harry's hand and wondered what she made of that.
"Let's go to the pitch," Harry said softly, tugging on Draco's hand lightly. He was getting excited about flying again after so long, even if he was a little nervous about doing okay, as well.
Draco smiled again, happily letting Harry lead him to the field. The last time they had both been here, hadn't Harry hit him? He shook his head at the memory.
Harry stopped once they reached the middle of the field and took a deep breath, his eyes closing. If he thought hard enough he could remember the first time being out here in the field, his first game ... his last game.
Draco squeezed Harry's hand and then made his way to one of the benches. "I always did love watching you fly."
"You're not flying with me?" Harry asked, blushing at the other man's words.
"No broom," Draco said, holding his palms up.
"Oh.” Harry looked down at his own and then back up at Draco. "Fly with me."
Draco grinned and cocked his head. "You sure? You can go faster without a second person."
"I want to fly with you, though," Harry said, holding out his hand again. "Please?"
Draco stood up and walked over, gesturing for Harry to mount the broom.
Harry moved the broom around and properly mounted it, getting excited again. "Come on!"
Swinging his leg over, Draco mounted the broom behind Harry and his heart sped up as he put his hands on Harry's hips.
Harry gripped the broom and looked over his shoulder to make sure that Draco was secure before he kicked off the ground, a little shaky at first, but then slowly gaining strength.
Draco wrapped both arms around Harry's waist and hung on, feeling the double excitement of flying and holding his lover.
Harry quickly got the hang of flying with another person on the broom and he grinned, flying as fast as he could around the field. "Wish we had a Snitch!" he laughed.
Smiling, Draco held Harry tightly, relaxing into the feel of the wind in his hair and the other man's body against his own. The Snitch wasn't what he was wanting. Though, if they both had brooms, a one-on-one game would be fun.
Harry didn't know how long he flew around the pitch, or even how many times he did it, but he knew he couldn't stay forever. It wasn't like before when he went to Hogwarts and he could just go back inside and into the Gryffindor boys' dorm. He flew up high above the pitch one last time and stopped, floating there for a moment. "Hold on tight," he said to Draco before he tilted the broom into a dive, grinning the entire way down.
Draco's heart beat fast and he held Harry so tightly it must have hurt a little. It was exhilarating and terrifying. He was used to being in control on a broom, not helpless while they hurtled toward the ground.
Harry waited until it looked like they were about to crash and then gripped the broom, pulling them upright, their feet skimming the grass. Draco's arms were really tight around him and it made Harry laugh softly, knowing that he must have scared Draco.
Draco gasped and then growled in Harry's ear. Yes, he felt frightened and annoyed and, fuck, if it didn't turn him on anyway.
Harry slowly came to a stop and let his feet down, moving to get off the broom, but he couldn't because Draco was still holding him. "You okay?" he asked.
Draco's face was still pressed against the side of Harry's neck. He nipped by way of reply, getting his feet under him but not letting go of Harry.
Harry tilted his head to the side when he felt Draco's nip, guessing that he was okay, but just didn't feel like replying. "That was fun.”
"Yes, exhilarating," Draco finally said, licking the spot now. As tightly as they were pressed together, there was no way Harry couldn't feel how excited flying with him had gotten the blond.
Harry relaxed back against him, letting the broom drop in between their legs. "I can tell you really liked it," he murmured, biting his lip softly and wriggling against the hardness he felt.
Draco moaned, completely oblivious at that moment to the fact that they stood out in the open. He held tight to Harry still, kissing and licking his neck more.
"Draco," Harry whispered, shuddering as he was licked along those sensitive spots.
"Harry," Draco whispered back.
"We're outside," Harry reminded him, still remembering the fact that school was in session.
Draco stilled himself, taking several deep breaths and slowly releasing Harry. "Shower?" he smirked, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry blushed and reached to pick up the broom. "When we get home," he replied.
"Player changing rooms are right here," Draco suggested, heart still beating too fast.
The thought of doing something in such a public place made Harry blush harder. "What if someone comes in?”
"I can Spell the door with a Locking Charm," Draco assured him.
Harry thought about it for a moment more, and then nodded. "Okay, we can go in."
Draco grinned and led the way to the changing rooms. His heart pounded, finding it very exciting to be back here after all. This was the place he best remembered Harry, and he wondered if it helped Harry feel more himself.
Harry looked around as they stepped inside, remembering the times he had been here before and after games. How anxious everyone was before the game, and then happy or sad after, depending on how they had done.
Draco did as he promised, placing the Locking Charm on the door before turning back and beginning to strip.
"What did you want to do?" Harry asked, setting his broom off to the side and beginning to undress as well, laying his clothes over a bench. He was still self-conscious about the way he looked, but he knew Draco didn't find him disgusting at all.
Draco was still hard and he put his hands on his hips. "I thought we were taking a shower," he teased.
"Oh yeah," Harry murmured, blushing slightly. He walked past Draco towards the showers, glancing back at him once with a small smirk on his face.
Draco's arousal bobbed as he walked, making it clear he had a lot more on his mind than simply getting clean. He followed Harry into the shower, still smiling.
Harry turned the shower on, stepping to the side so that he could check the temperature. Once it was warm enough he stepped under it and turned around, holding a hand out for Draco.
Draco's breath caught as he watched the water slide over his lover's body and he happily took his hand, stepping up close so that they both stood under the same spray.
"Imagine if we did this during school," Harry said, sliding his arms around Draco and leaning up to kiss him.
Draco had imagined it many times, back then as well. He blushed and kissed Harry.
Harry kissed Draco softly, moving one hand down and running it over his hip. "How do you want to do this?" he asked against his lips.
So many images flooded Draco's mind, body trembling at Harry's touch. "Do you want to be inside me again?" he asked.
Harry swallowed and then nodded quickly, looking as eager as he felt.
Draco Summoned his wand and, turning to face the wall, he pointed the wand at his own entrance and cast a silent Lubrication Charm. "All yours," he whispered, looking back over his shoulder at Harry.
"Do I need to prepare you?" Harry asked, moving up closer.
Draco hesitated but nodded. "Yes, use your fingers again," he suggested.
Harry moved a hand down and easily slipped a finger inside of Draco, wishing that he could see the look on his face rather than seeing just his back. "Tell me when you're ready,” he whispered, gently moving the finger in and out before pressing another inside.
Draco gasped and moaned, bracing against the tiled wall and spreading himself as far as he could and still stay upright. "Oh, yes," he agreed, looking back at Harry again.
Harry rested his forehead against Draco's back, the fingers gently stretching him. He was used to doing this with him now, and he wasn't as afraid of hurting him. But he was still careful, waiting until he could feel that Draco was relaxed enough before sliding a third finger inside and twisting them just the way Draco liked.
"Yes, Harry, please, more," Draco begged, trembling at how good this felt.
Harry kept twisting his fingers and moving them in and out of Draco, increasing the speed as he went on. "Are you ready yet?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yes, Harry, I want your cock inside me," Draco answered, groaning as he did.
Harry moaned softly at the need in Draco's voice, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself. "Draco," Harry whispered, closing his eyes as he began to press inside.
Draco felt his own muscles stretch and contract as the head of his lover's cock breached him, and then that delicious slide – pain and pleasure mixing as he panted.
Harry waited until he was completely inside of Draco before he paused, kissing the wet skin in front of him. Harry had to admit that he was addicted to this, addicted to Draco and how good it felt to be with him this way.
Draco's cock dripped now with pre-come, his arse clenching around Harry's cock as he stretched him. "Yes, please, Harry, more," he begged.
"More," Harry whispered, moving his hands down to gently grip Draco's hips as he began to thrust, moaning each time his hips rolled.
"Yes, so good," Draco encouraged, arching back into him.
Harry closed his eyes and built up a rhythm, feeling more excited about doing this in here when they could get caught, even with the spell on the door.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, panting and hands slipping on the tiles as he tried to keep himself braced. His cock was jumping with each thrust and he felt himself teetering on the edge.
"Touch yourself," Harry whispered as his hips began to snap more quickly, feeling himself getting close. He would've reached around to do it himself, but he didn't think he could manage it in this position.
Draco lay one forearm elbow-to-hand spread against the wet tiles, using it to brace himself. He then reached to wrap his fingers around his own shaft, moaning louder now.
Harry wondered if they should've put up a Silencing Charm as well, but it was too late for that. They had probably already been heard if anyone were listening. "Close," he gasped, thrusting the hardest he had ever done before.
Draco nodded. He only pulled a couple times on his erection before he cried out, come pumping from his cock and coating the tiles.
Harry could only thrust two more times before he was coming as well, crying out Draco's name. He shuddered and pressed his cheek against Draco's back, swallowing a few times and panting.
Draco reached his hand back to rest on Harry's hip, panting and relaxing as they stood under the warm water with their bodies still pressed together.
Harry sighed softly, stroking Draco's hip gently before he pulled out.
Draco trembled as he turned around, wrapping arms around Harry and kissing him.
Harry kissed him back for a good few minutes, only pulling back when the water began to get a little cold. "Let's go home.”
"Sure," Draco agreed, turning off the water. He smirked as he dried himself. "Thanks for the trip into one of my favourite teen fantasies, Harry."
"Fantasy?" Harry asked, looking a little confused. "What fantasy?"
Draco blushed, grinning. He pulled on his trousers, trying to figure out how to answer that.
Harry watched him curiously as he dried off and dressed, wondering if he were planning on telling him about this fantasy. "When did you have it first?"
Draco felt the blush creep up to his ears. He sighed and nodded his head. "Back in sixth year," he admitted.
"You thought about me back then?" Harry asked, using a spell to dry his hair. "I didn't know.”
Draco nodded, face suddenly serious as he stepped toward Harry. "Yes, I ... did," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," Harry said suddenly, not exactly sure of what he was apologising for.
Draco reached for Harry's chin, tipping it up to look into his eyes. "Why are you sorry? You don't like the idea that I felt something for you then?"
"No, I mean ... you liked me and I was so suspicious of you. I hurt you," Harry murmured.
Draco winced. "I was a prat and doing things I shouldn't have been doing."
"I still hurt you,” Harry whispered, looking down.
"After I broke your nose," Draco reminded him.
"You had a good reason to do that," Harry said softly
"Hardly," Draco drawled, kissing the man's nose now. "I was angry with you and too much of a coward to do what I really wanted to do."
"I was spying, remember," Harry said, looking up at him. "But what would you have wanted to do?"
"This," Draco answered, pulling Harry to him again and kissing him gently.
Harry slid his arms around Draco's neck and kissed him back, wondering if he would've reacted the same way if he had kissed him then. "But instead ... you stomped on my nose," he murmured, laughing softly.
"Yes, foolish confused boy," Draco whispered, petting Harry again now. "It doesn't bother you? Knowing I wanted you then?"
"No, that's in the past," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm glad you told me now, though. I don't know how I would've taken it then. There was so much going on, you remember. Now it's different. I understand it all better."
Draco nodded, still feeling vulnerable and odd to have practically admitted having been in love with Harry since he was fifteen. He nodded and took his hand to lead them from Hogwarts.
***
Draco was quieter than usual as they went home. He put their coats and the broom in the closet and made sure dinner would be ready soon.
Harry went into the living room and sat down in his usual spot, curling up and waiting for Draco to join him. "Next time, you should bring your broom."
Draco sat down on the sofa, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, not surprised to see the plaster was cracked in places. "I don't have a broom," he whispered.
"Well, then we have to get one for you before we go back," Harry said, moving closer. He looked up at the ceiling, wondering what Draco could see that he didn't. "What's wrong?"
Draco sighed and looked back down. He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder and kissed the top of his head.
"You're thinking about something," Harry said softly, having gotten very good at observing things after all those months of not speaking.
Draco grimaced, nodding. "I brood too much, or so I have been told," he admitted.
"Why are you brooding?" Harry asked, sitting up a little. "Was it something I did?”
"I am a different person than I was then. I worked hard to change," Draco said. "I don't want to justify what I did. I want to apologise for it."
"Haven't you already?" Harry asked, tilting his head. "And I've forgiven you. I know you've changed. I've known that since I first saw you in the hospital. Well, maybe not the first day."
"It means a lot to me that you have forgiven me," Draco said, reaching to cup Harry's chin. "You matter more than anyone. You always meant more than anyone else."
Harry just couldn't understand that. "Always? You can't mean that ....”
Draco knew he should stop now, but couldn't seem to help himself. "I was angry back then, but you still mattered. It took me a long time to figure out what it was about you.”
"Then tell me ... what is it about me?" Harry asked, biting his lip and leaning up a little. "I just can't see it yet.”
"A million little things," Draco whispered. "And yet not one of them explains it. Something about you draws me like a plant to sunlight."
"A plant to sunlight," Harry repeated softly, watching Draco closely. He liked the description. It gave him a good visual even without a complete explanation. "I get it.”
"Good," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss him again.
"So I'm your sunlight," Harry whispered against Draco's lips.
"Yes," Draco said, grinning now. "You make me feel warm and happy."
"I'm glad I can do that for you," Harry said quietly, kissing him a few more times. "I really am."
Draco kissed him again and then drew back, waggling his eyebrows. "So I will have to buy a broom and a Snitch. That way I can beat you next time."
"You can't beat me," Harry said, slowly grinning. "You never did before."
"Is that a challenge, Potter?" Draco asked, smirking.
"I'd say it is, Malfoy," Harry replied, poking him in the chest.
"And what does the winner get?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. "Whatever they want!"
"And what would you want?"
"Um ... I'd have to think about it," Harry said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Do you know what you'd want?"
"I have what I want," Draco whispered, kissing Harry's chin. "But, maybe we could go out somewhere, together?"
"Like a date?" Harry asked, blinking at him.
"Yes," Draco answered with a grin.
"I've only ever been on one date before,” Harry murmured, liking the idea of going out with Draco. Even though there'd be people around then, he guessed.
"Will you? Go out with me?" Draco asked, feeling nervous just asking.
"'Course I will," Harry replied softly, smiling a little at Draco.