A Love So Belated
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Chapter 29: Difficult Dinner
Chapter Number/Total: 29/44
Chapter Title: Difficult Dinner
Words: 4127 Words
Harry didn't know why he felt nervous about going to see Narcissa Malfoy for dinner. He'd had dinner with her at the Manor dozens of times - of course, not as the man with whom her son was living. Harry wasn't actually afraid of her, but he was afraid of what her reactions might do to Draco's resolve, and, well, it would be nice for his boyfriend's mother to actually like him. Though he did know that was certainly asking something. It was Narcissa Malfoy, and that was enough of a reason for her not to like Harry.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror in defeat, as he was utterly finished trying to make his hair lay flat. He wondered if that bothered her - that he always looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. He just couldn't help it.
"Harry," Draco called from the bedroom. "I don't want to be late."
Harry looked out the door and then back to the mirror, sighing. "You are hopeless," he told his reflection. He walked out into the hallway and leaned in the doorway of the bedroom.
Draco smiled up at him from where he was seated in a chair, tying his shoes. "Ready?"
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I guess," he said, raising his arm to mess with the cuff of his sleeve.
Draco rolled his eyes as he got up and inspected said sleeve. "You look fine."
Harry shrugged again. "I look like I always do."
That made Draco grin and lean in to kiss him.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but kissed Draco back. "You look good though," he observed.
"You can show me how good later," Draco whispered, and then pulled back and smiled almost angelically. "Time to go."
Harry shook his head at Draco. "You are evil," he said with a bit of a smile.
Draco smirked, took his lover's hand and led them out of the house. Soon they had Apparated to the Manor and were taking the snowy walk up to the house. Rusty met them at the door to take their cloaks.
Harry handed his cloak to the elf and looked down the corridor warily. He didn't have to wait long before Narcissa came into view.
She smiled, but Harry did think he saw maybe a little resentment in her eyes when she looked at him. "Darling," she said to Draco, hugging him and kissing his forehead. "Harry," she said, turning to him next. They shook hands lightly as usual.
Draco smiled and pretended like he didn't notice how awkward they were. "Mother, thanks for having us," he said.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes amusedly. "Goodness, Draco, you've only been gone a few days." She turned and began down the corridor again, obviously expecting them to follow. "Dinner is ready and only needs to be served," she said, leading them into the dining room and taking her usual seat at one side of the - too long, Harry thought - table.
The other two places had been set up facing each other on either side of her. Draco nodded to Harry and took one of the seats.
Harry sat in the chair on Narcissa's left, and all three were quiet as Rusty came in and served them their food. Once the elf was gone though, Narcissa carefully began conversation.
"So, how has the new arrangement been?" she asked. Harry didn't know if she was asking both of them.
Draco nodded to Harry, letting him know to answer.
"Oh, erm, well, I like it quite a lot," Harry said, and then flushed slightly.
"Well, I would hope so," Narcissa replied. "You are the one who asked him, did you not?"
Harry picked up his fork and looked down at his plate. "Yeah," he said.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his mother and sighed. "It works very well," he told her. "Though I will need to convert one of the rooms into a potions lab so I can continue my work."
"You don't mind that, do you, Harry?" Narcissa asked.
Harry looked back up at her. "No, not at all," he said. "There are a lot of rooms that don't get used."
She nodded, eating silently for a moment. "So, this relationship is serious between the both of you?"
Harry flushed slightly again. "Serious for me," he said, nodding.
Draco smiled at his lover. "Yes," he answered, even the simple words making him feel happy.
Narcissa looked at Draco and there might have been a twitch of a smile, but she took a bite of potatoes to cover it. "You've both thought about this then? The bad even?"
Harry frowned slightly. "The bad?"
"Well, certainly," Narcissa continued. "You do remember your own standing in the eyes of the wizarding world?"
"Yes."
"There hasn't been anything in The Daily Prophet yet," she continued, "but there will be. You won't back out?"
"No," Harry answered firmly, frowning a little more. "Of course not."
"We know that most people won't appreciate Harry being involved with a man, let alone me, Mother," Draco added.
She frowned a little now at Draco's words, but didn't contradict him. "How does your ... how is everyone you know taking this?" she asked Harry.
"Um, well, I haven't talked to them in a few days," he answered. He had no idea if Ginny had told anyone. The thought of it made him feel almost ill. He'd been thinking of it a lot in the three days that had passed since breaking up with Ginny, wondering if the Weasleys all hated him now, though something told him that they still didn't know; Ron hadn't yet shown up to beat the piss out of him.
"Harry has only recently broken it off with the Weasley girl, Mother," Draco explained in a soothing voice. "We felt it might be more appropriate to wait a bit before informing others."
Harry looked up again at that. "The Weasley girl." It sounded like a creature. Harry sighed.
"Oh," Narcissa said. "You did break it off with her then?"
"Yes," Harry answered shortly, not meaning to be rude, though he knew it probably sounded that way.
Narcissa arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you regret it?"
"No," Harry said quickly. "I want to be with Draco and not with her, but I hurt her, and she is still important to me. That entire family is very important to me. I only regret not telling her sooner."
Narcissa still looked suspicious of him as she took a sip of her wine.
"Mother, Harry is actually risking friendships that are important to him to be with me," Draco admonished her.
Harry looked over at her. "And it's worth it," he said. "Mrs Malfoy, I do love your son," he said firmly.
She raised both her eyebrows then. "Yes," she said quietly. "He's told me."
Harry nodded, taking a bite of his own food.
Draco wished he was sitting next to Harry so he could touch or reassure him in some way.
"Harry," Narcissa said after a moment, "I do not doubt that you love Draco." She sighed. "I suppose it's rather obvious actually. The thing is, and I'm sure you must know this, he is a pure-blood wizard and the last of the Malfoy line. Now, he will not be forced to marry or to have a child - he knows this - though that is ... I suppose, what his father and I expected - he knows this as well. I think it's safe to say that many parents expect this of their children, as it is part of carrying on the pure-blood tradition, and there is added pressure on Draco with him being in the position that he is. Now, unless I'm very mistaken, he will not be able to produce a child with you, which means - if this relationship is as serious as you both say it is - the Malfoy name will die with him. Once again, he will not be forced to marry. His father and I do not want that, but you must understand the ... difficulties this presents. Mr Malfoy, as I'm sure you have probably figured out on your own, will be very displeased."
Harry sat staring at her. "Erm, well, yes, I thought ... um ... that," he said after a moment.
"Mother, do we have to talk about his now?" Draco asked in a pained voice.
She looked at him. "When would you like to talk about it, Draco?" she asked, giving him a look that was both innocent and challenging at the same time.
"So, Mother, how have you been?" Draco said with a smile.
She rolled her eyes at him, but did change the subject. Harry was relieved.
"I have been just fine," she replied. "I've just given a large amount of money to St Mungo's and to the new portrait gallery they're building in London."
Harry knew about that gallery. Portraits were being made for those fallen in the war, even from the first war - well, the first half of it really. Fred, Remus, Tonks - even his parents. It was going to be a sort of memorial. He smiled at Narcissa. "I gave some money to that, too," he said. "The gallery."
Draco nodded, realising how many of the important people in Harry's life would be represented there. "It sounds like an important project. Do you know when it will be complete?"
"It has been costing many Galleons to pay all of the people working on it," said Narcissa.
Harry nodded. "It's taking loads of charm work to keep the Muggles away."
"And the builders need to be paid as well," Narcissa added. "It's really quite expensive."
"Very expensive," Harry agreed. "But it's being completely paid for by donations. Could take quite a while, depending on the weather and the Muggles."
Draco sat back and tried to keep the smug smile off his face once Narcissa and Harry got into talking about the details of the project.
Harry was surprised to find that that Narcissa had actually given to quite a few things he had also supported. They managed to keep the conversation on the various charities and causes all through the meal and into dessert.
"But I am really looking forward to the gallery," Harry said, taking one of the last bites of his pie. "I really want to take my godson up there when it's finished."
Narcissa looked up a little sharply. "Yes, his parents' portraits will be there, won't they?"
Harry nodded.
"Maybe we could all go together," Draco suggested.
"His grandmother won't want to take him?" Narcissa asked.
"I imagine she'll go," Harry answered. "Her husband's portrait will be there as well."
"And you will want to be at the opening too, won't you, Mother?" Draco asked.
"Well, yes, I had planned on going," Narcissa answered.
"Well, Draco can go with me if he wants to," said Harry. "And we'll pick up Teddy and Andromeda. We could see you up there."
Narcissa seemed to be thinking about it as she patted her lips with her napkin.
"We will have Teddy again this week," Draco said, his delight at this fact clear.
Narcissa glanced at him, arching an eyebrow only slightly.
Harry smiled and she looked back to him. "You have him often?" she asked.
He nodded. "Just about every week," he said. "Sometimes more."
"Does Andromeda know that Draco lives with you?"
"Well, no, no one does yet," Harry answered, looking down for a moment. "But she knows Draco's my friend. She and Teddy were at my house for Christmas."
"Ah," said Narcissa.
Draco met his mother's eyes. "Teddy likes me," he said. "And he is my cousin."
"Yes, I know that," she nodded. "He likes you?"
"He likes him a lot," Harry answered for Draco. "Hardly leaves him alone."
"And I think he is going to have strong magical talent," Draco added.
"He already does if you ask me," said Harry. "What he has is rare. Andromeda said that with ... Tonks gone, Teddy's one of three Metamorphmagi in Britain."
"Impressive," Narcissa said with a stiff nod.
"And one of the very small number of children to have ever been fathered by a werewolf," Harry added, watching her.
She obviously couldn't help it. Her nose wrinkled the slightest bit. "Yes," she said.
Draco frowned at Harry. He didn't want his mother reminded of that. "Maybe we could bring him over here to play again," he suggested.
Harry nodded, still watching Narcissa.
"Well," she said, "if you like."
Draco grinned in triumph and began to eat again.
***
Well, dinner with Narcissa hadn't been completely terrible, Harry thought as he opened the front door and led Draco through it. Not enjoyable per se, but not bad. At least they had small things in common.
Draco had spent the previous half hour completely distracted by thoughts of what he would like to do to Harry when they got home. They barely made it through the door before he reached for him, kissing him.
Harry smiled at the pleasant surprise of the kiss, and kissed back. "What was that for?" he asked.
Draco didn't let go, backing Harry up against the door and nipping at his chin. "For everything," he whispered.
Harry hummed lowly, feeling his arousal rising. He was struck by how strong his feelings were for Draco, and how overwhelming they could be sometimes, and how Draco could turn him into a bloody girl when he said things like that.
Draco kissed him again, this time nipping at his lips as he pressed a knee between Harry's legs.
Harry groaned quietly, grasping Draco's cloak tightly to pull him forward and, consequently, up against him.
Draco pressed his lips to Harry's, tracing the outside of the other man's mouth with his tongue as one hand slid down Harry's side to his hip and the other cupped the back of his head.
"Yes, baby," Harry whispered, gently and barely touching Draco's tongue with his own.
Kissing Harry was intoxicating. Draco found himself practically dizzy with his desire when he tasted the other man. He rocked his body against Harry's, letting him feel how much he wanted him.
Harry pressed his crotch into Draco's, slipping hands down to grasp Draco's arse through his trousers. "Fucking love your cock," he whispered. "Fucking love the way it feels against me."
"Yes, perfect," Draco nearly purred as he kissed his way up Harry's jaw to his ear and then nipped at the lobe. "I want you, here and now."
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, licking slowly along Draco's jaw. "Want your cock in my arse, fucking me so good."
The way Harry talked when he got turned on was as arousing as it was shocking sometimes. Draco felt the thrill down his spine and slid his hand between their bodies, trying to get the man's trousers open.
Harry brought his own hands up and unfastened Draco's cloak, letting it fall to the floor, before moving down to work on Draco's trousers as well. They were really the most important article of clothing after all, hiding that glorious piece of flesh.
Draco had to release Harry's neck, and, joining him in fumbling with their clothes, he pushed the man's cloak from his shoulders and then unfastened his trousers. He slid one hand inside both trousers and pants, moaning in delight as his fingers caressed his lover's shaft. His other hand pushed up Harry's shirt, delighting in the feel of the hair and skin on his lover's belly and chest.
Harry gasped, standing flushed and panting and feeling so fucking good. He raised his arms up over his head, staring at Draco through heavy eyelids.
Draco stripped Harry's shirt, tossing it carelessly aside. His fingers wrapped around Harry's cock as his mouth worked its way down his neck, nipping and sucking.
"Yes," Harry hissed, feeling the sparks of pleasure accompanying Draco's perfect pink lips on his skin, his oddly attractive hands on his throbbing cock. He continued to fumble with Draco's trousers, relieved when he'd finally managed to unfasten the frustrating clothing.
Draco's cock was so hard it was straining the tailored slacks and he sucked in a breath of relief as Harry managed to open them. He licked along the man's collarbone and then bent his head to take a dark nipple into his mouth.
Harry gasped again and arched forward. Oh, he adored Draco. More than adored him. He tugged on Draco's trousers, letting them fall, and then reached inside his boxers with one hand, as the other worked on pulling them down.
Draco sucked on Harry's nipple, using a bit of teeth as he did. He slid his hand down his lover's body and under the waistbands of his trousers and shorts, then released his cock to push them both down over his lover's hips.
Harry sighed with the movement, nodding as if to encourage as he pulled Draco's shaft.
Draco huffed in amusement at the image they must have made, both of them still wearing their shoes and socks, trousers pooled around their ankles. He released his lover's nipple with a loud pop and then lifted his head to look into his eyes. "I want to bend you over the banister of those stairs," he told him, voice hoarse with his need.
Harry's eyes darkened. "Mmmm," he moaned deeply in arousal, and then slid his cheek along Draco's, gently biting his earlobe before he whispered. "And I want you to eat my arse."
"Delightful," Draco gasped, his cock in his lover's hand twitching in response as well.
"Fuck, yes," Harry whispered, tonguing Draco's ear and then releasing his cock. He struggled to get out of the rest of his clothes, eager to be bent over whatever Draco wanted to bend him over.
Draco was panting as he drew back and kicked off his own shoes and trousers, then bent to strip off his socks as well. His eyes were so focused on Harry that he nearly stumbled.
Harry was in a particularly nice and dirty mood; that, or he was just very turned on. Probably both. He licked his lips suggestively. "Can't wait to have your tongue between my spread arsecheeks, can you?" he asked in a near drawl, cock twitching as he delighted in Draco's undivided and lustful attention.
Draco's eyes widened and he licked his lips before he even thought about it. "Yes, grab the rail, spread your legs and hold on," he said with a grin.
Harry grinned as well, rushing - and probably looking like a big idiot with his hard cock swaying - to the stairs. He straddled a few steps, one knee bent so that he could spread himself as wide as possible.
Draco shivered at the image. He stepped up too, reaching both hands up to Harry's shoulders and then gliding them slowly down his lover's back.
Harry arched into the touch, moaning quietly. "Mmm, baby, your tongue's gonna feel so good." He made sure to push his arse out, his back curving.
Draco loved hearing Harry beg for him like this and he loved teasing him. His hands cupped his lover's arse, kneading the flesh as he got to one knee behind him. "You want me that much?" he whispered, still amazed by it.
"Yes," Harry told him, half incredulous with the question.
Draco's fingers gripped his lover's arsecheeks, spreading them, and he leaned in to run his tongue up that crevice.
Harry groaned, his cock twitching and leaking as he pressed back into Draco's face.
"Yes, so eager," Draco whispered and then used the tip of his tongue to trace that tight circle, feeling Harry's body straining under his hands.
"Because you're so fucking good," Harry growled in return.
Draco shivered again and pressed his face between those cheeks in earnest now, lips around the hole as he licked in a circle.
Harry drew in a sharp breath, whimpering in pleasure. He knew he would be able to come like this, without touching himself, just Draco's hot, sweet, brilliant tongue up his arse. Oh, but he wanted his cock. Not yet though. No, first he wanted to to be licked and sucked until he was begging.
Draco loved those sounds. They seemed to go straight to his cock, making it twitch and leak more fluid. He pressed his tongue into his lover's hole now, wiggling to get the tip inside that ring.
"Oh, baby, fuck yes," Harry gasped, his cock bobbing below him. "Feels so fucking good. Want you so much." Merlin, he was babbling already? Oh, he adored Draco. He'd already thought that, hadn't he?
The blond wiggled his tongue more, sliding it in and out of his lover's hole as his fingers continued to knead the firm flesh of Harry's arse.
Harry arched yet again. "Want you," he repeated, sweating now. "Want you inside me."
Draco wondered how long his lover would let him do this before he couldn't take it any longer. His own cock was so hard it nearly hurt but he increased the pace of his tongue thrusts.
Harry cried out loudly, so loudly that he set Mrs Black's portrait off. He didn't care. He continued pressing his arse back, wanting more. "Fuck me, Draco," he gasped. "Come on, baby, fuck!"
Draco chuckled darkly, rolling his eyes as the portrait and Harry both yelled. He pulled back and looked up at Harry. "Lube?" he asked, not knowing where the nearest jar was.
Harry didn't know if he had enough patience for lube. "Can't you just do it?" he whined.
Draco's cock was pretty slick with pre-come or he might have insisted on lube. He got to his feet and pressed himself against his lover, lining up his cock as well. He rubbed the head against Harry's opening, making sure to slick it that way and then pressed forward.
Harry hissed in pleasure. True, he did feel more of a burn, but he wanted Draco in him. "Yes," he breathed, probably too quietly with Mrs Black's screams echoing around them.
"Oh, yes!" Draco gasped, thinking he must be a real pervert to be enjoying fucking Harry with Mrs Black's portrait shouting in the background. He continued to slide into him until he was pressed against his arse.
Harry clenched around him purposefully, smirking over his shoulder. "Fuck my arse, Draco."
"Yes, fucking you," Draco growled and then took hold of both his lover's hips and began to move. "Hold on," he warned.
Harry shivered at that, gripping the railing harder in both hands.
Draco let himself go, pulling back and slamming forward into his lover. With no lube it was almost too much friction but it sent shivers up his spine and he found himself growling with it.
Harry cried out loudly again. The warning in Draco's voice certainly hadn't been a lie. "Fuck!" he shouted, panting.
Draco was panting as his hips slammed forward, fucking his lover hard and deep. "This ... what ... you ... want?" he gasped.
Harry wasn't sure if could compose his thoughts enough to answer. "Yes," he finally managed, his voice shaky with lust and sensation.
Draco was getting really close now and his rhythm was faltering. "Can you ..." he gasped, having trouble finishing the sentence.
Just a little more, a little more, Harry thought, knowing that if he touched his cock he would come. He wanted to feel Draco's orgasm inside him first. "What?" he gasped.
Draco couldn't speak, crying out as he slammed into Harry and came, back arching.
"Yesss," Harry groaned, clenching his arse again before he let go of the railing with one hand and reached down to bring himself off.
Draco's fingers still held Harry's hips, digging in as he pressed against his back, shuddering. "Oh, baby," he gasped.
God, those words were so beautiful leaving Draco's mouth. Harry nodded like he had before, taking heavy unsteady breaths.
Draco nuzzled the back of Harry's head, pressing his against his lover's thick hair.
Harry sighed, but after a few moments, the portrait's screeches of, "Foul, disgusting, abominable freaks!" were growing quite old. He shifted a bit under Draco's weight.
Draco gasped again as he pulled back, slipping from his lover's body. He stood for another moment to admire the view.
Harry smirked over his shoulder again. "Pretty, isn't it?" he teased before getting gingerly to his feet, still holding the railing.
"Fantastic," Draco agreed and gave his lover's arse a swat.
Harry snorted, turning to wrap his arms loosely about Draco's neck. "What do you say we shut her up and then I make your arse feel as delicious as mine does?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, kissing his lover before turning to tackle the curtains.
Chapter Title: Difficult Dinner
Words: 4127 Words
Harry didn't know why he felt nervous about going to see Narcissa Malfoy for dinner. He'd had dinner with her at the Manor dozens of times - of course, not as the man with whom her son was living. Harry wasn't actually afraid of her, but he was afraid of what her reactions might do to Draco's resolve, and, well, it would be nice for his boyfriend's mother to actually like him. Though he did know that was certainly asking something. It was Narcissa Malfoy, and that was enough of a reason for her not to like Harry.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror in defeat, as he was utterly finished trying to make his hair lay flat. He wondered if that bothered her - that he always looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. He just couldn't help it.
"Harry," Draco called from the bedroom. "I don't want to be late."
Harry looked out the door and then back to the mirror, sighing. "You are hopeless," he told his reflection. He walked out into the hallway and leaned in the doorway of the bedroom.
Draco smiled up at him from where he was seated in a chair, tying his shoes. "Ready?"
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I guess," he said, raising his arm to mess with the cuff of his sleeve.
Draco rolled his eyes as he got up and inspected said sleeve. "You look fine."
Harry shrugged again. "I look like I always do."
That made Draco grin and lean in to kiss him.
Harry raised an eyebrow, but kissed Draco back. "You look good though," he observed.
"You can show me how good later," Draco whispered, and then pulled back and smiled almost angelically. "Time to go."
Harry shook his head at Draco. "You are evil," he said with a bit of a smile.
Draco smirked, took his lover's hand and led them out of the house. Soon they had Apparated to the Manor and were taking the snowy walk up to the house. Rusty met them at the door to take their cloaks.
Harry handed his cloak to the elf and looked down the corridor warily. He didn't have to wait long before Narcissa came into view.
She smiled, but Harry did think he saw maybe a little resentment in her eyes when she looked at him. "Darling," she said to Draco, hugging him and kissing his forehead. "Harry," she said, turning to him next. They shook hands lightly as usual.
Draco smiled and pretended like he didn't notice how awkward they were. "Mother, thanks for having us," he said.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes amusedly. "Goodness, Draco, you've only been gone a few days." She turned and began down the corridor again, obviously expecting them to follow. "Dinner is ready and only needs to be served," she said, leading them into the dining room and taking her usual seat at one side of the - too long, Harry thought - table.
The other two places had been set up facing each other on either side of her. Draco nodded to Harry and took one of the seats.
Harry sat in the chair on Narcissa's left, and all three were quiet as Rusty came in and served them their food. Once the elf was gone though, Narcissa carefully began conversation.
"So, how has the new arrangement been?" she asked. Harry didn't know if she was asking both of them.
Draco nodded to Harry, letting him know to answer.
"Oh, erm, well, I like it quite a lot," Harry said, and then flushed slightly.
"Well, I would hope so," Narcissa replied. "You are the one who asked him, did you not?"
Harry picked up his fork and looked down at his plate. "Yeah," he said.
Draco arched an eyebrow at his mother and sighed. "It works very well," he told her. "Though I will need to convert one of the rooms into a potions lab so I can continue my work."
"You don't mind that, do you, Harry?" Narcissa asked.
Harry looked back up at her. "No, not at all," he said. "There are a lot of rooms that don't get used."
She nodded, eating silently for a moment. "So, this relationship is serious between the both of you?"
Harry flushed slightly again. "Serious for me," he said, nodding.
Draco smiled at his lover. "Yes," he answered, even the simple words making him feel happy.
Narcissa looked at Draco and there might have been a twitch of a smile, but she took a bite of potatoes to cover it. "You've both thought about this then? The bad even?"
Harry frowned slightly. "The bad?"
"Well, certainly," Narcissa continued. "You do remember your own standing in the eyes of the wizarding world?"
"Yes."
"There hasn't been anything in The Daily Prophet yet," she continued, "but there will be. You won't back out?"
"No," Harry answered firmly, frowning a little more. "Of course not."
"We know that most people won't appreciate Harry being involved with a man, let alone me, Mother," Draco added.
She frowned a little now at Draco's words, but didn't contradict him. "How does your ... how is everyone you know taking this?" she asked Harry.
"Um, well, I haven't talked to them in a few days," he answered. He had no idea if Ginny had told anyone. The thought of it made him feel almost ill. He'd been thinking of it a lot in the three days that had passed since breaking up with Ginny, wondering if the Weasleys all hated him now, though something told him that they still didn't know; Ron hadn't yet shown up to beat the piss out of him.
"Harry has only recently broken it off with the Weasley girl, Mother," Draco explained in a soothing voice. "We felt it might be more appropriate to wait a bit before informing others."
Harry looked up again at that. "The Weasley girl." It sounded like a creature. Harry sighed.
"Oh," Narcissa said. "You did break it off with her then?"
"Yes," Harry answered shortly, not meaning to be rude, though he knew it probably sounded that way.
Narcissa arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you regret it?"
"No," Harry said quickly. "I want to be with Draco and not with her, but I hurt her, and she is still important to me. That entire family is very important to me. I only regret not telling her sooner."
Narcissa still looked suspicious of him as she took a sip of her wine.
"Mother, Harry is actually risking friendships that are important to him to be with me," Draco admonished her.
Harry looked over at her. "And it's worth it," he said. "Mrs Malfoy, I do love your son," he said firmly.
She raised both her eyebrows then. "Yes," she said quietly. "He's told me."
Harry nodded, taking a bite of his own food.
Draco wished he was sitting next to Harry so he could touch or reassure him in some way.
"Harry," Narcissa said after a moment, "I do not doubt that you love Draco." She sighed. "I suppose it's rather obvious actually. The thing is, and I'm sure you must know this, he is a pure-blood wizard and the last of the Malfoy line. Now, he will not be forced to marry or to have a child - he knows this - though that is ... I suppose, what his father and I expected - he knows this as well. I think it's safe to say that many parents expect this of their children, as it is part of carrying on the pure-blood tradition, and there is added pressure on Draco with him being in the position that he is. Now, unless I'm very mistaken, he will not be able to produce a child with you, which means - if this relationship is as serious as you both say it is - the Malfoy name will die with him. Once again, he will not be forced to marry. His father and I do not want that, but you must understand the ... difficulties this presents. Mr Malfoy, as I'm sure you have probably figured out on your own, will be very displeased."
Harry sat staring at her. "Erm, well, yes, I thought ... um ... that," he said after a moment.
"Mother, do we have to talk about his now?" Draco asked in a pained voice.
She looked at him. "When would you like to talk about it, Draco?" she asked, giving him a look that was both innocent and challenging at the same time.
"So, Mother, how have you been?" Draco said with a smile.
She rolled her eyes at him, but did change the subject. Harry was relieved.
"I have been just fine," she replied. "I've just given a large amount of money to St Mungo's and to the new portrait gallery they're building in London."
Harry knew about that gallery. Portraits were being made for those fallen in the war, even from the first war - well, the first half of it really. Fred, Remus, Tonks - even his parents. It was going to be a sort of memorial. He smiled at Narcissa. "I gave some money to that, too," he said. "The gallery."
Draco nodded, realising how many of the important people in Harry's life would be represented there. "It sounds like an important project. Do you know when it will be complete?"
"It has been costing many Galleons to pay all of the people working on it," said Narcissa.
Harry nodded. "It's taking loads of charm work to keep the Muggles away."
"And the builders need to be paid as well," Narcissa added. "It's really quite expensive."
"Very expensive," Harry agreed. "But it's being completely paid for by donations. Could take quite a while, depending on the weather and the Muggles."
Draco sat back and tried to keep the smug smile off his face once Narcissa and Harry got into talking about the details of the project.
Harry was surprised to find that that Narcissa had actually given to quite a few things he had also supported. They managed to keep the conversation on the various charities and causes all through the meal and into dessert.
"But I am really looking forward to the gallery," Harry said, taking one of the last bites of his pie. "I really want to take my godson up there when it's finished."
Narcissa looked up a little sharply. "Yes, his parents' portraits will be there, won't they?"
Harry nodded.
"Maybe we could all go together," Draco suggested.
"His grandmother won't want to take him?" Narcissa asked.
"I imagine she'll go," Harry answered. "Her husband's portrait will be there as well."
"And you will want to be at the opening too, won't you, Mother?" Draco asked.
"Well, yes, I had planned on going," Narcissa answered.
"Well, Draco can go with me if he wants to," said Harry. "And we'll pick up Teddy and Andromeda. We could see you up there."
Narcissa seemed to be thinking about it as she patted her lips with her napkin.
"We will have Teddy again this week," Draco said, his delight at this fact clear.
Narcissa glanced at him, arching an eyebrow only slightly.
Harry smiled and she looked back to him. "You have him often?" she asked.
He nodded. "Just about every week," he said. "Sometimes more."
"Does Andromeda know that Draco lives with you?"
"Well, no, no one does yet," Harry answered, looking down for a moment. "But she knows Draco's my friend. She and Teddy were at my house for Christmas."
"Ah," said Narcissa.
Draco met his mother's eyes. "Teddy likes me," he said. "And he is my cousin."
"Yes, I know that," she nodded. "He likes you?"
"He likes him a lot," Harry answered for Draco. "Hardly leaves him alone."
"And I think he is going to have strong magical talent," Draco added.
"He already does if you ask me," said Harry. "What he has is rare. Andromeda said that with ... Tonks gone, Teddy's one of three Metamorphmagi in Britain."
"Impressive," Narcissa said with a stiff nod.
"And one of the very small number of children to have ever been fathered by a werewolf," Harry added, watching her.
She obviously couldn't help it. Her nose wrinkled the slightest bit. "Yes," she said.
Draco frowned at Harry. He didn't want his mother reminded of that. "Maybe we could bring him over here to play again," he suggested.
Harry nodded, still watching Narcissa.
"Well," she said, "if you like."
Draco grinned in triumph and began to eat again.
***
Well, dinner with Narcissa hadn't been completely terrible, Harry thought as he opened the front door and led Draco through it. Not enjoyable per se, but not bad. At least they had small things in common.
Draco had spent the previous half hour completely distracted by thoughts of what he would like to do to Harry when they got home. They barely made it through the door before he reached for him, kissing him.
Harry smiled at the pleasant surprise of the kiss, and kissed back. "What was that for?" he asked.
Draco didn't let go, backing Harry up against the door and nipping at his chin. "For everything," he whispered.
Harry hummed lowly, feeling his arousal rising. He was struck by how strong his feelings were for Draco, and how overwhelming they could be sometimes, and how Draco could turn him into a bloody girl when he said things like that.
Draco kissed him again, this time nipping at his lips as he pressed a knee between Harry's legs.
Harry groaned quietly, grasping Draco's cloak tightly to pull him forward and, consequently, up against him.
Draco pressed his lips to Harry's, tracing the outside of the other man's mouth with his tongue as one hand slid down Harry's side to his hip and the other cupped the back of his head.
"Yes, baby," Harry whispered, gently and barely touching Draco's tongue with his own.
Kissing Harry was intoxicating. Draco found himself practically dizzy with his desire when he tasted the other man. He rocked his body against Harry's, letting him feel how much he wanted him.
Harry pressed his crotch into Draco's, slipping hands down to grasp Draco's arse through his trousers. "Fucking love your cock," he whispered. "Fucking love the way it feels against me."
"Yes, perfect," Draco nearly purred as he kissed his way up Harry's jaw to his ear and then nipped at the lobe. "I want you, here and now."
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, licking slowly along Draco's jaw. "Want your cock in my arse, fucking me so good."
The way Harry talked when he got turned on was as arousing as it was shocking sometimes. Draco felt the thrill down his spine and slid his hand between their bodies, trying to get the man's trousers open.
Harry brought his own hands up and unfastened Draco's cloak, letting it fall to the floor, before moving down to work on Draco's trousers as well. They were really the most important article of clothing after all, hiding that glorious piece of flesh.
Draco had to release Harry's neck, and, joining him in fumbling with their clothes, he pushed the man's cloak from his shoulders and then unfastened his trousers. He slid one hand inside both trousers and pants, moaning in delight as his fingers caressed his lover's shaft. His other hand pushed up Harry's shirt, delighting in the feel of the hair and skin on his lover's belly and chest.
Harry gasped, standing flushed and panting and feeling so fucking good. He raised his arms up over his head, staring at Draco through heavy eyelids.
Draco stripped Harry's shirt, tossing it carelessly aside. His fingers wrapped around Harry's cock as his mouth worked its way down his neck, nipping and sucking.
"Yes," Harry hissed, feeling the sparks of pleasure accompanying Draco's perfect pink lips on his skin, his oddly attractive hands on his throbbing cock. He continued to fumble with Draco's trousers, relieved when he'd finally managed to unfasten the frustrating clothing.
Draco's cock was so hard it was straining the tailored slacks and he sucked in a breath of relief as Harry managed to open them. He licked along the man's collarbone and then bent his head to take a dark nipple into his mouth.
Harry gasped again and arched forward. Oh, he adored Draco. More than adored him. He tugged on Draco's trousers, letting them fall, and then reached inside his boxers with one hand, as the other worked on pulling them down.
Draco sucked on Harry's nipple, using a bit of teeth as he did. He slid his hand down his lover's body and under the waistbands of his trousers and shorts, then released his cock to push them both down over his lover's hips.
Harry sighed with the movement, nodding as if to encourage as he pulled Draco's shaft.
Draco huffed in amusement at the image they must have made, both of them still wearing their shoes and socks, trousers pooled around their ankles. He released his lover's nipple with a loud pop and then lifted his head to look into his eyes. "I want to bend you over the banister of those stairs," he told him, voice hoarse with his need.
Harry's eyes darkened. "Mmmm," he moaned deeply in arousal, and then slid his cheek along Draco's, gently biting his earlobe before he whispered. "And I want you to eat my arse."
"Delightful," Draco gasped, his cock in his lover's hand twitching in response as well.
"Fuck, yes," Harry whispered, tonguing Draco's ear and then releasing his cock. He struggled to get out of the rest of his clothes, eager to be bent over whatever Draco wanted to bend him over.
Draco was panting as he drew back and kicked off his own shoes and trousers, then bent to strip off his socks as well. His eyes were so focused on Harry that he nearly stumbled.
Harry was in a particularly nice and dirty mood; that, or he was just very turned on. Probably both. He licked his lips suggestively. "Can't wait to have your tongue between my spread arsecheeks, can you?" he asked in a near drawl, cock twitching as he delighted in Draco's undivided and lustful attention.
Draco's eyes widened and he licked his lips before he even thought about it. "Yes, grab the rail, spread your legs and hold on," he said with a grin.
Harry grinned as well, rushing - and probably looking like a big idiot with his hard cock swaying - to the stairs. He straddled a few steps, one knee bent so that he could spread himself as wide as possible.
Draco shivered at the image. He stepped up too, reaching both hands up to Harry's shoulders and then gliding them slowly down his lover's back.
Harry arched into the touch, moaning quietly. "Mmm, baby, your tongue's gonna feel so good." He made sure to push his arse out, his back curving.
Draco loved hearing Harry beg for him like this and he loved teasing him. His hands cupped his lover's arse, kneading the flesh as he got to one knee behind him. "You want me that much?" he whispered, still amazed by it.
"Yes," Harry told him, half incredulous with the question.
Draco's fingers gripped his lover's arsecheeks, spreading them, and he leaned in to run his tongue up that crevice.
Harry groaned, his cock twitching and leaking as he pressed back into Draco's face.
"Yes, so eager," Draco whispered and then used the tip of his tongue to trace that tight circle, feeling Harry's body straining under his hands.
"Because you're so fucking good," Harry growled in return.
Draco shivered again and pressed his face between those cheeks in earnest now, lips around the hole as he licked in a circle.
Harry drew in a sharp breath, whimpering in pleasure. He knew he would be able to come like this, without touching himself, just Draco's hot, sweet, brilliant tongue up his arse. Oh, but he wanted his cock. Not yet though. No, first he wanted to to be licked and sucked until he was begging.
Draco loved those sounds. They seemed to go straight to his cock, making it twitch and leak more fluid. He pressed his tongue into his lover's hole now, wiggling to get the tip inside that ring.
"Oh, baby, fuck yes," Harry gasped, his cock bobbing below him. "Feels so fucking good. Want you so much." Merlin, he was babbling already? Oh, he adored Draco. He'd already thought that, hadn't he?
The blond wiggled his tongue more, sliding it in and out of his lover's hole as his fingers continued to knead the firm flesh of Harry's arse.
Harry arched yet again. "Want you," he repeated, sweating now. "Want you inside me."
Draco wondered how long his lover would let him do this before he couldn't take it any longer. His own cock was so hard it nearly hurt but he increased the pace of his tongue thrusts.
Harry cried out loudly, so loudly that he set Mrs Black's portrait off. He didn't care. He continued pressing his arse back, wanting more. "Fuck me, Draco," he gasped. "Come on, baby, fuck!"
Draco chuckled darkly, rolling his eyes as the portrait and Harry both yelled. He pulled back and looked up at Harry. "Lube?" he asked, not knowing where the nearest jar was.
Harry didn't know if he had enough patience for lube. "Can't you just do it?" he whined.
Draco's cock was pretty slick with pre-come or he might have insisted on lube. He got to his feet and pressed himself against his lover, lining up his cock as well. He rubbed the head against Harry's opening, making sure to slick it that way and then pressed forward.
Harry hissed in pleasure. True, he did feel more of a burn, but he wanted Draco in him. "Yes," he breathed, probably too quietly with Mrs Black's screams echoing around them.
"Oh, yes!" Draco gasped, thinking he must be a real pervert to be enjoying fucking Harry with Mrs Black's portrait shouting in the background. He continued to slide into him until he was pressed against his arse.
Harry clenched around him purposefully, smirking over his shoulder. "Fuck my arse, Draco."
"Yes, fucking you," Draco growled and then took hold of both his lover's hips and began to move. "Hold on," he warned.
Harry shivered at that, gripping the railing harder in both hands.
Draco let himself go, pulling back and slamming forward into his lover. With no lube it was almost too much friction but it sent shivers up his spine and he found himself growling with it.
Harry cried out loudly again. The warning in Draco's voice certainly hadn't been a lie. "Fuck!" he shouted, panting.
Draco was panting as his hips slammed forward, fucking his lover hard and deep. "This ... what ... you ... want?" he gasped.
Harry wasn't sure if could compose his thoughts enough to answer. "Yes," he finally managed, his voice shaky with lust and sensation.
Draco was getting really close now and his rhythm was faltering. "Can you ..." he gasped, having trouble finishing the sentence.
Just a little more, a little more, Harry thought, knowing that if he touched his cock he would come. He wanted to feel Draco's orgasm inside him first. "What?" he gasped.
Draco couldn't speak, crying out as he slammed into Harry and came, back arching.
"Yesss," Harry groaned, clenching his arse again before he let go of the railing with one hand and reached down to bring himself off.
Draco's fingers still held Harry's hips, digging in as he pressed against his back, shuddering. "Oh, baby," he gasped.
God, those words were so beautiful leaving Draco's mouth. Harry nodded like he had before, taking heavy unsteady breaths.
Draco nuzzled the back of Harry's head, pressing his against his lover's thick hair.
Harry sighed, but after a few moments, the portrait's screeches of, "Foul, disgusting, abominable freaks!" were growing quite old. He shifted a bit under Draco's weight.
Draco gasped again as he pulled back, slipping from his lover's body. He stood for another moment to admire the view.
Harry smirked over his shoulder again. "Pretty, isn't it?" he teased before getting gingerly to his feet, still holding the railing.
"Fantastic," Draco agreed and gave his lover's arse a swat.
Harry snorted, turning to wrap his arms loosely about Draco's neck. "What do you say we shut her up and then I make your arse feel as delicious as mine does?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, yes," Draco agreed, kissing his lover before turning to tackle the curtains.