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A Challenge
Chapter Number/Total: 3/44
Chapter Title: A Challenge
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The Gryffindor common room was very empty. So many people had already been pulled out of school, and the few that remained were leaving tomorrow. Harry and Draco were sitting on one of the couches by the fire, curled up with each other. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the other, oddly close. Neville and Ginny were sitting in the two good armchairs.
Harry's mood was hard to describe. Dumbledore's funeral had been hard, but strangely nice. Maybe nice wasn't the correct word to use - it had given him a sort of closure that he'd never got when Sirius had died.
Harry's hatred for Snape was back with a vengeance, although he was confused about the man. He wanted him dead, but he was also grateful that he had given Draco back to him. It made Harry feel very torn.
The friends and Draco had been sitting by the fire for a while now, talking about what had happened over the past few weeks and how drastically different everything was. For Neville and Ginny's sake, Harry had filled them all in about Draco's arm and the serpent that had been there. No one made much of a fuss about Draco's arm, and Harry was thankful for that.
He looked over at Draco now and kissed him gently on the cheek, trailing fingertips up his right arm. They had all fallen into a sort of comfortable silence.
Draco sighed, enjoying the loving, quiet touch of Harry. He found himself strangely comfortable with the other Gryffindors. He realised, with some amusement, that he had started to think of them by their first names.
"That binding promise has really made a lot of things very convenient for the two of you, hasn't it?" said Hermione thoughtfully. "And it was only an accident. That's really amazing when you think about it."
Harry looked up at her. "Convenient?" he asked, thinking of how they had to have sex at least once a day. "How so?"
"Well, first off, it saved Draco's life; you got to have your own room to share because of it; Snape brought you to Draco because of it and now you'll probably be able to use it to get out of everything with the Ministry," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Draco winced and shook his head. "It has its uses," he said quietly. "Maybe you should try it," he teased. Of course, given how deadpan he said it, she probably wouldn't know he was teasing.
Hermione coloured slightly. "Oh, well - I didn't mean it in any way like that," she said sheepishly.
Harry swatted Draco on the leg. "He's teasing, Hermione," he said. "You'll just have to get used to it."
Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry and smiled slightly. He looked at Ron and her speculatively. "Well," he drawled, "one should really get to know a person better before they enter into such an agreement. Like starting with kissing, for example. Or even telling the person you are attracted to that you want them. It worked for me." He looked pointedly between Ron and Hermione.
Ron glared and his ears went red. Hermione looked very interested in a fold of her skirt.
Ginny laughed loudly. "Who ever would have thought that you were so funny, Malf- Draco?"
Harry grinned, delighted that his friends were getting along with Draco and vice versa. He also laughed at the fact that even Draco saw what was between Ron and Hermione.
Draco looked mock-offended. "I will have you know my House considered me one of the best pranksters at school. You three weren't the only targets, you know."
Harry laughed. "Please," he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You only had eyes for me and you know it."
Draco smirked. "I did more than just watch your arse for the last six years, Potter." He chuckled. "King Weasley could tell you that. And what I did to Blaise is legend in Slytherin."
Ron scowled at the mention of the king comment.
"Oh, let's hear it then," Ginny said, grinning.
"Oh, no." Draco shook his head. "We have a saying, you know -- what happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "Of course it does," he said, smirking. "It's only because it's probably the lamest prank ever. You are talking to the housemates and siblings of Fred and George Weasley."
They all nodded.
"Daring me is not a wise move, Potter," Draco drawled. "You may come to regret it."
"Oh, really?" Harry asked, trying to copy Draco's drawl and actually pulling it off. "I dare you then."
Draco laughed. "You are on. Sometime between now and your birthday then."
Ginny oooohed and Harry smirked. "Fine. What happens if you fail completely? You're already my love slave, love."
Ron mock retched. "Please, Harry. None of that."
Draco's offence was not mock this time. "Are you seriously thinking there is anything at which I fail completely?"
"Draco, please," Harry said sarcastically. "You know I was joking. And I meant, what do I get if you fail to prank me?" I really need to learn more about his sore spots, Harry thought to himself.
"Mmm, I am more interested in what I get when I win." Draco smiled and squeezed Harry's thigh.
Harry raised an eyebrow and Ron retched again.
"If you prank me, I will give you absolutely anything you want," Harry said.
"That's a bit risky, Harry," Ginny said, clearly enjoying herself.
Harry shrugged and smirked again.
"Pretty high stakes, Potter." Draco grinned. "Deal. Same if you win."
"Good," Harry said, smiling. He leaned in to kiss Draco, but Ron shouted.
"Oy! I can take the touching, and kissing on the cheek, but for my sanity, please don't start snogging him. Can I please have a bit more time to get used to this before that starts happening? Please?"
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Boys," Hermione said under her breath, shaking her head.
Draco shook his head too, muttering, "Gryffindors are such prudes ... except for Harry, apparently."
Ginny narrowed her eyes at Draco. "I most certainly am not a prude!" she said.
"Right about that," Ron muttered.
Ginny turned on him now. "Coming from the person who did everything and then some with Lavender Brown in plain sight of everyone."
Ron glared at Ginny. Hermione looked off to the side, a sudden stony look on her face.
"Everything?" Draco asked in mock innocence, eyebrows raised.
"No, not everything!" Ron said angrily. "We never did - we didn't do that!"
"Might as well have," Ginny shot back. "You had your hand up her shirt in the common room, Ron."
Draco nodded, contemplating Ron for a moment, but also aware of Hermione's reaction. "So Gryffindors do have fun sometimes," he said. "Good to know. I may have to introduce a new party game or two next year.”
Harry sighed. He already knew he wasn't coming back.
"If there is school next year," Neville said quietly.
They were all quiet for a minute. It had been nice to pretend for a while, to forget their problems and think that they would have a normal life again. Or something like it. Draco sighed and hugged Harry closer.
Harry rested against Draco, staring into the fire again. "Yeah, you'll have to teach us those games next year, Draco," he said finally. It did feel good to pretend.
Everyone smiled sadly and nodded.
"So we go to the Weasley house eventually," Draco said. "Will we see you two there over the summer as well?" he asked Hermione and Neville.
Hermione nodded. "I'll be there nearly all summer long," she said.
Neville shrugged. "I've never been," he said.
"Well, you're certainly welcome, Neville," Ginny said.
Neville smiled cheerfully. "I might come then. Gran's always saying I should get out more."
"Yeah, come on, Neville. Your Gran's invited to Bill's wedding, that means you are too, and then you could stay over after that. We'll see nearly everyone there," Ron said.
"Sounds very ... cosy," Draco said, wondering how he would handle being with all these people. Not to mention, how much privacy he would have with Harry.
Harry gave Draco the tiniest nudge.
"Well, it'll be really crowded for the week before the wedding. Some of our relatives are staying with us, and of course, Charlie'll be home and Fred and George. Percy's still an enormous bighead, though," said Ginny.
Harry raised his eyebrows, thinking along the same lines as Draco. "Erm, whose room will we be staying in?" he asked.
"You'll have to ask Mum," Ron said pointedly.
"Why do you say it that way?" asked Harry.
"Because she won't like the idea of you staying in the same room."
"It's not like we have a choice, and even if we did, I couldn't leave Draco in a room with a bunch of people he doesn't know."
"She still won't like it."
Draco closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by it all -- Weasleys, Dursleys and the Ministry. Not to mention the whole Death Eaters and Voldemort problem.
Harry ignored Ron's earlier comment, seeing Draco's reaction to all of this, and leaned over quickly to peck Draco on the lips. "You want a massage later?" he whispered in his ear.
Draco nodded, smiling. "Always," he whispered.
Harry smiled too and looked up again. Ron was making a face. Harry ignored it.
"The wedding will be fun, I'm sure," he said to the room. "Should we wear dress robes?"
"Well, of course, Harry," Hermione said, shaking her head at him.
Harry shrugged. "I'll have to get some new ones then," he said with a sigh.
Draco nodded, thinking of how hot Harry looked in dress robes. It was a measure of how relaxed he was feeling that he didn't control his face at that moment, smirking a bit.
Harry looked at him. "What?" he asked, smiling questioningly.
Draco's cheeks actually flushed pink. "Later," he said quietly.
Harry grinned. He looked away from Draco and back to his friends. "You're all brilliant," he said fondly for no reason at all.
Ron snorted. Ginny said, "I know." Neville grinned sheepishly, and Hermione smiled and said, "You are too, Harry."
Harry laughed at how he could have predicted every reaction. "You really are, though. I have no idea where I'd be without you guys, and no idea what I'd do without you now."
Ron snorted again. "Group hug?" he asked sarcastically, but smiling.
Harry snorted this time. "Perhaps another time when I'm not feeling so comfortable and lazy."
***
Harry crossed through the barrier at Platform nine and three quarters, only carrying a large bag filled with his and Draco's clothes for one night. Harry had never seen Draco in Muggle clothes before, and had been a bit surprised that he owned any at all. But then, of course, he had to come to King's Cross every year too; Harry had just never noticed before. What Harry noticed exactly, was that jeans suited Draco very well, or, at least, the ones he was wearing. They hugged his arse and Harry had to struggle with himself not to rip them off and shag Draco right then and there every time he looked at said arse.
He was brought out of his trance as Hermione came up and hugged him. "I can't wait to see you at Ron's," she said, pulling back.
"I can't wait either," he said, smiling.
Ron, who was pushing a trolley filled with his, Draco's and Harry's things, along with Hedwig, came strolling along and clapped Harry on the back. "See you tomorrow, mate," he said.
Harry smiled. "Yeah."
Charlie was the one that was there to pick Ron and Ginny up as Mr and Mrs Weasley were still with Bill. He smiled and said he would see Harry tomorrow too. After a hug and a goodbye from Ginny, they were all off, and Harry was left with Draco. He didn't want to turn around and face Uncle Vernon yet. He knew he was standing there.
Draco watched it all with quiet interest. He certainly enjoyed the looks Harry had been giving him. He stood beside him and waited to see who these mysterious relatives were.
Harry sighed and looked up at Draco. "Are you ready to meet my wonderful family?" he asked sarcastically, grimacing after.
Draco looked at him calmly. "I go where you go, love."
Harry swallowed and automatically reached for Draco's hand before stopping himself. He shook his head and turned around. There was Uncle Vernon, face starting to get purple and looking anywhere but at Harry.
"See the large one who looks like he's going to explode?" Harry asked quietly as he began making his way over to Uncle Vernon.
Draco made his face go cold, his eyes narrowing. He could hex this man just for the way he was looking at Harry. He tried to remember that this was for Harry's protection. "I see," he said quietly.
"That's him," Harry said with a sigh.
They walked all the way over to the man and Harry stopped in front of him. "Uncle Vernon," Harry said flatly as a greeting.
Uncle Vernon's eyes narrowed a bit. "Get in the car, boy," he said quickly, beginning to walk towards the car. It was as if even being seen in public with Harry was a crime. He didn’t pay any attention to Draco at all.
Harry cleared his throat. "Erm, this is my ... friend, Draco," he said loudly to Uncle Vernon's retreating back. Harry thought it best to get Draco to the house before he actually let them know of his true relationship with him.
Uncle Vernon turned around. He looked at Draco and seemed to deem him not a threat. "I don't bloody care who your friend is. Into the car now, boy." He began walking off again.
Draco breathed through his nose, his jaw clenched and his hand itching to go for his wand.
"He's staying with me," Harry said firmly and loudly again.
That made Uncle Vernon stop in his tracks and he walked back to Harry. "You will not invite strange people into my house without my knowing," he said quietly but furiously, turning purple again.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm only staying for one night, and he's staying with me," he said, completely unfazed by Uncle Vernon.
"You're going to tell me who I allow into my house?" Uncle Vernon asked, his face growing more purple.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "It's only for one night," he said slowly. "I'll be gone tomorrow, and you won't have to see me ever again."
Someone walking by threw them a strange look. Uncle Vernon's eyes bulged. "I won't have you causing a scene out in public," he said.
"You're the one causing the scene," Harry said a bit loudly, knowing what it would take for Uncle Vernon to let them in the car.
Uncle Vernon hissed. "Keep your voice down," he said furiously. "I won't be having this- this-" he finally looked at Draco fully, taking in his glare and his missing arm. "I won't have this person like you staying in my home."
Harry sighed. "My friend here is seventeen," he said calmly.
"I don't give a damn how old he is."
"Seventeen means adult in my - well - you know," Harry said, sighing again.
Uncle Vernon seemed to swell.
"He has a wand. He's quite good with it and he's currently of age," Harry said pointedly. "He's staying with me."
Draco smiled at the man, infusing the look with a cold threat.
Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon knew he'd been defeated. He watched the inevitable battle and finally, Uncle Vernon turned around without a single word and strode off towards the car again. Harry followed this time, nodding his head for Draco to follow, too.
Draco stuck close to Harry, and then paused before the car. He took a deep breath and climbed into it after his lover.
The car ride was in silence. Uncle Vernon was shaking and purple the whole way home. Harry amused himself by making his hand crawl across the seat towards Draco and resting it on his thigh, still looking straight ahead and smiling. He would make it crawl back to his own lap quickly every time Uncle Vernon made any sort of noise. He was trying to make Draco feel a bit more comfortable, and trying to tell him silently that he wasn't fazed by the Dursleys and, therefore, Draco shouldn't be either.
Draco kept his face blank during the ride. But the third time Harry's hand touched him, he laid his own hand beside his thigh so that Harry's would cross his in its path.
Harry's smile widened a bit, but he still kept staring straight ahead. He kept his hand to himself for a moment, but then, trying not to laugh, he slowly let it crawl again towards Draco.
Draco waited, his breath speeding up as he waited for Harry's touch. It was oddly erotic, this strange game.
Harry's hand finally reached Draco's and he smiled even wider, waiting.
Draco's hand closed on Harry's, his breath hitching at that moment and his cock hardening. He clenched his teeth to keep the reaction off his face.
Harry, very quickly, threw a sideways glance at Draco. He wiggled his fingers a bit and moved his hand over top of Draco's, running his finger in small circles on the skin of it. Then he slowly slid his index finger up until it was in the crack of Draco's index and middle fingers. He pushed his own finger down into that crack and pulled it out again slowly. He did it a few times, smirking. It was so stupid and childish, and yet oddly exciting as well.
Draco shuddered, his breath speeding up again. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the seat.
Harry grinned wickedly and stopped playing with Draco's hand. He simply let it sit there for a moment before slowly allowing it to crawl up onto Draco's leg again, getting very close to the inside of Draco's thigh instead of just on top of it this time.
Draco's hand gripped the seat, his head pressed back against it. He was breathing through his nose and trying to control his reactions. He should stop Harry, but he was so excited nothing else seemed to matter.
Harry knew he should stop, too. A hard-on was not as easy to hide in Muggle clothes as it was in a robe, but he couldn't stop. He moved his hand further up Draco's leg and let it rest there for a moment before moving it to rest very lightly on Draco's slight bulge.
Draco shuddered under his touch, his jaw so tight it was beginning to hurt. The Muggle trousers were so constricting it was painful and he wanted to thrust up into Harry's hand.
Harry rubbed Draco slightly, biting his lip now. He wanted so badly to stuff his hand down Draco's trousers and wank him off, but that was impossible. He looked at Uncle Vernon, who was very oblivious to what was going on right behind him.
Draco was trembling now and he desperately wanted more from Harry. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him, desire blazing in his eyes.
Harry saw Draco's head turn towards him and he had to look. He let out a tiny gasp and looked away again. It may have been impossible, but Harry was damn well going to try. He moved closer to Draco and began fumbling with his button and zipper, fingers moving as quickly as he could make them go.
Draco's eyes widened. This was crazy -- but very, very hot. He held very still and let Harry touch him.
It was a bit hard to do with his left hand, but Harry finally got the trousers undone and shoved his hand inside, finding Draco's cock at once and running his hand along it.
The moment Harry's hand touched his cock, Draco shuddered, his eyes closing again. He couldn't believe Harry was doing this, but he couldn't resist him.
Harry kept his eyes straight ahead. Uncle Vernon coughed and Harry's heart sped up as he jumped slightly, but he kept his hand in Draco's trousers. Draco's jeans were tight and Harry couldn't get at his cock properly, so he moved closer and pulled it out slowly, giving it a long, slow stroke.
Draco opened his legs a bit wider, giving Harry better access. He was trembling still.
Harry sped his hand up and looked out the window. He knew they would be getting to Privet Drive very soon. He tried not to groan and look at the sight he knew would be there if he turned his head.
Yes, Draco thought; he was trembling and getting so close. He couldn't believe how absolutely hot this was, being wanked right here in the back seat by Harry. He opened his eyes again and looked at his lover.
Harry couldn't look at Draco, he couldn't ... but he did and he grunted a bit and squeezed his eyes shut, speeding up his hand even more. He knew it wasn't the greatest; he wasn't even using his right hand, but fuck it was hot. Harry wondered if he were absolutely out of his mind.
All it took was one look from those emerald eyes and Draco was coming, his legs stiffening and his back arching. He closed his eyes firmly shut, his teeth clenched so tightly it hurt.
Harry felt Draco come and had to hold back another groan. He continued pumping his hand until Draco was completely spent. He looked out the window again to see that they were on Magnolia Crescent.
Draco sighed, still trembling a bit and reached his hand to cover Harry's in his lap.
Harry sighed too and smiled. He let his hand rest for only a second before quickly putting Draco back inside his jeans and doing them up again. They were on Privet Drive now and Harry had to think of the most awfully disgusting things he could to try and make his erection go away. He hoped Draco was in his head enough to remember that he was the one of age and would have to do a Cleaning Charm on them both when Uncle Vernon left the car.
They finally pulled into the drive and Uncle Vernon got out of the car and slammed the door shut, not speaking a word to Harry.
Draco got his breathing under control and reached for his wand, doing a quick Cleaning Spell on Harry and himself.
Chapter Title: A Challenge
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The Gryffindor common room was very empty. So many people had already been pulled out of school, and the few that remained were leaving tomorrow. Harry and Draco were sitting on one of the couches by the fire, curled up with each other. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the other, oddly close. Neville and Ginny were sitting in the two good armchairs.
Harry's mood was hard to describe. Dumbledore's funeral had been hard, but strangely nice. Maybe nice wasn't the correct word to use - it had given him a sort of closure that he'd never got when Sirius had died.
Harry's hatred for Snape was back with a vengeance, although he was confused about the man. He wanted him dead, but he was also grateful that he had given Draco back to him. It made Harry feel very torn.
The friends and Draco had been sitting by the fire for a while now, talking about what had happened over the past few weeks and how drastically different everything was. For Neville and Ginny's sake, Harry had filled them all in about Draco's arm and the serpent that had been there. No one made much of a fuss about Draco's arm, and Harry was thankful for that.
He looked over at Draco now and kissed him gently on the cheek, trailing fingertips up his right arm. They had all fallen into a sort of comfortable silence.
Draco sighed, enjoying the loving, quiet touch of Harry. He found himself strangely comfortable with the other Gryffindors. He realised, with some amusement, that he had started to think of them by their first names.
"That binding promise has really made a lot of things very convenient for the two of you, hasn't it?" said Hermione thoughtfully. "And it was only an accident. That's really amazing when you think about it."
Harry looked up at her. "Convenient?" he asked, thinking of how they had to have sex at least once a day. "How so?"
"Well, first off, it saved Draco's life; you got to have your own room to share because of it; Snape brought you to Draco because of it and now you'll probably be able to use it to get out of everything with the Ministry," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Draco winced and shook his head. "It has its uses," he said quietly. "Maybe you should try it," he teased. Of course, given how deadpan he said it, she probably wouldn't know he was teasing.
Hermione coloured slightly. "Oh, well - I didn't mean it in any way like that," she said sheepishly.
Harry swatted Draco on the leg. "He's teasing, Hermione," he said. "You'll just have to get used to it."
Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry and smiled slightly. He looked at Ron and her speculatively. "Well," he drawled, "one should really get to know a person better before they enter into such an agreement. Like starting with kissing, for example. Or even telling the person you are attracted to that you want them. It worked for me." He looked pointedly between Ron and Hermione.
Ron glared and his ears went red. Hermione looked very interested in a fold of her skirt.
Ginny laughed loudly. "Who ever would have thought that you were so funny, Malf- Draco?"
Harry grinned, delighted that his friends were getting along with Draco and vice versa. He also laughed at the fact that even Draco saw what was between Ron and Hermione.
Draco looked mock-offended. "I will have you know my House considered me one of the best pranksters at school. You three weren't the only targets, you know."
Harry laughed. "Please," he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You only had eyes for me and you know it."
Draco smirked. "I did more than just watch your arse for the last six years, Potter." He chuckled. "King Weasley could tell you that. And what I did to Blaise is legend in Slytherin."
Ron scowled at the mention of the king comment.
"Oh, let's hear it then," Ginny said, grinning.
"Oh, no." Draco shook his head. "We have a saying, you know -- what happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "Of course it does," he said, smirking. "It's only because it's probably the lamest prank ever. You are talking to the housemates and siblings of Fred and George Weasley."
They all nodded.
"Daring me is not a wise move, Potter," Draco drawled. "You may come to regret it."
"Oh, really?" Harry asked, trying to copy Draco's drawl and actually pulling it off. "I dare you then."
Draco laughed. "You are on. Sometime between now and your birthday then."
Ginny oooohed and Harry smirked. "Fine. What happens if you fail completely? You're already my love slave, love."
Ron mock retched. "Please, Harry. None of that."
Draco's offence was not mock this time. "Are you seriously thinking there is anything at which I fail completely?"
"Draco, please," Harry said sarcastically. "You know I was joking. And I meant, what do I get if you fail to prank me?" I really need to learn more about his sore spots, Harry thought to himself.
"Mmm, I am more interested in what I get when I win." Draco smiled and squeezed Harry's thigh.
Harry raised an eyebrow and Ron retched again.
"If you prank me, I will give you absolutely anything you want," Harry said.
"That's a bit risky, Harry," Ginny said, clearly enjoying herself.
Harry shrugged and smirked again.
"Pretty high stakes, Potter." Draco grinned. "Deal. Same if you win."
"Good," Harry said, smiling. He leaned in to kiss Draco, but Ron shouted.
"Oy! I can take the touching, and kissing on the cheek, but for my sanity, please don't start snogging him. Can I please have a bit more time to get used to this before that starts happening? Please?"
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Boys," Hermione said under her breath, shaking her head.
Draco shook his head too, muttering, "Gryffindors are such prudes ... except for Harry, apparently."
Ginny narrowed her eyes at Draco. "I most certainly am not a prude!" she said.
"Right about that," Ron muttered.
Ginny turned on him now. "Coming from the person who did everything and then some with Lavender Brown in plain sight of everyone."
Ron glared at Ginny. Hermione looked off to the side, a sudden stony look on her face.
"Everything?" Draco asked in mock innocence, eyebrows raised.
"No, not everything!" Ron said angrily. "We never did - we didn't do that!"
"Might as well have," Ginny shot back. "You had your hand up her shirt in the common room, Ron."
Draco nodded, contemplating Ron for a moment, but also aware of Hermione's reaction. "So Gryffindors do have fun sometimes," he said. "Good to know. I may have to introduce a new party game or two next year.”
Harry sighed. He already knew he wasn't coming back.
"If there is school next year," Neville said quietly.
They were all quiet for a minute. It had been nice to pretend for a while, to forget their problems and think that they would have a normal life again. Or something like it. Draco sighed and hugged Harry closer.
Harry rested against Draco, staring into the fire again. "Yeah, you'll have to teach us those games next year, Draco," he said finally. It did feel good to pretend.
Everyone smiled sadly and nodded.
"So we go to the Weasley house eventually," Draco said. "Will we see you two there over the summer as well?" he asked Hermione and Neville.
Hermione nodded. "I'll be there nearly all summer long," she said.
Neville shrugged. "I've never been," he said.
"Well, you're certainly welcome, Neville," Ginny said.
Neville smiled cheerfully. "I might come then. Gran's always saying I should get out more."
"Yeah, come on, Neville. Your Gran's invited to Bill's wedding, that means you are too, and then you could stay over after that. We'll see nearly everyone there," Ron said.
"Sounds very ... cosy," Draco said, wondering how he would handle being with all these people. Not to mention, how much privacy he would have with Harry.
Harry gave Draco the tiniest nudge.
"Well, it'll be really crowded for the week before the wedding. Some of our relatives are staying with us, and of course, Charlie'll be home and Fred and George. Percy's still an enormous bighead, though," said Ginny.
Harry raised his eyebrows, thinking along the same lines as Draco. "Erm, whose room will we be staying in?" he asked.
"You'll have to ask Mum," Ron said pointedly.
"Why do you say it that way?" asked Harry.
"Because she won't like the idea of you staying in the same room."
"It's not like we have a choice, and even if we did, I couldn't leave Draco in a room with a bunch of people he doesn't know."
"She still won't like it."
Draco closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by it all -- Weasleys, Dursleys and the Ministry. Not to mention the whole Death Eaters and Voldemort problem.
Harry ignored Ron's earlier comment, seeing Draco's reaction to all of this, and leaned over quickly to peck Draco on the lips. "You want a massage later?" he whispered in his ear.
Draco nodded, smiling. "Always," he whispered.
Harry smiled too and looked up again. Ron was making a face. Harry ignored it.
"The wedding will be fun, I'm sure," he said to the room. "Should we wear dress robes?"
"Well, of course, Harry," Hermione said, shaking her head at him.
Harry shrugged. "I'll have to get some new ones then," he said with a sigh.
Draco nodded, thinking of how hot Harry looked in dress robes. It was a measure of how relaxed he was feeling that he didn't control his face at that moment, smirking a bit.
Harry looked at him. "What?" he asked, smiling questioningly.
Draco's cheeks actually flushed pink. "Later," he said quietly.
Harry grinned. He looked away from Draco and back to his friends. "You're all brilliant," he said fondly for no reason at all.
Ron snorted. Ginny said, "I know." Neville grinned sheepishly, and Hermione smiled and said, "You are too, Harry."
Harry laughed at how he could have predicted every reaction. "You really are, though. I have no idea where I'd be without you guys, and no idea what I'd do without you now."
Ron snorted again. "Group hug?" he asked sarcastically, but smiling.
Harry snorted this time. "Perhaps another time when I'm not feeling so comfortable and lazy."
***
Harry crossed through the barrier at Platform nine and three quarters, only carrying a large bag filled with his and Draco's clothes for one night. Harry had never seen Draco in Muggle clothes before, and had been a bit surprised that he owned any at all. But then, of course, he had to come to King's Cross every year too; Harry had just never noticed before. What Harry noticed exactly, was that jeans suited Draco very well, or, at least, the ones he was wearing. They hugged his arse and Harry had to struggle with himself not to rip them off and shag Draco right then and there every time he looked at said arse.
He was brought out of his trance as Hermione came up and hugged him. "I can't wait to see you at Ron's," she said, pulling back.
"I can't wait either," he said, smiling.
Ron, who was pushing a trolley filled with his, Draco's and Harry's things, along with Hedwig, came strolling along and clapped Harry on the back. "See you tomorrow, mate," he said.
Harry smiled. "Yeah."
Charlie was the one that was there to pick Ron and Ginny up as Mr and Mrs Weasley were still with Bill. He smiled and said he would see Harry tomorrow too. After a hug and a goodbye from Ginny, they were all off, and Harry was left with Draco. He didn't want to turn around and face Uncle Vernon yet. He knew he was standing there.
Draco watched it all with quiet interest. He certainly enjoyed the looks Harry had been giving him. He stood beside him and waited to see who these mysterious relatives were.
Harry sighed and looked up at Draco. "Are you ready to meet my wonderful family?" he asked sarcastically, grimacing after.
Draco looked at him calmly. "I go where you go, love."
Harry swallowed and automatically reached for Draco's hand before stopping himself. He shook his head and turned around. There was Uncle Vernon, face starting to get purple and looking anywhere but at Harry.
"See the large one who looks like he's going to explode?" Harry asked quietly as he began making his way over to Uncle Vernon.
Draco made his face go cold, his eyes narrowing. He could hex this man just for the way he was looking at Harry. He tried to remember that this was for Harry's protection. "I see," he said quietly.
"That's him," Harry said with a sigh.
They walked all the way over to the man and Harry stopped in front of him. "Uncle Vernon," Harry said flatly as a greeting.
Uncle Vernon's eyes narrowed a bit. "Get in the car, boy," he said quickly, beginning to walk towards the car. It was as if even being seen in public with Harry was a crime. He didn’t pay any attention to Draco at all.
Harry cleared his throat. "Erm, this is my ... friend, Draco," he said loudly to Uncle Vernon's retreating back. Harry thought it best to get Draco to the house before he actually let them know of his true relationship with him.
Uncle Vernon turned around. He looked at Draco and seemed to deem him not a threat. "I don't bloody care who your friend is. Into the car now, boy." He began walking off again.
Draco breathed through his nose, his jaw clenched and his hand itching to go for his wand.
"He's staying with me," Harry said firmly and loudly again.
That made Uncle Vernon stop in his tracks and he walked back to Harry. "You will not invite strange people into my house without my knowing," he said quietly but furiously, turning purple again.
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm only staying for one night, and he's staying with me," he said, completely unfazed by Uncle Vernon.
"You're going to tell me who I allow into my house?" Uncle Vernon asked, his face growing more purple.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "It's only for one night," he said slowly. "I'll be gone tomorrow, and you won't have to see me ever again."
Someone walking by threw them a strange look. Uncle Vernon's eyes bulged. "I won't have you causing a scene out in public," he said.
"You're the one causing the scene," Harry said a bit loudly, knowing what it would take for Uncle Vernon to let them in the car.
Uncle Vernon hissed. "Keep your voice down," he said furiously. "I won't be having this- this-" he finally looked at Draco fully, taking in his glare and his missing arm. "I won't have this person like you staying in my home."
Harry sighed. "My friend here is seventeen," he said calmly.
"I don't give a damn how old he is."
"Seventeen means adult in my - well - you know," Harry said, sighing again.
Uncle Vernon seemed to swell.
"He has a wand. He's quite good with it and he's currently of age," Harry said pointedly. "He's staying with me."
Draco smiled at the man, infusing the look with a cold threat.
Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon knew he'd been defeated. He watched the inevitable battle and finally, Uncle Vernon turned around without a single word and strode off towards the car again. Harry followed this time, nodding his head for Draco to follow, too.
Draco stuck close to Harry, and then paused before the car. He took a deep breath and climbed into it after his lover.
The car ride was in silence. Uncle Vernon was shaking and purple the whole way home. Harry amused himself by making his hand crawl across the seat towards Draco and resting it on his thigh, still looking straight ahead and smiling. He would make it crawl back to his own lap quickly every time Uncle Vernon made any sort of noise. He was trying to make Draco feel a bit more comfortable, and trying to tell him silently that he wasn't fazed by the Dursleys and, therefore, Draco shouldn't be either.
Draco kept his face blank during the ride. But the third time Harry's hand touched him, he laid his own hand beside his thigh so that Harry's would cross his in its path.
Harry's smile widened a bit, but he still kept staring straight ahead. He kept his hand to himself for a moment, but then, trying not to laugh, he slowly let it crawl again towards Draco.
Draco waited, his breath speeding up as he waited for Harry's touch. It was oddly erotic, this strange game.
Harry's hand finally reached Draco's and he smiled even wider, waiting.
Draco's hand closed on Harry's, his breath hitching at that moment and his cock hardening. He clenched his teeth to keep the reaction off his face.
Harry, very quickly, threw a sideways glance at Draco. He wiggled his fingers a bit and moved his hand over top of Draco's, running his finger in small circles on the skin of it. Then he slowly slid his index finger up until it was in the crack of Draco's index and middle fingers. He pushed his own finger down into that crack and pulled it out again slowly. He did it a few times, smirking. It was so stupid and childish, and yet oddly exciting as well.
Draco shuddered, his breath speeding up again. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the seat.
Harry grinned wickedly and stopped playing with Draco's hand. He simply let it sit there for a moment before slowly allowing it to crawl up onto Draco's leg again, getting very close to the inside of Draco's thigh instead of just on top of it this time.
Draco's hand gripped the seat, his head pressed back against it. He was breathing through his nose and trying to control his reactions. He should stop Harry, but he was so excited nothing else seemed to matter.
Harry knew he should stop, too. A hard-on was not as easy to hide in Muggle clothes as it was in a robe, but he couldn't stop. He moved his hand further up Draco's leg and let it rest there for a moment before moving it to rest very lightly on Draco's slight bulge.
Draco shuddered under his touch, his jaw so tight it was beginning to hurt. The Muggle trousers were so constricting it was painful and he wanted to thrust up into Harry's hand.
Harry rubbed Draco slightly, biting his lip now. He wanted so badly to stuff his hand down Draco's trousers and wank him off, but that was impossible. He looked at Uncle Vernon, who was very oblivious to what was going on right behind him.
Draco was trembling now and he desperately wanted more from Harry. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him, desire blazing in his eyes.
Harry saw Draco's head turn towards him and he had to look. He let out a tiny gasp and looked away again. It may have been impossible, but Harry was damn well going to try. He moved closer to Draco and began fumbling with his button and zipper, fingers moving as quickly as he could make them go.
Draco's eyes widened. This was crazy -- but very, very hot. He held very still and let Harry touch him.
It was a bit hard to do with his left hand, but Harry finally got the trousers undone and shoved his hand inside, finding Draco's cock at once and running his hand along it.
The moment Harry's hand touched his cock, Draco shuddered, his eyes closing again. He couldn't believe Harry was doing this, but he couldn't resist him.
Harry kept his eyes straight ahead. Uncle Vernon coughed and Harry's heart sped up as he jumped slightly, but he kept his hand in Draco's trousers. Draco's jeans were tight and Harry couldn't get at his cock properly, so he moved closer and pulled it out slowly, giving it a long, slow stroke.
Draco opened his legs a bit wider, giving Harry better access. He was trembling still.
Harry sped his hand up and looked out the window. He knew they would be getting to Privet Drive very soon. He tried not to groan and look at the sight he knew would be there if he turned his head.
Yes, Draco thought; he was trembling and getting so close. He couldn't believe how absolutely hot this was, being wanked right here in the back seat by Harry. He opened his eyes again and looked at his lover.
Harry couldn't look at Draco, he couldn't ... but he did and he grunted a bit and squeezed his eyes shut, speeding up his hand even more. He knew it wasn't the greatest; he wasn't even using his right hand, but fuck it was hot. Harry wondered if he were absolutely out of his mind.
All it took was one look from those emerald eyes and Draco was coming, his legs stiffening and his back arching. He closed his eyes firmly shut, his teeth clenched so tightly it hurt.
Harry felt Draco come and had to hold back another groan. He continued pumping his hand until Draco was completely spent. He looked out the window again to see that they were on Magnolia Crescent.
Draco sighed, still trembling a bit and reached his hand to cover Harry's in his lap.
Harry sighed too and smiled. He let his hand rest for only a second before quickly putting Draco back inside his jeans and doing them up again. They were on Privet Drive now and Harry had to think of the most awfully disgusting things he could to try and make his erection go away. He hoped Draco was in his head enough to remember that he was the one of age and would have to do a Cleaning Charm on them both when Uncle Vernon left the car.
They finally pulled into the drive and Uncle Vernon got out of the car and slammed the door shut, not speaking a word to Harry.
Draco got his breathing under control and reached for his wand, doing a quick Cleaning Spell on Harry and himself.