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Chapter 33: Anywhere With You
Chapter Number/Total: 33/44
Chapter Title: Anywhere With You
Words: 3457 Words
Draco spread a generous amount of raspberry jam on his toast and ate it with one hand. He sipped his tea with the other while he read the Daily Prophet laid out on the table.
Harry sat eating his eggs and sipping his own tea, listening to the wireless. There weren't any games to hear about, and nothing but the usual "Death Eaters still at large" in the news, so he finally reached over and turned it off.
Draco licked the jam off his fingers before reaching to turn the page of the paper.
Harry smiled slyly at that, watching him, but Draco was reading and didn't catch his lover's gaze. Harry sighed, getting up to make another cup of tea. "What do you want to do today?" he asked from the counter.
Draco looked up. "Well, I had a new potion I was thinking of trying."
Harry sighed again. "That sounds like fun," he replied, his voice slightly flat. He and Draco hadn't left the house much at all since Draco had moved in, except to stop at the Manor a few times. They were quickly running out of things to do - besides each other. But they couldn't shag all day long.
"Did you have something you wanted to do?" Draco asked, catching the tone in his lover's voice.
Harry turned, mug in hand, and shrugged. "No, not really," he said. "There isn't anything to do."
Draco sighed. "You are bored." It wasn't a question. "What did you do in the winter before you had me to shag all the time?"
Harry smiled at that, but then frowned slightly when he actually thought about the question. "Well, me and Ron were still talking," he said quietly. "I guess I went out with him and Hermione a lot, or with our other friends. Over to the Burrow a lot too," he shrugged.
Draco frowned. "Well ..." he said slowly. "You can go out without me."
Harry stared at him. "That's the thing though," he said. "I don't like being away from you. Even when I was out with them all I did was wish I was with you. It would happen again. I want to do something with -" But he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was distracted by a tapping at the kitchen window.
A familiar barn owl stood out on the sill, and Harry recognised it as belonging to Seamus. "Weird," he mumbled to himself, crossing to let the bird inside.
Draco folded the paper and set it aside, watching.
Harry opened the window and the animal hopped in, holding out his leg with the parchment attached. "From Seamus," Harry told Draco, untying the letter.
Draco sipped his tea, waiting for Harry to read the letter.
Harry unrolled the parchment, looking down at Seamus' scrawl.
Harry,
Haven't seen you in ages, mate! Heard about the split with Ginny. Too bad about that. Heard you and Ron aren't talking. Too bad about that as well. He'll come around. Hermione says so even, but, hey, I'm getting together with the usual this weekend, was wondering if you'd fancy coming. Heading over to Hogsmeade. I invited Ron, but he says he's doing something, so you wouldn't have to worry about any of that if you two can't even be in the same room or something - I know you blokes can be that way, spent enough time with you in school. So, go ahead and send Oran back with your answer. Maybe I'll see you soon!
Seamus
Harry sighed as he finished reading the letter. It wasn't exactly much of a mood brightener.
"Well?" Draco asked, waiting to hear what it was about.
Harry looked up at him. "Seamus inviting me out," he said.
"And that's a problem?”
"I just told you I don't really want to go out if you don't," Harry answered.
"Is that a backwards way of saying you want me to go, or that you don't want to go?" Draco snapped.
"Merlin," Harry said, frowning. "Did I do something to you?"
"You say you're bored but you won't go out," Draco said with a sigh. "You want to go but you don't want to go alone .... But you don't ask me to go either."
"Because I didn't know if you'd want to go," Harry huffed. "And you didn't even give me a bloody chance to ask you."
Draco scowled. "You want to go out with your friends, then you should do it. But do you think any of them bloody well want to be sitting with me?"
Harry sighed, walking over to sit next to Draco at the table. "I love my friends," he said. "But I'm in love with you. I don't want to go without you. If I go, then it will be because you're coming with me."
Draco gave a huge sigh, closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair. "They hate me, Harry."
Harry frowned. "They don't hate you," he insisted. "They were there when Neville ... told everything. I think they're actually sort of ... sorry. For seventh year. They said they wouldn't have done those things if they'd known before."
"Yes, because that makes beating me bad, where before it was perfectly fine," Draco sneered.
"I'm not saying what they did was fine, Draco," Harry replied, an edge to his voice. "I was pretty damn mad when I found out what went on, and I don't even know all of what happened. But maybe you're forgetting all of what you did in school. Now, I'm not trying to have a row over this. I don't even want to bloody bring this up, and I know they shouldn't have done what they did. They should all get their arses kicked for it, but I do remember the old Draco Malfoy." He leaned forward, closer to Draco. "I love you," he said. "I'm not telling you that you have to go. I'm only saying that I'm not if you're not."
"Are you giving me an ultimatum?" Draco hissed.
"Oh, bloody hell," Harry said with a heavy sigh, flinging himself backwards. "I'm just trying to tell you that you mean more to me than my friends do. Merlin. Draco, you mean more to me than my friends do. Clear enough?"
Draco flushed, feeling guilty now. "Oh, hell," he echoed, and put his face into his hands.
Harry sighed again. "Don't," he said. "It's my fault. I guess I'm just not very good with words."
Draco pulled his hands down and looked up, face paler. He reached a shaking hand to Harry, not trusting himself to get up or speak yet.
Harry frowned when he actually caught sight of Draco. Noticing his lover's outstretched hand, he took it into his own and squeezed gently. "Draco?" he asked, voice concerned.
Draco pulled the other man to him and pressed his face into his stomach, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
Still frowning, and slightly confused, Harry held Draco's head against him. "Baby?" he asked softly.
It was one of those times when Draco wished he could still cry. He shook instead.
"What's the matter?" Harry whispered, stroking blond hair.
Draco mumbled something against Harry's shirt.
Harry leaned back a bit. "What?" he asked, looking down at Draco.
Draco looked down. "I ..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I am a coward."
Harry was even more confused with this. "What?" he said again. "Why the - What are you saying that for?"
"You want me to sit at a table with them ...." Draco whispered.
"You - you mean ... you're afraid?" Harry realised, frowning heavily. "Of them?"
"Of them, of just about everyone," Draco whispered, not lifting his face. "How often have you seen me go anywhere?"
Harry thought about it. He'd only seen Draco out in public a few times. Well, actually, only those two times he'd run into him before their first Quidditch game - once when he'd been getting his arse beaten, and once when he'd been forced to go out. The rest of the times, Harry had been with him, and they hadn't been around too many other people. "Why?" he asked quietly.
Draco shrugged.
Completely unsure of what to do with that, Harry just sat there, holding Draco. "We don't have to go out with them," he whispered. "Maybe just us two. Hell, we don't even have to go out at all. I'm fine here."
Draco shook his head. "You are not. And you shouldn't have to be," he whispered.
"No, I am," Harry whispered back. "Really, Draco. I mean, yeah I guess I can get a little bored, but we can find stuff to do. I don't want to go without you. Understand that. It's not fun for me without you."
Draco looked up, grey eyes wide with amazement. "You mean it, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Harry told him, raising his eyebrows slightly at Draco's expression.
"I can try to go out," Draco said softly.
Harry sighed quietly and kissed his forehead. "I don't want you to do it if you don't want to."
"I liked going out with you, even before." Draco blushed then. "I wasn't actually trying to seduce you."
Harry chuckled. "Perhaps you're just naturally seductive," he said, trying to joke.
Draco blushed harder and reached a hand up to cup Harry's cheek. "Not that I hadn't thought about it," he whispered.
Draco's words made Harry feel lighter. "I guess it just took care of itself," he said quietly, turning his head to kiss the hand on his face.
Draco slid his hand further up, cupping the back of Harry's head and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
Harry closed his eyes, kissing Draco gently. He pulled him up, trying to get him out of the chair and into his lap.
Draco moved, following his lover's pull and wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders.
Harry held Draco's sides and then slid his hands to the small of his back, pulling Draco flush up against him.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, fingers plunging into his hair.
Harry held Draco even tighter, hands moving lower to press firmly against his arse.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered against his lips, "I would go anywhere to be with you."
Harry kissed him again, so firmly he was actually pressing forward without anything to press Draco against. "And I would spend the rest of," he stopped to kiss again, "my life," again, "locked up if you were there," once more, "with me." And then he somehow managed to lift Draco, sending them both into the table. It probably hurt some, but he covered Draco's mouth with his own, hands on either side of his shoulders.
"Yessss," Draco hissed when Harry pressed him into the table. He trembled with emotion.
Harry moved his lips to Draco's neck, climbing onto the table and into the 'V' created by Draco's legs. He grasped at the silk top of his pyjamas, pulling but unable to take his mouth away.
Draco untangled one hand from Harry's hair and reached down to help him push his pyjama bottoms down.
Harry abandoned the top and pushed it up instead, making sure he could feel Draco's chest. He slid almost fluidly down Draco's body and off the table, kissing as he went, and pulled the bottoms off in one quick swipe. He licked Draco's hips, kissed the skin of his balls, and dipped his tongue into his belly button. He licked along his skin, tracing scars and circling both nipples before he was at his neck again, sucking and licking there.
Draco lay on the table, sighing and moaning while his lover's mouth devoured him. It made him feel worshipped. "Baby, I love you," he whispered.
"Mmm, baby," Harry moaned softly, "you have no idea how much I love you." He slid his tongue into Draco's mouth, running a hand smoothly up his side, over his chest, and then down, stroking his belly.
"Yes, show me," Draco encouraged, his hips arching up to meet Harry's hand.
Harry pushed himself up, pulling his own t-shirt off and then pushing his pyjama bottoms down to his knees, unwilling to climb from the table again. Moving to Draco's mouth once again, he held his hand out. "Accio lube," he whispered against Draco's lips, and he could hear the jar clunking against walls in the house as it made its way to his hand.
Draco heard the jar and might have laughed but his mouth was suddenly full of Harry's tongue. He reached between them and wrapped his fingers around his lover's cock.
Harry groaned deeply, moving his hips so that he thrust slightly into Draco's hand. He fumbled with the lube, slicking his fingers quickly and bringing them to Draco's tight entrance. His arm was in a bit of an awkward position, but he didn't fucking care.
Draco bent his knees and spread his legs so that Harry could reach him easier. "Fuck me, baby, yes," he gasped.
Harry looked down between them, watching Draco's pale hand stroke his cock. He breathed shakily, plunging his fingers into Draco.
Draco moaned, fingers squeezing his lover's cock as he arched again. "Please, baby," he begged.
Harry let out a sound that was not quite a cry, but close. He rubbed Draco's prostate as he stretched him and flung his own head to the side, sending his obtrusive glasses skidding across the table top.
Draco cried out, tugging Harry's hair. "Now, fuck, now!"
"Fuck," Harry groaned lowly, reaching immediately to lift Draco's hips, giving himself an easier angle. He moved Draco's legs so that they were held up by his arms. "Put me in there, baby," he gasped.
Draco guided his lover's cock to his entrance, his hand shaking slightly as he did. "Yes, fuck me," he whispered, gazing up at Harry.
Harry slid forward slowly, still breathing shakily as he stared down at Draco with heavily-lidded eyes.
Draco sighed in pleasure as he felt Harry's cock stretching and filling him. "Oh, yes, baby, yes," he babbled, "I love the feel of you inside me."
Harry panted in great breaths against Draco's face, moving in until he could absolutely go no further, pressing Draco firmly into the table.
Pinned between his lover and the table, Draco lay happy and panting. His body clenched and relaxed around his lover's cock and his hand in Harry's hair mirrored those motions.
Harry stayed that way for a long moment, staring into Draco's face. "I love you," he said in a voice nearly as firm as his posture. He slid out a bit and back in, rocking Draco with the movement.
"Yes, Harry, yes," Draco whispered, eyes focused on the other man's. He never felt this good except when he was with Harry. He wondered sometimes if that was wrong, but he wanted this, wanted to be happy.
Harry bumped against Draco's face with his nose, nudging his chin up so that he could suck under it as he thrust, his movements still firm and smooth.
Draco obliged, lifting his chin.
Harry licked him, nipping gently with his teeth before he began to suck on the tender flesh. He fucked Draco as thoroughly as he always made sure to do, moving hips in a circle against him as he slid in and out.
"Gods, you feel so fucking amazing," Draco gasped. "You make me feel like anything is possible."
Harry thrust harder, rotating quicker. "Feel that way," he whispered breathlessly. "Feel it."
"Yes, I feel you, inside me," Draco answered. "Loved you and never thought this was possible."
"I'm here," Harry whispered. "Here with you, inside you. Not leaving." The strain on his arms was getting a little uncomfortable, so he moved them, one hand in Draco's hair and the other holding his jaw. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered.
Draco did, hooking feet together behind his lover. "Yes, together," Draco whispered.
"Together," Harry agreed as their bodies did move together, sliding and arching. It was smooth and slow, nearly perfect timing. Even their breath seemed to be in sync.
"Yes, baby, yes," Draco gasped, panting harder now as his arousal grew.
Harry moved and sucked on Draco's collarbone, the sensations inside him growing as well. He pushed harder into Draco, trying to intensify the experience. "Come on," he whispered to himself, trying to find that spot to make Draco feel even more.
Draco pulled himself up using his legs and arching his back until he felt that surge of pleasure. "Harry!" he shouted when he came a few thrusts later.
"Oh, Draco, so beautiful," Harry whispered, watching Draco through his orgasm. He kissed his neck again, thrusting until he was coming too, his body trembling.
Draco panted and held Harry, equally amazed at watching his lover's face when he came. "Oh, yes," he encouraged.
Harry lowered himself against Draco when the more intense sensations had faded away, leaving him weak and feeling tired, as usual. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Draco's skin.
Draco untangled his fingers and petted his lover's hair. "Hey, we can add the kitchen to the list now," he said with an amused smirk.
Harry laughed quietly. "We can continue to defile every place people eat in this house," he said.
"Defile?" Draco asked in mock offence. "Consecrate more like. If this isn't sacred, nothing is."
Harry sighed happily, lifting his head to kiss Draco's lips. "I reckon you're right," he whispered against them.
Draco gave Harry a squeeze with his arms and legs and then let his legs relax and slide down to rest on the table. He continued to gently card his fingers through his lover's hair. "I will go with you," he whispered.
Harry sighed quietly. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"I will go anywhere with you," Draco replied, kissing his lover's forehead.
Just then, there was a loud, annoyed screech that filled the kitchen. Harry jumped and twisted his head around quickly to see, Oran, Seamus' owl, still waiting over by the window. Harry didn't know if it was actually possible for birds to look angry, but if it were, then Oran did.
Draco laughed, body shaking with it. "I suppose you should answer the letter before he attacks."
Harry knew how very possible that was, remembering Hedwig with a small sigh as he reached and then pushed his glasses back on. "I'm coming; I'm coming," he said, gently sliding away from Draco and getting gingerly to his feet before he pulled his partially removed bottoms up. His knees hurt and he walked strangely as he made his way over to the owl, shivering at the freezing air blowing through the window. He hadn't noticed it at all while with Draco. He went to a drawer for a quill and ink. "You sure?" he asked Draco again, poised to write his response.
"About you, yes," Draco replied. He cast a Cleaning Charm on himself and the table before pulling his pyjama bottoms back on.
"Draco," Harry said firmly, looking at him. "Are you sure about going? We don't have to." He wanted to be sure himself. Draco had reacted so strangely before.
Draco wasn't sure, but he was sure he didn't want Harry to give up his friends for him. "Yes," he answered.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Okay," he said, bringing the quill to the parchment.
Seamus,
Sounds good. Thanks about mentioning that other stuff though - brightened my day right up.
No, I'm just taking the piss, but it is a situation I'm in, so it should be nice to get out for a bit. I'm bringing a friend with me though, and if you're real clever, you'll be able to figure out who it is. See you this weekend.
Harry
He straightened up when finished and reached to tie the parchment to Oran's leg. The owl looked at him with what could almost be narrowed eyes. "Sorry," Harry told him cautiously, tying as quickly as he could. When Harry finished, Oran took off, but not before knocking him in the face with his wing.
Draco shook his head at the bird's attitude. "When is this gathering?"
"This weekend," Harry replied, reaching to close the window.
Draco took a deep breath and nodded again. "I love you," he said softly.
Harry walked back over to Draco, pulling him forward with his slightly cold hands. "I love you, too," he said. "And if you're doing this for me, you really, really don't have to."
"I know," Draco said with an arched eyebrow and a smirk. "Want to help me in the lab today?"
Harry smiled, giving Draco's nose a small kiss. "Sure."
Chapter Title: Anywhere With You
Words: 3457 Words
Draco spread a generous amount of raspberry jam on his toast and ate it with one hand. He sipped his tea with the other while he read the Daily Prophet laid out on the table.
Harry sat eating his eggs and sipping his own tea, listening to the wireless. There weren't any games to hear about, and nothing but the usual "Death Eaters still at large" in the news, so he finally reached over and turned it off.
Draco licked the jam off his fingers before reaching to turn the page of the paper.
Harry smiled slyly at that, watching him, but Draco was reading and didn't catch his lover's gaze. Harry sighed, getting up to make another cup of tea. "What do you want to do today?" he asked from the counter.
Draco looked up. "Well, I had a new potion I was thinking of trying."
Harry sighed again. "That sounds like fun," he replied, his voice slightly flat. He and Draco hadn't left the house much at all since Draco had moved in, except to stop at the Manor a few times. They were quickly running out of things to do - besides each other. But they couldn't shag all day long.
"Did you have something you wanted to do?" Draco asked, catching the tone in his lover's voice.
Harry turned, mug in hand, and shrugged. "No, not really," he said. "There isn't anything to do."
Draco sighed. "You are bored." It wasn't a question. "What did you do in the winter before you had me to shag all the time?"
Harry smiled at that, but then frowned slightly when he actually thought about the question. "Well, me and Ron were still talking," he said quietly. "I guess I went out with him and Hermione a lot, or with our other friends. Over to the Burrow a lot too," he shrugged.
Draco frowned. "Well ..." he said slowly. "You can go out without me."
Harry stared at him. "That's the thing though," he said. "I don't like being away from you. Even when I was out with them all I did was wish I was with you. It would happen again. I want to do something with -" But he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was distracted by a tapping at the kitchen window.
A familiar barn owl stood out on the sill, and Harry recognised it as belonging to Seamus. "Weird," he mumbled to himself, crossing to let the bird inside.
Draco folded the paper and set it aside, watching.
Harry opened the window and the animal hopped in, holding out his leg with the parchment attached. "From Seamus," Harry told Draco, untying the letter.
Draco sipped his tea, waiting for Harry to read the letter.
Harry unrolled the parchment, looking down at Seamus' scrawl.
Harry,
Haven't seen you in ages, mate! Heard about the split with Ginny. Too bad about that. Heard you and Ron aren't talking. Too bad about that as well. He'll come around. Hermione says so even, but, hey, I'm getting together with the usual this weekend, was wondering if you'd fancy coming. Heading over to Hogsmeade. I invited Ron, but he says he's doing something, so you wouldn't have to worry about any of that if you two can't even be in the same room or something - I know you blokes can be that way, spent enough time with you in school. So, go ahead and send Oran back with your answer. Maybe I'll see you soon!
Seamus
Harry sighed as he finished reading the letter. It wasn't exactly much of a mood brightener.
"Well?" Draco asked, waiting to hear what it was about.
Harry looked up at him. "Seamus inviting me out," he said.
"And that's a problem?”
"I just told you I don't really want to go out if you don't," Harry answered.
"Is that a backwards way of saying you want me to go, or that you don't want to go?" Draco snapped.
"Merlin," Harry said, frowning. "Did I do something to you?"
"You say you're bored but you won't go out," Draco said with a sigh. "You want to go but you don't want to go alone .... But you don't ask me to go either."
"Because I didn't know if you'd want to go," Harry huffed. "And you didn't even give me a bloody chance to ask you."
Draco scowled. "You want to go out with your friends, then you should do it. But do you think any of them bloody well want to be sitting with me?"
Harry sighed, walking over to sit next to Draco at the table. "I love my friends," he said. "But I'm in love with you. I don't want to go without you. If I go, then it will be because you're coming with me."
Draco gave a huge sigh, closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair. "They hate me, Harry."
Harry frowned. "They don't hate you," he insisted. "They were there when Neville ... told everything. I think they're actually sort of ... sorry. For seventh year. They said they wouldn't have done those things if they'd known before."
"Yes, because that makes beating me bad, where before it was perfectly fine," Draco sneered.
"I'm not saying what they did was fine, Draco," Harry replied, an edge to his voice. "I was pretty damn mad when I found out what went on, and I don't even know all of what happened. But maybe you're forgetting all of what you did in school. Now, I'm not trying to have a row over this. I don't even want to bloody bring this up, and I know they shouldn't have done what they did. They should all get their arses kicked for it, but I do remember the old Draco Malfoy." He leaned forward, closer to Draco. "I love you," he said. "I'm not telling you that you have to go. I'm only saying that I'm not if you're not."
"Are you giving me an ultimatum?" Draco hissed.
"Oh, bloody hell," Harry said with a heavy sigh, flinging himself backwards. "I'm just trying to tell you that you mean more to me than my friends do. Merlin. Draco, you mean more to me than my friends do. Clear enough?"
Draco flushed, feeling guilty now. "Oh, hell," he echoed, and put his face into his hands.
Harry sighed again. "Don't," he said. "It's my fault. I guess I'm just not very good with words."
Draco pulled his hands down and looked up, face paler. He reached a shaking hand to Harry, not trusting himself to get up or speak yet.
Harry frowned when he actually caught sight of Draco. Noticing his lover's outstretched hand, he took it into his own and squeezed gently. "Draco?" he asked, voice concerned.
Draco pulled the other man to him and pressed his face into his stomach, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.
Still frowning, and slightly confused, Harry held Draco's head against him. "Baby?" he asked softly.
It was one of those times when Draco wished he could still cry. He shook instead.
"What's the matter?" Harry whispered, stroking blond hair.
Draco mumbled something against Harry's shirt.
Harry leaned back a bit. "What?" he asked, looking down at Draco.
Draco looked down. "I ..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I am a coward."
Harry was even more confused with this. "What?" he said again. "Why the - What are you saying that for?"
"You want me to sit at a table with them ...." Draco whispered.
"You - you mean ... you're afraid?" Harry realised, frowning heavily. "Of them?"
"Of them, of just about everyone," Draco whispered, not lifting his face. "How often have you seen me go anywhere?"
Harry thought about it. He'd only seen Draco out in public a few times. Well, actually, only those two times he'd run into him before their first Quidditch game - once when he'd been getting his arse beaten, and once when he'd been forced to go out. The rest of the times, Harry had been with him, and they hadn't been around too many other people. "Why?" he asked quietly.
Draco shrugged.
Completely unsure of what to do with that, Harry just sat there, holding Draco. "We don't have to go out with them," he whispered. "Maybe just us two. Hell, we don't even have to go out at all. I'm fine here."
Draco shook his head. "You are not. And you shouldn't have to be," he whispered.
"No, I am," Harry whispered back. "Really, Draco. I mean, yeah I guess I can get a little bored, but we can find stuff to do. I don't want to go without you. Understand that. It's not fun for me without you."
Draco looked up, grey eyes wide with amazement. "You mean it, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Harry told him, raising his eyebrows slightly at Draco's expression.
"I can try to go out," Draco said softly.
Harry sighed quietly and kissed his forehead. "I don't want you to do it if you don't want to."
"I liked going out with you, even before." Draco blushed then. "I wasn't actually trying to seduce you."
Harry chuckled. "Perhaps you're just naturally seductive," he said, trying to joke.
Draco blushed harder and reached a hand up to cup Harry's cheek. "Not that I hadn't thought about it," he whispered.
Draco's words made Harry feel lighter. "I guess it just took care of itself," he said quietly, turning his head to kiss the hand on his face.
Draco slid his hand further up, cupping the back of Harry's head and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
Harry closed his eyes, kissing Draco gently. He pulled him up, trying to get him out of the chair and into his lap.
Draco moved, following his lover's pull and wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders.
Harry held Draco's sides and then slid his hands to the small of his back, pulling Draco flush up against him.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, fingers plunging into his hair.
Harry held Draco even tighter, hands moving lower to press firmly against his arse.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered against his lips, "I would go anywhere to be with you."
Harry kissed him again, so firmly he was actually pressing forward without anything to press Draco against. "And I would spend the rest of," he stopped to kiss again, "my life," again, "locked up if you were there," once more, "with me." And then he somehow managed to lift Draco, sending them both into the table. It probably hurt some, but he covered Draco's mouth with his own, hands on either side of his shoulders.
"Yessss," Draco hissed when Harry pressed him into the table. He trembled with emotion.
Harry moved his lips to Draco's neck, climbing onto the table and into the 'V' created by Draco's legs. He grasped at the silk top of his pyjamas, pulling but unable to take his mouth away.
Draco untangled one hand from Harry's hair and reached down to help him push his pyjama bottoms down.
Harry abandoned the top and pushed it up instead, making sure he could feel Draco's chest. He slid almost fluidly down Draco's body and off the table, kissing as he went, and pulled the bottoms off in one quick swipe. He licked Draco's hips, kissed the skin of his balls, and dipped his tongue into his belly button. He licked along his skin, tracing scars and circling both nipples before he was at his neck again, sucking and licking there.
Draco lay on the table, sighing and moaning while his lover's mouth devoured him. It made him feel worshipped. "Baby, I love you," he whispered.
"Mmm, baby," Harry moaned softly, "you have no idea how much I love you." He slid his tongue into Draco's mouth, running a hand smoothly up his side, over his chest, and then down, stroking his belly.
"Yes, show me," Draco encouraged, his hips arching up to meet Harry's hand.
Harry pushed himself up, pulling his own t-shirt off and then pushing his pyjama bottoms down to his knees, unwilling to climb from the table again. Moving to Draco's mouth once again, he held his hand out. "Accio lube," he whispered against Draco's lips, and he could hear the jar clunking against walls in the house as it made its way to his hand.
Draco heard the jar and might have laughed but his mouth was suddenly full of Harry's tongue. He reached between them and wrapped his fingers around his lover's cock.
Harry groaned deeply, moving his hips so that he thrust slightly into Draco's hand. He fumbled with the lube, slicking his fingers quickly and bringing them to Draco's tight entrance. His arm was in a bit of an awkward position, but he didn't fucking care.
Draco bent his knees and spread his legs so that Harry could reach him easier. "Fuck me, baby, yes," he gasped.
Harry looked down between them, watching Draco's pale hand stroke his cock. He breathed shakily, plunging his fingers into Draco.
Draco moaned, fingers squeezing his lover's cock as he arched again. "Please, baby," he begged.
Harry let out a sound that was not quite a cry, but close. He rubbed Draco's prostate as he stretched him and flung his own head to the side, sending his obtrusive glasses skidding across the table top.
Draco cried out, tugging Harry's hair. "Now, fuck, now!"
"Fuck," Harry groaned lowly, reaching immediately to lift Draco's hips, giving himself an easier angle. He moved Draco's legs so that they were held up by his arms. "Put me in there, baby," he gasped.
Draco guided his lover's cock to his entrance, his hand shaking slightly as he did. "Yes, fuck me," he whispered, gazing up at Harry.
Harry slid forward slowly, still breathing shakily as he stared down at Draco with heavily-lidded eyes.
Draco sighed in pleasure as he felt Harry's cock stretching and filling him. "Oh, yes, baby, yes," he babbled, "I love the feel of you inside me."
Harry panted in great breaths against Draco's face, moving in until he could absolutely go no further, pressing Draco firmly into the table.
Pinned between his lover and the table, Draco lay happy and panting. His body clenched and relaxed around his lover's cock and his hand in Harry's hair mirrored those motions.
Harry stayed that way for a long moment, staring into Draco's face. "I love you," he said in a voice nearly as firm as his posture. He slid out a bit and back in, rocking Draco with the movement.
"Yes, Harry, yes," Draco whispered, eyes focused on the other man's. He never felt this good except when he was with Harry. He wondered sometimes if that was wrong, but he wanted this, wanted to be happy.
Harry bumped against Draco's face with his nose, nudging his chin up so that he could suck under it as he thrust, his movements still firm and smooth.
Draco obliged, lifting his chin.
Harry licked him, nipping gently with his teeth before he began to suck on the tender flesh. He fucked Draco as thoroughly as he always made sure to do, moving hips in a circle against him as he slid in and out.
"Gods, you feel so fucking amazing," Draco gasped. "You make me feel like anything is possible."
Harry thrust harder, rotating quicker. "Feel that way," he whispered breathlessly. "Feel it."
"Yes, I feel you, inside me," Draco answered. "Loved you and never thought this was possible."
"I'm here," Harry whispered. "Here with you, inside you. Not leaving." The strain on his arms was getting a little uncomfortable, so he moved them, one hand in Draco's hair and the other holding his jaw. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered.
Draco did, hooking feet together behind his lover. "Yes, together," Draco whispered.
"Together," Harry agreed as their bodies did move together, sliding and arching. It was smooth and slow, nearly perfect timing. Even their breath seemed to be in sync.
"Yes, baby, yes," Draco gasped, panting harder now as his arousal grew.
Harry moved and sucked on Draco's collarbone, the sensations inside him growing as well. He pushed harder into Draco, trying to intensify the experience. "Come on," he whispered to himself, trying to find that spot to make Draco feel even more.
Draco pulled himself up using his legs and arching his back until he felt that surge of pleasure. "Harry!" he shouted when he came a few thrusts later.
"Oh, Draco, so beautiful," Harry whispered, watching Draco through his orgasm. He kissed his neck again, thrusting until he was coming too, his body trembling.
Draco panted and held Harry, equally amazed at watching his lover's face when he came. "Oh, yes," he encouraged.
Harry lowered himself against Draco when the more intense sensations had faded away, leaving him weak and feeling tired, as usual. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Draco's skin.
Draco untangled his fingers and petted his lover's hair. "Hey, we can add the kitchen to the list now," he said with an amused smirk.
Harry laughed quietly. "We can continue to defile every place people eat in this house," he said.
"Defile?" Draco asked in mock offence. "Consecrate more like. If this isn't sacred, nothing is."
Harry sighed happily, lifting his head to kiss Draco's lips. "I reckon you're right," he whispered against them.
Draco gave Harry a squeeze with his arms and legs and then let his legs relax and slide down to rest on the table. He continued to gently card his fingers through his lover's hair. "I will go with you," he whispered.
Harry sighed quietly. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"I will go anywhere with you," Draco replied, kissing his lover's forehead.
Just then, there was a loud, annoyed screech that filled the kitchen. Harry jumped and twisted his head around quickly to see, Oran, Seamus' owl, still waiting over by the window. Harry didn't know if it was actually possible for birds to look angry, but if it were, then Oran did.
Draco laughed, body shaking with it. "I suppose you should answer the letter before he attacks."
Harry knew how very possible that was, remembering Hedwig with a small sigh as he reached and then pushed his glasses back on. "I'm coming; I'm coming," he said, gently sliding away from Draco and getting gingerly to his feet before he pulled his partially removed bottoms up. His knees hurt and he walked strangely as he made his way over to the owl, shivering at the freezing air blowing through the window. He hadn't noticed it at all while with Draco. He went to a drawer for a quill and ink. "You sure?" he asked Draco again, poised to write his response.
"About you, yes," Draco replied. He cast a Cleaning Charm on himself and the table before pulling his pyjama bottoms back on.
"Draco," Harry said firmly, looking at him. "Are you sure about going? We don't have to." He wanted to be sure himself. Draco had reacted so strangely before.
Draco wasn't sure, but he was sure he didn't want Harry to give up his friends for him. "Yes," he answered.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Okay," he said, bringing the quill to the parchment.
Seamus,
Sounds good. Thanks about mentioning that other stuff though - brightened my day right up.
No, I'm just taking the piss, but it is a situation I'm in, so it should be nice to get out for a bit. I'm bringing a friend with me though, and if you're real clever, you'll be able to figure out who it is. See you this weekend.
Harry
He straightened up when finished and reached to tie the parchment to Oran's leg. The owl looked at him with what could almost be narrowed eyes. "Sorry," Harry told him cautiously, tying as quickly as he could. When Harry finished, Oran took off, but not before knocking him in the face with his wing.
Draco shook his head at the bird's attitude. "When is this gathering?"
"This weekend," Harry replied, reaching to close the window.
Draco took a deep breath and nodded again. "I love you," he said softly.
Harry walked back over to Draco, pulling him forward with his slightly cold hands. "I love you, too," he said. "And if you're doing this for me, you really, really don't have to."
"I know," Draco said with an arched eyebrow and a smirk. "Want to help me in the lab today?"
Harry smiled, giving Draco's nose a small kiss. "Sure."