A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 4: That Good
Chapter Number/Total: 4/43
Chapter Title: That Good
Words: 2071 Words
Since Neville had sent a letter a few days ago, Harry knew who was knocking as he made his way down the hallway. When the letter had arrived in the post and Harry had shown it to Draco, he'd studied the man to see how he felt about Neville coming over. Harry could tell it made him a little nervous, but it seemed like he was more nervous about the reason Neville was visiting rather than that it was Neville visiting, but he had also seemed curious. Harry was nervous for different reasons. Besides Hermione, Neville would be the only one to come over since... what had happened. He was afraid of how Draco might react or feel, but maybe it would be good for them both.
Harry opened the door and smiled to see the man standing there. "Hi, Neville," he said. "Come on in."
Neville smiled too and nodded his head. "Hello, Harry," he answered, stepping inside.
"Draco and I were just sitting down here," Harry said, closing the door and then leading Neville back down the hall and into the sitting room.
Draco had been nervous since they'd received the owl from Neville. He hadn't spoken to Neville alone since before the final battle at Hogwarts, and he didn't know what the man wanted to talk to them about. He got up to meet their guest, setting his book aside.
"Good to see you, Draco," Neville greeted him, holding his hand out.
Draco shook it, surprised at Neville's firm grip and easy smile. "Yes, nice to see you," he echoed, and gestured for Neville to take a seat.
Harry sat down beside his lover and rested his arms on his own thighs. "So, how you been?" he asked Neville.
Neville sat in a nearby chair, leaning back and looking relaxed. "I'm doing well. I've an apprenticeship with a magical nursery and greenhouse," he explained.
Draco envied how comfortable the man looked. He did seem so much more confident than before the war. "Which grower?" he asked, looking up and then wondering where Kreacher was with the tea service.
"Dickon's," Neville answered.
"Some of the supplies I use in my potions come from there," Draco pointed out.
"Is it going well for you?" Harry asked his friend.
"Oh, you know me," Neville said. "I love working with plants. And it's a nice break after everything that happened last year." He glanced at Draco.
Draco nodded in understanding but didn't know what more to say.
The silence didn't last long. There was a distant crash and all three men startled.
Harry jumped quickly to his feet, huffing. "I'll be right back," he said, looking at Draco. "He probably dropped the tray." It wouldn't be the first time the old elf had lost his grip. He turned and hurried out of the room.
Draco looked after him, shaking his head.
Neville smiled. "You'll have to give him time, Draco. Harry's used to thinking he has to save the world. Now he's trying to save you."
The blond's eyes widened but then he smiled. "He treats me like I am made of glass."
"We both know you're tougher than that," Neville observed.
Draco's eyes met Neville's and they sat for a minute, a quiet understanding between them.
Harry came back in after another few seconds, shaking his head and followed by Kreacher.
"Kreacher is most sorry, Master," Kreacher wheezed, laying the new tray upon the coffee table.
"I said it's okay, Kreacher," Harry answered. "Three times already."
Kreacher nodded gravely, but as he bowed himself out he muttered, "Kreacher thinks it should be okay. Kreacher cleans after Master enough."
Harry snorted, shaking his head again as he reached to make his tea.
Draco smiled but waved his lover's hand away, pouring tea for all three of them and handing Neville his first, then Harry.
"You should come by Dickon's Garden sometime, Draco," Neville said then, sipping his tea. "I could give you a tour."
Draco tensed. Trying to imagine going anywhere right now was difficult.
Harry looked sideways at Draco, seeing the unease. He laid his hand gently atop Draco's thigh.
Draco shivered at the touch. He looked down and laid his hand on top of Harry's, lacing their fingers together. Harry's touch was soothing. When he looked up and met Neville's eyes again, he swallowed hard before speaking. "I would be honoured," he answered.
"Good," Neville smiled, picking up a biscuit and taking a bite.
They talked about potions or plants or other friends. Harry knew that Draco and Neville got along now, but it was still strange. He remembered how much Neville had been made fun of in school, and how often it had been Draco throwing the insults; and now Draco was honoured to have Neville give him a tour? Harry shook his head. Had he not actually lived though all the turns his life had taken since the war, he wouldn't have believed a single bit of it.
***
Harry believed Neville's visit the previous day had ended up doing good, like he had hoped it would. Draco had seemed in a bit of a better mood than usual, and Harry was very glad for that. He smiled right then as he read his section of the newspaper. He looked at Draco propped up in bed next to him, reading his own section. "Gryffindor won," he announced. "Against Slytherin in a match last weekend."
Draco arched an eyebrow and looked over the paper at his lover. "Not a real victory given the mess Slytherin is in these days," he said.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really?" he asked. "So you're saying they wouldn't have won if the Slytherin team hadn't been in a mess?"
Draco tried to control his smile - it pulled at the edges of his mouth. "Obviously, without the great Harry Potter," he drawled.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "That sounds like sarcasm," he accused.
Both eyebrows raised now. "I am completely serious," Draco replied, but he was losing the battle with his lips as they quirked up some more.
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "You are being sarcastic," he said, his own lips quirking as he lowered the paper. "I bet I could take the entire Slytherin team single-handedly - including when you were on it." He smirked.
"Hardly," Draco sneered, setting the paper aside.
"Yes I could," said Harry, still smirking. "I could especially take you."
"You think you could?" Draco teased, smirk in place now. The words and the sparkle in Harry's eyes were exciting.
"I know I could," Harry answered. "I could take you right now. Right here."
Draco's heart sped up at that promise. "You've just been lucky," he retorted.
"Lucky?" Harry repeated in pretend indignation. "It is pure talent." He laid the paper aside, and then, because it seemed Draco would allow it, crept closer.
Draco licked his lips, looking up at the man crouched over him. "Really?" he drawled. "You think you are that good?"
"Better than good," Harry said, smirking again. "I'm better than good at everything." His lips twitched in amusement, and his fingers were poised to tickle.
"Such a braggart," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry laughed and pinned Draco. "You have to be when you're as good as me," he said, fingers moving mercilessly over Draco's ribs.
Draco squirmed, laughing as the other man tickled him. He grabbed Harry's wrists, trying to twist them away and behind his lover's back.
"Nope," Harry told him, avoiding Draco's attempts to get him away. He laughed and tickled under Draco's arms.
Harry had straddled him and Draco's body was reacting as much to that as to the tickling. When grabbing his wrists didn't work, he reached up and grabbed Harry's hair, bringing him down for a kiss.
Harry gasped quietly and stilled - before he kissed Draco back, sighing.
Draco trembled, sucking and licking at his lover's lips as his other hand rested on Harry's thigh.
Harry's eyes slid shut as he sighed again. He moved his hands slowly down Draco's sides, over his pyjama top.
Draco's arousal was now pressed against Harry's cock through the fabric of their pyjamas. He groaned, arching up as his fingers tightened in Harry's hair.
Harry gasped again, bearing down against Draco as he felt the pressure against his cock. He licked along Draco's lips, his heart beating madly.
Draco shivered, tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth as he rotated his hips.
Harry didn't know if this was okay, but, God, he couldn't stop. He moaned lowly as he sucked on Draco's tongue, meeting the movements of Draco's hips.
Draco lost himself in the feel of his lover's body sliding against his own, causing the silk of his pyjamas to rub deliciously against his skin. The sensation of Harry sucking on his tongue travelled down his spine to his erection and he shuddered.
"Mmm, Draco," Harry whispered, forgetting himself completely and sliding hands up under Draco's shirt.
Draco literally seemed to freeze up as Harry touched his flesh. His hand left Harry's thigh as he reached to grab his wrist again.
Harry's eyes snapped open and his stomach plummeted. He froze himself, but then quickly took his hands away from Draco's skin. "I - I - " he spluttered.
Draco pulled Harry's head back enough to look into his eyes. "Don't apologise," he growled.
Harry hardly knew what to say to that. He swallowed, still breathing heavily.
Draco swallowed hard, taking several deep breaths. "Let's ... let's try this with the clothes on..." he managed.
Harry's eyes widened. What? "I - Are you - I mean ..." he stammered, not really saying much of anything.
Draco tried to focus, that confusing mix of desire and fear making him shake. "I want you," he whispered.
Harry stared down at Draco, still close enough to just feel his breath on his face. "You're sure?" he whispered back, his heart beginning to thump again.
"Sure I want you? Yes," Draco whispered. "Sure I won't have another ... episode? No." He took a deep breath. "Want to try anyway?"
Harry winced at Draco's words. Merlin, he wanted him so badly it hurt. Could they try? Would Draco be able to do it? It had felt fine before Harry had fucked up and touched Draco's skin again. He took in a shaky breath. "I - I guess we could try," he said quietly.
"Kiss me," Draco said, needing Harry so much he ached. Being with Harry was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was terrified he would lose him.
Harry slowly and hesitantly leaned down, touching his lips to Draco's softly.
Draco released Harry's wrist, sliding his hand up his lover's side. "Yes," he whispered against Harry's lips, his tongue flicking out to caress them.
Harry took a deep breath, touching his tongue to Draco's as he moved a hand up to cup his face.
Draco kept his eyes half open, finding it helped to be able to see Harry. His arousal had flagged a bit when they had stopped, but now returned as he arched against his lover again.
Harry pressed down, feeling the tingle and tightening in his groin as he did. He made a small noise of pleasure, moving his fingers up into Draco's hair.
Draco gripped his lover's hair, sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth as he felt his cock pressing against his own. His hand on Harry's side moved to his back, fingers splayed as he pulled him tighter against his own body.
Harry groaned. It felt so good to be with Draco this way, felt right. He grasped Draco's side again, making sure that his hand rested on top of the fabric and not beneath it.
Draco rotated his hips and rocked his body with Harry's. He broke the kiss, panting but skill kissing along Harry's jaw. "Yes, baby, yes," he encouraged.
"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed, pressing tightly against Draco. He moved a littler firmer, a little faster.
Face pressed cheek to cheek with Harry's, Draco hung on, writhing under his lover and feeling his body respond enthusiastically. He breathed in Harry's ear. "Yes, baby," he gasped again.
"Oh, God," Harry whimpered. "Oh, God, gonna come." He clung to Draco's shirt, grasping tightly as he thrust down.
Draco was close too, grinding himself hard and fast against his lover. "Yessss!" he gasped as his cock spasmed, soaking the silk pyjama bottoms.
Harry covered Draco's mouth with his own, groaning into it as he spilled his seed into his trousers as well, body trembling.
Draco kissed him through their orgasms, loving the feel of Harry's body shuddering against his own.
Harry pulled back gently, pressing his face into Draco's neck as he took quick breaths. "Love you, baby," he whispered, smiling lazily and feeling amazed.
"I love you, too," Draco said, nuzzling the side of Harry's face. He snorted in amusement when he realised their old rivalry was what had started this little session.
Harry picked his head back up after a few moments and stared down at Draco, smiling at him as he tucked his hair back.
Draco smiled crookedly. "If that's how you meant it, I think I agree that you can certainly take me," he teased. "Very talented."
Harry hummed in amusement. "I find you have great talent as well."
Draco was sweaty and sticky and he felt happy. It wasn't everything he wanted yet, but it was a start. Maybe they could get past this.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again, feeling better than he had in weeks.
Chapter Title: That Good
Words: 2071 Words
Since Neville had sent a letter a few days ago, Harry knew who was knocking as he made his way down the hallway. When the letter had arrived in the post and Harry had shown it to Draco, he'd studied the man to see how he felt about Neville coming over. Harry could tell it made him a little nervous, but it seemed like he was more nervous about the reason Neville was visiting rather than that it was Neville visiting, but he had also seemed curious. Harry was nervous for different reasons. Besides Hermione, Neville would be the only one to come over since... what had happened. He was afraid of how Draco might react or feel, but maybe it would be good for them both.
Harry opened the door and smiled to see the man standing there. "Hi, Neville," he said. "Come on in."
Neville smiled too and nodded his head. "Hello, Harry," he answered, stepping inside.
"Draco and I were just sitting down here," Harry said, closing the door and then leading Neville back down the hall and into the sitting room.
Draco had been nervous since they'd received the owl from Neville. He hadn't spoken to Neville alone since before the final battle at Hogwarts, and he didn't know what the man wanted to talk to them about. He got up to meet their guest, setting his book aside.
"Good to see you, Draco," Neville greeted him, holding his hand out.
Draco shook it, surprised at Neville's firm grip and easy smile. "Yes, nice to see you," he echoed, and gestured for Neville to take a seat.
Harry sat down beside his lover and rested his arms on his own thighs. "So, how you been?" he asked Neville.
Neville sat in a nearby chair, leaning back and looking relaxed. "I'm doing well. I've an apprenticeship with a magical nursery and greenhouse," he explained.
Draco envied how comfortable the man looked. He did seem so much more confident than before the war. "Which grower?" he asked, looking up and then wondering where Kreacher was with the tea service.
"Dickon's," Neville answered.
"Some of the supplies I use in my potions come from there," Draco pointed out.
"Is it going well for you?" Harry asked his friend.
"Oh, you know me," Neville said. "I love working with plants. And it's a nice break after everything that happened last year." He glanced at Draco.
Draco nodded in understanding but didn't know what more to say.
The silence didn't last long. There was a distant crash and all three men startled.
Harry jumped quickly to his feet, huffing. "I'll be right back," he said, looking at Draco. "He probably dropped the tray." It wouldn't be the first time the old elf had lost his grip. He turned and hurried out of the room.
Draco looked after him, shaking his head.
Neville smiled. "You'll have to give him time, Draco. Harry's used to thinking he has to save the world. Now he's trying to save you."
The blond's eyes widened but then he smiled. "He treats me like I am made of glass."
"We both know you're tougher than that," Neville observed.
Draco's eyes met Neville's and they sat for a minute, a quiet understanding between them.
Harry came back in after another few seconds, shaking his head and followed by Kreacher.
"Kreacher is most sorry, Master," Kreacher wheezed, laying the new tray upon the coffee table.
"I said it's okay, Kreacher," Harry answered. "Three times already."
Kreacher nodded gravely, but as he bowed himself out he muttered, "Kreacher thinks it should be okay. Kreacher cleans after Master enough."
Harry snorted, shaking his head again as he reached to make his tea.
Draco smiled but waved his lover's hand away, pouring tea for all three of them and handing Neville his first, then Harry.
"You should come by Dickon's Garden sometime, Draco," Neville said then, sipping his tea. "I could give you a tour."
Draco tensed. Trying to imagine going anywhere right now was difficult.
Harry looked sideways at Draco, seeing the unease. He laid his hand gently atop Draco's thigh.
Draco shivered at the touch. He looked down and laid his hand on top of Harry's, lacing their fingers together. Harry's touch was soothing. When he looked up and met Neville's eyes again, he swallowed hard before speaking. "I would be honoured," he answered.
"Good," Neville smiled, picking up a biscuit and taking a bite.
They talked about potions or plants or other friends. Harry knew that Draco and Neville got along now, but it was still strange. He remembered how much Neville had been made fun of in school, and how often it had been Draco throwing the insults; and now Draco was honoured to have Neville give him a tour? Harry shook his head. Had he not actually lived though all the turns his life had taken since the war, he wouldn't have believed a single bit of it.
***
Harry believed Neville's visit the previous day had ended up doing good, like he had hoped it would. Draco had seemed in a bit of a better mood than usual, and Harry was very glad for that. He smiled right then as he read his section of the newspaper. He looked at Draco propped up in bed next to him, reading his own section. "Gryffindor won," he announced. "Against Slytherin in a match last weekend."
Draco arched an eyebrow and looked over the paper at his lover. "Not a real victory given the mess Slytherin is in these days," he said.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really?" he asked. "So you're saying they wouldn't have won if the Slytherin team hadn't been in a mess?"
Draco tried to control his smile - it pulled at the edges of his mouth. "Obviously, without the great Harry Potter," he drawled.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "That sounds like sarcasm," he accused.
Both eyebrows raised now. "I am completely serious," Draco replied, but he was losing the battle with his lips as they quirked up some more.
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "You are being sarcastic," he said, his own lips quirking as he lowered the paper. "I bet I could take the entire Slytherin team single-handedly - including when you were on it." He smirked.
"Hardly," Draco sneered, setting the paper aside.
"Yes I could," said Harry, still smirking. "I could especially take you."
"You think you could?" Draco teased, smirk in place now. The words and the sparkle in Harry's eyes were exciting.
"I know I could," Harry answered. "I could take you right now. Right here."
Draco's heart sped up at that promise. "You've just been lucky," he retorted.
"Lucky?" Harry repeated in pretend indignation. "It is pure talent." He laid the paper aside, and then, because it seemed Draco would allow it, crept closer.
Draco licked his lips, looking up at the man crouched over him. "Really?" he drawled. "You think you are that good?"
"Better than good," Harry said, smirking again. "I'm better than good at everything." His lips twitched in amusement, and his fingers were poised to tickle.
"Such a braggart," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry laughed and pinned Draco. "You have to be when you're as good as me," he said, fingers moving mercilessly over Draco's ribs.
Draco squirmed, laughing as the other man tickled him. He grabbed Harry's wrists, trying to twist them away and behind his lover's back.
"Nope," Harry told him, avoiding Draco's attempts to get him away. He laughed and tickled under Draco's arms.
Harry had straddled him and Draco's body was reacting as much to that as to the tickling. When grabbing his wrists didn't work, he reached up and grabbed Harry's hair, bringing him down for a kiss.
Harry gasped quietly and stilled - before he kissed Draco back, sighing.
Draco trembled, sucking and licking at his lover's lips as his other hand rested on Harry's thigh.
Harry's eyes slid shut as he sighed again. He moved his hands slowly down Draco's sides, over his pyjama top.
Draco's arousal was now pressed against Harry's cock through the fabric of their pyjamas. He groaned, arching up as his fingers tightened in Harry's hair.
Harry gasped again, bearing down against Draco as he felt the pressure against his cock. He licked along Draco's lips, his heart beating madly.
Draco shivered, tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth as he rotated his hips.
Harry didn't know if this was okay, but, God, he couldn't stop. He moaned lowly as he sucked on Draco's tongue, meeting the movements of Draco's hips.
Draco lost himself in the feel of his lover's body sliding against his own, causing the silk of his pyjamas to rub deliciously against his skin. The sensation of Harry sucking on his tongue travelled down his spine to his erection and he shuddered.
"Mmm, Draco," Harry whispered, forgetting himself completely and sliding hands up under Draco's shirt.
Draco literally seemed to freeze up as Harry touched his flesh. His hand left Harry's thigh as he reached to grab his wrist again.
Harry's eyes snapped open and his stomach plummeted. He froze himself, but then quickly took his hands away from Draco's skin. "I - I - " he spluttered.
Draco pulled Harry's head back enough to look into his eyes. "Don't apologise," he growled.
Harry hardly knew what to say to that. He swallowed, still breathing heavily.
Draco swallowed hard, taking several deep breaths. "Let's ... let's try this with the clothes on..." he managed.
Harry's eyes widened. What? "I - Are you - I mean ..." he stammered, not really saying much of anything.
Draco tried to focus, that confusing mix of desire and fear making him shake. "I want you," he whispered.
Harry stared down at Draco, still close enough to just feel his breath on his face. "You're sure?" he whispered back, his heart beginning to thump again.
"Sure I want you? Yes," Draco whispered. "Sure I won't have another ... episode? No." He took a deep breath. "Want to try anyway?"
Harry winced at Draco's words. Merlin, he wanted him so badly it hurt. Could they try? Would Draco be able to do it? It had felt fine before Harry had fucked up and touched Draco's skin again. He took in a shaky breath. "I - I guess we could try," he said quietly.
"Kiss me," Draco said, needing Harry so much he ached. Being with Harry was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was terrified he would lose him.
Harry slowly and hesitantly leaned down, touching his lips to Draco's softly.
Draco released Harry's wrist, sliding his hand up his lover's side. "Yes," he whispered against Harry's lips, his tongue flicking out to caress them.
Harry took a deep breath, touching his tongue to Draco's as he moved a hand up to cup his face.
Draco kept his eyes half open, finding it helped to be able to see Harry. His arousal had flagged a bit when they had stopped, but now returned as he arched against his lover again.
Harry pressed down, feeling the tingle and tightening in his groin as he did. He made a small noise of pleasure, moving his fingers up into Draco's hair.
Draco gripped his lover's hair, sliding his tongue into Harry's mouth as he felt his cock pressing against his own. His hand on Harry's side moved to his back, fingers splayed as he pulled him tighter against his own body.
Harry groaned. It felt so good to be with Draco this way, felt right. He grasped Draco's side again, making sure that his hand rested on top of the fabric and not beneath it.
Draco rotated his hips and rocked his body with Harry's. He broke the kiss, panting but skill kissing along Harry's jaw. "Yes, baby, yes," he encouraged.
"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed, pressing tightly against Draco. He moved a littler firmer, a little faster.
Face pressed cheek to cheek with Harry's, Draco hung on, writhing under his lover and feeling his body respond enthusiastically. He breathed in Harry's ear. "Yes, baby," he gasped again.
"Oh, God," Harry whimpered. "Oh, God, gonna come." He clung to Draco's shirt, grasping tightly as he thrust down.
Draco was close too, grinding himself hard and fast against his lover. "Yessss!" he gasped as his cock spasmed, soaking the silk pyjama bottoms.
Harry covered Draco's mouth with his own, groaning into it as he spilled his seed into his trousers as well, body trembling.
Draco kissed him through their orgasms, loving the feel of Harry's body shuddering against his own.
Harry pulled back gently, pressing his face into Draco's neck as he took quick breaths. "Love you, baby," he whispered, smiling lazily and feeling amazed.
"I love you, too," Draco said, nuzzling the side of Harry's face. He snorted in amusement when he realised their old rivalry was what had started this little session.
Harry picked his head back up after a few moments and stared down at Draco, smiling at him as he tucked his hair back.
Draco smiled crookedly. "If that's how you meant it, I think I agree that you can certainly take me," he teased. "Very talented."
Harry hummed in amusement. "I find you have great talent as well."
Draco was sweaty and sticky and he felt happy. It wasn't everything he wanted yet, but it was a start. Maybe they could get past this.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again, feeling better than he had in weeks.