Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets

Harry slowly woke up from his potion-induced sleep later on that day, blinking and stretching, despite the bit of pain he still felt in his chest. He looked to the side to see if anyone was in there with him still and was surprised to see Draco there, apparently asleep with his head on the bed. He rolled his eyes and leaned over to get his glasses and pull them on for a better look. The man always did look so peaceful in his sleep. He reached to brush a bit of Draco's hair away from his face, and then he cupped his cheek. "Draco," he whispered, wanting to see those grey eyes again.

Draco smiled at the touch, blinking his eyes before they focused on Harry's green eyes looking back at him. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hey there, sleepy head, " Harry replied, caressing Draco's cheek.

The blond nuzzled his hand, sighing in contentment. "You feeling better?"

"A bit," Harry replied, moving to run his fingers through Draco's hair.

"Mmm," Draco hummed in response to the caresses.

"Come closer," Harry whispered, wanting a little more than this.

Draco leaned up, face turned to Harry's and free hand reaching to touch his lover's face.

"Kiss?" Harry asked, cupping Draco's face and pulling him in for one before he could reply.

Draco had to stand up halfway, leaning over the bed, opening his mouth and tongue seeking Harry's.

Harry slid his tongue along Draco's with a soft moan. "Missed you," he whispered, running his hands up and down Draco's arms. "Get in the bed with me."

Draco paused, glancing back over his shoulder. "What if someone comes in?"

"If we move fast enough that won't happen," Harry said, wanting him. "Come on. Take care of me."

Draco tried to put the worry aside and climbed into the bed, sliding under the sheet and feeling that the only thing covering Harry's body was a flimsy hospital gown.

Harry pulled Draco closer, turning toward him to nuzzle the side of his face before kissing him again. "I want you," he whispered into Draco's ear, nipping at the skin.

"Oh, I ... I am all yours," Draco gasped, rubbing his still clothed body against his lover's near-naked one, hand sliding down Harry's side.

"What do you want me to do with you?" Harry asked, reaching to undo Draco's trousers easily, kissing along his face.

"Mmm, touch me, yes," Draco agreed, hand sliding under the hospital gown and squeezing his lover's arse. "Do you want me inside you?”

Harry pushed Draco's trousers down and then slid his hand down into his pants. "Yeah, you think you can handle that?" he murmured, nudging his nose.

Draco loved both the challenge and the desire in Harry's voice. He smiled, rubbing his nose and lips against his lover's. "Turn around," he whispered.

Harry kissed Draco one more time before he moved, turning around for him. He knew that anyone could walk in at any moment, and that only added a little more of an edge to this. It excited him, and he knew Draco felt the same way.

Draco pushed the gown forward, exposing Harry's back and arse. Then he gasped. Much of Harry's back and even his arse and thighs had shiny pink skin – newly healed burns.

"It's not as if you haven't seen my arse before," Harry said when he heard the gasp. "But then again, I do see yours more often."

"The burns ... do they hurt?" Draco asked, fingers gingerly touching the man's back.

Harry frowned, and then realised what Draco must've been seeing. "No, actually," he replied, looking over his shoulder at Draco. "Feels a little strange, but ... I'm fine. Does it look that bad?"

Draco swallowed. "Well, it does look healed, but it might be sensitive or sore." He ran his fingers over the new skin.

"Suppose that's what I meant when I said it feels strange," Harry murmured, his back arching slightly as he felt the fingers.

Draco was encouraged and ran his hands down his lover's back, gently squeezing his arse. "Soft," he said.

"Yeah," Harry hummed softly, his eyes falling shut as he turned away, relaxing under Draco's touches.

"Such a lovely arse," Draco whispered. He pulled his wand and cast a Lubrication Spell, reaching to push a slick finger into Harry.

Harry groaned softly, gently pressing down on his finger. It wasn't often that Harry gave up this kind of control to Draco, but when he did, they both enjoyed it.

"Do you like this?" Draco asked, trembling with excitement.

"Yes," Harry answered easily, but he wanted more than just a finger. "Don't stop there."

Draco pressed another in, working in and out. "Slower, faster?" he asked.

"Faster," Harry moaned, reaching to grip the sheets of the bed. "Don't forget where we are."

Draco blushed when he was reminded. "Ready for me?" he asked, slipping fingers out and slicking his cock.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Harry whispered, even though he knew he could take a bit more stretching. He was still thinking about getting caught, despite the thrill that it gave him. "Fuck me, Draco."

The words were hot and Draco was glad to comply, spooning up behind Harry and pressing the crown of his arousal against that slick opening. He moaned as he felt the tight ring of muscle stretch around him.

Harry shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. There was the initial burn, but as they continued, Harry slowly adjusted, a small moan escaping him.

Draco used one hand on his hips, sliding his cock in and nearly out of his lover as he rocked on the bed. He leaned forward more, kissing and nuzzling the side of Harry's face. "Kiss me," he whispered in his ear.

Harry turned to look over his shoulder again, finding Draco's lips and kissing him, ignoring the glasses that were digging into the edge of his nose. There were far more better things to pay attention to. "Harder, Draco," he whispered against the man's lips.

Draco thrust harder and faster, groaning at both the physical sensations and the intensity of his feelings for Harry.

"What the fuck?" came a choked voice.

Harry's eyes flew open at the new voice, almost wishing that it was somehow Draco, but he knew it wasn't. "Ron!" he gasped, gripping the sheet and pulling it up more. "Wasn't ... expecting you." He knew it was stupid to pretend like Draco wasn't behind him at that very moment, inside him, but it was Ron who had walked in and, damn it, he didn't know what else to do!

Ron stood like he had been frozen by a hex, eyes wide and face bright red. "You ... aren't ... oh, shit!"

Draco was probably nearly as red faced as Ron. He had frozen in place, his cock still buried inside Harry's arse. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then opening them again, trying to look like it didn't bother him to be caught in the act by Weasley of all people.

"Uh, yeah, Ron ... look, I can explain," Harry said quickly, moving to sit up, despite not wanting to move away from Draco. "Draco and I ... we're together. I meant to tell you sooner, but I couldn't think of when. And well ... surprise?"

Ron seemed to recover and his eyes narrowed. He turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Draco had lost his arousal and was now worried about Harry. What would happen if Weasley didn't accept them together? How would Harry handle it?

"Fuck," Harry cursed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the now closed door. He wanted to go after him, to chase him down and just tell him to get over it, that this was his life and that he could do what he pleased. But at the same time he knew he couldn't do that, because despite doing what he pleased, there was still a small part of Harry that wanted to do whatever made Ron and his friends happy. He had to face it, though. If he only did what made them happy, he wouldn't be happy at all. He carefully laid back on the bed again, staring up at the ceiling instead of looking over at Draco. "Maybe he just needs more time," Harry whispered, trying to convince himself.

Draco actually expected Harry to go after Ron and was surprised when he didn't. Actually, the more he thought about it, he didn't think Ron Weasley would have been thrilled walking in on Harry with any bloke, let alone him. He nodded and lifted his hips to pull his boxers and trousers back up.

Harry had softened as well, a bit of fear along with the thoughts of what Ron would do taking over any bit of arousal he had left. He turned over to face Draco again, moving closer and cupping Draco's face with his hands. "I don't care what he thinks," Harry said quietly, even though it was obvious that he did.

"I don't care what he thinks of me," Draco answered, "but I do care that it hurts you." He rubbed his face against those hands, feeling such contentment in the loving gesture that his heart felt like it swelled.

"I know," Harry whispered, running his thumbs over Draco's soft skin. He noticed that he was breathing a little harder, but he wasn't sure if it was from being caught or the chest pains. Maybe it was the combination of the two. "Stay with me. Please."

Those last words made Draco feel like he could melt in Harry's arms. "I will be where you want me to be," he admitted.

Harry pulled Draco to lay down on the bed with him again, coughing slightly. He tried to ignore the chest pain as he looked up at Draco. "I want you with me all the time," he whispered. "Move in with me, Draco."

"Move in with you?" Draco echoed, shocked by the request. He had hoped that Harry wanted to be with him too, but he hadn't expected it. And he certainly wouldn't have thought he would ask right after being caught by Weasley.

"I've been thinking about it for a while," Harry explained, running his finger along Draco's cheek. "Ron's moving out. He might hate me now. But I still want you."

Draco smiled, grey eyes sparkling with his delight. "Living together, everyone knowing we are together?"

"Yes. I'm tired of hiding it," Harry replied, loving the look on Draco's face. "Do you want that with me? It'll be hard in the beginning once the Daily Prophet finds out, but if you want to take the chance ...."

Draco was nodding before Harry even finished. "I want to be with you, yes, but I don't want to move in to your place."

Harry's eyebrows rose up in surprise. "You don't? Well, I can't blame you, it probably isn't as good looking as your place."

"I want you to move in to my flat, make it ours," Draco said, wanting there to be no mistake that he wanted Harry.

Harry slowly grinned and nodded. "I'd love to." He leaned up to kiss Draco, but pulled away with a sigh. "Maybe I should've gone after Ron."

"Want me to try to talk to him?" Draco offered, not knowing if Weasley would actually do so.

"If you think you can," Harry said, not looking too sure. If Ron's reaction told him anything, the biggest problem was that he was with Draco. "I don't want you two fighting."

"I promise not to hex him," Draco answered with a smirk. "Shall I go now?"

Harry sighed, but nodded, reluctantly moving away from him. "You owe me a fuck," he murmured, lying back on the bed. "When we're alone."

Draco's smirk grew into a grin and he blushed a bit. "As you wish," he said with renewed heat. It was difficult to get out of the bed when Harry spoke like that. He kissed him quickly and got up. "I will come see you after I talk with him. You take the potions they give you so we can get you out of here," he told him.

"Yes, mum," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, turning to watch him go.

Draco snorted in response but made his way out after Harry's friend and their co-worker.

***

Draco didn’t find Weasley in the hall or the waiting room, so he assumed the man had either gone back to his and Harry’s flat or Hermione’s. He decided to try the flat first and Apparated there. He saw the lights on through the windows and stood at the door waiting for the other man to answer. He had to ring a couple times. Finally, Ron opened the door abruptly.

“What the fuck do you want?” Ron demanded.

“To talk, about Harry,” Draco answered, simply and without anger.

“Fuck off,” Ron snapped.

“Ten minutes,” Draco insisted.

Ron scowled, eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because he matters, to both of us,” Draco answered.

That seemed to surprise Ron and he paused, mouth open but not speaking. He huffed and stormed back up the stairs – leaving the door open. Draco took that as an invitation and followed in his wake, closing the door behind him.

When Draco made it to the room, Ron had flopped back onto the sofa and was glaring up at him. “So talk,” the ginger-haired man snapped.

Draco frowned, trying to control his own temper. He had to remind himself that this was for Harry and that Ron actually did care about Harry. “You know why he didn’t tell you. This ... this reaction. You are his friend and … your opinion is important to him.”

“Doesn’t fucking look like that right now,” Ron sneered.

Draco nodded. “I can see that it would look that way to you,” he tried to respond calmly. “But he wasn’t going to risk his friendship with you for something that may not work out.”

“But he did,” Ron insisted.

“Did he?” Draco snapped back this time. “Because I actually thought he meant more to you than that.”

Ron scowled. “You have no right to talk to me like that. After all Harry and I have been through ….”

“Yes, after all you’ve been through,” Draco retorted. “If he means so much to you then shouldn’t you accept what makes him happy?”

“And you think YOU of all people can do that? Make him happy?” Ron challenged, leaning forward.

Draco flushed again, smiling. “I very much hope so,” he answered, letting his true feelings fill the statement with warmth.

Ron’s eyes widened in surprise and he was quiet again, his mouth closed in a tight line while he seemed to actually think about it. Draco waited and finally the man gave a short nod. He looked up at Draco. “Hurt him and you will wish you had never been born,” he growled.

“Agreed,” Draco answered, feeling just as protective of Harry’s feelings as Ron.

***

Harry, after taking his potions and feeling better, was released the next day from St Mungo's. He was surprised to find that while Ron wasn't happy about the thing with Draco, he seemed to have accepted it. Maybe he was too caught up in his own wedding and moving in with Hermione to complain too much about Harry moving in with Draco.

After Harry felt that things between him and Ron were settled down, he began to move into Draco's flat. He didn't have much to bring, besides a few of his Muggle appliances and his trunk of clothes, but it didn't matter what he was bringing with him, really. It was more of who he would be living with for, hopefully, a very long time.

Draco set down the box of what he supposed was books, given how heavy it was, and dusted himself off – again. Using the Floo for moving things from Harry's old flat to his was convenient but dirty. He wasn't sure what Harry was going to do with some of those Muggle things, but he was so excited about living together, he wasn't about to argue the point.

"I think that was the last of it all," Harry said once he stepped out behind him, brushing off his cloak and then picking up the box to take into the room. "All done!"

Draco smiled. It hadn't taken long. Harry didn't seem to collect things the way Draco did. "So, here we are," he said, voice pleased.

Harry walked out of the room and collapsed on the couch next to him. "Here we are," he repeated, reaching for Draco's hand as he settled back. He looked around, still having to get used to the idea that this was his new home. "You need a telly."

Draco arched an eyebrow. "Muggle pictures in my home?" he teased.

"Yeah, think you're too special for that?" Harry asked, nudging him.

"If I said yes, would that get me spanked?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

"I'd only do it because I know you'd be lying," Harry replied, kicking his shoes off and resting his feet on the coffee table in front of them.

Draco had been brought up that one didn't put feet on the coffee table like that. He smirked and shook his head. It was somehow very Harry to do that and he liked that it showed the man was getting comfortable. He scooted closer, smiling.

Harry slid his arm around Draco's waist and held him close, feeling relaxed just sitting here with the other man. "We really do need a telly," he said after a few minutes of silence, thinking that it would be great to just curl up in front of it with Draco to watch a movie. He smiled and shook his head. He had never had such domestic thoughts with anyone else.

Draco curled against Harry, relaxing with a sigh. "Oh, you don't think we can entertain each other?"

"Oh, I know we can," Harry said, chuckling. "Don't worry about that."

Draco was very excited, both happy and aroused, realising this meant spending every night with his lover, waking up in his arms and even Flooing in to work together. "How should we celebrate your first night in your new home?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Harry said, looking at Draco with a smirk. "You do owe me something."

"I do?" Draco teased.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," Harry said, raising an eyebrow at Draco.

Draco leant in, kissing his lover, tongue tracing his lips and hands coming up to cup his face as he did.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him closer. "That's more like it," he whispered against his lips, reaching to pull the other man's shirt off.

Draco chuckled, letting Harry pull his shirt over his head. "So you want me inside you?" he whispered. "Turn you over my sofa and fuck you?"

"You're having fun saying that, aren't you?" Harry asked, grinning at him as he leant back to pull off his own shirt.

"I am flexible if you prefer it the other way," Draco replied, arching an eyebrow. He stood, still smiling as he unfastened his own trousers.

Harry stood up as well, reaching to undo his trousers. "How's it look?" Harry asked, turning around to show Draco his back as he pushed down the trousers along with his underwear.

Draco kicked off his trousers and reached out, hands caressing his lover's arse. "So beautiful," he gasped.

"The skin, Draco," Harry murmured, even though he enjoyed the touches. "How does it really look?"

"It's healed well," Draco explained. "You can barely see the edges of the burns now." He traced the edges with fingertips to illustrate.

"Feels strange when you touch it," Harry said, kicking off his trousers. "Not bad, just strange."

Draco leaned forward, licking that soft pale skin.

Harry smiled and reached back to grip Draco's hips, pulling him up against his back. "I have no patience and you know that," he whispered, gently gripping the skin under his hands.

Draco had to catch himself with his hands as the move took him off balance and he gasped at the sensation of his arousal now pressed to Harry's arse. "So pushy," he teased, rubbing up and down that crevice.

"You love me that way," Harry whispered, rubbing up against Draco with a soft groan.

Draco hesitated, wanting to answer the implication of that statement but then deciding to wait until he could be face to face with Harry. "Yes," was what he answered then. He Summoned his wand, casting a Lubrication Spell and reaching fingers to prepare Harry.

Harry bent over for Draco to make it easier, bracing himself against the sofa. "Mm, Draco," he moaned softly, trying to push down on the fingers as they pressed inside.

Draco's cock was throbbing and leaking by the time he drew his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock into his lover. "Oh, yesss," he gasped as he felt that tight muscle give to him.

Harry bit his lip and pushed himself back against Draco, hissing softly at just how good it felt. He could imagine doing this every day for as long as possible.

"Tell me how much you want me," Draco gasped, drawing back gently and then thrusting into him.

"So fucking badly," Harry murmured, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Don't hold back."

Draco held Harry's hips tighter and began to rotate his own hips, working himself in and out of his lover. He loved the way Harry's body seemed to pull him in on each thrust, squeezing him.

Harry pushed back with each of Draco's thrusts, his hands needing something to grip. He reached back to stop Draco suddenly, shuffling forward so that he slipped out. "Sit down," he said breathlessly, reaching to stroke his cock as he waited for him to move.

He was startled at first, but then Draco nodded, doing as Harry told him. He smiled up at him.

"You look hot like that," Harry murmured, stepping closer and straddling Draco, reaching back to position the man's cock before sinking down once again.

Draco swallowed hard, his own hands reaching to slide up his lover's body. "Oh, hot for you, Harry," he gasped and then his head fell back, moaning as Harry impaled himself on Draco's cock.

Harry reached out and gripped Draco's shoulders like he wanted to, slowly rocking his hips to get used to the position. Once he was fine, he began to ride Draco, moaning at how much deeper he felt inside him.

For his part, Draco loved it when Harry took control and he was able to surrender himself to his lover. He wrapped the fingers of one hand around Harry's cock. "Oh, Har-ryyy!"

"Come with me," Harry gasped, thrusting down one more time before he began to come, his back arching as he groaned Draco's name loudly. He realised that with only them in the place, he could make as much noise as he wanted.

Words and sensations, and the amazing look on Harry's face, while hot seed coated Draco's hand and belly and the man's body clenched around his cock – Draco couldn't have resisted that if he had wanted to. He arched up into his lover, filling him with his seed and crying out loudly.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, one arm wrapped around Draco's neck as he slowly rode through the aftershocks. "Draco."

Draco relaxed back against the couch, one hand still holding his lover's cock and the other reaching up to cup his face. "Harry," he answered.

"Draco," Harry said again, resting his head against Draco's hand. He felt like he wanted to say more, but he wasn't sure of how to say what he was feeling.

Draco continued to smile up at his lover, thumb caressing Harry's lips. "I feel so ... right, with you," he whispered.

"You feel that, too, huh?" Harry asked softly. He reached to cup his cheek. "What do you think it is?"

Draco flushed, his heart speeding up. He knew what he felt but was afraid to say it, worried about pushing Potter too fast. "I know," he whispered.

"Do you love me, Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked, just to get out what he thought they were both feeling.

Draco smiled, still blushing but nodding too. "Yes, I do," he answered the man sitting astride him.

"Funny. I love you, too," Harry admitted quietly, his eyes bright as he looked at Draco.

Draco was grinning now. He didn't think he had ever been happier. He had just had fantastic sex, his lover had moved in with him and now this. "Yes, I love you, Harry," he said, wanting to say the words.

Harry grinned back and shifted, finally getting out of Draco's lap and moving next to him, curling up a bit. "So, now what?"

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, nuzzling his face. "Do we wait for the Daily Prophet to find out we are together or do we let people know ourselves?"

"We might as well let people know ourselves," Harry replied after a short moment of thought. "If we tell them, we'll have a chance to give them something to write. If they find out by themselves they'll just write up some ridiculous story with pictures."

"It should be interesting at work," Draco teased, but was very pleased that Harry was willing to be public about seeing him.

"Yeah, they'll get used to it. Or else," Harry said, smirking. "So, you think you'll be busy a few weeks from now?"

"I hope to be busy with you for a very long time," Draco smirked.

"Well, good. It just so happens that I was invited to a wedding recently," Harry started. "And well, I don't have a date as of yet."

"Oh, I am sure that will thrill Granger and Weasley," Draco laughed.

"Oh, they'll love it," Harry said, grinning at Draco. "Say yes. I want you to go with me."

"I'll go anywhere with you," Draco whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

"Good, because now I'm tired," Harry replied, kissing Draco. "Let's go to bed. Our new bed."

"In our flat," Draco agreed. "Together."


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