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Chapter 41: Only You
Chapter Number/Total: 41/44
Chapter Title: Only You
Words: 4093 Words
Draco handed Rusty his cloak and asked where his mother was. He made his way towards the back of the Manor, finding her in the solarium. "Hi, Mother," he said.
She smiled at him and stood to cross the room, raising up to kiss his forehead. "I didn't know you were coming," she said happily.
He kissed her cheek. "Just dropping in to say hello and get some more of my things."
"Ah," she said, taking a small step back. "Have you been doing all right?" she asked. "Since ...?"
"Since I moved in with the man I am in love with?" Draco finished, smiling as he sat down. "Or since Skeeter decided to go on a crusade against us?"
She sighed quietly, taking a seat across from Draco. "I suppose they've happened close enough to each other for you to tell me about both."
He leaned back. "Well," he sighed, "the hate mail is jolly intense and we have shocked all of Harry's friends." He couldn't help the smile that registered on his face.
"Hate mail," she said, frowning, even though she had warned him of it.
"Yes," Draco sighed, "you did warn me. And I guess you warned me about Father, too."
Her face went a bit more blank but her eyebrows remained low. "He wrote you?" she asked.
Draco looked up, surprised. "He didn't tell you?"
"He did write me a letter," she said, her expression turning stony for a short moment. "But he didn't mention that he wrote to you."
Draco sighed. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I don't want to cause more trouble between you."
Her eyes narrowed at that. "What did he say?" she asked.
Draco made a face. "It wasn't ... well, it wasn't very nice," he said, shrugging. "Apparently, unless I leave Harry, he will disown me. To make his point, he has cut off my access to the family accounts."
She suddenly sat up straighter and went paler than she usually was. "What?"
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "I ... I thought you knew ... I mean, wouldn't he tell you?"
"Apparently not," she said, nearly hissing. Her posture became even more erect.
Draco sucked in a breath. He hadn't intended to upset his mother, and now he didn't know what to say.
Narcissa was completely silent for several moments. "Disown you?" she asked in a whisper.
Draco swallowed. His mother's calm was usually a sign that she was beyond angry. "He didn't use the word, but ... well, that did seem the implication."
Narcissa's nostrils flared and her hands shook. She placed them firmly in her lap. "I believe I will see if I can arrange a visit," she said.
Draco knew better than to argue with his mother when she looked like that. "I didn't mean to cause trouble, Mother," he said softly.
"This is not your fault," she said in that unnaturally calm voice. "Your father and I just need to talk. You're certain that is what he said?"
"I can get the letter for you, if you want," he replied, not sure it was the right thing to do, but figuring it would be better than giving the wrong information.
"If you can." Narcissa paused. "If you have it, then yes." Her hands were still pressed into her lap, which meant they were still shaking.
Draco got off the chair and knelt down in front of his mother, taking her hands in his own. "I'm sorry, Mother."
"Don't," she said, her voice shaking a little. "Why are you apologising?"
Draco closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened them and looked up into his mother's eyes. "I just want you to be happy. After everything you've been through, you deserve it."
"But so do you," she said, her voice shaking a little more, but her tone firm. "More than me."
"I am, Mother," he said sincerely. "Being with Harry really does make me happy."
She took a deep breath. "I can see it in your face," she said. "And so don't worry about anything between myself and your father. You are our son, and he should not have written you any such thing without telling me."
Draco nodded. "I love you, Mother."
She bent and kissed his forehead again. "I love you too, Draco."
***
Draco Apparated home, walking up the street to number twelve. February wind whipped at his hair and made him shiver as he climbed the front steps. He felt a prickle of unease and glanced over his shoulder, as if there might be someone standing there. But he didn't see anything. It must have been that the hate mail was just making him jumpy. It was a delight to walk into the warm house and strip off his cloak and scarf, hanging them up.
Harry was in the sitting room, reading, but heard the door open and close. He shut his book and laid it on the coffee table, getting to his feet to stand in the doorway.
Draco looked over, a happy flutter in his heart when he saw the other man standing there. "Hi," he said with a small smile.
Harry returned the smile, walking down the hall to meet Draco. "Hi," he said, kissing him. "How was the visit?"
Draco waited for Harry to come to him, his heart speeding up as he did. It was ridiculous, this effect Harry had on him, but delicious at the same time. For a moment he didn't register the question. "Good, though complicated," he said quietly.
Harry frowned. "Complicated?" he asked, taking Draco's hand to lead him down the hall and into the room from which he had come.
Draco allowed himself to be led and seated and then waited for another prompt, fingers curling around Harry's and refusing to let go.
Harry sighed and frowned again. "What happened?" he asked, laying down against the arm of the sofa and bringing Draco down on top of him.
Draco took a long shuddering breath and then released it slowly, relaxing into his lover's embrace. The feel of his hard warmth underneath him and strong arms around his body was comforting. He hadn't realised he was so tense before.
"Not going to tell me?" Harry asked, deciding to press just a little more.
Draco huffed. "I just told mother about the letter."
Harry cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "The letter from ... your dad?" he asked.
"Yes. Apparently, he didn't tell her," Draco said with another sigh, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to Harry's chest, curling against him.
Harry winced. "I'm guessing it didn't go over so well?"
"I promised to bring her the letter before she goes to talk with him," Draco said with a groan.
Harry winced again. "Well," he said quietly. "Maybe she'll be able to talk him out of it."
"I don't like being the cause of problems for them," Draco admitted, eyes still closed as he clung to Harry a little more tightly.
Harry let him and held on a little tighter himself. "It's not your fault," he said.
Draco sighed, but didn't answer, pressing his face to Harry's chest instead.
Harry brought his hand up into Draco's hair, stroking gently. "Don't worry about it," he tried. "I'm sure they can work out whatever they need to work out." In actuality, he had no idea if they would. He didn't know anything about Draco's parents' marriage.
Draco nodded against Harry, his hand coming up to rest on his belly, gently stroking him through his shirt and then rubbing his face against Harry's chest.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled down at Draco. He placed his own hand over the blond's, letting his fingertips ghost across the skin.
Draco shivered and turned his face up to look at Harry. A slow smile stretched his lips and there was a glint in his grey eyes.
"Let's," Harry said quietly, not even needing to ask. At least he could make Draco feel better with his body.
The blond arched an eyebrow as he slid his hand down to the hem of Harry's shirt and then up again, pushing the fabric out of his way. He kept his eyes on Harry's face as he did.
Harry's eyes were warm and slowly growing darker as he stared back into Draco's. The muscles in his chest and stomach twitched as the cooler air hit.
Draco drew his nails up Harry's flesh, breath catching as the other man's body reacted. He licked his lips in a very predatory way now, nails raking in circles on Harry's chest but not touching the now hardening flesh of his nipples.
Harry made a small noise and his eyelids fluttered as he continued to watch Draco. The hitch in Draco's breathing was thrilling. Harry brought that excitement from him, the hungry look on his face.
Draco's nails circled again, closer with each pass until he ran one directly over a nipple.
Harry gasped, his body jolting as the contact was made.
Draco smirked and continued on to the other side, repeating the movement before bringing all of his nails together, enclosing the pebbled flesh in between them like a talon and lightly tugging.
Harry gasped again, lips parting as he smiled. "Feels good," he whispered truthfully, despite the small bite of the nails.
It was fun to experiment and Draco nodded, heart hammering as he teased Harry's flesh, feeling him tense and then shiver. He shifted up some, so that his arousal was pressed against Harry's leg and he could bend to take a nipple into his mouth.
"Mmm, that too," Harry sighed, pressing his leg up against Draco's cock.
Draco sucked and nibbled on his lover's flesh, loving the way it made Harry squirm.
Harry clutched at the material of Draco's shirt, pulling and twisting as he arched up against the warm body atop him.
"Yes," Draco whispered, proceeding to leave a series of soft bites and suck marks over Harry's chest and down his stomach.
Harry's cock twitched where it was still confined in his trousers and he rolled his hips against Draco, wanting more of him. "Marking your territory?" he teased breathlessly, still watching.
Draco smirked and replied with another nip, just below Harry's belly button. He slid his fingers down, cupping the man's erection through his trousers.
"Mmm, fuck," Harry growled, thrusting up a little more insistently.
"As you like," Draco assured him, grinning as he began to unfasten the trousers.
Harry licked his lips, grinning too as he lifted up for Draco to pull the clothing away.
Draco had to partially climb off of Harry to finish stripping him and then reached up to unbutton his own shirt, tossing it aside as his eyes feasted on Harry's body.
Harry sighed happily, stretching out his arms to press his hands to Draco's chest and slide them over his skin.
Draco gasped this time and looked down with adoration at the man touching him. He steadied himself with one hand on the back of the sofa.
Harry spread his fingers widely, passing his palms over the raised areas underneath them - the hard buds of Draco's nipples and the smooth but sharp lines of his collarbone. He did use his nails a little, just to test it, but mostly he just touched, and adored the feeling.
Draco panted now, his cock straining the fabric of his own trousers as his lover touched him. He rarely noticed his own scars when he was with Harry. And then there were times, like now, that Harry could make them feel more like decorations than disfigurements. "I love you," he whispered.
"I know," Harry whispered back, fingers trailing down Draco's torso as he brought them to his trouser buttons. Harry felt the words were rather inadequate to describe the true feeling. What was the word for warm and light and blissful and perfect and whole? Four letters seemed not enough. "I love you too."
Draco's hold on the sofa tightened and he trembled as Harry unbuttoned him. He never tired of hearing those simple but powerful words. He did sometimes wonder if he was having a really brilliant dream.
Harry reached a hand inside, slowly drawing out Draco's cock and groaning quietly with the sight of it. He gave it a tight stroke, watching the skin move with his hand, watching the drop of pre-come gather at the tip.
Draco was still kneeling on the sofa, swaying with his desire as Harry played with him. The blond used his free hand to push his shorts and trousers down his hips to his thighs, freeing more of himself to his lover's attentions.
Harry directed his gaze up to Draco's face, stroking with one hand as he reached the fingers of the other to swipe up the pre-come. He raised an eyebrow, bringing the fingers to his mouth as he stroked Draco more firmly.
Draco groaned, licking his lips. "Oh, baby," he whispered. He slid his own hand up his lover's leg, caressing his inner thighs as well before cupping Harry's balls and tugging on the soft skin of his sac.
Harry moaned around his own fingers, delighted that he'd had the desired effect on Draco. He pulled the digits out slowly, squirming slightly as Draco touched him. "I want to feel you on my cock," he whispered, reaching up and touching Draco's chest again.
Draco's fingers very gently caressed upward, ghosting over his lover's erection. "What part of me do you want to feel?" he asked in a low seductive voice.
Harry's pulse sped up with that and he swallowed. "Your gorgeous arse," he replied. "Hot and tight on my cock."
Draco's intake of breath was as sharp as if he'd been punched, and his cock twitched in response to his lover. He gave a quick nod and then realised he was somewhat bound up in his trousers. He smiled and blushed a bit as he had to pull them up enough to climb off the sofa and then pull them off.
Harry watched him, lust as plain as day written all over his face. "You are so sexy," he sighed, reaching for the other man.
Draco could think of no one sexier than Harry, yet he loved the compliment. He smiled and stretched. "On the sofa?" he asked, blushing more as he remembered what had happened the first time he'd rode Harry in this room.
Sexy and adorable, Harry thought as he watched Draco blush, though he didn't say it. "Anywhere you want," he answered.
"On the rug for now," Draco said, Summoning his wand and casting a charm that made it suddenly plush and thick. Then, with a grin, he cast a Locking Charm on the door.
Harry grinned too and chuckled, sliding from the couch onto the floor. Then he arched an eyebrow, watching Draco.
"The wonder of the wizarding world spread at my feet," Draco teased, smiling and actually meaning every word of it as he looked down at Harry.
Harry hummed with amusement. "Standing before me, you mean," he said. He reached down for his own cock, beginning to play with himself as he waited for Draco with a smirk.
Draco knelt beside him, reaching his own hand for Harry's shaft. "I want to taste you," he whispered.
Harry groaned quietly. "Be my guest," he said, leaning back on his elbows.
Draco lay down on his side, facing Harry but reversed. "Turn toward me," he told him, tugging gently on his cock.
Harry gasped, suddenly grinning widely as he turned on his side as well.
Scooting down so that his face was in the right area, Draco leaned forward, holding Harry's cock and licking the sticky head.
Harry moaned and sighed, pressing forward. He reached an arm around Draco's lower back, pulling him so that he could lick and suck as well.
Draco gasped, sliding his lips over the head and sucking on his lover. One hand reached around his hip to squeeze Harry's arse.
Perhaps Harry wouldn't need Draco's arse at all - right then of course. What they were doing at that moment was perfectly fine with him. He moaned deeply, gently moving his hips as he circled the head of Draco's cock with his tongue.
Draco lost himself to the pleasure of sucking and licking as the same was done to him. He clutched at Harry, mirroring the other man's movements.
Harry closed his eyes, humming in pleasure as he bobbed his mouth over Draco's length. He stroked up Draco's back and side, kneading his flesh and rubbing his cock over his lips and cheeks before again descending upon it.
Draco moaned around the flesh in his mouth, fingers of one hand wrapped around the base while his others slid down the crevice of his lover's arse.
Harry moaned again, louder, as he pressed back a little now and tried to spread his legs wider.
Draco took that reaction for encouragement and stroked his fingertips over Harry's tight hole, licking the head of his cock at the same time.
"Yes," Harry whispered, reaching his hand to do the same, since it felt so bloody fucking good to have Draco touching him there. He licked and sucked at Draco's balls, quickly wetting his own fingers before moving them to Draco's arse.
Draco bent the knee of his upper leg, resting his foot flat so that he was spread to Harry's questing touch.
Harry groaned as he gently began to slide his longest finger inside Draco's entrance, his mouth still working furiously. He was surprised he could think enough to do anything at all with as good as Draco was making him feel between his own legs.
Draco moaned from the multiple sensations. He drew his own fingers back long enough to coat one in saliva and pre-come from Harry's cock, and then pressed into Harry as well.
The heat began rising rapidly as Draco's finger brushed against Harry's prostate. His cry was muffled by the flesh in his mouth and he moved his own finger, looking to hit home with Draco as well.
Draco shuddered, having to work harder at concentrating now as he felt such delicious spikes of pleasure from Harry's touch. He used his tongue and lips and fingers on his lover, panting through his nose as he did.
Harry cried out again, movements becoming quicker and less coordinated. As Draco sucked at his cock and his finger pressed against that spot again, Harry couldn't help it. He was coming, trying his hardest not to buck against Draco's face.
Draco did nearly choke, but, oddly, he found that exciting. He pulled back enough to breathe, Harry's come dribbling from his mouth as he did.
With half-lidded eyes, Harry looked down at Draco and groaned at the sight of him. He tried to get enough control over himself to finish Draco off.
Draco rubbed his face against his lover's sticky cock and rotated his own hips, trying to encourage Harry.
"Fuck," Harry whispered breathlessly, adding another finger inside Draco as he licked his shaft.
"Yes," Draco agreed, pulling his own finger from Harry but still clutching his arse. He closed his eyes now, resting his head on the floor as he focused on the sensations.
Harry worked at Draco even harder, timing his fingers and his mouth. He sucked powerfully, moving down as deep as he could take it and flicking his tongue over the head.
Draco moaned and shuddered, and after another minute came with a shout, body clenching around Harry's fingers.
Harry groaned and drank down the come flooding his mouth, pulling Draco tight against his own body.
"Oh, baby," Draco gasped. He shivered, still holding Harry's hip while the man swallowed his seed.
Harry slowly released Draco's cock, laying gentle kisses along the length and then over his hips.
Draco made small contented sounds, shivering with the small kisses. He looked down between them, smiling.
Harry grinned back at him and laid a few more kisses against his skin. "Love you, baby," he said quietly, pushing himself up to move towards his lover.
Draco lay back, watching Harry crawl up his body. He held his arms open to welcome him.
Harry lowered himself down, pressed against Draco's skin.
Draco gasped, still sensitive, and wrapped his arms around Harry. He lifted his lips to meet those of his lover.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, gently touching his tongue with his own as he smiled. "Feel better?" he whispered.
"Always better with you," Draco whispered, kissing him quickly again.
"Good," Harry replied with a quiet, contented sigh.
Draco held Harry, petting his back with his fingers, eyes closing as he relaxed. When he opened them again, he frowned. "I should take her the letter tomorrow. And I need to pick up some potion supplies."
Harry sighed again. "Better to go then," he said. "I've got that lunch with Ron tomorrow."
Draco rolled his eyes at the mention of Ron, but smiled a little anyway. "Give him my regards," he teased.
Harry snorted. "I'll be sure to do that," he said.
***
Harry opened the front door quickly, eager to get out of the bitter February air. He hung up his cloak and quietly made his way down the hall. "Draco?" he called when he was a safe distance away from Mrs Black. No one answered.
He turned around and walked back the way he had come, making his way up the stairs. "Draco?" he called again, making a stop at the potions lab to look inside, but Draco wasn't there, nor was he in their bedroom. Harry sighed, lying down on the bed with his hands on his stomach.
Draco was still shopping then. He'd gone to Diagon Alley to restock his potions supplies while Harry had gone out to lunch with Ron. He'd figured Draco would be back before him, though. Obviously, he wasn't.
Harry looked at his watch. It was already 2:00 and it had been 12:00 when they'd both left. He frowned and sighed again.
Well, at least the time away from Draco hadn't been for nothing. He and Ron were getting along better. Things were almost normal between them - as long as Draco wasn't mentioned.
Harry rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes, wondering how long Draco could be gone. Maybe he'd gone to the Manor to see his mum. Or maybe he'd just decided to go shopping for other things as well, since he was already in Diagon Alley. Soon, thoughts of Draco drifted into nothing as Harry drifted off himself.
***
There was a loud tapping at the window.
Harry frowned in his sleep, hearing the tapping without really hearing it, but he pushed himself up very quickly when the tapping got louder. He squinted in the direction of the window. It was obviously an owl, but everything looked blurry to him.
He felt around for his glasses and found them shoved under the pillow. When he pushed them on, he could see that it was an owl and he got up from the bed, crossing to let the bird inside.
It had a small parcel in its beak and a letter attached to its leg. It hopped inside and held out the letter, but didn't release the parcel yet.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the little package, but went ahead and took the letter first.
The handwriting was scrawled and a bit difficult to read:
Potter,
If you ever wish to see Draco Malfoy alive again, you will follow our instructions exactly. First, tell no one else. Second, you will come immediately and alone. In the package you will find an item that both proves we have him and is a Portkey to where you need to go. The longer you delay, the more time we have to hurt him.
It was unsigned.
Harry's hands clutched the parchment tightly. He read the words over again, and it was right then that he noticed how much darker it was outside. His heart began pounding and he reached with a shaking hand for the parcel.
The bird released it. When Harry unwrapped it, he found that the parchment inside was stained with red. Coated in blood in the centre was the ring that Harry had given Draco for Christmas.
Harry's breathing sped up and he tilted the box, hands shaking even more violently, to look for the inscription on the ring. Only you. It was there. "Oh, God," he let out, voice horribly strained. He nearly fell, his knees shaking.
Chapter Title: Only You
Words: 4093 Words
Draco handed Rusty his cloak and asked where his mother was. He made his way towards the back of the Manor, finding her in the solarium. "Hi, Mother," he said.
She smiled at him and stood to cross the room, raising up to kiss his forehead. "I didn't know you were coming," she said happily.
He kissed her cheek. "Just dropping in to say hello and get some more of my things."
"Ah," she said, taking a small step back. "Have you been doing all right?" she asked. "Since ...?"
"Since I moved in with the man I am in love with?" Draco finished, smiling as he sat down. "Or since Skeeter decided to go on a crusade against us?"
She sighed quietly, taking a seat across from Draco. "I suppose they've happened close enough to each other for you to tell me about both."
He leaned back. "Well," he sighed, "the hate mail is jolly intense and we have shocked all of Harry's friends." He couldn't help the smile that registered on his face.
"Hate mail," she said, frowning, even though she had warned him of it.
"Yes," Draco sighed, "you did warn me. And I guess you warned me about Father, too."
Her face went a bit more blank but her eyebrows remained low. "He wrote you?" she asked.
Draco looked up, surprised. "He didn't tell you?"
"He did write me a letter," she said, her expression turning stony for a short moment. "But he didn't mention that he wrote to you."
Draco sighed. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I don't want to cause more trouble between you."
Her eyes narrowed at that. "What did he say?" she asked.
Draco made a face. "It wasn't ... well, it wasn't very nice," he said, shrugging. "Apparently, unless I leave Harry, he will disown me. To make his point, he has cut off my access to the family accounts."
She suddenly sat up straighter and went paler than she usually was. "What?"
Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "I ... I thought you knew ... I mean, wouldn't he tell you?"
"Apparently not," she said, nearly hissing. Her posture became even more erect.
Draco sucked in a breath. He hadn't intended to upset his mother, and now he didn't know what to say.
Narcissa was completely silent for several moments. "Disown you?" she asked in a whisper.
Draco swallowed. His mother's calm was usually a sign that she was beyond angry. "He didn't use the word, but ... well, that did seem the implication."
Narcissa's nostrils flared and her hands shook. She placed them firmly in her lap. "I believe I will see if I can arrange a visit," she said.
Draco knew better than to argue with his mother when she looked like that. "I didn't mean to cause trouble, Mother," he said softly.
"This is not your fault," she said in that unnaturally calm voice. "Your father and I just need to talk. You're certain that is what he said?"
"I can get the letter for you, if you want," he replied, not sure it was the right thing to do, but figuring it would be better than giving the wrong information.
"If you can." Narcissa paused. "If you have it, then yes." Her hands were still pressed into her lap, which meant they were still shaking.
Draco got off the chair and knelt down in front of his mother, taking her hands in his own. "I'm sorry, Mother."
"Don't," she said, her voice shaking a little. "Why are you apologising?"
Draco closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened them and looked up into his mother's eyes. "I just want you to be happy. After everything you've been through, you deserve it."
"But so do you," she said, her voice shaking a little more, but her tone firm. "More than me."
"I am, Mother," he said sincerely. "Being with Harry really does make me happy."
She took a deep breath. "I can see it in your face," she said. "And so don't worry about anything between myself and your father. You are our son, and he should not have written you any such thing without telling me."
Draco nodded. "I love you, Mother."
She bent and kissed his forehead again. "I love you too, Draco."
***
Draco Apparated home, walking up the street to number twelve. February wind whipped at his hair and made him shiver as he climbed the front steps. He felt a prickle of unease and glanced over his shoulder, as if there might be someone standing there. But he didn't see anything. It must have been that the hate mail was just making him jumpy. It was a delight to walk into the warm house and strip off his cloak and scarf, hanging them up.
Harry was in the sitting room, reading, but heard the door open and close. He shut his book and laid it on the coffee table, getting to his feet to stand in the doorway.
Draco looked over, a happy flutter in his heart when he saw the other man standing there. "Hi," he said with a small smile.
Harry returned the smile, walking down the hall to meet Draco. "Hi," he said, kissing him. "How was the visit?"
Draco waited for Harry to come to him, his heart speeding up as he did. It was ridiculous, this effect Harry had on him, but delicious at the same time. For a moment he didn't register the question. "Good, though complicated," he said quietly.
Harry frowned. "Complicated?" he asked, taking Draco's hand to lead him down the hall and into the room from which he had come.
Draco allowed himself to be led and seated and then waited for another prompt, fingers curling around Harry's and refusing to let go.
Harry sighed and frowned again. "What happened?" he asked, laying down against the arm of the sofa and bringing Draco down on top of him.
Draco took a long shuddering breath and then released it slowly, relaxing into his lover's embrace. The feel of his hard warmth underneath him and strong arms around his body was comforting. He hadn't realised he was so tense before.
"Not going to tell me?" Harry asked, deciding to press just a little more.
Draco huffed. "I just told mother about the letter."
Harry cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "The letter from ... your dad?" he asked.
"Yes. Apparently, he didn't tell her," Draco said with another sigh, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to Harry's chest, curling against him.
Harry winced. "I'm guessing it didn't go over so well?"
"I promised to bring her the letter before she goes to talk with him," Draco said with a groan.
Harry winced again. "Well," he said quietly. "Maybe she'll be able to talk him out of it."
"I don't like being the cause of problems for them," Draco admitted, eyes still closed as he clung to Harry a little more tightly.
Harry let him and held on a little tighter himself. "It's not your fault," he said.
Draco sighed, but didn't answer, pressing his face to Harry's chest instead.
Harry brought his hand up into Draco's hair, stroking gently. "Don't worry about it," he tried. "I'm sure they can work out whatever they need to work out." In actuality, he had no idea if they would. He didn't know anything about Draco's parents' marriage.
Draco nodded against Harry, his hand coming up to rest on his belly, gently stroking him through his shirt and then rubbing his face against Harry's chest.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled down at Draco. He placed his own hand over the blond's, letting his fingertips ghost across the skin.
Draco shivered and turned his face up to look at Harry. A slow smile stretched his lips and there was a glint in his grey eyes.
"Let's," Harry said quietly, not even needing to ask. At least he could make Draco feel better with his body.
The blond arched an eyebrow as he slid his hand down to the hem of Harry's shirt and then up again, pushing the fabric out of his way. He kept his eyes on Harry's face as he did.
Harry's eyes were warm and slowly growing darker as he stared back into Draco's. The muscles in his chest and stomach twitched as the cooler air hit.
Draco drew his nails up Harry's flesh, breath catching as the other man's body reacted. He licked his lips in a very predatory way now, nails raking in circles on Harry's chest but not touching the now hardening flesh of his nipples.
Harry made a small noise and his eyelids fluttered as he continued to watch Draco. The hitch in Draco's breathing was thrilling. Harry brought that excitement from him, the hungry look on his face.
Draco's nails circled again, closer with each pass until he ran one directly over a nipple.
Harry gasped, his body jolting as the contact was made.
Draco smirked and continued on to the other side, repeating the movement before bringing all of his nails together, enclosing the pebbled flesh in between them like a talon and lightly tugging.
Harry gasped again, lips parting as he smiled. "Feels good," he whispered truthfully, despite the small bite of the nails.
It was fun to experiment and Draco nodded, heart hammering as he teased Harry's flesh, feeling him tense and then shiver. He shifted up some, so that his arousal was pressed against Harry's leg and he could bend to take a nipple into his mouth.
"Mmm, that too," Harry sighed, pressing his leg up against Draco's cock.
Draco sucked and nibbled on his lover's flesh, loving the way it made Harry squirm.
Harry clutched at the material of Draco's shirt, pulling and twisting as he arched up against the warm body atop him.
"Yes," Draco whispered, proceeding to leave a series of soft bites and suck marks over Harry's chest and down his stomach.
Harry's cock twitched where it was still confined in his trousers and he rolled his hips against Draco, wanting more of him. "Marking your territory?" he teased breathlessly, still watching.
Draco smirked and replied with another nip, just below Harry's belly button. He slid his fingers down, cupping the man's erection through his trousers.
"Mmm, fuck," Harry growled, thrusting up a little more insistently.
"As you like," Draco assured him, grinning as he began to unfasten the trousers.
Harry licked his lips, grinning too as he lifted up for Draco to pull the clothing away.
Draco had to partially climb off of Harry to finish stripping him and then reached up to unbutton his own shirt, tossing it aside as his eyes feasted on Harry's body.
Harry sighed happily, stretching out his arms to press his hands to Draco's chest and slide them over his skin.
Draco gasped this time and looked down with adoration at the man touching him. He steadied himself with one hand on the back of the sofa.
Harry spread his fingers widely, passing his palms over the raised areas underneath them - the hard buds of Draco's nipples and the smooth but sharp lines of his collarbone. He did use his nails a little, just to test it, but mostly he just touched, and adored the feeling.
Draco panted now, his cock straining the fabric of his own trousers as his lover touched him. He rarely noticed his own scars when he was with Harry. And then there were times, like now, that Harry could make them feel more like decorations than disfigurements. "I love you," he whispered.
"I know," Harry whispered back, fingers trailing down Draco's torso as he brought them to his trouser buttons. Harry felt the words were rather inadequate to describe the true feeling. What was the word for warm and light and blissful and perfect and whole? Four letters seemed not enough. "I love you too."
Draco's hold on the sofa tightened and he trembled as Harry unbuttoned him. He never tired of hearing those simple but powerful words. He did sometimes wonder if he was having a really brilliant dream.
Harry reached a hand inside, slowly drawing out Draco's cock and groaning quietly with the sight of it. He gave it a tight stroke, watching the skin move with his hand, watching the drop of pre-come gather at the tip.
Draco was still kneeling on the sofa, swaying with his desire as Harry played with him. The blond used his free hand to push his shorts and trousers down his hips to his thighs, freeing more of himself to his lover's attentions.
Harry directed his gaze up to Draco's face, stroking with one hand as he reached the fingers of the other to swipe up the pre-come. He raised an eyebrow, bringing the fingers to his mouth as he stroked Draco more firmly.
Draco groaned, licking his lips. "Oh, baby," he whispered. He slid his own hand up his lover's leg, caressing his inner thighs as well before cupping Harry's balls and tugging on the soft skin of his sac.
Harry moaned around his own fingers, delighted that he'd had the desired effect on Draco. He pulled the digits out slowly, squirming slightly as Draco touched him. "I want to feel you on my cock," he whispered, reaching up and touching Draco's chest again.
Draco's fingers very gently caressed upward, ghosting over his lover's erection. "What part of me do you want to feel?" he asked in a low seductive voice.
Harry's pulse sped up with that and he swallowed. "Your gorgeous arse," he replied. "Hot and tight on my cock."
Draco's intake of breath was as sharp as if he'd been punched, and his cock twitched in response to his lover. He gave a quick nod and then realised he was somewhat bound up in his trousers. He smiled and blushed a bit as he had to pull them up enough to climb off the sofa and then pull them off.
Harry watched him, lust as plain as day written all over his face. "You are so sexy," he sighed, reaching for the other man.
Draco could think of no one sexier than Harry, yet he loved the compliment. He smiled and stretched. "On the sofa?" he asked, blushing more as he remembered what had happened the first time he'd rode Harry in this room.
Sexy and adorable, Harry thought as he watched Draco blush, though he didn't say it. "Anywhere you want," he answered.
"On the rug for now," Draco said, Summoning his wand and casting a charm that made it suddenly plush and thick. Then, with a grin, he cast a Locking Charm on the door.
Harry grinned too and chuckled, sliding from the couch onto the floor. Then he arched an eyebrow, watching Draco.
"The wonder of the wizarding world spread at my feet," Draco teased, smiling and actually meaning every word of it as he looked down at Harry.
Harry hummed with amusement. "Standing before me, you mean," he said. He reached down for his own cock, beginning to play with himself as he waited for Draco with a smirk.
Draco knelt beside him, reaching his own hand for Harry's shaft. "I want to taste you," he whispered.
Harry groaned quietly. "Be my guest," he said, leaning back on his elbows.
Draco lay down on his side, facing Harry but reversed. "Turn toward me," he told him, tugging gently on his cock.
Harry gasped, suddenly grinning widely as he turned on his side as well.
Scooting down so that his face was in the right area, Draco leaned forward, holding Harry's cock and licking the sticky head.
Harry moaned and sighed, pressing forward. He reached an arm around Draco's lower back, pulling him so that he could lick and suck as well.
Draco gasped, sliding his lips over the head and sucking on his lover. One hand reached around his hip to squeeze Harry's arse.
Perhaps Harry wouldn't need Draco's arse at all - right then of course. What they were doing at that moment was perfectly fine with him. He moaned deeply, gently moving his hips as he circled the head of Draco's cock with his tongue.
Draco lost himself to the pleasure of sucking and licking as the same was done to him. He clutched at Harry, mirroring the other man's movements.
Harry closed his eyes, humming in pleasure as he bobbed his mouth over Draco's length. He stroked up Draco's back and side, kneading his flesh and rubbing his cock over his lips and cheeks before again descending upon it.
Draco moaned around the flesh in his mouth, fingers of one hand wrapped around the base while his others slid down the crevice of his lover's arse.
Harry moaned again, louder, as he pressed back a little now and tried to spread his legs wider.
Draco took that reaction for encouragement and stroked his fingertips over Harry's tight hole, licking the head of his cock at the same time.
"Yes," Harry whispered, reaching his hand to do the same, since it felt so bloody fucking good to have Draco touching him there. He licked and sucked at Draco's balls, quickly wetting his own fingers before moving them to Draco's arse.
Draco bent the knee of his upper leg, resting his foot flat so that he was spread to Harry's questing touch.
Harry groaned as he gently began to slide his longest finger inside Draco's entrance, his mouth still working furiously. He was surprised he could think enough to do anything at all with as good as Draco was making him feel between his own legs.
Draco moaned from the multiple sensations. He drew his own fingers back long enough to coat one in saliva and pre-come from Harry's cock, and then pressed into Harry as well.
The heat began rising rapidly as Draco's finger brushed against Harry's prostate. His cry was muffled by the flesh in his mouth and he moved his own finger, looking to hit home with Draco as well.
Draco shuddered, having to work harder at concentrating now as he felt such delicious spikes of pleasure from Harry's touch. He used his tongue and lips and fingers on his lover, panting through his nose as he did.
Harry cried out again, movements becoming quicker and less coordinated. As Draco sucked at his cock and his finger pressed against that spot again, Harry couldn't help it. He was coming, trying his hardest not to buck against Draco's face.
Draco did nearly choke, but, oddly, he found that exciting. He pulled back enough to breathe, Harry's come dribbling from his mouth as he did.
With half-lidded eyes, Harry looked down at Draco and groaned at the sight of him. He tried to get enough control over himself to finish Draco off.
Draco rubbed his face against his lover's sticky cock and rotated his own hips, trying to encourage Harry.
"Fuck," Harry whispered breathlessly, adding another finger inside Draco as he licked his shaft.
"Yes," Draco agreed, pulling his own finger from Harry but still clutching his arse. He closed his eyes now, resting his head on the floor as he focused on the sensations.
Harry worked at Draco even harder, timing his fingers and his mouth. He sucked powerfully, moving down as deep as he could take it and flicking his tongue over the head.
Draco moaned and shuddered, and after another minute came with a shout, body clenching around Harry's fingers.
Harry groaned and drank down the come flooding his mouth, pulling Draco tight against his own body.
"Oh, baby," Draco gasped. He shivered, still holding Harry's hip while the man swallowed his seed.
Harry slowly released Draco's cock, laying gentle kisses along the length and then over his hips.
Draco made small contented sounds, shivering with the small kisses. He looked down between them, smiling.
Harry grinned back at him and laid a few more kisses against his skin. "Love you, baby," he said quietly, pushing himself up to move towards his lover.
Draco lay back, watching Harry crawl up his body. He held his arms open to welcome him.
Harry lowered himself down, pressed against Draco's skin.
Draco gasped, still sensitive, and wrapped his arms around Harry. He lifted his lips to meet those of his lover.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, gently touching his tongue with his own as he smiled. "Feel better?" he whispered.
"Always better with you," Draco whispered, kissing him quickly again.
"Good," Harry replied with a quiet, contented sigh.
Draco held Harry, petting his back with his fingers, eyes closing as he relaxed. When he opened them again, he frowned. "I should take her the letter tomorrow. And I need to pick up some potion supplies."
Harry sighed again. "Better to go then," he said. "I've got that lunch with Ron tomorrow."
Draco rolled his eyes at the mention of Ron, but smiled a little anyway. "Give him my regards," he teased.
Harry snorted. "I'll be sure to do that," he said.
***
Harry opened the front door quickly, eager to get out of the bitter February air. He hung up his cloak and quietly made his way down the hall. "Draco?" he called when he was a safe distance away from Mrs Black. No one answered.
He turned around and walked back the way he had come, making his way up the stairs. "Draco?" he called again, making a stop at the potions lab to look inside, but Draco wasn't there, nor was he in their bedroom. Harry sighed, lying down on the bed with his hands on his stomach.
Draco was still shopping then. He'd gone to Diagon Alley to restock his potions supplies while Harry had gone out to lunch with Ron. He'd figured Draco would be back before him, though. Obviously, he wasn't.
Harry looked at his watch. It was already 2:00 and it had been 12:00 when they'd both left. He frowned and sighed again.
Well, at least the time away from Draco hadn't been for nothing. He and Ron were getting along better. Things were almost normal between them - as long as Draco wasn't mentioned.
Harry rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes, wondering how long Draco could be gone. Maybe he'd gone to the Manor to see his mum. Or maybe he'd just decided to go shopping for other things as well, since he was already in Diagon Alley. Soon, thoughts of Draco drifted into nothing as Harry drifted off himself.
***
There was a loud tapping at the window.
Harry frowned in his sleep, hearing the tapping without really hearing it, but he pushed himself up very quickly when the tapping got louder. He squinted in the direction of the window. It was obviously an owl, but everything looked blurry to him.
He felt around for his glasses and found them shoved under the pillow. When he pushed them on, he could see that it was an owl and he got up from the bed, crossing to let the bird inside.
It had a small parcel in its beak and a letter attached to its leg. It hopped inside and held out the letter, but didn't release the parcel yet.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the little package, but went ahead and took the letter first.
The handwriting was scrawled and a bit difficult to read:
Potter,
If you ever wish to see Draco Malfoy alive again, you will follow our instructions exactly. First, tell no one else. Second, you will come immediately and alone. In the package you will find an item that both proves we have him and is a Portkey to where you need to go. The longer you delay, the more time we have to hurt him.
It was unsigned.
Harry's hands clutched the parchment tightly. He read the words over again, and it was right then that he noticed how much darker it was outside. His heart began pounding and he reached with a shaking hand for the parcel.
The bird released it. When Harry unwrapped it, he found that the parchment inside was stained with red. Coated in blood in the centre was the ring that Harry had given Draco for Christmas.
Harry's breathing sped up and he tilted the box, hands shaking even more violently, to look for the inscription on the ring. Only you. It was there. "Oh, God," he let out, voice horribly strained. He nearly fell, his knees shaking.