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When?
Chapter Number/Total: 44/49
Chapter Title: When?
Words: 2202 Words
Draco headed into the bathroom. "Harry?" he called out. "What happened to my leg?"
Harry frowned confusedly and followed the sound of Draco's voice, scratching his stomach. "What?" he asked when he'd made it into the bathroom as well.
Draco was staring at the large scar and bruise on the upper inside of his thigh.
"Oh," said Harry quietly. "You were cut."
Draco had the leg up on the sink area and was bent forward trying to look closer at the wound. "Looks like it was serious," he said. "Did it hit an artery?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. You were bleeding all over the place." He frowned at the thought.
"Oh," Draco said, then got into the shower. He allowed the hot water to flow down his hair and over his body, enjoying the sensation.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that and shook his head. "You want me in with you, or should I wait?" he called over the sound of the water, looking at his face in the mirror.
"Always want you in with me," Draco replied, laughing.
Harry grinned and joined Draco in the shower, reaching straight for a flannel and soap.
"Mmm," Draco sighed. He had left his silver hand on the sink counter. He ran his right hand up and down his body, enjoying the feel.
Harry couldn't help but watch Draco, his stomach doing a flip. "You're so bloody hot," he said, shaking his head as he washed his own chest and stomach.
"Wash me," Draco said, smiling and using his hand to pull his hair aside and turning his back to Harry.
Harry grinned again and turned the soapy cloth on Draco, running it in gentle circles over his back and shoulders.
"Mmm, yes," the blond said, his chin resting on his chest as he leaned his hand on the tile and spread his legs.
"Bloody hell, Draco," Harry said, moving the wash cloth down to wash Draco's arse. "You do this to me every time." His cock twitched at the sight of the man in front of him.
"Good," Draco replied, leaning more so that Harry could reach him easily. "Remember that first shower together?"
"Merlin, yes," Harry said, running the cloth slowly down between Draco's arse cheeks. "I was embarrassed to do this."
"Yesss," Draco hissed, arching back again and smiling.
Harry smirked and then leaned forward to suck on Draco's shoulder, wanting to leave a mark. "And you made me come just from talking to me. Merlin, that was so bloody hot."
"Well, I do believe my hands were involved as well." Draco smiled.
"Yeah, but there's no fucking way I would have come unless you had been talking. I was so spent, but you just have that power over me, I guess." Harry smiled and moved his hand around to wash Draco's cock.
Draco's cock twitched in Harry's hand at both his touch and his words. He looked over his shoulder, smirking, and then down to see if his lover was as turned on as he was.
Of course Harry was hard. Was there a time when he wasn't? He didn't think it was very often that he was able to keep from getting hard around a naked, hot Draco. Harry smirked right back at Draco, stroking his cock slowly and gently now.
That sight made Draco moan. "Gods, yes," he said, pushing his arse back toward Harry.
Harry licked his lips and pressed his hard cock against Draco's arse, rubbing it between the cheeks.
Draco leaned against the tiles and braced himself, the feel of Harry's cock making him tremble. "Yes, fuck me," he begged.
Harry hadn't planned on fucking Draco in the shower, but now he found that that was exactly what he wanted to do. He pulled away from him for a second, and when he came back, it was with slick fingers at Draco's entrance, adding to the lube and come that was still there from earlier.
"Always want you," Draco gasped, wiggling against his lover's fingers. "Saw you naked once," he confessed, "before."
Harry's eyes widened and his fingers actually stopped moving for a second as he faltered. "What?" he asked in a breathless whisper.
"Don't stop," Draco begged, moaning.
Harry quickly added another finger, hoping that would get Draco talking again.
"Ready," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, touch me and I will tell you."
Harry moaned with frustration, having to do the wandless spell over his cock five times before it would work, he was being so hasty. He reached a hand down and grasped his shaft, guiding it to Draco's entrance before pushing into him gently with another moan. "Please tell me, Draco," he panted. This was his ultimate kink - hearing about what Draco had felt for him before he'd known it. The thought alone could make him hard.
Draco groaned, his cock hard and twitching as Harry stretched him again, filling him. Hot water ran over their joined bodies and Draco loved the contrast with the cold tile he braced himself against. "You love this, fucking me and thinking of how crazy I have always been for you," Draco whispered, "knowing that I would have done anything for this, even then."
"Yes," Harry whimpered, thrusting. "Draco, please tell me before you make me come."
"It was ... after Quidditch practise ... you were alone," Draco said, words interspersed with Harry's thrusts. "I watched ... Everyone had left ... but you."
"Oh, fuck," Harry let out, flushing, pressing his entire front to Draco and holding him tightly about the waist.
"Yes, waited ... to see you," Draco said, "but you ... were alone ... in the locker room." He thrust his hips back against Harry, wiggling his arse again. Harry's hand on his cock stopped moving and he thrust forward into it as well.
Harry had closed his eyes now and was so absolutely turned on, his body burned with it. "Oh, fuck," he said again, only a weak whisper this time.
Harry's magic vibrated through his skin and Draco was trying to enjoy it and tell the story. "So ... I snuck into the ... locker room," he continued. "You were still in there, in the shower."
Harry desperately wanted Draco to finish telling him before he came, and so he tried to hold back, hardly moving his hips to pull out, but staying seated in Draco, fucking him deep inside with tiny thrusts.
"Naked and in the shower," Draco continued, eyes closed, both remembering the scene and feeling Harry inside him now. "You were leaning against the shower," he continued, "one hand on the wall, like mine is now." He gasped as he realised how close he was. "The other hand on that beautiful cock. And I wanted you so badly I wanted to beg you for it!"
Harry's eyes actually slid out of focus, and despite his efforts, he came with a wild shout and clutched Draco tighter than ever, panting and moaning.
Draco cried out along with him, his own orgasm so close and Harry's magic flowing through him. Held tight in Harry's arms, he still saw the image of younger Potter, coming against the tile.
Harry's face was pressed to Draco's back as he panted. He felt like he was going to pass out, he'd come so hard.
"I think you will have to wash my crack again, Harry," Draco teased.
Harry let out a breathless laugh and kissed the mark he'd left earlier on Draco's shoulder.
"You were beautiful then," Draco whispered, "and even more so now."
Harry smiled, not wanting to move away from Draco. "Where were you hiding?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" Draco sighed. "I stormed away angry and then wanked remembering."
Harry sighed and then laughed again. "You wanked after watching me toss off in the shower, and now you've knocked me up. How does it feel?" He grinned.
Draco turned his head to look at him, smiling and raising his eyebrows. "Fantastic," he answered.
"Good," Harry said, finally loosening his hold on Draco and laying one more kiss to his skin before pulling out of him.
"We should get to breakfast before it is lunch," Draco laughed.
Harry snorted. "I suppose you're right," he said, finishing washing himself quickly now.
***
After the shower, Harry and Draco were dry and dressed, heading down through the house to find Ron and Hermione. The first place Harry checked was in their regular sitting room and that's where he found them.
Hermione was reading, of course, and scratching Crookshanks behind the ears. Ron, surprisingly, was reading as well, although it was only a book on Keeping tactics.
"Morning," Harry said, walking into the room and taking a seat in his usual spot.
"Afternoon," Hermione corrected.
Draco smirked and called for a house-elf to bring them breakfast, then joined Harry on the sofa.
"Yeah, well, we were pretty tired," said Harry sheepishly.
"I'm sure," said Hermione with a raise of her eyebrows and a small, knowing smile.
Draco almost said something snide about being tortured making him tired, but decided not to ruin the morning for everyone.
Leakey appeared then. "Master Draco, what shall we be doing with the guests?"
"Merde'," Draco said. "Feed them, but only basics."
Harry watched the exchange between Draco and the house-elf quietly with a blank expression.
"Guests?" Hermione asked, looking a tad confused.
Harry sighed. "Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange are being held here," he said. Hermione's eyes widened and Ron looked up from his book.
Draco poured tea and handed Harry a cup and then prepared his own. He sat back, waiting. Harry sipped his tea and watched Ron and Hermione's faces.
"Why would you hold them here?" Hermione asked. "Shouldn't they be back at the Ministry?"
"They knew about the Horcruxes," Harry said. "We couldn't leave them there."
"So they're here? Right now?" asked Ron, eyebrows high on his forehead.
Harry nodded. "In cells underground. They can't get out. We're safe." Harry didn't mention his own uneasiness about it all.
"We have lower levels in the Manor which are secured. The house-elves will take care of their basic physical needs," Draco said, frowning. "We can't let them go and Harry was unwilling to kill them."
"Yes, we heard back at Grimmauld," said Hermione. "And I would have to agree. We can't simply kill them."
Harry nodded. "They deserve worse than death," he said.
"They are a threat to us, to you," Draco said, "and they can never leave here alive."
"Surely they can be taken to Azkaban once all of this is over," said Hermione, her head tilted to the side as she looked at Draco.
"They are mass murderers, unrepentant and eager to kill again," Draco sneered. "Why allow them to live at all?"
"Because it would be wrong to kill them," Harry answered. "I don't want their blood on my hands nor my soul torn in two on their behalf. Ron has already suffered that when he saved my life. I don't want it to happen to you or Hermione or anyone else."
"I would do it again," Ron said, his head held higher.
Draco nodded approval at Ron. "We will do what it takes, Harry," he said. "In the meantime, they are secure in the dungeon."
Harry sat back against the couch and ate a piece of toast, if only for his child. "And that's where they stay, at the very least until all this is over."
Draco began piling food on a plate - eggs, sausages, fruit - and handed the plate to Harry.
Harry sighed and gave Draco a small smile before taking the plate and beginning to eat.
"So what's next?" Hermione asked after a few moments with a sigh of her own.
"We need to find out if the brooch was really Ravenclaw's. Continue the search for Horcruxes," Draco said, nibbling on a scone.
"The one Ron found isn't a Horcrux, even if it is Ravenclaw's," Harry said after swallowing a big bite.
"Yes, but if it is her brooch," Draco sighed, "then we know not to look for it. If it isn't, it could be a decoy like the locket."
"How do we find out?" asked Ron.
"First, let me see it," Draco said, setting his plate down, nearly untouched.
"It's upstairs," said Harry. "In my trouser pocket. The ones I wore yesterday."
Draco stood. "I will be right back." He Apparated to their room.
Harry took the opportunity to eat more food, shovelling it in quickly so that he could be ready to focus.
Draco located the brooch and returned to the sitting room. "It does appear to be old enough, though we should have a jeweller confirm it," he said. "But, you are right, it isn't a Horcrux."
Harry nodded. "We can have it confirmed and then what do we do with it if it is?"
"We keep it." Draco smiled. "You are getting quite a collection."
"I say we give it to the school when we're finished," said Hermione. "They are the items of the founders after all."
"When it is all over," Draco said, and shrugged.
Harry sighed and sat back against the couch again. "When it's all over," he repeated a bit wistfully.
Chapter Title: When?
Words: 2202 Words
Draco headed into the bathroom. "Harry?" he called out. "What happened to my leg?"
Harry frowned confusedly and followed the sound of Draco's voice, scratching his stomach. "What?" he asked when he'd made it into the bathroom as well.
Draco was staring at the large scar and bruise on the upper inside of his thigh.
"Oh," said Harry quietly. "You were cut."
Draco had the leg up on the sink area and was bent forward trying to look closer at the wound. "Looks like it was serious," he said. "Did it hit an artery?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. You were bleeding all over the place." He frowned at the thought.
"Oh," Draco said, then got into the shower. He allowed the hot water to flow down his hair and over his body, enjoying the sensation.
Harry raised an eyebrow at that and shook his head. "You want me in with you, or should I wait?" he called over the sound of the water, looking at his face in the mirror.
"Always want you in with me," Draco replied, laughing.
Harry grinned and joined Draco in the shower, reaching straight for a flannel and soap.
"Mmm," Draco sighed. He had left his silver hand on the sink counter. He ran his right hand up and down his body, enjoying the feel.
Harry couldn't help but watch Draco, his stomach doing a flip. "You're so bloody hot," he said, shaking his head as he washed his own chest and stomach.
"Wash me," Draco said, smiling and using his hand to pull his hair aside and turning his back to Harry.
Harry grinned again and turned the soapy cloth on Draco, running it in gentle circles over his back and shoulders.
"Mmm, yes," the blond said, his chin resting on his chest as he leaned his hand on the tile and spread his legs.
"Bloody hell, Draco," Harry said, moving the wash cloth down to wash Draco's arse. "You do this to me every time." His cock twitched at the sight of the man in front of him.
"Good," Draco replied, leaning more so that Harry could reach him easily. "Remember that first shower together?"
"Merlin, yes," Harry said, running the cloth slowly down between Draco's arse cheeks. "I was embarrassed to do this."
"Yesss," Draco hissed, arching back again and smiling.
Harry smirked and then leaned forward to suck on Draco's shoulder, wanting to leave a mark. "And you made me come just from talking to me. Merlin, that was so bloody hot."
"Well, I do believe my hands were involved as well." Draco smiled.
"Yeah, but there's no fucking way I would have come unless you had been talking. I was so spent, but you just have that power over me, I guess." Harry smiled and moved his hand around to wash Draco's cock.
Draco's cock twitched in Harry's hand at both his touch and his words. He looked over his shoulder, smirking, and then down to see if his lover was as turned on as he was.
Of course Harry was hard. Was there a time when he wasn't? He didn't think it was very often that he was able to keep from getting hard around a naked, hot Draco. Harry smirked right back at Draco, stroking his cock slowly and gently now.
That sight made Draco moan. "Gods, yes," he said, pushing his arse back toward Harry.
Harry licked his lips and pressed his hard cock against Draco's arse, rubbing it between the cheeks.
Draco leaned against the tiles and braced himself, the feel of Harry's cock making him tremble. "Yes, fuck me," he begged.
Harry hadn't planned on fucking Draco in the shower, but now he found that that was exactly what he wanted to do. He pulled away from him for a second, and when he came back, it was with slick fingers at Draco's entrance, adding to the lube and come that was still there from earlier.
"Always want you," Draco gasped, wiggling against his lover's fingers. "Saw you naked once," he confessed, "before."
Harry's eyes widened and his fingers actually stopped moving for a second as he faltered. "What?" he asked in a breathless whisper.
"Don't stop," Draco begged, moaning.
Harry quickly added another finger, hoping that would get Draco talking again.
"Ready," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, touch me and I will tell you."
Harry moaned with frustration, having to do the wandless spell over his cock five times before it would work, he was being so hasty. He reached a hand down and grasped his shaft, guiding it to Draco's entrance before pushing into him gently with another moan. "Please tell me, Draco," he panted. This was his ultimate kink - hearing about what Draco had felt for him before he'd known it. The thought alone could make him hard.
Draco groaned, his cock hard and twitching as Harry stretched him again, filling him. Hot water ran over their joined bodies and Draco loved the contrast with the cold tile he braced himself against. "You love this, fucking me and thinking of how crazy I have always been for you," Draco whispered, "knowing that I would have done anything for this, even then."
"Yes," Harry whimpered, thrusting. "Draco, please tell me before you make me come."
"It was ... after Quidditch practise ... you were alone," Draco said, words interspersed with Harry's thrusts. "I watched ... Everyone had left ... but you."
"Oh, fuck," Harry let out, flushing, pressing his entire front to Draco and holding him tightly about the waist.
"Yes, waited ... to see you," Draco said, "but you ... were alone ... in the locker room." He thrust his hips back against Harry, wiggling his arse again. Harry's hand on his cock stopped moving and he thrust forward into it as well.
Harry had closed his eyes now and was so absolutely turned on, his body burned with it. "Oh, fuck," he said again, only a weak whisper this time.
Harry's magic vibrated through his skin and Draco was trying to enjoy it and tell the story. "So ... I snuck into the ... locker room," he continued. "You were still in there, in the shower."
Harry desperately wanted Draco to finish telling him before he came, and so he tried to hold back, hardly moving his hips to pull out, but staying seated in Draco, fucking him deep inside with tiny thrusts.
"Naked and in the shower," Draco continued, eyes closed, both remembering the scene and feeling Harry inside him now. "You were leaning against the shower," he continued, "one hand on the wall, like mine is now." He gasped as he realised how close he was. "The other hand on that beautiful cock. And I wanted you so badly I wanted to beg you for it!"
Harry's eyes actually slid out of focus, and despite his efforts, he came with a wild shout and clutched Draco tighter than ever, panting and moaning.
Draco cried out along with him, his own orgasm so close and Harry's magic flowing through him. Held tight in Harry's arms, he still saw the image of younger Potter, coming against the tile.
Harry's face was pressed to Draco's back as he panted. He felt like he was going to pass out, he'd come so hard.
"I think you will have to wash my crack again, Harry," Draco teased.
Harry let out a breathless laugh and kissed the mark he'd left earlier on Draco's shoulder.
"You were beautiful then," Draco whispered, "and even more so now."
Harry smiled, not wanting to move away from Draco. "Where were you hiding?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" Draco sighed. "I stormed away angry and then wanked remembering."
Harry sighed and then laughed again. "You wanked after watching me toss off in the shower, and now you've knocked me up. How does it feel?" He grinned.
Draco turned his head to look at him, smiling and raising his eyebrows. "Fantastic," he answered.
"Good," Harry said, finally loosening his hold on Draco and laying one more kiss to his skin before pulling out of him.
"We should get to breakfast before it is lunch," Draco laughed.
Harry snorted. "I suppose you're right," he said, finishing washing himself quickly now.
***
After the shower, Harry and Draco were dry and dressed, heading down through the house to find Ron and Hermione. The first place Harry checked was in their regular sitting room and that's where he found them.
Hermione was reading, of course, and scratching Crookshanks behind the ears. Ron, surprisingly, was reading as well, although it was only a book on Keeping tactics.
"Morning," Harry said, walking into the room and taking a seat in his usual spot.
"Afternoon," Hermione corrected.
Draco smirked and called for a house-elf to bring them breakfast, then joined Harry on the sofa.
"Yeah, well, we were pretty tired," said Harry sheepishly.
"I'm sure," said Hermione with a raise of her eyebrows and a small, knowing smile.
Draco almost said something snide about being tortured making him tired, but decided not to ruin the morning for everyone.
Leakey appeared then. "Master Draco, what shall we be doing with the guests?"
"Merde'," Draco said. "Feed them, but only basics."
Harry watched the exchange between Draco and the house-elf quietly with a blank expression.
"Guests?" Hermione asked, looking a tad confused.
Harry sighed. "Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange are being held here," he said. Hermione's eyes widened and Ron looked up from his book.
Draco poured tea and handed Harry a cup and then prepared his own. He sat back, waiting. Harry sipped his tea and watched Ron and Hermione's faces.
"Why would you hold them here?" Hermione asked. "Shouldn't they be back at the Ministry?"
"They knew about the Horcruxes," Harry said. "We couldn't leave them there."
"So they're here? Right now?" asked Ron, eyebrows high on his forehead.
Harry nodded. "In cells underground. They can't get out. We're safe." Harry didn't mention his own uneasiness about it all.
"We have lower levels in the Manor which are secured. The house-elves will take care of their basic physical needs," Draco said, frowning. "We can't let them go and Harry was unwilling to kill them."
"Yes, we heard back at Grimmauld," said Hermione. "And I would have to agree. We can't simply kill them."
Harry nodded. "They deserve worse than death," he said.
"They are a threat to us, to you," Draco said, "and they can never leave here alive."
"Surely they can be taken to Azkaban once all of this is over," said Hermione, her head tilted to the side as she looked at Draco.
"They are mass murderers, unrepentant and eager to kill again," Draco sneered. "Why allow them to live at all?"
"Because it would be wrong to kill them," Harry answered. "I don't want their blood on my hands nor my soul torn in two on their behalf. Ron has already suffered that when he saved my life. I don't want it to happen to you or Hermione or anyone else."
"I would do it again," Ron said, his head held higher.
Draco nodded approval at Ron. "We will do what it takes, Harry," he said. "In the meantime, they are secure in the dungeon."
Harry sat back against the couch and ate a piece of toast, if only for his child. "And that's where they stay, at the very least until all this is over."
Draco began piling food on a plate - eggs, sausages, fruit - and handed the plate to Harry.
Harry sighed and gave Draco a small smile before taking the plate and beginning to eat.
"So what's next?" Hermione asked after a few moments with a sigh of her own.
"We need to find out if the brooch was really Ravenclaw's. Continue the search for Horcruxes," Draco said, nibbling on a scone.
"The one Ron found isn't a Horcrux, even if it is Ravenclaw's," Harry said after swallowing a big bite.
"Yes, but if it is her brooch," Draco sighed, "then we know not to look for it. If it isn't, it could be a decoy like the locket."
"How do we find out?" asked Ron.
"First, let me see it," Draco said, setting his plate down, nearly untouched.
"It's upstairs," said Harry. "In my trouser pocket. The ones I wore yesterday."
Draco stood. "I will be right back." He Apparated to their room.
Harry took the opportunity to eat more food, shovelling it in quickly so that he could be ready to focus.
Draco located the brooch and returned to the sitting room. "It does appear to be old enough, though we should have a jeweller confirm it," he said. "But, you are right, it isn't a Horcrux."
Harry nodded. "We can have it confirmed and then what do we do with it if it is?"
"We keep it." Draco smiled. "You are getting quite a collection."
"I say we give it to the school when we're finished," said Hermione. "They are the items of the founders after all."
"When it is all over," Draco said, and shrugged.
Harry sighed and sat back against the couch again. "When it's all over," he repeated a bit wistfully.