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Real Estate
Chapter Number/Total: 46/49
Chapter Title: Real Estate
Words: 3906 Words
The offices were discreetly opulent in the financial district of London. The glass on the door was lettered in gold, "Ebenezer Wyndham III, Solicitor." Draco opened the door and held it for Harry.
Harry, who had insisted on coming with Draco for this, walked through the open door and looked around, feeling a little out of place with his messy hair and nice, but simple clothes.
Draco was dressed in his usual expensive but casual robes. The receptionist, a youngish blonde witch smiled up at them. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter," she said, "Mr. Wyndham is expecting you.
Harry gave her a small smile and nodded, looking to Draco to follow him.
"Can I get you two gentlemen some tea?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, thank you," Draco said.
She then showed them into a large office done in dark woods and other old world style furnishings. The man behind the desk was an older wizard of indeterminate age and gaunt in appearance. He had the remnants of curly hair, gone grey and was dressed in impeccably clean and pressed black robes.
He rose to greet them, coming out from behind the desk and holding out a hand to Draco. "Mr. Malfoy," he said with a smile, "I am so glad to see you."
Draco nodded, shaking his hand and then gesturing to Harry. "And this is my husband, Harry ...."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Potter," Mr. Wyndham said, reaching to shake his hand. "I've heard much about you. And I want to congratulate the two of you on your nuptials. Please sit and be comfortable."
Harry gave a small smile to the man and shook his hand. "Thank you," he said, taking the offered seat.
"So, what can I do for you two today?" Mr. Wyndham asked. There was a knock on the door and his assistant brought a tray in with tea service and poured all three men some tea. Once they were settled, she left and Draco turned to the solicitor.
"We have a friend who has taken on a great burden with the Ministry on our behalf and we don't wish her to suffer for it," Draco said calmly.
"Ah, the fracas with the escaped prisoners?" Mr. Wyndham smiled knowingly. He had surprisingly kind brown eyes.
"Yes. She intends to explain what happened and how we were unaware of the risks involved," he said. "We would like to see her interests protected in this matter."
Harry nodded. "Yes. She's a very good friend and she's a close family member of Draco's. I really wouldn't want to see her sent to Azkaban for something that is my fault."
"Will she accept our representation in this matter?" the solicitor asked.
"Yes, but our contribution in this matter must remain discreet," Draco said. "And we will put up any bonds necessary."
"Yes, yes, of course," Wyndham said, quill scratching on parchment. "I will need to meet with her as soon as possible."
Harry nodded. "We'll tell her to contact you as soon as we're in contact with her ourselves."
"Mr. Malfoy, did you wish to discuss your holdings at this time?" the solicitor asked.
"It might be good to update me on the estates," Draco said. "I know we have a townhouse here in London and the chateau in Provence."
"And the island in Scotland," Mr. Wyndham said.
Draco looked up sharply. "I see," he said. "When was that acquired?"
"Ah, that would be in 1995," the solicitor said, smiling.
Draco was quiet a minute. "I would like a report on the changes in the Malfoy accounts over the last four years. With particular attention to large expenditures or property purchases," he said.
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy," Wyndham said. "May I have them delivered to your residence?"
"Send an owl when they are ready and I will have one of my elves collect them," Draco said. The blond got up and the solicitor rose with him, walking them to the door.
Harry followed closely behind Draco, his eyes slightly wide at the news that Draco owned an entire island. Exactly how much money did he have, Harry wondered.
Draco was tense and nervous as they made their way out of the building.
Harry was too, but then again, he always was when they weren't at home. "Let's hurry up and get back, yeah?" he said, not being able to stop himself from looking from side to side.
Draco pulled them into alcove and Apparated them home. "Leakey!" Draco yelled, pulling off his heavy outer robes. The elf appeared. "Where are Hermione and Ron?" he asked quickly.
Harry raised alarmed eyebrows at Draco as he took off his own robes, frowning.
"They be in their rooms, Sir," said the elf. "Should I be getting them, Master Draco?"
"Yes, immediately," Draco said. "Tell them to meet us in the downstairs library." He handed Harry's and his outer robes to the elf and headed for the library.
"Draco, what is it?" Harry asked as he followed behind, taking a few running steps to catch up.
Draco turned and kissed him, pulling him close and tight. Then grinned. "Just wait until they join us," he said.
Harry raised his eyebrows again, but didn't say anything else.
When they got to the library, Ron and Hermione were already there, looking anxious.
"Leakey said you wanted us?" asked Hermione, taking a few steps towards Harry and Draco when they entered.
Draco was pacing. "Nothing is wrong," he said, "but I learned something today."
Ron and Hermione both let out quiet sighs of relief.
"What?" asked Ron.
Harry was waiting to hear what Draco had to say as well, and was trying to think back to what exactly Draco could have learned - they had done nothing but go to the lawyer's office.
"We arranged for the Malfoy family solicitor to represent Tonks," Draco said, "then he told me something about my family's estates that I didn't know." He was shaking and he took a deep breath. "My father bought an island in Scotland in 1995," he said, looking at them.
Hermione looked at Draco with quiet interest, but nothing more than that.
Ron looked impressed. "Damn," he said. "How much money do you have?"
Harry had been expecting some fairly large piece of information, but he raised a questioning eyebrow.
Draco groaned. "This isn't about how much bloody money I have!" he shouted. "What else happened in 1995?"
"Our fourth year," said Hermione.
"Triwizard Tournament. Voldemort returned to his body," said Harry.
"And Father to his service," Draco said.
Harry's eyes widened. "You don't think ...." he said.
"I think he bought an island for his Master," Draco said, "which means we know the location of their headquarters."
"You think that's where they're located?" asked Hermione, eyes wide as Harry's.
"Yes, I do," Draco said. "And I am planning to audit the financial records of my family and see what other information we might find. Someone has been paying for the Dark Lord's war. Property costs money. I believe Father was financing him."
"There's bound to be strong protections," said Harry, his heart beating quickly with the news. "It's probably unplottable, but we don't know yet for sure." He paused, thinking and biting his lip. He smiled. "Draco, you're a genius." He wrapped arms around Draco's neck, kissing him.
Draco basked in Harry's praise, kissing him back passionately. He never tired of Harry calling him that or of his affection.
When Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, Hermione gave a little cough, reminding them that she and Ron were still in the room.
Harry sighed and pulled back, still smiling and not removing his arms from Draco's neck.
Draco grinned down at him, loving the way those green eyes made him feel like the centre of the universe.
"So ... should we tell someone?" asked Hermione, still clearly trying to get their attention.
"Draco probably wants to sort through the rest of the financial stuff before that, right?" said Harry.
The blond's attention was on Harry's face - his eyes, his lips - so it took him a minute to register what he actually said. "Oh, yes," he said, "and I don't think we should tell anyone outside the Order. We don't want them to know we know."
"Of course," said Hermione, but then she rolled her eyes and shook her head when neither Harry nor Draco looked at her.
"No, we don't want them to know," Harry said quietly, pressing closer to Draco.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, attention completely on the feel of Harry against him.
"See you guys in a bit," Harry said to Ron and Hermione, still not looking at them as he slid his hands down Draco's arms and took both Draco's hands in his own, walking backwards out the door and smiling at him as he pulled him along.
Draco raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word or break eye contact with Harry, following him wherever he led.
Harry was still grinning and pulling Draco along playfully, loving the look in those grey eyes. He stopped for a moment and closed the distance between them, brushing his lips against Draco's and then pulling back again, their hands still joined. He started to walk backwards again, carefully making his way up to their room this way, stopping for more of those teasing kisses that lingered more and more each time.
Draco's heart was racing by the time they made their slow progress through the Manor, kissing along the way. He panted a bit and whimpered each time Harry broke the increasingly hot kisses.
When they finally reached the door to their suite, Harry leaned up against the wall beside the door and pulled Draco to him, still holding his hands. He let them go to grab the front of Draco's shirt and clutch lightly, bringing their faces centimetres apart. He moved his lips so close to Draco's that he could feel them without touching them. He looked at those soft, pink lips through half-lidded eyes, just standing there like that, his heart racing.
Draco whimpered again, the feeling of Harry so close but not yet doing anything to him was hot but frustrating. He licked his lips, waiting for Harry to make his move.
Harry breathed against Draco's mouth, still staring at it. He finally pressed his lips to Draco's and kissed him as softly and slowly as he could, his hands gripping Draco's shirt only a little tighter now.
Draco brought his hands up, sliding around Harry's waist and up his back, pulling him tight. He opened his mouth, allowing Harry to set the pace and revelling in the delight of his lover's lips and tongue.
Harry moved one hand down and carefully moved it up and under the cloth to allow that hand access to the skin of Draco's stomach. Gentle fingers found their way to the thin, soft line of fair hair that trailed from Draco's navel downward, playing over it and tracing it.
Draco trembled as Harry's hand touched his skin. "Yes," he hissed.
Harry smiled at Draco's reaction and moved his hand up, pushing the shirt up with it and letting it rest over Draco's heart, rubbing the skin there and feeling the soft pulse. "You know this? This right here?" He rubbed a tiny bit harder at the skin to indicate what he was talking about. "There is nothing more important to me in the world," he whispered, his lips brushing Draco's as he spoke to him.
"I am yours," Draco whispered, eyes half closed as he breathed in his lover's breath. "Completely yours."
"You're more than that," Harry whispered. "You're my life." He kissed him slowly. "I love you." Another kiss. "I never thought those words could mean so much. They almost feel inadequate. There are no words to describe how I feel about you."
"You do pretty well with words." Draco smiled, then slid his hands down to cup Harry's arse. "And even better with your actions."
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, the hand that wasn't resting against Draco's heart sliding down to cup his crotch. "I want to be with you," he said. "I don't care how. I just want you."
Draco moaned again when Harry's hand stroked his erection through his trousers. "Yes, in the hall or in our room?" he whispered.
Harry chuckled. "Whatever tickles your fancy, love," he said, amusement, lust, happiness and love all wrapped up in his eyes.
Draco led his lover by the hand into their suite, and then used his wand to strip them both. His heart sped up even more at the sight of Harry naked. How was it possible that no matter how many times he saw him like this, it always turned him on? He pressed Harry against the bed post and rubbed himself against him, bending his head to lick and nip at his lover's slightly rough jaw line.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, rubbing against Draco in turn, running eager hands over his back and tilting his head to the side.
"You are so fucking gorgeous, I can never get enough of you," Draco practically growled, his arms encircling Harry as he pressed him against the pillar of the bed.
Harry gasped. "I hope you never do," he said, having to fight to keep his eyes from closing.
"Never," Draco said, mind filled with the images of all the times they had fucked and all the memories of Harry he had from the years of watching him. "Put your hands above your head," he whispered.
Harry bit his lip and tried to put on the sexiest face he could before slowly lifting his arms, watching Draco.
Draco grinned, lifting his wand and casting the Rope Spell again. He watched Harry's face intently when he was bound to the post.
Harry's cock jumped as he was tied up. He should have known Draco was going to this and now that he did know, it excited him just as much as the other times. He stood still and waited, wondering what Draco was going to do to him.
"Harry Potter, at my mercy," Draco whispered, backing away and looking at the amazing sight. He reached casually down and stroked his own cock, watching Harry.
Harry growled and groaned at Draco. "Fucking tease," he said, his own cock straining and throbbing.
"Yes," Draco grinned wickedly, "I think I like teasing you. In fact, I have always gotten off on teasing you."
Harry took a deep breath and hoped that Draco wasn't about to do what he thought he was about to do, but he strangely wanted him to do it as well. "Please, Draco, fuck," he moaned, just the mere mention of Draco always having gotten off on him making his cock harden further.
Draco Summoned a chair and sat down, putting his legs over each arm of the chair so that he was spread before Harry. He watched Harry as he returned to stroking his own cock. "Yes, I used to imagine you while I played with myself this way." He smiled.
"Oh, fucking hell," Harry gasped, going weak in the knees. He was pretty sure this was going to kill him. "Draco, please."
Draco cast the Lube Spell and began to really stroke himself, the oil making his balls and cock glisten in the candlelight. "Yes?" Draco asked in a pleased purr.
"Please do something to me," Harry whined, his eyes locked on Draco's hand, despite the fact that that felt even more like torture.
"Now, I have watched you wank in the past," Draco drawled. "Don't you want to watch me?"
Harry groaned. Draco had to know what saying that was doing to him - he had to. He tried getting his hands loose, but of course, that didn't work.
"So I told you that I did this to myself in the Room of Requirement," Draco said in a conversational tone, reaching his silver hand down to cup his own balls, while his other hand slid up his cock, fingers twisting over the head and then back down the shaft.
Harry was panting now and his heart pounding. "Yes," he hissed, glaring at Draco's hand on his cock as if it were not doing its rightful job - between Harry's legs.
"Can you picture it, Harry?" Draco asked, his voice thick with arousal. "Can you see me lying back on that couch thinking of you while I did this to myself?"
Harry moaned and clenched his teeth, trying to thrust against the air in vain, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-come.
"I wonder how many times I came thinking about you," Draco said, sliding silver fingers below his balls until he reached his opening. He ran a smooth finger around his entrance, panting now as his hand slid up and down his shaft. "At least once a day for six years?"
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, wondering if he could come without Draco touching him at all. He could see everything the blond was saying in his mind's eye, even with his real eyes open.
"Did I tell you that your magic turns me on?" Draco said, shuddering a bit at his own memories and pressing a silver finger into himself.
Harry didn't know if he could manage a coherent answer, so he shook his head no, beginning to sweat. Merlin, if that was true - Harry suddenly had some things in mind to try another day.
"Every touch of your magic is like like the touch of your skin," Draco said, panting now. "Think about every time we ever fought, Harry. Tell me a time when you used magic on me, before the day I kissed you."
Harry closed his eyes, panting and trying to remember. There were so many times they had hexed each other. He tried to make his brain work and think of a time. "Fifth year," he gasped. "After Potions. You tripped Ron, and I hit you with a Leg-Locker Curse."
"Yes." Draco smiled. "And everyone thought I went back to my room because I was embarrassed. Which, I guess, I was. But you know about that too. Came so hard I thought I would pass out." Draco was so hard now that just talking about it make his body shudder.
Harry hissed through his teeth and thought about all the other times he'd fought with Draco. Had he really reduced him to that state every time? Harry gasped and moaned. "Fuck! Draco, please!" He was so hard it hurt.
"I'm right here, Harry," Draco drawled, "spread, open and waiting. Get yourself out of it and you can do whatever you want."
Harry gasped again and shook, he was so frustrated. He closed his eyes, focusing his magic and trying to put everything he had into getting out of the ropes.
Draco was gasping too, feeling Harry's magic flaring and anticipating what the lion would do when freed.
Harry could feel a little something happening, but that small tingle at his hands, where the ropes were, stopped and he growled. He tried picturing what he would do with Draco if he got out of here. Fucking him hard seemed a very good idea. That thought made that spark return again. He thought of Draco telling him to thrust harder, telling him to move faster, to fuck him good and deeper and then finally, Harry was free, the ropes having disappeared. He flung himself forward, crushing his and Draco's mouths together, humping against him erratically.
Harry's magic flared bright and then he pounced. His mouth hot and rough against Draco's as Harry's cock slid against the blond's hands on his own cock. Draco quickly pulled his silver finger out of himself and reached for Harry's erection, positioning it so that Harry's next thrust would enter him.
When Harry thrust again, he felt himself suddenly sheathed in tight heat and screamed with pleasure, thrusting more wildly than ever. He gripped the chair's arms, using them to help build up momentum for his thrusts.
Draco cried out as Harry's thick shaft filled him, magic spreading out in hot waves up his spine. He was so close that he knew he would come soon. "Yes, fuck me, please," he begged. "Fill me!"
Harry knew he wasn't going to last. He'd known it the second he'd gotten out of the ropes. "Fucking you!" he cried. "Fuck-ing you!" And then he came, screaming and crying and gasping Draco's name.
Draco was coming too, hot liquid coating his hand and belly as he felt Harry fill him with his own seed and magic. He threw his head back, shouting wordlessly as Harry buried himself inside him.
Harry dropped his head to Draco's shoulder, panting and feeling like his orgasm had been ripped from him. "Holy ... shit," he said between breaths.
"Mmm," Draco hummed happily, laying spread and covered by Harry. Nothing felt better. He loved this man who could be so gentle one minute and fierce the next. Harry made him feel a sense of peace and wholeness.
Harry continued to try and take deeps breaths, smiling satedly. He kissed Draco's skin and stayed pressed into him, but he knew he would have to move soon.
"Perfect," Draco said, sighing. Harry's body pressing him into the chair felt good and he chuckled at the fluttering feeling of that new magical energy in Harry's belly.
Harry lifted his head and moved close to Draco's face, still smiling. He kissed him gently in agreement. "Very perfect," he breathed into his mouth.
Draco kissed him back, letting his agreement show with lips and tongue instead of talking.
Harry laughed a little bit and then pulled back, licking at Draco's lips one last time before pulling out of him slowly and getting shakily to his feet.
Draco still lay spread with legs over the arms of the chair. He smirked up at Harry, feeling gloriously fucked.
"I wish I could take a photo of you like that," said Harry licking his lips. "You have no idea what you look like."
Draco smirked. "You will have to show me sometime - what you look like doing this."
Harry gave Draco a coy smile. "I might just have to take you up on that offer," he said, leaning against the bed and still looking down at Draco.
"You looked amazing tied to the bed post, too." Draco smirked again.
Harry laughed. "Perhaps we'll just switch completely the next time," he said. "You knew how hard that would make me, didn't you?" he asked.
The blond raised an eyebrow. "Which part? Being tied? Playing with myself? Or the telling you about getting off on your magic?" Draco asked. His grin made it clear he was pleased.
Harry smiled widely and shook his head, feeling a little tingle in his groin, but nothing actually happened. He fell to the bed on his back, hands on his stomach as he stared happily up at the canopy.
Draco pulled his legs down from the arms of the chair and then pushed himself up to a sitting position, smiling smugly at Harry.
Chapter Title: Real Estate
Words: 3906 Words
The offices were discreetly opulent in the financial district of London. The glass on the door was lettered in gold, "Ebenezer Wyndham III, Solicitor." Draco opened the door and held it for Harry.
Harry, who had insisted on coming with Draco for this, walked through the open door and looked around, feeling a little out of place with his messy hair and nice, but simple clothes.
Draco was dressed in his usual expensive but casual robes. The receptionist, a youngish blonde witch smiled up at them. "Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter," she said, "Mr. Wyndham is expecting you.
Harry gave her a small smile and nodded, looking to Draco to follow him.
"Can I get you two gentlemen some tea?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, thank you," Draco said.
She then showed them into a large office done in dark woods and other old world style furnishings. The man behind the desk was an older wizard of indeterminate age and gaunt in appearance. He had the remnants of curly hair, gone grey and was dressed in impeccably clean and pressed black robes.
He rose to greet them, coming out from behind the desk and holding out a hand to Draco. "Mr. Malfoy," he said with a smile, "I am so glad to see you."
Draco nodded, shaking his hand and then gesturing to Harry. "And this is my husband, Harry ...."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Potter," Mr. Wyndham said, reaching to shake his hand. "I've heard much about you. And I want to congratulate the two of you on your nuptials. Please sit and be comfortable."
Harry gave a small smile to the man and shook his hand. "Thank you," he said, taking the offered seat.
"So, what can I do for you two today?" Mr. Wyndham asked. There was a knock on the door and his assistant brought a tray in with tea service and poured all three men some tea. Once they were settled, she left and Draco turned to the solicitor.
"We have a friend who has taken on a great burden with the Ministry on our behalf and we don't wish her to suffer for it," Draco said calmly.
"Ah, the fracas with the escaped prisoners?" Mr. Wyndham smiled knowingly. He had surprisingly kind brown eyes.
"Yes. She intends to explain what happened and how we were unaware of the risks involved," he said. "We would like to see her interests protected in this matter."
Harry nodded. "Yes. She's a very good friend and she's a close family member of Draco's. I really wouldn't want to see her sent to Azkaban for something that is my fault."
"Will she accept our representation in this matter?" the solicitor asked.
"Yes, but our contribution in this matter must remain discreet," Draco said. "And we will put up any bonds necessary."
"Yes, yes, of course," Wyndham said, quill scratching on parchment. "I will need to meet with her as soon as possible."
Harry nodded. "We'll tell her to contact you as soon as we're in contact with her ourselves."
"Mr. Malfoy, did you wish to discuss your holdings at this time?" the solicitor asked.
"It might be good to update me on the estates," Draco said. "I know we have a townhouse here in London and the chateau in Provence."
"And the island in Scotland," Mr. Wyndham said.
Draco looked up sharply. "I see," he said. "When was that acquired?"
"Ah, that would be in 1995," the solicitor said, smiling.
Draco was quiet a minute. "I would like a report on the changes in the Malfoy accounts over the last four years. With particular attention to large expenditures or property purchases," he said.
"Of course, Mr. Malfoy," Wyndham said. "May I have them delivered to your residence?"
"Send an owl when they are ready and I will have one of my elves collect them," Draco said. The blond got up and the solicitor rose with him, walking them to the door.
Harry followed closely behind Draco, his eyes slightly wide at the news that Draco owned an entire island. Exactly how much money did he have, Harry wondered.
Draco was tense and nervous as they made their way out of the building.
Harry was too, but then again, he always was when they weren't at home. "Let's hurry up and get back, yeah?" he said, not being able to stop himself from looking from side to side.
Draco pulled them into alcove and Apparated them home. "Leakey!" Draco yelled, pulling off his heavy outer robes. The elf appeared. "Where are Hermione and Ron?" he asked quickly.
Harry raised alarmed eyebrows at Draco as he took off his own robes, frowning.
"They be in their rooms, Sir," said the elf. "Should I be getting them, Master Draco?"
"Yes, immediately," Draco said. "Tell them to meet us in the downstairs library." He handed Harry's and his outer robes to the elf and headed for the library.
"Draco, what is it?" Harry asked as he followed behind, taking a few running steps to catch up.
Draco turned and kissed him, pulling him close and tight. Then grinned. "Just wait until they join us," he said.
Harry raised his eyebrows again, but didn't say anything else.
When they got to the library, Ron and Hermione were already there, looking anxious.
"Leakey said you wanted us?" asked Hermione, taking a few steps towards Harry and Draco when they entered.
Draco was pacing. "Nothing is wrong," he said, "but I learned something today."
Ron and Hermione both let out quiet sighs of relief.
"What?" asked Ron.
Harry was waiting to hear what Draco had to say as well, and was trying to think back to what exactly Draco could have learned - they had done nothing but go to the lawyer's office.
"We arranged for the Malfoy family solicitor to represent Tonks," Draco said, "then he told me something about my family's estates that I didn't know." He was shaking and he took a deep breath. "My father bought an island in Scotland in 1995," he said, looking at them.
Hermione looked at Draco with quiet interest, but nothing more than that.
Ron looked impressed. "Damn," he said. "How much money do you have?"
Harry had been expecting some fairly large piece of information, but he raised a questioning eyebrow.
Draco groaned. "This isn't about how much bloody money I have!" he shouted. "What else happened in 1995?"
"Our fourth year," said Hermione.
"Triwizard Tournament. Voldemort returned to his body," said Harry.
"And Father to his service," Draco said.
Harry's eyes widened. "You don't think ...." he said.
"I think he bought an island for his Master," Draco said, "which means we know the location of their headquarters."
"You think that's where they're located?" asked Hermione, eyes wide as Harry's.
"Yes, I do," Draco said. "And I am planning to audit the financial records of my family and see what other information we might find. Someone has been paying for the Dark Lord's war. Property costs money. I believe Father was financing him."
"There's bound to be strong protections," said Harry, his heart beating quickly with the news. "It's probably unplottable, but we don't know yet for sure." He paused, thinking and biting his lip. He smiled. "Draco, you're a genius." He wrapped arms around Draco's neck, kissing him.
Draco basked in Harry's praise, kissing him back passionately. He never tired of Harry calling him that or of his affection.
When Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, Hermione gave a little cough, reminding them that she and Ron were still in the room.
Harry sighed and pulled back, still smiling and not removing his arms from Draco's neck.
Draco grinned down at him, loving the way those green eyes made him feel like the centre of the universe.
"So ... should we tell someone?" asked Hermione, still clearly trying to get their attention.
"Draco probably wants to sort through the rest of the financial stuff before that, right?" said Harry.
The blond's attention was on Harry's face - his eyes, his lips - so it took him a minute to register what he actually said. "Oh, yes," he said, "and I don't think we should tell anyone outside the Order. We don't want them to know we know."
"Of course," said Hermione, but then she rolled her eyes and shook her head when neither Harry nor Draco looked at her.
"No, we don't want them to know," Harry said quietly, pressing closer to Draco.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, attention completely on the feel of Harry against him.
"See you guys in a bit," Harry said to Ron and Hermione, still not looking at them as he slid his hands down Draco's arms and took both Draco's hands in his own, walking backwards out the door and smiling at him as he pulled him along.
Draco raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word or break eye contact with Harry, following him wherever he led.
Harry was still grinning and pulling Draco along playfully, loving the look in those grey eyes. He stopped for a moment and closed the distance between them, brushing his lips against Draco's and then pulling back again, their hands still joined. He started to walk backwards again, carefully making his way up to their room this way, stopping for more of those teasing kisses that lingered more and more each time.
Draco's heart was racing by the time they made their slow progress through the Manor, kissing along the way. He panted a bit and whimpered each time Harry broke the increasingly hot kisses.
When they finally reached the door to their suite, Harry leaned up against the wall beside the door and pulled Draco to him, still holding his hands. He let them go to grab the front of Draco's shirt and clutch lightly, bringing their faces centimetres apart. He moved his lips so close to Draco's that he could feel them without touching them. He looked at those soft, pink lips through half-lidded eyes, just standing there like that, his heart racing.
Draco whimpered again, the feeling of Harry so close but not yet doing anything to him was hot but frustrating. He licked his lips, waiting for Harry to make his move.
Harry breathed against Draco's mouth, still staring at it. He finally pressed his lips to Draco's and kissed him as softly and slowly as he could, his hands gripping Draco's shirt only a little tighter now.
Draco brought his hands up, sliding around Harry's waist and up his back, pulling him tight. He opened his mouth, allowing Harry to set the pace and revelling in the delight of his lover's lips and tongue.
Harry moved one hand down and carefully moved it up and under the cloth to allow that hand access to the skin of Draco's stomach. Gentle fingers found their way to the thin, soft line of fair hair that trailed from Draco's navel downward, playing over it and tracing it.
Draco trembled as Harry's hand touched his skin. "Yes," he hissed.
Harry smiled at Draco's reaction and moved his hand up, pushing the shirt up with it and letting it rest over Draco's heart, rubbing the skin there and feeling the soft pulse. "You know this? This right here?" He rubbed a tiny bit harder at the skin to indicate what he was talking about. "There is nothing more important to me in the world," he whispered, his lips brushing Draco's as he spoke to him.
"I am yours," Draco whispered, eyes half closed as he breathed in his lover's breath. "Completely yours."
"You're more than that," Harry whispered. "You're my life." He kissed him slowly. "I love you." Another kiss. "I never thought those words could mean so much. They almost feel inadequate. There are no words to describe how I feel about you."
"You do pretty well with words." Draco smiled, then slid his hands down to cup Harry's arse. "And even better with your actions."
Harry smiled and kissed Draco again. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, the hand that wasn't resting against Draco's heart sliding down to cup his crotch. "I want to be with you," he said. "I don't care how. I just want you."
Draco moaned again when Harry's hand stroked his erection through his trousers. "Yes, in the hall or in our room?" he whispered.
Harry chuckled. "Whatever tickles your fancy, love," he said, amusement, lust, happiness and love all wrapped up in his eyes.
Draco led his lover by the hand into their suite, and then used his wand to strip them both. His heart sped up even more at the sight of Harry naked. How was it possible that no matter how many times he saw him like this, it always turned him on? He pressed Harry against the bed post and rubbed himself against him, bending his head to lick and nip at his lover's slightly rough jaw line.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, rubbing against Draco in turn, running eager hands over his back and tilting his head to the side.
"You are so fucking gorgeous, I can never get enough of you," Draco practically growled, his arms encircling Harry as he pressed him against the pillar of the bed.
Harry gasped. "I hope you never do," he said, having to fight to keep his eyes from closing.
"Never," Draco said, mind filled with the images of all the times they had fucked and all the memories of Harry he had from the years of watching him. "Put your hands above your head," he whispered.
Harry bit his lip and tried to put on the sexiest face he could before slowly lifting his arms, watching Draco.
Draco grinned, lifting his wand and casting the Rope Spell again. He watched Harry's face intently when he was bound to the post.
Harry's cock jumped as he was tied up. He should have known Draco was going to this and now that he did know, it excited him just as much as the other times. He stood still and waited, wondering what Draco was going to do to him.
"Harry Potter, at my mercy," Draco whispered, backing away and looking at the amazing sight. He reached casually down and stroked his own cock, watching Harry.
Harry growled and groaned at Draco. "Fucking tease," he said, his own cock straining and throbbing.
"Yes," Draco grinned wickedly, "I think I like teasing you. In fact, I have always gotten off on teasing you."
Harry took a deep breath and hoped that Draco wasn't about to do what he thought he was about to do, but he strangely wanted him to do it as well. "Please, Draco, fuck," he moaned, just the mere mention of Draco always having gotten off on him making his cock harden further.
Draco Summoned a chair and sat down, putting his legs over each arm of the chair so that he was spread before Harry. He watched Harry as he returned to stroking his own cock. "Yes, I used to imagine you while I played with myself this way." He smiled.
"Oh, fucking hell," Harry gasped, going weak in the knees. He was pretty sure this was going to kill him. "Draco, please."
Draco cast the Lube Spell and began to really stroke himself, the oil making his balls and cock glisten in the candlelight. "Yes?" Draco asked in a pleased purr.
"Please do something to me," Harry whined, his eyes locked on Draco's hand, despite the fact that that felt even more like torture.
"Now, I have watched you wank in the past," Draco drawled. "Don't you want to watch me?"
Harry groaned. Draco had to know what saying that was doing to him - he had to. He tried getting his hands loose, but of course, that didn't work.
"So I told you that I did this to myself in the Room of Requirement," Draco said in a conversational tone, reaching his silver hand down to cup his own balls, while his other hand slid up his cock, fingers twisting over the head and then back down the shaft.
Harry was panting now and his heart pounding. "Yes," he hissed, glaring at Draco's hand on his cock as if it were not doing its rightful job - between Harry's legs.
"Can you picture it, Harry?" Draco asked, his voice thick with arousal. "Can you see me lying back on that couch thinking of you while I did this to myself?"
Harry moaned and clenched his teeth, trying to thrust against the air in vain, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-come.
"I wonder how many times I came thinking about you," Draco said, sliding silver fingers below his balls until he reached his opening. He ran a smooth finger around his entrance, panting now as his hand slid up and down his shaft. "At least once a day for six years?"
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, wondering if he could come without Draco touching him at all. He could see everything the blond was saying in his mind's eye, even with his real eyes open.
"Did I tell you that your magic turns me on?" Draco said, shuddering a bit at his own memories and pressing a silver finger into himself.
Harry didn't know if he could manage a coherent answer, so he shook his head no, beginning to sweat. Merlin, if that was true - Harry suddenly had some things in mind to try another day.
"Every touch of your magic is like like the touch of your skin," Draco said, panting now. "Think about every time we ever fought, Harry. Tell me a time when you used magic on me, before the day I kissed you."
Harry closed his eyes, panting and trying to remember. There were so many times they had hexed each other. He tried to make his brain work and think of a time. "Fifth year," he gasped. "After Potions. You tripped Ron, and I hit you with a Leg-Locker Curse."
"Yes." Draco smiled. "And everyone thought I went back to my room because I was embarrassed. Which, I guess, I was. But you know about that too. Came so hard I thought I would pass out." Draco was so hard now that just talking about it make his body shudder.
Harry hissed through his teeth and thought about all the other times he'd fought with Draco. Had he really reduced him to that state every time? Harry gasped and moaned. "Fuck! Draco, please!" He was so hard it hurt.
"I'm right here, Harry," Draco drawled, "spread, open and waiting. Get yourself out of it and you can do whatever you want."
Harry gasped again and shook, he was so frustrated. He closed his eyes, focusing his magic and trying to put everything he had into getting out of the ropes.
Draco was gasping too, feeling Harry's magic flaring and anticipating what the lion would do when freed.
Harry could feel a little something happening, but that small tingle at his hands, where the ropes were, stopped and he growled. He tried picturing what he would do with Draco if he got out of here. Fucking him hard seemed a very good idea. That thought made that spark return again. He thought of Draco telling him to thrust harder, telling him to move faster, to fuck him good and deeper and then finally, Harry was free, the ropes having disappeared. He flung himself forward, crushing his and Draco's mouths together, humping against him erratically.
Harry's magic flared bright and then he pounced. His mouth hot and rough against Draco's as Harry's cock slid against the blond's hands on his own cock. Draco quickly pulled his silver finger out of himself and reached for Harry's erection, positioning it so that Harry's next thrust would enter him.
When Harry thrust again, he felt himself suddenly sheathed in tight heat and screamed with pleasure, thrusting more wildly than ever. He gripped the chair's arms, using them to help build up momentum for his thrusts.
Draco cried out as Harry's thick shaft filled him, magic spreading out in hot waves up his spine. He was so close that he knew he would come soon. "Yes, fuck me, please," he begged. "Fill me!"
Harry knew he wasn't going to last. He'd known it the second he'd gotten out of the ropes. "Fucking you!" he cried. "Fuck-ing you!" And then he came, screaming and crying and gasping Draco's name.
Draco was coming too, hot liquid coating his hand and belly as he felt Harry fill him with his own seed and magic. He threw his head back, shouting wordlessly as Harry buried himself inside him.
Harry dropped his head to Draco's shoulder, panting and feeling like his orgasm had been ripped from him. "Holy ... shit," he said between breaths.
"Mmm," Draco hummed happily, laying spread and covered by Harry. Nothing felt better. He loved this man who could be so gentle one minute and fierce the next. Harry made him feel a sense of peace and wholeness.
Harry continued to try and take deeps breaths, smiling satedly. He kissed Draco's skin and stayed pressed into him, but he knew he would have to move soon.
"Perfect," Draco said, sighing. Harry's body pressing him into the chair felt good and he chuckled at the fluttering feeling of that new magical energy in Harry's belly.
Harry lifted his head and moved close to Draco's face, still smiling. He kissed him gently in agreement. "Very perfect," he breathed into his mouth.
Draco kissed him back, letting his agreement show with lips and tongue instead of talking.
Harry laughed a little bit and then pulled back, licking at Draco's lips one last time before pulling out of him slowly and getting shakily to his feet.
Draco still lay spread with legs over the arms of the chair. He smirked up at Harry, feeling gloriously fucked.
"I wish I could take a photo of you like that," said Harry licking his lips. "You have no idea what you look like."
Draco smirked. "You will have to show me sometime - what you look like doing this."
Harry gave Draco a coy smile. "I might just have to take you up on that offer," he said, leaning against the bed and still looking down at Draco.
"You looked amazing tied to the bed post, too." Draco smirked again.
Harry laughed. "Perhaps we'll just switch completely the next time," he said. "You knew how hard that would make me, didn't you?" he asked.
The blond raised an eyebrow. "Which part? Being tied? Playing with myself? Or the telling you about getting off on your magic?" Draco asked. His grin made it clear he was pleased.
Harry smiled widely and shook his head, feeling a little tingle in his groin, but nothing actually happened. He fell to the bed on his back, hands on his stomach as he stared happily up at the canopy.
Draco pulled his legs down from the arms of the chair and then pushed himself up to a sitting position, smiling smugly at Harry.