Secondhand Robes: Epilogue

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write…are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.


Secondhand Robes: The Epilogue (part 5)


Hermione had actually begun to worry. Harry had left Saturday evening for his date, and hadn’t been seen or heard from since. She’d looked for him at breakfast, and again at lunch, and the first faint sense of serious worry came when dinner was over and Harry STILL hadn’t been seen or heard from.

She’d broken down and confessed her fears to Ron, who promptly fetched the Marauder’s Map in hopes of setting their minds at ease. Ease was not quite what they got.

In a room on the seventh floor, ostensibly the Room Of Requirement, the dots for Harry and Draco were so close together as to be nearly indistinguishable, and there was no doubt as to what that meant!

“Merlin’s sake, ‘Mione! Look at ’em! It’s been like twenty hours since he left…they can’t possibly still be at it after this long. Maybe they’re just chatting.” Ron clung to his sanity while the tiny movements of the two dots clearly displayed otherwise.

Hermione rolled up the Map and handed it to Ron with the pained look of someone who wasn’t sure if they’d done a good deed, or made a pact with the devil.

“Oh, no…they’re still at it. Maybe I shouldn’t have given Draco those books. If they were this randy to start with, they probably didn’t need quite that much encouragement. I hope they took breaks for food and water. They could get dehydrated going at it like that!” Hermione’s concerns were sincere, but Ron snorted derision.

“Get real! Only you would worry about dehydration when they’ve been shagging like little gay bunnies for the entire last day. I think that’s the last thing on their mind. Besides, if they ‘require’ anything, the Room will take care of it. Too bad nothing created by the Room can exist outside of it. They’ll probably need canes if they wanna walk back to their dorms!”

Hermione punched Ron on the shoulder…hard.

“Owww! Easy, love. It’s not like I’m not happy for them!” Ron rubbed the already forming bruise tenderly.

“Just be nice to Harry when he gets back. I don’t want him to feel like he can’t talk to us!” Hermione scowled as seriously as she could.

“Talk to us…hell, he’ll be lucky if he can walk to us!”

It became necessary for Ron to flee the common room almost immediately after that comment.

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Harry staggered into the Gryffindor common room late Sunday evening. The smile on his face and the hesitant stiffness in his walk spoke volumes to those who saw him return. Hermione waved hello from the common room’s couch and smiled invitingly, hoping that Harry had good news to share, and his slightly dazed and ‘just shagged’ appearance supported that hope more than adequately.

Harry grinned widely when he saw Hermione, and he sauntered over to her in relaxed fashion. There was a confidence in his step that seemed unfamiliar, and a cool and reserved demeanor that she couldn’t recall Harry ever showing before.

“Safe to assume everything went well?” Hermione arched an eyebrow, leaving other questions tastefully unspoken.

Harry nodded, still grinning like an idiot. “Perfect. Just perfect. Couldn’t ask for better if I tried. Oh…by the way…”

“Yes, Harry?”

“About those books…”

Hermione fidgeted nervously. “Umm…yeah…about those…you see…”

Harry grabbed her into a hug that nearly crushed her, laughing like a maniac all the while.

“Thanks! That was like the best thing you’ve ever done. EVER! ‘Mione, I can’t even tell you how much I owe you for this! Owe you or no, I have to ask…can you get those books for me this week? Pleasepleaseplease!” Harry dropped to his knees and clasped his hands, begging with puppy dog eyes that would have melted stone. Hermione crumbled.

“Okay, okay! I’ll do it! What have I unleashed? First Draco, now you. Maybe I should just copy the books and hold a class!” Despite her feigned exasperation, a part of her rejoiced at seeing Harry so happy, and she now knew that she hadn’t chosen wrong when Draco had asked for her help.

“Thanks! I knew you guys would come around eventually. Really…I missed you so much it hurt!” Harry stepped back, releasing Hermione.

Hermione sighed. “I’m glad I was wrong about Draco. I know he wants you to be happy, and I know he’d put himself through nearly anything to do it, too. Seeing you…like this…I know it’s right. You deserve to be happy, Harry. We would never want to take that away from you.”

Harry wiped away the tear forming in the corner of her eye. “Don’t be sad, ‘Mione. I know you two were just looking out for me. I wish you’d trusted me on this sooner, but it’s alright now. I’ve got to get a shower and some sleep…but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I am soooo knackered!”

“Small wonder,” Hermione rejoined with a sniffle, “Did you two even sleep last night? Don’t tell me that pompous little beast wouldn’t let you get any rest!”

“HA! The pompous little beast…is still recovering back at the Room. I didn’t let HIM sleep at all last night!” Harry strolled up the stairs with a mile wide grin on his face, enjoying Hermione’s gob smacked silence all the way.

Hermione sat back down on the couch, staring blankly at the wall for a minute.

“Sweet Merlin! What kind of monster have I created?!”

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Harry slept like an infant for the first time in years. He was as tired as he had claimed, and despite going to bed early, the morning came too soon for his tastes.

He hadn’t used a single spell to alleviate the discomfort his overworked body was feeling. He’d wanted to savor every sensation for good or ill, and remember it forever. This had seemed like a fine idea at the time, but he was questioning his judgment on the way to breakfast as he limped down the stairs, wincing at the lancing pains that ran through his thighs and groin.

It wasn’t that he was in poor shape, Quidditch had given Harry a body to be admired and abundant energy. It was that the muscles that had flexed and strained the most at the moment of orgasm just weren’t used on a daily basis, much less an hourly one.

They’d taken many breaks, and more than a few short naps, between Saturday and Sunday night, but Harry had been utterly on fire with lust from the first time he’d come. Draco had inspired a hunger in Harry that was beyond the dark haired boy’s wildest dreams, and Harry had answered by teasing, caressing and demanding everything Draco had in him to give, even waking his lover up by sliding himself onto Draco’s erection and letting Draco wake during the act!

Harry received more than a few sidelong glances from classmates that had heard rumors about Harry’s weekend plans. Most of the students that actually had shagged before, instantly recognized the look of one who had spent a weekend exhausting themselves sexually, and for once, Harry didn’t feel like blushing.

Something subtle had shifted in Harry. A few months ago, the mere topic of sex would have elicited reddened cheeks and the need to look away. Now Harry felt a fierce pride in his sexuality. He was beautiful, and young, and strong, and he had a lover who was in every way his equal, and he knew he had every right to enjoy the pleasures that only lovers could give one another.

He met the gawking glances and occasional whispers in the common room and hall…and his answer was a defiant smile, amused and indifferent. Today, no one could take away what he had, and he had every confidence that no one ever could.

Breakfast was a muted affair, but smirks and glances aside, Harry loaded his plate like a man who had been fasting for a week. He hadn’t noticed how hungry he was until he saw the food in front of him. Even Ron, who was widely believed to have a bottomless well instead of a stomach, looked in awe at the pile of food that Harry put away.

“Fucksake, Harry! That plate puts mine to shame! Did you randy bastards even stop to eat something?” Ron’s friendly grin may have been a little strained, but his tone clearly showed that he was trying to re-establish the friendly banter that had been missing for months.

Harry smiled and waggled his eyebrows. As soon as he could spare a breath between bites, he answered. “Mouth’s were too busy. Who had time to waste on food?” Then he smirked and filled his fork again.

Ron turned crimson, right to the tips of his ears. “’Kay…cool, “ he squeaked. “Next topic! How about those Cannons, eh?”

Harry looked around the room, chuckling to himself, and suddenly became aware that, with breakfast almost over, Draco still wasn’t to be seen.


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Draco woke up Monday morning, alone, in the Room of Requirement. His first moment of awareness was colored by pain. So many things hurt it was hard to sort them all out.

The second thing that struck him was Harry’s absence. Then he remembered why. Harry had left late Sunday night, while Draco had lounged, awake, amiable, and exhausted in the bed they’d shared for a night and a day.

Harry had left after copious kisses and promises for a second tryst this coming weekend…as soon as Harry got a hold of the books that Draco had been reading. Then Draco had nodded off, reveling in the scent of Harry that still clung to the sheets and pillows.

Monday. Classes. Time! “FUCK!!!” Draco bolted out of the bed, heart pounding as adrenaline washed through his system in a savage flash. ‘Gotta go…got class…got clothes…where the bloody fuck is my tie! SHITE! I’m already late for Potions! Harry Potter, you’re so dead when I catch up with you. Six years I’ve never been seen with ‘bad hair’ in this school! Trust my boyfriend to break more than one record in a weekend! Damn it!’

Draco fumbled with his clothes even as he left the Room. He was still muzzy from sleep and limping pathetically as he worked his way down the halls. He could barely walk, with pain like hot knives stabbing through his overworked inner thighs and abdominals. His face was trapped in a near perpetual wince.

‘Oh, Merlin! Please tell me it doesn’t always hurts like this. Fuck all! I have to try the other side of this! Harry was all cheery and perky and bloody insatiable…it’s not fair! I’m fucking knackered! That’s bloody it! Next week I get to bottom, and he’d bloody well better make it the night of my life! I want to see him half dead and limping all about the place!’

Draco stopped in front of a stairwell, slapped his hand against his head, and had a moment of frank self honesty.

‘Who the fuck do I think I’m kidding? One look in his eyes and I’ll be doing whatever he wants. I might as well just get over it. But I still bloody well mean to be on bottom next time! Gods, I love that adorable prat…’

Draco slowly continued his way to class, compounding his current physical sorrows with lateness…for Snape’s class. It may have been the most awe inspiring and heavenly weekend of his entire life, but the new week was already looking like pure hell.


TBC