Secrets and Promises (Abandoned Story)

Series Title: Secrets and Promises

Fandom: Harry Potter

Series Rating: NC-17

Genre: Mystery & Romance

Pairing: Draco/Harry, but also mentions of other past and other relationships as the story progresses.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy et al are a fictional characters created by J.K. Rowling as part of the Harry Potter series. We just borrow them to play. We don't make any money from it but we do have a very good time. [Beckett, Cocoa and the Malfoy Townhouse are inventions of slashpervert.]

Series Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic. In this series they find themselves investigating a serial killer and discovering they are in love with each other. It follows them as they struggle to build lives and heal their past wounds, now that the war is behind them.

Notes: This series is written based in part on the RPG Ambiguous Desire.



Chapter Number/Total: 5/?.

Chapter Title: Morning After

Chapter Authors: slashpervert, aveeno_baby and cinnamon_sins.

Beta(s): nefernat

Chapter Rating: NC-17

Words: 4580 Words

Chapter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.

Warnings: Sex, slash, language.

Summary: Harry wakes up in bed with Draco. Pansy comes looking for Draco.





Sunday, Oct. 12, 2003



Draco's arm was practically numb, with Harry still laying on it. They had turned to their side in the night and now Draco was pressed against Harry's back with the brunet facing away from him. He smiled at the messy black hair in his face. He couldn't help but nuzzle them, inhaling Harry's scent. His right hand was free and he used that to enjoy the texture of Harry's back, feeling the satiny skin and the strong muscles underneath.



Harry made a soft sound and turned over, moving closer to the warmth next to him. He yawned and blinked open his eyes before he shut them quickly, covering them with his hand. "Damn...light. Ugh, my head." He pressed his forehead against Draco's chest.



"Mmmm, if light makes you snuggle closer, maybe I should open more of the drapes?" Draco drawled, smirking at the other man. He loved the feel of Harry pressed against him and his body was definitely awake to the sensations.



Harry blinked again and looked up, gasping at the shock of blond hair. It wasn't a dream then. He swallowed, but didn't move back. "I have a headache," he whispered.



Draco kissed Harry's forehead gently, stroking his hair back from his face. He nodded. Then looked away from the bed, saying firmly, "Beckett, come here." Seconds later, the house elf appeared. "Bring me a hangover potion from the cupboard, and both coffee and tea service." The house elf starred for a moment at the brunette in his Master's bed. "Now, Beckett," Draco added and the elf disappeared.

Harry rested his forehead against Draco's chest again, breathing in deeply. He just...he shook his head, not wanting to think about it. "I hate headaches," he muttered.



A few minutes later, the elf reappeared holding a tray. Draco nudged Harry, "Sit up now so he can put the tray on the bed."



Harry pulled back, sat up in the bed and leaned against the headboard, his eyes remaining closed.



The elf placed the large bed tray on the bed. It was wide enough for two and had a little vase of flowers, a small Green and Silver china tea service with matching tea and coffee pots, a plate of rolls, a vial with the potion and a small role of parchment. "Master Draco," the elf said, "The letter came for you during the night." Draco nodded, handing the potion to Harry and pouring Harry a cup of coffee first. Then he made his own tea and opened the letter.



Harry quickly drank the potion, grimacing at the taste. He set it down and laid back again, watching Draco read the letter through half open eyes.



Draco rolled his eyes and sighed, setting the letter down. He picked up the cup of tea and took a sip of the hot sweet drink. "Drink some coffee, Harry, it will help," he said.



Harry picked up his cup and took a sip, sighing softly. He didn't know why he was acting like drinking coffee in bed naked with an equally naked Draco Malfoy was perfectly normal.



Draco smiled at Harry and couldn't help thinking how adorable the other man looked in the morning. Sipping his tea again, he set it down and reached for a breakfast roll, setting it on a plate and offering it to Harry. "Feeling any better yet?"



Harry nodded a bit and took the plate from Draco, picking up the roll. He broke it in half, looking at him. "I'm okay," he answered, placing the other half on Draco's plate for him. Draco smirked, picking up the other half of the roll and nibbling at it, watching Harry as he did so. Then he reached over and tucked a loose strange of Harry's hair behind the other man's ear.



Harry blushed slightly, taking a small bite out of his half of the roll. He could remember bits and pieces of what happened last night, including the fact that he was Draco's first. He shifted, feeling a bit sore, in both ways. But Ron...he loved him, sure, but there was something different about Draco, something that he wanted more of. He knew that was why he was still laying in bed with him instead of running out of the room. "It's really messy, right?" he asked after a moment, smiling. "And it's getting long."



"What is that, Harry?" Draco asked. He met Harry's eyes and waiting, having to remember to keep breathing.



"My hair ... you think I should cut it?" he asked, biting his lip. He always did this; talking about useless things because he didn't know what else to say.



Draco reached out and cupped Harry's chin, rubbing his thumb over Harry's lips. "I like your hair, always have. Always." He leaned forward, gently kissing Harry.



Harry kissed him back, making a small noise in the back of his throat. He wished he knew all of this before.



Draco pushed the tray away from them and leaned into Harry, bring both hands up to cup his face, deepening the kiss.



***



Pansy Apparated directly into Draco's townhouse. Silly boy...shouldn't have made that exception for her. "Draco, you prat! You better be seriously injured to be over two hours late in meeting with me. If you aren't, you’re going to be," she threatened and heading towards the stairs.



She climbed the stairs loudly. This was serious and she was angry. They were both going to get in trouble with the Ministry...and either he didn't care or something was wrong. Anger and worry...not a good combination.



"Draco!" she called out one last time, pushing open the door to his turret room on the top floor. As the door creaked out, she gasped, turning away. "Bloody hell!"



Draco startled, looking back over his shoulder from his position atop Harry. He sighed and gritted his teeth, sitting up and turning to face his soon-to-be-ex-friend. "Pansy, what are you doing in my room?"



"I think the more appropriate question is what is Potter doing in your room...under you...naked!" she exclaimed, refusing to look at Harry. This was just too disturbing. Even for her.



Harry chose that moment to slowly sink down, pulling the covers up and over his head. There. He wasn't there anymore.



Draco scowled, getting out for bed and stomping over to Pansy. "Who I have in my bed and what they are doing there is my own business, Pansy!"



"You're right. It is your business. However, besides the fact that he's not bloody single and I just did a bloody article on that fact...when I owl you telling you that both our jobs are at stake, it becomes my business. Not all of us have daddy's fortune to survive off of, Draco. Not all of us have someone to turn to for moral support. And not all of us are staying in a bloody flat that they hate," she screamed, glaring at the lump of covers that was Harry Potter. "And for Salazar's sake put some bloody clothes on. I don't want to see your dangly bits right now."



Draco blushed when he realized he had been standing fully naked in front of Pansy. He growled and stomped over to the bed, wrapping a black silk robe around his body and tying it closed. When he turned back, his face was calm again and he walked back to her. "Pansy, I understand you are upset," Draco gestured her toward the window seat. "Let's sit down and talk about this."



"Not until he leaves," she said with a scowl. "He should be getting back to his boyfriend before Weasley starts to worry about Potter's whereabouts."



Draco's face coloured bright pink and his eyes narrowed. Pansy knew this was not a good sign. It was a sign that she had pushed further than he was willing. In a cold, angry voice, Draco said, "HE is not going anywhere, Pansy! Be a bitch about this and I swear I will throw you out myself."



Harry pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, sighing. He swore he felt another headache coming on. He did have a boyfriend. He should go home just to tell Ron he was okay. But he didn't want to... He bit his lip and poked his head out, looking at the two of them. "Draco... don't do that."



Draco glanced at Harry, but then turned back to Pansy, saying, "This is my home, no one tells me who I can and can't have here. Understand me, Pansy, this is not negotiable."



Pansy's jaw clenched and she ground her teeth. "Fine, Draco. Call me a bitch. But are you willing for him to know we might both lose our jobs because of the case you're working on? And put some clothes on, Potter. I don't want to think about you in the nude so close to lunch."

"So fucking loud," he murmured, slipping back under the sheets. "You want me to get dressed, yet you don't want to see me naked. How the hell do you expect me to get dressed then, hm?" He was beginning to get aggravated and then hearing about the possibility of Draco losing his job.



Draco looked sympathetically at Harry and then frowned at Pansy. He took a big deep breath and tried to control his tone. "Pansy, again, I am sorry that you are upset. If you will go wait for me in the sitting room, I will have Beckett bring you something. I will be down in a bit."

"Why don't I just go back to my flat now that I know you're alive," she hissed. "I have to make it comfortable to live in again. Who knows how long I'll have to stay there..."



Draco raised an eyebrow and nodded, "Thank you, Pansy. I will come over later and we can talk about things. Did you say your flat? Where is Theo? Whatever it is, I am sure we can sort it out."



"Theo," she sighed. "Theo seems to find his job more important than my freedom of press. So rather than have him avoid me, I moved back into the flat." Pansy turned for the door, looking back sadly with thoughts of Theo on her mind. "Don't take too long, Draco. I've been waiting long enough and I'm not in the best mood. Goodbye, Potter. Have a nice talk with Weasley." She stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her and Apparating back to her flat with a loud crack.



Draco rested his head against the door for a minute muttering under his breath, "And she thinks she has been waiting a long time." He pushed off from the door and turned to face Harry. Walking toward the bed and allowing the silk dressing gown to fall from his shoulders, slithering to the floor as he came to stand naked in front of Harry.



Harry waited until he heard the door close before he pulled the covers down. "She's..." He took a good look at Draco, his mouth going dry. "Gone." He blushed hard and looked away, knowing it wasn't good to stare like that.



"Merlin, yes, Harry. She is gone," Draco smiled. He had reached the bed and was looking down at Harry. When the other man blushed, Draco couldn't resist any longer, climbing into bed and reaching out for Harry's face, pulling his face back to look into his eyes. He leaned forward holding Harry chin in one hand and bracing himself on the bed with the other, and gently kissed Harry.



Harry kissed him back, sighing softly. Every time he kissed him, Harry forgot everything else that was on his mind.



Deepening the kiss, Draco pushed gently forward taking Harry back down on the bed, and his body pressed into the other man. Sliding skin against skin even has his tongue explored Harry's mouth.



Harry gently nipped on Draco's tongue, moaning softly as he was pressed back into the bed. He wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him closer.



Draco began kissing Harry's chin and rubbing his face against Harry's even as he wrapped one hand in Harry's hair and the other slid down his body exploring.



Harry arched slightly, kissing Draco harder. He started to move his hands up and down Draco's back as he bit down on Draco's lip.

Kissing his way back Harry jaw, Draco licked at the other man's ear before whispering, "Did you say something about fucking yourself on my cock?" To emphasize his point, Draco rubbed against Harry, letting him feel just how hard the thought made him.



Harry shuddered, nodding quickly. "I...I remember.." He bit his lip and thrust up against him.



Draco groaned at the feel of Harry bucking against him. He brought his face up, looking into Harry's eyes. "Do you really," one eyebrow lifted, Draco asked. "After the hangover this morning, I thought you might claim you were drunk and didn't remember anything."



"I don't remember everything exactly. Bit and pieces," he replied, looking back at him. "I definitely remember that, though." He leaned up and kissed him lightly.



Draco sat up, straddling Harry. He looked appraisingly down at Harry. He reached for Harry's right hand, kissed it and lay it on his chest. "You remember this?" he asked as he moved Harry's hand down the centre of his chest, along that long straight line.



Harry curved his finger as Draco's moved it down, gently scratching the raised skin. "I remember..."



"Ahhh," Draco sighed, arching his back and rubbing his ass astride Harry's hips. He reached down, with his left hand running his fingers over Harry's chest, lightly scratching across muscle and then across each nipple.



Harry gasped softly as he looked up at Draco. He pressed the pad of his thumb against his scar and rubbed it a bit harder, watching Draco's expression.



Draco gasped and closed his eyes, his hands grasping Harry's chest and his legs clenching around the other man's hips.



Harry let his hand fall away, just looking up at Draco. "We never did do it..."



Draco looked back down at Harry, raising an eyebrow, "We did a lot, what is it we didn't do?"



Harry sat up, looking down for a moment before he leaned forward and whispered hotly into Draco's ear, "Me fucking myself on your cock."



Draco grinned, "Oh, yesss!" He grabbed Harry's face with both hands, kissing him fiercely.



Harry wrapped his arms around Draco before he turned, flipping them over. He pressed Draco into the bed and kissed him harder before he sat up, smirking at him. "Had to fix our position," he stated.



Draco nodded, his eyes widened and his heart beating fast. He smiled up into those sparkling green eyes. He ran his hands down Harry's chest and over his thighs teasing.



Harry smiled down at him, wrapping his hand around Draco's cock. "So hard already," he whispered, stroking him teasingly.



"Yes," Draco whispered, "For you, yes." His hands on Harry's thighs gripped tightly and he looked up hungrily at his lover.



"You're so hot like this," he said softly, biting his lip. He stopped stroking and whispered the spell before he wrapped his hand around Draco's cock again, lubing him up. When he was done, he reached back and spread a bit over his entrance, moaning softly.



Draco moaned at the feel of Harry's lubed hand on him. He reached up coating his own palm with some of the lube and taking Harry's cock in his hand.



Harry moaned loudly, but pushed Draco's hand away, breathing hard. "I want to last…" he whispered, getting up on his knees and positioning himself over Draco's cock.



Draco nodded, throwing his hands over his head and gripping the headboard. He felt both vulnerable and safe, under Harry. It was like nothing he had every experienced. He watched, his eyes narrowed and intense as Harry positioned himself.



Harry started to sit down, the head of Draco's cock pressing against his entrance before it slowly pushed inside. He bit his lip hard at the pain, but continued to move down, hand gripping the sheets.



"Gods, Harry!" Draco gasped. "You feel amazing!" Draco's hands gripped the headboard and his feet were stretched taunt as he held himself still as Harry slowly pushed him inside.



Harry groaned as he sat down all the way, moving his hands onto Draco's chest. He dug his nails into the skin and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get used to the feeling.



"Are you ...? Does it hurt?" Draco asked, watching Harry intently. "You look so beautiful"



Harry managed to blush harder, opening his eyes just a bit. "No, you look beautiful," he whispered, running a hand down his chest.

Arching into the other man's hand, Draco whispered, "Harry, gods."



"I'm okay," he said, rising up slightly then sitting back down. "Feels … good…"



"Gods, Harry! Please, fuck me," Draco cried out, trembling.



Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco, his hips started to rise and fall in a steady rhythm.



Draco began to move with his lover, meeting his down stroke with his own upward thrust and still gripping the headboard to give him leverage. He met Harry's kiss passionately, his tongue thrusting with his body.



Harry whimpered, starting to rise and fall faster. If there was one thing he loved about this position, it was that the penetration itself was so deep. Almost on every thrust he could feel the tip of Draco's cock against the spot. He knew he wasn't going to last long.



It felt to Draco as if his world had narrowed to the feeling of himself inside of Harry; the tight heat, the amazing friction and the feel of Harry's weight coming down to meet him with every thrust. And then the world exploded, the fire starting in his cock and rippling out through the rest of this body, tearing a scream from him as he arched up into Harry.



Harry sat back when Draco arched, slowing down the movement of his hips. He wrapped a hand around his cock and started to stroke himself, gently clenching around Draco. He came a few strokes later, groaning then going still, breathing hard.



Draco was still shuddering and gasping, watching his lover as Harry came. He reached for him then, pulling him down against him, wrapping his fingers in Harry's hair and kissing him with the intensity of what he was feeling.



Harry slowly kissed him back, sighing softly. He was so comfortable that he didn't even want to move, but he knew that if they stayed like this, they'd end up doing it all over again. Harry didn't want Parkinson to be even angrier at Draco.



Draco's held Harry tight against him, stroking his dark hair and sighing contentedly. He couldn't remember ever feeling this peaceful.

Harry shifted, letting Draco's cock slip out of him. He didn't move completely off him though, burying his face in Draco's neck and breathing in deeply. He was falling asleep before he even knew it.



***



At first, Draco thought he was having a nightmare - the sound of Pansy's shouting filling his ears. At the second repetition of "fucking Potter," his eyes popped open. He was aware of the man in question was lying atop him still, his face pressed against his neck.



As Pansy's voice stopped ranting Draco turned his head toward the side of the bed the sound had emanated from to find Beckett standing there, his wide eyes regarding the bed and a silver receiving tray in hand. The tray was laden with parchment, the top one red and open.



"What the bloody hell now?" Draco cursed.



Harry groaned softly at the sound assaulting his ears. It was so peaceful. He blinked open his eyes, turning his head in the same direction as Draco's. He heard most of the letter, but he thought it was a dream, but now that it was really there, and loud, too, Harry bit his lip. He probably overstayed his welcome by now. "Draco," he whispered, shifting to sit up slowly.



Draco sighed, laying his head back against the pillow and turning his face to Harry. "Sorry about Pansy," he grimaced, "She's usually not this bad." With one arm still around Harry, he brought the other up to run his fingers through the mess of Harry's hair.



"It's okay..." He stayed like that for a moment, sighing as Draco ran a hand through his hair. As much as he wanted to stay, he felt that he probably shouldn’t. "Draco...I should go."



Draco tensed, unconsciously tightening his arm around Harry. "I know I need to talk with Pansy. And you probably need to talk to..." Draco hesitated. “Your roommate." Draco sighed, "I don't want you to go."



"I don't want to go either," he whispered. "But the longer we hold it off..."



Draco shook his head, "the longer we have to be together?" He looked into Harry's eyes, trying to read what he saw there. "So what happens next? I have to know. I can't go back to the way things were."



Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts. "It won't go back to the way things were, Draco." He blushed, sitting up, and looking down at him. "I don't want it to." he brushed his fingers over Draco's cheek, smiling slightly. "You and I... I want something."



Draco felt a frisson of pleasure in his chest when Harry spoke. He really didn't understand the emotions running through him right now. But Harry had always had a powerful effect on his emotions. He sat up too, pulling Harry against him and kissing him gently, lingeringly. As he pulled back, he looked again in to Harry's green eyes, "I want you."



Draco glanced sideways at the still waiting, still starring house elf. He sighed, "Beckett, set the tray on the side table, take away the old breakfast tray and bring us more tea and coffee." The house elf nodded, set the tray down and disappeared.



"I need to get dressed and go see what has Pansy in such an uproar." He grinned, raising an eyebrow, "Besides us that is. You could stay if you like. Be waiting when I get back?"



Harry nodded, smiling again. "I'll be here. Don't take too long, I guess. He's out of the country right now...so I don't have to go now." He relaxed in Draco's lap, shifting and wrapping his legs around his waist. "I'm hungry though."



Warmth spread through Draco when Harry said he would be there. He grinned, looking happily at him.



At that moment, Beckett reappeared, holding another tray with coffee and tea. Draco looked up at the house elf. "Ah, Beckett. This," he nodded at the man in his lap, "is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Beckett." The house elf's eyes widened even more and he nodded back. "Beckett, from now on you will get Harry whatever he wants in this house. Understand?" The house elf frowned, seeming to think about the order. Then he gave one slow nod. Draco ignored his hesitation, "Good, put the service on the table by the window seat."



Harry blushed, pulling at the covers so that they were over their hips. "Hello, Beckett," he said, smiling at him. "It's nice to meet you."



Beckett put the serving tray on a round table in the centre of the half circle of the large window seat. He turned back toward the bed when Harry spoke to him and gave a brief nod.



"Beckett doesn't talk much," Draco said to Harry. Smiling he added, "And I think you gave him a fright last night." Beckett came back to stand in front of the bed. Draco said to the elf, "Beckett, bring Harry and I some food. Something quick though, since I have to go see Ms. Parkinson." The elf disappeared.



Draco kissed Harry again. He couldn't seem to stop doing that. "I am going to get dressed now." Draco smiled as he looked down at Harry. "But that would probably be easier to do if your legs weren't wrapped around me. Not that that bothers me, you see..."



"How did I give him a fright?" Harry asked, slipping off of his lap and sitting down next to Draco.



Draco's face turned a bit pink again and he gave Harry a quick kiss before climbing out of the bed. "Um, don't you remember him trying to come to my rescue last night?" Draco picked up his wand and did a quick cleaning spell on himself. "Oh, there is a bath though there," Draco gestured toward a doorway.



Harry thought hard. "Oh!" He blushed, grinning shyly. "I remember..." He glanced at the door. "Wish you could take it with me," he whispered, shifting on the bed. "I'm all sticky.."



Draco's breath caught at the image of Harry in a bath, with him and his heart sped up. "Um, me too." Draco grinned and walked over to sit in the window seat. He patted the seat next to him and began pouring tea and coffee for the two of them. The windows were wide open, the colours of the setting sun lighting the sky behind him. "If you wait for the bath, I will when I get back."



Harry glanced at the wide-open window, then at the coffee. He smirked and got out of the bed, stretching before he started to walk over to where Draco sat. "I'll use a cleaning charm," he answered, sitting down and picking up his cup. "And wait for you."



"Good," Draco handed him his coffee and leaned back. He waved his wand, saying quietly, "Accio casual black and green." A set of clothes flew from his closet landed on the window seat on the other side from Harry. Draco stood, stretching his long lean muscular form and then picked up his pants and began dressing.



Harry watched him, sipping at his coffee. He didn't even want to think about explaining all of this to Ron now. It was just too good.



Draco pulled the black silk trousers over his hips and reached for the button down green cotton short-sleeved shirt. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and began buttoning the shirt. As he did so, he held Harry's gaze, smiling in a way that let the other man know he was thinking about Harry touching him.



"You're going to tell me everything, right? Like what she meant by there being a possibility of you both losing your jobs ... you know I won't let that happen. You're the best partner I've had in a long time." He took a long sip of his coffee again, biting his lip.



Draco smiled, tucking his shit into his pants. "I will tell you when I know. Most likely it is Pansy over-reacting to something." He bent over and kissed Harry, then leaning in close, added, "Your partner, yes; your best partner, Harry. Remember that."



Harry nodded slowly. "Of course I'll remember that." He smiled, leaning back in the seat again. "Good luck...I really hope it isn't anything too bad."



Draco slipped his socks on and then stepped into his shoes. A small dressing charm tied the laces neat and he leaned over, bracing one hand on the back of the window seat rest and kissed Harry again. "Soon," he smiled, giving Harry's lip a quick lick before standing and Apparating away.