Lying is the most fun

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Author's Note~ Finally finished!! Many thanks to all the readers and an even more special thanks to Graballz. She wrote the lemon for me because I was having writer's block in that area... I can picture it just fine, but putting it into words was just too much....

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They walked into the library together. Harry watched as Draco pretended to examine a pretty vase sitting on one of the various tables in the room. He knew Draco was trying to stall for time.

“Talk before I go upstairs to my room.” Harry finally said sharply and Draco sat the vase down with a sigh. He looked up at Harry

“Obviously you know the truth. I didn’t cheat… but I did lie.” He said with an honesty that frankly surprised Harry

Usually, Draco’s attempts for forgiveness consisted of what Harry called the 3D method. Deny, Distract and Downplay. He would deny he did or said whatever Harry had been upset about, then distract him. When that was done he would downplay his transgression until Harry agreed that it hadn’t been that big of a deal and forgave him.

Harry sighed inwardly. No doubt Draco was trying to throw him off track and it was working. He sat down on the couch and watched as Draco stood up and began to pace. He rarely saw Draco lose his façade of composure so publicly and he knew that Draco was very upset.

“I know I lied… but I couldn’t help it. If you thought I needed help then you would have dropped everything to help me and wouldn’t have admitted to your own problems to me. I may be a Slytherin but I love you more than anything and I couldn’t sit back and watch you worry about my problems when you have your own. Just because I have problems doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about them and I know you wouldn’t.” Draco finally said in a rush.

Harry didn’t say anything. He knew Draco was right of course and the few hours with Ginny had proved eye opening. She hadn’t had any issues with telling him how she saw it and he had not had any choice in listening. There had not been anywhere to go because they had been stuck in a cell.

She had been sure to point out all of his flaws when dealing with Draco and their problems. They did have troubles and most of them had been caused by miscommunications. It had hurt him to think that Draco had been cheating and then he had found out the truth. That had hurt him more because Draco felt he couldn’t trust him.

Ginny had talked for the hours that they had been locked up and Harry felt he could see Draco’s side finally. He knew they had plenty of issues to work on but at least they would be together to do it. He realized that Draco was staring at him waiting for a response.

“I know. It would have gone that way too. I would have not bothered you with my problems if I had known about yours.” Harry admitted.

Draco nodded but Harry could tell he was surprised that he had agreed.

“It’s not so bad anymore. I usually just vent to him now about issues that are going on in my daily life. People at work who irritate me or when I get angry with you. It helps to clear my mind so that I don’t say something I will regret to you or the people I work with.” Draco said sitting down on the chair just opposite of Harry “I still talk to you about everything, it’s just I get my anger out before I do so that we can talk reasonably.”


Harry let out a surprised laugh. Reasonably? He wondered what would happen if Draco was ever forced to argue with himself. Would he consider himself reasonable? Draco smiled at the sound of Harry’s laughter, despite not knowing what caused it.

“Look, Draco, we have a lot to talk about and Ginny recommended that we see someone who can counsel us because we have issues that we both tend to ignore. Do you want to do that?” Harry asked in a suddenly tired voice. Draco nodded soberly.

“I agree. I love you, Harry and I can’t bear to lose you, not again. This last week has been pure hell.” He admitted in a somber voice. Harry opened his arms and Draco flew into them. The week had been pure hell for Harry too. It was the first time since they had spent a night away from each other in several years.

“I missed you.” Harry whispered as he leaned down and kissed Draco.

Draco pulled away slightly and with frantic motions began to pull Harry’s clothes off. Harry allowed himself to be stripped down to his boxers and then he reached for Draco’s own clothing. Soon, they were wearing only underwear, wrapped around each other, and snogging like there was no tomorrow. Draco turned so that he could sit on the back of the couch, with Harry standing between his legs, and Draco pressed as close as he could get, running his hands all over Harry’s bare chest and back.

It wasn’t long before matching erections tented each of their drawers, and they were grinding against each other amidst moans and light scratching and pinching. Draco’s mouth worked its way down Harry’s body, nipping at the spot where his thigh met his hip, and he pulled Harry’s boxers down, revealing his favorite part of Harry’s anatomy. Draco bent to take the head of Harry’s cock in his mouth, and they emitted tandem groans. Harry could never resist when Draco gave him head, and Draco had been terrified that he would never get to do this again. He rolled his tongue around the helmet head, sucking lightly, but making sure to slick Harry’s cock with his saliva.

Sitting up again, Draco laid back on the sofa, pulling his own underwear off and spreading his legs for his lover. Harry wrapped his hand around Draco’s hard member and began to gently and expertly pull him off. Draco let out a choked cry, stilling Harry’s hand.

“Harry, please don’t ever leave me again,” Draco whispered. “I need you so bad. I need you inside of me!” Draco reached under and spread his arse cheeks apart, once again baring the most vulnerable part of himself to his lover.

Harry’s response was to lean over and plant a kiss on Draco’s chest, nodding, and he went to fetch the tube of lubricant that he had seen in one of the nearby desk drawers. Draco stayed right where he was, displayed and open to Harry, and Harry slicked his fingers in anticipation. He ghosted up and down Draco’s crack, applying the lubrication evenly before sliding the tip of his finger into Draco’s pink whorl. He watched Draco’s face contort in pleasure, even as the blonde moved his hips, trying to bear down on more of Harry’s finger.


Draco moaned breathlessly, desperately needing more than just Harry’s finger. The Gryffindor seemed to have picked up on that because he inserted a second finger straight away, scissored them, and then pushed a third into Draco’s arse. Draco writhed on the table, the unyielding wood pressing cruelly against his soft skin, but he didn’t care. Harry was pumping three fingers in and out of his bum, and Draco let go of himself to reach for his tanned lover.

“Please, need you now,” he gasped, looking Harry straight in the eyes as his fingertips brushed hungrily down Harry’s muscled chest, begging. Harry stared bluntly in Draco’s wide eyes, and after sizing him up for a second, nodded almost imperceptibly. He slicked his own cock and rubbed the tip of it along the length of Draco’s crack, pressing ever so gently against the prepared opening. Harry helpfully raised Draco’s legs, resting the blonde’s calves on his shoulders.

“Don’t you EVER,” Harry began, violently shoving his hips forward for emphasis, burying half of his cock into Draco’s pliant body smoothly. Draco bucked involuntarily, head thrown back as he came off of the table in an arch. “Lie to me again,” he continued, thrusting again until his pubic hair came in contact with the underside of Draco’s arse cheeks.

“You…are…not…weak…and…I…don’t…think…less…of…you,” Harry grunted, punctuating his lecture with hard jabs of his hips that pressed his arousal into Draco’s sweet spot. “I love you, you great prat. I need you.”

It was Draco who came first, howling Harry’s name as white light exploded behind his eyes, matching the white substance that coated his heaving stomach. Draco reached out frantically for Harry, scratching his fingernails down as much of Harry’s front as Draco could reach and clutching onto the arms that supported his legs in his moment of release. His body clenched and spasmed around Harry’s cock, secure in the knowledge that his soul mate had forgiven him and loved him still.

It proved to be too much for Harry, and his orgasm rippled through him like lightning that radiated from his cock throughout his entire body. His nerve endings ignited as he spilled his seed into his lover, his member throbbing heavily, and Harry could barely see straight. He leaned against the edge of the couch for support, still balls-deep in Draco, and turned his head to kiss one creamy white calf over and over again.


Draco was glassy-eyed, dizzy, and glad he was laying down. Harry looked equally as stunned, from what Draco could tell, and the blonde suddenly wanted nothing more than to curl up with Harry and simply be with him for a while. As Harry pulled Draco closer to him they heard noises from the other side of the door.

“Looks like they made up.” They heard Hermione comment with a giggle.

“You will have to scour every inch of that room for a week before I will set foot in there again. Didn’t I tell you it was a bad idea to invite him to stay here?”

“Severus, behave!” Hermione scolded laughingly. Draco cuddled closer to Harry, content and not willing to move from his side.

“We can get through anything together can’t we?” he asked sleepily. His reply was a soft snore. With a roll of his eyes, he summoned a soft throw blanket from a nearby chair, covered them up and settled down for a nap with his lover.