Twisted Illusion

**Please do not comment on how I write. It's simple. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If there are mistakes however, you are more than welcome to point those out. This is Harry/Draco and will get dirty at some point, so please be patient.**



Here it is the longest chapter so far, the one with the sex you know you've all been waiting for. Thanks to everyone who's commented so far, I'll write you all back personally at the end of this chapter that have been posted since the last chapter. Just to let you all know, I do not know how long this will be, but I do intend to finish it before I post anything else. With that being said, onto the porn!!



CHAPTER FOUR: PLEASANTLY SPENT



When Draco returned home with the children they instantly took off into the large mansion. Taking off his cloak he hung it in the hall closet and Kreacher appeared next to him waiting to be acknowledged. Leaning down he untied his shoes and slipped them off handing them to the elf.


“So you watched over Harry today?”


“Yes Master Malfoy-Potter. He spent the morning in the study, then he showered and had lunch in the study,” Kreacher said.


“He’s still there?” Draco asked moving into the house more.


“Yes sir.”


“What about dinner?” The blonde asked taking the mail from the small table where the owls dropped it.


“I’ve taken care of it.”


Draco nodded and dismissed him, before making his way to the study the mail still in his hand. Quietly opening the door he didn’t see Harry at the desk but saw the dark hair spilling over the arm of the loveseat. Venturing into the room he looked over the back down at the sleeping Harry, a book resting on his chest and a quill and parchment on the floor next him. A smile came to his delicate lips as he brushed a stray hair away from his face before wordlessly summoning a blanket from another room. Careful not to wake him just yet he covered Harry slowly prying the book away from his tightly clenched hand.
Making sure Harry was completely covered he smiled and gently caressed his cheek before leaving. Making his way to the second office he had made for instances like this, he closed the door behind him. Settling down at the large black desk that his husband had more than once distracted him on, causing several documents that needed to be rewritten afterwards. Pushing through those thoughts for when the Harry’s were back in their own time he concentrated on the mail. He spent at least an hour paying bills, writing approvals to have money sent to the charities Harry had insisted on, until Kreacher appeared in the office.


“Dinner is ready.”


“Fetch the children and I’ll wake Harry,” Draco said standing and exiting the smaller office.


Returning to the study the blonde found Harry still sleeping, only this time he was curled with his back against the back of the couch. Moving around to kneel next to his husband, Draco put a hand on his shoulder and shook him. Bleary green eyes opened to meet the intense silver blue ones as Harry stretched.


“What is it?” He asked.


“Do you want to eat dinner? Or should I come wake you later?” Draco returned with a question of his own.


As if in response to his questioning Harry’s stomach growled loudly. A blush appeared on the green eyed man’s face and Draco struggled not to laugh.


“Well then, let’s go get you something to eat. We can have a nice family dinner,” Draco said, moving back to let him get up.


Doing just that Harry stretched and yawned after he was fully on his feet. It seemed that at that particular moment Draco took notice of the other’s outfit. It was his favorite outfit on the darker man, a lovely shade of red, the sweater practically molded to his frame, which was no longer under malnourished. The blue jeans hugged his hips and upper thighs that Draco loved to caress in the throes of passion. He could feel those legs wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly. Swallowing he forced his eyes away, thankful that his semi-long shirt hide his growing erection. Draco wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out having the boy in front of him but not being able to take him. Quickly moving away with the intention of leaving before more thoughts crowded into his mind and he had to leave by himself to relieve the growing pressure, when Harry’s voice stopped him, his hand on the door knob.


“My dragon? Is that the way you greet me after coming home from work?”


My dragon. Harry had used the pet name he’d given him after finding out about his animagus shape, which he hadn’t shown the boy until after they were married. Slowly he turned back to Harry. Silver eyes glided over his form, taking in the stance that told Draco he was playfully upset with him to the cute pout on his face that the blonde had not been able to resist yet.


“Harry? Is that really you?” Disbelief filled Draco’s voice.


“Who did you expect it to be? Voldemort?” Harry said, now genuinely upset.


Four strides and Harry suddenly found himself locked in a fierce kiss, Draco’s arms holding tightly. The kiss continued until Harry was breathless in the other’s arms. A confused face appeared as the blonde dropped small kisses on every inch of skin visible. The boy who lived pushed his husband away slightly concern spread across his face, replacing the confused one.


“Dragon, not that I mind, but why are you mauling me like there’s no tomorrow?”


“You don’t remember?” Draco asked, refusing to let go of him.


“No. I’m not even sure why I’m in the study.”


Draco sat down on the couch with Harry on his lap explaining the whole thing. Afterwards the black haired boy sat there in silence for a moment before noticing the notes his younger self had been scribbling. Picking it up, his intense eyes scanned the document while his husband played with his hair.


“According to my younger self ‘every time one of us sleeps the other becomes aware. Several studies show that one must always sleep while the other is awake, thus switching positions.’.” Harry looked at Draco. “So from what you’ve said this will probably last the next three weeks, since that’s how long my coma lasted, but there’s something I don’t get.” A brow furrowed as he looked back down at the words.


“What, my love?” Draco asked, his hand moving to pet the skin of Harry’s neck.


“If my younger self doesn’t see life worth living, it could kill me, yet when he wakes he won’t remember anything,” Harry said.


Startled Draco’s hand stopped petting to grab the parchment, looking it over. Unaware that his free hand was tightening around his husbands waist until the boy yelped and he quickly released him, gently massaging the spot. Looking up at Harry he wasn’t sure how he could live without the boy next to him all these years, the dark haired man was his life and he surely wouldn’t have found the will to face the accusing wizarding community all by himself.


“Then I’ll just have to show you the best time of your life in the next three weeks,” Draco said determined.


Harry laughed, “You could just sleep with him. Those are some of the best moments of my life.” His voice was suddenly husky and seductive.


Draco moaned when his husband shifted in his lap, successfully finishing what his mind had started earlier. Placing his hands on the slender hips that tormented him so, Draco planted a kiss on his lover’s before forcing them to stand. The pout that appeared on those lips made the blonde want to forget everything and push him down on the loveseat but he couldn’t.


“As much as I would love to give you another ‘best moment’ the children are waiting for us to eat dinner with them. After dinner is when we can have our special dessert. And I intend to give you the best dessert you’ve had in a long time,” Draco said, pulling Harry into a slow, passionate kiss before finally leaving the study.


The green eyed boy pout, but it had no affect on Draco’s retreating back. Sighing heavily the boy followed his husband, enjoying the view he got from behind, even if his shirt was hiding half of it. Draco looked back over his shoulder noticing that the green eyes were fixated on his ass.


“What are you doing?” Draco teased.


“Enjoying our assets,” Harry grinned.


“’Our assets? It’s attached to me, shouldn’t it be mine?”


“Not when I enjoy it just as much as you do,” Harry retorted, the eyes moving up the body he was enjoying so much.


Draco laughed as they entered the dining room and the children jumped off their chairs to tell daddy about their day. Harry kneeled, laughing and smiling as they told him about how Unca Ron and Aunt ‘Mione had showed up and let them ride on their brooms. Finally Harry told the children it was time to eat and they sat down at the table. Talking while they ate the blonde hadn’t realized just how far his husband had come in five years since his depressive state. When Harry’s laughed at something funny Draco smiled, taking in the genuine smile upon his lover’s face, memorizing it for the undoubtedly hard times ahead. Mentally he vowed later when they were alone to burn into his memory the look upon Harry’s face after a round of passionate love making.


“Dragon? Are you all right? You’re being awfully quiet,” Harry asked, concerned.


The blonde smiled at him. “I’m fine, my panther. Just thinking, that’s all.”


“Something you can share can share with the rest of table? Or will it be for my ears only?” Harry grinned.


“A little of both, I suppose. I was just thinking about how much I missed your smile these last two days. The other one will have to wait for your ‘best moment’ later.” A devious grin spread across Draco’s face.


A single eyebrow rose a curious look almost turned into a desperate need to know but the trained Auror forced it back down. He was almost tempted to have them all eat faster just so he could find out what Draco had planned but he fought against that urge as well. Instead they ate painstakingly slow, and Draco began to fidget uncomfortably in his chair. Finally the children ran off to go play with their many toys and Harry leaned against the dining room doorframe to watch them run down the hallway. His love came to stand by his side, wrapping pale arms around Harry’s shoulders.


“You know, I wouldn’t give any of this up for anything. I would die to protect what we’ve both built if I have to, but I am not going to purposely put myself in harm’s way,” Harry said, leaning back into Draco.


“I know. I feel the same way,” Draco said, kissing Harry’s cheek.


“You have to make my younger self want this as well. Love him more than you’ve ever loved me, because he needs it. I need it, my dragon, our lives and our children depend on it.


Draco didn’t say anything but turned Harry in his grasp and kissed him lovingly. The dark haired boy didn’t say anything when Draco led him down the hall to their room. Gently laying his panther on their bed he drank in the sight of him. The green lust filled eyes stared up at him expectantly, but Draco had no intention of going fast. He wanted to have every look, every sound, every movement engraved into his memory.
Pale hands started at Harry’s ankles, making his way up the outside of his legs, wrapping his hands around his lover’s thighs placing a kiss on both of the inside thighs. His hands roamed further up Harry’s slender body to massage his hips while his mouth kissed in the wake. A groan came from below him as the body arched into his touch. Obviously Draco wasn’t moving fast enough for his husband as hands weaved into the blonde locks forcing his head further up to catch his lips in a wild kiss.


When Harry’s hard erection rubbed harshly against the blonde’s own strained one he couldn’t help but moan into the kiss returning the grind with one of his own. Harry had no trouble stripping off Draco’s shirt flinging it into the dark of the room caressing the white skin underneath. The blonde slipped one of his hands under the red sweater finding one of the pink nubs which he pinched making Harry’s back arch into him. After teasing the left one for a while the hand made its way to give the same pleasure to other one. Once it seemed like his panther could no longer stand the pleasant torture Draco grabbed the hem of the sweater removing it revealing the toned torso he had explored so many times.


Now both hands touched every inch of skin he could, small whining sounds instructed that he was taking too long in his foreplay, but he didn’t let the sounds get to him. Instead his pink tongue shot out to lick at the right collarbone and then he nipped his way down his chest to the line where the jeans hid the rest of his body. Once again the tongue flicked out to lick along that line and Harry’s body shivered under him. One of Draco’s hands ghosted over the bulging erection which caused the boy to buck his voice pleading. Finally he unbuttoned the jeans and very slowly the zipper went down releasing the erect penis from its confining fabric.


Ignoring the member Draco concentrated on the jeans still hindering any lovemaking to be done, pushing them down over his lover’s hips. Placing a kiss on first the left hip bone followed by the right, the blonde continued to leisurely pull the pants down, kissing the legs every inch or so on both sides. When the pants were free of the delectable body Draco started kissing his way back up the legs, only this time the inside received the feather light kisses. Once his lips reached the hardened member the kisses stopped and one hand slid under Harry’s ass to knead both sides while the other rid himself of his own pants.


A finger slid between the cheeks, tenderly caressing the opening and Harry’s body arched off the bed his hand clutching the bed sheets tightly. Silvery eyes darted up to catch the look of passion etched in the dark haired boy’s face and smirked before he moved his head back down to finally pay attention to the limb that wanted it the most. Licking up the drops of white fluid that had already started to leak out he very carefully followed with a nip which had his lover propelling his hips up.


“Dragon! Please!” Harry moaned.


No longer able to deny that voice he took him fully into his mouth. His tongue swirled and licked while the hand that had previously been stroking a thigh came up to fondle his balls. The other hand stopped teasing his ass and moved to hold down the soon to be thrusting hips, which started right after the hand moved. While keeping his hand firmly against the bucking hips his teeth traveled the length of the member in his mouth.


“Draco….please…I need….you,” Harry said, breathless.


Releasing him from his wet mouth Draco grabbed his wand, which he remembered to grab from his pants and wordlessly lubricated himself. Setting the wand back down he used both hands to lift the lower half of his lover’s body. Just like in those earlier fantasies Harry’s legs locked tightly around his waist with a groan escaping his swollen lips until Draco claimed them in quick kiss. Positioning him just right the blonde tormented his lover another moment before unhurriedly pushing himself in.


The first stoke was slow but as soon as the two began to speed up a pale hand came to wrap itself around Harry’s neglected penis and began pumping in their rhythm. Soon the green eyes were closed tight, his back curving off the bed as the pleasure built to immeasurable heights. Finally once Harry could no longer fight it he climaxed, his seed spilling onto his chest, Draco’s name on his lips, he tightened around Draco, bringing him to climax as well. After pulling out the blonde kissed his husband while his hand grabbed his wand and cleaned up the effects of their lovemaking.


Sinking into the bed next to Harry, Draco pulled him close, spooning with him, one arm draped over him protectively. When Harry heard his dragon’s deep breathing letting him know he was asleep the darker haired boy carefully lifted his arm and slid out of bed. Only stopping to collect a robe and his wand he made his way to the study and closed the door behind him. Striding over the bookshelf closest to the door he spoke in Parseltongue.


“Open.”


The bookcase magically began to move to reveal a set of stairs leading down into the darkness. Casting Lumos he began his descent down the stairs that no one even knew about, even his love.


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What could Harry be hiding from his dragon? I guess you'll have to keep reading to find out, won't you? ::is devious at leaving things mysterious.


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