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A World of Trouble
Chapter Number/Total: 5/41
Chapter Title: A World of Trouble
Words: 2645 Words
Draco reached their tower room, leaving the door open for Harry to follow him. He went to the window, looking out, and waited.
Harry reached the room seconds later and closed the door loudly behind himself, unable to help it. He stood and stared at Draco, crossing his arms once again and angrily leaning against the wall across from his husband.
Draco was looking out over the grounds and toward the lake. He sighed but didn't speak yet.
"Well, I'd like to know what I did," Harry said, eyes wide and expression expectant. "All I did was dislike someone I have a right to dislike. Someone who, for a number of reasons, I should dislike."
"You are angry at me," Draco said simply.
Harry rolled his eyes, huffing. "Because, Draco," he said, rubbing furiously at his own face, "you baffle me."
"What am I supposed to do? Ignore my old friends? Pretend I have always been at your side? Act like a Gryffindor?" Draco asked, his own anger surfacing now.
Harry laughed strangely, shaking his head. "I never told you to ignore your old friends," he said. "But friends are people who have never tried to kill you, like your 'friends' did. And believe me, I know you've not always been at my side. I remember, quite well, all the shit you did with your 'friends.' And, have I once, ever, told you to act like a Gryffindor?"
Draco huffed and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and facing toward Harry. "By your definition of who is an acceptable friend, I do not even qualify," he drawled.
Draco's calm only served to anger Harry even more. "And what is that supposed to mean, my love?" he asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.
"I nearly killed Ron and Katie," Draco pointed out. "I worked for Voldemort. Am I to be damned by my past choices, too?"
"Draco, that's not the same and you fucking know it," Harry said angrily. "The situation is entirely different."
"Why?" Draco challenged, grey eyes flashing. "Because I fucked you in the Room of Requirement? That made me redeemable when my friends aren't?"
Harry's fists shook at that. "You didn't know that the necklace would go to Katie, and you didn't know that Ron would drink that mead," he said, his voice shaking too. "You were trying to kill Dumbledore with half-arsed attempts that we both know were half-arsed. You had a snake on your arm that would've killed you if you didn't do it. There were threats against you and your family, and you tried to kill yourself, Draco! I don't know why you're trying to make excuses for people who laughed when they knew you could've been killed. Who laughed when they knew it might've been the last time they would ever see you. I don't have any friends like that, nor do I want them."
"Blaise, Gregory, Vincent, and Millicent are all dead because of the choices they made." Draco hissed. "Neither Pansy nor Theo carry the Dark Mark. They made a choice to not follow Him. But that's not the issue, is it?"
Harry let out the same kind of strange laugh. "Oh, all that is certainly one reason I don't like Nott, and the reason I don't much like Pansy either, but, you're right, it's not the only reason I'm pissed off. I don't like that Nott seems unable to take a hint. You say he doesn't think it's rude to stare at you like he wants to fuck you, or suck you, or whatever. Fill in the blank. But I think I've made it quite clear that I think it's rude. Now, Nott is either ignoring me, doesn't care, or he's just incredibly, amazingly, tremendously stupid. It's probably a touch of all three."
"And what if I like being looked at?" Draco challenged, hands on his hips and chin held up defiantly.
Harry's nose flared with his anger and he couldn't even speak for a moment. "Then I guess you like being looked at," he said, voice deadly quiet as he pushed off from the wall and headed for the door. He felt like hitting Draco.
"Don't walk out on me," Draco snapped. When Harry ignored him, reaching for the doorknob and turning it to leave, Draco strode forward, reaching over his lover's shoulder to hold the door closed. "Since when do you run away?" he drawled.
Harry's frame shook and he felt like he could blow holes in the door with his eyes. "I'm leaving," he said in that same quiet voice, though it was quivering now, "so that I don't end up doing something I'll regret later. I'm going to take a shower."
"No," Draco said, mouth close to Harry's ear as he did. "Fucking hit me if you have to, but you will not ignore me."
Harry closed his eyes very tightly and pulled on the handle.
Draco leaned his weight on the door. "What is it that scares you, Harry?" he whispered. "Is it that I will do something? Or that I might want to?"
"Draco, please," Harry whispered back, breathing shaky as it sped up. There was a lump forming in his throat and he couldn't seem to swallow it down.
"This isn't about Theo," Draco continued. "This is about us. What Theo does or does not want from me shouldn't matter. What matters is what you think of me. Do you still think that without our bond I would not be with you?"
Harry didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he would've been able to if he'd tried.
"That's it, isn't it?" Draco sneered. "It's not what side you think they were on. It's that they were my lovers that has you angry. That they touched me. That they would still touch me if given the chance."
Harry didn't move his body. He only stared at the door for several moments. "It wouldn't make you angry if Ron always whispered in my ear?" he asked quietly. "If he looked at me like Nott looked at you? If he wanted me and made no attempt to hide that he did? It wouldn't make you even the slightest bit angry?"
Draco grabbed Harry and turned him around, shoving the Gryffindor's back against the door and scowling at him. "I share you with the whole bloody fucking world," he said. "How many autographs were you asked for today? How many hundreds of people look at you that way? Harry Potter, Hero of the Wizarding world. But I trust you. You don't trust me."
"I never said that," Harry answered. "I never said I don't trust you."
"Then what does it matter how anyone looks me?" Draco challenged, still angry.
Harry closed his eyes again, shaking, and he had to force himself to open his mouth. "I don't like thinking of you with someone else," he said very quietly. "And it's not the sex. I don't like to think about the sex, but it's not the sex. I don't like to think of ... anyone out there ... who could love you like I do. I don't like to think of you ... lying with him or her ... and just ... touching them ... and kissing them ... and just ... being with them. I don't like wondering if ... I'm doing it right. You told me that I'll never understand you. And I can't help that they probably did understand you." He was whispering by the end, his eyes still very tightly shut. "I'm not a pureblood, I'm not a Slytherin, and I wasn't even raised in the wizarding world. That's what scares me."
Draco sucked in a sharp breath at such a vulnerable admission from his husband. He stepped close, his body pressing against the other man's. "I am yours. I have always been yours," he whispered into Harry's ear. "I was yours long before you claimed me. You were what I wanted even then. It's always been about you and always will be."
Harry could feel the tears behind his eyelids and he knew if he opened them, they would spill out. He slid one arm under Draco's to hold the back of his neck, which there was no hair covering, and the other tightly around his waist. "I love you," he choked out, not trusting himself to say more.
Draco slid his cheek against Harry's, lips caressing his skin until they were touching his lover's, inhaling his breath. He cupped the back of Harry's head with one hand while sliding his silver one around the man's waist, pulling him tight against his own body. "No one compares to you," Draco whispered against those lips. "Do you know why I didn't regrow my hair?"
Harry shook his head, holding Draco even tighter.
"I wanted you to shape it to your will, to make me into the image you want," Draco whispered against his lips. "Shall I be that schoolboy for you again? Or do you want it long to grab hold of? As you wish it, my love. I am yours."
To Harry's ears, it sounded like Draco was talking about more than his hair. And Harry knew, truly, that Draco would probably do absolutely anything for him. He knew he would do anything for Draco as well, but Harry wasn't the one who'd had to learn to get along with people he didn't like, he wasn't the one who'd had to fight in the very thick of a war because of his husband, he wasn't the one who'd given up everything familiar in his life to be with someone. Harry let out a quiet breath and leaned back to finally open his eyes and look at his husband. He reached both hands into Draco's shorter hair, stroking the strands of it as he stared at him. "I think you're gorgeous no matter what way your hair is," he said.
Draco looked into those teary green eyes and smiled softly. "Over a year ago, I asked you to never doubt me," he said softly. "After all we have been through together, can you really still?"
Harry was still and silent for a moment before he shook his head. "No," he whispered.
Draco drew his wand and cast the spell to strip himself. "This is yours, all yours," he said, still watching Harry's eyes.
Harry pulled Draco gently forward with his hands still in his hair and kissed him firmly. "I know," he whispered.
Draco opened his mouth to that kiss, tongue caressing his husband's.
Harry breathed into Draco's mouth and took the other man's breath in. He moved his hand to the back of Draco's neck again, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
"Claim me, my Lion," Draco whispered, grinding his quickly filling cock against the front of Harry's trousers.
Harry shivered with a surge of pleasure and he kissed Draco until he led him to the bed. He lowered him to it, leaning over him as he continued to kiss him.
Harry in school robes was hot and Draco wrapped his hand around that Gryffindor tie and held him close with it. "Yes," he whispered, licking at Harry's lips.
Harry panted through his nose as he plundered Draco's mouth with his tongue, using his hand to remove all of his own clothes except the tie, which he left for Draco to grasp. He ground his erection against Draco's, gasping.
Draco moaned into his lover's mouth, the feeling of Harry's flesh against his own making him shiver.
"You mean more to me than anything, Draco," Harry whispered, moving his mouth to Draco's ear. "More than anything." He slid his hand down, slicking his fingers as he reached to press them inside his husband. "I can't even fall asleep without you anymore. I don't just not want to, I can't. I can't do anything without you."
Draco spread himself for his husband, still trembling at his touch. "Yours, always yours," he whispered. "Never doubt it."
Harry prepared Draco with careful familiarity, familiarity that made him feel safe. Draco was his, and he knew it, and had known it, and he didn't know how Draco put up with him some days. He slid fingers out and his cock in, kissing Draco with little kisses across his skin, touching him with little touches that he gently trailed about his body. Kisses and touches that he liked to think of as his exclusively. It wasn't just the powerful lust they had for each other, it was love, and gentleness, and being held and cared for. Harry wanted it to be his job, and his alone.
Draco surrendered to his husband's loving touches as much as he did when Harry was more fierce. He reached to card his fingers through his lover's hair and wrapped his legs around his waist, arching to meet each gentle slide into his body. "Yes, no one but you makes me feel like this," he whispered fervently.
Harry took slow, deep breaths that matched the pace he'd set with his hips. Draco's words were exactly what he wanted and he shuddered with them.
Power and pleasure thrummed inside Draco as his husband made love to him. It was slow and delicious. He looked up into the man's green eyes, his own grey ones unguardedly open and letting him see his love.
Harry kissed Draco gently again, his body slowly accumulating sweat as he moved his hips. "Draco," he moaned, arching his back as he made a particularly good slide inside. "Oh, Merlin, Draco."
"Harry, my love, my husband," Draco responded, moaning. One hand still held the tie while his silver one slid over Harry's back.
Harry thrust harder, groaning with every movement. "Fuck," he let out in a very quiet whisper, tensing as he began to come.
Warmth flooded Draco's body, his husband's seed inside and magic flowing through him. The blond gasped, his own come pumping out between them.
Harry lowered his head to Draco's skin, panting as he held him.
Draco felt filled and happy. There was no better place in the world than in his lover's embrace. After a couple of minutes, he said, "How can you imagine that anything or anyone would be better than this?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, running his fingers along Draco's slick skin. "I'm an idiot about some things, I guess."
"Yes, but I love you anyway," Draco smirked.
"I know you do," Harry said, and then sighed and smiled, raising his head and looking at Draco's hair again. He fingered a strand of it.
Draco arched an eyebrow, smirking still.
"You're a hot schoolboy," Harry said, smirking a bit himself. "But I like grown-up Draco, too. A lot."
"Schoolboy for a week and then you grow my hair back?" Draco suggested, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry grinned. "Sounds like a plan," he said, moving inside Draco a little before chuckling and pulling out.
Draco laughed when he saw that Harry's tie was now stained with come. "Such a mess," he teased.
Harry sat up beside Draco on the bed and pulled his tie up to look at it. "Yes, and that's entirely my fault," he said sarcastically, still grinning.
"It's a good thing I'm an expert at Cleaning Charms," Draco said from where he still lay on the bed.
Harry snorted. "Yes, very good thing. Or we would've been in a world of trouble."
"Speaking of trouble," Draco said, grinning at his husband. "Someone has to go get Valen from downstairs."
"He's probably hungry," Harry said, standing from the bed to pull clothes on. "I'll get him."
Draco cast the Cleaning Charms on his husband and himself and then burrowed happily under the covers.
Harry smiled at Draco as he dressed, unable to believe how very lucky he knew he was. Then he left the room to fetch their child.
Chapter Title: A World of Trouble
Words: 2645 Words
Draco reached their tower room, leaving the door open for Harry to follow him. He went to the window, looking out, and waited.
Harry reached the room seconds later and closed the door loudly behind himself, unable to help it. He stood and stared at Draco, crossing his arms once again and angrily leaning against the wall across from his husband.
Draco was looking out over the grounds and toward the lake. He sighed but didn't speak yet.
"Well, I'd like to know what I did," Harry said, eyes wide and expression expectant. "All I did was dislike someone I have a right to dislike. Someone who, for a number of reasons, I should dislike."
"You are angry at me," Draco said simply.
Harry rolled his eyes, huffing. "Because, Draco," he said, rubbing furiously at his own face, "you baffle me."
"What am I supposed to do? Ignore my old friends? Pretend I have always been at your side? Act like a Gryffindor?" Draco asked, his own anger surfacing now.
Harry laughed strangely, shaking his head. "I never told you to ignore your old friends," he said. "But friends are people who have never tried to kill you, like your 'friends' did. And believe me, I know you've not always been at my side. I remember, quite well, all the shit you did with your 'friends.' And, have I once, ever, told you to act like a Gryffindor?"
Draco huffed and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and facing toward Harry. "By your definition of who is an acceptable friend, I do not even qualify," he drawled.
Draco's calm only served to anger Harry even more. "And what is that supposed to mean, my love?" he asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.
"I nearly killed Ron and Katie," Draco pointed out. "I worked for Voldemort. Am I to be damned by my past choices, too?"
"Draco, that's not the same and you fucking know it," Harry said angrily. "The situation is entirely different."
"Why?" Draco challenged, grey eyes flashing. "Because I fucked you in the Room of Requirement? That made me redeemable when my friends aren't?"
Harry's fists shook at that. "You didn't know that the necklace would go to Katie, and you didn't know that Ron would drink that mead," he said, his voice shaking too. "You were trying to kill Dumbledore with half-arsed attempts that we both know were half-arsed. You had a snake on your arm that would've killed you if you didn't do it. There were threats against you and your family, and you tried to kill yourself, Draco! I don't know why you're trying to make excuses for people who laughed when they knew you could've been killed. Who laughed when they knew it might've been the last time they would ever see you. I don't have any friends like that, nor do I want them."
"Blaise, Gregory, Vincent, and Millicent are all dead because of the choices they made." Draco hissed. "Neither Pansy nor Theo carry the Dark Mark. They made a choice to not follow Him. But that's not the issue, is it?"
Harry let out the same kind of strange laugh. "Oh, all that is certainly one reason I don't like Nott, and the reason I don't much like Pansy either, but, you're right, it's not the only reason I'm pissed off. I don't like that Nott seems unable to take a hint. You say he doesn't think it's rude to stare at you like he wants to fuck you, or suck you, or whatever. Fill in the blank. But I think I've made it quite clear that I think it's rude. Now, Nott is either ignoring me, doesn't care, or he's just incredibly, amazingly, tremendously stupid. It's probably a touch of all three."
"And what if I like being looked at?" Draco challenged, hands on his hips and chin held up defiantly.
Harry's nose flared with his anger and he couldn't even speak for a moment. "Then I guess you like being looked at," he said, voice deadly quiet as he pushed off from the wall and headed for the door. He felt like hitting Draco.
"Don't walk out on me," Draco snapped. When Harry ignored him, reaching for the doorknob and turning it to leave, Draco strode forward, reaching over his lover's shoulder to hold the door closed. "Since when do you run away?" he drawled.
Harry's frame shook and he felt like he could blow holes in the door with his eyes. "I'm leaving," he said in that same quiet voice, though it was quivering now, "so that I don't end up doing something I'll regret later. I'm going to take a shower."
"No," Draco said, mouth close to Harry's ear as he did. "Fucking hit me if you have to, but you will not ignore me."
Harry closed his eyes very tightly and pulled on the handle.
Draco leaned his weight on the door. "What is it that scares you, Harry?" he whispered. "Is it that I will do something? Or that I might want to?"
"Draco, please," Harry whispered back, breathing shaky as it sped up. There was a lump forming in his throat and he couldn't seem to swallow it down.
"This isn't about Theo," Draco continued. "This is about us. What Theo does or does not want from me shouldn't matter. What matters is what you think of me. Do you still think that without our bond I would not be with you?"
Harry didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he would've been able to if he'd tried.
"That's it, isn't it?" Draco sneered. "It's not what side you think they were on. It's that they were my lovers that has you angry. That they touched me. That they would still touch me if given the chance."
Harry didn't move his body. He only stared at the door for several moments. "It wouldn't make you angry if Ron always whispered in my ear?" he asked quietly. "If he looked at me like Nott looked at you? If he wanted me and made no attempt to hide that he did? It wouldn't make you even the slightest bit angry?"
Draco grabbed Harry and turned him around, shoving the Gryffindor's back against the door and scowling at him. "I share you with the whole bloody fucking world," he said. "How many autographs were you asked for today? How many hundreds of people look at you that way? Harry Potter, Hero of the Wizarding world. But I trust you. You don't trust me."
"I never said that," Harry answered. "I never said I don't trust you."
"Then what does it matter how anyone looks me?" Draco challenged, still angry.
Harry closed his eyes again, shaking, and he had to force himself to open his mouth. "I don't like thinking of you with someone else," he said very quietly. "And it's not the sex. I don't like to think about the sex, but it's not the sex. I don't like to think of ... anyone out there ... who could love you like I do. I don't like to think of you ... lying with him or her ... and just ... touching them ... and kissing them ... and just ... being with them. I don't like wondering if ... I'm doing it right. You told me that I'll never understand you. And I can't help that they probably did understand you." He was whispering by the end, his eyes still very tightly shut. "I'm not a pureblood, I'm not a Slytherin, and I wasn't even raised in the wizarding world. That's what scares me."
Draco sucked in a sharp breath at such a vulnerable admission from his husband. He stepped close, his body pressing against the other man's. "I am yours. I have always been yours," he whispered into Harry's ear. "I was yours long before you claimed me. You were what I wanted even then. It's always been about you and always will be."
Harry could feel the tears behind his eyelids and he knew if he opened them, they would spill out. He slid one arm under Draco's to hold the back of his neck, which there was no hair covering, and the other tightly around his waist. "I love you," he choked out, not trusting himself to say more.
Draco slid his cheek against Harry's, lips caressing his skin until they were touching his lover's, inhaling his breath. He cupped the back of Harry's head with one hand while sliding his silver one around the man's waist, pulling him tight against his own body. "No one compares to you," Draco whispered against those lips. "Do you know why I didn't regrow my hair?"
Harry shook his head, holding Draco even tighter.
"I wanted you to shape it to your will, to make me into the image you want," Draco whispered against his lips. "Shall I be that schoolboy for you again? Or do you want it long to grab hold of? As you wish it, my love. I am yours."
To Harry's ears, it sounded like Draco was talking about more than his hair. And Harry knew, truly, that Draco would probably do absolutely anything for him. He knew he would do anything for Draco as well, but Harry wasn't the one who'd had to learn to get along with people he didn't like, he wasn't the one who'd had to fight in the very thick of a war because of his husband, he wasn't the one who'd given up everything familiar in his life to be with someone. Harry let out a quiet breath and leaned back to finally open his eyes and look at his husband. He reached both hands into Draco's shorter hair, stroking the strands of it as he stared at him. "I think you're gorgeous no matter what way your hair is," he said.
Draco looked into those teary green eyes and smiled softly. "Over a year ago, I asked you to never doubt me," he said softly. "After all we have been through together, can you really still?"
Harry was still and silent for a moment before he shook his head. "No," he whispered.
Draco drew his wand and cast the spell to strip himself. "This is yours, all yours," he said, still watching Harry's eyes.
Harry pulled Draco gently forward with his hands still in his hair and kissed him firmly. "I know," he whispered.
Draco opened his mouth to that kiss, tongue caressing his husband's.
Harry breathed into Draco's mouth and took the other man's breath in. He moved his hand to the back of Draco's neck again, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
"Claim me, my Lion," Draco whispered, grinding his quickly filling cock against the front of Harry's trousers.
Harry shivered with a surge of pleasure and he kissed Draco until he led him to the bed. He lowered him to it, leaning over him as he continued to kiss him.
Harry in school robes was hot and Draco wrapped his hand around that Gryffindor tie and held him close with it. "Yes," he whispered, licking at Harry's lips.
Harry panted through his nose as he plundered Draco's mouth with his tongue, using his hand to remove all of his own clothes except the tie, which he left for Draco to grasp. He ground his erection against Draco's, gasping.
Draco moaned into his lover's mouth, the feeling of Harry's flesh against his own making him shiver.
"You mean more to me than anything, Draco," Harry whispered, moving his mouth to Draco's ear. "More than anything." He slid his hand down, slicking his fingers as he reached to press them inside his husband. "I can't even fall asleep without you anymore. I don't just not want to, I can't. I can't do anything without you."
Draco spread himself for his husband, still trembling at his touch. "Yours, always yours," he whispered. "Never doubt it."
Harry prepared Draco with careful familiarity, familiarity that made him feel safe. Draco was his, and he knew it, and had known it, and he didn't know how Draco put up with him some days. He slid fingers out and his cock in, kissing Draco with little kisses across his skin, touching him with little touches that he gently trailed about his body. Kisses and touches that he liked to think of as his exclusively. It wasn't just the powerful lust they had for each other, it was love, and gentleness, and being held and cared for. Harry wanted it to be his job, and his alone.
Draco surrendered to his husband's loving touches as much as he did when Harry was more fierce. He reached to card his fingers through his lover's hair and wrapped his legs around his waist, arching to meet each gentle slide into his body. "Yes, no one but you makes me feel like this," he whispered fervently.
Harry took slow, deep breaths that matched the pace he'd set with his hips. Draco's words were exactly what he wanted and he shuddered with them.
Power and pleasure thrummed inside Draco as his husband made love to him. It was slow and delicious. He looked up into the man's green eyes, his own grey ones unguardedly open and letting him see his love.
Harry kissed Draco gently again, his body slowly accumulating sweat as he moved his hips. "Draco," he moaned, arching his back as he made a particularly good slide inside. "Oh, Merlin, Draco."
"Harry, my love, my husband," Draco responded, moaning. One hand still held the tie while his silver one slid over Harry's back.
Harry thrust harder, groaning with every movement. "Fuck," he let out in a very quiet whisper, tensing as he began to come.
Warmth flooded Draco's body, his husband's seed inside and magic flowing through him. The blond gasped, his own come pumping out between them.
Harry lowered his head to Draco's skin, panting as he held him.
Draco felt filled and happy. There was no better place in the world than in his lover's embrace. After a couple of minutes, he said, "How can you imagine that anything or anyone would be better than this?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, running his fingers along Draco's slick skin. "I'm an idiot about some things, I guess."
"Yes, but I love you anyway," Draco smirked.
"I know you do," Harry said, and then sighed and smiled, raising his head and looking at Draco's hair again. He fingered a strand of it.
Draco arched an eyebrow, smirking still.
"You're a hot schoolboy," Harry said, smirking a bit himself. "But I like grown-up Draco, too. A lot."
"Schoolboy for a week and then you grow my hair back?" Draco suggested, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry grinned. "Sounds like a plan," he said, moving inside Draco a little before chuckling and pulling out.
Draco laughed when he saw that Harry's tie was now stained with come. "Such a mess," he teased.
Harry sat up beside Draco on the bed and pulled his tie up to look at it. "Yes, and that's entirely my fault," he said sarcastically, still grinning.
"It's a good thing I'm an expert at Cleaning Charms," Draco said from where he still lay on the bed.
Harry snorted. "Yes, very good thing. Or we would've been in a world of trouble."
"Speaking of trouble," Draco said, grinning at his husband. "Someone has to go get Valen from downstairs."
"He's probably hungry," Harry said, standing from the bed to pull clothes on. "I'll get him."
Draco cast the Cleaning Charms on his husband and himself and then burrowed happily under the covers.
Harry smiled at Draco as he dressed, unable to believe how very lucky he knew he was. Then he left the room to fetch their child.