What Shakes The Elephant

What Shakes The Elephant

Chapter 55 – I Don’t Know

The days had grown long and the winter had begun to fade away into the deep recesses of memory. As if it had never really come to pass at all, the cold ebbed and left warm spring days hanging over the world as a sign of new beginnings. The air was fresher and every breath he took gave him the sensation of feeling more alive than he ever had.

Draco languidly slipped out of bed and donned his robe as he meandered down to breakfast. It was early in the morning and the sun had only just abandoned the horizon to rise into the sky. Wiping the sleep from his eyes and waiting for the House-elves to bring him his meal, he picked up the Daily Prophet from the table and glanced at the headlines. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see those words written, but somehow everything since his first night with Harry still felt like a dream.

The elves brought in his morning tea and toast and he took a sip after thanking them. It was still so surreal to imagine that this was all really possible, or rather, true. He closed his eyes momentarily, as he often found he had to do to remind himself that he was quite awake, and thought back over everything that had happened.

Once they had realized that their cure for the Pureblood curses was a success, Luna had sent word to the Ministry of their discovery and they immediately called for all Purebloods to present themselves at St Mungo’s for the potion. It hadn’t taken long at all for the rumour to get out that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had joined forces to create the wonder-cure. Harry downplayed his own part, no matter what Draco asked of him, and somehow many of Draco’s enemies and critics vanished into thin air.

But, of course, the cynics still remained and tormented Draco from their vantage point behind the mask of anonymity. Once the full story of Hydra’s escape and kidnapping hit the papers, those nameless people who stood firmly against Draco’s involvement in the Ministry spoke out once more to try and have him removed from his position. He didn’t understand how it came back to being his fault in the end, but thankfully the larger majority of the wizarding world seemed to take pity on him for everything he had been through.

And having Harry Potter on his side was no detriment, naturally.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement along with a group of Aurors scanned the ruins of the castle that Hydra had used but found only what was left of her body, an arm and shreds of her dress. The suspicion around her death and the possibilities of what happened and how she had actually escaped from Azkaban was still generating rumours and anyone who was bored enough with real news was willing to venture a guess, but there was no solid proof of anything. Draco didn’t like to think too long on that. He felt comfortable and safe and his instincts were often better than the facts with which he was presented. At least he’d like to think so.

Sinistra, of course, was taken in by the Aurors and removed from her position as Headmistress. She was charged and sentenced to imprisonment by the Wizengamot though the length of her term is undecided. Draco might have felt pity for her if she hadn’t been so stupid. Perhaps.

In the meantime, Hermione had been appointed temporary Headmistress of Hogwarts until the board of Governors decided to either offer her a full-time position or found a suitable replacement. Draco didn’t think that anyone was surprised about that decision. He certainly wasn’t.

After a few days of recovery, Scorpius, Albus Severus and James were sent back to school to finish the year. It had been strange to see them go off together, all friends and getting on with one another. That, certainly, gave him the most sense of pleasure. He wondered if, perhaps when he was younger, Lucius didn’t worry this much about him at school. He had never considered what his father might feel at hearing him so openly insult Potter and create powerful enemies for himself.

-Perhaps I should thank him sometime…-

Draco picked up the paper and looked over the headline again. His eyes roved over the moving photograph printed just beneath it and he was about to sigh when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his neck. A soft kiss was planted on his jaw and he felt himself smile.

“Good morning,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss Harry more fully. Harry hummed into the embrace and then pulled away to read the paper.

“ ‘Malfoy Named Minister’,” Harry read aloud from the front page. His voice had a smile in it but it was nothing to the grin that was plastered on his face when Draco turned around. “You know, I think they should have picked a different photo.”

“Why’s that?” Draco asked, feigning hurt. Harry licked his lips.

“Because this one makes you look like a model for the cover of Witch Weekly,” he admitted, staring intently at the black and white photograph. “Not the grey old business type that should be Minister of Magic.”

“I’m hurt that you think any photo of me might make me look grey and old,” Draco gasped, with mock-insult. He enjoyed playing games like these with Harry. He felt a smile pull at the corners of his mouth when he looked up from his tea and realized that Harry was only wearing his pants to breakfast.

“How does it feel?” Harry asked, seating himself lazily on the chair next to Draco. His dark hair was messier than usual and begged for Draco to run his fingers through it.

“To be old and grey?” he pouted in response, his silver eyes giving him away as they burned a molten silver. Harry caught the look and wiggled his eyebrows.

“To be Minister, you prat,” he answered playfully. Draco tossed the paper aside and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Powerful,” he answered dangerously. Harry gave him a smug look and turned his chair around so that they were facing each other. He pulled his chair closer to Draco’s and leaned in until they were only inches apart.

“You like to be in control of things, don’t you?” he whispered, challenging Draco in more ways than one.

“Always,” he answered in a husky tone. Harry parted his lips and angled his head up so that they were breathing the same air.

“I think I can change that,” was his reply and Draco nearly gave in right there. He held his position and licked his lips.

“Oh really?” he asked without much conviction. “Lily?”

“Still sleeping,” Harry answered quickly. “Lucius?”

“Already gone,” Draco whispered. Harry smirked and grabbed Draco by the neck.

“Good,” he said before pulling the blond into a scorching kiss and by the time he let go, they were back in the bedroom. He wasn’t sure how they had gotten there but he didn’t really care to let his mind wander.

Harry pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, letting their tongues tango in the meantime. He pushed off Draco’s robe and tossed it aside. Draco’s skin was burning and he pulled Harry closer, pressing their bodies together as firmly as possible. He wanted him completely and eternally, from the inside out.

He tried to roll over onto Harry so that he would be on top but Harry had other plans. He pinned Draco in place and spread his legs further so that his erection pressed more aggressively into Draco’s. The blond moaned and struggled against his lover but it was no use. Harry had him at his mercy.

“You wanker,” Draco hissed before thinking as Harry pulled away with the most mischievous look he’d ever seen.

“Am I?” he replied, tugging down Draco’s pants to expose his hard shaft. The Cheshire grin grew and Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s length and began massaging it slowly. He leaned over and scraped his teeth over Draco’s neck, trailing his tongue along the skin.

“Oh, fuck, yes you are,” Draco managed somehow to respond. His hands were around Harry’s neck, tugging at his hair and urging him back up into a kiss. But Harry refused to comply.

Instead, he drew a wet trail down the blonde’s chest and stomach until he reached his goal. Sliding his fingers down Draco’s length, he looked up and Draco caught the green eyes momentarily before Harry wrapped his lips around the head and pulled him fully into his mouth.

Harry pressed circles into the base of Draco’s cock as he sucked and ran his tongue flat against the head. Draco felt himself moan and he shut his eyes, fisting Harry’s hair harder for lack of any better use of his hands. He would not give in. He could not give in. He didn’t want to but it was getting so hard.

He groaned and unintentionally bucked his hips into his lover’s mouth. Harry didn’t pull back immediately, but licked and coated Draco’s length fully before lifting his head. He kissed the tip and tongued the slit once before smiling at the man beneath him.

“How about now?” Harry asked seductively. Draco gasped as Harry kissed the tip again.

“No, no, not a wanker,” he mumbled, unable to think clearly. He pulled Harry back to kiss him. He wanted his lips, he needed them. Draco pressed his mouth hungrily against his lover’s and sucked on his lower lip, overwhelmed with the need he had now.

“Didn’t think so,” Harry groaned into the embrace. Draco looped one arm around Harry’s waist and the other journeyed south and tugged at his pants to remove them completely. Harry wriggled a bit to help him about and finally his skin was flush against Draco’s. Harry moaned softly at the feel of their erections rubbing together while Draco’s wrapped his fingers around both of them and tugged gently.

Again, Draco tried to turn over. He could tell that Harry was almost willing to let him because he almost managed before he felt his back flattened into the mattress and a hand pressing down on his chest.

“Not this time,” Harry told him darkly. He pulled away from the kiss and ventured back down Draco’s body. The blond was about to stop him when, rather than pull Draco’s cock back into his mouth, Harry pushed his legs apart and pressed his mouth to his balls. Pulling them gently into his mouth, Harry ran his tongue over each one slowly and Draco nearly cried out from the fire that grew in his stomach.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” he gasped, arching his head back and grasping at the sheets beneath him. He shut his eyes but Harry pulled away and ran his thumb over Draco’s cheek to coax them open again.

“Watch me, love,” he whispered. Draco’s breathing was erratic and short. His hair was disheveled around his face but he willingly obeyed if it meant getting more of the same treatment.

Harry smiled and lifted a small bottle out of nowhere and poured some of the liquid into his palm. Draco ran his tongue over his lower lip, feeling more and more blood rush between his legs. He watched as Harry began stroking himself, coating his cock with the fluid and loving every moment of it.

“Oh, fuck,” Draco murmured, unable to tear his eyes away. He tried to sit up to touch his lover, to feel him and help him along but he was pushed back down onto his back.

“Tell me what you want,” Harry told him, giving himself long strokes and moving his hips with the motion. Draco’s eyes were glued to the movement.

“I want to fuck you,” he answered breathlessly. Harry stroked himself harder.

“Wrong answer,” he replied, biting his lower lip as the pleasure grew. Draco became panicked. He would not have this.

“I want you to touch me,” he said quickly, hoping that Harry would turn this back into a twosome.

“Go on,” he whispered, his eyes half-lidded as he slowed his pace.

“I want you to press your cock to me,” he ventured, then upon seeing Harry’s face change again he altered his answer. “Into me.”

Harry smiled and continued to coat himself calmly.

“What exactly do you want?” he asked mischievously. Draco groaned and his erection twitched.

“I want you to fuck me,” he finally admitted, giving in to his carnal needs. He wanted Harry so badly that he didn’t care how. He moaned as Harry moved and pressed the tip of his cock against Draco’s entrance.

“Are you sure?” the dark-haired man asked him, clearly manipulating the situation. Draco clenched his jaw and tried to take deep breaths.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he answered wantonly. “Fuck me, Harry, please!”

Harry smirked and leaned over to kiss him but as he did so he pulled his cock away from Draco’s entrance. The movement incited a whine on Draco’s part but Harry quickly replaced his cock with one well lubricated finger. He pressed his way into Draco slowly, trying to stretch him carefully but Draco didn’t care. He wanted Harry now and that’s all that mattered.

“More, gods, MORE,” he told Harry pulling him roughly into a deeper kiss. Harry complied and pushed in another finger but Draco wasn’t satisfied. He wouldn’t be until Harry’s cock was fully sheathed inside of him. “No, Harry, more.”

“Draco,” Harry whispered, kissing him again and again. He pushed in another finger but it wasn’t enough. “What do you want?”

“I want your cock, fuck,” he growled desperately. “Now, please, now!” Harry paused for a moment, perhaps a bit worried, but he pulled his fingers out and repositioned himself so that the head of his shaft was probing at Draco’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked softly.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. He had never felt this needy in his life. He wanted all of Harry and he wanted to feel him deep inside. Harry smiled and pushed his erection into Draco at an agonizingly slow rate. Draco felt as Harry’s cock forced him open and he nearly screamed but he wanted more and Harry was moving too slowly. “More, faster!”

Harry obeyed and pushed himself completely into Draco. But then he stopped moving altogether and Draco opened his eyes in frustration to figure out why. Harry was biting his lip and breathing heavily. Draco smirked.

“So tight,” Harry gasped as he tried to control himself. Draco’s smile grew and he wrapped his legs around Harry to adjust their position. Harry’s mouth fell open slightly and he found himself again. He started pulling and pushing, trying to get a smooth rhythm going but it was hard.

Draco felt every movement send waves of pleasure over him and soon a fire lit inside of his body. He wanted Harry faster and harder. He cried out and gyrated into his lover’s movements to get the most out of them. Harry pushed in more roughly and leaned over to change the angle. He wrapped his hand around Draco’s erection to pump in the same rhythm but he didn’t have to.

“Fuck, Harry!” Draco screamed as Harry hit that spot inside of him and he felt fireworks explode behind his eyes as he climaxed.

“Yes, Draco!” Harry cried out after one more thrust. He spilled out into Draco and then collapsed on top of him, unable to hold himself up any longer. They were both panting hard. “I love you, Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry,” he replied breathlessly. He brought his arm around Harry and sighed happily.

After a few minutes, Harry pulled himself up and laid himself down next to his lover so they were eye to eye. He blinked sleepily at the blond and smiled. Draco kissed him softly and smiled too.

“Harry, I’m sorry,” Draco said suddenly. He hadn’t intended to say this now but he found that he couldn’t help himself. Harry’s eyes opened completely and he looked curiously at Draco.

“About what?” he asked softly. Draco kissed his forehead.

“Everything that’s happened with Hydra and the kids,” he explained. “I’ve caused a lot of trouble for you and you’ve been picking up the pieces all along. You shouldn’t have had to do that.”

Harry laughed softly and shook his head. Draco didn’t understand.

“Draco, love,” Harry told him quietly. “You should know by now that’s what I do.” He gazed happily into Draco’s silver eyes. “I take care of those I love. I protect them.” He looked away for a moment then gave Draco a sad smile. “I’ve missed it.”

“What do you mean?” Draco wondered. He played slowly with Harry’s hair. The man hesitated.

“Ginny didn’t often need my help,” he explained very softly. “In the beginning she did but soon after we had James, she stopped. I know the dangers had passed but she didn’t want me to help much with the baby, or even make dinner. She just told me she could take care of things and I would just mess them up anyway.” He sighed. “She stopped letting me be myself for a long time.”

Draco bit his lip and shut his eyes, pulling Harry close to him. He thought that talk of Ginny Weasley might ruin their moment, or bring awkwardness into their relationship but it hadn’t. Harry’s voice wasn’t tainted with longing or discomfort, only hurt. Draco wanted to heal that.

“Should I fire the House-elves?” Draco mused softly. Harry snorted and shook his head. “You can take care of me all you like, Harry. I’m pretty high-maintenance.”

“Yes, I noticed,” Harry laughed, drawing lines down Draco’s back.

“But what if I want to take care of you?” the blond asked quietly. Harry looked up with wide green eyes and stared intently into Draco’s grey ones for a long while before offering a pleasant smile.

“Then I guess that’s a fair trade,” he admitted bemusedly. Draco shook his head with a smirk.

“It’s never a fair trade with a Malfoy,” he explained, kissing Harry’s lips gently.

“I can change that too,” he challenged mischievously. Draco wriggled in his arms and laughed quietly as they lay together. “So where do we go from here?”

He sat and considered those words for a long while. Draco always had a plan. He always knew where to go, what to do, how to do it. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to achieve it. He had wanted Harry and he had him now, after all, and Harry Potter was the unattainable. But as he mulled over the possibilities he realized that bringing Harry into his life had also let in the chance to have no plan at all. He had welcomed spontaneity into his life with open arms.

Draco smiled at the realization and gave Harry a long and passionate kiss.

“Honestly,” he admitted with more pleasure than he could describe. “I don’t know.”

--- The End ---

A/N: It’s DONE! ZOMG IT’S DONE! *does happy dance* Seriously! I hope you all enjoyed it! I had fun writing it and it served often as therapy for me with everything that has been going on in my life. I hope I’ve answered all your questions. I think I have, anyway.

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