Secondhand Robes: Epilogue

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write…are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.


Secondhand Robes: The Epilogue (part 6)


Harry pored over the pile of tomes in front of him. The unfortunate side of this hasty education in all things sensual was the way it made him blush. He may have been alone in his room, but some of the things in these books were just mind boggling!

’Holy Christ! I didn’t even know people could fit together that way! WHOA! Illustrated even! Yes!’

It had been a trying week to say the least. Draco had shown up a half hour late for Monday morning’s Potions class, bringing the wrath of Snape down on both of them. Harry wouldn’t have been involved in it at all, if Nott hadn’t passed along the rumors of Harry and Draco’s weekend tryst directly to Snape. The professor had turned crimson, insisted Nott shut his mouth, given Draco detention, and stripped ten points from Gryffindor when Harry attempted to protest.

Draco had been mildly snarky with Harry all day and the day after, and due to their respective soreness, they’d forgone sex in favor of some make-up snogging.

With the approach of their NEWTS, both boys were under pressure to study their books more than their bodies, and it was getting difficult in the extreme just to meet at night.

By Wednesday, Draco had finally broken down and let Harry talk him into a quick and savage shag up against the wall of an empty classroom. Harry’d had several days to recover from their earlier efforts, and was almost frantic with desire by then. The glorious and much missed feeling of Draco’s cock inside him had Harry coming hard and copiously in mere minutes, and Draco hadn’t been far behind him. It may have been hastier and more impromptu than their night in the Room Of Requirement, but it was just as satisfying, especially given their limited amount of free time.

Harry closed his eyes, remembering exactly how it felt to press his palms against cool stone, trousers at his ankles, while Draco held his hips firmly, thrusting fast and deep into a body that practically begged him for as much as he could deliver.

His mind drifted back to the sensation of Draco’s balls pressing against the back of Harry’s own each time Draco pushed his cock deeply into Harry, and how, when the pace had quickened, his lover’s hips slapped softly against the cheeks of Harry’s arse.

Draco’s hand had slithered under Harry’s waist, reaching until it met Harry’s twitching cock. It had taken so little. Just a minute of gentle manipulation, and Harry had been coming, pushing himself back into Draco’s thrusts, clenching tightly around the thick warmth of Draco’s cock, pulling his lover closer to the brink with every poorly muffled cry of pleasure.

He’d loved the way it felt when Draco came inside of him, cock pulsing and twitching, buried deeply in Harry’s body, unloading days of tension and hunger into Harry, and sating the one he loved completely. He’d made Draco whimper when he tightened his muscles a few times, claiming even the last drops of seed as his own.

Harry had no intention of ever giving up the pleasure he took from that moment. Not now, not ever. There were, however, other pleasures he had never indulged in, and he was taking notes furiously.

He wanted Draco’s first time as a bottom to be as sensational as his own, but he was by no means settling for some reversed mirror image of their past weekend. Draco hadn’t been able to put a weeks worth of time into these books, and there were more than a few worthy notions that they hadn’t even approached or considered yet. Someday, Harry meant to try them all, but for now, he’d settle for a smattering of the most appealing.

Besides, he had nothing better to do than study and plan. Draco had adamantly refused to have any more sex until Saturday night, since he insisted on being better rested and prepared for a lover he teasingly referred to as ‘a demanding little hussy’. It had been gentle mockery, delivered with a smile and a kiss, and it hadn’t really stung.

‘Still unfair though! It’s not my fault I get so horny around him. It’s how I am! I wasn’t like this until we had sex. How was I supposed to know I’d have the horn this bad once I’d had a little taste? That’s all I’m saying!’

Harry huffed petulantly, then buried his nose in the books again, letting the marvelous suggestions within take root in his imagination. Damn, but he owed Hermione for this one!

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Draco lounged nervously in the Slytherin commons. It was Friday night, and the other students were in study mode before the weekend. Draco had little difficulty with classwork, and could afford a little more leisure than most, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t busy. He just other things on his mind at the moment. Like Harry.

It had seemed like a grand thing this past weekend, but he was having a few second thoughts now. Not awful ones, just tiny nagging doubts that crept from the back of his mind up to the front.

’What if it does hurt? I know Harry loves it, but his is thicker than mine…especially right at the head. What’ll it feel like going inside me? It looked so easy when he was there, and gods, but he looked good when he came. He swore it was the most amazing thing he ever felt, but am I really going to like it like he does? If it hurts, I don’t want him to feel like he’s not good…would I wind up smiling while I really want to scream? Fuck! This is complete bullshit. It’s Harry. It practically can’t be bad! Can it?’

Either way, he’d know by tomorrow night. Draco may have been a little uncomfortable with the notion of surrendering himself completely to another person, allowing them total control over him, but this wasn’t just another person, this was Harry! There was no way he’d miss their rendezvous. Not for gold or glory. He loved Harry, and he knew it more absolutely than ever before. Whatever it took, his new full time job was making his gorgeous, green eyed boyfriend happy, and that was all there was to it.

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Saturday night had come at last. Draco had made up his mind to be early this time, and frankly, he’d taken several precautions ahead of time.

He’d actually broken down and sheepishly experimented with his fingers that afternoon, trying to get comfortable with the idea of something entering him via a route traditionally considered to be an exit. It had been embarrassing, and quite uncomfortable, and certainly nothing he’d have thought of without having a solid reason to, but it hadn’t been all bad.

He’d also brought a potion he’d brewed during his Monday detention. Snape had left him largely to his own devices once his irritation had worn off, and Draco had quickly brewed a powerful lubricant, much stronger than ‘Lubricus’ provided, with additional ’properties’.

He’d gotten the recipe from the book pile Granger had given him, and even though he wrote it down, he hadn’t the time to make use of it before his tryst with Harry last week. Now he had a full bottle of the stuff, and it ought to prove quite useful.

This lubricant was laced with modest aphrodisiacs, as well as a mildly anesthetic salve that only diminished pain and relaxed muscles, rather than shutting down sensation altogether. It had been listed in the book as the ideal substance for a situation like this, allowing virgins unaccustomed to entry to more fully enjoy the experience.

Draco hadn’t tested it, but he was certain that it was right. The recipe hadn’t been terribly hard to follow. It was just that exposure to air after completion reduced its efficacy very quickly. He hadn’t risked its potency for tonight by opening it, and when he did use it, it would need to be resealed quickly after.

His final precaution had been the most humiliating. He’d made use of a Potion Of Elimination about an hour ago, and his body had quickly done just that, eliminating any stray waste within him in minutes, just before he took a shower and dressed for his meeting with Harry. It was rather gross to think of, but at least it guaranteed his hygiene would be impeccable.

He’d made it to the Room almost an hour early, and conjured up the image of the setting that he and Harry had enjoyed a week ago. He probably had at least a half hour before Harry arrived, so Draco concentrated on adjusting the ambiance of the room to suit his mood. Then he started peeling away his robes.

Draco had stripped himself of his robes and his coat and tie, as well as his belt and shoes, but oddly he didn’t feel like greeting Harry naked, as Harry had done for him. It seemed a little insipid, but he was feeling a bit edgy, and rather preferred the idea of Harry helping peel away the last of the clothing after they’d gotten a bit more comfortable.

Draco sniffed petulantly. ‘I’m the one getting shagged tonight. I can have this my way if I want to!’

Draco suddenly cracked up, chortling into his own hand. There was a thought he'd never have imagined thinking to himself in a million years. It made the situation slip into perspective really. His life was very different from the one he‘d lived a year ago, and Harry had made all the difference in it, all for the better. It was hard to be afraid when he thought of things like that.

Draco leaned back on the comfortable bed that they’d shared a week ago. Maybe it was because the Room read his need, or maybe it was just a memory of his own that leapt to mind under the circumstances, but he swore could smell Harry’s scent on the pillow.

Draco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Cheap soap, Quidditch callous salve, leather oil, a faint hint of peppery sweat, and a delicate wisp of something sweetly musk-like, that must have been a part of Harry’s body chemistry, since Draco recalled it being always present, but always faint. Those were the scents of his lover, and he knew them intimately. He also cherished every one of them.

He couldn’t remember falling asleep. It just happened at some point. A little too much tension had slid away, and without that nervous energy, he’d relaxed enough to drift into a light doze, colored by dreams of kisses and soft dark skin that felt like heaven next to his own.

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Harry arrived a quarter hour later than planned, despite having planned to be early. First, Hermione had insisted on a chat before he left, albeit a short one. It had been pleasant enough, and it was good to talk so comfortably with his friends again, but he’d been on edge all day and really just wanted to find the Room and see Draco as soon as possible.

It hadn’t ended there. He’d had a run in with Peeves the Poltergeist, and the resulting noise and chaos had forced him to don his Cloak and flee the other way. If it hadn’t been for his Map, he’d never have made it without running into Filch and Mrs. Norris!

All in all, it had been an extremely frustrating process, getting to the Room where Draco was surely waiting for him. Given the importance of the night, Harry didn’t want to do anything to spoil the mood, especially since it had been almost three whole days since they’d had sex of any kind, and Harry was ready to burst at the mere sight of his boyfriend, actual sex notwithstanding!

Harry walked the required paces before the door of the Room, and when the door shimmered into reality, he stepped inside and stopped right where he was, smiling wide and just looking with quiet appreciation.

Draco was curled on the day bed they’d shared before, undressed just enough to be comfortable, and curled on his side, arms wrapped around the pillow that looked like he held it as a surrogate for his absent boyfriend.

Blond hair, slightly mussed, fanned across the surface of the pillow, and Draco’s face, in slumber, was crossed by a tiny smile of satisfaction, as if his dreams were sweet and good. He looked much younger like this, unhardened by tough times and difficult choices. Harry’s heart soared at the sight of his sleeping lover, and it seemed a terrible shame to wake him.

’God, I love him. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. I’m the only one who’s ever seen him like this. Only his parent’s have ever watched him sleep. All the people in this castle, and I’m the only one that’s ever seen this sight. I used to think I was cursed. Unlucky. Bullshit. I can’t imagine anyone that’s ever been as lucky as I have.’

Harry stopped his musing and quietly peeled away his clothes. If Draco was that tired, Harry would just strip to his underclothes and slip some covers over them. Missing the sex was one thing, but no night that included Draco in his arms could ever be called a failure.

Waking next to Draco for the first time last week had been one of the most joyful moments of Harry’s life so far. It would be a poor repayment of that to demand more under circumstances like these. Besides, he loved being next to Draco, clothes on or off.

Harry got onto the bed from the other side, trying very hard to be gentle and quiet. He slipped a soft sheet over the both of them, then slid a little closer to Draco’s back, softly slipping an arm around his still slumbering lover.

He could smell the expensive hair products Draco always used. Weird oils and exotic fruits and such. Not really Harry’s style, but the scent of them always made him happy now. They meant that Draco was near, and that was a pleasure in itself.

Harry craned himself just a little and kissed the back of Draco’s neck. A soft little purr of contentment came from Draco, who scooted back a few inches, pressing his body tight against Harry’s, even in his sleep. Then, with a sleepy sigh of contentment, he settled back into the soft breaths that indicated deep and comfortable sleep.

Harry drifted to sleep with Draco in his arms, wonderfully aware of the closeness and warmth that came of being curled around the one he loved more than anything in the world. Whatever may have been in the ‘plan’, this night was still a miracle to him, and he wouldn’t have changed it, even if he could.


TBC!