Here In Your Arms

The radio alarm has turned on, and I sit up abruptly to turn it off, and dive back under the covers to a still sleepy Harry, who’s ever so warm.

“You’re such a cuddle slut.” He tells me.

“I’m the cuddle slut?! Since when?”

“Since I said so.” He bats at my arm playfully.

“I guess I should get up if I want to get to London by two, huh?”

“Perhaps.”

I move in for a kiss, but my lips meet Harry’s palm.

“Ick! Morning breath!”

“Well then, I’ll have to go fix that.” I roll out of bed and start towards the bathroom, taking the duvet with me. Harry protests sulkily and suddenly doesn’t want me to leave the bed. “Now you want to kiss me!”

“If I can have the covers back then yes!” We make the trade, the blanket for a quick snog. I shower and brush my teeth then put on my house robe so I don’t soil my business cloths before I leave.

I find my sweet brunet flipping pancakes. I sneak up behind him and place my hands on his eyes. I try to disguise my voice. “Guess who?” I whisper breathily in his ear.

“Umm, let’s see, could it be Seamus? No it wouldn’t be him…umm, I dunno, could it be Draco?”

“Damn, you guessed, you get a prize!” I kiss him deeply and taste coffee on his tongue.

“Well now, we’ll have to play that game more often.” He licks a path from my jaw to my ear then turns around casually and takes the last pancake from the pan and onto the stack. “Grab the cutlery and syrup will you?”

After a peaceful, filling breakfast, we head up stairs so Harry can help me dress, even lint rolls all my cloths. How horse hair ends up on everything we own, I’ll never know.

“What are you going to do while I’m gone?”

“I’m not sure, perhaps go into town and find a few boys to have an orgy with.” He would never; he just loves to try to make me sweat.

“Well then, keep them around until I get back, and it’ll be even better!” I kiss him and put on my shoes.

He walks me out to my car and gives me a good luck kiss, waves as I back out of the drive, and stands with his arms crossed, looking at me almost like I’m leaving for good.

***

I arrive at the address Seamus gave me and park in the underground. I make my way to the fourteenth floor as instructed. A large reception desk is in the lobby, a plump brunette with bright lipstick and big fake lashes sitting behind it talking into a headset.

“Hello,” she says. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m here to see Bruce Milton and Seamus Finnegan. Draco Malfoy.” I reply smoothly.

“Right away, sir.” She presses the intercom button. “Mr. Milton, a Draco Malfoy is here to see you.”

“Yes let him in!” A deep voice barks back.

She gets up and walks me over to a large set of oak doors and opens them. I nod a thank you at her and notice her shoes clash badly with her skirt.

“Ah, Draco!” Seamus nearly pounces on me but I hold out a hand to stop him.

“Seamus!” I smile and shake his hand.

“So then, let’s get down to business.” Bruce cuts in. “Seamus here has been telling me about this song and how badly he wants it. He and the rest of the band have already played it for me, and I would very much like to buy these rights, full out.”

I nod and listen carefully, taking in the man as he speaks. His belly is large, and his build matches his deep voice. He’s not physically attractive, but he commands attention. He’s intelligent and knows how to do business.

But once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy. And if a man with a corner office as big as a small house wants something of yours, I know to negotiate. I can see Seamus wringing his hands out of the corner of my eye. No worries, he’ll get his song, but I’m going to have some fun first.

***

Several hours and thousands of dollars later, we’d come to an agreement. Now I just needed to get out of the city, and if I am lucky I’ll be able to get home before Harry crashes on the couch. It was already past dark, and a good two hour drive home. And as it would be tonight, luck was not with me.

A huge pile up blocks the highway with about a four hour delay, so I decide to take the side and back roads. I pick up my mobile to call Harry and notice it had just died. Great, just fucking great. I’m going to be hours late with no way to let Harry know I’m okay. I’m never going to hear the end of this one.

I drive, and drive some more. Finally I get back to my town, exhausted and slightly pissed. And I didn’t realize how little gas I had left. God damnit! This is just not my day, or perhaps, it was, but it’s taken a turn. As long as I make it to the gas station on the next block I’ll be okay. Please Merlin, just let me make it. My car sputters to a stop just as I pull in front of the pump. Well maybe my day hasn’t been so bad after all. I fill up and start towards home yet again.

It’s just past midnight. I left at eleven thirty this morning. Harry was expecting me home for dinner. If he’s awake I expect a tackle-hug, and if he’s asleep, he’s not sleeping well.

I park my car in the garage and go in through the side kitchen door. I can hear the TV; he must have fallen asleep waiting up for me. The late night news is on reporting the accident I had to go around. I flick it off and turn my attention to the blue lump on the couch that is obviously Harry. He’s wrapped up in the humongous blue blanket, swimming, almost looking lost. He’s whimpering something…kind of sounds like ‘no’. I run my fingertips across his forehead and his whimpering subsides. I’m exhausted, and don’t wait to wake Harry, nor move him, so I decide to push him over slightly and cuddle up under the fuzzy blanky. I toe off my shoes and kiss the brunet’s ear.

I can’t believe how in love with him I am, even though we’ve been together all these years. As I drift off, I nuzzle into the fine hair at the base of his neck and breathe in the scent that is purely love.


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