Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)
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No Excuse
Chapter Number/Total: 8/40
Chapter Title: No Excuse
Words: 3560 Words
Harry was dressed in nice black clothes. They weren't Muggle brand, but one couldn't tell. After having taken Aunt Petunia and Mrs Granger home to speak to police (which had indeed been helped along quite a bit with magic), and to plan the funerals for Uncle Vernon, Dudley, and Mr Granger, the day had finally come for one of the funerals to actually take place. Dudley's and Uncle Vernon's. Harry had insisted on paying for everything after Draco had said he would, and Aunt Petunia had tearfully accepted, though she had been doing everything tearfully. Harry didn't even truly know why he was doing all this for her.
Hermione had helped him order a Limo to take Aunt Petunia, Draco, and himself to the funeral home, and Aunt Petunia had been silent the entire ride there. In fact, she hadn't truly opened her mouth since the day she'd come to stay with Harry. As they pulled up and Harry looked out the window, he could see Aunt Marge blubbering into a handful of tissues. He took a very determined breath, hardly able to believe he was about to willingly enter into this, but he was. The driver got out to open the door for them and Harry helped his aunt out, taking another deep breath as he shot a glance at his husband, wondering if he looked as out of place as he felt.
No one would be surprised to find that Draco had never spent much time around Muggles. Nor, probably, that it made him exceedingly uncomfortable. He sat quietly beside his husband. That was the point of this, after all, to be there for Harry. Harry was kinder to his aunt than most would be under the circumstances, and certainly kinder than she deserved given their past, but that was no surprise to Draco. He would back Harry no matter what, even if it meant attending a Muggle funeral for two of the most obnoxious people he had ever met. So be it.
Harry walked Aunt Petunia to the door, where some of the funeral directors were standing, looking sombrely around at people, like they probably did very often.
The parlour of the place was rather ornate, and filled with people Harry recognised. He saw Aunt Marge again, of course, and friends of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He also saw Dudley's friends and their parents. Piers threw him a filthy look when they made eye contact, as if it were Harry's fault that his best friend was dead. Harry wasn't surprised. He had expected to be looked at like that here.
Draco stood close, just beside and slightly behind Harry's left shoulder. Some of it was training, leaving Harry's wand-hand free if needed. The rest was being as close as he dared but letting Harry take the lead.
A few people looked confused to see Harry there at all as they came to give their condolences to Aunt Petunia, and they all looked confusedly at Draco, eyeing him suspiciously. Harry could tell from the looks what they were all thinking, and he wanted to shout at them all that, yes, he was with a bloke, but he only trudged through it, nodding as people gave him falsely polite greetings.
He held very still as Aunt Marge's still-blubbering form came over to hug Aunt Petunia tightly. She was almost Hagrid-like with her wailing and Harry prayed that she wouldn't notice him. But, of course, she did.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him in a carrying whisper. "You don't have the right to set foot on this floor. Disgracing your aunt like this, after all she's done for you." She gave Draco a look similar to the one she was giving Harry.
Harry merely clenched his teeth and looked away.
"Marge, it's fine," Aunt Petunia said quietly. "He's here by my request."
Both Harry and Aunt Marge gave Aunt Petunia surprised looks.
Draco had been scowling and considering whether or not he could non-verbally hex the woman and get away with it, when Petunia spoke up. He cocked his head, waiting to see what would happen next.
Aunt Marge's surprise turned into a somewhat angry confusion within a few seconds. "Petunia, what-"
But Aunt Petunia shook her head firmly without another word, tears brimming in her eyes as they often did.
Harry was confused too and could hardly believe his eyes when Aunt Marge simply gave him a dirty look and stepped away from Aunt Petunia, still obviously shocked.
"It's not the time for that now," Aunt Petunia said seemingly to herself as she dabbed at her eyes, but Harry got the feeling that that wasn't the only reason she'd stopped Aunt Marge. He was once again feeling very out of place, and entirely unsure how to act. He wanted to reach for Draco, but didn't want to start anything here, and he knew it was possible that doing anything even remotely resembling 'couple behaviour' would indeed start something.
Soon, they were let into the actual room with the caskets. Aunt Petunia began sobbing and was immediately comforted by the surrounding people and Harry was able to step back. He didn't want to get too close to the bodies at all. They looked stiff. Makeup had been put on them to try and help conceal death, but they looked very dead to Harry. He felt anger at their deaths. Killing them had been pointless and he couldn't think it enough. Completely pointless. They weren't people who were close to him. They weren't people that had been any danger to Voldemort. They weren't even people Harry liked, and yet they'd been killed, thoughtlessly.
Draco had wanted to say something to the rude Muggle or Harry's aunt. But it wasn't his place. His place, he reminded himself, was beside his husband. Husband and child. He stood straight with his head held high and right hand ready in case of trouble. He looked everyone over. He probably looked arrogant, but that was fine with him.
Harry sat with Draco near the back, which he was glad of. He was in the room if Aunt Petunia ... needed him, but far enough that he could be out of the way, which most of these people preferred. He let out a quiet humourless snort when he thought about the fact that most of these men and women, if not all of them, thought him to be a troubled, deranged person from St. Brutus's. At least he could sit close to Draco through the long service, listening to the sniffling and then the - Harry couldn't help thinking it - ridiculous eulogies about how great Dudley and Uncle Vernon were. But he sat there quietly, he and Draco having paid for the entire thing and not even able to touch each other.
Draco sat beside Harry, hand almost itching to slide around and stroke his belly. It was such a compulsion now that he had to focus not to do it. He made a fist and tried to keep his eyes on the room. The words he just tuned out.
Harry wasn't sure how long they had actually sat there, though it felt like forever. There was to be a lunch served afterwards, but Harry didn't want to go, and not only that, he didn't want to ruin things with his presence. It was a wonder to him that two people had died, and everyone still found it in themselves to judge him, even now. He was going to suggest to Aunt Petunia that he and Draco leave to eat somewhere else after dropping her off and then come back to get her with the car later.
As everyone milled about in the parlour room after the service, Harry approached Aunt Petunia when a group of her friends dispersed and cleared his throat quietly. "Erm, Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes?" she answered meekly.
"I thought it might be better if Draco and I went somewhere else for lunch. I won't go anywhere if you don't want me to, but I just ... well, like I said, I thought it would be better."
She stared at him.
"We can drop you off and then come to pick you back up when it's over," Harry continued. "I thought you might just like some time alone with ... everyone."
Draco cocked his head again, watching the exchange and keeping an eye on the nearby door. This may have been the longest he had been in a room with Harry without touching him since they had gotten married, and it was wearing on his nerves.
Harry waited for an answer, eyes on his aunt.
"You can drop me off, but after that ... I'm just going to go home," she said finally, not quite meeting his eyes.
Harry frowned. "But you're very welcome at my place, and you'll be safe there," he said.
"No," she said, a slight flush on her face. "I'm going to go home."
Harry frowned again.
"I ... thank you for ... everything you've done ...." And then she promptly began crying again.
Harry's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. He stood completely still for a moment before he began trying to awkwardly comfort her.
Draco frowned. He had no reason to comfort the woman. He didn't even particularly like her.
Just as suddenly as she'd started crying, Aunt Petunia stopped, though tears were still falling. She stood nearly as straight as Draco, looking firmly at a spot on the floor a little past Harry. "I thank you for everything you've done," she said again, voice oddly quick. "But after the lunch there won't be any need to pick me up. Mr and Mrs Polkiss are going to take me home. I need to go home." There was a small bit of emphasis on the word "need".
And then Harry understood. The flush on Aunt Petunia's face made sense. Obviously, he couldn't be sure, but it seemed that she was ashamed to stay with him. Ashamed to take what he was willing to give her. He was silent for a few moments before simply giving a nod. "Okay."
She met his eyes then, and he could see that what he thought was right. Her flush deepened a little. "Thank you," she said again, voice still odd. And Harry realised that that was probably as close to an apology as he would get. The only one she knew how to give. He nodded, walking over to the door to open it for her. She quickly made her way out, eyes on the ground again as more tears escaped her without a sound.
Draco watched her leave, and with a sigh, reached for Harry. All the relatives had left now and they were alone in the room.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and closed his eyes. It had been a rather long morning for him.
One arm came up around Harry's shoulders, silver fingers cupping the back of his head and the other hand, Draco slid between them to rest on Harry's belly, bending his head to capture his mouth with his own.
Harry sighed, kissing Draco back and wishing they didn't have to leave the room just yet, even though they were standing in a funeral home.
Draco pulled back from the kiss to smile down at his husband. "May I pay my last respects?" he said with a kind of evil smile on his lips.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he said, only a small bit wary.
"Wait here if you like," Draco whispered.
Harry's forehead wrinkled with his frown and he wondered what Draco could possibly mean. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
"You don't trust me?" Draco asked, smirking.
Harry rolled his eyes a bit. "Of course," he said.
Draco kissed Harry's forehead and stepped back, turning and making his way past the chairs to where the bodies were.
Harry leaned on the door frame, watching Draco curiously.
Draco stood looking down at the two dead men. First, he stepped up to Dudley and scowled. "You may not have deserved this, but you never earned better either," he told the dead face. Then he moved to Vernon's. "You did deserve this and worse," he said softly. "You took into your home an innocent child who was given into your care, and you treated his trust with contempt. I met that child. There is absolutely nothing that excuses your abuse. Your life was a waste." He took a deep breath and spat on the corpse before turning and walking back to his husband.
Harry's eyebrows were very slightly raised, but he didn't say anything. He pulled Draco to him and simply hugged him for a few moments. "We should probably get going," he said quietly.
They made their way out of the building and to the waiting Limo. Draco's fingers itched and he knew they were being watched. He hoped it was only the Muggles.
Harry climbed into the car through the door the driver was holding open again. He sat far enough away from Aunt Petunia for her to be comfortable, but also for himself as well.
It took a short while to get to the restaurant, and Aunt Petunia and Harry stared at each other for what felt like a long time before she went to get out. "Goodbye, Harry," she said, and Harry figured it was probably the last time he would ever see her. He watched her head in through the doors out the window and then sat back against the seat.
Their chauffeur closed the door again when it was apparent that they weren't going to get out and then lowered the divider between the front and back seats when he got in himself. "Where to, chaps?" he asked, looking in the rear-view mirror.
"Just back to where you picked us up from," Harry said with a sigh.
The man nodded and began pulling out, heading onto the road again.
"Raise the divider and don't interrupt us until we say so," Draco added, and the driver did as he was told.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco then, eyebrows raised again.
"I have had hours of not touching you," Draco said, beginning to unbutton his own shirt.
A slow smile spread across Harry's lips, his eyelids dropping a bit. He raised his hands to begin unbuttoning his shirt too. "Good thing it'll take a while to get home," he said, voice already gone deeper.
Draco stripped quickly, his pale skin contrasting with the dark interior of the car. He watched Harry hungrily, his own cock hardening quickly at the look in the other man's eyes.
Harry tossed his shirt, wiggling out of his trousers as fast as he could without injuring himself in the enclosed space. He crawled across the seat to Draco on hands and knees before kissing him. Good thing the windows were tinted, or else everyone passing by would be getting a very good view of Harry's arse.
Draco arched into Harry, lips against his lover's and hands reaching to caress his back and arse.
"Mmm," Harry sighed, running his tongue inside Draco's mouth and moaning again as his skin was touched.
Draco moaned, the feeling of Harry's tongue inside his mouth exactly what he needed. Well, the beginning at least.
"Is there anywhere we haven't fucked?" Harry asked, kissing hotly along Draco's jaw now.
"Haven't done moving vehicles, yet," Draco whispered. "Should make a list and work on it."
Harry hummed with amusement. "Is it possible on a broomstick?" he whispered, licking Draco's earlobe now.
Draco chuckled. "With you, anything is possible," he said. "But you still owe me something on a train."
Harry smiled, licking back along Draco's jaw to his mouth. "Yes, I suppose I do," he said against his lips.
Draco licked Harry's lips, running his hands along the curve of his back and then squeezing his arse again.
Harry smiled slyly as his tongue swirled with Draco's. "Is that the signal for 'fuck me now', or are you wanting my arse?" he asked, breathing into Draco's mouth.
"Oh, yes, please fuck me," Draco answered. Drawing back enough to smile at him, he said, "I know I am a wicked Slytherin, but I kept wanting you to bend me over and fuck me in front of those uptight sanctimonious arses at the funeral."
"God, I love how hot you are," Harry said, laughing a bit at the imagined looks of the faces in his head if he had really bent Draco over and fucked him. He lubed his fingers with the spell, moving his hand between their bodies to prepare him.
"Hot for you," Draco said, smirking and spreading his legs more to give Harry better access.
Harry smiled, loving Draco's ability to make him feel better no matter what. He was very much enjoying this verbal, playful sex after his dull, awful morning. He slipped fingers inside Draco, still smiling, but giving a short moan too at the feeling.
Draco spread his legs so far that one leg was up on the back of the seat and the other stretched onto the floor. He gasped and his cock bobbed at Harry's touch.
"You look fucking good like this," Harry told him, moving his fingers. "Maybe we should buy a car just so we can fuck in it."
"As you wish," Draco said, and then moaned, arching his hips up.
"Mmm, as I wish," Harry whispered, spreading himself over Draco as his fingers slipped out and then slicked his cock to slip that in. "I get the feeling you'd do anything I wished," he said into Draco's ear.
"Yes, yours, remember," Draco said, moaning again when Harry's fingers pulled out. "Yes, take me anywhere, anytime."
"Of course, I remember," Harry said, rubbing his cock against Draco's entrance and letting out a groan.
Draco gasped again, trying to arch up enough to impale himself on that teasing cock. He opened darkened grey eyes to look into Harry's face.
Harry bit his lip at Draco's look, sliding gently inside him with a long moan. "You have no idea how good you feel," he breathed, eyes locked on Draco's.
Draco's eyelids fluttered and he moaned along with his lover. "How could I feel with you inside me?" he finally managed.
Harry smiled again, his lips parted as he panted. "How could you feel anyway?" he asked. "Unless you've - mmm - got some very special powers, I'm pretty sure you can't fuck yourself."
Figuring out how to answer that was too much for Draco at the moment, his body clenching and writhing with Harry's cock inside him. "More, please," he begged.
Harry lowered his lips to Draco's as he thrust with his hips, cock twitching inside and heat spreading out through his body.
Draco smiled up at the sunroof, watching the January sky slide by the glass behind his husband's head. "Gods, yes," he said, relaxing his body against the leather seat.
Harry looked with adoration at Draco's face as he fucked him, moving his hips at a steady, slow pace, his back arching a bit with each smooth slide in.
There was something gloriously sensuous about the rocking movements of the car as a complement to the rocking of his husband's hips as he fucked him.
Harry could've watched Draco forever. There was just ... something about his face right then. Something so beautiful it made Harry's heart ache. "I'm mad for you," he whispered. "Completely mad."
"Yes," Draco said with a smirk, hands still clutching at Harry's back. As green eyes shined down on him there were flashes of memory from what seemed like a lifetime of wanting that gaze on him and he was arching up, coming hard.
Harry gasped as Draco came, not having expected it. He thrust harder into him, quicker. And within a few minutes, he was coming too, managing not to shout too loudly.
When Harry thrust hard, body shuddering, Draco wrapped his legs around his hips and held on. Harry's cock and magic filled him again, the power rolling through Draco. He rode it, Harry's orgasm prolonging his own.
Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder, panting and sweaty. He kissed his husband's salty skin and smiled, feeling perfect.
Draco lay beneath him, petting Harry's sweaty back and carding long fingers through his messy hair. "I meant it," he said softly.
"Meant what?" Harry asked, eyes closed as their bodies were gently rocked with the car's movements.
"It was wrong, very wrong what they did," he whispered.
Harry took in a deep breath of Draco's skin and nodded against it. "I suppose," he said quietly. "I've said it, but it was wrong how you were treated too." Harry thought Draco was treated even worse than himself, but he didn't say so.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair again. "Not suppose, know it," he said.
Harry took in another breath and gave another nod. He kissed Draco's skin once more, hoping they still had a while in the car.
Chapter Title: No Excuse
Words: 3560 Words
Harry was dressed in nice black clothes. They weren't Muggle brand, but one couldn't tell. After having taken Aunt Petunia and Mrs Granger home to speak to police (which had indeed been helped along quite a bit with magic), and to plan the funerals for Uncle Vernon, Dudley, and Mr Granger, the day had finally come for one of the funerals to actually take place. Dudley's and Uncle Vernon's. Harry had insisted on paying for everything after Draco had said he would, and Aunt Petunia had tearfully accepted, though she had been doing everything tearfully. Harry didn't even truly know why he was doing all this for her.
Hermione had helped him order a Limo to take Aunt Petunia, Draco, and himself to the funeral home, and Aunt Petunia had been silent the entire ride there. In fact, she hadn't truly opened her mouth since the day she'd come to stay with Harry. As they pulled up and Harry looked out the window, he could see Aunt Marge blubbering into a handful of tissues. He took a very determined breath, hardly able to believe he was about to willingly enter into this, but he was. The driver got out to open the door for them and Harry helped his aunt out, taking another deep breath as he shot a glance at his husband, wondering if he looked as out of place as he felt.
No one would be surprised to find that Draco had never spent much time around Muggles. Nor, probably, that it made him exceedingly uncomfortable. He sat quietly beside his husband. That was the point of this, after all, to be there for Harry. Harry was kinder to his aunt than most would be under the circumstances, and certainly kinder than she deserved given their past, but that was no surprise to Draco. He would back Harry no matter what, even if it meant attending a Muggle funeral for two of the most obnoxious people he had ever met. So be it.
Harry walked Aunt Petunia to the door, where some of the funeral directors were standing, looking sombrely around at people, like they probably did very often.
The parlour of the place was rather ornate, and filled with people Harry recognised. He saw Aunt Marge again, of course, and friends of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He also saw Dudley's friends and their parents. Piers threw him a filthy look when they made eye contact, as if it were Harry's fault that his best friend was dead. Harry wasn't surprised. He had expected to be looked at like that here.
Draco stood close, just beside and slightly behind Harry's left shoulder. Some of it was training, leaving Harry's wand-hand free if needed. The rest was being as close as he dared but letting Harry take the lead.
A few people looked confused to see Harry there at all as they came to give their condolences to Aunt Petunia, and they all looked confusedly at Draco, eyeing him suspiciously. Harry could tell from the looks what they were all thinking, and he wanted to shout at them all that, yes, he was with a bloke, but he only trudged through it, nodding as people gave him falsely polite greetings.
He held very still as Aunt Marge's still-blubbering form came over to hug Aunt Petunia tightly. She was almost Hagrid-like with her wailing and Harry prayed that she wouldn't notice him. But, of course, she did.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him in a carrying whisper. "You don't have the right to set foot on this floor. Disgracing your aunt like this, after all she's done for you." She gave Draco a look similar to the one she was giving Harry.
Harry merely clenched his teeth and looked away.
"Marge, it's fine," Aunt Petunia said quietly. "He's here by my request."
Both Harry and Aunt Marge gave Aunt Petunia surprised looks.
Draco had been scowling and considering whether or not he could non-verbally hex the woman and get away with it, when Petunia spoke up. He cocked his head, waiting to see what would happen next.
Aunt Marge's surprise turned into a somewhat angry confusion within a few seconds. "Petunia, what-"
But Aunt Petunia shook her head firmly without another word, tears brimming in her eyes as they often did.
Harry was confused too and could hardly believe his eyes when Aunt Marge simply gave him a dirty look and stepped away from Aunt Petunia, still obviously shocked.
"It's not the time for that now," Aunt Petunia said seemingly to herself as she dabbed at her eyes, but Harry got the feeling that that wasn't the only reason she'd stopped Aunt Marge. He was once again feeling very out of place, and entirely unsure how to act. He wanted to reach for Draco, but didn't want to start anything here, and he knew it was possible that doing anything even remotely resembling 'couple behaviour' would indeed start something.
Soon, they were let into the actual room with the caskets. Aunt Petunia began sobbing and was immediately comforted by the surrounding people and Harry was able to step back. He didn't want to get too close to the bodies at all. They looked stiff. Makeup had been put on them to try and help conceal death, but they looked very dead to Harry. He felt anger at their deaths. Killing them had been pointless and he couldn't think it enough. Completely pointless. They weren't people who were close to him. They weren't people that had been any danger to Voldemort. They weren't even people Harry liked, and yet they'd been killed, thoughtlessly.
Draco had wanted to say something to the rude Muggle or Harry's aunt. But it wasn't his place. His place, he reminded himself, was beside his husband. Husband and child. He stood straight with his head held high and right hand ready in case of trouble. He looked everyone over. He probably looked arrogant, but that was fine with him.
Harry sat with Draco near the back, which he was glad of. He was in the room if Aunt Petunia ... needed him, but far enough that he could be out of the way, which most of these people preferred. He let out a quiet humourless snort when he thought about the fact that most of these men and women, if not all of them, thought him to be a troubled, deranged person from St. Brutus's. At least he could sit close to Draco through the long service, listening to the sniffling and then the - Harry couldn't help thinking it - ridiculous eulogies about how great Dudley and Uncle Vernon were. But he sat there quietly, he and Draco having paid for the entire thing and not even able to touch each other.
Draco sat beside Harry, hand almost itching to slide around and stroke his belly. It was such a compulsion now that he had to focus not to do it. He made a fist and tried to keep his eyes on the room. The words he just tuned out.
Harry wasn't sure how long they had actually sat there, though it felt like forever. There was to be a lunch served afterwards, but Harry didn't want to go, and not only that, he didn't want to ruin things with his presence. It was a wonder to him that two people had died, and everyone still found it in themselves to judge him, even now. He was going to suggest to Aunt Petunia that he and Draco leave to eat somewhere else after dropping her off and then come back to get her with the car later.
As everyone milled about in the parlour room after the service, Harry approached Aunt Petunia when a group of her friends dispersed and cleared his throat quietly. "Erm, Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes?" she answered meekly.
"I thought it might be better if Draco and I went somewhere else for lunch. I won't go anywhere if you don't want me to, but I just ... well, like I said, I thought it would be better."
She stared at him.
"We can drop you off and then come to pick you back up when it's over," Harry continued. "I thought you might just like some time alone with ... everyone."
Draco cocked his head again, watching the exchange and keeping an eye on the nearby door. This may have been the longest he had been in a room with Harry without touching him since they had gotten married, and it was wearing on his nerves.
Harry waited for an answer, eyes on his aunt.
"You can drop me off, but after that ... I'm just going to go home," she said finally, not quite meeting his eyes.
Harry frowned. "But you're very welcome at my place, and you'll be safe there," he said.
"No," she said, a slight flush on her face. "I'm going to go home."
Harry frowned again.
"I ... thank you for ... everything you've done ...." And then she promptly began crying again.
Harry's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. He stood completely still for a moment before he began trying to awkwardly comfort her.
Draco frowned. He had no reason to comfort the woman. He didn't even particularly like her.
Just as suddenly as she'd started crying, Aunt Petunia stopped, though tears were still falling. She stood nearly as straight as Draco, looking firmly at a spot on the floor a little past Harry. "I thank you for everything you've done," she said again, voice oddly quick. "But after the lunch there won't be any need to pick me up. Mr and Mrs Polkiss are going to take me home. I need to go home." There was a small bit of emphasis on the word "need".
And then Harry understood. The flush on Aunt Petunia's face made sense. Obviously, he couldn't be sure, but it seemed that she was ashamed to stay with him. Ashamed to take what he was willing to give her. He was silent for a few moments before simply giving a nod. "Okay."
She met his eyes then, and he could see that what he thought was right. Her flush deepened a little. "Thank you," she said again, voice still odd. And Harry realised that that was probably as close to an apology as he would get. The only one she knew how to give. He nodded, walking over to the door to open it for her. She quickly made her way out, eyes on the ground again as more tears escaped her without a sound.
Draco watched her leave, and with a sigh, reached for Harry. All the relatives had left now and they were alone in the room.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and closed his eyes. It had been a rather long morning for him.
One arm came up around Harry's shoulders, silver fingers cupping the back of his head and the other hand, Draco slid between them to rest on Harry's belly, bending his head to capture his mouth with his own.
Harry sighed, kissing Draco back and wishing they didn't have to leave the room just yet, even though they were standing in a funeral home.
Draco pulled back from the kiss to smile down at his husband. "May I pay my last respects?" he said with a kind of evil smile on his lips.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he said, only a small bit wary.
"Wait here if you like," Draco whispered.
Harry's forehead wrinkled with his frown and he wondered what Draco could possibly mean. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
"You don't trust me?" Draco asked, smirking.
Harry rolled his eyes a bit. "Of course," he said.
Draco kissed Harry's forehead and stepped back, turning and making his way past the chairs to where the bodies were.
Harry leaned on the door frame, watching Draco curiously.
Draco stood looking down at the two dead men. First, he stepped up to Dudley and scowled. "You may not have deserved this, but you never earned better either," he told the dead face. Then he moved to Vernon's. "You did deserve this and worse," he said softly. "You took into your home an innocent child who was given into your care, and you treated his trust with contempt. I met that child. There is absolutely nothing that excuses your abuse. Your life was a waste." He took a deep breath and spat on the corpse before turning and walking back to his husband.
Harry's eyebrows were very slightly raised, but he didn't say anything. He pulled Draco to him and simply hugged him for a few moments. "We should probably get going," he said quietly.
They made their way out of the building and to the waiting Limo. Draco's fingers itched and he knew they were being watched. He hoped it was only the Muggles.
Harry climbed into the car through the door the driver was holding open again. He sat far enough away from Aunt Petunia for her to be comfortable, but also for himself as well.
It took a short while to get to the restaurant, and Aunt Petunia and Harry stared at each other for what felt like a long time before she went to get out. "Goodbye, Harry," she said, and Harry figured it was probably the last time he would ever see her. He watched her head in through the doors out the window and then sat back against the seat.
Their chauffeur closed the door again when it was apparent that they weren't going to get out and then lowered the divider between the front and back seats when he got in himself. "Where to, chaps?" he asked, looking in the rear-view mirror.
"Just back to where you picked us up from," Harry said with a sigh.
The man nodded and began pulling out, heading onto the road again.
"Raise the divider and don't interrupt us until we say so," Draco added, and the driver did as he was told.
Harry turned his head to look at Draco then, eyebrows raised again.
"I have had hours of not touching you," Draco said, beginning to unbutton his own shirt.
A slow smile spread across Harry's lips, his eyelids dropping a bit. He raised his hands to begin unbuttoning his shirt too. "Good thing it'll take a while to get home," he said, voice already gone deeper.
Draco stripped quickly, his pale skin contrasting with the dark interior of the car. He watched Harry hungrily, his own cock hardening quickly at the look in the other man's eyes.
Harry tossed his shirt, wiggling out of his trousers as fast as he could without injuring himself in the enclosed space. He crawled across the seat to Draco on hands and knees before kissing him. Good thing the windows were tinted, or else everyone passing by would be getting a very good view of Harry's arse.
Draco arched into Harry, lips against his lover's and hands reaching to caress his back and arse.
"Mmm," Harry sighed, running his tongue inside Draco's mouth and moaning again as his skin was touched.
Draco moaned, the feeling of Harry's tongue inside his mouth exactly what he needed. Well, the beginning at least.
"Is there anywhere we haven't fucked?" Harry asked, kissing hotly along Draco's jaw now.
"Haven't done moving vehicles, yet," Draco whispered. "Should make a list and work on it."
Harry hummed with amusement. "Is it possible on a broomstick?" he whispered, licking Draco's earlobe now.
Draco chuckled. "With you, anything is possible," he said. "But you still owe me something on a train."
Harry smiled, licking back along Draco's jaw to his mouth. "Yes, I suppose I do," he said against his lips.
Draco licked Harry's lips, running his hands along the curve of his back and then squeezing his arse again.
Harry smiled slyly as his tongue swirled with Draco's. "Is that the signal for 'fuck me now', or are you wanting my arse?" he asked, breathing into Draco's mouth.
"Oh, yes, please fuck me," Draco answered. Drawing back enough to smile at him, he said, "I know I am a wicked Slytherin, but I kept wanting you to bend me over and fuck me in front of those uptight sanctimonious arses at the funeral."
"God, I love how hot you are," Harry said, laughing a bit at the imagined looks of the faces in his head if he had really bent Draco over and fucked him. He lubed his fingers with the spell, moving his hand between their bodies to prepare him.
"Hot for you," Draco said, smirking and spreading his legs more to give Harry better access.
Harry smiled, loving Draco's ability to make him feel better no matter what. He was very much enjoying this verbal, playful sex after his dull, awful morning. He slipped fingers inside Draco, still smiling, but giving a short moan too at the feeling.
Draco spread his legs so far that one leg was up on the back of the seat and the other stretched onto the floor. He gasped and his cock bobbed at Harry's touch.
"You look fucking good like this," Harry told him, moving his fingers. "Maybe we should buy a car just so we can fuck in it."
"As you wish," Draco said, and then moaned, arching his hips up.
"Mmm, as I wish," Harry whispered, spreading himself over Draco as his fingers slipped out and then slicked his cock to slip that in. "I get the feeling you'd do anything I wished," he said into Draco's ear.
"Yes, yours, remember," Draco said, moaning again when Harry's fingers pulled out. "Yes, take me anywhere, anytime."
"Of course, I remember," Harry said, rubbing his cock against Draco's entrance and letting out a groan.
Draco gasped again, trying to arch up enough to impale himself on that teasing cock. He opened darkened grey eyes to look into Harry's face.
Harry bit his lip at Draco's look, sliding gently inside him with a long moan. "You have no idea how good you feel," he breathed, eyes locked on Draco's.
Draco's eyelids fluttered and he moaned along with his lover. "How could I feel with you inside me?" he finally managed.
Harry smiled again, his lips parted as he panted. "How could you feel anyway?" he asked. "Unless you've - mmm - got some very special powers, I'm pretty sure you can't fuck yourself."
Figuring out how to answer that was too much for Draco at the moment, his body clenching and writhing with Harry's cock inside him. "More, please," he begged.
Harry lowered his lips to Draco's as he thrust with his hips, cock twitching inside and heat spreading out through his body.
Draco smiled up at the sunroof, watching the January sky slide by the glass behind his husband's head. "Gods, yes," he said, relaxing his body against the leather seat.
Harry looked with adoration at Draco's face as he fucked him, moving his hips at a steady, slow pace, his back arching a bit with each smooth slide in.
There was something gloriously sensuous about the rocking movements of the car as a complement to the rocking of his husband's hips as he fucked him.
Harry could've watched Draco forever. There was just ... something about his face right then. Something so beautiful it made Harry's heart ache. "I'm mad for you," he whispered. "Completely mad."
"Yes," Draco said with a smirk, hands still clutching at Harry's back. As green eyes shined down on him there were flashes of memory from what seemed like a lifetime of wanting that gaze on him and he was arching up, coming hard.
Harry gasped as Draco came, not having expected it. He thrust harder into him, quicker. And within a few minutes, he was coming too, managing not to shout too loudly.
When Harry thrust hard, body shuddering, Draco wrapped his legs around his hips and held on. Harry's cock and magic filled him again, the power rolling through Draco. He rode it, Harry's orgasm prolonging his own.
Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder, panting and sweaty. He kissed his husband's salty skin and smiled, feeling perfect.
Draco lay beneath him, petting Harry's sweaty back and carding long fingers through his messy hair. "I meant it," he said softly.
"Meant what?" Harry asked, eyes closed as their bodies were gently rocked with the car's movements.
"It was wrong, very wrong what they did," he whispered.
Harry took in a deep breath of Draco's skin and nodded against it. "I suppose," he said quietly. "I've said it, but it was wrong how you were treated too." Harry thought Draco was treated even worse than himself, but he didn't say so.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair again. "Not suppose, know it," he said.
Harry took in another breath and gave another nod. He kissed Draco's skin once more, hoping they still had a while in the car.