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Media and Muggle Protection
Chapter Number/Total: 9/40
Chapter Title: Media and Muggle Protection
Words: 4262 Words
Amidst all the funeral dealings, Draco set up the interview and the guidelines with the newspaper as he had before. This time the discussion would be about the situation with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, so there weren't as many restrictions for the reporter. They Apparated into the office and were met by a much grimmer-looking Robert Dwyer.
Harry stepped forward, not so nervous about this interview at all. "Where are we doing this?" he asked, holding out his hand for a simple, short greeting.
"I arranged for the same room as last time," Robert said.
Draco noticed the man looked considerably more rumpled, like he hadn't been sleeping well. He imagined reporting on the crimes of the Christmas Eve Massacre had to be stressful.
Robert led them into the side room that was set up as a sitting room, though the colours seemed more sombre this time.
Draco sat with Harry on the sofa. And they accepted the offered tea from one of the staffers.
Harry heaved a great sigh and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses, as if readying himself for this. He was grateful for the tea; he felt like he was going to need it.
"Well, Harry," Robert said, "after all this time, it seems you have been right again about the dangers of You-Know-Who and his followers. How do you feel about that?"
Harry sighed heavily again. "Well, I can't say I'm happy to be right," he said, stating the very obvious and making sure his voice showed that, "but you're correct. I am right. He's beyond dangerous."
"Did you know he would do this?" Robert said.
"I didn't know he would do exactly what he's done, but I did know that he was certainly capable. I regret that I wasn't more on my guard, that he managed to lull everyone into a state of false security, not that it was hard for him to do with the current attitude of the wizarding world."
"In your opinion, what is wrong with wizarding attitudes?" Robert asked.
"Sure, we've all taken a bit of notice since last year. The Ministry handed out leaflets on how to keep safe, but is everyone truly prepared? No. The hundreds dead are proof of that. It's still being treated like Voldemort's going to simply disappear again. He's not going to. We were not prepared for this attack, not prepared in the least," Harry replied.
"What do you think wizarding folk can do about the situation?" Robert asked.
Harry frowned. "They need to stop pretending like this is all going to just go away if they hide long enough. And they need to know that this isn't a war with a middle. Everyone is going to need to fight eventually, at least in some way. They need to know that now. I wasn't here for the first war, but it's not as if it were ages ago. Only sixteen years. People need to remember what it was like then and know that it's going to be worse this time."
"But that doesn't really tell people what they can do, does it? Be prepared? How?" Robert pressed.
"If I may," Draco said. "One thing people can do is start to hold the Ministry leadership accountable for their failure to keep convicted criminals in custody. They relied on Dementors and now that they don't have them anymore, they don't have standards for who is keeping these criminals locked up."
"Weren't several members of your own family those that escaped?" Robert asked Draco.
"It doesn't matter who they were," said Harry, "just that they were Death Eaters who got out and shouldn't have. Half of those caught - if not all, will get out if something isn't done about the situation in Azkaban. Aurors are already limited and they are being sent on pointless missions to catch people who are not true threats. The Ministry should be held accountable for that as well."
Draco schooled his features not to smile. Harry was definitely learning how to handle journalists. He nodded.
"Any other areas you would like to see changes in?" Robert said, his expression showing he was very interested in this track of conversation.
Harry snorted. "Let's talk about the laws on Muggles, shall we? Half our population are Muggle-borns and half-bloods, myself included. Where is the protection for their families? The Muggle-borns are listed with the Ministry, but without wizard parents, they are left unprotected. And the families of half-bloods are left out of that too. Very obviously, being Muggle does not exclude them from this war. Yet another thing the Ministry has failed at. Although this should have been brought up by the people long ago."
"Do you blame the current administration under Minister Scrimgeour for this?" Robert asked.
"I'm not placing blame," Harry said. "I'm not trying to create hostility between the government and the public, but I'm not saying the Ministry is doing a good job either, because they're certainly not. Changes definitely have to be made if we are to get through this. It's time to stop messing about, time to stop worrying about the image, stop creating false security."
Robert nodded and then looked at Draco. "Reports say that you were one of the first people to respond Christmas eve," he said. "Can you tell us how you knew before Magical Law Enforcement?"
"Miss Granger was visiting us that evening," Draco said. "We checked in on her parents and found the attack in progress. I only regret that we weren't able to save her father."
Harry nodded sadly. "As do I," he said. "If protections and precautions had been in place, none of this may have happened."
"So are you suggesting that the wizarding community needs to put magical protections around non-wizarding homes?" Robert asked.
"Yes," said Harry. "There's some risk involved, of course there is, but truly, what is that to a life?"
"Won't that put the wizarding community in danger of being discovered by Muggles?" Robert asked.
"It would be hard work," said Harry, "but there is a whole department just for Obliviation. There are Concealing Charms, Secrecy Spells, all of that stuff specifically for being undetected. The Muggles we protect will need to be educated on what exactly is going on, and learn how to keep it inconspicuous."
"So what do you think You-Know-Who and his followers will do next?" Robert asked.
"There's absolutely no telling," Harry replied. "Anything is game, but things are going to get worse before they get better. That sounds obvious and cliche, but it's very true."
"Do you have anything to add about this that I haven't asked you about?" Robert added.
"I would like to see everyone, including pure-bloods, ask themselves - Do you want to be following or aiding people who slaughter children in their beds?" Draco said. "Because it is time to stand against this type of violence and hatred."
Harry gave a firm nod. "Together is the only way we will win. We will crumble from within if there isn't unity."
Robert smiled brightly. "You two are a good interview." Then added, "So, I know this article isn't about your relationship, but I have to ask. How are you two doing? How is married life?"
Harry gave a small smile. "I'd have to say it's pretty great." He took Draco's hand and kissed it lightly.
"Suits me well." Draco smiled. "I have never been happier than with Harry."
"It shows," Robert said to both of them. "Can I contact you if I have more questions?"
"Sure," Harry said. "Although I don't want anything bothersome. Anything about what we've discussed today I would be happy to elaborate on, but that's pretty much it."
Robert thanked them and walked them back to the Apparation area. "I wish my predecessors in this job had listened to you, Harry," he said.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Thank you. So do I," he said.
After a short while, they Apparated back to the Manor and Draco pulled Harry into his arms, giving him a deep kiss.
Harry kissed him back, fisting a hand into Draco's hair and resting one against the back of his neck. He marvelled at how safe he always felt in Draco's arms, even if it was him who always wanted to do the protecting.
Draco held his husband close, enjoying the comfort and pride he felt in him. He finally pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "You were amazing today," he said.
Harry gave a quiet snort. "Was I?" he asked.
"Yes." Draco smiled, pride shining in his grey eyes.
Harry laughed softly and kissed Draco's neck. "If you say so," he said, smiling as well.
"And I am right, as usual." Draco smirked.
The smile remained on Harry's face. "Yes," he said. "You do seem to be right an awful lot."
"And is there any reward you would like for being so amazing and recognising the truth about me?" Draco grinned.
Harry grinned as well and stuck his tongue out at the corner of his mouth, pretending to think. "Well ..." he began slowly, "I did hear, from someone very close to me, so close we're almost the same person," he grinned again, "that you give amazing head."
Draco smirked. "Only the best for you, my hero." He pressed his thigh against Harry's crotch, pulling him tighter.
Harry waggled his eyebrows. "Do I get a little extra for being your hero as well?" he asked playfully, grasping Draco's arse.
"Whatever you want," Draco promised, pressing his growing erection against Harry's hip.
Harry smiled widely and squeezed Draco's arse, pressing against his thigh. He leaned in for a kiss, mouth already open slightly.
"Bloody hell," said someone's amused voice. "Your place is full of people, you know."
Harry turned his head quickly to see Fred standing there, having apparently just exited the nearby bathroom.
Draco blushed, dropping his head to Harry's shoulder.
It was sad that Harry's first thought was, At least it's only one of the twins. He gave Fred a sarcastic smile and held Draco tightly before Apparating them to their bedroom.
Draco should have been expecting the Apparation, but he gasped, having been too distracted. He laughed softly, face pressed to Harry's neck.
"I don't so much like being caught by them," Harry said quietly, smiling, "but I adore your reaction for some reason."
Draco decided to respond by nuzzling Harry's neck, kissing and licking the skin below his jaw.
Harry smiled, one side of his mouth turning up, and closed his eyes, tilting his head. "I adore you all the time," he said, hands caressing Draco's back.
"Mmm," Draco hummed against his neck, sucking and nibbling now.
"I agree," Harry said breathlessly, biting his lip.
Draco sucked hard, leaving a dark red mark on Harry's neck, then licking at it again.
"I still look like I have skin disease," Harry said, sounding like he didn't mind it at all, his head still tilted to give Draco as much room as he wanted.
"Nothing new there," Draco murmured against his skin, "but if you want them where no one can see, you should take your clothes off."
Harry smirked. "And what is your wish, my love?" he asked. "Shall I strip quickly with a flick of the wrist? Or would you like to do it?"
"This is your reward, love." Draco smiled
"Ah, right," said Harry, smiling at Draco with bright eyes. Quite suddenly, Draco was wearing nothing. Harry smirked and took a step back from him. "My, aren't you the sight?" he said, looking him up and down before stripping himself as well.
The feel of Harry's magic suddenly flowing over his body made every part of Draco tremble with excitement. Then the sight of Harry, naked and looking at him with even more naked desire, made him moan.
Harry shivered at the sound Draco made, his cock jumping. He turned slowly and made his way over to the bed, climbing atop it. He sat back, propped up a bit on the pillows and smiled smugly. "Get to work then, I suppose," he said, indicating his body with a sweeping gesture.
Draco ginned, lifting an eyebrow. "Any place you would like me to start?"
"Well," Harry began, "I would like you to kiss me all over, and tell me that you love me, and about how amazing I am," he smiled playfully, "and then it would be very wonderful for you to suck me off, because you know how much I love that, and then if I'm still coherent, I'll think of something."
Draco chuckled, climbing into bed and admiring the bold man he had married. "As you wish, my hero," he said, kneeling beside him and leaning over to kiss him.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips, smoothing one hand down his back and then back up to his shoulder, feeling the amazing skin and muscles there, still amazed that he had ended up with someone so beautiful.
Draco licked and sucked on his husband’s lips, then began moving down his jaw. "I love you," he began, whispering, "all of you. Every time I think I know everything about you, you still manage to surprise me."
"Mmm," Harry hummed, delighted by Draco's soft words and touches. He fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to look at that pale hair and white skin.
Draco's hair had come loose, the hair-tie stripped with his clothes, and it fell around his face like a soft white curtain. He ran lips and tongue along Harry's jaw to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Today you reminded me again that you are a leader. And I can't begin to tell you how much that turns me on. I will just have to show you."
Harry's breath hitched and his eyelids fluttered. His skin tingled where Draco touched and he stored away the info Draco had just given him. "Yes," he answered in a whisper.
Draco's lips, tongue, and teeth worked down Harry's neck. He breathed in the scent and taste of him. "I would know your smell anywhere. I would rather starve than go without tasting you," he whispered as he sucked along the flesh over Harry's collar bone.
Harry let out a breathy moan and loved how utterly romantic Draco could be, loved hearing his voice when it was low or when he whispered, loved feeling like the only person in the world. He could have stayed there forever. Draco always made him feel that way.
Silken hair followed in the wake of his mouth as Draco made his way down Harry's chest, pausing to tease and suckle Harry's nipples. "I love you," he said again. "I love your passion, your fire."
Harry certainly felt on fire right then, still watching Draco with half-closed eyes. He gasped as Draco teased his nipples and then he ran fingers through his soft hair.
"Mmm," Draco sighed happily at the feel of Harry's hands in his hair. "I love how gentle you can be one minute and how fierce the next," he said, nipping at the muscles of Harry's chest.
Harry's body twitched under Draco's mouth and he sighed happily, still touching Draco, pressing his hands gently to his scalp and moving one down to his neck again. Merlin, he loved this man.
Draco rubbed his face against the soft hairs and skin of Harry's belly, a jolt of pleasure not only from his lover but from the extra magic there. "I love that we are a family. That your magic has allowed us the chance to be more than I ever thought," he whispered, kissing that spot reverently.
Harry smiled at that and couldn't agree more, even if it scared him sometimes. Whenever he thought about what their child might look like, what he might be like when he got there, he felt warm all over. He loved that he was able to make Draco so happy, even if he hadn't meant for it to happen. He wanted it badly as well, wanted to be a father, wanted to watch what Draco would be like. His smile grew at the thought.
Draco's hands slid down Harry's sides to rest on his hips, exploring the valley where the man's legs joined his body. He kissed along that ridge line on each side. "I love the way every part of you excites me. That you look at me like I am some kind of sweet you want to eat."
Harry nearly arched as Draco kissed along his skin and hips. Draco was like a sweet to Harry. He couldn't get enough of him. Not ever. Nothing would ever change that and Harry loved that he had that knowledge, that he was so sure of it.
Draco inhaled again, the musky scent of Harry making his mouth water and his own cock twitch again. He continued down Harry's legs, kissing his muscled thighs. "I love the way you touch me, the way you hold me. I love that you listen to me, even when you have no idea what it is I am going on about."
Harry laughed, but it sounded more like a moan as Draco was kissing so close to his throbbing erection. He wanted his mouth, but he also didn't want what Draco was doing to stop. "Yes," he whispered again.
Continuing down, Draco kissed Harry's calves, stroking the thicker hair on his legs. "I love the contrast between us, like some kind of alchemical balance. I love that you seem to revel in those differences now."
Harry did. He loved that he and Draco were opposite. He felt like they were even more perfect for each other in that way. He loved their make-up sex after rows and how they were never bored with each other. He loved that they seemed like each other's fuel, because Draco was certainly what kept Harry going. He almost chuckled at his own corny thought, but was, once again, quite distracted with Draco's mouth.
Draco slid his hands up and under Harry's knees, lifting up so that he encouraged his husband to bend and spread his legs for him. "I love how wanton you are when I touch you or even look at you sometimes. I love that I am the only one who has ever done this to you."
Harry's breathing was slightly heavy now and his heart felt bigger than it was. His cock twitched and he whimpered, looking down into Draco's face, feeling exactly like Draco had just said he could make him feel.
Draco kissed his way up the soft skin of Harry's inner thighs, sucking and nibbling and shivering at the lovely sounds Harry made.
Harry felt light-headed with love and need. Draco's lips on his sensitive flesh made him tremble and he finally had to close his eyes, moaning and whimpering again.
The scent of Harry was stronger now and it made Draco moan and have to concentrate to continue to go slowly, licking at the very sensitive skin where Harry's legs met his perineum, his soft sack so close to Draco's face, he could feel the heat.
Harry took a shuddering breath and moaned long and loud, his back arching slowly. He wanted to beg for it, but he remained quiet, also wanting Draco to keep moving slowly, which wasn't usual for him.
Draco's cheek grazed the edge of Harry's scrotum and he couldn't resist. He turned his face to lick and kiss that lovely sack, fingers pressing into his lover's thighs. Words were forgotten for the moment as he used his tongue to show how he felt.
Harry threw his head back, the waiting making the touch even more pleasurable than it usually was. "Draco," he whispered. His name was so beautiful; everything about him was beautiful.
Draco's hands slid inward, pressing close, framing and holding Harry's groin. He was on his knees, arse in the air, while his face pressed against his lover. He slid his face against him, over Harry's bollocks and up his shaft.
Harry hissed and arched again, tossing his head to the side. "Yes," he groaned, fisting the blankets. "Yes, Draco."
Soft, silken hair pooled around Harry's groin as Draco stroked his lover's cock with his cheeks before going back to the base and placing the flat of his tongue on the underside and beginning a long, slow, firm lick up his length.
Harry clenched his teeth and pulled harder at the blankets, his breath coming in gasps now. "Merlin," he let out in a slightly strained voice. "Yes, please, yes."
Draco's tongue stopped just before the crown, his hot breath blowing against the red, sensitive flesh. Then slowly, with delight, he ran it around the rim of the head.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered. "Oh, fuck." He gasped and trembled and covered his face with his hand before having to hang onto something again and grasping the headboard behind him.
Harry's whimpers made Draco's cock twitch in delight and he kept his tongue circling, moving it slowly inward on the head of the other man's cock until he came to that glistening pre-come at the tip. He ran the tip of his tongue along that slit, moaning deeply at the taste.
Harry couldn't seem to stop whimpering. His breath was broken and ragged and he felt like his cock was about to explode. His toes curled and he squirmed and covered his face again with his free hand.
Now Draco let his lips slide forward, pressed against the crown like he would kiss Harry's lips. The tip of his tongue teased and swirled over the head as he pressed down, taking the head inside the heat of his mouth.
"Draco," Harry moaned, voice strained again. He threw his arm out and grasped the covers again, unable to keep still lest he thrust up into Draco's mouth. "Fuck, yes," he breathed. "Oh, yeah, please yes."
Draco's hand still held Harry down as he lost himself in the texture of flesh in his mouth. Slowly he began to move down and then up again, taking a little more with each downward slide.
Harry couldn't believe how bloody good this felt. He wanted to look down at Draco, wanted to see those gorgeous lips around him, wanted to look at his beautiful hair and skin again, but he knew that if he did he would come and he didn't want to yet. He wanted to savour this a little longer, wait until he couldn't stand it anymore.
Draco's hands moved inward, his right one gently cupping Harry's bollocks in his palm and the silver fingers curling around the base of his cock as he took more of him inside his mouth.
"Fuck, yes!" Harry shouted. "Oh, hell!" He was confident that no one could drive him crazy like Draco could. He couldn't imagine anyone else having a tongue like that or a mouth so hot. Look at him, look down at him, his brain seemed to chant at him. But he couldn't, not yet.
"Mmmmm," Draco hummed around that thick flesh, panting now from his own arousal. He could feel Harry's magic crackling over his own skin like a hot caress. Slow was abandoned now has he pushed down until the head of Harry's cock grazed the back of his throat, where muscles squeezed around that flesh.
Harry gasped sharply and his eyes flew open. Draco's hair was all over the place, messed up and gorgeous. His skin and cheeks were flushed with arousal and, sweet Merlin, his lips, oh, his lips were the most wonderful thing about him right then. He looked like pure, utter sex and Harry was coming. He held onto the headboard and blanket as tight as he could, crying out as he arched.
Draco pulled back enough to swallow, throat and lips milking his lover's cock as he gently pressed his bollocks in his hand. He struggled for control as Harry's magic flared over him, running like hot fingers over his skin and making his body shudder.
Harry lay panting and still staring down at Draco, his mouth hanging open. Merlin, if that man wasn't the most wonderful, amazing person on the planet, he'd eat Buckbeak.
Draco sighed, slowly sliding his mouth off of Harry's softening cock. He grinned, sitting back up on his knees and throwing his hair off his face. He sat with hands on his hips and his cock jutting proudly as he admired his panting husband.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry said with a crooked grin, his heart still going faster than normal.
"Is that commentary or a request?" Draco teased with a raised eyebrow.
Harry chuckled weakly. "Whatever you want it to be," he replied, still grinning.
"Was that the reward you were hoping for?" Draco smiled proudly, wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his own aching cock, his breath hitching on contact.
Harry smiled cockily, eyes following the movements of Draco's hand before slowly making their way back up to his face. "I rather think you did a pretty good job," he said.
"Pretty good," Draco drawled. "Well, Potter, if you think you can do better ...."
Chapter Title: Media and Muggle Protection
Words: 4262 Words
Amidst all the funeral dealings, Draco set up the interview and the guidelines with the newspaper as he had before. This time the discussion would be about the situation with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, so there weren't as many restrictions for the reporter. They Apparated into the office and were met by a much grimmer-looking Robert Dwyer.
Harry stepped forward, not so nervous about this interview at all. "Where are we doing this?" he asked, holding out his hand for a simple, short greeting.
"I arranged for the same room as last time," Robert said.
Draco noticed the man looked considerably more rumpled, like he hadn't been sleeping well. He imagined reporting on the crimes of the Christmas Eve Massacre had to be stressful.
Robert led them into the side room that was set up as a sitting room, though the colours seemed more sombre this time.
Draco sat with Harry on the sofa. And they accepted the offered tea from one of the staffers.
Harry heaved a great sigh and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses, as if readying himself for this. He was grateful for the tea; he felt like he was going to need it.
"Well, Harry," Robert said, "after all this time, it seems you have been right again about the dangers of You-Know-Who and his followers. How do you feel about that?"
Harry sighed heavily again. "Well, I can't say I'm happy to be right," he said, stating the very obvious and making sure his voice showed that, "but you're correct. I am right. He's beyond dangerous."
"Did you know he would do this?" Robert said.
"I didn't know he would do exactly what he's done, but I did know that he was certainly capable. I regret that I wasn't more on my guard, that he managed to lull everyone into a state of false security, not that it was hard for him to do with the current attitude of the wizarding world."
"In your opinion, what is wrong with wizarding attitudes?" Robert asked.
"Sure, we've all taken a bit of notice since last year. The Ministry handed out leaflets on how to keep safe, but is everyone truly prepared? No. The hundreds dead are proof of that. It's still being treated like Voldemort's going to simply disappear again. He's not going to. We were not prepared for this attack, not prepared in the least," Harry replied.
"What do you think wizarding folk can do about the situation?" Robert asked.
Harry frowned. "They need to stop pretending like this is all going to just go away if they hide long enough. And they need to know that this isn't a war with a middle. Everyone is going to need to fight eventually, at least in some way. They need to know that now. I wasn't here for the first war, but it's not as if it were ages ago. Only sixteen years. People need to remember what it was like then and know that it's going to be worse this time."
"But that doesn't really tell people what they can do, does it? Be prepared? How?" Robert pressed.
"If I may," Draco said. "One thing people can do is start to hold the Ministry leadership accountable for their failure to keep convicted criminals in custody. They relied on Dementors and now that they don't have them anymore, they don't have standards for who is keeping these criminals locked up."
"Weren't several members of your own family those that escaped?" Robert asked Draco.
"It doesn't matter who they were," said Harry, "just that they were Death Eaters who got out and shouldn't have. Half of those caught - if not all, will get out if something isn't done about the situation in Azkaban. Aurors are already limited and they are being sent on pointless missions to catch people who are not true threats. The Ministry should be held accountable for that as well."
Draco schooled his features not to smile. Harry was definitely learning how to handle journalists. He nodded.
"Any other areas you would like to see changes in?" Robert said, his expression showing he was very interested in this track of conversation.
Harry snorted. "Let's talk about the laws on Muggles, shall we? Half our population are Muggle-borns and half-bloods, myself included. Where is the protection for their families? The Muggle-borns are listed with the Ministry, but without wizard parents, they are left unprotected. And the families of half-bloods are left out of that too. Very obviously, being Muggle does not exclude them from this war. Yet another thing the Ministry has failed at. Although this should have been brought up by the people long ago."
"Do you blame the current administration under Minister Scrimgeour for this?" Robert asked.
"I'm not placing blame," Harry said. "I'm not trying to create hostility between the government and the public, but I'm not saying the Ministry is doing a good job either, because they're certainly not. Changes definitely have to be made if we are to get through this. It's time to stop messing about, time to stop worrying about the image, stop creating false security."
Robert nodded and then looked at Draco. "Reports say that you were one of the first people to respond Christmas eve," he said. "Can you tell us how you knew before Magical Law Enforcement?"
"Miss Granger was visiting us that evening," Draco said. "We checked in on her parents and found the attack in progress. I only regret that we weren't able to save her father."
Harry nodded sadly. "As do I," he said. "If protections and precautions had been in place, none of this may have happened."
"So are you suggesting that the wizarding community needs to put magical protections around non-wizarding homes?" Robert asked.
"Yes," said Harry. "There's some risk involved, of course there is, but truly, what is that to a life?"
"Won't that put the wizarding community in danger of being discovered by Muggles?" Robert asked.
"It would be hard work," said Harry, "but there is a whole department just for Obliviation. There are Concealing Charms, Secrecy Spells, all of that stuff specifically for being undetected. The Muggles we protect will need to be educated on what exactly is going on, and learn how to keep it inconspicuous."
"So what do you think You-Know-Who and his followers will do next?" Robert asked.
"There's absolutely no telling," Harry replied. "Anything is game, but things are going to get worse before they get better. That sounds obvious and cliche, but it's very true."
"Do you have anything to add about this that I haven't asked you about?" Robert added.
"I would like to see everyone, including pure-bloods, ask themselves - Do you want to be following or aiding people who slaughter children in their beds?" Draco said. "Because it is time to stand against this type of violence and hatred."
Harry gave a firm nod. "Together is the only way we will win. We will crumble from within if there isn't unity."
Robert smiled brightly. "You two are a good interview." Then added, "So, I know this article isn't about your relationship, but I have to ask. How are you two doing? How is married life?"
Harry gave a small smile. "I'd have to say it's pretty great." He took Draco's hand and kissed it lightly.
"Suits me well." Draco smiled. "I have never been happier than with Harry."
"It shows," Robert said to both of them. "Can I contact you if I have more questions?"
"Sure," Harry said. "Although I don't want anything bothersome. Anything about what we've discussed today I would be happy to elaborate on, but that's pretty much it."
Robert thanked them and walked them back to the Apparation area. "I wish my predecessors in this job had listened to you, Harry," he said.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Thank you. So do I," he said.
After a short while, they Apparated back to the Manor and Draco pulled Harry into his arms, giving him a deep kiss.
Harry kissed him back, fisting a hand into Draco's hair and resting one against the back of his neck. He marvelled at how safe he always felt in Draco's arms, even if it was him who always wanted to do the protecting.
Draco held his husband close, enjoying the comfort and pride he felt in him. He finally pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "You were amazing today," he said.
Harry gave a quiet snort. "Was I?" he asked.
"Yes." Draco smiled, pride shining in his grey eyes.
Harry laughed softly and kissed Draco's neck. "If you say so," he said, smiling as well.
"And I am right, as usual." Draco smirked.
The smile remained on Harry's face. "Yes," he said. "You do seem to be right an awful lot."
"And is there any reward you would like for being so amazing and recognising the truth about me?" Draco grinned.
Harry grinned as well and stuck his tongue out at the corner of his mouth, pretending to think. "Well ..." he began slowly, "I did hear, from someone very close to me, so close we're almost the same person," he grinned again, "that you give amazing head."
Draco smirked. "Only the best for you, my hero." He pressed his thigh against Harry's crotch, pulling him tighter.
Harry waggled his eyebrows. "Do I get a little extra for being your hero as well?" he asked playfully, grasping Draco's arse.
"Whatever you want," Draco promised, pressing his growing erection against Harry's hip.
Harry smiled widely and squeezed Draco's arse, pressing against his thigh. He leaned in for a kiss, mouth already open slightly.
"Bloody hell," said someone's amused voice. "Your place is full of people, you know."
Harry turned his head quickly to see Fred standing there, having apparently just exited the nearby bathroom.
Draco blushed, dropping his head to Harry's shoulder.
It was sad that Harry's first thought was, At least it's only one of the twins. He gave Fred a sarcastic smile and held Draco tightly before Apparating them to their bedroom.
Draco should have been expecting the Apparation, but he gasped, having been too distracted. He laughed softly, face pressed to Harry's neck.
"I don't so much like being caught by them," Harry said quietly, smiling, "but I adore your reaction for some reason."
Draco decided to respond by nuzzling Harry's neck, kissing and licking the skin below his jaw.
Harry smiled, one side of his mouth turning up, and closed his eyes, tilting his head. "I adore you all the time," he said, hands caressing Draco's back.
"Mmm," Draco hummed against his neck, sucking and nibbling now.
"I agree," Harry said breathlessly, biting his lip.
Draco sucked hard, leaving a dark red mark on Harry's neck, then licking at it again.
"I still look like I have skin disease," Harry said, sounding like he didn't mind it at all, his head still tilted to give Draco as much room as he wanted.
"Nothing new there," Draco murmured against his skin, "but if you want them where no one can see, you should take your clothes off."
Harry smirked. "And what is your wish, my love?" he asked. "Shall I strip quickly with a flick of the wrist? Or would you like to do it?"
"This is your reward, love." Draco smiled
"Ah, right," said Harry, smiling at Draco with bright eyes. Quite suddenly, Draco was wearing nothing. Harry smirked and took a step back from him. "My, aren't you the sight?" he said, looking him up and down before stripping himself as well.
The feel of Harry's magic suddenly flowing over his body made every part of Draco tremble with excitement. Then the sight of Harry, naked and looking at him with even more naked desire, made him moan.
Harry shivered at the sound Draco made, his cock jumping. He turned slowly and made his way over to the bed, climbing atop it. He sat back, propped up a bit on the pillows and smiled smugly. "Get to work then, I suppose," he said, indicating his body with a sweeping gesture.
Draco ginned, lifting an eyebrow. "Any place you would like me to start?"
"Well," Harry began, "I would like you to kiss me all over, and tell me that you love me, and about how amazing I am," he smiled playfully, "and then it would be very wonderful for you to suck me off, because you know how much I love that, and then if I'm still coherent, I'll think of something."
Draco chuckled, climbing into bed and admiring the bold man he had married. "As you wish, my hero," he said, kneeling beside him and leaning over to kiss him.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips, smoothing one hand down his back and then back up to his shoulder, feeling the amazing skin and muscles there, still amazed that he had ended up with someone so beautiful.
Draco licked and sucked on his husband’s lips, then began moving down his jaw. "I love you," he began, whispering, "all of you. Every time I think I know everything about you, you still manage to surprise me."
"Mmm," Harry hummed, delighted by Draco's soft words and touches. He fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to look at that pale hair and white skin.
Draco's hair had come loose, the hair-tie stripped with his clothes, and it fell around his face like a soft white curtain. He ran lips and tongue along Harry's jaw to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Today you reminded me again that you are a leader. And I can't begin to tell you how much that turns me on. I will just have to show you."
Harry's breath hitched and his eyelids fluttered. His skin tingled where Draco touched and he stored away the info Draco had just given him. "Yes," he answered in a whisper.
Draco's lips, tongue, and teeth worked down Harry's neck. He breathed in the scent and taste of him. "I would know your smell anywhere. I would rather starve than go without tasting you," he whispered as he sucked along the flesh over Harry's collar bone.
Harry let out a breathy moan and loved how utterly romantic Draco could be, loved hearing his voice when it was low or when he whispered, loved feeling like the only person in the world. He could have stayed there forever. Draco always made him feel that way.
Silken hair followed in the wake of his mouth as Draco made his way down Harry's chest, pausing to tease and suckle Harry's nipples. "I love you," he said again. "I love your passion, your fire."
Harry certainly felt on fire right then, still watching Draco with half-closed eyes. He gasped as Draco teased his nipples and then he ran fingers through his soft hair.
"Mmm," Draco sighed happily at the feel of Harry's hands in his hair. "I love how gentle you can be one minute and how fierce the next," he said, nipping at the muscles of Harry's chest.
Harry's body twitched under Draco's mouth and he sighed happily, still touching Draco, pressing his hands gently to his scalp and moving one down to his neck again. Merlin, he loved this man.
Draco rubbed his face against the soft hairs and skin of Harry's belly, a jolt of pleasure not only from his lover but from the extra magic there. "I love that we are a family. That your magic has allowed us the chance to be more than I ever thought," he whispered, kissing that spot reverently.
Harry smiled at that and couldn't agree more, even if it scared him sometimes. Whenever he thought about what their child might look like, what he might be like when he got there, he felt warm all over. He loved that he was able to make Draco so happy, even if he hadn't meant for it to happen. He wanted it badly as well, wanted to be a father, wanted to watch what Draco would be like. His smile grew at the thought.
Draco's hands slid down Harry's sides to rest on his hips, exploring the valley where the man's legs joined his body. He kissed along that ridge line on each side. "I love the way every part of you excites me. That you look at me like I am some kind of sweet you want to eat."
Harry nearly arched as Draco kissed along his skin and hips. Draco was like a sweet to Harry. He couldn't get enough of him. Not ever. Nothing would ever change that and Harry loved that he had that knowledge, that he was so sure of it.
Draco inhaled again, the musky scent of Harry making his mouth water and his own cock twitch again. He continued down Harry's legs, kissing his muscled thighs. "I love the way you touch me, the way you hold me. I love that you listen to me, even when you have no idea what it is I am going on about."
Harry laughed, but it sounded more like a moan as Draco was kissing so close to his throbbing erection. He wanted his mouth, but he also didn't want what Draco was doing to stop. "Yes," he whispered again.
Continuing down, Draco kissed Harry's calves, stroking the thicker hair on his legs. "I love the contrast between us, like some kind of alchemical balance. I love that you seem to revel in those differences now."
Harry did. He loved that he and Draco were opposite. He felt like they were even more perfect for each other in that way. He loved their make-up sex after rows and how they were never bored with each other. He loved that they seemed like each other's fuel, because Draco was certainly what kept Harry going. He almost chuckled at his own corny thought, but was, once again, quite distracted with Draco's mouth.
Draco slid his hands up and under Harry's knees, lifting up so that he encouraged his husband to bend and spread his legs for him. "I love how wanton you are when I touch you or even look at you sometimes. I love that I am the only one who has ever done this to you."
Harry's breathing was slightly heavy now and his heart felt bigger than it was. His cock twitched and he whimpered, looking down into Draco's face, feeling exactly like Draco had just said he could make him feel.
Draco kissed his way up the soft skin of Harry's inner thighs, sucking and nibbling and shivering at the lovely sounds Harry made.
Harry felt light-headed with love and need. Draco's lips on his sensitive flesh made him tremble and he finally had to close his eyes, moaning and whimpering again.
The scent of Harry was stronger now and it made Draco moan and have to concentrate to continue to go slowly, licking at the very sensitive skin where Harry's legs met his perineum, his soft sack so close to Draco's face, he could feel the heat.
Harry took a shuddering breath and moaned long and loud, his back arching slowly. He wanted to beg for it, but he remained quiet, also wanting Draco to keep moving slowly, which wasn't usual for him.
Draco's cheek grazed the edge of Harry's scrotum and he couldn't resist. He turned his face to lick and kiss that lovely sack, fingers pressing into his lover's thighs. Words were forgotten for the moment as he used his tongue to show how he felt.
Harry threw his head back, the waiting making the touch even more pleasurable than it usually was. "Draco," he whispered. His name was so beautiful; everything about him was beautiful.
Draco's hands slid inward, pressing close, framing and holding Harry's groin. He was on his knees, arse in the air, while his face pressed against his lover. He slid his face against him, over Harry's bollocks and up his shaft.
Harry hissed and arched again, tossing his head to the side. "Yes," he groaned, fisting the blankets. "Yes, Draco."
Soft, silken hair pooled around Harry's groin as Draco stroked his lover's cock with his cheeks before going back to the base and placing the flat of his tongue on the underside and beginning a long, slow, firm lick up his length.
Harry clenched his teeth and pulled harder at the blankets, his breath coming in gasps now. "Merlin," he let out in a slightly strained voice. "Yes, please, yes."
Draco's tongue stopped just before the crown, his hot breath blowing against the red, sensitive flesh. Then slowly, with delight, he ran it around the rim of the head.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered. "Oh, fuck." He gasped and trembled and covered his face with his hand before having to hang onto something again and grasping the headboard behind him.
Harry's whimpers made Draco's cock twitch in delight and he kept his tongue circling, moving it slowly inward on the head of the other man's cock until he came to that glistening pre-come at the tip. He ran the tip of his tongue along that slit, moaning deeply at the taste.
Harry couldn't seem to stop whimpering. His breath was broken and ragged and he felt like his cock was about to explode. His toes curled and he squirmed and covered his face again with his free hand.
Now Draco let his lips slide forward, pressed against the crown like he would kiss Harry's lips. The tip of his tongue teased and swirled over the head as he pressed down, taking the head inside the heat of his mouth.
"Draco," Harry moaned, voice strained again. He threw his arm out and grasped the covers again, unable to keep still lest he thrust up into Draco's mouth. "Fuck, yes," he breathed. "Oh, yeah, please yes."
Draco's hand still held Harry down as he lost himself in the texture of flesh in his mouth. Slowly he began to move down and then up again, taking a little more with each downward slide.
Harry couldn't believe how bloody good this felt. He wanted to look down at Draco, wanted to see those gorgeous lips around him, wanted to look at his beautiful hair and skin again, but he knew that if he did he would come and he didn't want to yet. He wanted to savour this a little longer, wait until he couldn't stand it anymore.
Draco's hands moved inward, his right one gently cupping Harry's bollocks in his palm and the silver fingers curling around the base of his cock as he took more of him inside his mouth.
"Fuck, yes!" Harry shouted. "Oh, hell!" He was confident that no one could drive him crazy like Draco could. He couldn't imagine anyone else having a tongue like that or a mouth so hot. Look at him, look down at him, his brain seemed to chant at him. But he couldn't, not yet.
"Mmmmm," Draco hummed around that thick flesh, panting now from his own arousal. He could feel Harry's magic crackling over his own skin like a hot caress. Slow was abandoned now has he pushed down until the head of Harry's cock grazed the back of his throat, where muscles squeezed around that flesh.
Harry gasped sharply and his eyes flew open. Draco's hair was all over the place, messed up and gorgeous. His skin and cheeks were flushed with arousal and, sweet Merlin, his lips, oh, his lips were the most wonderful thing about him right then. He looked like pure, utter sex and Harry was coming. He held onto the headboard and blanket as tight as he could, crying out as he arched.
Draco pulled back enough to swallow, throat and lips milking his lover's cock as he gently pressed his bollocks in his hand. He struggled for control as Harry's magic flared over him, running like hot fingers over his skin and making his body shudder.
Harry lay panting and still staring down at Draco, his mouth hanging open. Merlin, if that man wasn't the most wonderful, amazing person on the planet, he'd eat Buckbeak.
Draco sighed, slowly sliding his mouth off of Harry's softening cock. He grinned, sitting back up on his knees and throwing his hair off his face. He sat with hands on his hips and his cock jutting proudly as he admired his panting husband.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry said with a crooked grin, his heart still going faster than normal.
"Is that commentary or a request?" Draco teased with a raised eyebrow.
Harry chuckled weakly. "Whatever you want it to be," he replied, still grinning.
"Was that the reward you were hoping for?" Draco smiled proudly, wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his own aching cock, his breath hitching on contact.
Harry smiled cockily, eyes following the movements of Draco's hand before slowly making their way back up to his face. "I rather think you did a pretty good job," he said.
"Pretty good," Draco drawled. "Well, Potter, if you think you can do better ...."