Harry and Horny Homeowner

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HARRY AND THE HORNY HOMEOWNER


Harry had spent his teenage years living up to everyone’s expectations and trying to still be a teenager. It was a difficult path he tried to walk and still be balanced. He knew what was expected and he fulfilled those expectations. He was still not allowed to lead a life of his own. People were still expecting great things from him, from what he should do for a career, to whom he should marry, to how many children he should have.

Harry had enough and realized escape was his only option, for his sanity’s sake. After the defeat of Voldermort , the graduation and leaving ceremonies, Harry gathered with his Hogwart’s family for one last time. Only they didn’t know it. Harry had already packed and was ready to roll with the Hogwarts Express one last time.

Harry beat the majority of students and graduates to the Express and decided to see if graduation had matured a certain blonde. He ensconced himself in the known cabin that Draco Malfoy always, repeat always, occupied. Draco came striding onto the Express heading directly to “his” compartment. He opened the door and sauntered in and made himself comfortable before he noticed the other occupant.

Harry watched as Draco entered and sat down. He sat smiling as Draco looked at him, arched the silky eyebrow and sneered. “What are you doing here, Potter?” Harry let his grin slowly fade away then began telling his tale to Draco, explaining the stress he’s been under for the last seven years and that he was just tired of living the life everyone else had plotted for him. He went on to tell Draco his plans to take a year off, visit all the major tourist attractions around the world, spend a couple of months laying in the sand and screwing his brains with people who met certain criteria. He went on telling of finding a quiet place to live away from the demanding magical world but not far enough that the people who were his friends couldn’t find him if they wished.

Draco sat there in stunned silence while Harry told his tale. When he finally found his voice he asked Harry, “Why are you telling me this? Aren’t you afraid I’ll leak it to the press, a surviving Death Eater, one of your friends, or Dumbledore?” Harry smirked at him for just a minute. “You could, but who would believe that I would confide that in you? They all know the animosity between us, in fact they probably would hex you into next week for doing something to me and trying to hide it with that tale.”

Draco just shook his head. “Potter, it wasn’t my choice all those years ago. You made the decision and I’ve had to live with it, no matter that I never wanted it to be like that. We could have ruled this school together and showed them the meaning of the word cooperation and togetherness. Instead, you chose Weasley over me and have had to do things the hard way since. I must admit, it’s been fun watching you get out of things, but then it’s sad that I wasn’t involved with them from the beginning. I always wished that you would have invited me along on one of them so I could have showed you I could help you, be there for you, too.”

Draco gave a sad smile and stood to stretch. Harry stood to look closer at this Malfoy he had missed for the past seven years. Both young men stood there looking at each other. The train’s whistle began blowing and suddenly lurched, throwing the boys into each other and onto the floor. Harry managed to land on top of Draco. The men lay together, just looking into each other’s eyes, letting the motion of the train rub them together. Harry made to get up but was stopped by Draco’s hand reaching behind his head and pulling him down for their first kiss.

It started with just lips pressed together until both were comfortable and left with a sense of longing for more. Draco snuck his tongue out, running it gently across Harry’s lips while spreading his legs so Harry would settle between them bringing their bodies in closer contact. Harry groaned and opened his mouth to let the other’s tongue in to explore. The guys began the ancient tongue dance, their bodies following their own instincts to get closer to the other and the pleasure that awaited them. They heard the whistle blow, their movements became frantic, trying to reach the pinnacle before their time was up. The train’s movements heightened the friction as their grinding and thrusting sped up. Harry arched his back, thrusting hard against the man under him as Draco raised up against him seeking more. Both felt the contact through their clothes and moaned into each other, finding their release. The brunette laid on the blonde, both heaving and panting. Harry summoned the strength to transfigure their cloaks into cushions and blankets, whisper a cleaning spell over both and rolled to the side. He pulled Draco into his arms, kissed his temple, and covered them, letting sleep settle over them.

The men slept on until the whistle sounded long and loud, signaling their arrival at the platform. The steady rocking stopped, disturbing their peace. Both woke slowly, looking around, finally resting their gaze on each other. Both smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Harry broke off the kiss, extricated himself from Draco’s arms, and stood. He stuck his hand out to help Draco up. The gesture was not lost to either as Draco accepted the hand up, holding on to it, pulling Harry back against him. The blonde proceeded to trail kisses up the jaw of the other, to his ear then back down to his neck. He heard the moan and applied more pressure, marking the area. Harry felt himself harden again and ground into Draco. The blonde brought his lips back to the brunette’s and the tongues were once again locked into battle. The guys barely had time to break away as the first sounds of departure broke through their hearing. Harry quickly transfigured their robes back and straightened himself as much as possible while watching Draco do the same.

Before Harry could exit the compartment, Draco grabbed his hand. “Harry, why don’t you come stay with me for a while? I’m not going back to the manor, too many bad memories there. I have another house not far from an apparition point that would suit your needs. You could stay as long as you like, we could do the things you want to together.” He stood there in apprehension waiting for an answer.

Harry turned to look at him and gently smiled. “Draco, that would be fantastic, but first I have to have some time to find myself, to find out what I want out of this life. You were fantastic just now and I’m going to always remember that, and miss you. Take care Dragon, hopefully we’ll meet again.” Harry pulled his hand away as a look of pain crossed Draco’s face and the brunette hurried out the door to embark on the new path his life was taking. Draco sat in the compartment for a while longer, waiting for everyone else to disembark the train. He finally got up, gathered his things, and left for his new house; a painful ache filling his chest as he realized the man he loved just walked out of his life.


The New Path

Harry fled the train and the occupants before he could be waylaid. He made his way through the platform and out into Muggle London, found a bench to sit on and just sat there, trying to figure out why he was experiencing an ache in his chest when he thought about the last few hours. He firmly pushed the memories to the back of his mind, stood, and hurried out of the station. He knew how to find living accommodations from his time at the Dursley’s so he put them to use and found a nice motel in the quiet section of town and settled in for a couple of days.

Harry rested a couple of days while looking through travel brochures deciding where he was heading. Once his itinerary was settled, he packed up and began his travels. Harry would send a postcard by owl to Draco when he found something he thought he might like and did the same with the Weasleys and Hermione. His travels kept him moving and he found time for the beaches while on those travels. The only thing Harry did not get accomplished that he had mentioned to Draco was screwing his brains out. He couldn’t find anyone who satisfied the criteria he had set or could hold his interest.

Harry finally had enough of travel, made his way back to London and into Diagon Alley. He made sure to wear glamour since he wanted no one to notice him as Harry Potter. He quickly found a house near the border of the magical world and Muggle world. He settled in and rested for about 3 weeks before he became bored and decided he needed to do something more with his life. He began reading the papers from both worlds when one day an article caught his eye. It was an employment advert that promised travel, meeting new people and a fair wage depending on your skills. Harry immediately went to see about the position and was hired. Thus began Harry’s new life as a traveling salesperson.

Harry’s new life kept him busy but he was enjoying it. True to the ad and training, he met a lot of interesting people and discovered there were a lot of unhappy people out there who would look for a release wherever they could find it. Harry made sure to avoid that all costs. It wasn’t hard since no one fulfilled his criteria. He would start thinking on this and it would take him back to his last train ride from Hogwart's and he would push that memory to the back of his mind and continue working. No sense dwelling on the past.

He didn’t travel much into the magical world, but he would pop in once in a while under glamour and sell his products and leave. No one ever figured it out.

Then one day he was making an infrequent visit and was stopped at the site before his eyes. There stood Draco Malfoy looking better than he had on the last day. The memories assailed Harry as he realized how long he had been gone. Had it really been 4 years? Where had the time gone? He looked back at Draco who was looking harassed, trying to deal with the stores and the lack of accommodations.

Harry watched him give up in frustration and leave. He decided to follow to see what was bothering the blonde and if he could help. He could always use the excuse of his products to meet with Draco again. The big question was to leave on the glamour or not? He decided to leave it on until he knew the situation at Draco’s house.

He followed him home and waited for 10 minutes before going to the door. Draco opened the door himself in a temper that Harry hadn’t encountered since Hogwart’s. Harry placed a winning smile on his face and began his normal routine. “Good day sir. It looks like you are a busy and harassed person, so I won’t take much of your time. If you’ll grant me a few minutes to show you my wares?” Since Harry was in the magical world today, his kit contained all magical items. Draco fumed, threw up his hands and muttered “Why the fuck not? Not much else can go wrong today. Get in here, I’ll give you 10 minutes. Convince me to buy something.”

Harry followed Draco into the house and looked around. It was very tastefully, if sparsely furnished. Harry sat down where indicated and began his spiel. Draco was listening to the voice. Something wasn’t right here. The voice was familiar and missed, but the face was wrong. Draco whispered the disillusionment spell and sat shocked. In front of him was the man he has missed for years and was in a disguise. Why? Draco tried to pay attention but more questions came along with something else he hadn’t had happen in years.

Harry stopped talking and looked at Draco, wondering why he was getting strange looks. “Excuse me sir, is there something I can do for you, or show you, or explain? You seem confused.” Draco looked at Harry again and moved over to sit next to him. He leaned in closer and decided to play with Harry to see how far he would go. “Oh yes, there are lots of things you can do for me and show me. I’ll buy one of everything in your kit right now if you will give me a personal demonstration.” Draco brought his hand up and gently stroked Harry’s ear and let his hand ghost down to his neck and ran a fingernail across the spot he had marked years ago. He felt Harry inhale and decided to be a little more forward. He leaned over and picked up something randomly off the table. “How would I use this, show me?” He placed it in Harry’s hand and sat back, letting his fingers play with the brunette’s hair and back of his neck.

Harry swallowed hard. He had never been this tempted in all the years on the road. Should he give in to temptation and allow his glamour to protect him and let him do what he wanted?

He looked at the object in his hand and smiled. Just because he wasn’t having a relationship with someone, didn’t mean he didn’t know what or how to use what he sold. He smiled at Draco, thinking his glamour was still intact and decided to play. “Excuse me sir. Each item comes with a full description on the care and use of it. But in your case, I will make an exception and be glad to demonstrate.”

Harry made a deal of showing the on/off switch to Draco. He turned it on and felt it began to move in his hand. “If I may be so bold sir?” Harry reached out and took a hold of Draco’s hand and brought it to his leg, palm up. The small vibrating object was placed against Draco’s palm and gently moved across the palm to the fingers. Harry spread the fingers gently and let the object due its work. It moved the appendages between Draco’s fingers and gently curled around his, vibrating the whole time. Harry began speaking. “This little device, the Happy Hand, will soothe your most stressed parts with gentle pressure and vibration. Feel the sensations going through your hand? Imagine after a hard day at work or a boring meeting to come home or sneak off into your office and apply it to your neck. Watch and feel.” Harry took it away from Draco’s hand and placed it on his neck. Draco moaned, “That’s nice. What else have you got?” Harry took the Happy Hand and placed it in Draco’s lap and reached for another object. He was distracted enough being this close to Draco again that he forgot to turn off the Hand. Draco’s eyes widened when he felt the hand wrap as far as possible around his growing erection and vibrate. He looked to see what else Harry had with him.

Harry picked up the next item and wondered how to demonstrate this one. It had never been a problem before. “Excuse me sir, but this item would be more in order for the lady in your house. I could describe the function, if you want, to her?” Draco shook his head. “There’s no one else here. I’m single.” Harry smiled and nodded. “In that case, I can still describe it to you and tell you of the other possibilities it possesses.”

Harry turned the item on after showing Draco where to operate it and produced a food-encrusted plate. “Now then, for those days when you wake up, say after a hard night of partying, only to come face to face with the dirty dishes that the house elves won’t even touch but you just can’t throw away. Let the Mighty Mouth give you relief from time consuming and tiring elbow grease needed to clean them”. Harry placed the Mouth on the plate and they watched as it sucked and made short work of the food dried on the plate and even the liquids that were still there. “It can also be used for small spills, like a glass of juice or gravy. Something on that order” By now Draco was having trouble keeping a straight face between the hand on his cock and his imagination of what else that mouth could do. Harry blindly placed it in Draco’s lap also and turned for another object. Unknown to Harry, he had placed it at the tip of Draco’s erection and it was still on. Draco wasn’t complaining.

He picked up the third object, held it in front of Draco’s eyes. “This little darling is called the Twistable Tickler. For those pesky little places that the dust just seems to hide that regular dusters can’t get to. Watch.” Harry turned it on and showed how it would move the attached feathers to reach dust in hard to reach areas. He saw Draco swallow and laid it on his crossed arms. The feathers tried to perform their work, the only areas they could reach were both of Draco’s nipples and they were working on him. Draco sighed and looked at Harry. His eyes were beginning to glaze and he was almost over stimulated.

Harry brought up the next object and Draco just groaned. “This top of the line item is guaranteed to give you hours of free time to follow your pursuits. We call it the Wonder Wizard. Harry opened the container and let it inflate to its full size. “With just the simple enclosed spell, you can have your own “twin” in no time that can substitute for you or with the purchase of the additional spell, it can emulate any one you desire. You only have to provide the clothes and its ready to go. Let me show you.” Harry cast the first spell and Draco was looking at a naked version of himself standing in front of him. “I should warn you, it will be anatomically correct in all ways. Would you like to see a demo of the additional spell?” Draco managed to murmur “Oh yes, please.” Since Harry was the only other person there and it was Draco, he used the spell to create a twin of himself sans clothes. Draco let his gaze travel the full length of the replica several times while shivering.

“Are you sure that’s correct, Harry?” Draco hadn’t realized he’d let the name slip until Harry looked at the twin in front of him and then saw himself in the mirror. He turned to Draco. Harry was astonished to see the lust in Draco’s eyes. His own emotions were taking over. “Why did you do it Draco? How did you know?”

Draco was almost beyond coherent thought but he managed to give Harry a brief explanation. “Why – I wanted you. How did I know - the voice and face didn’t fit each other. I know that voice, I hear it in my dreams every night and see your face.” He grabbed Harry, dragged him onto the couch, pushed him down and became a blanket covering all of him. “Please Harry, finish what your wonderful gadgets started.” Harry looked into Draco’s eyes as comprehension slowly dawned.

He placed one hand over Draco’s erection and began playing with his nipples with the other. He moved his mouth to the blonde’s neck and began to gently kiss and suck upon him. Harry tired of this and rolled so Draco was now under him. He trailed his lips down the chest of the blonde and slithered his way downwards. He got to Draco’s pants, undid them and slid his hand inside to continue. Draco gasped and bucked up into the hand surrounding him. “More, please.” Harry began sliding the pants and boxers off of Draco and threw them to the floor. He let his hands glide up the sculpted legs and thighs to edge under the shirt. Harry let the shirt bunch up on his arms as he moved up. He lifted Draco up to sitting and tugged the shirt off and tossed it, not caring where it landed. He leaned in and placed lips to lips, letting the momentum carry them back to the couch. Harry’s hands began imitating the Tickler, eliciting more groans from Draco. Harry used one had to begin divesting himself of clothes, he wanted to feel all of Draco this time. Draco brought his hands around to Harry’s back, caressing him, holding him closer and tighter. Harry broke the kiss and let his mouth move down Draco’s jaw and neck. He found the same spot he had 4 very long years ago. He was pleased to feel and hear that it brought the same reaction when touched. He began sucking on the spot, marking Draco as he had four years ago. His mouth traveled down the chest in little kisses. He found the first nipple and placed a feather light kiss on it, flicked it with his tongue and saw it tighten and rise. He blew across it gently, watching Draco shudder as the reflexes kicked in. Harry took the nipple into his mouth, beginning the gentle suction while laving it with his tongue, alternating teasing pressure with harder pressure.

Draco spread his legs to let Harry settle himself closer. Harry took a hand and ran it down to the blonde’s erection then lower, playing with his sack. Harry let his mouth follow his hand finally. Draco yelled out Harry’s name when he felt the tongue flick across the head of his cock then twist to swipe up the pre-cum. Harry’s hand in the meantime had worked down to Draco’s opening and was teasing and tickling. Harry reached over to the table and grabbed a bottle he had set out to demonstrate to Draco. He uncapped it and poured a small amount onto his hand. He took one finger and ran it over Draco’s lips. It was the strangest combination Draco had ever experienced. “Harry, oh my god, what is that?” Harry chuckled and said it was something special they sold. It was a combination of warm fudge taste and texture with an oily base. He coated Draco’s cock thoroughly, letting it drizzle onto his balls and down to his entrance.

Harry began licking the substance off of Draco, while keeping his eyes on the blonde. He let his one hand slip down to the entrance and began teasing it. Draco was whimpering and begging for more, Harry was happy to deliver. He inserted one finger, slowly, teasingly until the man under him was squirming and trying to buck harder on the fingers. Harry’s mouth got busy cleaning the “sauce” form Draco’s balls. When they were spotlessly clean, he worked his way back to the throbbing cock. He leaned over and slowly began swallowing the swollen phallus. Draco jerked at the two different pleasures he was receiving. He placed his hands on the brunette’s head to help guide him. Harry began humming while throating Draco and tickling with his finger. Harry withdrew the digit and added a second one and pushed back in. He soon found Draco’s prostate and would tickle it in three or four short bursts and stop. Draco tried to push farther into Harry even though Draco had all there was to give. With a final set of suction moving up the cock to the tip, Harry inserted a third finger, tapped the prostate several times, and began scissoring his fingers. He had reached the top of the cock as he tapped the prostate for a third time and felt Draco expand and explode into his mouth. Draco yelled, arched his back one more time, then collapsed.

Harry lay on top of Draco, just watching him. His own condition was rock hard with no hope of abating. He moved again so his cock was lying at the entrance to Draco’s pleasure palace. He grabbed the bottle again and poured some onto his cock and began stroking himself. He looked into Draco’s eyes for confirmation and was not disappointed. Draco nodded and raised his ass off the couch to Harry’s eager member. Harry guided it in, slowly and gently. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, threw one leg over the back of the couch for more leverage and lift, then wrapped the other around Harry. Harry began at a slow pace, intent on making his lover beg. It worked, Draco was shivering with anticipation and begging Harry for more and harder and faster. Harry was happy to oblige and felt Draco harden again with the friction between their bodies. Draco began chanting “yes, yes, faster, fuck me harder and deeper.” Harry was lost as he gave him everything he had. He felt Draco tighten his arse muscles as Draco’s cock twitched hard twice and came over their stomachs. Harry couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded into Draco.

Both men lay panting on the couch, forehead to forehead, lips to lips. Both smiled at the other. Harry removed himself from Draco and muttered cleaning spells for them. They sat up, staring at each other, but afraid it was just another dream.

They heard faintly familiar sounds and looked around. Their eyes fell on the “twin” who had managed to “catch” the objects Harry was peddling as Harry had removed the from Draco, unintentionally letting them land in the exact position that they had been on Draco. The real Harry looked at them with wide eyes and Draco was envious that they were the first to map out Harry, even the fake one. Unfortunately, the fake Harry was not designed for that kind of stimulation and he began bursting at the seams. The sounds coming from it were reminiscent of Harry groaning on the train. It sparked Draco’s attention as he reached over and removed the items. He looked at Harry and raised a silky eyebrow again. He received a nod and began the teasing.

When Draco was done teasing Harry and tasting the “substance”, he took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom off of the sitting room. “Now Harry, it’s my turn to demonstrate your wares to you.” Draco began the same way Harry had and soon had him thrashing all over the bed. Harry couldn’t wait any longer and began begging. “Please Draco, please fuck me.” Draco began the slow and pleasurable task of fulfilling Harry’s order. When both were too tired, too replete, to move, Draco pulled up the covers, snuggled into Harry and both fell asleep.

Harry awoke to the feeling of hands roaming his body. It felt good, better than good, it was great. He looked at Draco and smiled, running a hand over the soft flaxen locks. They began to speak softly of the time apart and what they had seen and done. Draco was very interested in where Harry had picked up his knowledge. Harry just grinned and mentioned something about the number one seller he carried was the “Twin” and how he fantasized about it being Draco and the tools he would use on them.

Draco finally asked Harry what they were really for and why he sold them door to door. Harry looked at him and smiled. “Would you believe they really are for use around the house, they just come in handy as sex toys, two functions for the price of one. And why do I sell them door to door? Well, I wanted to see people’s reaction to my creation, and what better way then that. I’ve had all kinds of responses to them, but I’ve always resisted the offers until yours. In fact, I instruct my other sellers how to recognize and avoid the Horny Homeowner and still make the sales.”

Harry rolled over and kissed Draco gently again. “I’ll never regret accepting your invitation to demonstrate them. My only regret is that it’s taken me four long years to get back here.” Draco looked at him and kissed him again. “I’m glad you waited and that I’m the only Horny Homeowner you answered. Harry, I asked you four years ago and I’m asking again. Will you come live with me, fulfill your dreams of selling and mine of having you near?”

Harry swallowed hard and smiled, letting it reach his shining emerald eyes. “Yes, Draco, as long as you promise you will still be my Horny Homeowner when I come back from selling.” Draco readily agreed and asked Harry who he was working for now, Harry just chuckled. “I own the company that makes, tests and sells those little items and I’m looking for a new tester anyway. Can I test them on you?” His response was a loud Yes followed by a pair of lips to seal the deal.