Circle of Gold

Title: Circle of Gold
Author: Ida
Genre: Angst/Romance/Fluff
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.

Summary: Draco’s been dropping eaves again. This time, he’s had enough.

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“Harry James Potter, you low-life, scar-headed jerk! I hate you!” Draco flat out refused to allow his inner rollercoaster to show on his face, though there was a definite crack in his mask. He couldn’t control the trembling of his body any more than he could stop the tide, but there was no way in hell that he was going to cry.

Harry sat at the kitchen table in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place with one eyebrow raised, green eyes displaying confusion and rapidly deteriorating patience. He’d come down for breakfast, opened up the paper and was enjoying a nice cup of freshly brewed coffee when Draco had come storming in. He sighed. “What’s wrong this time, Draco?”

“Oh no, I’m not saying another word.” The blonde wizard withdrew his wand and muttered a charm that produced six very stuffed pieces of designer luggage. “I’m leaving!” Huffing angry, he spun around into the corridor, his luggage bobbling along after him.

Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley, Harry’s breakfast companions, sat in silence, chewing their toast while pretending they were anywhere BUT in the kitchen with the feuding lovers. Each silently commended Harry for remaining so calm, but given the number of incidents that plagued the couple that were exactly like this one, it was a given that Harry would eventually get used to Draco’s theatrics.

Harry stood up slowly, stretched liberally, and padded out of the kitchen after his miffed boyfriend. “Draco love, what are you doing?” He leaned against the foyer wall casually, his keen eyes taking in every movement of the blonde across the way.

Draco was seated on one of his enormous suitcases, violent tremors wracking his slight frame, and pointedly looking any where and everywhere Harry wasn’t. He sniffed. “I’m waiting for the Knight Bus.”

“Where do you plan on going, love?”

“Don’t call me that! You have no right.” The blonde sneered, his face twisting about in a reflection of his spoiled school persona. Unfortunately for him, the hate didn’t reach his eyes, which were dull with hurt.

Harry started and stood up straight. This was a hell of a lot more serious that he’d first thought. “What have I done, Draco? Please tell me?”

“You know exactly what you’ve done! Well guess what, I know the truth now, and I’m not going to sit by like a good little bitch while you and your whore run along behind my back.” He straightened up and flicked his wrist. “Goodbye Harry, and before you get any nice ideas, I don’t want an invitation, even if you have an open bar.” His luggage floated on after him as he flounced out the door, his shoulders back and head held high.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the now closed door, his heart’s desire having slammed it shut on his way out. He shook his head. “What the fuck just happened?” Your angel left you. “Fuck.” Harry slumped against the wall, grateful that Mrs. Black’s portrait wasn’t there to torment him while he digested and processed what had just become of his relationship with who he would quantify as the love of his life. Invitation? Wait a minute. Open Bar? “Oh no…Draco, you git! Why must you always eavesdrop?” He shook his head sadly. Now that Draco was gone, there was no guarantee that Harry would be able to find him. He’d usually always managed to stop his irate lover before he left the house.

“Harry! What’s happened?! What did you do to upset him this time?” Hermione shuffled out of the kitchen, pulling her bathrobe tighter around her curvy body, Ginny close on her heels.

Harry swallowed, his face an ashen white. “Draco suspects that Ginny and I are uh…getting married.”

Ginny gasped. “Oh Harry, he must have heard us last night! Didn’t he say anything about it before you went to bed?”

Harry’s brows knitted together. “No, he didn’t.”

“Well did he try?” Hermione asked.

“No, he-” You fucking IDIOT! Harry threw his head back into the wall.

“Oh Harry, he tried to tell you something, didn’t he? He was upset, and you wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise.” Ginny snorted. “Harry, you’re such a man sometimes.”

“Well, what did you do?” Hermione demanded, her arms flailing angrily.

Harry’s cheeks reddened slightly. “I made love to him.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “and then you left him to wake up alone this morning.”

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“Hush angel.” Harry kissed Draco’s brow gently. He smoothed his hands down his lover’s body, slipping them up under the silk pajama shirt to caress the silky flesh underneath.

“Harry, stop it. I’m trying to talk to you. Is sex all you ever think about?!” The blonde pulled away angrily. “We need to discuss-” His protests were cut off by a hot, persistent mouth. Harry gathered Draco’s body into his arms, stealthily removing the forsaken shirt to expose the creamy flesh he so adored.

“We can talk later, angel.” Harry kissed him desperately, pouring his love into every caress. He smiled behind his kisses when Draco melted into his arms, becoming oddly clingy and submissive.

“Harry, please.” Draco squeezed his eyes shut while as Harry continued his vigorous assault.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Harry!”

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Draco prided himself on his ability to make it all the way back to Malfoy Manor and have all of his things unpacked and put away without the use of magic before he broke down completely. Now he was seated on the lush carpet floor of his childhood bedroom, a tray of sweet cakes on one side, and a pint of chocolate chip mint on the other. Booster was on his way with a fresh box of tissues.

There was no doubt in his mind that he was a complete fucking idiot.

Sighing, he grabbed another scoop of ice cream. Draco, you blind fool. Of course you were just a warm body to fuck. He’d tried to confront Harry, and all his lover had done was ignore him, and the seduce him. Draco hadn’t stood a chance. At least you had that one last time.He silently cursed himself while waiting for the house elf to bring him more tissues; the super soft muggle ones with the lotion on them for his hyper sensitive skin. He had a stock in the basement stores, and he couldn’t figure out what was taking so long.

Oh. Right. He’d taken them to Grimmauld Place when he’d moved in with Harry.

A fresh well of tears began to flow as Draco recalled all of the wonderful memories of his time spent with Harry. His lover had always known the right things to say, the right things to do.

But it had all been a lie.

How can his touch lie? There’s no way he could have faked that.

He remembered Harry’s kisses that had stolen his breath away, the teasing caresses on his wrist while they walked together on chilly days in the park. The way he always hooked his foot around Draco’s left calf to make him fall so he could pin him and have his wicked way with him….

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“You pillock! Give that back!”

“Now now baby, didn’t your mommy ever teach you to share?” Harry twisted away; using his superior height to keep the delicious chocolate brownie away from Draco’s straining hands.

“Harry James Potter! Give me back my chocolate, now! I’m warning you…” Draco scowled, but otherwise looked appeased as the treat was placed back into his hands.

“I only wanted a taste.”

“All you had to do was ask!”

“Pffft, right. The fucking thing would have disappeared in an instant.”

Draco gaped. “Are you calling me a pig?”

“Of course not baby, I’m just saying that you have an…enthusiastic appreciation for fine food.” Draco scowled. Harry bent down and kissed the skin below his ear gently while whispering softly so only he could hear. “You, my angel, are perfect. Now enjoy your treat before I steal it away again.”

“Pffft, nice save, Juan.”

Harry laughed. “You know you love me.”

Draco smiled. “I really do.”

* * *


“Merlin Harry, please don’t tease me anymore!” He begged, arching into Harry’s hands desperately. He craved the feel of his lover’s hands on his flesh, if only Harry would stop teasing! A wickedly talented tongue grasped one of his sensitive nipples, lapping gently and working him into a frenzy. He mewled, embarrassing as it was, he knew his little noises would make Harry work faster.

He needed to feel Harry inside of him, to be claimed in the basest of ways. “Harry…I’m ready, please…take me.”

The feeling of Harry moving inside of him was indescribable. Discomfort gave way to pleasure, which gave way to peace. Somewhere inside him a vine had been wrapping itself about his heart, threatening to squeeze it until it burst into a million pieces. Each thrust of Harry’s cock, each murmured word, each gentle caress…they all served to loosen the vine and replace it with a protective barrier. Harry’s emerald gaze pierced through into the very depths of his soul and claimed him…

Utterly. Completely.

* * *

“You know I just like to hold you.” Harry murmured into his ear, teasing the tip with a gentle nip. He wrapped his arms protectively around Draco, pulling his slim body back against his chest. Draco snuggled into the warmth, the protective covering of his House scarf slipping down to expose his reddened cheeks. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too.”

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“Draco Malfoy, I’m not going anywhere until you get your ass out here and talk to me!” Ginevra Weasley wasn’t a patient woman. She had even less patience when dealing with her ex boyfriends ex boyfriend. “Please hear me out, will you? God knows you won’t give Harry the time of day, and he’s exhausted. He’ll be back you know, and if you care about him at all, you’ll listen to what we have to say!”

Silence.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy-”

“Get the fuck out of my house, you slimy whore!” The bedroom door opened to reveal a seriously disheveled Draco wearing ice cream stained pajama’s with little sleeping dragon’s on them. Ginny would have stopped to admire the adorable outfit, but her attention was riveted on Draco’s swollen, red eyes. Watery eyes.

She glared at him. “You call me a whore one more time and I’m leaving, and you can fuck any chance you ever had at being with Harry, because you don’t deserve him, you cretin!”

Draco sighed, shaking his head in defeat. “Fine.” He sneered, though his tone didn’t have the fire it had once possessed. “Let’s hear your end of it then, though I can’t see how you can explain away a marriage proposal.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’m not sleeping with Harry. I’ve never slept with Harry. We shared a few kisses way back in school before the war, but that is ALL we’ve ever shared in a romantic sense. In fact, Harry hasn’t taken anyone to his bed except you since the war.”

Draco pursed his lips. “Marriage proposal?” He asked sarcastically.

“Oh. That.” Ginny smiled. “I’m not marrying Harry either.”

“But-but. You said YES!” Draco cried.

“I did. It was a mock. I only reacted the way I expected someone else might act…you know, when Harry actually proposes to them.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “I knew it, that slimy cad! Who is it then?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Draco, you’re the biggest idiot this side of Ron. Who do you think Harry might propose marriage to?” She looked like wanted to smack him.

Draco shriveled up, recoiling back into his room. “I don’t know.” He said in a small voice.

Ginny’s eyes widened in shock. “Seriously?!” One look at Draco looking so small and fragile told her that he truly didn’t. “Fuck, Draco. Look, I’m going to send Harry over here, okay? Promise me that when he comes, you’ll let him speak?”

Draco nodded, sinking to the floor into a ball.

xxxx

“He seriously doesn’t think you’d love him enough to want to be with him forever. He thinks you’re with someone else!”

Harry stood at the front door of Malfoy Manor, Wibble the House Elf had greeted him and was checking to see if Draco would see him or not. Ginny’s words had been ringing in his ears for the last half hour. “Master Draco says he will see you today, Mr. Potter.” Harry shook his head at the appearance of the house elf.

“Thank you.” He was grateful that the elf didn’t leave him. He still got lost in the huge Malfoy house. He found Draco curled up in a ball on his elaborate four-poster, and the sight broke his heart. He carefully stepped to the bed and sat down in the end closest to his lover, and was dismayed to see Draco recoil when he tried to touch him. “Baby.” He stopped. “Draco, please honey, listen to me.”

The blonde opened his eyes and looked at Harry, who appeared to be little more than a blob behind his tears. “Hello, Harry.”

“I love you, Draco.”

Draco sat up. “Do you?”

Harry scooted closer, but didn’t try to touch. “Yes, Draco, I do. Very much so.”

“Then why did you propose to Ginny Weasley!”

Harry blushed, and risked touching Draco to gently push his loose fringe behind a pale ear. He was delighted when Draco allowed the touch. “I was uh…practicing.”

Draco flinched. “Practicing?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, I wanted it to be perfect. I’ve been practicing by myself for weeks, and I’ve been too nervous. Ginny offered to help.”

“I wish you would have told me, I could have packed sooner.”

“That’s what I don’t understand, Draco. Why would you need to pack?”

“Because a Malfoy would never fill the role of the Savior’s mistress” He spat.

Having heard enough, Harry pounced, dragging his smaller lover into an embrace he couldn’t escape. He kissed the top of Draco’s head fiercely, his eyes watery with his own fresh tears. “Draco, angel, you’re an idiot. It’s a good thing I love you so much.”

“Let me go!” Draco thrashed in the unwanted embrace.

“No angel. I’m never letting you go, not until death do us part.”

Draco stilled. He looked up at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “Me?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Of course you, you git! Who else would I want to wake up with every morning, give up the hot water to, make special tea for, and pick up after?”

“Please tell me that that is not the line you practiced.”

Harry laughed. “No, I threw it out. I just want you, baby. All of you, especially the part that eats chocolate mint ice cream by the pint in bed and ends up with sticky fingers.” Harry’s eyes caught the empty container on the bedside table.
Draco blushed. “All of me?” His voice was small.

Harry kissed his nose. “All of you. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?”

Draco flushed. “Yes, Harry, I will.” A simple gold band appeared on his finger, a symbol for the promise they’d just made. “I love you, Harry.”

Harry kissed him, putting all the broken bits back in their proper place. “I love you too, Draco.”

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End

The title is inspired by/taken from Sarah McLachlan’s Time. Don’t sue!

“You see love-- a tight, thorny thread that you spin in a circle of gold
You have me to hold me
a token for all to see
captured to be yours alone…”

I thought it was fitting :)