Secondhand Robes: Epilogue

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That’s how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

A/N: This is the first part of a special epilogue for Secondhand Robes, the second part will be uploaded in two weeks, when I return from vacation.


Secondhand Robes: Epilogue


Draco had to admit it. Harry Potter had turned out to be a much better boyfriend than a rival. He was patient, which, given that Draco was often tense and snappish, was a godsend. He was also generous with his time and his affection, which did wonders for Draco’s ego (though he’d never admit that he was insecure!). Harry was one other thing as well. Incredibly, wildly, almost ridiculously horny.

It had been months since Draco had kissed Harry in the Great Hall, thereby announcing to the world that he had made a choice and wasn’t ashamed of it in the slightest, and in those months he had grown inexorably closer to Harry each day.

Things had started simply enough with long walks, pleasant conversations, some hand holding and many flustered kisses. Once Harry had become comfortable, however, things had progressed quickly.

The snogging sessions had grown longer, with as much attention paid to where each others hands were as to what their mouths were doing. Before long, snogging had become grinding, and the grinding had led to orgasms. Especially for Harry.

Draco supposed that it might have been Harry’s long life without being touched with affection by others that caused it, but Harry came hard and easily, utterly without shame, with just a modest amount of pressure near his groin and some solid attention from Draco’s mouth just behind his ear. More impressively, it didn’t take Harry long to recover at all, and more than once, the horny git had been hard again a few minutes later.

It was flattering, if a bit disconcerting at first. He liked that Harry responded so well to him, and that knowledge made him feel a surge of pride and more than a little lust. It was Harry’s quickly rising need for more that ultimately began to make him feel less confidant, and more than a bit nervous.

For all practical purposes, Draco really had no experience being gay…or being straight for that matter. He would rather have choked on his own bile than confessed to being sexually inexperienced, but the truth was that, having only ever snogged a couple of girls and one boy before Harry, he hadn’t the faintest idea what to do, and was making it up as he went along.

He was sure that he wanted sex…and he was also sure that he only really wanted it with Harry, but some stubborn shard of Malfoy pride insisted that he know what he was doing before he went and did it. The notion of being outclassed in bed, or performing poorly, was utterly intolerable, and he had every intention of making their first night of real sex a night that would live in Harry’s mind as a legend.

Unfortunately, getting said information was harder than it sounded. He’d no desire to share this problem with others, especially not Slytherins, who would laugh long and loud if they heard that Draco Malfoy was a virgin in need of advice. That left books, which he really didn’t wish to be caught with. So he had stalled. That had lasted him almost five months, and time was running out.

Not they hadn’t used the time in the interim quite well. Truthfully, Draco now knew a lot more than most about everything except the ‘main event’ itself. He knew these things because Harry knew them, and Harry had gently pulled and prodded Draco into more and more advanced acts as the year progressed. So far, Draco had no complaints.

Draco leaned back on his bed, and let his mind drift back through some of his fondest memories of the year that had been slowly passing by in a haze of pleasure.

It had been a crisp early spring night in the Astronomy Tower, but they had been more than warm enough, wrapped together on a bundle of blankets, watching the stars periodically between long rounds of snogging.

This time Harry had moved out from under Draco, just a few seconds after Harry had come hard into his own trousers, whimpering into Draco‘s kiss all the while.

Draco usually took much longer to finish, but had been shy about mentioning it, not wanting Harry to feel like he was insufficiently exciting. Harry had known full well that Draco didn’t finish as easily and, after recovering from his own shuddering release, promptly started snogging Draco again, this time moving his hand down Draco’s chest.

Draco had groaned in surprise and pleasure when that hand reached the fly of his trousers and quickly unfastened and opened them. He hadn’t been ready for it, and hadn’t asked for it, but Harry simply snogged him into lust drenched submission, and pulled him off gently and well within minutes.

The sensation of another person’s warm hand, wrapped delicately around his own aching erection, was more than he could last through. Then it had been his turn to tremble, thrusting instinctively into Harry’s talented hand, and biting back cries of pleasure that were muffled by soft lips that never ceased working wonders.

When any thought other than the urge to come had returned to him, Draco had been shocked to realize that he’d just reached a level of intimacy with Harry that he’d never known before. Harry Potter, of all people, had been the first person, boy or girl, to ever see Draco with an erection, much less touch that erection or stroke it to orgasm as skillfully as Draco himself could have!

Equally sated, they curled up among their blankets and snuggled for a couple more hours before returning to their respective dorms once again, and Draco still cherished the memory of that heady sense of freedom that had overwhelmed him after that night. He might still have been a virgin, but at last he’d shared more of himself with someone he adored than ever before.

It was a wonderful memory, and Harry’s silent swiftness to make certain of Draco’s pleasure had set the pace for their future progress. After that night, they’d taken to further experimentation along the same lines, learning to wank each other off, and practicing this new skill as often as possible.

One interesting part had been comparing his own manhood to another for the first time. He’d never seen another erect, and the very next time they’d been together, Draco had timidly employed the same techniques he’d just learned, this time for Harry’s benefit.

It had been intoxicating, holding Harry’s stiffened cock in his hand, and learning every detail of this most intimate part of his boyfriend’s anatomy.

While Draco had the longer of the two, his was relatively straight, pale like the rest of his skin, and traced with faint blue veins. It also tapered neatly to a narrower head, and had a neat, clean slip of foreskin that peeled away easily.

Harry’s was quite different. Aside from having skin that was naturally darker than Draco’s, Harry’s was thicker by far, even if it was a couple of inches shorter, and curved upwards very noticeably. The foreskin was slightly ragged, somewhat tighter, and pulled back automatically when Harry was hard. Most curious of all, at least to Draco, was the fact that Harry, when excited, leaked an absolutely ridiculous amount of pre-come.

The first time he’d put his hand down Harry’s pants, he’d encountered so much slick moisture that he’d initially thought that Harry had already come! On the bright side, it seemed very erotic to Draco, and also made for good lubricant, making Harry very short work at the mercy of Draco’s hand indeed.

Draco put his arms behind his head and stretched back comfortably. Thoughts of Harry drifted behind his closed eyes and through his mind.

In the dungeon hallways a month later, between their classes, they’d fled for the safety of an empty classroom, and made swift use of the precious time available to them.

Midway through their brief time in that fateful classroom, Harry had decided on his own to take things further than simple wanking. Though Draco had him pressed against a wall and was grinding mercilessly against Harry in the places that always brought the best results, Harry simply and suddenly dropped to his knees while laboring over Draco’s fly.

A lusty eyed glance from Harry, and a few seconds later, Draco’s erect length was in Harry’s mouth, and Harry’s tongue was doing utterly unbelievable things to the head of Draco’s cock. Draco had almost toppled over, legs shaking while he held himself against that wall for support. Only in the aftermath of that brilliant orgasm was he able to lean his head against the wall and catch his breath while he stroked Harry’s perpetually mussed hair. He wasn’t released from Harry’s wet and inviting mouth until every drop he could muster had been eagerly drained from him.

Perhaps Harry wasn’t any more skilled at such things than Draco was, but he took to it like a duck to water, and Draco, lacking much in the way of experience, loved anything that involved Harry, so it was all grand to him.

That new discovery between them had led Draco to the next, obvious step forward, which was giving the same treatment to Harry.

It hadn’t been half as bad as locker room talk had suggested. He’d never imagined that, as a Malfoy, he would kneel before another, much less Harry Potter, and then grant oral favors to said person. But it was an enlightening experience to say the least.

First, he discovered that the taste and scent of Harry actually made him hungry for more. Then he found out that Harry, whose mouth had generally been busy before, was quite noisy when unoccupied. Last, it took very little work to make Harry come, which was something he was used to, but when his boyfriend did come, from this new position, it seemed like a great deal more fluid was involved than he had previously imagined. It took a fair amount of practice before he could time himself to swallow as it came, and didn’t wind up gasping for air as the excess ran down his chin.

It had been thrilling to hold so much power over Harry, who wept and groaned and shivered at Draco’s every caress or stroke of the tongue. It was a heady thing, knowing that he could turn his lover into a shuddering ruin so easily.

After that, wanking and such became passé, and in the future, they moved from snogging and groping almost directly to exchanging blowjobs, which made their brief encounters between classes oh so much more satisfying, as well as slightly shorter.

All this was good, but it brought Draco back to the situation at hand. Harry would want something more…and soon. There were signs already showing.

This past week, Harry had shown an unexplained interest in remaining on his back during their snog time, and he tended to wrap his legs around Draco’s waist as well. Draco may have been a bit shy about sex in general, but he was neither stupid nor blind.

Harry was hinting, in that sweet, not at all self conscious way of his, that he fancied a shag, and that he wouldn’t mind if Draco did the shagging.

Draco was torn in two. On one hand, he felt incredibly honored, since he knew full well that Harry Potter was a virgin, and being offered something like this, from a Gryffindor, was very nearly the highest compliment that could be given to him. On the other hand, he was out of time to stall. He needed information fast, and had no idea where to get it. If he was to be Harry’s first, he wanted to repay that honor by having a clue as to what the hell he was doing, and by making the event something that Harry would never forget, even if they did it a thousand times (and what a pleasant thought that was!)

Draco slipped his pajama bottoms down, savoring the knowledge that, surrounded by curtains and spells, he had complete privacy even while sharing a room with others. He could relieve the aching stiffness that thoughts of Harry always brought, and no one would be the wiser.

In his mind’s eye, Draco was reliving the softness of Harry’s lips, the hunger hidden in Harry’s touch, and mind shattering sensations brought by Harry’s mouth. In minutes, he was spurting heavy droplets of come across his own chest and stomach, panting heavily, and wishing that Harry was here with him.

Draco couldn’t pinpoint the moment, but at some nebulous time in their relationship, he’d begun to realize that he missed Harry when they were apart. It made him blush with shame to think that a Malfoy was dependant upon the presence of another for his happiness, but no matter how embarrassing that knowledge may have been, it was still true.

The word used to make him sneer and laugh at others who made use of it. That word was now the only one appropriate for his situation. Love. He loved Harry Potter more than he had ever loved his own family, more than he had ever valued any acquaintance, more than he had ever desired any object of his fantasies. When Harry was near, smiling or laughing, or even just holding his hand, everything was right with the world. Conversely, when Harry was absent, he had the vague sense that something important…like an arm or a leg, was missing and needed to found as quickly as possible. What could such a thing be called, but love?

A hasty Scourgify later, Draco slipped into dreams, at peace with his lot in life, sure that somehow, he would find a way to make Harry as happy as Harry had made him.


TBC!!!