Beautiful Oblivion
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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8
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Beautiful Oblivion
Disclaimer: I solmenly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all propoerty of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This is the sequel to Adrift. Hope you enjoy! please don't forget to review! :)
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"Harry, what if she comes home?"
"She won't."
"But what if she does?"
"I thought you wanted a more comfortable place?"
Draco paused, looking around the lavishly furnished bedroom. Sunlight filtered in through yet another balcony in the house. Light yellow curtains billowed slightly in the breeze that came in through the open doors. Outside, the palm trees swayed back and forth in the wind.
Draco's eyes traveled over the sitting area in the corner, past the point where the T.V. could appear if needed and to the bed. The huge bed was covered with a plush comforter which was hardly needed in the warm weather. It was an iridescent green-gold color that glimmered as the sunlight hit it.
Draco looked back to Harry who was standing shirtless next to the bed and waiting for his response. Draco bit his lip in indecision. Ginny had left to go to some socialite function and Harry had invited him up to his bedroom for obvious reasons. He moved cautiously forward to where Harry stood.
When he reached him, Harry draped his arms over his shoulders and rested his head against Draco's forehead.
"Don't worry so much, we have hours," he whispered. Draco's eyes flickered once more to the bed before he inclined his head barely.
Harry smirked at him and kissed him softly. He guided him backward until his legs hit the bed and he fell onto it. He scooted back and Harry crawled on top of him, his hand grazing up Draco's thigh seductively.
Harry's eyes glittered as they took in Draco's form, over his toned muscles and slim waist, over his naval and up to his face where his eyes lingered on Draco's full lips and beautiful silver eyes. He reached up and slowly slid his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He leaned down and ran his tongue over his tightly muscled stomach, occasionally nipping at the pale flesh.
Draco arched into his touch, wanting so much more than Harry was giving at the moment. Harry slid his hands up Draco’s body, touching any exposed part of his lithe body. He continued his exploration as he moved upward on his stomach and chest.
His tongue swirled over Draco’s dusty-pink nipples, bathing the hard nubs. Draco groaned and fisted Harry’s hair. Harry looked up at him, grinning slyly. He moved upward and slid his hot tongue along Draco’s throat, dipping it into the hollow and sucking on the skin there. He could feel Draco’s increased pulse against his tongue as he slid it gracefully over his skin.
He nibbled lightly on the pale flesh, sucking on it, bringing the blood to the surface. Draco moaned and writhed underneath him, unable to keep still under this torture. Harry’s hand slid under his boxers to fist his pulsing cock.
He rubbed slowly at first while still kissing his neck torturously. His hand moved up and down over the hard member, increasing the pressure then taking it away. Draco groaned in frustration, trying to create more friction by arching his body upward.
Harry pulled away from his neck, still massaging his cock lightly. He smirked down at Draco who glared at him for his obvious teasing. He pressed light kisses to his neck, up his jaw line, the corner of his mouth. Then he moved back once more to look Draco in the eyes.
He leaned in a nuzzled Draco’s neck softly, still rubbing his hardened member lightly. He kissed his neck once more before moving up and kissing him hungrily, thrusting his tongue into the willing mouth.
He pulled Draco’s lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on it, drawing a low moan from the blond boy. Tongues entwined and teeth clashed as the kiss grew in fervor. Harry’s stroking increased along with the kiss, becoming harder and faster.
Draco broke the kiss with a gasp as Harry gave a particularly hard pull, not quite enough to make him cum but close. He gave a frustrated groan, biting his lip. Harry smirked at him as he pulled his hand out of Draco’s boxers.
Instead, he yanked them down, exposing Draco’s throbbing erection. He grinned wickedly at him and moved down his body. He nipped at Draco’s thigh, earning himself a groan from the boy above him. He flicked out his tongue experimentally over the head of Draco's pulsing cock, tasting the pre-cum that was already there.
“Fuck, Harry, please,” Draco whined, his head thrown back on the fluffy pillow. He was nearly dying from all the teasing.
Harry didn’t respond, only smirked and ran his tongue over the length of Draco’s erection, enjoying the shudder emitted by said boy. Draco’s hands were fisted around the fluffy covers, gripping them tightly. He whimpered as Harry teased him mercilessly, running his tongue around his pulsating cock.
Finally, he leaned in and took him up the hilt. Draco swallowed hard as Harry deep-throated him, pulling him completely into his mouth. His breathing was erratic as Harry began moving up and down over his rock hard erection.
Harry’s tongue swirled over Draco’s cock, licking skillfully as he moved deliberately, bringing Draco closer to completion. Draco threw his head back, his mouth open as he panted, trying not to cum so soon, to prolong the pleasure.
Unfortunately, Harry was far too good for Draco to resist very long. With a cry and an arch, he came forcefully in Harry’s mouth. Harry simply swallowed skillfully and licked up the rest sensuously.
He moved up to eye level with Draco and kissed him lazily, giving him a taste of himself. His hand skimmed up Draco’s sweaty skin, coming up to slide around his neck as they kissed.
With one more kiss, Harry pulled away, reaching over Draco to the bedside table. He pulled open a lower drawer and grabbed out a tube of lube and a condom.
He put on the condom and took the lube, spreading it over his fingers and cock. Draco spread his legs in preparation. Harry smirked down at him before sliding a finger into his inviting entrance. Draco shifted slightly as Harry moved it around, adding a second finger as well.
When he was well prepared, he removed them and replaced them with his cock, nudging the entrance slightly. Draco moaned as Harry slid himself in carefully. Harry looked down at the blond and smiled. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
Draco hissed as Harry became fully buried in his tight ass. Harry reached forward and gripped Draco’s hips, pulling himself out, only to slam back in. Draco gave a cry of surprise and undeniable pleasure as Harry hit that spot inside of him that caused stars to dance in front of his vision on the very first thrust.
Harry knew he had hit the perfect spot and angled himself to thrust deeper inside the boy. Draco slammed his hips up to meet Harry’s as he continued to thrust within his body. Harry stifled a groan as he pounded into Draco’s willing body.
“God, Draco, you’re so tight,” he gasped as the muscles contracted around his cock.
“Just don’t stop,” Draco panted, his eyes closed as Harry moved faster inside him.
“Never stop,” Harry murmured, pushing in harder. Draco didn’t appear to hear him though.
He threw his head back and arched his body into Harry’s as he felt himself coming closer and closer to completion.
Harry slammed his cock back into Draco’s receptive body and felt an explosion within himself as he came hard. He closed his eyes as white stars obscured his vision. When it was over, he collapsed, panting heavily on the bed next to Draco who had also cum minutes ago.
The plush comforter engulfed him as he lay there. He heard Draco shift and looked over at him. He found Draco lying on his side, looking at him intently.
“What?” he asked. Draco shrugged, lifting a hand and running it over Harry’s tanned chest.
He said nothing but moved closer, snuggling into Harry’s side. Harry didn’t protest but didn’t make any moves to go closer either. He simply slid an arm loosely around Draco's shoulders.
“Harry?” A voice came through the wall near the door and both boys sat up in shock.
“Fuck!” Harry cursed, scrambling off the bed and grabbing his boxers, slipping them on quickly. Draco looked panicked as he tried to figure out what to do.
“Mister Potter?” the voice called again and Harry stopped. Draco also stopped, a look of relief passing over his face.
“Luna, come in,” Harry said. The door swung open slowly and Luna entered, apparently not surprised at finding Harry in just his boxers and the pool boy holding a pair of pants over his private area. “Thank god it’s just you,” Harry sighed, relieved.
Luna gave him a dreamy smile and inclined her head in greeting to Draco who nodded awkwardly back.
“Mistress Potter will be home soon,” Luna told Harry, her eyes not focused directly on him, more to a point behind him. “She said she expects fresh flowers on the table. Shall I get some?”
“Why are you asking?” Harry asked. “If she wants something, you give it to her.”
“I was just checking,” Luna replied dreamily. “You know, she doesn’t always have the most normal demands.”
“Well, for now, if they are normal, do it,” Harry told her.
“Alright,” Luna said with a lop-sided smile. “Good day, Mister Malfoy.”
She turned then and left them alone in the room. Harry sighed in relief as he shut the door behind her. Draco let out a huge sigh then took down the pants he’d been using to cover himself and slipped them on after he put on his boxers.
“That was close,” he muttered, looking around for his shirt. He found it and slipped it over his head. When he got it over, he saw Harry standing close to him.
Harry moved closer, slipping his arms around Draco’s waist and leaning in closely. “Was it comfortable enough?” he asked quietly. Draco smiled softly and stood on his toes to kiss Harry softly.
“Much better,” he said. Harry kissed him again quickly then moved away, grabbing his own shirt from the floor and slipping it on. He moved to the door and held it open, motioning for Draco to go out.
He left and Harry followed him down the winding stairs and through the living room, out to the pool. Draco stood and looked out at the sparkling pool, glittering in the bright sun. The light breeze whipped up around them, moving the palm trees along with it.
Draco sighed as he looked over to the table where he had set his things before Harry had dragged him off upstairs. Harry stood behind him, watching as he stood by the edge. He hesitated for a second then moved up behind him.
He wrapped his arms around Draco’s stomach, resting his chin on his shoulder and sighed contentedly, looking out over the miles of land covered by palm trees and houses just as large as his.
“You better get back to work,” Harry said quietly, kissing him just below his ear. Draco groaned and unwillingly extracted himself from Harry’s grip. He moved over to the table and picked up the chlorine tablets, walking over to the edge and fishing out the giant rubber duck that served as the chlorine holder for the pool.
Harry stood watching him, his hands on his hips.
Inside, Ginny came stumbling through the front door, laden down with shopping bags. She could barely see for the many bags.
“Luna!” she called, her voice muffled by the bags. When there was no response, she huffed and called again, louder. “Luna!!”
Finally, Luna popped up. She stood there looking at Ginny as she struggled with the bags.
“Yes, Mistress Potter?” she asked with a half-smile on her face.
“Help me! Take these bags upstairs,” Ginny said, finally just dumping them on the ground and scowling at Luna.
“Yes, Mistress Potter,” she replied, grabbing a few bags by the handle and starting up the stairs.
“And don’t call me that!” Ginny called up after her crossly.
“Yes, Mistress Potter,” came Luna’s voice softly down as she carried the bags upstairs.
Ginny growled to herself and stalked into the living room. She was about to sit down when she saw Harry through the glass doors. She made to go out to see him but what she saw next made her stop dead in her tracks.
Harry walked over to where Draco was standing, inspecting the pool. He bent over to look at the edge of the pool closely and Harry walked up behind him, squeezing his ass lightly.
Ginny’s mouth fell open as she watched Draco jump up, wheeling around to face Harry. She expected Draco to get angry and yell at Harry. To her surprise, he only smiled then slid his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss.
She was in complete shock as she watched them kiss. She forced herself to turn around and walk up the stairs and into the sitting room. She sat down shakily in one of the chairs by the window and told herself to calm down.
Maybe it had been a mistake, what she had just seen. She couldn’t believe that her perfect husband was having an affair with the pool boy! After all, they had been married less than three months!
“Luna!” Ginny screeched suddenly. For once, Luna appeared promptly at her calling. “Get me something to drink, something strong,” she ordered her.
“Right away, Mistress Potter,” Luna replied in a distant voice, turning and flouncing down the stairs.
Ginny slumped back in the chair, trying to rationalize what she had just witnessed. She knew that Harry hadn’t been truly in love with her when they had been married. After all, she had only been a poor girl from the Valley. She had been interested in him primarily for his money and the status that came with being Harry Potter’s wife.
Harry’s parents had taken to her immediately. They had seemed quite eager to get them married, something which had seemed odd to her at the time. She hadn’t questioned it though, it did get her what she wanted: security, money, an amazing house.
She needed this marriage to work or it was back to scrounging for whatever she could get and living with her parents forever. She was only 19 but she wanted to be out on her own, not relying on her over-taxed parents anymore. They had enough children to worry about.
Luna appeared then, carrying a glass of some amber liquid. Ginny practically snatched it out of her hands, taking a drink and wincing at its taste. She didn’t bother asking what it was, just waved Luna away.
She sat in the room for a while, closing her eyes and sipping the drink occasionally. Her eyes snapped open as she heard someone coming up the stairs. She saw the top of Harry’s messy hair coming up the stairs and she stood up quickly, stowing the glass under the table.
“Ginny,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised. He walked over to her and kissed her cheek. She immediately froze as he touched her.
He moved back, looking at her closely. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she answered in a strangled voice. He gave her an odd look but decided he really didn’t want to know. He turned to leave and she couldn’t hold herself back.
“I saw you with the pool boy!” she shouted, and he stopped suddenly, his back turned to her. He rotated slowly on his heel to face her.
“What?” he asked quietly.
“I saw you with him,” she blurted out. “Kissing him.”
“You did?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Listen, Ginny,” he said, approaching her slowly.
“No,” she interrupted him, backing away from him. “I don’t want to listen! I know what you’re going to say; that is was an accident, a one time thing, you’ll never do it again. Well, I know better!”
“Actually that’s not what I was going to say at all,” Harry said, frowning. “What I was going to say was that I’m not giving him up.”
Ginny stared at him disbelief. His face was set as he looked at her. She reached out for the back of the chair to steady herself as his words sunk in.
“Y-you’re what?” she asked in shock. Harry shrugged and moved closer slowly.
“I’m not giving him up,” he said simply. “Draco has something that I need, something I’ve never had before. I like it.”
“But… what about me?” Ginny asked, stricken. The thought that he didn’t feel any remorse had never occurred to her.
"What about you?” Harry asked, shrugging. “Nothing’s different. We’re still married, you still have my money which I know is what you care about most. You still have my name. I would just rather fuck the pool boy than you. It’s not that big of a shock, is it?”
Ginny didn’t reply for several minutes, gripping the chair tightly to keep herself from falling over. Deep down she knew that Harry was right. She must have known this would happen. Harry had never exactly been that enthusiastic when it came to the sexual side of their relationship. She had known he hadn’t cared for her that much but she thought that him marrying her might have been a sign.
“I… I guess,” she said slowly. Harry smiled softly at her and walked over to her. He patted her shoulder bracingly and she gave him a weak smile.
“It’s all for the best,” he said cheerfully. He moved away from her and to the doorway that led out to the landing. “Oh, and you might want to get Luna to freshen your glass,” he said with an obvious glance downward at the glass of alcohol stowed under the table and a smirk.
He left then and walked down the stairs. She sighed and hung her head. Then she looked up and hesitated.
“Luna!” she called. A minute later, Luna stuck her head in the door.
“Yes, Mistress Potter?” she asked, a semi-attentive look on her face.
“Can you get me more of whatever this is?” she asked, reaching down and pulling the glass from under the table. Luna drifted over and took the glass from her.
“Of course, Mistress Potter,” she said with a dreamy smile. Ginny sank into the chair once more as Luna left the room.
“And don’t call me that!” she called after her as she started down the stairs.
“Yes, Mistress Potter,” Luna’s voice drifted up the stairs, and Ginny groaned, bringing a hand to her head and rubbing her temples where a headache was beginning to develop.
Harry walked happily down the stairs and into the living room. Through the window he could see that Draco was still there, seemingly inspecting the pool one last time.
The sun outside was sinking lower beyond the many palm trees that surrounded the house, gilding the tops gold and setting the sky a beautiful orange color. Harry pushed open the ornate glass doors and strolled over to where Draco was crouched down, looking at a tiny crack near the edge of the pool.
Harry walked up to him inconspicuously. He bent over and without warning, pushed Draco into the pool. Water splashed everywhere as Draco was submerged in the water.
He emerged, looking enraged. Harry smiled down at him innocently, his hands behind his back.
“What the fuck was that for?!” Draco exclaimed, still standing up to his chest in water. His shirt clung to his body and water dripped down his face from his hair that was plastered to his head.
Harry didn’t answer, only backed up then came running at him, jumping up and landing in the water with a huge splash. Draco threw up a hand to shield his face from the cascading water. When Harry surfaced, he stared at him.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked incredulously. Harry just smirked and moved closer, sliding a hand around Draco’s waist.
He leaned in and kissed Draco softly. When they pulled away Draco gave him a questioning look. Harry leaned in and kissed his neck, nibbling it lightly.
“Harry,” Draco said, still confused. “Your wife will be home any minute.”
“She’s already home,” Harry murmured against his skin, kissing it softly.
“What?!” Draco exclaimed, trying to push him away. He stumbled back in the water, sloshing it everywhere as he tried to keep his balance. Harry just grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to him.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it all worked out.”
“You do?” Draco asked skeptically.
“Don’t I always?” Harry asked.
“No,” Draco replied bluntly.
Harry smirked and pulled Draco closer once more. He looked at him seriously for a moment. “Well, I do this time. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about with Ginny. It’s all taken care of.”
Draco eyed him carefully but decided he was telling the truth in the end.
“So,” he drawled, sliding his hand up into Harry’s dark, wet hair and massaging it lightly. “What does this mean?”
“What it means,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s jaw softly. “Is that it looks like you’ll be much more comfortable from now on.”
Draco pulled back and looked at Harry, smirking. “I like the sound of that,” he said before drawing Harry into a passionate kiss.
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A/N: This is the sequel to Adrift. Hope you enjoy! please don't forget to review! :)
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"Harry, what if she comes home?"
"She won't."
"But what if she does?"
"I thought you wanted a more comfortable place?"
Draco paused, looking around the lavishly furnished bedroom. Sunlight filtered in through yet another balcony in the house. Light yellow curtains billowed slightly in the breeze that came in through the open doors. Outside, the palm trees swayed back and forth in the wind.
Draco's eyes traveled over the sitting area in the corner, past the point where the T.V. could appear if needed and to the bed. The huge bed was covered with a plush comforter which was hardly needed in the warm weather. It was an iridescent green-gold color that glimmered as the sunlight hit it.
Draco looked back to Harry who was standing shirtless next to the bed and waiting for his response. Draco bit his lip in indecision. Ginny had left to go to some socialite function and Harry had invited him up to his bedroom for obvious reasons. He moved cautiously forward to where Harry stood.
When he reached him, Harry draped his arms over his shoulders and rested his head against Draco's forehead.
"Don't worry so much, we have hours," he whispered. Draco's eyes flickered once more to the bed before he inclined his head barely.
Harry smirked at him and kissed him softly. He guided him backward until his legs hit the bed and he fell onto it. He scooted back and Harry crawled on top of him, his hand grazing up Draco's thigh seductively.
Harry's eyes glittered as they took in Draco's form, over his toned muscles and slim waist, over his naval and up to his face where his eyes lingered on Draco's full lips and beautiful silver eyes. He reached up and slowly slid his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He leaned down and ran his tongue over his tightly muscled stomach, occasionally nipping at the pale flesh.
Draco arched into his touch, wanting so much more than Harry was giving at the moment. Harry slid his hands up Draco’s body, touching any exposed part of his lithe body. He continued his exploration as he moved upward on his stomach and chest.
His tongue swirled over Draco’s dusty-pink nipples, bathing the hard nubs. Draco groaned and fisted Harry’s hair. Harry looked up at him, grinning slyly. He moved upward and slid his hot tongue along Draco’s throat, dipping it into the hollow and sucking on the skin there. He could feel Draco’s increased pulse against his tongue as he slid it gracefully over his skin.
He nibbled lightly on the pale flesh, sucking on it, bringing the blood to the surface. Draco moaned and writhed underneath him, unable to keep still under this torture. Harry’s hand slid under his boxers to fist his pulsing cock.
He rubbed slowly at first while still kissing his neck torturously. His hand moved up and down over the hard member, increasing the pressure then taking it away. Draco groaned in frustration, trying to create more friction by arching his body upward.
Harry pulled away from his neck, still massaging his cock lightly. He smirked down at Draco who glared at him for his obvious teasing. He pressed light kisses to his neck, up his jaw line, the corner of his mouth. Then he moved back once more to look Draco in the eyes.
He leaned in a nuzzled Draco’s neck softly, still rubbing his hardened member lightly. He kissed his neck once more before moving up and kissing him hungrily, thrusting his tongue into the willing mouth.
He pulled Draco’s lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on it, drawing a low moan from the blond boy. Tongues entwined and teeth clashed as the kiss grew in fervor. Harry’s stroking increased along with the kiss, becoming harder and faster.
Draco broke the kiss with a gasp as Harry gave a particularly hard pull, not quite enough to make him cum but close. He gave a frustrated groan, biting his lip. Harry smirked at him as he pulled his hand out of Draco’s boxers.
Instead, he yanked them down, exposing Draco’s throbbing erection. He grinned wickedly at him and moved down his body. He nipped at Draco’s thigh, earning himself a groan from the boy above him. He flicked out his tongue experimentally over the head of Draco's pulsing cock, tasting the pre-cum that was already there.
“Fuck, Harry, please,” Draco whined, his head thrown back on the fluffy pillow. He was nearly dying from all the teasing.
Harry didn’t respond, only smirked and ran his tongue over the length of Draco’s erection, enjoying the shudder emitted by said boy. Draco’s hands were fisted around the fluffy covers, gripping them tightly. He whimpered as Harry teased him mercilessly, running his tongue around his pulsating cock.
Finally, he leaned in and took him up the hilt. Draco swallowed hard as Harry deep-throated him, pulling him completely into his mouth. His breathing was erratic as Harry began moving up and down over his rock hard erection.
Harry’s tongue swirled over Draco’s cock, licking skillfully as he moved deliberately, bringing Draco closer to completion. Draco threw his head back, his mouth open as he panted, trying not to cum so soon, to prolong the pleasure.
Unfortunately, Harry was far too good for Draco to resist very long. With a cry and an arch, he came forcefully in Harry’s mouth. Harry simply swallowed skillfully and licked up the rest sensuously.
He moved up to eye level with Draco and kissed him lazily, giving him a taste of himself. His hand skimmed up Draco’s sweaty skin, coming up to slide around his neck as they kissed.
With one more kiss, Harry pulled away, reaching over Draco to the bedside table. He pulled open a lower drawer and grabbed out a tube of lube and a condom.
He put on the condom and took the lube, spreading it over his fingers and cock. Draco spread his legs in preparation. Harry smirked down at him before sliding a finger into his inviting entrance. Draco shifted slightly as Harry moved it around, adding a second finger as well.
When he was well prepared, he removed them and replaced them with his cock, nudging the entrance slightly. Draco moaned as Harry slid himself in carefully. Harry looked down at the blond and smiled. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
Draco hissed as Harry became fully buried in his tight ass. Harry reached forward and gripped Draco’s hips, pulling himself out, only to slam back in. Draco gave a cry of surprise and undeniable pleasure as Harry hit that spot inside of him that caused stars to dance in front of his vision on the very first thrust.
Harry knew he had hit the perfect spot and angled himself to thrust deeper inside the boy. Draco slammed his hips up to meet Harry’s as he continued to thrust within his body. Harry stifled a groan as he pounded into Draco’s willing body.
“God, Draco, you’re so tight,” he gasped as the muscles contracted around his cock.
“Just don’t stop,” Draco panted, his eyes closed as Harry moved faster inside him.
“Never stop,” Harry murmured, pushing in harder. Draco didn’t appear to hear him though.
He threw his head back and arched his body into Harry’s as he felt himself coming closer and closer to completion.
Harry slammed his cock back into Draco’s receptive body and felt an explosion within himself as he came hard. He closed his eyes as white stars obscured his vision. When it was over, he collapsed, panting heavily on the bed next to Draco who had also cum minutes ago.
The plush comforter engulfed him as he lay there. He heard Draco shift and looked over at him. He found Draco lying on his side, looking at him intently.
“What?” he asked. Draco shrugged, lifting a hand and running it over Harry’s tanned chest.
He said nothing but moved closer, snuggling into Harry’s side. Harry didn’t protest but didn’t make any moves to go closer either. He simply slid an arm loosely around Draco's shoulders.
“Harry?” A voice came through the wall near the door and both boys sat up in shock.
“Fuck!” Harry cursed, scrambling off the bed and grabbing his boxers, slipping them on quickly. Draco looked panicked as he tried to figure out what to do.
“Mister Potter?” the voice called again and Harry stopped. Draco also stopped, a look of relief passing over his face.
“Luna, come in,” Harry said. The door swung open slowly and Luna entered, apparently not surprised at finding Harry in just his boxers and the pool boy holding a pair of pants over his private area. “Thank god it’s just you,” Harry sighed, relieved.
Luna gave him a dreamy smile and inclined her head in greeting to Draco who nodded awkwardly back.
“Mistress Potter will be home soon,” Luna told Harry, her eyes not focused directly on him, more to a point behind him. “She said she expects fresh flowers on the table. Shall I get some?”
“Why are you asking?” Harry asked. “If she wants something, you give it to her.”
“I was just checking,” Luna replied dreamily. “You know, she doesn’t always have the most normal demands.”
“Well, for now, if they are normal, do it,” Harry told her.
“Alright,” Luna said with a lop-sided smile. “Good day, Mister Malfoy.”
She turned then and left them alone in the room. Harry sighed in relief as he shut the door behind her. Draco let out a huge sigh then took down the pants he’d been using to cover himself and slipped them on after he put on his boxers.
“That was close,” he muttered, looking around for his shirt. He found it and slipped it over his head. When he got it over, he saw Harry standing close to him.
Harry moved closer, slipping his arms around Draco’s waist and leaning in closely. “Was it comfortable enough?” he asked quietly. Draco smiled softly and stood on his toes to kiss Harry softly.
“Much better,” he said. Harry kissed him again quickly then moved away, grabbing his own shirt from the floor and slipping it on. He moved to the door and held it open, motioning for Draco to go out.
He left and Harry followed him down the winding stairs and through the living room, out to the pool. Draco stood and looked out at the sparkling pool, glittering in the bright sun. The light breeze whipped up around them, moving the palm trees along with it.
Draco sighed as he looked over to the table where he had set his things before Harry had dragged him off upstairs. Harry stood behind him, watching as he stood by the edge. He hesitated for a second then moved up behind him.
He wrapped his arms around Draco’s stomach, resting his chin on his shoulder and sighed contentedly, looking out over the miles of land covered by palm trees and houses just as large as his.
“You better get back to work,” Harry said quietly, kissing him just below his ear. Draco groaned and unwillingly extracted himself from Harry’s grip. He moved over to the table and picked up the chlorine tablets, walking over to the edge and fishing out the giant rubber duck that served as the chlorine holder for the pool.
Harry stood watching him, his hands on his hips.
Inside, Ginny came stumbling through the front door, laden down with shopping bags. She could barely see for the many bags.
“Luna!” she called, her voice muffled by the bags. When there was no response, she huffed and called again, louder. “Luna!!”
Finally, Luna popped up. She stood there looking at Ginny as she struggled with the bags.
“Yes, Mistress Potter?” she asked with a half-smile on her face.
“Help me! Take these bags upstairs,” Ginny said, finally just dumping them on the ground and scowling at Luna.
“Yes, Mistress Potter,” she replied, grabbing a few bags by the handle and starting up the stairs.
“And don’t call me that!” Ginny called up after her crossly.
“Yes, Mistress Potter,” came Luna’s voice softly down as she carried the bags upstairs.
Ginny growled to herself and stalked into the living room. She was about to sit down when she saw Harry through the glass doors. She made to go out to see him but what she saw next made her stop dead in her tracks.
Harry walked over to where Draco was standing, inspecting the pool. He bent over to look at the edge of the pool closely and Harry walked up behind him, squeezing his ass lightly.
Ginny’s mouth fell open as she watched Draco jump up, wheeling around to face Harry. She expected Draco to get angry and yell at Harry. To her surprise, he only smiled then slid his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss.
She was in complete shock as she watched them kiss. She forced herself to turn around and walk up the stairs and into the sitting room. She sat down shakily in one of the chairs by the window and told herself to calm down.
Maybe it had been a mistake, what she had just seen. She couldn’t believe that her perfect husband was having an affair with the pool boy! After all, they had been married less than three months!
“Luna!” Ginny screeched suddenly. For once, Luna appeared promptly at her calling. “Get me something to drink, something strong,” she ordered her.
“Right away, Mistress Potter,” Luna replied in a distant voice, turning and flouncing down the stairs.
Ginny slumped back in the chair, trying to rationalize what she had just witnessed. She knew that Harry hadn’t been truly in love with her when they had been married. After all, she had only been a poor girl from the Valley. She had been interested in him primarily for his money and the status that came with being Harry Potter’s wife.
Harry’s parents had taken to her immediately. They had seemed quite eager to get them married, something which had seemed odd to her at the time. She hadn’t questioned it though, it did get her what she wanted: security, money, an amazing house.
She needed this marriage to work or it was back to scrounging for whatever she could get and living with her parents forever. She was only 19 but she wanted to be out on her own, not relying on her over-taxed parents anymore. They had enough children to worry about.
Luna appeared then, carrying a glass of some amber liquid. Ginny practically snatched it out of her hands, taking a drink and wincing at its taste. She didn’t bother asking what it was, just waved Luna away.
She sat in the room for a while, closing her eyes and sipping the drink occasionally. Her eyes snapped open as she heard someone coming up the stairs. She saw the top of Harry’s messy hair coming up the stairs and she stood up quickly, stowing the glass under the table.
“Ginny,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised. He walked over to her and kissed her cheek. She immediately froze as he touched her.
He moved back, looking at her closely. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she answered in a strangled voice. He gave her an odd look but decided he really didn’t want to know. He turned to leave and she couldn’t hold herself back.
“I saw you with the pool boy!” she shouted, and he stopped suddenly, his back turned to her. He rotated slowly on his heel to face her.
“What?” he asked quietly.
“I saw you with him,” she blurted out. “Kissing him.”
“You did?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Listen, Ginny,” he said, approaching her slowly.
“No,” she interrupted him, backing away from him. “I don’t want to listen! I know what you’re going to say; that is was an accident, a one time thing, you’ll never do it again. Well, I know better!”
“Actually that’s not what I was going to say at all,” Harry said, frowning. “What I was going to say was that I’m not giving him up.”
Ginny stared at him disbelief. His face was set as he looked at her. She reached out for the back of the chair to steady herself as his words sunk in.
“Y-you’re what?” she asked in shock. Harry shrugged and moved closer slowly.
“I’m not giving him up,” he said simply. “Draco has something that I need, something I’ve never had before. I like it.”
“But… what about me?” Ginny asked, stricken. The thought that he didn’t feel any remorse had never occurred to her.
"What about you?” Harry asked, shrugging. “Nothing’s different. We’re still married, you still have my money which I know is what you care about most. You still have my name. I would just rather fuck the pool boy than you. It’s not that big of a shock, is it?”
Ginny didn’t reply for several minutes, gripping the chair tightly to keep herself from falling over. Deep down she knew that Harry was right. She must have known this would happen. Harry had never exactly been that enthusiastic when it came to the sexual side of their relationship. She had known he hadn’t cared for her that much but she thought that him marrying her might have been a sign.
“I… I guess,” she said slowly. Harry smiled softly at her and walked over to her. He patted her shoulder bracingly and she gave him a weak smile.
“It’s all for the best,” he said cheerfully. He moved away from her and to the doorway that led out to the landing. “Oh, and you might want to get Luna to freshen your glass,” he said with an obvious glance downward at the glass of alcohol stowed under the table and a smirk.
He left then and walked down the stairs. She sighed and hung her head. Then she looked up and hesitated.
“Luna!” she called. A minute later, Luna stuck her head in the door.
“Yes, Mistress Potter?” she asked, a semi-attentive look on her face.
“Can you get me more of whatever this is?” she asked, reaching down and pulling the glass from under the table. Luna drifted over and took the glass from her.
“Of course, Mistress Potter,” she said with a dreamy smile. Ginny sank into the chair once more as Luna left the room.
“And don’t call me that!” she called after her as she started down the stairs.
“Yes, Mistress Potter,” Luna’s voice drifted up the stairs, and Ginny groaned, bringing a hand to her head and rubbing her temples where a headache was beginning to develop.
Harry walked happily down the stairs and into the living room. Through the window he could see that Draco was still there, seemingly inspecting the pool one last time.
The sun outside was sinking lower beyond the many palm trees that surrounded the house, gilding the tops gold and setting the sky a beautiful orange color. Harry pushed open the ornate glass doors and strolled over to where Draco was crouched down, looking at a tiny crack near the edge of the pool.
Harry walked up to him inconspicuously. He bent over and without warning, pushed Draco into the pool. Water splashed everywhere as Draco was submerged in the water.
He emerged, looking enraged. Harry smiled down at him innocently, his hands behind his back.
“What the fuck was that for?!” Draco exclaimed, still standing up to his chest in water. His shirt clung to his body and water dripped down his face from his hair that was plastered to his head.
Harry didn’t answer, only backed up then came running at him, jumping up and landing in the water with a huge splash. Draco threw up a hand to shield his face from the cascading water. When Harry surfaced, he stared at him.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked incredulously. Harry just smirked and moved closer, sliding a hand around Draco’s waist.
He leaned in and kissed Draco softly. When they pulled away Draco gave him a questioning look. Harry leaned in and kissed his neck, nibbling it lightly.
“Harry,” Draco said, still confused. “Your wife will be home any minute.”
“She’s already home,” Harry murmured against his skin, kissing it softly.
“What?!” Draco exclaimed, trying to push him away. He stumbled back in the water, sloshing it everywhere as he tried to keep his balance. Harry just grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to him.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it all worked out.”
“You do?” Draco asked skeptically.
“Don’t I always?” Harry asked.
“No,” Draco replied bluntly.
Harry smirked and pulled Draco closer once more. He looked at him seriously for a moment. “Well, I do this time. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about with Ginny. It’s all taken care of.”
Draco eyed him carefully but decided he was telling the truth in the end.
“So,” he drawled, sliding his hand up into Harry’s dark, wet hair and massaging it lightly. “What does this mean?”
“What it means,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s jaw softly. “Is that it looks like you’ll be much more comfortable from now on.”
Draco pulled back and looked at Harry, smirking. “I like the sound of that,” he said before drawing Harry into a passionate kiss.
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