Rollerblades

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Thanks go to allexandrya for the wonderful beta work.


Rollerblades


He watched the lithe and finely toned body glide past him in a backwards motion before spinning to reverse directions. He continued to stare at the swaying hips, losing himself for a moment in the memory of those same hips moving under him.

The blond still found it hard to comprehend why he had even agreed to this outing in Muggle London. Granted, the company was eye worthy, thought provoking and most certainly lust-inducing, but that could happen between them any time, any where.

Draco Malfoy-Potter watched his brunet moving across the floor under the urgings of his body. Watching those long legs that could wrap around him so tight propel his husband around this thing called a rink brought up other ideas. His mind wandered for just a minute and he wound up with an armful of moving wizard.

“Goddess, Draco, that was great. I’ve seen it done but I’ve only tried this twice before. It gives you a sense of flying without leaving the ground. Think of all the people in our world we could give that freedom to without the trauma of flying. Come on, Draco, let me help you get your rollerblades and take you out and teach you the basics.” Harry Malfoy-Potter wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck, moved in closer and tilted his head enough to plant teasing kisses on those pink, soft lips.

Moving back, he smiled and his eyes sparkled with mischief and lust. “Just think, Draco, I’ll be able to have my hands all over you right in front of all these ‘straight’ Muggles. Hands low on your hips, pulling you into me. Wrapping an arm around your waist while helping you around the rink. My front pressed tight against your back where you can feel my hardening cock rubbing where it wants to be, where you want it to be.” The former Gryffindor stopped talking as the former Slytherin moaned and pulled him back to him.

“Why are we standing here? Let’s find someplace where you can put those words into practice.”

Harry smiled and walked carefully with Draco to a secluded table in the café. With a few murmured words, Draco felt his footwear change to something heavier and foreign. Moving carefully, he felt his feet and legs stretch out in front of him with little effort. With a small frown of concentration, he pulled them back to their normal position and stretched out again. The frown changed to a smile. Their tea arrived as the blond continued getting used to the feel of the new footwear while they talked more about the ideas Harry had for a similar facility in the Wizarding World.

The brunet finally reached a hand across the table as Draco spoke up. “My love, you are the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived and goddess alone knows what other honorifics have been bestowed upon you. What ever you propose will be welcomed with open arms. It will work. I’ll stand behind you and support you however I can, with whatever you need.”

Harry shook his head. “Draco, I won’t push you if you don’t want this. If you want to support me, learn how to do this so we can show and prove to everyone it’s something new and good for our world. You have people that will follow your example as I have mine. The people need new things while keeping up the old ways. We could include cushioning charms so no one gets hurt. We could have appropriate foot equipment, either rentable or for sale. We could stimulate another business with equipment care, sales and supplies. We could teach people who could provide lessons. Think of the piano lessons.” Harry stopped and waited for a reaction.

Draco looked at Harry. It was good to see his husband enthusiastic about a project. It had been a long time coming.

~~ Flashback~~

Their marriage was the first true spark of happiness before Harry destroyed Lord Voldemort. Harry would make him share credit for it. The only ‘help’ he’d been was causing his former Gryffindor joy – physical and emotional – on their honeymoon. They had been visiting the Manor when Lord Voldemort broke the wards and stormed the manor. Harry and Draco had been in the throes of lovemaking while true love was filling their souls. The evil Slytherin burst in on them and froze when he saw the glow around them.

Draco had been in mid-thrust into Harry when they were interrupted. Harry gave Lord Voldemort a look that would literally kill when accompanied by a pointed finger and the words from his mouth. “You fucking snake-faced bastard. Why don’t you just fucking disintegrate and let my loving husband get on with it and leave us alone.”

Harry moaned loudly again as Draco sunk the rest of the way in while keeping a finger pointed at Voldemort.

Draco kissed Harry hard and fast as he felt the power build between and around them. He looked over where Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort had been in time to see the flash and then nothing more than a pile of ash. They heard the other Death Eaters falling in the Manor but couldn’t be bothered with them.

When they reached their pinnacle, they lay within each other’s arms and listened to the cacophony in the Manor. Groaning, they parted, spelled themselves clean, wrapped up in robes and went to investigate. It brought more than one laugh to the gathered Aurors as it was all documented and handled.

~~End Flashback~~

The blond smiled once more, stroked the back of Harry’s hand with a gentle thumb. “What have you decided to name this rink?”

The brunet blushed. Draco was so good to him. “Thank you, Draco, for helping me with this. I was thinking of something like ‘The Roller Rink’. I know it’s not original but this is a new experience for our world. We should keep things as simple as possible to start.”

The blond could not find fault with this assessment and told Harry. “The Roller Rink it is then. When do we start looking for a place? Do you have the specifications we need to make this? Do you already have the plans ready?”

He watched Harry blush. “Draco, I don’t want you to think I went behind your back. I just needed something to fill my time while you were away so I made plans and outlines and looked at places. I still want you to go over all of it with me. You are so good at finding things I will have missed. I’m so glad you agreed to this.” Harry squeezed the hand he was holding a little harder.

“Let’s get you started on your lessons.” He stood up and helped Draco to stand as they made their way to the rink. As with all first time skaters, Draco instinctively knew the “flapping bird” and “windmill” as he tried to keep his balance and walk. He finally got that when they made it to the rink.

Harry stopped and watched in amusement as Draco put the first half of the rollerblade on the highly polished and smooth wooden rink. Smiling at Harry, he moved the rest of the foot out and tried to bring the other one out. Yes, he surely knew the windmill technique even with Harry holding on to him.

The brunet chuckled lightly. “Not bad, Draco. My first time, I was flat on my arse on the floor. The only good thing about it is, everyone here has been there at one time or another and will not laugh at you. Now, let’s get you closer to the middle where they let newbies get their skating legs.” Harry guided them into the center and began showing and moving Draco through the basics. Soon, the blond thought he was ready to move out on the floor with the rest of the skaters.

Harry eased them out into the stream of other skaters. He moved so he was against Draco’s body, holding him tight by his hips. “Relax, blondie. Feel me against you, holding you. Feel my body move yours and then try the same moves for yourself.”

Harry more or less pushed and worked his husband around the rink slowly. The other skaters passed around them for the most part ignoring them. A few people frowned but none said anything to them. The more experienced skaters just passed them and lost themselves back into their own skating.

Harry remembered his own first time and how he had been afterwards. Not wanting that for Draco, he moved them slowly to the exit off the rink.

“Draco, let’s put our boots back on and head for home. Your legs and feet are going to feel strange trying to walk after being on the skates. I also want us to share the hot tub to help relax your muscles. Then we’ll try a ‘different type’ of movement with those long legs of yours.”

The blond felt the front of his trousers tighten at Harry’s description again. He grabbed one of the ‘half walls’ and went back to the secluded table. Harry ended the spell on Draco’s skates, returning the boots. He eased to the edge of his seat and began changing back into his boots. Watching those nimble fingers, working on the laces off and on the skates and the boots had the blond thinking of taking them off Harry again along with the rest of his clothes.

“Hurry, Harry. I have a fantasy about you and our hot tub tonight.”

The brunet grinned up at him, grabbed his skates and Draco’s hand and headed for the exit door. He heard his blond make a funny noise and pulled him closer to him and wrapped a supporting arm around his waist. Turning them into a secluded alley, Harry disapparated them home.

It’s easy to say that both had fantasies fulfilled that night. As they made it back into their bed, Harry told Draco that the blond could do the decorating, pick out the colours for the supplies and plan a lavish Opening Extravaganza.

So, this is how rollerblading and skating were brought into the wizarding world where non-broom flying witches and wizards could learn to “fly” without leaving the ground.

Harry and Draco? Well, they loved both forms of “flying” but the best flying, they would be heard to say, was when they were making love and their souls would fly together to the heavens and back.