An Insightful Escapade

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A/N: Ahem, don't flame? thanks!

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"You bought a library?!"

"Not technically..."

"It's a building. With books. And you can borrow them."

"Okay, so it's a library. So what?"

"Harry," Draco sighed exasperatedly, looking at his boyfriend over the breakfast table in their London flat, "simply because you have money doesn't mean you need to flaunt it."

"Oh! You're one to talk!" Harry retorted and Draco simply put his nose in the air aristocratically.

"What I did in my youth is completely unrelated to what I do now."

"In your youth?" Harry repeated disbelievingly. "You mean when you bought that Ferrari last week, it wasn't frivolous spending?"

"Hey, I'm still young," Draco pointed out acidly. He was, in fact, only twenty-three, plenty young.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "I know, Draco." He paused here for a moment, and then, "But what's so wrong with a library?"

"Harry, it's a library. What are you going to do with a library?"

"What do you think you do with a library?! You read the books, of course!"

"Are you sure this isn't some elaborate present for the Mu-- Granger," Draco corrected himself quickly on the Death Glare from Harry.

"No," Harry replied scathingly. "Hard as it is to believe, some people actually read for fun and they use the library to do that.

Draco gave him a skeptical look but said nothing more and went back to eating his toast and reading the Prophet. Harry pouted for a moment, wishing he could get Draco to understand why he had done such a thing as buying a library.

He had been out for a walk the day before, going along the outskirts of London when he had come across a rather large building. The marble was old and yellowing and some of it was crumbling off. Harry had been intrigued by it and had gone inside.

He'd been surprised to find that it was a library, full to the ceiling with books. Shelves of them stretched in every direction; Harry thought Hermione would be in Heaven.

He'd been approached by an elderly librarian who had inquired whether he needed any help. He had questioned her on the condition of the library and she had confided to him that it was wearing down and considering being knocked down by the city.

After wandering around the aisles, browsing the thousands of titles, Harry knew what he wanted to do. When he had been younger, the Dursley's had never allowed him to linger in the bookshops (or anywhere for that matter). Harry thought it must be because they were afraid he might discover something about himself in the titles on the shelves. Either that or they were fearful of Dudley catching something from the books.

So Harry had gone to the owner of the library and offered to buy it. It had been a generous offer and Harry knew there was no way they could refuse it. He had come away a few hours later the proud owner of Shingleton library.

Now the only problem was convincing Draco it had been a good idea.

"Draco, will you at least come look at it with me?" he asked, looking at him pleadingly.

Draco ruffled the paper and looked over the top and frowned as he saw Harry's look. "Harry," he groaned, "don't make me."

"Please?" Harry wheedled. "I just want you to see it. Come on, do it for me?"

Draco sighed in resolution. "Would I do it for anyone else?" he replied finally and Harry's face lit into a grin.

"I promise you'll like it!" he said excitedly.

"Yeah, yeah," Draco muttered and buried himself once more behind the paper while Harry grinned.

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Several hours later found Harry and Draco standing in front of an old, rundown marble building. Draco was looking up at it, skepticism etched into his face. He turned to Harry, an incredulous look on his face.

"You bought this thing?" he asked disdainfully.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It'll look better when it's fixed up." Then he took out his wand and, after a furtive glance around, waved it at the top of the building. The crumbling marble was immediately repaired and the marble whitened.

"I guess it looks marginally better," Draco drawled.

"Of course it does," Harry said, unperturbed by his lack of enthusiasm. "Now let's go inside."

Draco followed him reluctantly through the double doors and into a cavernous entrance way. On either side were portraits, non-moving, Draco noted. They moved past this large hall and into the main frame of the library. Draco noted a large sweeping staircase that led to an upper floor before him but Harry didn't turn that way. Instead, he led Draco around it and to a small counter placed to the left of the doorway.

Draco looked around at all the books that surrounded him. He could tell why Harry liked this place. It was quiet and peaceful, something that Harry had always craved since the end of the war. Draco knew he ought to be supportive of this purchase, but he just couldn't bring himself to see why it had to be a library. They were so boring.

Harry greeted the person working the desk and dragged Draco further into the library. He found himself ensconced with books and more books. At the end of an aisle were a few low tables surrounded by puffy armchairs.

Harry led him around, chatting away about the library in an enthusiastic voice. Draco marveled how excited he could be over something as simple as a library. He let Harry go on, though, and followed him through the aisle, browsing the titles.

Finally, Harry pulled him to the stop near the back of the library. They were still surrounded by shelves and at the end of an aisle where a table and some chairs stood. The comfortable lighting gave the space a friendly and inviting atmosphere.

"So," Harry asked carefully, "what do you think?"

Draco paused for a moment, looking around the library, more to leave Harry in suspense than anything else. Finally, he turned to him, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You know, Harry," he said slowly, "libraries aren't too bad. Do you know why?"

"No," Harry said cautiously. "Why?"

Draco smirked at him and moved toward him, pushing him back against the table and farther so that he was obliged to climb up on it. Draco crawled up after, still smirking at him.

"Because there are so many things to learn," he said in a mischievous voice. Harry's eyes widened as Draco crawled further forward and over his body.

Draco leaned in and captured Harry's lips in a bruising kiss. He pushed Harry further back, down onto the table. Harry made a noise of distress but Draco disregarded it. He lowered his hips onto Harry's, rolling them slowly, all the while continuing to breathtaking kiss.

His tongue thrust into Harry's mouth, tasting all he could. He could feel the heat resonating off Harry's body. He nibbled Harry's lower lip, pulling the plump flesh into his mouth and sucking reverently. Harry gave a small moan and that seemed to bring him back to his senses.

He quickly pushed Draco away, successfully breaking the kiss. His face was flushed as he looked up at Draco above him.

"Draco," he hissed, glancing around, "this is a library!"

"So I've been told," Draco drawled, shifting on top of Harry, his now hard erection brushing against Harry's and shooting a wave of heat through his body. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to calm down. "Fuck, Harry," he breathed. "If you want me to accept this place, you've got to give me something good to associate with it."

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "And sex would be it?"

"Sex with you, yes," he replied. "Sex in a library isn't entirely new."

Harry stared up at him, an indignant look on his face. "So you've done this before?"

"Of course, Harry. The Restricted Section at Hogwarts is perfect for this. Don't tell me you've never?"

"No," Harry said slowly, frowning.

"No?" Draco repeated, surprised. "Well then, I'll just have to teach you the ways of library sex. Trust me, it's very rewarding."

Harry didn't look convinced and bit his lip as he thought about it. Finally, he looked up at Draco. "Not here, though, okay?"

"Where would you prefer?" Draco asked. "Under the table? Against a bookshelf? The wall? I know, on the stairs."

"No!" Harry exclaimed and then laughed. "Nowhere so public."

"Oh, you," Draco sighed. "Never want to show off your gorgeous body. I keep telling you that no one would care."

Harry gave Draco an unimpressed look. "I don't care. I don't like to do that."

"And yet you don't refuse to in the Ministry of Magic bathroom... how odd," Draco said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"It's different."

"How?"

"I hate the Ministry."

Draco laughed and shifted once more on top of Harry, reminding them both of their current predicament. "Come on, Harry," he said, leaning down and brushing his lips over Harry's throat. "You bought the damn thing; the least you can do is let me fuck you here."

Harry groaned, wishing he had the heart to refuse Draco but knew it was useless. Draco always got what he wanted. Harry could never refuse him.

"Draco," he groaned, "please, don't."

"Don't what, Harry?" he asked innocently, running his hand up under Harry's shirt, barely fluttering over his skin. He thrust his hips into Harry's suddenly, drawing a sharp gasp from the raven-haired boy.

"Fuck, Drake, you can't--"

"I can do whatever I want, Harry," Draco whispered, rolling his hips torturously into Harry's.

Harry's groan of acceptance soon turned into a helpless moan as Draco thrust his erection into Harry's. Draco rolled his erection carefully, moving slowly and deliberately, causing Harry's senses to fly out the window.

"Shit, Draco--" Harry gasped when he felt the hardness rubbing against his own member. He had no sense of where he was anymore; he just knew he needed release.

Draco reached up and skimmed his hands under Harry's shirt once more, barely touching the skin. He heard Harry's pleasured moan and knew he had won. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over Harry's head, tossing it aside.

Next went his pants, soon joining the shirt. Harry's hands came up to help Draco as he struggled with his own pants. Draco left him to it and captured Harry's lips in a hard, possessive kiss. Harry moaned appreciatively and fumbled with the button on the trousers. He finally managed to get them off and shoved them over Draco's slim hips.

Draco's hands ran all over Harry's body, marveling, as they always did, at the softness of Harry's skin. Harry moaned and writhed underneath him, desperate for more contact.

"Draco--fuck-- please, don't wait, do it now--" he panted, his chest heaving under the torture from Draco's fingers.

"You really want me to?" Draco whispered against Harry's lips. He could feel Harry's hot breath on his lips as he panted.

"Fuck, yes!" Harry exclaimed, shifting his body under Draco's.

"Really really?" Draco drawled, enjoying the torture.

"Yes! Fuck me!"

"Shh," Draco whispered, placing a finger against Harry's lips carefully. Though it had been his idea, he was still aware that they were, in fact, in a public place. Despite being ensconced in a quiet corner, there was still the very real possibility of attracting an audience; not that Draco would have minded, but Harry wouldn't like it, he knew.

With a careful glance around, Draco slid his wand from his pocket and performed a simple lubrication spell. Harry gasped as he felt the cool liquid enter his body. He felt Draco's fingers push inside his entrance. He bit his lip and threw his head back at the sensation.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed, trying to keep his voice down. He had realized what Draco had meant when he'd warned him before. He had to keep quiet.

"Harry, relax," Draco whispered to him, leaning down and kissing him softly. He then removed his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing cock, hardened from the agonizing wait.

He pushed in slowly, feeling his cock engulfed by the tight, hot muscles. He pushed through the thick outer ring and deep into Harry's body, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold on long.

He slid his slick member halfway out and slammed back into Harry's body, straight into Harry's body. He gritted his teeth and did it once more, feeling the hot muscles clench over his cock.

"God, Harry-" he gasped, "you're so--"

Harry never found out what he was, though, as Draco pushed into his body once more and it was lost in a sharp gasp. Harry didn't care though. He was desperate for release and the feeling of Draco inside him was almost too much.

"Draco, please," he begged, slamming his hips upward to meet Draco thrust for thrust.

Draco complied, slamming harder into the willing body beneath his. He heard Harry's moans and whimpers for release. He knew he had to be close. Draco thrust in one last time and felt Harry lose it completely.

He kissed him hard to stop him screaming as he exploded over Draco's chest. Harry's yell of completion was lost in Draco's mouth. The blast of pleasure shot through his body like a lightening bolt. When he finally came down from his high, he pressed light kisses to Draco's mouth and face.

Draco was panting as he thrust more recklessly into Harry's body, still needing that release. He felt it moments later, losing himself in the tingling wave of pleasure that washed over his body. He let Harry carry on kissing him as he panted above him, barely able to keep his body from collapsing.

Finally, Harry simply pulled Draco down on top of him. He continued pressing kisses to his face and neck and whispered, "So do you like the library now?"

Draco managed a small laugh. "It's growing on me."

Harry just grinned and kissed Draco one last time before pushing him off, redressing and leaving the library, neither one noticing the amused look on the librarian's face as they exited the building.


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A/N: Forgot to mention, this is dedicated to Esgalhothowen!
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