A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)

Title: A Heart So Ravenous
Authors: slashpervert and sayingsorry_hh.
Beta: asm614, 1over137pt036, nomeci and lbaum.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Book Length: 125,000 Words (43 Chapters) - COMPLETE
Warnings: DH Spoilers. Language, Explicit M/M Sex, Psuedo M/F sex, Anal, Oral, Rimming, Intercourse, Mpreg, Blood. (Characters in this fiction are adults.)
Summary: Sequel to A Love So Belated. Draco and Harry continue to recover from past ordeals as they work on building their lives together. Draco tries to find a way to please both his parents and his lover, but with dangerous consequences. Will their love survive what he has done?
Notes: Post-DH, No Epilogue. We found additional inspiration in the song “Who Would Have Thought” by Darren Hayes, from which we draw the title.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or a used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. This is a work of parody, as defined by the Fair Use Doctrine. Any similarities, without satirical intent, to copyrighted characters, or individuals living or dead, are purely coincidental. This work has not been endorsed by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, Warner Brothers, or any of the other holding copyright or license to the Harry Potter books or movies. No connection is implied or should be inferred. This is not a commercial work. The authors receive no financial gain from its production or distribution. It is available without charge. This work is intended for adults only. Some of the content of this fiction is graphically violent and/or sexual. It is intended for readers age eighteen or over and anyone underage is prohibited from reading.

Chapter Number/Total: 1/43
Chapter Title: Dreadful
Words: 3073 Words



Harry shifted around in his sleep. He was lying on his stomach and rubbed against the bed, smiling a little. He opened his eyes and turned to press against Draco, to let him feel how... hard... he was. Then he remembered. He sighed and flopped onto his back.

Draco's eyes popped open as he woke with a start. He felt the press of a hard cock against his arse and tensed. It took him a minute to figure out what had happened. Harry, as he always did, had pressed his morning erection against him and then must have remembered and pulled away. Draco was confused. He was aroused as well, his own cock straining against his pyjama bottoms. And yet fear had been what had woken him. Since Harry wasn't facing him, he closed his eyes and pretended that he was still asleep.

Harry understood. He did. He knew it had to be hard for Draco to want to have sex, to even think about wanting sex. He didn't blame him, but his own libido didn't seem to mind that. He wished he didn't want it so badly. He wished he hadn't had to wank too many times to count over the past week. He glanced at Draco, who was still asleep, and wondered if he would have enough time to... He shook his head at himself. The erection would go away eventually, he knew it would, but it wasn't wonderful having to lie and wait. He was very tempted to shove his hand down his pyjamas – that was also something different. They usually ended up not wearing anything to bed, but now they wore them every night. He sighed again.

Draco tried to make his breathing even and slow, letting his body relax. Harry would either go back to sleep or get up and go to the shower to wank. Maybe Harry thought he didn't know, and it was probably better that way.

Harry looked at the clock on the bedside table. Merlin, he didn't want to get up yet. It was too bloody early for a shower, but his erection wasn't going away as easily as he'd thought it would. It didn't help that images of Draco naked beneath him and begging for his cock kept flashing through his mind, no matter how hard he tried to keep them away. He glanced at Draco again, wondering if no sex was making him crazy. He slowly slid his right hand into his own trousers and closed it around his cock. He sighed again, though it was a very different sort of sigh from the first.

Draco heard the sound. He knew that sigh well, and it made his own cock twitch.

Harry bit his lip, trying to stroke himself as quietly as he possibly could. He closed his eyes, letting the images come freely now. He would be able to get off more quickly. He made a small sound of pleasure that he couldn't keep in.

Draco swallowed. All he had to do was tell Harry that he was awake and that he wanted him ... and Draco could have him. He knew that. But he couldn't seem to make himself do it. He lay there listening.

Harry's breathing sped up as he got closer, his lips parting with his heavy panting. His hand pumped faster as he watched Draco's body taking him in inside his mind, he watched Draco come, feeling imaginary hands clutching at him, and then he was coming too. "Fuck," he let out in a very quiet, strangled whisper. "Fuck, Draco, yes." He continued to pull until he couldn't anymore, still panting.

Draco lay trembling slightly. His heart clenched painfully when he heard Harry call out his name. At least Harry still wanted him. How long would that continue if he couldn’t give his lover what he needed? He desperately wished he could.

Harry waited until his breathing had returned to normal, and almost fell asleep, but he managed to grope for his wand and cast a Cleaning Charm. Then he lay back against his pillows, awake, but at least feeling a little better now.

Draco tried to remain very still, despite how fast his heart was beating. Maybe Harry would go back to sleep and then Draco could slip out of the room.

Harry stared up at the ceiling for a few long minutes with a heavy-feeling heart, but then did feel sleep tugging at him. He turned onto his side to get more comfortable, and after another few minutes, he was sleeping again.

Draco lay there for a long time, until the sun was lighting the windows. He slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom. It was ironic that his lover still aroused him so much; it might have been easier otherwise. Harry wasn't the only one who wanked in the shower.

***

When Harry awoke again, it was to an empty bed. He frowned, stretching as he moved to sit up, and then got to his feet. He left the bedroom to go off through the house, searching for Draco. He found him in the library, looking though a stack of old books. He stood in the doorway, leaning to the side. "Morning," he said quietly.

Draco looked up, smiling at Harry. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept okay," Harry answered with a nod. "What're you doing?"

"Just researching ideas for new potions," Draco said, setting a book aside. "There are a lot of things that can be done with potions that can't be done with spells."

"Mm," Harry said with another nod. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Draco shook his head. "No, not really hungry," he said.

Harry's lips twitched downward. "Oh," he said. "You don't want anything then?"

Draco's heart clenched again at the question. He could hear more than a request about food there. He shook his head and picked up another book to cover how he was feeling.

Harry sighed. "I guess I'll just go down then," he said, wondering if Draco would stay there or go with him.

Draco nodded, pretending to study the book.

Harry stared for a moment before he turned to leave, feeling that ache as he made his way down to the kitchen alone.

Draco dropped the book and buried his face in his hands. He knew he was hurting his lover. Maybe he should have gone to the Manor with his mother after all. Wasn't this just tormenting Harry?

Harry didn't actually make anything to eat. He didn't feel very hungry either it seemed. He had only been sitting at the table for a short while before there was a tapping at the window. It was an owl, bringing the day's usual mail and paper. He paid the owl a few Knuts before it flew off, then threw the hate mail it had brought into the fire. Amazing that some people still hadn't let it die.

He opened the paper without really feeling like reading it, but his eyes widened in horror when he saw the headline. Death Eater Brothers Attack Potter and Malfoy.

His breathing sped up. He really shouldn't have been surprised. Of course there would be a story on it, but what made him very nervous was that it was another article written by Rita Skeeter. Bracing himself, he sat down to read it.

Two Death Eaters at large were taken down last week by our own hero, Harry Potter. As many know, brothers Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, guilty of too many crimes to list, had not been among those captured during the battle at Hogwarts. Many will be happy to know that they can sleep safer in their beds tonight with those two off the streets. The Ministry has been keeping the story under wraps due to the violent acts surrounding it, but the public has every right to know.

While some of the details are blurry, sources say that Potter and Draco Malfoy, lovers, were spending the day apart from one another. Malfoy was allegedly captured by the brothers, though it is unknown whether or not he was working with them to set a trap for Potter.

Potter tracked down the brothers to find Malfoy and the Lestranges involved in horrific activities. What went on at this meeting is unclear, but it is known that one of the brothers was killed while the other is currently in Ministry custody, due, of course, to the brave Harry Potter. Malfoy was taken to St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, apparently on the edge of death, according to sources. It is unknown exactly how his injuries were sustained, only that they were dreadful and highly suggestive.

Both Potter and Malfoy have not been seen in public since leaving St Mungo’s together, and their location is currently a mystery. One can only hope that Potter is safe wherever he may be, and that he will emerge soon to accept the praise for yet another victory.

Harry lowered the paper with angrily shaking hands and then simply ripped it clean in two and threw it into the fire where it belonged. He was fuming mad and would have killed Rita had she been standing in front of him. His hands continued to shake as he sat there, unable to even look at the rest of the mail that had come.

He couldn't move for a while. He sat trying to get himself under control. No way could Draco see or hear about that paper. Anyone with half a brain would be able to tell what had happened. Rita had even made it sound worse – like Draco had wanted it to happen. He shivered, holding back yet another burst of anger.

Draco stood at the top of the stairs, watching Harry for a minute. "What's happened?" he asked at the look on his lover's face.

Harry startled and looked up at Draco. His mind went completely blank for a moment before he answered, "More hate mail."

Draco made his way down the stairs. At least he could do that unassisted now. He glanced at the curling papers in the fire and then took a seat beside Harry.

Harry sighed, feeling bad for lying but knowing he would feel worse if Draco read that article.

Draco reached out, hand shaking a bit, and laid it on Harry's back, rubbing it in small circles. "I would think you would be used to them by now," he said.

"Yeah," Harry said quietly, feeling the slight tension in Draco's hand. He wished Draco didn't feel like he needed to do that. "We got something else, though," he continued, to change the subject. He picked up the two official looking envelopes that he hadn't thrown in the fire.

Draco froze, hand in place on Harry as he looked at the envelopes. "What do they want?" he asked suspiciously.

"I don't know," Harry said. "I haven't read it." He slit one of the envelopes open and took out the parchment inside. His face fell as he did.

Draco's heart sped up at Harry's expression. He didn't even touch the letter Harry had set in front of him.

"They want me to testify," Harry said quietly, staring at the words in front of him. He knew Draco had probably been sent the same thing.

"For what?" Draco asked, afraid he already knew the answer.

"For... Rodolphus' trial," Harry answered, gritting his teeth.

Draco stood up abruptly, his chair falling when he did. He began backing away from the letter on the table as if it were dangerous. "Why? Why does he need a trial? Isn't he a fucking convicted Death Eater? A murderer?"

Harry's eyes widened and he stood as well. "Draco," he said evenly, afraid he would run or something.

"Why?" Draco asked again, eyes wide and body trembling.

"I don't know," Harry answered, crossing to Draco. He wanted to take him into his arms, but refrained, because he was so unsure of what Draco's reaction might be.

Draco was panting now and had backed himself into the wall.

Harry was actually afraid, and he didn't know what to do. "Draco," he said again, reaching a slightly shaking hand out to gently touch his shoulder.

If anyone else had touched him right then, Draco probably would have screamed, or hit them, or ran. When Harry did, he froze, looking into his face as if he could find what he needed there.

"Draco," Harry whispered, staring at him worriedly.

"Harry," Draco managed to whisper in response.

Very slowly and hesitantly, Harry moved closer to Draco and then pulled him away from the wall, wrapping arms around him just as slowly. He didn't know what he would do if Draco ran from him. The very thought was terrifying.

Draco relaxed into those arms, shuddering as the fear seemed to flow through him and out.

Harry let out a quiet breath, very gently rubbing Draco's back.

Draco leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on Harry's and bringing his arms up around Harry too.

"It's okay," Harry whispered to him. "I'm right here with you. Only you and me."

"You and me," Draco repeated, letting the warmth of Harry's body against his settle him.

Harry nodded. "You and me," he said again, relieved that Draco seemed to be calming down.

Draco pulled Harry closer, his face pressing along side Harry's now and into his hair.

Harry shivered unintentionally, his heart skipping a beat, and he flushed, standing still and letting Draco do what he wanted.

Draco let the feel and scent of his lover guide him as he slid a hand up into Harry's hair and the other down to the small of his back, pressing their bodies firmly together. He could feel his arousal from earlier returning.

Harry shivered again, his heart beating faster and his breathing speeding up as well.

Draco nuzzled Harry's hair and then his ear, letting his warm breath ghost over Harry's skin. "You still want me, don't you?" he whispered.

Harry's eyes slid half-closed in arousal. "Yeah," he said deeply. Draco had no idea how much.

"Tell me what you were thinking about when you were wanking this morning."

Harry didn't even ask how Draco knew. "You," he said in the same deep voice. "Inside you. You coming."

Draco shivered, but held on tight, pressing his erection against Harry's through their clothing. "Describe it," he whispered again.

Harry groaned quietly, pressing his hands to Draco's back now. "My cock inside you. You under me, wanting me to never stop," he whispered. He could see it again in his mind, Draco's back arched as he came.

Draco tried to imagine it, tried to let himself feel that and not the pain... but his body kept tensing when he did. He wanted to cry in anger and frustration and his hands gripped Harry harder.

Harry took that to mean Draco wanted more. He licked his ear slowly, sliding one hand lower down Draco's back. "And you would yell my name out," he whispered. "Tell me how good I was making you feel, how good I feel inside you."

Draco shuddered, the combination of fear and arousal confusing to him. He wanted this, he wanted Harry but his heart was beating too rapidly and he was starting to feel dizzy.

Harry licked Draco's ear again and then kissed along his jaw, sliding his hand under Draco's shirt.

Draco froze at the feeling of Harry's hand on his skin. No one but the Healers had touched his back or chest since the bandages had come off. He wouldn't even look at himself in the mirror now.

Harry opened his eyes then and pulled back to look at Draco's face, his own flushed with pleasure.

Draco was panting through his nose and he forced himself to open his eyes when he felt Harry pull back. Gods, how he loved that look. But his body began to shake again and he didn't have any idea what to do.

Harry realised that he had gone too far and flushed for an entirely different reason. He slid his hand out from Draco's shirt and loosened his hold before stepping back completely. "I'm sorry," he whispered, closing his eyes and trying to get a hold on himself.

"No," Draco said, feeling helpless. "I wanted..." He flushed again, realising how he had teased Harry. "I didn't mean to..."

Harry shook his head and wished he wasn't still sporting a cock hard enough to break something. "My fault," he said. "I should've... known better."

"No," Draco said, reaching a hand for Harry.

Harry frowned. "What?" he said.

Draco was so aroused, and his lover was so beautiful and ready, and it felt like his heart would break if he didn't touch him. He closed his hand into a fist and closed his eyes, trying to keep back the tears that were threatening.

Harry felt like crying too, he was so confused with what Draco wanted. He stepped closer. "Draco, what?" he whispered.

"I c-can't," Draco gasped, shaking violently. He turned and fled the room, running up the stairs.

Harry stared after him with wide eyes, completely stunned. He blinked a few times, his arousal quickly leaving him. He turned to run after Draco, but didn't know where he had gone.

Draco stumbled up the stairs, not even sure himself where he was going. He staggered into the sitting room before collapsing to his knees in the middle of the rug, sobbing.

Harry followed the sounds of Draco's voice and thought he might have felt his heart crack when he set eyes upon him. "Baby," he half-whispered, dropping to the floor as well, and placing a hesitant hand on Draco's back.

Draco curled forward, face pressed to his own knees. "S-sorry," he whispered.

Harry sat back and then pulled Draco into his lap. "Don't be, love." He tilted his head back to keep himself from joining in with Draco's tears.

Draco gasped, rocking himself as Harry held him.

Harry breathed deeply, waiting for it to subside as he stroked Draco's hair.

Eventually, Draco quieted, fingers clutching Harry's clothes.

"You want to lie down with me for a little while?" Harry whispered, still pushing his fingers through the silky blond strands.

Draco nodded and shrugged at the same time. "If you want," he whispered.

Harry nodded too. "I do," he replied, feeling the weight on his shoulders.