Do you care?

Title: Do you care?
Summary: Harry thinks Draco just doesn’t care.

It was a quiet evening in the Potter-Malfoy household. This was due, largely in part, to the absence of the aforementioned Potter-Malfoys. However, quiet periods like this never last and it wasn’t long before the front door was nearly torn off its hinges.

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” screamed Harry, his eyes flashing angrily as he stormed through the flat, “I’m bloody sick and tired of going to these parties, especially with you! All you do is gossip with the bloody businessmen and I’m supposed to stand there like an idiot with my mouth shut like a good fucking housewife or something!”

“Harry, look,” pleaded Draco, after frantically trying to shut the door so their permanent silencing charms would take effect, “I didn’t ask for it to be like this but I’m so close to a breakthrough. Just a few more parties and I’m sure to be promoted. Please just give it time…”

“That’s just it, isn’t it? That’s all you care about; your bloody job. I swear to Merlin you don’t even give a rat’s arse about me anymore!”

The quiet had once again returned to the Potter-Malfoy household but instead of the relieved, peaceful silence of before, this was a cold, hurt silence.

“Harry…” began Draco.

“No, you know what, forget it. We’re not doing this. I’m out of here. I’ve had enough Draco…” said Harry, already walking away to pack his things.

“No, you know what, we’re not forgetting this. You don’t get to do this, Harry. You don’t get to just accuse me of not caring about you and then fucking walk away,” said Draco, his eyes flashing as he caught up to Harry on the stairs and spun him around.

“You think I don’t care? Well I bloody well do! You’re just too blind to see it!”

“Oh, yeah,” spat Harry, “prove it.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought...” said Harry, continuing on his way to their room.

“…What about when we go out for dinner?” said Draco suddenly.

“What about it?” asked Harry, eyeing him warily.

“The way you take in every detail of the place and compliment the first waiter you see… The way your eyes triple check the menu before ordering even the soup… Or what about the way you always double dip your nuggets or chips when you think I’m not looking…”

“Look, Draco, that doesn’t..”

“Or what about the way your eyes crinkle at the sides when I’ve made you laugh so hard your drink comes straight back out, usually all over me. Or the way your eyes flash, like now, when you’re pissed off at me and yet that same flash can indicate that you’re horny and most times, I never know the difference until it’s too late and I’ve either tried to snog you senseless when all you’ve wanted to do was punch my face in, or I’ve tried to argue with you when all you wanted was to be snogged.”

At this, Harry’s mouth twitched slightly but he wasn’t about to give in so easily, “Draco, come on, you still…”

“No, Harry, just let me finish,” said Draco, his voice starting to choke slightly, “What about the way you always fall asleep on the couch while reading a book and always wake up to find yourself tucked into bed? Or when you’ve come in from Quidditch practice sopping wet and cold and we’ve always had a hot shower together, even if your being cold meant it would transfer to me… or when you’ve fought with Ron and Hermione and you come back nearly in tears; who do you call then? Who comes straight back from the office just to give you a hug? No Harry, you don’t just get to accuse me of not giving a rat’s arse about you because you bloody well know I would give that and more.”

With this, Draco once again caught up to Harry and slammed him up against the wall before putting every bit of emotion he felt about Harry into the kiss. It wasn’t long before Harry was kissing back, giving every bit as good as he got, tears streaming down both their faces.

Eventually, gasping for breath, they pulled apart, Draco leaning his forehead against Harry’s.

“…I’m sorry about before Dray, I know you do care… It’s just that I feel so bloody left out at these formal law functions and it… it just reminds me of when I was little and I’d always be left out at Uncle Vernon’s parties and told not to say anything and I guess I just found it easiest to take it out on you now and.. and I can’t believe I was so close to walking out…” said Harry, now crying freely as he realised how close he’d been to losing Draco.

“Shh… It’s ok Harry; I love you, remember?” said Draco quietly, punctuating his words with kisses, “Merlin, I didn’t realise that’s why you didn’t like going. We don’t have to go to any more of them if that’s what you want… I love you a hell of a lot more than my career Harry, you know that. From now on, you only come to the ones you feel comfortable at…”

“No, Draco, you love your job and you’re damn good at it too. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, I realise that. I’ll come to a few more if it means you get promoted but just, please don’t leave me all alone while you go chat to people… that awful saggy old receptionist tried to hit on me numerous times after she got pissed off her face and dear Merlin, that’s a sight I never want to see again!”

At this, Draco let out a teary laugh. “Mm… she is a bit…”

“Horrific?” offered Harry, now smiling too.

“Yeah, but at least we know she’s got good taste…”

“Hm, so can I take it that this flash in your eyes mean you’re horny then?”

“Definitely… after all, I’ve got to make sure you don’t decide to run off with the ‘awful saggy old receptionist’, don’t I?” said Draco, his voice slightly muffled as he kissed along the smooth skin of Harry’s jaw and neck.

Harry shivered, though whether from disgust at the thought of ‘running’ and the ‘awful saggy old receptionist’ in the same sentence, or from the pleasure he was receiving from Draco, he wasn’t quite sure.

Harry was on fire. His entire body was a mass of kindling, given more fuel by those fingers that had expertly undone his shirt and were now roaming freely about his chest, tweaking his nipples every so often and rubbing them until he thought he might burst from the pleasure. Then, just to make the whole thing more torturous, there was the issue of Draco’s hot, wet tongue following the path his long fingers made, stopping extra long to suck on Harry’s nipples.

“Draco, more…” moaned Harry, his eyes squeezed shut as he leaned against the wall.

Torturously slowly, Draco kissed his way down Harry’s chest and past his navel to undo his belt and then his trousers, eventually freeing Harry’s erection from its tight confines.

As Harry looked down, he was just in time to see Draco’s mouth close over the head of his cock and suck just so before his head nearly cracked against the wall and he let out his loudest moan yet.

“Please… gah.. Dray.. more… so good…”

Smiling around his cock at Harry’s incoherent babbling, Draco began to work his mouth even more, his tongue doing zig-zags along the shaft and tickling his balls as his hands travelled along Harry’s strong thighs. Just as he saw Harry was nearing completion, he pulled away completely and stood up, ignoring the dazed and confused look of his lover.

“Draco, what the hell?!”

“Oh,” began Draco with an oh-so-innocent look on his face, “I just got a bit thirsty, that’s all…”

“Thirsty?! Draco, what is wrong with this picture? I’m standing here with a fucking painful hardon getting no attention and you’re standing there saying you’re thirsty ?!” shrieked Harry.

“Calm down babe,” soothed Draco, already accio-ing a can of his favourite fizzy lemonade from the fridge downstairs.

“Calm down?! Don’t fucking tell me to calm down when you stop the most amazing blowjob to have a fucking drink you..”

At this, Harry’s eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a faintly gurgling noise; he’d thought Draco had swallowed the fizzy drink but evidently not as something cold and wet and oh-so-fizzy accompanied Draco’s mouth on its return mission to Harry’s cock.

As Draco began to suck up the fizzy drink and swallow as much of Harry’s cock as he could at the same time, Harry saw stars as he came and came, Draco frantically trying to capture to sudden flow into his mouth.

Even after catching his breath, Harry still had a supremely dazed look on his face after what had to be the most intense orgasm of his life and, considering he lived with Draco Malfoy (a.k.a the former Slytherin Sex God), that was saying a hell of a lot.

“That was… you… fuck!” said Harry as he slid down the wall to sit by Draco.

After he’d gained back enough of his coherence to actually complete a full sentence, Harry realised that he’d have to help Draco with the not-so-small problem he’d felt before as Draco pressed up against him.

“Dray, do you want me to…” began Harry but a strange look on his husband’s face made him stop.

“Dray, are you alright?”

“Erhm…” said Draco, his face now blushing furiously, “you don’t actually need to help me with anything…”

“What do you mean?” asked Harry, his face the picture of confusion

“… I came when you did… fuck Harry, the look on your face! I can’t believe I actually came with no stimulation on my cock!”

At this, Harry blushed too before apparating them both to their bedroom and getting rid of their clothes with a simple wandless spell.
Sighing, he rested his head on Draco’s chest, his fingers idly roaming around as he listened to Draco’s heartbeat. As Draco began to thread his fingers through Harry’s shaggy hair, both men began to feel sleepy and, as they cuddled into each other, now fully asleep, the Potter-Malfoy household was restored to the peaceful silence normally only found when its owners were not present.


A/N: Please Review! I really want some constructive comments as this was my first time writing a somewhat-sex scene...