And Along Came Draco

Summary: Hero of the Wizarding world, Harry becomes a respectable psychologist determined to help with the after war effects. Draco makes an appearance and sends Harry’s world gone as he knows it.


AN: This story was inspired by Olivia Lupin’s “Mutual Interest”—one THE best, hot, alive, HD story. If you haven’t read it(you must seriously be mental)I suggest you do—all her work is amazing so check it out and PLZ! Leave her a REVIEW! It is very important for writers!


WARNING: Fluff ahead! But hotness and smex—actually quite soon—and if you are one of those people that gets offended by gay relationships please GO AWAY NOW! Hm, mild angst, not really, and a lot of fun! So, enjoy everybody!


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* ~ And Along Came Draco ~ *

“You…You always do it, always bring the bad side of me.”


There was some heavy panting, rustles of sheets and skin sliding on skin.


“Shouldn’t…” he was breathless, tied in kisses, locked in arms and well stuck under a stronger body.


“Shouldn’t let you, oh…” Teeth gnawed at his bottom lip, hands fisting his hair and hips gyrating slowly, just as a tongue intruded against his own.


Harry’s eyes clouded, rolled back and closed as a whole trill shook his body. He kissed back without inhibitions, his own hand closing around silky hair and sucked the wet, warm tongue in.


There was a groan. “Fuck.” More panting, more sliding, more touching.


“Oh, Gods…” Harry arched, lips detached with an audible smacking sound but soon replaced on the sensual slope of his curved neck as Harry’s arms tightened around a muscular body.


His hands slid down the soft slope, nails scrapping it as he hissed and pushed, the nice firm ass just at his reach was flexing rhythmically towards him. Harry whimpered, the sound chocked as he bit down on his lip and gave an excited thrust when a twin bight was placed on his neck.


“You’re so hot.” Harry’s eyes fluttered open; they were hazy with lust yet so alive. They blinked; meeting the hungry stare inches away and was suddenly attacked by those lips again. His complaints died in his throat, their actions now becoming more frantic, with more intent.


A hand parted his legs. Harry’s eyes popped open and clenched close as it gripped his dripping cock.


“Of fuck! Fucking need you so bad…You’re so hard for me, Harry…So hard…” Harry’s breath caught in his throat as the hand sent him shivering with the slight pressure.


“Do you want me?” Before he could answer, he was kissed in another dimension yet. Harry cupped the man’s face between his hands and traced his lips with his tongue, ending the kiss very, very slowly and whimpered when the other pumped up and down his cock.


“Tell me.” There was a nasty, hard pull at his cock sending Harry flat on his back, moaning in the pleasure of it. “Fuck, you are so responsive aren’t you, Harry?”


Before he knew it, he was holding a cock that most definitely wasn’t his and basking in the thought, he squeezed, rewarded by a pleasured filled hiss and some of his own.


“Feel me? I’m so hard, so hard too. For you…” The voice was so breathy, so horsed, it was sex itself, it turned on Harry so much.


“My head,” he said instead, “is spinning…” There was a chuckle for a response, the strokes on his cock a bit more gentle now and kisses were fluttering all around his face.


“Tell me…” Harry licked his lips and opened his eyes. “I can make you feel so good, promise, I’d never hurt you-want you too bad, I…” The kisses ended the speech as they found the way to Harry’s lips again and Harry’s heart skipped what seemed to be for the thousands of times.


Harry thrust and pumped with his hand at the same time, hard. The kiss ended with a growl from the other and suddenly, Harry was on his hands and knees, mounted by another body, the hand on his cock quickly reaffirming its right. He moaned.


“That’s right, moan for me, Harry…” Harry’s cock twitched interestedly at that and he pushed himself against the hard member right behind him.


“Yesss…” The hiss sliced trough the skin at the back of his neck as teeth then, proceeded to sink in the very same goose bumps flesh. A strong torso rubbed on him along with the faint nudge at his backside.


“So ready to push it in, so ready…” Harry growled when fingers slid up his scalp and pulled at his air, making him arch back till he was sitting on his partner’s lap.


“Yeah, feel that. Touch it as it goes in you, as it fills you…” The sneaky tongue fiddled with Harry’s earlobe as a hand pulled Harry’s to that rock hard cock again.


“Gods…” he whimpered, resting his head on the shoulder behind him as he felt it slide slowly inside. “No, please…” he gasped and immediately, everything froze behind him. There was a silence packed of heavy breathing and whimpering men.


Harry groaned, “I want it, hard!” An echoing groan came from behind him as suddenly; he was flanged forward, his hands stopping from his face to collide with the bed’s head rest as he was quickly and savagely filled.


“Yes! Fuck me!” He screamed, his ass pounded, his cheeks roughly spanked as the other unleashed. “Darn it!” Harry bit at his lip, sweat rolling down his temple. “Please, yes, fuck me, please! Hard, hard, more, more…”


From behind him, the thrusts just renewed themselves in power and Harry saw stars. Always from behind him, that sexy voice mumbled in a pleasurable mess. “Gods yes, you need me, need me!” Strong arms went around his stomach and teeth sank in his shoulder again, much harder. Harry screamed as a hand then, slid towards his cock and begun masturbating him harshly.


“Look at you, this is what you truly are, were you truly belong.” Harry opened his eyes to see a huge oval mirror before him, depicting the site of his messy hair, blood red lips, and the other sweaty body thrusting into him. It made his whole body buzz with the reality of this act.


“Beautiful.” Was breathed in his ear, Harry instantly tried to look at his partner from the mirror. “Don’t be blind, Harry…” He squinted, the thrusts becoming harsher and the rhythm on his cock uneven but still mind blowing, he was so close.


“Shit, you savage thing you—arrgh!” Harry closed his eyes, the words sending him even higher on his climax wave. “Want something and get it—like me! Harry!” Scratches were suddenly left on Harry’s lower abdomen leaving a trail of fire and Harry lost it.


“I got you Harry, you are mine. Mine, fucking mine, Harry!”


“HARRYYYYY!!!”


“GAH!”


Harry tumbled down from bed feeling disoriented as the sheets loyally followed and proceeded to trap him. Hermione was soon at his aid, detangling him and making him sit up against the bed. Harry’s cheeks were impossibly red and he was panting as if he had run around the world without stopping.


“Harry!” Harry pushed her away before she could come too close and pilled his messy sheets on his lap as he willed for his heart to slow down. Not offended, his best friend looked at him worriedly and sighed. “Harry, was that horrid animal trying to posses you again?”


Harry went even redder. Indeed, to Harry’s lacking displeasure that so called ‘animal’ and how appropriate, had tried to ‘posses’ him other times, other countless time and—heh, it was no way near horrid. But this was Hermione. So he smiled weakly and gulped, arms fidgeting on the muddle hip of sheets purposely on his lap and tried to look abused.


Hermione’s heart went to him, “Oh Harry, don’t pout like that, I’m sure we will get trough this!” He winced slightly, the aftershocks of the dreams still vibrating trough his body.


“I wish Voldemort would just leave you be, honestly! Even after his dead…Harry really, you work way too much. You should take a break, perhaps it would help you.” Harry sat up quickly and ruffled his hair, the dream leaving him empty now, as it left him completely.


“It’s alright.” He said softly, “Look, Mione, I’m sorry to have woken you up. Go back to bed.” But the woman was already walking to the window and slid the blinds open, sunlight poured in the room, making Harry wince, and she adjusted her nightgown around herself as she smiled at him.


“It’s ten, Harry. Come on, down stairs breakfast is ready and amazingly, Ron is awake.” “Amazingly,” Repeated Harry still groggy in his enthusiasm. Hermione smiled weakly at him and nodded towards the door. “Take your time, its just Saturday morning, alright?” Harry leant back on his tussled bed and gave her a faint thumb up sign, she left.


Breathing out tiredly, Harry stood and walked inside his bathroom. Opening the tap to cold water he splashed his face a couple of times and looked at himself in the mirror.


The same black messy hair and green eyes met his vision, along side with the much more mature and grown up features of his face.


Here he was, eight years later at a grumpy 25 and Harry Potter lived with his soon-to-be engaged mates in a family house not too far from the Burrow, in the fantastic English country side. Harry rather liked the quite the country offered and its serenity.


Taking Hermione’s suggestion, Harry took his time with having his morning shower and the following bathroom routines of his. Usually, when shaving, he’d have slit his throat open in several little bloody cuts as he would hurry to go off to work. Hermione would wait for him in the kitchen, already dressed and with food already cooked while Ron still slept upstairs in their room, and order him to eat something decent before he flew out of the fireplace and healed his neck. Harry and Ron secretly thought that Hermione was becoming more and more like Mrs. Weasley but they’d laugh at it because soon, she’d officially become one. However, when Ron called her ‘mom’, it ticked her off much to the pleasure of the two men.


After the war, Harry had put his energy to helping people live and survive with the after effects. Sick of fighting himself, he had resigned any ideas of becoming an Auror and decided to instead, help the Wizarding population more directly. Harry liked it. He liked been so close to other beings, communicate, help and make them smile if it was possible. Therefore, he had begun a course of mastership as a medi Wizard and to great disbelief in his hunger for all this knowledge, managed to get the highest degree to become a Wizologist. His studies had covered almost every branch of it. From psychology, sociology, medicine and so on. Hermione had affirmed for him to be the best Wizard Doctor generosity had ever seen. Not only had he studied to his finest potential, but he offered his services free of charge.


To the public eye, Harry Potter was the Hero, not only against evil, but of humanity. He had received lots of medals, High Merlins, official Ministry recognitions and was awarded as a veteran War Hero. Then, as he became a doctor, more awards had flown in after that.


Every year, a ball would be celebrated in the memory of the fall down of the Dark Lord. Every year, Harry gave speeches honoring the lost souls some which they never found, dead or alive and other War Heroes would come for the ball reunion.


As if it wasn’t enough, Harry Potter became one of Britain’s most allegeable bachelors in the Magical communities. He appeared on Witch Weekly, The Prophet, The Quibbler and the gossip sections always had at list two rumors about his very secret, very kept hushed, love life. After all, everyone was so glad of Harry Potter’s achievements, so thankful that he had saved and went on saving millions of lives, that wizards and witches alike wanted nothing more but to see their favorite War Hero happily settled in the love department as well.


Which brought back the dream.


Harry shivered and had to stop on the stairs, as he lent against the wall. He closed his eyes, mind riling…


“Harry?” Harry quickly stepped down and noticed Hermione looking up from the sink, Ron sitting at the kitchen table looking grumpy at his cereals. “Hi, good morning.” He said, smiling as he reached for his sit. He helped himself for a cup of coffee and the finance page Ron had shoved to the end of the table.


“Hey mate,” said the redhead, “Sleep well?” He looked at Hermione’s back pointedly, “Because you know, I didn’t sleep at all!” Sniggering, Harry sipped from his cup as he watched Hermione’s shoulder sag as she sighed but went on washing the dishes. “Ignoring me now are you?” As Harry reached for a cookie he raised a brow as Hermione, exasperated, said, “Grow up, Ronald!”


Next to him, Ron elbowed him and smirked. “Right, going to sound more and more like my mother!” The girl turned around and waggled a soapy spoon at him. “If that will be what takes you to grow up then, fine!” “If she couldn’t why do you think you could?” “Ron! Its only eleven in the morning and you are whining!” “I need my sleep, alright?”


“Guys,”


“You can’t possibly, sleep, ALL the time! There are things to do, stuff to buy! This house is a MESS, Ronald, haven’t you noticed? If you want your kids to live in a mess like this you might as well been mistaken because they are NOT!”


“What? You are shouting at me now, are you? Wake the neighbors now will you?”


“Guys…”


“RON! The next door neighbors are KILOMETERS away and they are YOUR parents!”


“Guys!” Somehow, the argument stopped. Hermione’s cheeks were red and the soapy spoon had dripped all over the floor, some liquid had even ran down Hermione’s elbow. She closed her eyes and breathed before going back to wash the dishes. Ron rolled his eyes and half chocked, half inhaled the next angry shove of cereal down his throat. Harry patted him on the back as he coughed himself to tears.


“I hope you all know that was completely mental.” He said flatly, knowing well it was a routine for his friends to get at each other like this. “And you don’t even need a specific degree to notice that.” Nor Hermione or Ron said anything.


Harry bit his lip and nudged Ron, who sighed, cleaned his mouth and walked over to Hermione. Harry stood up as he saw Ron circle Hermione’s waist with his arms and give her a, “Sorry baby.” and left them alone trough the back door of the kitchen with his coffee cup.


He couldn’t stay long with Ron and Hermione, they had their own issues to think about. Harry was actually, a bit scared of them one day, actually having kids.


He breathed in a puff of fresh air and smiled at the sunny day it was. The sun was pleasant and he walked trough the garden till he reached the fence. It was then he noticed a retreating figure from the main entrance of the house to the gate. Had a person knocked on the door and they hadn’t heard?


“Hey!” the figure stopped and turned around. Harry waved, “Hello there! Sorry, my friends were having a bit of a…”


“Hi, Harry.”


Harry’s cup almost fell out of his grip but he gripped at it with both hands out of reflex, the hot liquid slashed dangerously over the boarder and landed on his hand. Cursing lightly, Harry held it quickly by the ear and shook his other hand from the liquid.


“What are you doing here, Draco?”


The blond chuckled. “I wanted to see you. Are you going to be hostile to me today?” Harry wanted to gulp but was determine to not show the God standing before him that he felt insecure. Draco passed a hand trough his soft hair, Harry knew it was soft, and gave him that killer smile that made his knees weak.


“I thought I told you to not come here.” Harry said in one voice. Draco shrugged, hands in his jean pockets as a gust of wind rippled about. “You wouldn’t respond to my Owls, always busy at work, so, I figured…” Harry was glad that the fence was between them as Draco took a step forward and placed his hand on it.


“You should have figured that I didn’t want to see you again, that’s what you should have figured.” Harry congratulated himself for sounding cold yet, not hurt. “Harry, I’m sorry. I’m not perfect, I didn’t realize that what I was doing offended or hurt you ok?” The brunette wanted to laugh. “How could you not realize that cheating on me would be hurtful?”


Draco raised an eyebrow, “Harry we just fucked. Once. Merlin, it was great it was, but just once. May I add, unfortunately. “


“And only.”


“Oh come on, don’t be so bitter about it.” Draco rested his weight on one foot and bent slightly over the fence towards Harry. “We were both so drunk and for how hazy my mind was…I know you were just perfect Harry, you were fantastic.” Harry’s breathe hitched, flashes of the night, of the dream, playing in his head. He looked down at his coffee not knowing what he’d find on Draco’s face if he looked up.


“Why are you here anyways? It was a week ago.”


“Two.”


“Whatever. Its passed now, why are you here?” Draco smiled, “Simple, I want to make it up to you.” “Why did you wait two bloody weeks then?” Now, the blond laughed, “Harry, you were determined for me not to reach you. I had ministry guards, Aurous and your personal friends to face as a bloody barrier. You are Harry Potter, you know?”


Harry’s cheeks heated up and he couldn’t help return the smile the other was giving him and quickly drunk some coffee. “Oh yeah.” He swallowed, snorting. “Well, still.” Draco raised a brow at the feeble attempt the other was doing to hold his point.


The blond was calm, “He was a no one.”


“And I’m guessing…” Harry trailed of, in no doubt, “that I was the same?” “Gods, no. I told you, you are Harry Potter.” At Draco’s smile Harry didn’t know what to make of it. “Oh. Is that a good thing?”


“You complete dope.” Draco shook his head. “Look, it’s not exactly the best place to be having this conversation. Would you like to come with me? Just to talk, you know, some other place, more personal.” He gave the house a quick glance. “Your friends must be busy making up, for what I’ve heard.” Harry grimaced slightly at that. “Alright, I’ll be back.”


And right at that reunion ball, in celebration of their freedom and all that, two weeks ago Harry had met Draco again. Draco Malfoy had worked his half share in the war as a spy. He had chosen to live outside of Britain after that, Harry had heard he’d went to Germany so, he had been surprised when Draco had showed in perfect, traditional cut to the cut, white pure robes with blue motives, at the ball. Draco had looked fantastic, even if Harry suspected he could have looked fantastic in a plastic bag, and had talked with anyone that seemed to recognize and stop by him politely. It was only when Draco had headed his way, silver gaze fixed on his, that Harry had noticed he had been watching him for the whole night.


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“How do you do?” For a moment Harry was caught up in the flashes of a Victorian era, and as Draco Malfoy charmingly reached over for his hand, Harry somewhat thought to that muggle movie ‘My Fair Lady’ before he was utterly stunned when the blond pressed a respectable kiss on the top of his hand. Draco offered a smile as he lent back from his slight bow, and gently squeezed his hand in his before letting go.


“Mr. Potter—or is it Dr. Potter now?” Harry took his hand back; cupping his champagne flute with it just to have both his hands busy somehow as he investigated internally at the sudden alarm bells going off in his system. The nerves of his body would have ultimately discovered the fire burning on his cheeks and the ticklish almost numb feeling on the palm of his right hand.


‘Diagnosis,’ Harry thought, ‘Draco Malfoy propagates a strange, uncharacteristically unheard of chemical reaction on the human body, and may cause a numbing chain reaction with precarious etiquette effects. To highly note,’ Harry could see on his doctoring diaries, ‘any public interaction with the targeted individual my risk with infections of the kind. Abort any immediate contact with Draco Malfoy’s lips. (Poisonous?) Perfect appearance of the physical kind and/or of the bodily functions should not deteriorate from final verdict.’


Harry shook his head and smiled, for show really, “Yes, it’s been a few years now but I guess, you may call me Harry.” “What a privilege.” Draco said without missing a beat, the way his eyes sparkled, Harry noticed, he didn’t think the other was been sarcastic. “Then Harry, do call me Draco. I don’t feel old enough to be called ‘Mr.’ as of yet.” Harry laughed at the theatrical shiver Draco performed for him. “Alright.” He agreed and Draco offered a walk around the grand Ministry Ballroom as the blond caught Harry in lively chat.


They must have gone around and around, many times, and suddenly Harry was walking alongside Draco not really knowing where they were going and not really caring exactly who they happen to bump into as they went. Honestly entertained by Draco’s company, Harry laughed at the blonds’ stories, jokes and observation of the most random. Some so well spotted and witty, improvised as the man carried on with his monologue as Harry interrupted at times to offer a more logical view or question to what was been discussed. It wasn’t anything for the superior brains of Great Britain, it wasn’t the next philosophy convention and it wasn’t even one of those advanced medical research and findings meetings Harry often frequented. It was simple matters of discussion, of everyday life and one of the most pleasant and enjoying chat Harry had had in a while.


“Well, I have to say I am honestly shocked.” Harry said at ones. Draco gave him a calm look and asked, “What about? Oh! Millie’s nose jobs was quite the shocker, made a few purebloods pale at the idea that she had looked for some kind of muggle mechanism to fix that annoying bump. But I do have to say, it looks much better now.” Harry snorted, he couldn’t care less about that and obviously Draco’s tone suggested the same—but a light in his eyes whispered to Harry that the blond had felt the change of moods between them and had chosen the deviation to light it up a bit.


As it happened, their walk and chat hadn’t been as innocent as it appeared. Not to mention that the two had flirted the entire time. What with Draco’s subtle innuendos and Harry frequent blushes and the predictable brushes and touches of hands and shoulders, causing an undeniable chain of effects and the stares. Harry thought those were the hardest ones to mask the effects of. Draco’s silver eyes were the most penetrating, inquisitive and interesting pair Harry could ever remember seeing. They flashed with such friendliness that Harry found alluring and often caught himself gazing for far too long even once Draco was finished speaking, perhaps waiting for Harry to say something back.


Then there was the fact that Draco had taken the like to pressing his hand on the small of Harry’s back as he’d come closer to murmur in his ear. The hand would stay there afterwards, undulating as Harry walked, burning a mark of such an intimacy that Harry’s breath was cut short, repeatedly. And sometimes, as they chatted, Draco would reach out and stroke his upper arm, and at others when they walked and came close enough, he’d clasp Harry’s hand momentarily with his, his thumb brushing on Harry’s skin in a way it made the qualified doctor shiver. By a point, Draco had offered his arm while they strolled out of the ballroom and Harry had accepted it with any queries.


Draco Malfoy had become a warm person, Harry realized, and he rather liked been at the receiving end of that warmth. Tonight, amongst champagne, music, shiny dance floors and the who’s who of the magical community, Harry felt as though Draco had swept him off his feet like a noble gentlemen, officially entering Harry’s life once more after all the previous exchanged stares. It was such a pretty fairytale, Harry wasn’t sure that he wanted to leave it yet.


“No,” he said with faked pain for Draco’s equally faked obtuseness. “I meant about you. You’ve changed, I’m shocked.” He said truthfully as they walked out on the veranda. “I thought people like you could never change.” The confession wasn’t taken negatively from Draco who smirked rather superiorly down at Harry. “I’m offended,” he announced, “I’d think with somebody as informed and as clever on the human ways, you should know that the biggest cause to have an effect in the said human ways ‘is’ change.” He smiled and said as an afterthought, “I hope nothing bad.” Harry rolled his eyes away from Draco’s intense look and detangled their arms as he walked the couple of last steps forwards to concrete railing.


Leaning on it, lazily watching the lights of the far away city, Harry sighed as the night air offered a pleasant brake on his heated skin. Once Draco was next to him Harry spoke, “You were a very different person then. A horrible, horrible annoying git.” They laughed. Harry’s voice was soft, “I rather like the changes now.” He shyly met Draco’s eyes and for a moment they were both quiet even as Draco rested an arm on Harry’s shoulder as he fiddled with a lock of dark rebellious hair.


Harry’s hands clenched, stomach doing flips of anticipation, and the logic side of him argued that there was nothing to anticipate. However, his throat was suddenly really dry and he couldn’t help but swallow as slender fingers stroked his hair. It was unthinkably nice and Harry was suddenly in doubt with his own actions. Should he look up at Draco and establish eye contact to what would have very noticeably leaded to a kiss? Should he just keep ignoring the gesture like he was doing? Should he say something to break the mood—did he really want to? Thankfully, Draco decided for him.


“Tell me Harry,” Draco’s voice was hush and low, mellow. The soothing strokes he passed on Harry’s head where having a calming rhythmic result. “It must be so easy for you to read people, to know the cause behind their actions.” He was saying, “Just as if they were books.” “People aren’t books.” Harry said in a small voice, not really wanting to argue the point. Draco just smiled, “Of course,” He kept on touching Harry’s hair. “And if I asked you to read me Harry? Give me a review of the whole night till now, what would you say?” Harry felt suddenly smoldered and his hazy mind digested the information as it seemed, his stomach was too busy now with more tragic flips. “I,” he licked his lips breathlessly. “I don’t know.” Harry’s eyes were fluttering agitatedly everywhere apart on Draco. The blond smiled, faint chuckle ghosting on the shell of Harry’s ear as he felt the warmth of Draco’s body encompassing him as he came closer.


“Liar,” was breathed in Harry’s ear and Draco lent his forehead against Harry’s head as Draco’s hand gently scurried on the other side to cup around the back of his neck affectionately. “It’s…sometimes difficult to read people.” Harry defended himself, rather weakly, after he had gained some control back. “Not everything is as it seems.” “Tell me more.” Draco rasped and Harry felt his shoulder meet with Draco’s chest as a well polished shoe insinuated between his own. Strong tights suddenly brushed alongside Harry’s and his heart pounded furiously against his ribcage. “What—what do you want me to say?” Harry almost sounded as if he was pleading and Draco put his foot on the break just a little. “I want to know what you read in me. Truthfully, I want to know if you are reading the same things I am reading from you, Harry.” Harry’s head bolted up to catch Draco’s eyes. “What?” “I want to know if I am right or if I am wrong. Like you said, people can be very tricky…”


Draco smiled kindly down at Harry, eyes lit with such passion yet, a gentles, a certain kind of adoration was etched in the silver orbs that made Harry aware that if he’d say, Draco would have patiently stepped back. This, unexplainably, fed at Harry’s confidence. “Sometimes,” murmured Harry finally, utterly caught with Draco’s eyes, “Sometimes human communication works better with actions.” Draco’s mouth curled. “Speak louder than words, do they?” Harry nodded dumbly, fighting with himself to keep his eyes on Draco’s. “But I also have to admit; sometimes I get awfully tired of analyzing every single little possible data.” “Oh?” Harry nodded once again, mouth falling apart as Draco’s eyes flickered there, hungrily. “And what do you do then Harry?” “Simple,” he wheezed, “Relay on human instinct.”


Slowly, Draco met the emerald eyes again, “I am going to kiss you.” Harry’s heart sang, “What?” “Right now.” Draco warned and Harry closed his eyes as goose bumps traveled up and down his back once the hand on the back of his neck firmly pushed his head towards Draco descending one.


Harry’s mouth was met with a hot soft lip kiss, capturing Harry’s bottom one in a soundless stamp. Draco’s warmth pulled him closer and Harry found himself pulling his arms up and around Draco’s shoulder as he curled his fingers around the soft hair at the back of the blonds’ neck. It was an amazing kiss, wanted and anticipated from both but neither wanting to rush things as Draco took the lead, cupping the side of Harry’s face while holding his other arm around his waist, as he tasted the texture of Harry’s lips on his own. Harry was passionate, seeking more of the blond and he teased his kissing partner with his sleek tongue. Draco’s chest rumbled and Harry pressed himself closer wanting to feel more of the effects he was having on the other man and felt himself floating when another tongue finally brushed his own. A thumb brushed his cheek and Harry felt himself trembling against Draco. But then suddenly, it snapped Draco’s control and Harry was being kiss so heatedly and so frenetically that his head span. He felt Draco’s hand slide down his back, cupped his buttocks and slid even lower making Harry moan wantonly, still in the kiss. He lifted Harry’s knee against his hips and Draco aliened their groin skillfully together.


Harry’s eyes opened and he broke the kiss much to Draco disappointment. The blond, like Harry, was panting and he didn’t fail to notice the shininess of Harry’s lips anymore than Harry failed to notice that they were both quiet hard. Draco was still holding him close as Harry tried to get his act together and he closed his gapping mouth and finally looked back at Draco. “You weren’t very wrong.” And Draco grinned.


***


When Harry and Draco reached the closest Wizarding town, Darlight, Harry pointed to the coffee shop on the main street and they made their way to it. It was weird and unexpected judging on the reason to why they were there but Draco was making Harry laugh.


“My house is not The Burrow2, The Vendetta!” Draco snorted, fully knowing he had won the debate as the other laughed in the truth of it. He pointed at a table in a comfortable corner and waved at a waitress at the same time. They sat, Harry in front of Draco his eye sparkling with laughter. Draco was about to comment when the waitress came offering the custom line to ask for their orders.


“Oh hey Harry!” Harry looked up quickly and smiled when he noticed who it was, “Dora! Hi, how nice to see you—and outside of the hospital too. You look great! What are you up too?” The girl giggled, probably a little older than eighteen and wiggled her quill in her hand as she replied, blushing,


“Thanks Harry, I work here now.” Harry looked genuinely interested and he crossed his hands on the table. “I mean, I thought, why trouble myself with food and well, I gave your opinion a try and its working!” She smiled at Harry for a bit before shaking her head and giving them some menus. “Sorry, here you go, what would you like?”


Draco smiled serenely but didn’t comment as he flicked trough his options and looked at Harry from atop his menu. “A latte, thanks.” He watched him say and Dora nodded as she scribbled on her parchment than she looked over at Draco with an apologetic smile to have ignored him, “Same.” He said politely and the girl nodded again. “Well, two lattes coming up, on the house!” Harry was about to complain but she left, leaving him with a frown.


“Been a Hero is so tedious, isn’t it Harry? You get free drinks, tsk.” Harry threw him a packet of salt. “Quiet you. Some of us actually like to be treated like normal people, oh majesty.” They laughed. “Well,” said Draco, pleasingly, “class is class.” Harry snorted, “I’m sure.”


Their lattes arrived, Dora giving them pleased smiles and especially sweet ones at Harry, and left them to their privacy. Draco cooed. “Aw, I think she has a crush on you, Potty.” Harry’s cheeks heated as he sank down his seat as his sugar sank in his coffee. “She is one of my patients.”


“Was.” Corrected Draco, who had a wise look on his face. Harry stirred his coffee as well. “She is too young.”


“She is over eighteen, Harry.” When Harry cocked him a glare he was smirking. “Well, she…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say really, so he sipped on his latte. Draco put his cup down and rested his chin on his hand. “She is a girl.” He ended for Harry, “A woman, a female, a—” “Ok, I get it! Point…”


“Honestly Harry, you’re so guidable.” Harry’s eyes shifted to were he had found the pack of salt and sugar to throw at him before but found them gone to the other side, safely next to Draco’s hand. Harry met Draco’s gaze slowly. “You manipulative little bastard.” Draco winked at him, “And that’s why we fit so well together.”


It was then that Harry got stuck, mouth dry, staring back at hot silver eyes. The memory of the ministry ball came back to him with such ferocity it knocked him out. His fingers fidgeted around his cup and only when a cough resonated in the coffee shop from somewhere, could Harry look down at his cup. His heart had suddenly gone miles per hour, hands clammy and he felt suddenly very uncomfortable. Worst of all, he felt that Draco could read him so well, that if he looked up, Draco would laugh with reading the situation on his face.


“So, what’s Dora’s story?” Harry looked up, glad for Draco’s swift and rather smooth change of topic as he sipped from his own cup and blinked back at Harry. “She had a disorder with food. She was in a mind state were she had to save it for her brothers that went off to war and her sisters. She has a big family and being the oldest girl, it weighted on her too.” Draco listened, commented and asked questions and Harry remembered just how it was really easy to talk to him. And Draco was smart in his observations, he was very quick. Somehow, Harry noticed as well, Draco could crack a joke out of anything or at list, made him smile. His witty humor had a whole charm to it that Harry wasn’t surprised when he thought back at the ball, when all those peoples had wanted to talk with him and just how Draco had very simply, very charmingly and very quickly, took all of his attention.


A short black and one tea later, Harry blinked and looked up at the clock situated next to some magical moving paintings. “Oh wow, its lunch time.” Draco turned, checked himself for the time and then shrugged back at him. “Well, we are in a coffee shop, want to have lunch?” “Nah, I’m alright, actually.” “Would you like to go for a walk?” Harry chewed on his bottom lip, last time he had gone for a ‘walk’ with Draco…


Trying to figure Draco out Harry sighed, “I should better head home. You know, check on Hermione and Ron.” Draco stood up, stretching and smiling at him, “Harry, they are all good and grown up, I’m sure they’ll figure something out…” Harry followed him, nodding, placing his hands in his sporty jumper pockets and smiled at Dora as she waved. They begum walking the main street, towards The Burrow2, The Vendetta like Draco insisted calling, but Draco didn’t complain further.


“Do you realize…” Harry said, the town well far behind them as they cut trough the hilly paths towards the house, “that in all those hours of talking we didn’t even talk about what we had gone there to talk about?” Draco chuckled but just shrugged as he walked calmly beside Harry. “I like having you comfortable around me.” When he turned to give him a meaningful look Harry looked straight at the path they were on. “Yeah,” he said vaguely, face already heating under the intense gaze of the other. However, he jumped when a firm hand curled around his wrist and Draco pushed him backwards against the nearest tree. Harry’s eyes went wide as he looked up at Draco, so close now, bathing of his scent and warmth. His heart sped again.


A small smile curled on Draco’s lips as he looked at him. “I’d like to get to know you better.” Harry blinked. “Draco, we fucked.” He said bluntly.


“We were a bit drunk.


“I knew what I was doing!”


Draco smirked at the defiant man, “But of course you did.” Harry’s cheeks went redder and he growled, trying to get him off. “Look,” Harry did, stopping his movements. Draco sighed and let go of his hold on Harry’s wrist but didn’t step back. His eyes met Harry’s and held them.


“I’ve been a terrible person Harry, in the past, perhaps even now but Harry; you are a really good person. You are a great person. That has always fascinated me in a way or in another…I’ve always been drawn to you, you know? And thanks to our ‘great differences’ that’s why I thought you’d never want to have anything to do with me and that’s why, when you were drunk, when we were both drunk, I took the opportunity.” Draco licked his lips, “I just wanted to talk, really, but then things…The alcohol I guess, flied, and then,” he grinned, “the sparks…” Harry cleared his throat, a sudden lump was there.


“How do you explain the ever passionate kiss you gave to the six o’clock door boy, then?” Draco half smirked, “The who? Harry, you left in such a hurry you didn’t even give me time to explain.” Harry’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “He was a no one,” he repeated, “or well, my hopeless next door neighbor, Jonathan. You see, John’s getting in touch with his, ‘gay’ side and,” Draco paused when he noticed Harry’s face darkening.


“You know the fact that you are jealous just hints to me that you are interested.” “I’m not jealous!” Draco gave him lopsided grin, “Sure, if there was some light bulb here I’m sure it would explode.”


“Or your head.”


“Ouch…”


Harry glared at him. “He got this piercing alright? I was just checking it out, honestly. He’s a muggleborn, and muggles, apparently, have this thing about guys having a piercing on their left ear that means they are gay. I was really, just looking at it.”


Harry’s jaw dropped. “You’re expecting me to believe that?” “Hey, I came here with nothing but the truth. I’ve sought you for 2 weeks. Hint?” Harry closed his mouth. Draco smiled.


“It’s alright to feel stupid.”


“Oh fuck off!”


Draco laughed his voice rich and oddly comforting. Harry found his cheeks heating up once more and he crossed his arms, them bumping into Draco’s chest in the process, and looked away really feeling stupid.


“Well, you’ve heard what I had to say.” Shrugging, the blond finally retreated much to Harry’s disappointment and nodded towards the direction of the house. “Come on, I’ll walk you there.”


Their walk was silent. The occasional breeze and occasional bird flying and singing about were getting to Harry’s head. When the house became visible, down the hill, Harry turned to Draco.


“You’re really, so, so different to what I remembered.”


Draco had the look of one that had lived THE life. “Well, under the sheets…” he gave Harry a capturing stare, his curling lips wordlessly finishing the sentence for him. Harry halted in his step, gulping. Hell, he was a master in psychology and everything, why couldn’t he use it against Draco? Why did his skills just fly out of the window?


“I meant, at school.” Draco nodded, hands in his pockets. “Draco…” The blond raised a brow at him, stopping in his steps again. “Yes?” Harry stepped closer cupped his cheeks and kissed him right on the lips. He felt Draco’s immediate reaction as his body somehow, slumped towards him and strong, familiar arms went around Harry, pulling him closer.


A tongue was finally introduced and Harry let it meet and talk with his own. Gods, he wasn’t dreaming anymore, was he?


Draco made a soft noise. Harry had felt it from his chest, the familiarity of it made the need to get closer devour at his soul. Draco kissed him passionately and his hand sliding up his hair made him shiver in remembrance. Their lips parted, harsh breathing from both, and Harry’s eyes fluttered open up to silver ones as he whispered a breathless, “Draco..” on his lips.


The blond closed his eyes momentarily, caressing Harry’s cheek and hair, and then smiled at him as he opened his eyes again. “Wanted to do that so badly.” He confessed, his cheeks a slight hue of pink. Harry licked his lips, the taste of Draco fresh on his lips and tightened his arms around Draco’s neck a bit more. “Why didn’t you?”

“I thought, maybe, that I would send the Great Harry Potter running for the hills once again.” Harry half glared at him as Draco nuzzled his chin with his nose. “Hah, hah,” he said, breathlessly as Draco begun to inhale the scent from Harry’s neck. “very…funny.” Harry closed his eyes when a kiss was placed on his pulse point, a slight sucking pressure and few licks.


“I meant every word, Harry.” Draco whispered against his skin, “I’m tremendously, tremendously attracted to you.” The confession made Harry’s breathe hitch, “When you were in my arms, in my bed…For me that was making love, Harry. I wanted to do it ever since you entered that bloody ballroom. I looked at you and that’s all it took, it’s all it took for me to want you. I wanted so badly to speak with you, prove myself to you somehow, that I was changed, that I was better, that I was worthy of you. And once I had your attention, I couldn’t I just couldn’t give it up—I didn’t want to stop talking to you, I didn’t want to part with you or lose the excuse to accidently brush against you or just stare in your eyes. We’d been drinking champagne after champagne, we were having fun, and you were laughing. And I couldn’t help touching you or watching you so freely because you looked so darn beautiful, Harry.”


“I’ve missed you.” Harry murmured. Draco stopped his actions and looked at a ruffled Harry. “You have?” Harry smiled, slowly, and nodded. His hand caressed Draco’s cheek and he played with the dimple appearing there, as Draco smiled. He playfully tried to catch Harry’s thumb for a kiss and Harry let him.


“I’ve been dreaming about you for about, a week.” Silver eyes met his again, a fire burning in them that made Harry’s heart bolt once more. “Hermione thinks I’m having bad dreams because I’m always ‘loud’…” The heat between the two was palpable. “I remember,” he breathed, “every—single—little—detail—of…” “Gods, Harry. I’ve been pinning madly, even worse, after you forever after that!” Harry laughed, understanding, and held him close as they rested their foreheads against each others.


Draco pressed a heated kiss on his temple. “You were fantastic that night.” Harry went red. “You were so sexy just so…” Harry moaned, “Responsive. And all for me, it was as if Christmas had come early but no, even better. As if Christmas had come early only for me.” Harry’s eyes fluttered close as Draco kissed everywhere on his face.


“Draco, you know…You’ve got some possessing issues.” Draco laughed, hauling Harry from around his waist and swinging him around happily. When he let him touch ground again, he titled his chin and smiled at him. “And you got some submissive issues I would gladly satisfy…” Draco kissed him again, making him weak to the knees and he was thankful that Draco was holding him so tightly.


“But,” Draco said as he again, parted his lips from Harry. “I want to take this slow. I want to make things right.” “What? What are you talking about; this is perfectly, absolutely right.” Harry grinned rather smitten and tried to kiss him again. Draco smiled but pressed his fingers gently against Harry’s lips and shook his head.


“No I told you. I want to date you, Harry. I want this to be serious. I am, in fact, very serious about you.” Harry grinned, still with Draco’s fingers on his lips and he nuzzled them. “Then ask me out, Romeo.” Draco rolled his eyes but grinned back at him, silver eyes dancing into emeralds.


“Elope with me, my fair Juliet, to the confines of my pillows and foot rest—for eternity!” Harry laughed down right at it, hiding his face in Draco’s chest as the blond laughed with him. “You git! Did you know what you just asked me to?” When he looked up, Draco wiggled his eyebrows at him. “There is no better way but put it formally.” He explained. Harry sniggered, “As long as it gets the job done, eh?” And suddenly, Draco had curled a hand around Harry’s legs and was holding him up, bride ceremony sort of way.


Harry laughed, wiggling in his arms as he put his arms securely around Draco’s shoulders however, Draco held him quite nicely. “Your mad…” he whispered to him, smiling back as he pulled his face to his and kissed again. “Mmm…Is that a yes?” Harry pretended to think, he pressed his lips which Draco took the chance to peck but quickly turned away with a chuckle and poked at his chest.


“No Jonny boys with newfound gayness in them this time?” Draco grinned, “Promise.” “Lots of chocolate and exotic fruits?” Draco stared at Harry’s innocent eyes for a bit and smirked, “Well, we can arrange that…” Harry bit his bottom lip, circling Draco’s neck and sighed. “Take me away, strong prince.”

*POUFF*


The End




* A Couple Of Weeks(Or So)Later *


When an owl arrived, it landed on the kitchen desk as Hermione happily chopped some carrots, an engagement ring proudly shimmering on her finger as she held the carrot down. Smiling, the witch stopped what she was doing and approached the owl with a piece of meat she had deiced earlier while she took the letter from the offered claw. The owl hooted and flapped its wings happily as it inhaled its treat and once it was done, it filed away. Hermione, with a wide smile, opened the letter.


‘Congratulations Ron and Hermione! I am so happy that Ron finally, finally proposed to you!


Whatever the popular belief may be, I have not been locked away in Draco’s room and made his personal sex slave—although I really wouldn’t mind—and I am fine, I am happy and to top all the news, I wanted to tell you guys that Draco has asked for me to move in with him…And I said yes!!


You guys should be happy that I’m out of your hair!


And no Hermione, it’s not just the great sex that’s keeping me here. Believe it or not, but its Draco’s wonderful personality that keeps me grounded…Draco actually brought me to Germany—it’s so beautiful—his house is huge and after that we traveled to France and it turns out the Malfoys at list have a mansion if not an apartment, in every great European capital city. He wants me to bring me to Barcelona next, I’m really excited! Yes and I will bring some souvenirs…


Oh and Hermione, since you are probably the one to get this letter first and you’ve obviously sent Ron to degnome the garden, please send him my congratulations and love. It was about time mate! And Hermione, I promise that soon enough, I’ll kick my own boyfriend to get enough guts to come have dinner with you guys. Ron should really stop with the whole best friend “if you hurt him” crap, cause Draco’s terrified—well, not really no, but it makes him uncomfortable and I don’t want him to be shifty when I finally bring him over for dinner with you guys. Mione, his really changed, really is. And…I’m happy to discover a new more wonderful Draco every day.


You could say that I am in love with him. I am. We haven’t really told each other we do, I know for sure that he does, but as of, there hasn’t really been the need to—I just know, just the way he knows, that I love him and that he loves me.


So, no need to hunt us down, alright?? I’ll be out of town for a few days—I really needed a break from work. I can’t wait to see your ring, Hermione, I’m sure it’s beautiful delicate thing.


All my love

Harry


P.S. Draco sends his congratulations too.


P.S.S. Draco just wanted for me to clarify that he is “no way scared of that weasel!” and the prat got a deserved slap for that too.


P.S.S. He also whishes to apologize for that—and now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make sure he’ll make it up to me as well…’


Hermione sighed as she pressed the letter to her heart, relieved. She leant on the window were the owl had come in from and serenely opened her eyes as she looked outside.

Then, frowning, “RON! There’s a bunch of gnomes OVERTHERE!”


END*


AN: Hope you enjoyed this little fic, hope it made you happy and lite! And please, don’t hesitate to tell me if so…