Lessons on a Broom

Lessons on a Broom

This was a birthday fic for bornbeautiful on livejournal that I kept forgetting to post here.
Her original request, hopefully I did it justice^_^:
harry a top, draco a bottom, first date or first kiss, they maybe work together and have crushes on one another, their friends, family or children hook them up, something post-hogwarts, epilogue compliant (because i love the thought of the boys as parents) but no infidelity (the boys and their ex-wives parted before h/d get together) and no mean ginny weasley.

Warning: Post DH (epilogue compliant), cluelessness and sex

Summary: Harry wasn't sure exactly how they had ended up working together. One moment they were hexing each other, the next they were signing a contract to teach together. He was still pretty sure it had something to do with Draco's ex-wife and her apple flavored tea.

Thanks to lettiehatter for the beta. :)

***


The shrill scream could be heard all the way across the Quidditch pitch. It wasn't an uncommon sound to Harry, considering his profession. As he flew across the grass to the injured child he snuck a glance at Draco, surrounded by an air of boredom, as if he hadn't even noticed the kid's screams of pain. Of course, he knew better once he saw the blond's quick glance to make sure Harry was taking care of the situation. Draco always left dealing with injured children to him.

"Katie, it's alright," Harry said soothingly to the six-year-old. She held her knee where she had fallen off the practice broom, still hovering about four feet off the ground. He knew from experience the cushioning charms on the field didn't fully cushion falls.

He kneeled down next to the small girl and gently moved her small hands away from her pale knee. The area was an angry red, verging on purple, and would most likely be bruised by tomorrow.

"It'll be okay," he said reassuringly. "Have your mum rub some bruising balm on tonight and you'll be just like new tomorrow."

Her eyes were still watery as she gazed up at him. Katie was a particular favorite student of his, reminding him a lot of Lily, his daughter. She had the same fiery red hair and green eyes, though she didn't have any of Lily's natural talent on a broom.

"Thank you Mr. Potter!" Katie said with a bright smile.

There was a snicker heard above them and Harry looked up to see her brother hovering a good ten feet up. "Thank you Mr. Potter," he mimicked in a high voice before snickering again, doubling over in laughter.

"Shut up, Jeff!" she yelled, the tips of her ears going red.

A black blur, and a very loud CRACK later, Jeff was clutching his sides for an entirely different reason.

"Watch out," Draco's low voice called out much too late while the practice bludger arched back over like a boomerang. Harry tried to hide a smile and looked over to Draco warningly, but his anti-smile mission failed when the blond gave him a playful wink.

Harry wasn't sure exactly how they had ended up working together. One moment they were hexing each other, the next they were signing a contract to teach together. He was still pretty sure it had something to do with Draco's ex-wife and her apple flavored tea. Now they were the best private flying instructors in London.

Draco landed next to Harry, holding his hand out in an offer to help Katie up. He always managed to look proper and dignified in everything he did, and leaning over with his arm stretched out was no different. Harry couldn't help but wonder just how he kept his clothes so impeccable, not a smudge of dirt or wrinkle anywhere.

Katie grasped his hand and the second her feet were firmly on the ground, threw her arms around him.

"Alright, Mr. Potter's healed you up so there's no more need for that," Draco said, looking a mix between irritated and exasperated as the child clung to him. Harry knew it was all just an act. He'd seen Draco with his son, and it was clear he was a loving father with the way he spoiled the child rotten. A smile curled on his lips whenever he thought about it.

"That's enough for today, I think," Harry said, getting to his feet as well.

"Agreed. The children have suffered an adequate amount of injuries for one lesson, I think," Draco said, a smirk on his face as he looked to the doubled over boy above.

The kids agreed readily, practically sprinting in the direction of the floo, brooms left forgotten and hovering in the air.

"Can't say as I blame them," Harry said, watching them both disappear in a swirl of green flames, "This was a hard practice."

"Not just for them," Draco rolled his shoulder back, "Grab you wallet, you're buying me a beer."

Despite the protesting noise Harry let out, he was smiling. The amount of times Draco 'demanded' Harry take him out for a drink after work was steadily increasing and he found himself enjoying each more and more. In fact, he found spending time with the blond to be the highlights of his days. He wasn't stupid, he knew their friendship meant more to him than it did Draco, but he hid it well.

"Alright. Let me get changed and I'll meet you back here in twenty."

The smile he got in return caused his stomach to do an impressive flip flop.


***


Draco shifted another lock of hair, trying to stylize it perfectly before casting the holding spell to keep it in place. He'd been called vain his whole life, and honestly he couldn't deny his younger self wasn't, but nowadays the only person he cared about looking good for was Harry.

He checked the time with a quick tempus and realized his work partner would arrive at any second. With one more anti-wrinkle charm, he jogged down the hall and leaned casually against the wall of his living room, just in time to look indifferent as Harry stepped out of his floo.

Whenever he prompted Harry into buying him a drink after work, he always did everything in his power not to appear too eager. As much as he wished it, Harry never asked him to go out for drinks, he was always the initiator, and thus it was prudent that he appeared neutral to everything. He didn't want to scare the brunette away; the last thing he wanted was for there to be a reason for Harry to end their friendship.

"Ready?" Harry asked, smiling and causing Draco's insides to melt.

Their regular pub - and yes, Draco's father still had a tantrum from time to time about it - was muggle. Draco wasn't thrilled the first time Harry had taken him, but it had good beer of all kinds. Draco liked his light and fragrant while Harry always ordered them smooth and dark, like a glass of ink when held up to the light.

Since Harry was still modest about attention they always sat in the back corner, and tonight was no different. Not that Draco was complaining, sitting in a private corner with Harry was part of what made these nights so special to him. He wanted the brunette all to himself.

"I wonder what they have on tap," Harry said as they took their seats. Draco rolled his eyes and hid an affectionate smile.

"It's been the same for the past three years and you think they'd change it in the week we haven't been here?"

"Has it really been a week?" Harry said distractedly, looking through the desert menu. He always did that. Even after seeing the menu a hundred times he'd examine the pictures of puddings and toffees as if he'd never seen anything more interesting in his life. Oddly enough, he'd never actually ordered anything. Draco had realized long ago Harry was a 'look but don't touch' kind of person.

"Mister Malfoy? Harry?" Draco turned his head at his name. Their waitress was standing there, a pad of paper half falling out of her hand.

"Hullo," Harry said cheerfully.

"Megan," Draco said with a nod, after a bit of thought. He recognized her as one of their old students. If he remembered correctly she had never been too fond of flying and had probably taken the lessons more for her parents. She had been decent, not fast, but a steady flyer. What she was doing working in a muggle bar, he had no idea.

Her face suddenly twisted in on itself, as if she was trying to hide a laugh. "What would you like?"

"What do you have on tap?" Harry asked.

Draco huffed in feigned annoyance. "Mike knows our regulars," he said, gesturing towards the barkeep.

She shot Harry a questioning glance and he nodded. "Right. I'll be back with your orders," she said before practically dancing away. Draco narrowed his eyes, wondering if maybe she had a crush on Harry. The last thing he needed was to be fighting for the brunette's attention over some teenager, but if that was how it was, so be it.

"I remember once," Harry said conversationally and Draco's eyes snapped back to his, "when Lily was young she asked me what wine was."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know what to tell her, so I said adult grape juice."

"Brilliant, Potter."

Harry just smiled and shrugged, "It's kind of true."

"Alright," Draco said, smirking, "I guess I'll give you that."

Harry's smile grew and Draco's lungs seemed to shrink. Harry always looked so open when he smiled, his sweet pink lips curling upwards in the most innocently teasing way.

Two loud thunks on the table had both men jumping in their seats.

"Sorry," Megan said cheerfully, pulling back her hands that had been sloshed with beer and whipping them on her apron. She had an annoyingly large grin on her face, "Is that all for you? No food?"

"Thanks. No," Draco said, making a conscious effort not to clench his jaw, "Just keep them coming."

He took a large gulp of his beer, hoping she would be gone by the time he put his glass down. She wasn't.

"Need something?" he said, a bit harshly and ignored a warning look from Harry.

"No," she turned, then spun back around, "But I knew it! How long have you guys been going out?"

Harry's jaw dropped and Draco's would have joined it had it not been for years of hiding his outward reactions.

"As far back as I was taking lessons, right?" she pressed.

Draco opened his mouth but closed it quickly. This could be a perfect opportunity to test the waters, he realized. Just as Harry started stuttering Draco interrupted.

"Very perceptive." he said as he watched Harry carefully with the corner of his eye, gauging his reaction of the situation. Harry's mouth preceded to gape wider.

"I knew it. You two were so obviously in love with each other."

Draco strained to inconspicuously look at Harry's face. Green eyes were as wide as saucers, back and shoulders as stiff as a board.

In short, he looked horrified. Well, Draco had his answer.

Squashing down the hurt feelings that started to stir in his chest, Draco took a sip of his drink and winked at her. Smiling brightly she dashed away excitedly, ignoring the call to her from the table by the window. Draco laughed then turned to Harry, "She's so gullible. Could you imagine us a couple?"

Harry blinked, then frowned. His eyes turned down to stair into his drink as he mumbled something incoherent under his breath.

"Oh come on, Potter, don't sulk. She'll realize it was a joke eventually."

"Right," Harry said, taking a rather large gulp of his own beer.

They sat quietly, the silence between them thick and loaded. Draco took a moment to shift around his feelings before thinking of something to say that would lighten the mood. He had taken the risk and now he had to live with what had happened, but that didn't mean he couldn't still enjoy his evening out with Harry.

They finished their first beers in silence and it wasn't until the second round came that Draco's lungs felt loose enough to speak again.

"I suppose," he drawled, "since you're always paying for our beers I owe you."

Harry shrugged, a little of the tension that had remained in his shoulders seemed to melt away. Draco looked down into his amber colored beer. "If you want, after lessons tomorrow I'll treat you to a fine bottle of adult grape juice."

"I can't. I have a date tomorrow," Harry said, and Draco could feel green eyes on him but merely shrugged, not looking up. Inside, however, it felt as if he'd just swallowed liquid nitrogen.

"Whatever. Another time," Draco said before for they lapsed into silence again.


***


Harry's heart was racing as Draco leaned in, his lips parting slightly. Harry couldn't believe this was happening.

He didn't know how many beers they'd had, but he was pretty sure Draco was a lot more drunk. When they left the pub the blond had swayed on his feet and Harry had caught him with an arm around his waist, guiding him along. Somehow they had stumbled into an alley and the next thing Harry knew Draco was pressing him up against a brick wall, sucking on his neck and telling him how good he tasted.

The nagging voice in the back of his head telling him it wasn't right was being drowned out by the alcohol haze surrounding his mind. He wanted this, he'd wanted this for a long time so why should he object?

Draco was warm and firm and felt so amazingly good pressing against his body. When a warm, wet mouth trailed along his jaw he moaned as his hips arched forward on their own. This was happening, this was finally happening.

Wanting to pay Draco back, he dragged his fingers through silver blond hair and pulled Draco's head back, latching onto the pail column of flesh and sucking. The small whimpers and gasps egged him on as he pressed open mouth kisses against Draco's neck.

So what if they were drunk? So what if this was some seedy alley? He couldn't quite care enough to ponder why that was a bad thing. He was just drunk enough not to even think about protesting when Draco's lips met his.


***

"Morning, Darling."

Draco groaned. That would be Astoria.

It was entirely too early, and he was entirely too hung over to respond. He felt as if he had been trampled by giants and they were still partying in his head. What happened last night?

"My, my, looks like you really had fun last night."

He didn't answer. Partly, because he couldn't exactly remember. Hopefully he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of Harry. He'd floo him later and joke about it to prevent any awkwardness in the future.

"It's three. How late do you plan on staying in bed?"

Draco groaned again before pulling a pillow over his head in hopes of it drowning her annoying squeaking out. When it was rudely pulled away he gave her his iciest glare. "What, exactly, are you doing here?"

She smiled at him, looking every bit like a crocodile doing so.

"The owl mixed up our letters from Scorpius again."

"Then why the fuck didn't you go to a house elf?"

"Get up, Draco. I promise coffee if you do."

Perking up at the mention of coffee, Draco grumbled as he kicked off the sheets. It appeared he was clad only in a pair of boxers, but he couldn't muster the energy to be modest at the moment so he sat on the edge of the bed and tiled his chin towards the ceiling.

"I'm up. Coffee," he demanded. A snap of her fingers and Wonky appeared, holding a steaming cup in his little green elf hands.

"Gimmie," Draco whined. He gulped a mouthful down and sighed continently when he felt it work its magic; liquid energy, the nectar of the gods.

Astoria was patient enough for him to sip about half before she cleared her throat daintily. Draco acknowledged her with the raise of an eyebrow but kept his eyes on the cup of coffee he clutched in his hands.

A piece of parchment was suddenly, and very boorishly he might add, waved in his face. He swatted it away as if it was an annoying insect and glared at his ex-wife.

"I read yours," she said with a trill in her voice.

"Should I be surprised?"

"Normally I would respect my son's privacy," she said with a pout. It didn't take long for it to morphed into another crocodile smile. "But I am glad I read it. Quite interesting."

Draco took another sip of his coffee. He knew her well enough, she was going to read it out loud no matter what he did. Sure enough, she gently cleared her throat and pulled back her shoulders while raising the parchment. "Dear Father, I've decided to date a Gryffindor. If grandpa doesn't approve, tell him he can go fuck himself with his snake cane. Yours, Scorpius. "

Of course, being the sneaky Slytherin that she is, Astoria waited until he had a mouthful of coffee before saying the second part. Having to imagine one's father with a snake cane – like that – this early in the morning should be illegal. Draco gasped, inhaled coffee up both his mouth and nose, and proceeded to choke. Liquid dribbled down his bare chest as he wheeze for air, pooling unpleasantly in his lap. When at last he had sufficiently cleared his airway, he felt a sharp slap on his back and looked over to glare at his ex-wife. She sat smiling as innocently as a devil.

"You're a beast," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Speaking of beasts," she said smiling as she rose to her feet, "those are some lovely marks on your chest."

Draco's eyes snapped down and he gasped. Bruises, no hickeys littered his chest. There were purple spots on his collar, around his pecks, down his stomach. Merlin, what had he done?

The last he could recall was getting upset when Harry mentioned his date.

He groaned. Then he had started ordering drinks and knocking them back like water. If he remembered correctly, Harry had slammed back his fair share, too.

But then what?

He couldn't remember. Anything.

His heart hammered in his chest. After telling himself that this was not the time to panic, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Okay, when he squeezed his arse he didn't feel anything, but that wasn't necessarily an answer. Healing spells could be cast, and he supposed he could have been drunk enough to top, although he doubted the latter.

He groaned. It had to have been Harry. Shit.

Right now, he had to fix this before everything between them was ruined. It was possible. All he had to do was play the whole thing off as a drunken mistake and convince Harry it hadn't meant anything. This would set him back in the progress of winning the brunette, but at least he'd be able to salvage their friendship. In time, maybe he could turn it into more.


***


Harry paced in front of his window. Outside the black clouds loomed angrily and spit freezing cold rain onto the land. The wind howled against any surface it passed over, viscous and strong. The streets were covered in a thin sheet of ice, glistening beautifully as if daring someone to come and test their slickness. It was compete and utter chaos.

Inside his thoughts weren't much better.

Last night in the alley Harry had been down on his knees in front of a shirtless Draco, sucking the skin right below the blond's navel when the wrongness of what he was doing finally caught up to him. Draco had been livid when Harry had apparated him home. He was pretty sure Draco even tried to crucio his own pillow at one point. The blond would never forgive him.

Harry couldn't really bring himself to regret his decision all that much. Sure, there was a large part of him that was screaming that he'd blown the only chance he'd get with Draco, but he never wanted it to be like that. Call him a girl, but if anything were to ever happen between them, he wanted it to be meaningful. He dragged a hand through his hair, listening as the icy ran pelted itself against the window.

He might luck out, Draco might not remember anything. That was plausible, he'd been pretty smashed. Then again, even if he didn't recall exactly what happened, he'd probably remember something, and then Harry would have to explain. That would definitely be worse.

Letting out a frustrated growl, Harry leaned his forehead against the cold windowpane and closed his eyes. How could he have been so stupid? The only small amount of luck he seemed to have was that their student had flooed and canceled the lesson, giving him a little more time before he had to face Draco.

His head jerked up when he felt his wards crackle and a moment later he heard the chime of his doorbell. Great, the last thing he needed right now was a visitor. He dragged his feet as he made his way over to the door, mildly curious about who would be crazy enough to be out in this weather.

Slowly, he opened the door to reveal a sight he wasn't expecting. Lo and behold, the person he least wanted to see was standing there, dripping wet. He was soaked in icy water, hair plastered onto his forehead and cheeks, skin more pale than usual. Every item of clothing was clinging to his shivering body.

"What the fuck, Malfoy? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Draco, looking slightly confused, placed an icy hand, and yes Harry could feel how cold it was even through his shirt, on his chest and pushed his way in. Ignoring Draco's shocked expression, Harry yanked him right over to the fireplace and started pulling off his soaked cloak.

"Did you walk all the way over here?"

"Yes. P-Potter we need t-to talk," Draco said, his jaw shivering through every word.

"Are you crazy? The rain out there is freezing. What were you thinking?"

Draco blinked. "I hadn't n-n-noticed."

"You hadn't noticed." Harry said skeptically. He pulled out his wand but his hand was slapped away.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Casting a drying charm on your clothes."

He raised his wand once more but again Draco slapped his hand away.

"D-d-d-don't you d-dare. You'll dry out my flawless skin."

"Stop being vain, you're going to catch hypothermia."

Draco stared into the fire for a moment before starting to pull up his shirt. Harry looked away, blushing and made his way over the couch. There was a blanket that he kept folded on the end and he silently cast a warming charm before handing it over to, what he guessed, the now naked blond. As much as he chastised himself for it, his cock was finding the whole situation very amusing.

"Hmmm. I was c-c-cold. Thanks."

"No problem." Harry kept his back turned and his eyes firmly on the wall.

There was a long pause. Harry watched as the firelight behind him caused his shadow to jump and jerk across the wall, like some bizarre dance. He was curious, and certainly wanted to ask questions about what was going on, but kept his mouth shut and his mind out of the gutter. At least, as best he could.

"Potter," Draco said at last, the cold stutter gone from his words. "We need to talk."

Harry subtly adjusted his pants and turned around, looking at him expectantly. There was a healthy glow to Draco's cheeks now. Or perhaps he was blushing?

"Last night was... Well," he cleared his throat, "I can't remember exactly what happened, but I do remember some events from an alleyway. These things happen, sometimes, but one little drunken mistake doesn't have to change anything. We still have our professional lives to think about, including our lesson in a few hours."

Draco shifted and Harry's breath caught in his throat. The blanket that had been wrapped around that lithe body slipped open, just a bit, but enough to expose a strip of pale skin.

"It was canceled," Harry murmured distractedly, his eyes immediately went to the bruises down that delicious chest. Fuck, why hadn't Draco healed them? Harry's body burned while looking at them, to still remember the taste and feel of that soft skin on his lips, but to never be able to touch it again– it was torture.

"Regardless," Draco continued, shifting again and this time the blanket revealed the mark below his navel. "We're two gay men, and this kind of thing happens all the time when alcohol is involved. It didn't mean– "

Harry's lips were suddenly pressed against his, silencing the words he never wanted to hear. The bruises had been his undoing, showing all that smooth, flawless skin that Harry had marked as his .

Draco's body was still cold with tiny shivers running up and down it. Harry was aware the blond's back had stiffened and that he wasn't returning the pressure of lips, but he couldn't bring himself to back away. The moment he let go of the pouty pink lips, they would start sneering and spewing forth the words he never wanted to hear, words he couldn't handle hearing right now.

The next thing he knew he was on his back with Draco straddling his hips and kissing him so hard his toes curled from the pleasure. The firmness of lips, the feel of a tongue running over his own and along the roof of his mouth was so perfect he could have died the happiest man alive right then and there. He ran his hands down Draco's chest, feeling every bump and dip of muscle, smooth and perfect under his touch. The blond was naked. Naked and writhing on top of Harry. This had to be a dream.

All too soon Draco was pulling back and Harry, embarrassingly, cried out like a four-year-old.

"What about your date?" Draco said, anger lacing his voice.

Harry stared at him stupidly. "Date?"

"When I invited you over for wine, you said you couldn't because you had a date."

Too much blood had gone south and it took Harry a good thirty seconds before enough circulated through his brain to realize what Draco was referring to. "I didn't mean it like that. Lily's getting some sort of reward and I'm going up to Hogwarts with Ginny to watch her receive it."

They stared at each other for a moment, then Draco's lips were back and his hips were thrusting so erotically Harry was pretty sure he was going to embarrass himself if they didn't stop soon. With a growl he apparated them to his bedroom, and by sheer miracle didn't splinch the living daylights out of both of them.

Draco didn't miss a beat and started rocking his hips again, sliding their hardened members together in the most fantastic ways that sent sparks of pleasure up Harry's spine. He pulled the blond into a hard kiss, whimpering when he felt hands at the waistband of his trousers. After a moment of sharp tugs, his pants were sliding off, pulled so hard it took his shoes with them. He laughed and toed off his socks while Draco pulled his shirt up.

"So much better," Draco said as he laid back down, naked skin touching everywhere. Harry really had to agree seeing as how every contact caused a sizzling pleasure that traveled straight down to his weeping cock.

Their bodies were a dance of wandering hands as they touched and kissed each other wherever they could reach. Harry's fingers traveled up and down Draco's back, braving lower each time until he was squeezing globs of flesh in his hands. Draco moaned and pushed back into the touch wantonly.

"Where's your wand?" he whispered in Harry's ear, causing a shiver to crawl down his spine. Harry shoved it into his hand. He couldn't see, but he felt the small sizzle of magic in the air as Draco cast a few spells before tossing it who knows where and kneeled above him. It wasn't until he grabbed Harry's erection and positioned himself that Harry realized what was about to happen.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the tight heat surrounding him. "Oh fuck."

A gurgled noise escaped his lips as Draco placed both hands on his chest and started to raise himself up. He didn't think he had known the true definition of perfect until now, because it was just that: so bloody perfect. He grabbed Draco's hips and pulled him back down, causing them both to cry out in pleasure. It continued, up and down, squeezing him in the most delicious ways.

The noises Draco made were so fucking erotic they turned Harry's blood into liquid fire. His whole world narrowed in the sensation of his cock entering Draco's pliant body again and again. The pressure, the heat, the wanton noises all awakened something primal in Harry and he sat up, pushing Draco onto his back before thrusting in hard and fast.

He grunted as his hips sped up, aiming for Draco's prostrate until the blond's eyes were squeezed shut as his mouth sagged open in soundless cries of pleasure. Harry pushed in, relentlessly thrusting as hard as he could into that spot while he breathlessly attacked Draco's flushed throat with open mouthed kissed.

It wasn't long before Harry felt his balls drawing up close to his body and he knew he would fall into bliss. He sped his thrusts, each one causing Draco's back to arch impossibly higher. Without slowing his pace, he balanced on one hand as the other made it's way between their sweaty bodies. All it took was one hard squeeze to Draco's cock before he was crying out. Hot fluid squirted between his fingers and splashed on their stomach while his own cock was being squeezed impossibly tight. With a deep thrust of his hips, and a bite to a pale neck, he came and came and came, pouring himself into Draco. When the spasms stopped, his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Draco as the blond rub his back soothingly.

The sound of their labored breathing filled the air and when enough strength returned to him, he rolled onto his side.

"That was fun," Draco said, looking at him from under his fringe. Harry could see the uncertainty practically pouring out of silver eyes.

"Yeah it was," he said, putting his arm around the blond and scooting closer. "Let's do it again in the morning."


***


Harry sighed as Draco dragged him along, chatting a mile per minute. In the three weeks they'd been dating, Harry had to say being dragged along on Draco's arm like a dog on a leash was becoming a common occurrence. Honestly, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

Currently they were heading to the newest broom store in Diagon Alley, Draco talking excitedly about the newest model. They had started having sparing matches against each other, refueling their competitive nature when it came to flying. Harry thought it was quite ingenious because, though it wore him out more than it might have in his younger years, the sight of Draco all flushed and sweaty on a broom was extremely appealing.

Their relationship wasn't perfect in regards to societal standards, but to him it was. Yes, Draco was whiny and demanding at times, but Harry didn't really mind all that much. It helped that most the time Draco was demanding Harry fuck him up against the wall, on the kitchen table, in the shower... Harry adjusted his pants as he walked.

A quick tug and Harry found himself suddenly pulled into an alley with Draco's lips against his neck. He moaned and spread his legs as his lover pressed closer to his body.

"I can tell when you're not listening, Harry," he said huskily, "But I see I have your attention now."

He thrust his hips into Harry's, rubbing a matching hardness against his own. He moved his head to suck the other side of Harry's neck and the brunette whimpered.

"We still have an hour before the broom shop closes, plenty of time for you to fuck me against this wall."

Harry was just about to spin Draco around and do just that when a loud crash had them jumping and drawing their wands. They rushed out to see a pile of rubble where an old sales stand had been slowly rotting away over the years. A cloud of dust impeded their vision, which Draco spelled away quickly.

The first thing they saw was a mop of messy black hair, much like his own. Harry's jaw dropped open when he realized his son was emerging from the rubble. "James!?"

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

"What am– why aren't you at Hogwarts?"

Draco howled with laughter. "Like father like son."

"I'll be back by tonight. Promise," he said, dragging out what Harry realized too late was a broom. As James rose in the air he gave Harry a half smile and a salute. "Nice hickeys, by the way."

Harry blushed, his hands automatically going up to cover his neck.

Turning in the air towards Draco, who was still laughing merrily, James gave him a smirk. "Like father like son. Scorpius has given his fair share to Albus, if I'm not mistaken."

With a wink, he was gone, leaving Draco gaping and Harry sorely tempted to hex his own son, regardless of being twenty feet in the air.

"Come on," Draco said finally, tugging on his arms. "Lets get those brooms and after a quick fly home we'll have a nice glass of adult grape juice."


-Fin