Two Perverts Figure it Out

It had been three long weeks since the fateful afternoon in the shower, and the evening in the Prefects’ bath. Draco was avoiding Harry at every turn, as he had no desire to repeat the argument they’d had.

It was ridiculous, really. Harry had accused him of having feelings for him, and it wasn’t true. It couldn’t possibly be. The sex had been admittedly phenomenal, and if Potter hadn’t gotten all emotional on him he’d have liked to repeat it.

The truth was that everything Draco had shouted at Potter was fact. Draco was doomed to a life of forced servitude to the Dark Lord and an arranged marriage to whichever Pureblooded witch his father deemed to be the best match. He wanted neither. Once upon a time Draco was certain his father had hung the moon. The man knew everything about everything, and he’d trained Draco since toddlerhood to follow in his footsteps.

That was when Draco was a child.

These days, his father was angry because people were resisting the Dark Lord. He was losing followers regularly because the popular opinion was that no one wanted to follow a lunatic obsessed with killing a teenager. A teenager who had bested him several times, no less. Draco had no desire to become one of Harry Potter’s legions of fans, or to fight against his friends. He didn’t want to take the Dark Mark, though, either.

Frankly, Draco had grown to hate his father. He was terrified to discover he was gay when he’d heard his father spit so many times that “all the fucking queers should be killed.” What would Lucius Malfoy do if he knew his only son was one of them? Draco had no doubt that his father held no love for him. A fondness, perhaps, and the dream of presenting the perfect little Death Eater offspring to his precious lord. But love? Not so much. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was actually glad his father was in Azkaban. He deserved it, and he was less of a threat to Draco there.

Draco leaned against a tree and scowled out at the lake. He had no idea what to do. And on top of the mess his life had become, he had the further complication of Harry Bloody Potter being on his mind every damn second. So the man had an incredible arse. So he was a brilliant fuck. He was still a moronic scarheaded prat, and Draco could certainly live happily without ever having to tolerate his company again.

Even if it meant never living out the fantasy he’d had…the one where he tied Potter to his bed and rode his glorious cock like their lives depended on it.

“Draco.”

FUCK. Where the hell did he come from? Draco thought angrily. He’d hid out here, far away from the prying eyes of the other students, for a reason. “Potter. What the fuck do you want?”

“Nothing. I noticed you out here, and thought we might talk.” Harry plopped down beside him, and Draco sighed impatiently.

“I have no idea what you’d think we might have to talk about.”

“Oh, really? How about we discuss the day we fucked each other senseless?”

“Keep your voice down,” Draco hissed.

Potter rolled his eyes. “There’s no one at all near by, Draco. Which is probably why you’re out here.”

“Yes, I was hoping to be alone. So be a good little idiot and leave me to it, won’t you?”

Harry ignored him. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Whatever, Malfoy. I know you were angry with me when you left the bath that night, and I’ve wanted to talk to you about it.”

Draco sighed. “Look…I have nothing else to say. I meant what I said. I would really appreciate it if you’d just leave me alone.”

“I can’t, Draco. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“Potter, this is getting very old! We fucked. That’s it. A stupid thing to do, as you apparently can’t separate sex and love in your mind.”

“I never said I loved you.”

Somehow, that stung a bit. Draco didn’t want to think about why that was. “Then why –“

“But I think I could.”

Draco stared at him for a moment before putting his head in his hands. “Go away, Harry, please,” he pleaded quietly. It was silent, and then he felt a gentle hand stroke his back.

“I can’t. Merlin knows you’re the last person I should be thinking about this way, but I can’t go away. Not when I want to do this so badly.” Harry touched Draco’s cheek and turned the pale face toward him. He leaned in and their lips met softly.

Even while thinking about pushing Potter away, Draco opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Harry’s tongue entered his mouth and trailed the same path he’d made when he kissed Draco so sweetly in the Prefects’ bath, and Draco’s stomach fluttered in the same way it had then. Harry’s arms slipped around him and pulled him closer. They rose to their knees simultaneously and pressed their bodies together, allowing hands to roam and explore.

Harry sucked at Draco’s tongue, and the blond gave a muffled moan of appreciation. He smashed his mouth to Harry’s, devouring and plundering while he gripped Harry’s robes. Harry kissed back just as eagerly and held Draco tightly

“Want to fuck you,” Draco gasped, pulling back slightly.

“Lube…I brought…in my pocket…” Harry fumbled in the folds of his robes and produced a small bottle.

Draco made short work of removing both his robes and Harry’s. He resumed his heated snog with his lover while he impatiently worked at undoing their trousers.

Harry broke away. “Stop, slow down,” he panted. “Going too fast, I want to feel you, touch you.”

“No!” Draco snarled, yanking Harry’s trousers and pants down in one swift motion. He repeated the action with his own. “Going to fuck you.”

“No, Draco, please,” Harry pleaded, trying to kiss the blond again. “Just slow down a little, let’s enjoy this.”

“I intend to enjoy this.” Draco bit Harry’s lip viciously. “I’m going to enjoy every moment of fucking you as hard as I can.”

“Draco, wait –“ Harry’s protest was ignored as Draco moved behind him quickly. The blond slicked his cock and shoved Harry over onto all fours. He plunged into the body before him, hearing Harry’s strangled cry of pain and a roaring in his ears.

With each plunge into the unbearably tight channel Draco’s mind cruelly reminded him of his failures. Never good enough. Your own father doesn’t love you, your mother wishes you didn’t exist. No one loves you, because you’re a scared little whiny queer. You pretend to be what you’re not, try to make people fear you when the only truth is that you fear everything and everyone. You know you don’t have it in you to kill anyone, and for that the Dark Lord will kill you. You have nowhere to go, your parents don’t care for you and you’ve burned all bridges that might lead you to safety. No one will ever love a pathetic git like you…but Harry might... Harry.

Tears poured down Draco’s face as he gripped Harry’s hips and slammed into him over and over. With a choked sob he came and thrust a final time into his partner before pulling out and rolling into a fetal ball.

Harry slowly sat back up and looked down at the shaking blond. Almost violent were his tremors as he cried; harsh, wracking sobs that crushed Harry’s heart. “Draco,” he said softly, touching his arm.

“Go…leave me, please…” Draco begged hoarsely and curled up tighter.

“Draco, come here. Come on.” Harry stroked Draco’s back and pulled him upright. He held the trembling blond in his arms despite Draco’s attempts to move away and whispered soothingly to him. He felt the moment Draco’s resistance finally left him and pulled him closer, allowing his lover to clutch his shirt desperately as he wept into Harry’s neck.

“Sorry…so sorry…” Draco choked, his voice muffled.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Harry replied softly.

“Yes there is, I hurt you!” Draco cried and burrowed closer to Harry. “I shouldn’t have done that, so sorry…”

“It’s all right, baby,” Harry whispered.

“It’s not! Don’t…don’t be like this,” Draco whimpered.

“Like what?” Harry was confused.

“So fucking good! Hit me, kick me, anything, please!” Draco begged. “I deserve it, I…fuck, Harry, I practically raped you, and you sit here holding me like…like…”

“Like the man I love is hurting, and needs comfort?” Harry finished quietly.

“You…you...” Draco looked at him and sniffled pitifully, effectively melting Harry. “But…”

“Yes, Draco. I love you. Merlin help me, but I do.”

“But you said…”

“I said I thought I could love you. And now, seeing you like this, I know I already do.”

“Seeing me fall apart like a sniveling first year?” Draco wiped at his face in embarrassment.

“Seeing you feel something. This is real emotion, Draco, and what I saw in your eyes when we last made love was emotion too. I’m so damn attracted to you, baby. I can’t get you off my mind.” Harry ran his fingers through Draco’s hair.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Draco admitted, looking down. “But I don’t know why you’d want me. I’m nothing, nothing at all.”

“You’re everything. Maybe not what you’ve always pretended to be, but you can be strong, and determined, and smart. And vulnerable, apparently, which only makes me love you more.”

“I’m a terrible person, Harry. Your friends will never accept me, my friends will surely try to kill me, and my parents will disown me. Then try to kill me. This…I can’t...” Draco’s face crumbled again and Harry held him close.

“Fuck your parents. Let them disown you. Better that than forcing you to follow Voldemort when you don’t want to, and better than making you live a life you don’t want. And fuck your friends. I’ll always protect you, I swear it.”

“You’re forgetting something.”

“Oh, yeah, fuck my friends too. If they can’t learn to accept you, to support my happiness, then they aren’t friends at all.”

Draco laughed weakly. “I appreciate that, truly. But what I meant is…well, you’re the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the great Harry Potter. No one will ever let you be the gay lover of a Death Eater’s son.”

“No one has to let me do anything. I’ll take out an ad in the Daily Prophet telling the world that I love the cock, and I love Draco Malfoy even more. I’ll protect you. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do, but…”

“Are you gay?”

“Well, that’s an asinine question.”

“Just answer me!” Harry said impatiently. “Are you gay?”

“Yes, obviously.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Do you have an interest in marrying a witch of your father’s choosing and producing heirs?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having children, but no. Not like that. Where are you going with this?”

Harry held up a hand. “Do you want to be a Death Eater?”

“Definitely not. Harry –“

“One more thing. Do you trust me, Draco?”

Draco studied him for a moment. “With my life,” he replied quietly.

“Good.” Harry took his face between his hands. “Then what’s stopping us?”

“I…” Draco paused. “Nothing, Harry, absolutely nothing.” A grin spread over his face. “We could really do this, couldn’t we? We could be together.”

“Yes, my love, we could. We can. Will you take the chance?”

“Again with the asinine questions.”

Harry smacked his arm playfully. “Hey, if I recall, you are the one who has been running off and denying that anything even exists between us.”

“I have no idea what you’re prattling on about.” Draco smiled angelically. “I’m quite sure this was my idea all along.”

“Oh? And how do you figure that?”

“Most wonderful ideas are mine.”

Harry grinned and shook his head. “Well, the idea of you and me together is fairly wonderful, I’ll give you that.”

“And, I believe it was I who started the whole thing.”

“Oh?”

“I grabbed your arse in the shower, didn’t I?”

“You did at that. Pervert.”

Draco wound his arms around his lover’s neck. “Says the pervert who was wanking in the shower…”

**********

“Harry?” Draco called.

“In here, love.”

Draco poked his head into the bathroom. “Taking a shower?”

Harry pouted in a way only a Malfoy, whether by birth or marriage, could. “My back is killing me, and the Healer says I’m not allowed to take a Jacuzzi bath.”

“I’m sorry. How about a backrub later?”

“That would be great!”

“Good. My back has been bothering me all day, I can’t wait.”

“Arse!”

Draco laughed at Harry’s shouted oath as he disrobed. “Kidding, baby. How about if I join you and wash all of your hard to reach parts?”

“Merlin knows there’re plenty of those,” Harry grumbled. “Next time we decide to reproduce, you’re taking the potion.”

“But you look so cute pregnant.” Draco helped Harry into the shower. “Careful, sweets.”

“How were your parents?”

“Oh, the usual. Mother’s excited for the baby, Father thinks I’m not a true Malfoy. Although Mother says he talks a lot about ‘his grandson’ when I’m not around. The house arrest is driving him insane, but I keep reminding him that if it weren’t for you he’d be rotting in Azkaban and then he gets really mad.” Draco grinned. It had been a shock to him when his parents had, albeit grudgingly, accepted his decisions to join Harry in the war and as his lover. They had even been pleased (although Lucius would not admit it) when Harry defeated Voldemort and immediately proposed to Draco.

“Don’t antagonize him. Grandson, huh? And what will he do if it’s a girl?”

“Oh, order me to try again, I imagine, and then spoil her rotten.”

Harry laughed. “Should be fun to watch. Should we think about names yet?”

Draco shrugged. “Don’t know why, it’s perfectly obvious.”

“Are we naming the baby after a constellation, then?” Harry asked fearfully.

“Prat. And yes, perhaps. I figured he or she will either be James Sirius or Lily Narcissa.” Draco looked at Harry shyly, and the dark-haired man stared back at him.

“Gods, Draco, just when I think I can’t love you anymore. Come here.” Tears mingled with the shower spray as Harry pulled Draco against him for a hug. They both laughed when the baby kicked hard. “You can’t say things like that to a hormonal man, baby.”

“Sorry. The names meet your approval then?”

“They do. And I really, really hope it’s a boy – I’m dying to see your father’s face when we present him with James Sirius Malfoy-Potter.”

Draco smirked. “Yes, that will be quite the sight.”

“Remember the first shower we took together?”

Draco reached for a handful of Harry’s arse and squeezed. “I do.”

“I was thinking we could perhaps recreate it.”

“Mmm…well then I think I need to reposition myself.” Draco dropped to his knees and looked up at his lover. “I’m going to suck your cock, Potter.”

Harry looked down and grinned at his husband. “Pervert.”