Together at Last

The ragged man walked along the bleak street, head down, a heavy backpack held by fraying straps in his hand. He stopped in front of a pub. No one was looking at him. He reached into his backpack, pulled out a hooded cloak, donned it and walked into the Leaky Caldron. Head still down, hood obscuring his face, he walked right through the pub to the brick wall in the rear courtyard; a wand appeared in his hand, hit the right brick and the wall opened to Diagon Alley.
The war had certainly hurt the alley for years, but now, six years after the war, things looked good. George Weasley had painted the shop a horrid mustard yellow with blue swirls, but the rest of the businesses, old and new, looked fantastic. The ragged traveler stopped in front of a small corner business, another Weasley establishment. In the dark window a dozen wizarding chess sets entertained themselves around the lone Muggle board. The traveler smiled. ‘You can take the girl out of the Muggles but you can’t take the Muggle out of the girl.’
He turned down the small side alley and found a warm light glowing over a door with flowing gold script above a familiar looking sword. Weasley-Granger Residence. No Deliveries For Weasley Wizarding Chess. Another smile as he reached out and knocked. Light appeared under the door and heavy steps sounded. “Who is it then?” The familiar voice asked. The traveler smiled, pushed his hood down and knocked again. “Alright, alright,” and Ron pulled the door open. “Blimey, Harry!” Ron pulled Harry into a rib- crushing hug. “Hermione,” he yelled up the stairs. “ Hermione, It’s Harry!” Ron dragged Harry up the steep flight of stairs to the apartment above the shop. “Hermione get in here!”
Harry heard footsteps then a giant stomach proceeded Hermione into the room. “Harry!” She hugged him as best she could, all belly and wild hair then smacked Ron’s shoulder. ”Eight months pregnant and he thinks I can hurry.” She grabbed Harry again. He tried to hold his breath to prevent the sobs welling up and succeeded until Ron joined in the hug. Harry shook in their arms. All the pain he had carried around for four years flooding out, released by the love of his two best friends. When the crying subsided, Hermione guided the group to the couch and cleaned up the messy faces with a flick of her wand.
They talked of friends lost, of events missed, of Ron’s business and the rest of the Weasleys. Harry told stories of his travels and presented the couple with a stunning statue of a phoenix. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am for missing your wedding.” He learned they had one daughter already and twin boys on the way. Ginny had married Neville Longbottom, both highly decorated war veterans, just like the three friends; George had married Luna Lovegood. Hours later, Hermione lurched to her feet and announced bedtime. “Harry, we have three bedrooms and two bathrooms on the next floor and a large bedroom with its own bathroom and a balcony on the top floor. That room is yours as long as you wish to use it.” She kissed him and began her waddling climb to bed.
“She’s right you know.” Ron said.
“What?”
“Stay as long as you like. Our home is always open to you.” Ron put his arm around Harry’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug.
“Don’t make me cry again,” Harry half laughed, half cried into Ron’s shoulder.
Ron squeezed tighter. “Promise not to ever leave us like that again.” His voice was rough and he couldn’t hide his own sniffles. He kissed the top of Harry’s head.
“I won’t.” They stayed like that for a while, remembering years of friendship between them.
Finally, “Alright then.” Ron stood and pulled Harry to his feet. “Let me show you to your room.”


Harry spent the next week roaming Diagon Alley in his Invisibility Cloak, slowly re-acclimating himself to the London Wizarding World. He played with baby Molly and enjoyed the family his friends had created. The house was warm and clean, kept immaculate by Winky. He bought new clothes for both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. He read; he lost at both kinds of chess. He felt so alone.
Finally, he decided it was time for some warmth of his own. On a warm Friday night he walked onto his balcony and Apparated out of Diagon Alley to a Muggle Alley across London. On the street he found a line of men waiting to enter a long brick warehouse. The music coming from the building vibrated the fire escapes and trash bins. Harry smiled and slipped past the line into the bar with out any one noticing using a clever concealment charm. Inside, men talked, danced, touched, kissed. He pulled his shirt off and threw himself into the writhing mass of men on the dance floor. For two songs, four songs, six, he danced and touched and kissed the men who appeared before him. Hands groped him over his jeans, slid inside to feel his skin. He moved against them feeling alive for the first time in a very long time. At last he needed a drink.
He pushed his way through the men in the direction of the bar. Lights and smoke effects blurred his vision until he stumbled out of the mass. Once free he scanned the bar. At the near corner a tall, broad shouldered man leaned against the bar in tight jeans and t-shirt. Harry froze as the name popped into his head. Oliver. The man turned around as if called. His eyes came to rest on Harry in seconds and the look of doubt on his face transformed into a beaming smile as he moved forward.
Oliver stopped just shy of touching Harry. The two stared at each other until Harry reached up to caress Oliver’s face. Oliver encircled Harry’s waist with his arms and lifted him off the floor in a hug. They found each others lips and tongues dueled for minutes. When they broke the kiss Oliver spoke first. “You’re back.”
“Yes!” Harry quickly kissed Oliver again.
Oliver laughed. ”Want to get out of here?”
“Yes!” Harry pulled his shirt on and the pair made their way out to the street. “Where are you staying?”
“I live in Edinburugh,” Oliver said. “I Apperated down for the night. Where are you staying?
“At Ron and Hemione’s in Diagon Alley.” They looked at each other and laughed, then kissed again. “Oh I needed that’” Harry said when they parted.
“I need more than that,” Oliver replied. They smiled at each other. “So where do we go?”
Harry’s eyes lit up. “I have Muggle credit cards!” Oliver looked confused. “Muggles use them to pay for things. We can go to a Muggle hotel.”
“Cool. I’ve never been to one of those.” He grabbed Harry and kissed him again.
“ Let’s go before I strip you on this street!” Harry showed Oliver how to hail a cab and the pair headed for a large American owned chain hotel.
The two men kissed and touched and laughed in the cab, the elevator and the hallway, but once in the room they froze, eyes locked on each other. Never looking away from Oliver, Harry pulled his shirt over his head, removed his shoes and socks then pulled his pants off. He stood before Oliver naked, his cock twitching to life. Oliver smiled. “Remember our first kiss my last year at school” He pulled his own shirt off.
“Every day.”
Oliver removed his shoes and socks. “I wanted so much more then, but you were only thirteen.”
Harry held his arms out to the side. “I’m all grown up now.”
Oliver removed his pants, exposing his own pulsing erection. “Come here.”
Harry stepped to Oliver. He reached up and ran his fingers through the hair on Oliver’s firm pecs, finding his nipples to tease and caress. Oliver reached around Harry and cupped his smooth ass to pull Harry against him. “Bed ,” Harry moaned as Oliver lifted him off the floor.
Oliver laid Harry on his back, then stood looking down at him. He rubbed Harry’s legs as he rested them on his shoulders. Oliver’s dripping cock twitched and jerked against Harry’s tight hole. “Think you can handle this?” He started to press in and Harry gasped.
“Lube.” But even as he said it he pushed against Oliver, trying to get more of the Keepers thick cock inside him.
Oliver pulled away and walked to his jeans, Harry’s eyes following the bounce of the firm, hairy ass across the room. When Oliver turned around, Harry had two fingers inside himself. He started at Oliver while working his fingers in and out. With his other hand he pinched his own nipple. “AAHH.” Oliver moved closer. Harry added a third finger.
“My dick is still thicker than that.”
“Good.” Harry removed his fingers and used both hands to hold his legs up and open. “You coming back in?”
Oliver grabbed Harry’s ankles and in one long rough thrust buried his cock in Harry’s hot tight ass. ”Harry. Oh man.”
Harry couldn’t speak. He panted, eyes wide, hands gripping Oliver’s thighs. He arched his back, the searing pleasure radiating out from his stretched ass. “O..Ol..Oliver.” He gasped, shuddering as Oliver slowly pulled out until just the tip of his pulsing cock remained in Harry. Oliver stared into Harry’s eyes and smiled. He slammed into Harry deep and rough. Again. Again. Pumping at bone shacking speed as sweat began running down both fucking men. Harry furiously pumped his own cock, writhing and swearing, gasping every time Oliver’s cock rammed his hot spot deep inside. Oliver felt Harry’s ass clamp down tight as Harry’s body tensed. Harry froze then yelled as he shot his come across his chest and abdomen. Oliver grabbed Harry’s hips and drove hard until he too roared and shot his load deep inside Harry’s sweet ass.
Legs shacking dangerously, Oliver collapsed onto the bed, catching his weight on one elbow as he hovered above Harry. He lowered his head and softly kissed Harry. It was Harry’s turn to smile. ”Next time I promise to last longer.”
Oliver kissed the end of Harry’s nose. “Me too.” He lowered himself to the bed and wrapped Harry in his beef cake arms. “It’s so good to see you again at last. I lo…” Oliver stopped himself. Careful. Not to fast. He didn’t want Harry to bolt to soon.
“Oliver, I have loved you since I was thirteen years old.” Harry smiled at the stunned expression on Oliver’s face. “The thought of one day getting to see you again got me through some awful times.” He kissed Oliver’s chin, laughed softly.
“What?” Oliver squeezed tighter.
“I used to jerk off to this scenario and I must say, reality is better than dreaming ever was!” Both men laughed and shared another slow kiss. “Ever been in a Muggle shower?”
“Nope.”
“Come on.” The two men untangled and Harry led the way to the bathroom. They laughed and kissed their way through the shower, hugged and tickled their way through drying off and held hands on the short walk back to bed.
This time things slowed down. Harry pushed Oliver onto his back. He kissed his way down the furred pecs and stomach, stopping to nip at Oliver’s bellybutton. Harry licked the tip of Oliver’s rapidly growing cock, then slid all the way down. Oliver sighed, a low growl rumbling from his throat. Harry kept the pace slow, each time swallowing as much of Oliver’s length as he could, softly rubbing his hairy balls. He slid his finger back, playing with the hair along Oliver’s ass. Oliver spread his legs wider and Harry slowly inserted one finger into Oliver’s tight hole. Oliver growled again and thrust his hips up to meet Harry’s deep throat then down to push against his finger. After minutes of enjoying Oliver’s body, Harry straddled Oliver, gazes locked, as he lowered himself onto the throbbing erection he had created. Oliver’s big hands squeezed Harry’s hips as he thrust up against him. Harry pushed down, grinding his ass against Oliver. Both men smiled at each other. Harry leaned forward and gripped Oliver’s pecs. He moved himself up and down Oliver’s shaft, quickly picking up speed. In minutes he gasped and shot hot come across Oliver as Oliver returned the favor deep in Harry’s ass. Harry smiled as he lay down on Oliver. “I guess we both lied.”
“Looks like it.” Oliver kissed Harry’s ear. “I promise to last longer next time.”
Harry pulled himself off of Oliver’s softening cock. “Ow.”
“Sorry.”
“Damn you’re big.” Harry settled back against Oliver.
“Sorry. I got carried away.”
“Me too. But the next ‘next time’ will have to be tomorrow if you want me to be able to walk.” Both men laughed again and this time laughs turned into yawns. They settled into bed and Oliver wrapped his arm around Harry.
“I love you, Harry Potter.”
“Mmmmm.” Harry snuggled closer.
“You know, this is going to make for some great Daily Prophet headlines.”
No response.
Oliver snuggled closer and joined Harry in sleep.

The next morning insistent scratching woke the two men. Harry stretched and pressed against Oliver, who stretched with him. “Owl at the window,” Oliver mumbled. Harry rolled over Oliver and walked naked to the window, grabbing his wand out of his jeans on the way. Blazing sunlight filled the room as he pulled the curtain back. At the window, two sleek barn owls vied for ledge space. Harry drew a circle on the window and the glass vanished; both owls fluttered happily into the room. Harry took both letters and joined Oliver in the cozy bed. The first was a note from Ron:
H- Where are you? Mom found out you’re back. Sorry. She insisted you come to dinner at the Burrow tonight. Decline at your own risk. Expect an owl from her. See you there. R-

Harry took the other note and smiled at the familiar handwriting.
Dear Harry, Ron told me you just returned to London. Please come to dinner tonight at the Burrow. Everyone will be there. And tell Oliver to come as well. We’ve never had a Quidditch World Cup winner to dinner before.
Love, Molly

Oliver sat up. “Dinner with ALL the Weasleys! And how does she know we are together?”
“She knows things when she needs to.” Harry dropped the notes to the floor. “Can you come to dinner with me?” He traced his finger around Oliver’s bellybutton.
“I would love to.” Oliver kissed Harry softly on the lips. “Good morning.”
“Hi.” Harry smiled at Oliver. “It’s good to see you.” They kissed again then Harry snuggled close to Oliver.
Oliver traced his finger along a sword tattoo on Harry’s right bicep. “Wanna tell me about this?” Oliver moved his hand down to Harry’s thigh. “And this phoenix tattoo.”
Harry looked at his arm. “This one is the sword of Godric Griffendor. Did you ever see it when you were at Hogwarts?” Oliver shook his head. “During the War it appeared there after a battle…” Harry’s voice trailed off. He rubbed his tattoo, took a deep breath and continued. “ The other is Fawkes, Albus Dumbledor’s pet phoenix; he’s lived with Ron and Hermione since little Molly was born.”
“And that one just appeared too?”
“Yes. I always was Dumbledor’s man through and through.” Harry gave a small smile. “Enough of that.” Harry grabbed Oliver’s morning hard on. “Wanna play in the shower again?”
“Oh yeah.” Oliver lifted Harry and carried him into the bathroom, biting his ears all the way.