I Need You Now
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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1,311
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4
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I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or its settings. I am not getting paid for this. I'm just having some fun.
I Need You Now
Additional Disclaimer: The last scene comes from the Epilogue of Deathly Hallows. I also don't own the lyrics. They're based on the song, "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum (great song, by the way!)
Hope you like it!
*****
“How the hell am I supposed to get some sleep when he keeps crying?” she suddenly screamed from inside their bedroom.
Harry sighed and began walking back and forth in the nursery, holding their firstborn son close to his chest, trying to quiet him down. “Shh, James, it’s okay,” he quietly soothed.
He soon heard his bedroom door slam shut and frowned, staring down at his son who decided to cry even louder from the noise. He grumbled to himself, bouncing him up and down as he continued pacing the room.
Unfortunately, ever since James was born, he and Ginny had been growing apart. She was very involved with her Quidditch career and hardly gave any time for her family, stating how all her life she had done precisely that and how it was her turn to finally do things for herself. He only wished that she had thought about that before they decided to have a baby together.
He glanced out the window, suddenly thinking about his life after he defeated the Dark Lord. Things had changed so much since then. Things he never thought he would’ve done. Things one would think he would have regretted by now, yet never did. Things that only he knew and nobody else, not even his wife, especially his wife.
He took a deep breath and looked back down at his son, noticing him start to quiet down. “I love you,” he soon whispered, lightly kissing his forehead. “Always and forever.”
He slowly placed him back in the crib, staring at him for a few more minutes before finally making his way to his bedroom. He immediately narrowed his eyes as he entered their room, seeing her reading one of her Quidditch playbooks.
She looked up and tilted her head, nodding when she took in the silence. “Good. Maybe now I can finally get some sleep,” she began, closing her book and putting it on the table next to the bed, slipping underneath the covers.
“Would it kill you to actually tend to your crying son, Ginny?” he softly growled, moving closer to the bed.
“I take care of him just as much as you do,” she glared up at him, annoyed by the obvious accusation.
“When?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.
“It’s not like I keep track, Harry,” she snapped. “Besides, I have a lot going on right now, with learning all these new plays. And I need my sleep if I’m to perform well.”
He mumbled to himself as he grabbed his pillow off the bed and stormed out of the room, moving toward the much-used couch in the drawing room. He angrily threw the pillow down and lay down, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and covering himself.
He soon found himself thinking about his past again, remembering how much he missed it. He sighed and looked toward the clock, noticing how late it was. He then looked toward the phone and frowned, his hand slowly reaching for it.
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
As soon as he dialed, he hung up and quickly dropped it to the floor, as if he had just been burned. He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling them begin to water.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
He softly cried into his pillow, wishing things could’ve been different, hating how his life turned out.
*****
He stretched at his desk, glad to be done with his work for the night. He glanced over at the clock and frowned, not realizing how late it was. He then sighed and stood up, moving toward his mini bar, aware that his wife was probably very upset with him. She had told him earlier that day that she wanted to try, believing her body was ready to conceive.
He always wanted children, even if the task was a bit unbearable for him. Sadly, he had learned early on that he favored men over women, yet he reluctantly kept up the charade, not wanting to disgrace the Malfoy name any further than his family already had. He tried hard to find new excuses for not sleeping with his wife, but sometimes he just couldn’t avoid it. Thankfully, he was pretty good at calculating her cycle, always knowing when the best time would be for her to give him an heir, and would use it to his advantage (tonight was not one of those nights). Of course nobody knew about his tastes, except for the random men he slept with and later altered their minds – all of them, except one, that is.
He poured himself a drink and returned to his couch, glancing over at the fireplace. He sighed and took a sip, wishing the fire would roar to life and he would be standing there.
Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
He took another sip and looked away, feeling more of his past memories come back to him. If only things could’ve been different, curious if he ever wondered the same.
Without thinking, he reached over and picked up his mobile on the table, chuckling when he was suddenly reminded of the day he had been given it. The man had been so impatient trying to teach him its use, but eventually he figured it out. He rarely used it though, only to ever call him really.
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
He dialed his number and then quickly hung up, shaking his head and putting the phone back down. He immediately drank the rest of his firewhiskey and stood up, pacing in front of his couch, frustrated with himself. He couldn’t believe he almost called him. What the hell was he thinking?
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin at all
*****
Harry wiped his eyes and looked at the phone again, slowly reaching out for it, not able to stop himself. He took a deep breath as he began dialing.
It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now
*****
Draco grabbed the phone and quickly called his number again, no longer caring. He needed to see him, to talk to him.
And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
He closed his eyes and sighed when he heard the busy signal. He hung up the phone and slowly sat on his couch, wondering whom he was even talking to so late in the evening.
And I don't know how I can do without
The phone suddenly rang, causing him to jump and look down at it. He furrowed his eyebrows as he answered, not knowing anyone who had his number or who would even be calling him so late in the evening. He immediately smiled when he heard his voice on the other line, his heart racing.
I just need you now
*****
I just need you now
“Mm, yes,” he suddenly moaned, his knees held freely back, feeling his lover’s cock move slowly inside.
“I’ve missed you,” Harry whispered, his arms wrapped tightly around him, their naked chests flush together.
“Oh, I’ve missed you too,” Draco repeated, softly gliding his fingers along Harry’s sweaty back.
Harry continued to move slow and steady, wanting to prolong their lovemaking as much as he could. They stared into each other’s eyes, aware of the passion they both shared, their warm breaths grazing each other’s lips.
“I love making love to you,” Harry gasped, feeling the heat start to rise within him.
Draco smiled, moving one of his hands to the back of Harry’s head, playfully running it through his disheveled black hair. “You’re the only one I ever make love to,” he stated.
Harry let out a deep groan and leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against Draco’s mouth. He then backed away, smiling at him below. “I love you,” he whispered.
“Mm, I love you,” Draco moaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes when he felt Harry’s orgasm nearing.
They always enjoyed doing the missionary style with each other, finding it to be the most intimate, which was definitely what they both needed at the moment, needing to feel each other’s love.
“You’re getting close,” he then whispered, opening his eyes and smiling up at Harry.
“Mm,” Harry moaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he moved a little faster.
Draco closed his eyes again, hugging his body closer to him. “Come inside me, love,” he murmured. “Let me feel you.”
Harry leaned in and kissed him again, a bit more heatedly than before, Draco’s words putting him over the edge. A few seconds later, he gasped inside his mouth, coming inside his lover and filling him with his seed.
They held each other close, as Harry remained inside him, not wanting to lose their shared connection. They lay there in silence, eyes closed, knowing there was nothing to say at that moment.
After a few more minutes, Harry pulled himself away and rolled over on the bed, staring mournfully up at the ceiling. He already knew Draco was looking up there as well, his own sad thoughts affecting him now that it was over.
“I meant what I said before, Harry,” Draco spoke first, turning toward him. “I’ve only ever made love to you.”
Harry looked over and sadly smiled at him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. “I wish things could’ve been different,” he then whispered, backing away and tucking a strand of his blond hair behind his ear.
Draco sighed, glancing down at his tantalizing mouth. He kissed those sweet lips again, wishing the same. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”
“I’ll always love you too, Draco.”
*****
He was staring at the train that was about to take his two children away, listening to his best friend tell his daughter that he would disinherit her if she wasn’t sorted in Gryffindor. He laughed to himself, knowing his friend was only joking…at least he hoped he was only joking.
Thankfully his marriage was doing much better than before, a lot having to do with the fact that Ginny retired from her team after a minor scare involving her falling off her broom. In fact, their second son was conceived the night she had told him she quit. They of course still had their fights. And he’d be lying if he said he still didn’t think about Draco all the time, or call him when he needed to talk, or, sadly, meet him in that Muggle hotel the first Sunday of each month. Because the truth was, he still loved him.
He suddenly caught Ron’s eyes, noticing him nod in a direction about fifty yards away. “Look who it is,” he whispered.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked over, seeing Draco standing there with his wife and son. He glanced down at the boy who looked just like Draco and smiled to himself, remembering the night Draco called him and told him he was going to be a father. He suddenly laughed to himself, knowing that was also the night Draco vowed he would never sleep with his wife again, stating that if she couldn’t handle it, then she could leave – meaning she would have to give up everything if she did. She never did.
Harry nervously swallowed as he saw Draco look over at him, realizing he had been staring at him too long. He only hoped nobody else saw. He then saw Draco curtly nod at them, before looking at his wife and son again. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he also looked away.
“So that’s little Scorpius,” Ron quietly continued. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.”
Harry laughed, listening to his two best friends begin to squabble. Knowing they were all a bit occupied, he looked over at the blond once more, smiling when he saw he had looked over again as well.
Draco gave him a wink before swiftly motioning his head toward the clock. Harry looked up at the time and smiled, giving the man a covert nod. He then turned back toward the group, hearing his eldest talk about his godson snogging Victoire.
He mindlessly chatted about Teddy coming to live with them before looking down at his watch, not wanting to lose track of time. “It’s nearly eleven, you’d better get on board,” he said.
As soon as the train was gone, he turned toward everyone, giving them a sad smile. “Well unfortunately, I have to go into work for a bit.”
“But Harry, it’s Sunday,” Ginny complained. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
He shook his head, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “No, it can’t,” he replied, giving his daughter a kiss and waving goodbye to the rest.
He glanced down at his watch and smiled, hurrying toward his destination point. Not seeing where he was going, he suddenly hit someone, causing them both to stumble to the ground. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he began apologizing before stopping and smiling, realizing who he was laying on top of.
Draco smirked, feeling Harry’s cock suddenly harden against his leg. “I’m glad it’s Sunday, too,” he softly whispered, quickly pulling out his Portkey and wrapping his arms around him.
Harry smiled and reached out, touching Draco’s mobile. In the next second, the Portkey activated, pulling both of them away.
Ooo, baby, I need you now
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“How the hell am I supposed to get some sleep when he keeps crying?” she suddenly screamed from inside their bedroom.
Harry sighed and began walking back and forth in the nursery, holding their firstborn son close to his chest, trying to quiet him down. “Shh, James, it’s okay,” he quietly soothed.
He soon heard his bedroom door slam shut and frowned, staring down at his son who decided to cry even louder from the noise. He grumbled to himself, bouncing him up and down as he continued pacing the room.
Unfortunately, ever since James was born, he and Ginny had been growing apart. She was very involved with her Quidditch career and hardly gave any time for her family, stating how all her life she had done precisely that and how it was her turn to finally do things for herself. He only wished that she had thought about that before they decided to have a baby together.
He glanced out the window, suddenly thinking about his life after he defeated the Dark Lord. Things had changed so much since then. Things he never thought he would’ve done. Things one would think he would have regretted by now, yet never did. Things that only he knew and nobody else, not even his wife, especially his wife.
He took a deep breath and looked back down at his son, noticing him start to quiet down. “I love you,” he soon whispered, lightly kissing his forehead. “Always and forever.”
He slowly placed him back in the crib, staring at him for a few more minutes before finally making his way to his bedroom. He immediately narrowed his eyes as he entered their room, seeing her reading one of her Quidditch playbooks.
She looked up and tilted her head, nodding when she took in the silence. “Good. Maybe now I can finally get some sleep,” she began, closing her book and putting it on the table next to the bed, slipping underneath the covers.
“Would it kill you to actually tend to your crying son, Ginny?” he softly growled, moving closer to the bed.
“I take care of him just as much as you do,” she glared up at him, annoyed by the obvious accusation.
“When?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.
“It’s not like I keep track, Harry,” she snapped. “Besides, I have a lot going on right now, with learning all these new plays. And I need my sleep if I’m to perform well.”
He mumbled to himself as he grabbed his pillow off the bed and stormed out of the room, moving toward the much-used couch in the drawing room. He angrily threw the pillow down and lay down, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and covering himself.
He soon found himself thinking about his past again, remembering how much he missed it. He sighed and looked toward the clock, noticing how late it was. He then looked toward the phone and frowned, his hand slowly reaching for it.
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
As soon as he dialed, he hung up and quickly dropped it to the floor, as if he had just been burned. He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling them begin to water.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
He softly cried into his pillow, wishing things could’ve been different, hating how his life turned out.
He stretched at his desk, glad to be done with his work for the night. He glanced over at the clock and frowned, not realizing how late it was. He then sighed and stood up, moving toward his mini bar, aware that his wife was probably very upset with him. She had told him earlier that day that she wanted to try, believing her body was ready to conceive.
He always wanted children, even if the task was a bit unbearable for him. Sadly, he had learned early on that he favored men over women, yet he reluctantly kept up the charade, not wanting to disgrace the Malfoy name any further than his family already had. He tried hard to find new excuses for not sleeping with his wife, but sometimes he just couldn’t avoid it. Thankfully, he was pretty good at calculating her cycle, always knowing when the best time would be for her to give him an heir, and would use it to his advantage (tonight was not one of those nights). Of course nobody knew about his tastes, except for the random men he slept with and later altered their minds – all of them, except one, that is.
He poured himself a drink and returned to his couch, glancing over at the fireplace. He sighed and took a sip, wishing the fire would roar to life and he would be standing there.
Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
He took another sip and looked away, feeling more of his past memories come back to him. If only things could’ve been different, curious if he ever wondered the same.
Without thinking, he reached over and picked up his mobile on the table, chuckling when he was suddenly reminded of the day he had been given it. The man had been so impatient trying to teach him its use, but eventually he figured it out. He rarely used it though, only to ever call him really.
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
He dialed his number and then quickly hung up, shaking his head and putting the phone back down. He immediately drank the rest of his firewhiskey and stood up, pacing in front of his couch, frustrated with himself. He couldn’t believe he almost called him. What the hell was he thinking?
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin at all
Harry wiped his eyes and looked at the phone again, slowly reaching out for it, not able to stop himself. He took a deep breath as he began dialing.
It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now
Draco grabbed the phone and quickly called his number again, no longer caring. He needed to see him, to talk to him.
And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
He closed his eyes and sighed when he heard the busy signal. He hung up the phone and slowly sat on his couch, wondering whom he was even talking to so late in the evening.
And I don't know how I can do without
The phone suddenly rang, causing him to jump and look down at it. He furrowed his eyebrows as he answered, not knowing anyone who had his number or who would even be calling him so late in the evening. He immediately smiled when he heard his voice on the other line, his heart racing.
I just need you now
I just need you now
“Mm, yes,” he suddenly moaned, his knees held freely back, feeling his lover’s cock move slowly inside.
“I’ve missed you,” Harry whispered, his arms wrapped tightly around him, their naked chests flush together.
“Oh, I’ve missed you too,” Draco repeated, softly gliding his fingers along Harry’s sweaty back.
Harry continued to move slow and steady, wanting to prolong their lovemaking as much as he could. They stared into each other’s eyes, aware of the passion they both shared, their warm breaths grazing each other’s lips.
“I love making love to you,” Harry gasped, feeling the heat start to rise within him.
Draco smiled, moving one of his hands to the back of Harry’s head, playfully running it through his disheveled black hair. “You’re the only one I ever make love to,” he stated.
Harry let out a deep groan and leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against Draco’s mouth. He then backed away, smiling at him below. “I love you,” he whispered.
“Mm, I love you,” Draco moaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes when he felt Harry’s orgasm nearing.
They always enjoyed doing the missionary style with each other, finding it to be the most intimate, which was definitely what they both needed at the moment, needing to feel each other’s love.
“You’re getting close,” he then whispered, opening his eyes and smiling up at Harry.
“Mm,” Harry moaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he moved a little faster.
Draco closed his eyes again, hugging his body closer to him. “Come inside me, love,” he murmured. “Let me feel you.”
Harry leaned in and kissed him again, a bit more heatedly than before, Draco’s words putting him over the edge. A few seconds later, he gasped inside his mouth, coming inside his lover and filling him with his seed.
They held each other close, as Harry remained inside him, not wanting to lose their shared connection. They lay there in silence, eyes closed, knowing there was nothing to say at that moment.
After a few more minutes, Harry pulled himself away and rolled over on the bed, staring mournfully up at the ceiling. He already knew Draco was looking up there as well, his own sad thoughts affecting him now that it was over.
“I meant what I said before, Harry,” Draco spoke first, turning toward him. “I’ve only ever made love to you.”
Harry looked over and sadly smiled at him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. “I wish things could’ve been different,” he then whispered, backing away and tucking a strand of his blond hair behind his ear.
Draco sighed, glancing down at his tantalizing mouth. He kissed those sweet lips again, wishing the same. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”
“I’ll always love you too, Draco.”
He was staring at the train that was about to take his two children away, listening to his best friend tell his daughter that he would disinherit her if she wasn’t sorted in Gryffindor. He laughed to himself, knowing his friend was only joking…at least he hoped he was only joking.
Thankfully his marriage was doing much better than before, a lot having to do with the fact that Ginny retired from her team after a minor scare involving her falling off her broom. In fact, their second son was conceived the night she had told him she quit. They of course still had their fights. And he’d be lying if he said he still didn’t think about Draco all the time, or call him when he needed to talk, or, sadly, meet him in that Muggle hotel the first Sunday of each month. Because the truth was, he still loved him.
He suddenly caught Ron’s eyes, noticing him nod in a direction about fifty yards away. “Look who it is,” he whispered.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked over, seeing Draco standing there with his wife and son. He glanced down at the boy who looked just like Draco and smiled to himself, remembering the night Draco called him and told him he was going to be a father. He suddenly laughed to himself, knowing that was also the night Draco vowed he would never sleep with his wife again, stating that if she couldn’t handle it, then she could leave – meaning she would have to give up everything if she did. She never did.
Harry nervously swallowed as he saw Draco look over at him, realizing he had been staring at him too long. He only hoped nobody else saw. He then saw Draco curtly nod at them, before looking at his wife and son again. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he also looked away.
“So that’s little Scorpius,” Ron quietly continued. “Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains.”
Harry laughed, listening to his two best friends begin to squabble. Knowing they were all a bit occupied, he looked over at the blond once more, smiling when he saw he had looked over again as well.
Draco gave him a wink before swiftly motioning his head toward the clock. Harry looked up at the time and smiled, giving the man a covert nod. He then turned back toward the group, hearing his eldest talk about his godson snogging Victoire.
He mindlessly chatted about Teddy coming to live with them before looking down at his watch, not wanting to lose track of time. “It’s nearly eleven, you’d better get on board,” he said.
As soon as the train was gone, he turned toward everyone, giving them a sad smile. “Well unfortunately, I have to go into work for a bit.”
“But Harry, it’s Sunday,” Ginny complained. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
He shook his head, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “No, it can’t,” he replied, giving his daughter a kiss and waving goodbye to the rest.
He glanced down at his watch and smiled, hurrying toward his destination point. Not seeing where he was going, he suddenly hit someone, causing them both to stumble to the ground. “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he began apologizing before stopping and smiling, realizing who he was laying on top of.
Draco smirked, feeling Harry’s cock suddenly harden against his leg. “I’m glad it’s Sunday, too,” he softly whispered, quickly pulling out his Portkey and wrapping his arms around him.
Harry smiled and reached out, touching Draco’s mobile. In the next second, the Portkey activated, pulling both of them away.
Ooo, baby, I need you now