Chapter 10
One year later.
Harry was in his study, about to wrap up the report on his most recent case when he knocked over the inkbottle, startled by a silvery shape.
“I think it’s time you come to bed” it said in Draco’s voice.
“Bloody hell” he let out, staring at it.
It was so large it took up the entire room and that was with the tail stretching out in the hallway and down the stairs. It appeared almost solid and although it evaporated the next second, it was still the most impressive patronus he’d ever seen.
He scourgified his desk and tried to save his report the best he could before he went down the flight of stairs on shaky legs and entered the bedroom where Draco was perched against a pillow, not looking the least troubled by his efforts.
“A bloody dragon” Harry said.
“A Ukrainian ironbelly I think.”
“Of course” Harry sighed and climbed into bed, kissing Draco for a good two minutes. “You didn’t tell me you could do that” he said softly.
“I wanted to surprise you” Draco smiled innocently. “By the look of your shirt, I managed quite well.”
“You sure did” Harry agreed, pulling the ink-stained garment over his head. “When did this happen?”
“A couple of days ago, things more of less fell into place during our last session and I’ve been practicing ever since.”
“Yeah, that was a good one” Harry agreed. Draco had definitely made some progress and managed a thick silvery fog, yet it had been far from a corporeal patronus.
“And you riding my lap afterwards helped add to my happy memories” Draco grinned.
Harry let out a laugh. “That’s the memory you chose?”
“No, but it got me in a good mood nevertheless.”
Harry leaned forward to suck his earlobe. “What was it then?”
“I’m not telling you that” Draco said aghast.
“Oh come on” Harry pouted his lips, dying with curiosity.
“Something incredibly cheesy and embarrassing.”
“That’s what I was counting on.”
“Might tell you another time” Draco grinned and put his book aside.
“Fine” Harry muttered, deciding to let Draco keep his secrets and climbed under the cover. “You’re naked” he observed.
“Yes” Draco agreed. “Unfortunately, you’re not.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“I’ve never done that spell nude” Harry pondered, folding his arm over Draco’s chest, taking his time to admire him. “I’m so impressed by you” he added. “That’s one of the most advanced spells there is.”
“That you learned at thirteen” Draco huffed.
“Only because I had to. Most people don’t attempt it until their NEWTs and you managed to cast and do a talking one in a week, that part took me ages to get right.”
“Well, I’ve always been rather impressive” Draco drawled. “Now, Potter, don’t you think I deserve an award for my troubles?”
“Definitely.” Harry wriggled out of his trousers and boxers in one go and draped himself over Draco. “So how do you want this to go then?”
“Well” Draco mumbled somewhat shyly beneath him, drawing his hands through Harry’s hair. “Since this is a night for firsts…”
“Really?” His breath got stuck in his throat as the meaning of the words sunk in and he was hard in an instant.
“Now that’s impressive” Draco chuckled, pushing up against him. “Just like magic.”
“Shut up” Harry snorted into his neck.
The kisses soon turned heated, hips thrusting, everything happening quickly and great as that was, he had to break away and take in the sight beneath him, Draco sprawled on the sheets, looking flustered, disheveled and yearning at once. It wasn’t unusual per se. They’d had each other just about every way there was, except for this. Not that he hadn’t wanted to, but he had sensed not to rush it and that it had something to do with vulnerability, control and trust.
He trailed his fingers through Draco’s hair, along his cheekbone and over the torso covered in faint scars and thought back on everything that had happened between them since the first time he touched the skin of that chest in the astronomy tower.
He’d fallen faster and harder than he’d ever before. On their second date, he was in love. On their fourth, he was ready to propose. Draco was different. He needed time. And Harry, who would have given him just about anything, offered that and let things unfold slowly between them. Cherishing every minute of it at the same time as he was trying not to go into pieces when not being able to snog Draco senseless, push him against the wall in his office and drop to his knees in front of him or parade him down Diagon Alley with his hand in his. Harry was king of patience though and eventually, Draco let him do all those things. And here he was now, laid out underneath him, ready to give what had not yet been given.
Harry swallowed, suddenly intimidated about the whole thing because what if this was the moment when he would fuck up at last and have Draco running for the hills? What if Draco didn’t like it, what if he hurt him or didn’t last long enough or…
“You’re nervous” Draco stated, voice calm and warm. “Are you telling me I’ve finally found something that renders the mighty savior insecure?”
Harry snorted. “If you think this is the first time you’ve seen me nervous, I wonder who the imposter was that took me to your parents’ last week.”
Draco laughed into his neck. “Yeah, forgot about that one.”
“Lucky you” Harry said drily.
“Sorry about that” Draco mumbled and kissed his collarbone.
“Yeah, well…you needed to tell them sometime” Harry sighed. “At least that’s done.”
“Mm, at least you and my father didn’t end up hexing each other.”
“It wasn’t for his lack of trying” Harry said darkly, remembering the look on Lucius Malfoy’s face as Draco had explained that no, Harry was not there to arrest anyone but had come as his friend, in fact he was a bit more than that. Harry thought Lucius would have preferred being chartered to Azkaban over watching him threading fingers with his son any day.
“My mother was really quick to disarm him” Draco mused. “I guess she’s had some practice over the years. She used to try to modify his behavior but I think she’s lost her patience, now she just waves her wand whenever he’s being difficult, which, although it may surprise you to hear, is rather often and…”
“Draco” Harry said, stilling above him.
“Yes?”
“This conversation isn’t doing any wonders for my mood here.”
“Oh” Draco said, flashing him an unguarded smile. “I suppose not, please proceed seducing me and I’ll hold off any rants about my father until a more appropriate time.”
Harry snorted into his neck. Despite his words, the discussion had helped take the edge off things and he felt much more relaxed as he trailed kisses down Draco’s neck. “You’re kind of wonderful” he mumbled.
“Am I now?” Draco smiled.
“Yes” Harry said simply, cupping Draco’s balls.
“Oh” he let out, arching his back. “Well, I suppose you’re not totally awful yourself Potter.” He reached out his hand, fiddled with something in the drawer and held out a tube to Harry who unscrewed the cork and coated his fingers with the sticky liquid.
“Are you ever going to call me Harry?” he asked, circling Draco’s rim.
“I call you by that ghastly name of yours all the time” Draco mumbled, his eyelids closed, pushing against Harry’s fingers.
Harry let the tip of his index finger slide inside, extracting a low moan. “Not when we’re having sex you don’t.”
“No…yes …hm” Draco mumbled incohesively as Harry carefully moved his finger back and forth. “You like it though” he went on between gasps.
“Yeah I do” Harry admitted, there was something very alluring about a cocky Draco Malfoy ordering him about, calling him Potter. He carefully kept his hand working between Draco’s legs, adding a second finger after a while, watching Draco’s face carefully to see if he’d wince. He didn’t but smiled ruefully.
“You always call me Draco” he mumbled.
“Well, it’s your name.”
Draco snorted and brought his hand to Harry’s cock, giving it a few firm strokes. Harry lost himself in the touch for a while before it got so bloody good he had to push the hand away not to come on the spot. Draco snickered at him but moved to stroke his back instead.
“You want me to call you Malfoy?” Harry asked, biting carefully on Draco’s earlobe, briefly registering the fact that he three of his fingers were buried inside Draco to the second knuckle which was a step further than they’d gone with this before.
“No, I like when you say my name” Draco said simply.
“Good” Harry mumbled. “I like saying it, besides Malfoy reminds me too much of your dad.”
“Potter” Draco said firmly. “Do not mention my father when you’ve got your fingers up my ass.”
“Sorry” Harry mumbled, stilling in his movements, looking down at Draco who seemed rather amused underneath him.
“That’s quite alright” he said and Harry let out a laugh.
He loved sleeping with Draco, not just for the mere brilliance of the sex but he loved how playful it was, how easy it was to keep talking through it. He’d never had that before, most people he’d been with had settled with a few grunts and fucks. At most there’d been an occasional demand of faster, harder or an affirmative yes right there and he himself had been content not to strike up a conversation beyond moaning, thinking any words to come out of his mouth would kill the mood.
With Draco, it was different. The laughing and the talking only had him want it more, reminding him for every second who the snarky, witty, wonderful person lying next to him was. It made him comfortable to lose himself in pure pleasure, thrusting Draco to tell him what he wanted.
There was a gentle tug to his hair and he opened his eyes, looking into Draco’s, finding the usual grey irises had gone dark. “Will you get on with it and fuck me, Potter?” he demanded.
So Harry did. Slow, careful at first but soon Draco pulled him closer, fisting his hair, urging him to go faster, deeper. He complied as good as he could, trying hard to last but it was a lost cause and when Draco shuddered and spilled over his stomach he let go instantly, dropping his head on Draco’s shoulder while his cock was still pulsating inside him.
They stayed like that for a long time, clinging on to each other, both of them lost for words for once.
Harry had almost drifted to sleep when Draco spoke. “You drawing that heart in the cupboard.”
“Huh?” he replied with a yawn.
“That’s the memory I chose.”
“What?” Harry pried his eyes open, watching Draco go red.
“Told you it was cheesy.”
“Patronus memories always are. Can I ask why?” He carefully rolled of Draco, laying on his side, curling around the warm body next to his.
Draco turned too, facing him, burying a hand in his black curls, combing through them absently as he spoke. “It was really everything that happened that day, how the world altered. Dumbledore forgiving me, learning I hadn’t been as alone as I’d thought, and you being there with me. I’d been an asshole to you for years, we’d just witnessed some of it firsthand and you still cared.”
“You weren’t…” Harry begun to object but Draco silenced him.
“The things I did that year, learning there was a point to them, that it wasn’t all for the bad, even if my actions were.”
“Draco” Harry mumbled, throat gone dry.
“And what you said then, about that carving being something for future students to look at. It felt like a new beginning, like there could be more to me.”
Harry took his hand under the cover. The weight of memories heavy between them and there were tons of things that needed to be said.
“Can I see it again?” he asked instead.
“Might be too tired to do it properly” Draco said but reached for his wand nevertheless and closes his eyes in concentration.
Even though he knew it was coming this time Harry still startled, knocking into the headboard. Draco giggled next to him but he thought he should be well excused for his reaction considering the size of the dragon. Harry’s bedroom was roomy, an extension charm added to it after Draco had more or less moved in there, yet the silver animal was pushing against the four walls, its tail pressed to the ceiling.
“Goodnight Potter” it said sleepily in Draco’s voice.