Harry is reading on the couch of our apartment I am finishing some paperwork for a potion sale. Harry crosses to me from across the room and sits down next to me "Dray."
"Mm love?" his hand comes to my hand and pushes the pen away. "I'm going to go upstairs" There is a sparkle in his eye I recognize but I'm not gonna let on so easily "Ah heading to bed?" "One could say" he looks at me meaningfully I pick up my pen and resume my writing "Well goodnight then!" He is clearly frustrated by this but I will be steadfast he must use his words. he leans over and whispers "Fuck me Draco." Before getting up from the table and walking upstairs.
I wait roughly 3 minutes before I get him closing my book for the night and walk upstairs. he knows I heard him and when I arrive he's laying on the bed with a bundle of rope right next to him. Watching my eyes land on the rope he quips "Hope you don’t mind thought it might be fun tonight" my cool response comes in a much sharper tone than I expected "You don't know what you're in for sweetheart"
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I put my hand on his face softly. palm on his cheek, thumb running over his bottom lip softly. Sitting on top of his hips while he lays under me, quick breaths and saucer plate eyes are a dead giveaway of what he wants. his eyes flick down to my hips, and back up to my eyes, my hand is still on his face, and he seems to melt into my touch as if it's the last he'll ever feel I run my thumb down his face to his chin and then lower where I trace his jawline before removing my hand and replacing it with my mouth starting on his jaw, moving downward as his breath picks up. his neck, shoulders, and then down his chest, all while keeping perfect composure other than a little bit of harmless grinding. I can't say the same for him, whining under me and almost begging to be touched with those beautiful eyes blown out and full of lust.
I softly place my hands on his hips and run one finger under the waist line of his pants and watch him react. looking for all the world like he's shocked by the feeling at first before it quickly transitions to pure lust. shoving his hips up towards mine, which are still on top of him. he whimpers as he meets resistance and gets friction back I smile softly at him and say "darling what's wrong" he has a far off look in his eyes "please" he barely whispers the half request "please what darling?" I resume running my finger under his waist band and replace my lips on his neck. he stutters through the whole thing "please touch me or let me touch myself im going to explode" I restrain myself from giggling at his obvious need "Darling if you want something I'll give It to you just be specific" he takes a deep breath under me as he considers, in this moment I take the chance to lean down and lick from the Base of his neck to his jawline in one long strip causing him to arch his back and fall back into the numerous green pillows of the bed.
"I can't think when you do that, Dray." humor plays in his voice intermixed with lust,"I know." he hums in playful annoyance. "I want you. Whatever that entails is what I want." I push his shirt up, running my fingers down his sides while I kiss down the center of his chest, certain I can feel his whole body react to the touch.
I get to his waist band and instead of running my fingers under it in the manner he's become so accustomed to I use my mouth to pull down one side and then the other side and kiss directly below his waist. not quite where he wants me to but close enough to be torture, I glance up at him with a smirk on my face his breath is caught in his throat and he looks flushed waiting for me to say something "Beg me Harry." He swallows quickly. "Please. Please, Draco." and with that before he can register my movement I lean down and take his full length down my throat barely gagging in a swift movement, he whines instantly pushing his hips further up towards me begging for more, I push his hips down with my hands firmly "Hold still precious you'll get what you want" he barely registers what I've said through the fog over taking his brain. I bob my head up and down increasingly fast, and thank my lucky stars he doesn't seem to notice the time or two he hits the back of my throat wrong, and I gag. His hand wraps itself in my hair, but he isn't pulling on it yet.
That is something I intend to change.
Replacing my mouth with my hand, I watch him whine at the loss of my mouth, which I'm sure feels much better in his haze of need and submission. I use my now free mouth to kiss his thighs softly as he involuntarily moans under the kisses I turn into sucking and light biting. by the time I'm done, he's covered in light red hickeys on the inside of his thighs. I lick one final time up to his dick and then get up, vanishing our clothing, leaving both of us only in our shirts, I place my hands on either side of his body staring him in the eyes. my bare hips on his bare hips. his eyes widen, and he whimpers as I run one hand under his chin and tilt his face to make eye contact with me. "I'm just getting started, darling. You'll get what you want. " My words instantly push him further into submission under my gaze.
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The morning mist settles on the hill outside, I can see it through the wall of windows across from our bed. After the war Harry and I fled to a muggle community in the mountains together, no one knows us here but best of all its private and looks nothing like the places we lived during the war. My mark has faded many years now but will never go away truly, a simple glamor could cover it but covering the symbol warning people of my past feels wrong to me even if I know the muggles don't see it for what it is. It is assumed my mark is a tattoo and I do nothing to encourage or discourage this belief. I have as usual awoken before Harry who is peacefully asleep in my arms, one of the few nights his ptsd doesn't get the better of him, As much as my arms help being safe up here helps much more. I wiggle out from under him and he grabs onto a pillow to cuddle in his sleep. adorable. I gently exit the room careful not to wake him, he can be jumpy in mornings, as I walk down the stairs our cat jumps from the banister and rubs herself against my leg i sigh "Hello, Minerva"
That name was Harry's idea, he found it funny I think Headmaster McGonagall would have a different feeling but he is my beloved not her. I am shaken from these thoughts by Minerva clawing my pant leg, my expensive, cotton, pant leg. She must want fed. We walk to the kitchen together and I fill her bowl which contents her for the time. walking to the fridge I pull out juice and everything I need for a proper breakfast, I cook beans and bread and a couple vegetarian sausages, Evidently during the war Granger had turned Harry into a vegetarian with her whole animal rights campaign. not that I'm complaining with magic they taste the same anyhow no point in needless slaughter I suppose. now if he tried to get me to give up my cheese that would be an issue. I plate our breakfasts and place them on a tray before apparating upstairs.
Harry's spelled school trunk sits at the end of our bed, he has some sentimental reason of course something about that trunk saving him on more than one occasion and being a symbol of still holding the naive child who walked into the Wizarding world. Personally I can put things on it and it's alright decor so I didn't object much...or listen to his excuses. I place the tray on the trunk, with apparition the juice sloshed slightly. as expected. I wandlessly place a basic statis charm over the food to keep it fresh and walk over to Harry's side of the bed, leaning over I kiss his forehead "Well goodmorning pumpkin" he stirs but doesn't open his eyes so I sit on the edge of the bed and softly touch his shoulder.
He sits bolt upright eyes flying open reaching for his wand on his bedside and suddenly there's a wand in my face, this is expected. being woken up is one of his triggers. he realizes and softens he places his wand back on his bedside table and puts his face in his hands "I'm sorry... fuck.." "Harry no, It's okay. I know what happened. i expected it" He slumps "Even ive made my partner fear me" We both know he's exaggerating too make it the most extreme it could be. "No. Not fear you, I never fear you." I choke the last bit out its true, ignoring a few times in hogwarts I have never feared him. He looks dubious and I reach my arms out open for him. He scoots in and tucks himself into my arms "Why'd ya get me up?" "Made breakfast, Fed Minerva." "Breakfast? Draco you could've got me up I would've made breakfast"
The irritation in his voice is very silly, he detests cooking in the morning. "You had a very....Hard...night." Before I finish the word night he's hitting me with a pillow and I'm cackling. "DRACO MALFOY INNAPROPRIATE" hes laughing too at this point "ITS TRUE!" He drops the pillow and I get up and grab the tray realizing at this point I forgot silverware preforming a quick accqio I hear a vase break and Minnie howl as the silverware come flying towards me. We really need a new system for this.
I hand Harry a fork and he studies it for a second "I hope that wasn't a heirloom. Your mother will roll in her grave" The malfoy family heirlooms after being throughly inspected by the aurors for dark magic where transfered to me. most live in a storage locker which from what I can tell is a muggle vault. ones I was partial to live in our house for the time being "I hope it was" I stab a sausage and notice Harry staring at my fading mark.
"Eyes off Potter, I have a husband." "Damn I wanted to buy you a drink." his eyes linger a moment longer but whatever hes thinking goes unsaid and it's better that way. The war is touchy even through trust and sometimes things are better undiscussed.