Chapter 15
Harry woke up feeling warm and rested. His pillow was moving up and down slightly so Harry opened his eyes. He realized he was in Blaise’s bedroom. He also realized there was light coming through the windows.
“Good morning,” came a rough voice above his head. Harry shifted and looked up, pushing down how Blaise’s morning voice made him feel.
“Morning,” he said. Blaise smiled at him and placed his hand on Harry’s hair.
“No nightmares huh?” he checked. Harry blinked. There had been no nightmares. He couldn’t remember the last time that that had happened.
“No nightmares,” he repeated, shocked, “That’s… good.”
“It is good,” Blaise said and kissed his forehead. Harry blushed.
“You’re adorable,” Blaise murmured. Harry ducked his head into Blaise’s collarbone, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“Don’t hide,” Blaise tilted Harry’s face up gently to study him. The pair looked at each other for a few long moments. Slowly, Blaise leaned in to give him a real kiss. Harry pushed himself up slightly so that he could take Blaise’s head in his hands and deepen the kiss. Blaise rested his hands on Harry’s waist and pulled him up so that Harry was laying directly on top of him.
Harry could feel Blaise’s interest on his thigh, and he felt his own rapidly growing. The pair hadn’t progressed past making out, but Harry was feeling bold today. He gave a gentle roll of his hips. Blaise moaned into his mouth. Harry broke away and kissed down Blaise’s neck, sucking gently. He felt Blaise’s hands squeeze his waist tighter.
Blaise growled when Harry sucked hard down by the collar of his t-shirt. Suddenly, Harry found himself on his back with Blaise hovering above him. Blaise took his mouth again, and Harry felt his head spin with the intensity of their kiss.
Blaise broke away with a deep breath after a second.
“Baby,” he said breathlessly, “You’ve gotta tell me what you’re okay with. I don’t want to push you too far.”
Harry blinked a few times, words struggling to form in his mind. He got an idea, and he felt himself blush from his ears to his toes.
“Oh what are you thinking that you look like that?” Blaise murmured teasingly in his ear. He nipped at Harry’s ear and Harry shivered, “Love, you’re leaving me in suspense here.”
Harry placed his hands on Blaise’s chest and gently pushed him back over so that Harry was on top again. Blaise looked at him hungrily.
“May I?” Harry asked, surprised by how wrecked his voice sounded. He reached slowly down to Blaise’s length. Blaise nodded slowly.
Harry slid backwards over Blaise to be more in line with his groin.
He cleared his throat, “I’ve never- never done this before, so you need to tell me if I’m doing it right.”
He checked for permission before sliding off Blaise’s shorts and boxers.
“Harry, you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” Blaise said. Harry shook his head.
“I want to,” he said, eyeing Blaise’s member. It was big, Harry licked his lips. He lowered his mouth to the tip, and Blaise groaned.
Slowly, Harry engulfed more with his mouth until he was about halfway down. Blaise very tentatively rested his hand in Harry’s hair. Harry hallowed his cheeks and Blaise moaned. He took the base with his free hand and started to find a slow rhythm up and down.
“Merlin, you feel so-” Blaise cut out when Harry decided to flick his tongue in tandem with his movements. Harry found that he didn’t mind Blaise’s taste. The sounds that he was getting out of the other man made him feel euphoric.
Harry sped up his movements gradually, and soon Blaise was clenching the bedsheets with one hand, and holding Harry’s head more firmly with the other. Harry could tell that he was restraining himself from being too forceful and he appreciated it.
“Harry, I’m close, you should pull off,” Blaise warned. Harry shook his head slightly and sucked harder. Blaise came with a loud moan of Harry’s name. Harry swallowed dutifully and slowly pulled off.
He looked up at Blaise as he wiped his mouth.
“You’re so, you’re beautiful baby,” Blaise murmured and tugged Harry up into his arms.
“Was that okay?” Harry asked quietly.
Blaise laughed, “That was incredible, thank you.” He took Harry into a deep kiss. He lodged his thigh between Harry’s legs and suddenly Harry remembered his own arousal.
“May I repay the favor?” Blaise asked in a low voice that made Harry shiver. Harry tensed. He didn’t know why but he was more nervous about Blaise touching him than he had been to touch Blaise. It felt more vulnerable. “I don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, I just want to make sure you feel good too.”
Harry thought for a moment, “Maybe, maybe just your h-hand.” He blushed again. Blaise grinned.
“I can do that,” he swept Harry up in a kiss again. He ran his hands gently over Harry’s torso and back as they traveled lower and lower. He pushed his thigh up against Harry’s erection again and Harry gasped into his mouth.
“I haven’t, I haven’t done this, with anyone e-else,” Harry said.
Harry was embarrassed to admit that since he had been captured and tortured, he had never actually gotten off with another person. He had barely even gotten off with himself, because he had always been so overwhelmed by the memories that it normally ruined the whole thing.
Here with Blaise though, he wasn’t thinking about that. He could barely think at all with Blaise over him, and it was wonderful.
“That’s okay love, I’ll go slow, and I’ll take care of you,” Blaise murmured, “Let me know if it’s too much or if you want to stop.”
Soon, Blaise reached very slowly down under Harry’s waist band after checking again to make sure it was okay. He pushed down Harry’s shorts and boxers just a bit for easier access.
When his hand closed around Harry, Harry gasped and arched up against him. He reached up and pulled Blaise’s face into another kiss. Blaise started moving his hand slowly. Harry was almost embarrassed by how good it felt. Soon he was a moaning mess. Blaise broke away from his mouth and murmured a quick wandless lubrication spell. Harry groaned, and Blaise started sucking on his neck, and speeding up his movements.
“You sound so pretty right now baby,” Blaise said. Harry blushed as his words only made him feel warmer. He felt a heat growing in his stomach and he whimpered.
“You like it when I talk to you?” Blaise asked with a dirty smile. Harry nodded and then gave a choked moan as Blaise squeezed again. He was rapidly approaching an orgasm so he tensed up.
“Relax love,” Blaise whispered in his ear, “You’ll never get off if you’re that tense, I’ve got you.”
Harry did as he was told as Blaise kept working him, “Good boy.”
Harry gave a strangled moan and thrust his hips up uncontrollably, and Blaise chuckled in his ear.
“I’m close,” he panted. Blaise pressed his forehead to his, and sped up his movements.
“You're close? Come on baby, come for me,” he urged, “You can do it, you’re so perfect.”
“I- oh merlin, I c-can’t-” Harry stuttered as he neared the edge.
“Yes you can, you’re so gorgeous like this, you’re so good, come for me love,” Blaise commanded. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the orgasm overtake him. He arched up, and he felt Blaise wrap an arm around him and hold him tightly. He moaned out Blaise’s name as he came. The pleasure overwhelmed his senses for a couple of seconds as he felt himself pulsing into Blaise’s hand.
“Good boy, you did so well,” Blaise whispered against his ear as he came down. He slumped back down on the bed and felt dizzy as Blaise cast a cleaning spell and tucked him back into his pants. Then he gathered Harry up in his arms to cuddle him closely. “How was that?”
“Really good,” Harry whispered. He still felt warm and gooey inside. He felt tired again and pushed himself closer to Blaise. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for letting me,” Blaise said and kissed his forehead. The pair cuddled for an unknown amount of time in the afterglow before they heard a yell from the kitchen.
“I’m making breakfast,” Theo’s voice came. Harry’s stomach rumbled in response. Blaise laughed.
“Okay, time to get up,” he said. Harry sat up slowly and stretched. Blaise leaned in and gave him another kiss. Then he stood and offered a hand to help Harry out of bed.
Harry followed Blaise out to the kitchen, shoving down the dopey smile that was still lingering on his face.
"Eggs okay?" Theo called when he saw them.
"Yes," Blaise answered and sat down. Harry nodded and took a seat next to Blaise. He suppressed another smile as Blaise casually rested his arm on the back of Harry's chair so that his fingers were brushing Harry's opposite shoulder. Harry resisted the urge to lean in closer. He didn't want to be too clingy.
"I'm going to miss your cooking when you go on your trip. Both of you," Pansy pointed out as she walked in the room and poured herself some tea from the kettle. Harry looked at Blaise in confusion. Pansy continued, "I swear potions masters make the best cooks."
Blaise answered Harry, "Theo and I have a little trip planned in a week or so, we need to meet with some vendors in a bunch of different countries to negotiate deals for the shop. There's a few in Asia, the Middle East, Northern Africa, and a few in Europe. We figured we'd make it a trip. It should only be a week or two depending on how long each place takes."
"And we wanted to do it before it got too close to the wedding, but we need to get it done beforehand because it will save us a lot of money, hopefully." Theo finished explaining. Harry nodded.
"That sounds busy," he commented as Theo gave him his plate. Harry nodded his thanks.
"It will be, but it should be fun," Blaise nodded, digging into his own plate. Harry pushed down the slight dread in his stomach that he had at the thought of two weeks without seeing Blaise. They saw each other every few days, and Harry already wished they could see each other more. Blaise must have read his mind. He promised, "I'll write."
Harry nodded and dug into his own food. The breakfast passed in relative silence. The four of them made a bit of small talk as they helped clean up the dishes. Pansy had to go to work, and Theo headed down to open the shop.
"What's your schedule like this week?" Harry asked Blaise.
"I close tonight and tomorrow night, but I'm free every night after that." Blaise answered, "Date night?"
Harry grinned and nodded.
Blaise pushed him gently against the counter and took his lips again. Despite their earlier activities, Harry felt himself heating up again. He grabbed Blaise’s waist to pull him closer.
Blaise groaned and attacked his neck before stepping back, leaving Harry dazed and panting.
“I have to stop or I’ll never let you leave,” Blaise said regretfully. Harry blinked.
“Oh okay,” he said, “That’s probably smart.”
“I’ll pick you up for dinner at 6:00 in two days then?” Blaise checked, looking like he wanted to devour Harry again.
“Yeah, sounds good,” Harry said, making his way to the fireplace.
“Okay,” Blaise said.
"I'll see you later then," Harry bid him goodbye and stepped through the fireplace. He was still warm inside as he walked through his apartment.
"I see you're healthy enough to be spending the night at his place."
Harry jumped through his skin as he heard his manager's voice from his couch. He had been so distracted by Blaise that he hadn't even noticed her sitting there.
"Darla, you're lucky my wand wasn't already in my hand or you would be severely injured," Harry said to her, catching his breath.
"Oh get over it," she snapped. Harry blinked. She was not in a good mood. "We need to talk."
"Okay...?" Harry said. He sat on the couch, all previous warmth and positivity draining from him.
"You're not holding up your end of the contract Harry," Darla started.
"By not doing drugs and acting like a-"
"No. You need to make public appearances to maintain your image. Those things are not the point. The point is your image is changing. People are talking about you potentially settling down, or some ridiculous stuff like that. You know what comes after that Harry? You're not interesting anymore. People stop booking you for jobs. You lose your fame," Darla said.
"Okay, well I don't really need anymore money," Harry said dryly. Darla snorted.
"Harry, we both know this isn't about the money. What happens when people start making rumors about the Great Harry Potter again? What happens when there's a crisis and they think 'Hm, he's really settled down now, he could help'?" Darla said, "Or better yet, what happens when Dumbledore comes knocking because he needs a defense teacher?"
"Don't talk about him," Harry hissed, "All of that is going to take a long time to happen. If it ever even would. People are just going to forget about me."
"Yes they will. Everyone will forget about you. And then you'll have no one. Do you really think people will stick around once you're not famous? The only thing people will want from you is your power. People like the Minister. People like Dumbledore." Darla said, "You have to make them think that you're not a threat."
"And me not trying to kill myself with drugs every night is threatening?" Harry asked sarcastically, ignoring how her earlier bribe had stung.
"Ugh Harry, you're so difficult. You didn't used to be this sassy," Darla whined, "I'm the one who's concerned about you here Harry. You have friends, they miss you. This new boy is taking you away from all of that."
"This new boy is my boyfriend, so be nice," Harry warned.
"Yeah, okay. The point is Harry, you're young. You should be having fun, work related or not. I know how much you struggle with everything. There's no shame in doing things that help with that," Darla said. Harry sighed.
"Drugs you mean."
"Harry, if you ever go to a therapist or whatever, they'll prescribe you the same things and then it will get leaked that the Boy-Who-Lived is mad and then you'll really lose your career, " Darla said. Harry nodded in defeat.
"Okay, the thing is though, I'm not lying about my health, it really is messing with me, all of the partying and such," Harry admitted, "And Blaise is important to me so I need to have time with him."
"I understand Harry. I'll meet with a healer and ask for advice. I'll keep you anonymous and we'll see if we can figure out your health that way. As far as Blaise, he can always come along. Or, you can see him during the day. And I would be willing to give you a night or two off every once in awhile if it's really necessary," Darla sighed, "You're really putting me through it Harry."
Harry shook his head, "I know, I'm sorry, but thank you. Can I have the rest of this week? Blaise is going on a trip next week and the week after, and then I'll do whatever you want. I want to stay sober as much as I can though. I can pretend."
"Everyday for those two weeks?" Darla checked, eyes glittering. Harry sighed and nodded.
"Okay, perfect, and I'll have your meeting with the healer this week. Enjoy your time off," Darla said. She stood and exited his apartment without another word.
Harry flopped backwards to lay across the couch and gave a long groan. Two weeks. He could do it. And after that, he was going to quit. He just needed a little time to figure it out. Until then, he was going to do anything Darla asked of him so that she wouldn't put up a fight when he figured out what he wanted to do. Besides, it would keep him busy while Blaise was gone.
Luna knocked on the door of the tall house and waited. She looked up and marveled at the tilted way it was balancing. The Burrow was famed for its unique architecture, but she had never seen it in person.
The door swung open and she was greeted by a warm looking woman with ginger hair.
"Ah, you must be Miss Lovegood," she said with a smile. Luna nodded.
"Luna is fine Mrs. Weasley," she said.
"Well then you must call me Molly, come in, come in, would you like tea?" Molly ushered her inside. Luna declined tea but extended her gratitude anyway. Molly led her into the living room and gave her a seat on a poofy arm chair. The room was small, but Luna could tell that it was full of love.
"Now, what can I help you with?" Molly asked as she took a seat across Luna, smoothing her apron.
"I'm doing a story on Harry Potter, and your son mentioned that they were close, I was wondering if you would have some insight as an adult that knew him before he disappeared," Luna explained, cutting straight to the point.
"Oh my, yes, Harry, he was such a sweet boy when I knew him," Molly said sadly, "I met him in, oh, it would have been his second year I suppose. Now you see, my boys, they're mischievous, and they stole their father's flying car! Snuck him right out of that horrid house of his and flew him here! I was so angry, not at him of course, but it was so dangerous, if they had only asked, I would have agreed to go get him."
"Harry lived in a bad home?" Luna asked.
"I don't know much. He was too thin whenever I saw him, and his clothes were horrible. And when I saw his cousin, well, he didn't miss any meals, that was obvious," Molly said, "And, he never talked about them. Ronnie once told me he never even received any Christmas gifts at school from them."
"That's sad," Luna said, jotting down everything that the older woman had said, "Would you be able to describe his personality a bit more?"
"Well, yes let me remember. He was always quiet, very polite, more polite than any of my boys. He was very cheerful, very kind. Really just a sweet sweet boy. Oh, he got into mischief with my sons a few times, but I very much doubt that he was ever a true troublemaker, he always wanted to help anyone he could," Molly said nostalgically.
"What can you tell me about his disappearance?" Luna asked. Molly paused and looked at her for a long moment.
“I was never in the loop as much. All I knew was that I offered for the boy to come stay here after everything happened, but Albus told me he needed peace and quiet. Arthur and Ron saw him at the Ministry and they said that he had changed. Then he disappeared,” Molly said, “We never saw him again. I even wrote him a few letters.”
"What do you think about him now?" Luna asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t be happy if any of my sons behaved that way. He’s lacking any parental figures. He needs a mother, and that’s obvious,” Molly said, negativity present for the first time.
“Has he ever reached out?” Luna prodded. Molly shook her head. “What would you think if he reached out now?”
Molly sighed and looked out her small window, “The boy needs a hug, and then a firm swat to the rear end. I know my boys wouldn’t agree, but I would take him in, if he let me. He went through so much, and I know he’s a good boy at heart.”
“Not many people think so,” Luna commented.
“He was almost my son for a few years, I’ll always care for him,” Molly said quietly, “He’ll always have a home at the Burrow, even if he isn’t friends with Ron anymore. Besides, I owe it to his parents to make sure someone still cares for him.”
Luna nodded and continued writing out her notes.
“Anything else dear?” Molly asked when she paused her writing.
“No, I don’t think so, thank you so much for your time,” Luna said. She stood and Molly walked her to the door.
“I don’t know what you’re writing, but he was a sweet boy, be kind to him, if you can,” Molly said, “Have a good day dear.”
Luna nodded and headed out the door. She walked to the apparition point. She took one last look at the towering home and then apparated away.