I've Been Set Free
“I’m too tired today,” you say with an apologetic smile, “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, yes?”
“Yes, Harry.”
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“Just one more?” you say with big round eyes and a sweet smile, sweeter than the treacle smeared on your chin.
“Yes, Harry,” I sigh, keeping my lips from twitching and serve you the sixth slice.
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“This looks perfect on you, doesn’t it?” you say with your tongue between your teeth and a calculating frown.
I look down at the garish shirt and suppress a shudder. Then I look at your hopeful grin and the tongue between your teeth and nod eagerly.
“Yes, Harry,” I say with a smile which is a tad indulgent but you are too excited to notice.
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“Pleeaassee!!!” you pout and I eye the thing burrowed in your arms with a wary scowl. “Look into its eyes and tell me that it’s not cute.”
The ‘it’, which is a small, curled up hedgehog, tries to do a half -hearted job of looking helpless and adorable. You are doing a far better job hence I shake my head and end up saying,
“Yes, Harry, very cute.” My decision pays off when you literally jump and crush me in a hug almost killing the poor thing in your arms.
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“Shhh. It’s okay…..it’s okay, honey,” you coo and whisper into my matted hair while rubbing a soothing hand down my shaking back.
“I’m here with you, yes? It’s over, yeah?"
"Yes, Harry,” I choke out, burying my face deeper into the crook of your neck and focusing on your lulling voice.
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“Be nice, okay,” you say while I straighten your scarf before heading for the floo. I recall the bucket of glittery slime that had landed on my head last time the moment I’d entered the Burrow.
I take a deep breath and offer a confident smile, “Yes, Harry.”
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“You are coming, right? Hermione has threatened me personally,” you chuckle over the call. My eyes travel from the half-brewed potion to the scattered notes on my workstation.
“I’ve brought the wine too and you know how eager Rosie is to meet us, don’t you?”
“Yes, Harry,” I say, turning the burner off.
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“Aahh harder….. ” you moan.
“Yes, Harry,” I gasp.
“Mmm…fuck!….just like that…. No no…. YES! Darling, kiss my neck….that’s right, just there, so good. Oh Draco…..won’t you come in me, love?”
“Yes, Harry,” I groan and shake while you hold me tight.
You play with a sweaty strand on my forehead then push it away to pull out another one. I lie with my eyes closed, basking in the scent of sex, sweat and your body wash that floats in the air. Your fingers seek mine to lace them together.
“You will marry me?” you say softly, your lips brushing my chin.
My breathing stutters to a halt for a beat then my chest rises on a deep inhale taking you with it. You ask as if confirming a forgotten promise and not like you are uttering the words for the first time. It’s endearing, really, despite my heart, that had calmed down just now, beginning to hammer against my rib cage all over again.
I slowly open my eyes and my answer is already etched across the surety in your beautiful smile. It’s this bold trust that I love the most about you. I smile back, wide and bright.
“Yes, Harry.”