That weekend at Harry’s was possibly one of the best weekends he had ever spent. They did the long walk again, holding hands this time, and Draco felt like his chest wouldn’t be able to hold the size his heart swelled to every time Harry kissed his cheek.
He nearly melted when Harry kissed him properly. Which hadn’t been often. Perhaps Harry could sense Draco’s hesitation around the physical side of things.
It's not that Draco liked kissing- he remembers loving it, but that's the issue. It's somewhat of a distant memory. He hadn’t kissed anyone anywhere but the cheek for his whole time in France until Harry, and he was just so nervous he was bad at it, and he had no friends close enough to discuss it with.
It made him feel thirteen again. Young, inexperienced. Clumsy with his affections. He didn’t like it.
As much as he had loved his weekend, he was happy to be back alone in his little flat on Sunday evening. He needed time alone to gather his thoughts, and prepare. Harry was watching the kids that weekend, but he had offered to come up on thursday afternoon, saying he could explore the countryside whilst Draco finished at work, and Draco would then take Friday off sick so they could spend the whole day together, and then Harry would leave on saturday morning.
Two whole nights together. It felt like a big step. It also felt like a promise of something more.
Or at least, Draco wanted it to be. He wanted to do more. He was shit scared, of course. But the masculine part of his brain (and body) would see Harry smile and just desperately want to know what he looked like underneath all the brightly coloured corduroy.
After an hour alone to gather his (increasingly horny, which surprised Draco a little bit) thoughts, Draco decided Thursday could not come quickly enough.
His week was dull and dreary, and Delphine constantly teased him for being distracted, and wandered out loud if it had anything to do with the “vieil ami qui était revenu dans sa vie.”
Draco would blush like mad and tell her to go back to work, and she would just laugh and demand to meet him. She was a menace, and he was very grateful for her.
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Thursday finally rolled around, and Draco spent the morning getting no work done, stressing about the meal he had decided to cook for them both. He had decided to plan a little surprise, booking the afternoon off work anyway without telling Harry so he could go home and prepare what would ideally be a romantic dinner.
Draco had never done anything romantic before though, so he was going purely off what his friends described doing for their significant others. Delphine said her boyfriend liked to cook for her, and Harry had cooked for him, so it seemed like the right thing to do.
He had chosen quiche lorraine, because it was very french, except as he stood in his cramped kitchen covered in flour and on the verge of tears, he realised that maybe he shouldn't have chosen something involving fresh pastry the first time he tried to cook something that wasn’t pasta.
“tu peux le rencontrer si tu m'aides à lui faire une quiche lorraine” Draco said the minute Delphine picked up the phone. She would still be in the office, but Draco was desperate, and had recently learnt from Harry that it was okay to ask friends for help. That friends liked to help friends.
Delphine cackled down the phone, “aww tu l'aimes.” drawing out the vowel sound mockingly.
“peut-être que oui, maintenant aidez-moi s'il vous plaît” Draco begged down the phone, and Delphine must have heard the distress in his voice because she agreed and hung up, and just ten minutes later she was knocking on his door, an apron hanging over her arm.
“Alors. Faisons cuire.” she said as she walked into the kitchen, and two-odd hours later, a wonderful looking quiche Lorraine was sitting on his countertop, and he and Delphine were coated in flour.
"Veux-tu le récupérer avec moi?” Draco said, desperately dusting himself down and trying not to panic at the thought of merging the two halves of his life together.
It wasn’t working. He was panicking.
“Allons-y” Delphine said, squeezing his hand gently before ushering him out of his door.
With each step Draco’s breathing got harder and his chest got harder and oh god what if Delphine hated harry? What if Harry hated Delphine? Draco hadn’t told harry he was bringing a friend- what if Harry got angry? What if Harry hated quiche? Shit, he should have tried to make something Indian, what if-
He felt a firm grip on his arm.
“Calme-toi. Je peux rentrer chez moi si vous en avez besoin. Sans rancune.”
Draco hadn’t realised quite how good a friend Delphine was. It made him feel a bit guilty but.. He knew now, and he was making up for it by letting her be the first to meet Harry.
“Non, Je veux que tu le rencontres. Vous êtes tous les deux importants pour moi.”
Delphine beamed at Draco, and he managed a weak smile back, and his breathing got a little easier, and his head felt a little less foggy, and his excitement at seeing Harry came back in full force as they turned down the final road to the river.
Then, there he was. In his jeans with the handprints on that Draco now knew had been done by the children at Grimmauld. He was in his docs again, and a large thick cream sweater Draco hadn’t seen before. It suited his dark complexion. He looked gorgeous.
“Harry! You look… nice.” Draco finished lamely
, still unsure what words to use to convey just how lovely Harry always looked.
“This is Delphine, my work colleague. I hope you don’t mind, she uh, wanted to meet you, so”
Harry just smiled his smile that made Draco’s knees weak.
“Of course I don’t mind. It's nice to meet your friends.”
“Bonjour!” Harry said enthusiastically to Delphine. She smiled at him and greeted him the same way.
“Delphine, Voici Harry, mon petit ami.”
“Oi! Did you just call me little?” Harry asked, laughing.
“No, it's french for boyfriend.” Draco said, hesitantly, realising that they never fully labelled this and oh god what if he had crossed a boundary and Harry was going to hate him and-
Harry smiled softly, a blush spreading across his cheeks, and Draco couldn’t help it, he needed to touch him. He reached out and took Harry’s hand.
“I like that” Harry said softly, before turning to Delphine and saying very slowly,
“Bonjour. Je mapple Harry. Come-on ca va?”
His accent was atrocious, but it was french… had Harry been learning French for Draco?
“Have you been learning French for me?”
“Just a little.” Harry blushed darker, and Draco couldn't help but kiss his forehead, briefly, aware that his work colleague was watching. He was shocked at his willingness for PDA.
The three of them walked back to the town centre, Delphine leaving them at Draco’s building, giving them each two kisses on the cheek.
“Au revoir!” Harry yelled happily, receiving a thumbs up from her in response.
“She was nice.” Harry said once they were inside. He pulled his jumper off, the action making his t-shirt ride up and Draco’s mouth went dry at the stomach it revealed, covered in dark hair. It was all he could do to drag his eyes back upwards.
“Yea, she’s really lovely. And she did me a massive favour today-”
Draco nearly spoiled the surprise, but caught himself at the last minute, remembering, before exclaiming that he had a surprise and ushering Harry out to the pre-laid balcony table. He disappeared back into the kitchen before returning, the quiche lorraine held carefully in his hands.
“I uh, made this for you. I mean, Delphine had to help because i couldn’t do the pastry and i chose it because its french but i realised after i probably should have tried Indian food and I’m sorry but i only ever cook pasta but i thought you deserved better than just pasta with tomato sauce but-”
“Draco, Draco stop, I love it. Promise.”
And there were those earnest green eyes that had Draco just nodding dumbly and setting down on the table and serving Harry before himself.
They ate in silence, Harry seemingly able to tell that Draco had had an overwhelming day, and other than thoroughly complimenting the food and making Draco blush down to his chest, they just sat in peaceful quiet.
When they were done, they seamlessly transitioned to the living room, as if this wasn’t barely two weeks into their relationship, or just over a month after they reconnected. Harry sat on the sofa and Draco dithered until Harry opened his arms and Draco curled up in them, leaning against Harry’s chest, his feet tucked up on the sofa.
They sat like that, saying nothing for a while, until Draco felt harry tense just two seconds before Harry cleared his throat.
“Draco, I, uh, wanted to talk to you-”
Draco’s heart plummeted. Harry’s friends didn't like him, didn’t know they were together. Harry realised he hated Draco, that he never wanted to see him again-
“About sex, if thats okay.” Harry finished awkwardly. Draco let out the breath he had been holding.
“What about it?” Draco said hesitantly. He had no idea where Harry was going with this.
“Is it something you’re interested in?” Harry asked, one hand starting to run through Draco’s hair, and Draco could have purred.
“Mmm” he half-moaned, and Harry chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then. Is it something you’re interested in now, or not yet?”
Draco wasn’t actually sure about the answer to that question.
“I don’t know, I mean-” he blushed fiercely, but he had decided a while ago that he would give Harry honesty, so he powered ahead.
“I think about it. Sex, with you.” he clarified, though he wasn’t sure why.
“But, I haven’t done anything with anyone since Hogwarts, so I don’t really know what I want, or what I like.”
“Was it with boys or girls at Hogwarts, or both?” Harry asked nervously.
“Boys.” Draco said, turning his head, trying to understand where the question had come from.
“Ah.” harry said before, “do you know what it means to be transgender, Draco?”
Ah. harry’s lack of comfort was starting to make sense now.
“I do. Are you-”
Harry nodded before he could finish his question.
Ah. Draco lay his head back against Harry’s shoulder. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say, so he said nothing.
“Are you upset I didn’t say anything before?”
Harry’s voice was tight, wary.
“No?” Draco said. Of course he wasn’t upset. Harry could never upset him.
He thought it was too early to say that last bit out loud, so he kept it in.
“Oh. you just didn't say anything.” Harry’s voice still sounded wrong.
“Oh, oh, Harry I’m sorry no that doesn’t mean-” Draco scrambled up until he was kneeling on the sofa. He took Harry’s head in his hands and turned it towards him.
“I don’t mind that you didn’t tell me, okay? I’m not upset, I’m just… out of my depth, I guess. I was already worried about lack of experience with something I had actually experienced before. You’ll have to help me. I don’t want it to be bad for you.”
“You could never be bad, Draco, but yes, I’ll help you.” Harry smirked, and Draco noted a shift in the tone of conversation. He felt himself go hot.
“Do you have any questions for me?” Harry asked, pulling Draco back down to him.
“Is it something you want now, or not yet?” Draco asked, deciding to establish it before he got too excited.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” Harry said, grinning at Draco, who choked. Was he ready? It felt a bit heady to be in charge. It wasn’t something he was used to, or liked, necessarily. All his fantasies involved him underneath Harry, at his mercy, almost. Giving up the reins that he so tightly controlled in every other aspect of his life.
“Shall we go to bed?” Draco breathed, and Harry’s grin turned feral.
His actions remained soft and gentle though, as they stood and made their way to the bathroom, brushing their teeth side by side. The domesticity of it felt so right.
Then they made their way to the bedroom, turning off lights as they went. This time, Harry changed in front of Draco. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a torso so covered in scars Draco wouldn’t have noticed the curved ones under his pecs had he not known to look.
Harry then shucked off his jeans, revealing tight black boxers that clung to heavenly muscular thighs that were covered in dark hair.
Draco felt decidedly inferior as he revealed his waifish torso, markedly unscarred, thanks to Snape.
Not that Draco wanted to think of him right now.
He took off his work trousers to reveal sky-blue underwear. Harry made a small sound at the sight of them.
“Come here.” Harry breathed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Draco stood between his legs and Harry immediately started laying soft tickly kisses across the slight soft pudge of his pale stomach. Draco sighed and felt his cock harden slightly.
“You’re stunning.” Harry breathed, looking up at him with eyes that sparked with mischief whilst he went back to kissing across Draco’s stomach, this time adding little bites.
Draco’s dick hardened a lot more.
It felt a bit wrong, though. He wanted to be the one lower, with Harry towering over him. He made a noise at the image in his head, and Harry looked up again.
“Everything okay?” he asked, brow furrowing. Draco didn’t know what to say though, he didn’t know how to ask for this. He didn’t know the terminology.
But for Harry, he would try. He straddled Harry’s hips, sitting in his lap. Suddenly embarrassed at his boldness, he buried his head in Harry’s neck.
“What’s wrong angel?” Harry asked, sliding his hands across Draco’s back.
The words alone made Draco’s cock start to weep.
“I don’t know how to say it. I don’t want to be the one above, if that makes sense?”
Harry’s arms around him tightened.
“Do you want me to take control, angel?” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, hands going down to knead at Draco’s ass. Draco whimpered involuntarily.
“Oh you do.” Harry breathed, voice full of wonder, before he was tipping back, bringing Draco with him so they lay horizontal on the bed, Harry’s feet still on the floor.
“Kiss me, baby.” Harry ordered quietly, and Draco couldn’t comply fast enough. They kissed for long minutes, Draco’s arms locked around the back of Harry’s neck, Harry’s hands roving around Draco’s bare skin.
Then Harry was pulling back and manoeuvring them into bed properly, Draco on his back and Harry on top, and then they were kissing again. Harry’s tongue was warm in his mouth and Draco was making noises he hadn’t known he was capable of.
Then Harry rolled his hips down and oh.
Oh.
Pleasure shot from Draco’s dick outward, coiling in his stomach and making him gasp. Harry did it again, breaking away from Draco’s mouth to grin down at him, before sitting up properly. Harry gently took both of Draco’s wrists and leant down a bit to press them to the bed, before he started to roll his hips more forcefully.
Draco had never known sex could be this good, and it barely even counted as ‘proper’ sex; they weren’t even naked.
Harry kept moving and Draco felt something damp through his boxers and realised it must be Harry, and the realisation made him groan, his eyes slipping shut.
“You like that, baby?” Harry asked breathily, bending down to suck at Draco’s neck, one hand leaving his wrist to play with his nipple, Harry’s thumb rubbing softly against it.
Suddenly, the sensations were all too much and Draco was coming with a gasp, pleasure like molten lava running through him, leaving him breathless and sated on the bed.
Distantly, he was aware of Harry climbing off him and sliding into the bed next to him. Draco rolled on top of him immediately, sliding his arms under the small of Harry’s back and gripping on for dear life.
“Are you okay, angel?” Harry asked, one his hands coming up to play with Draco’s hair. Draco nodded into Harry’s neck, temporarily rendered mute. Harry laughed and squeezed him tight.
When the buzz of his orgasm had fully faded, Draco pulled back.
“How can I- what do I do to you?” he asked, eyes stuck on Harry’s face because he knew if he looked at Harry’s body he would get hard again and it felt unfair to Draco that he get so much attention.
“Give me your hand?” Harry asked, taking Draco's palm, sliding it down his body and placing it palm up against his crotch so Draco was cupping Harry through his pants.
“Just keep it there and kiss me.” Harry said, and Draco helplessly did as he was told. As they kissed, Harry started to roll his hips against the heel of Draco’s hand, one of his hands coming down to grip Draco’s wrist and keep it there, before he began to ride Draco’s hand.
It was perhaps the most erotic thing Draco had ever, ever seen. He groaned into the kiss as he felt Harry rock faster, grind down with more force. After some time- Draco lost all sense of time when Harry’s tongue was in his mouth- Harry’s hips slowed down and he gasped into Draco’s mouth, his thighs trembling against Draco’s hand, hips still slowly rocking.
“Are you sure that’s all you need? I barely did anything.” Draco said. He felt…not disappointed, but inadequate. Like Harry hadn’t asked for more because he thought Draco would be incapable of giving it.
“That's all I need tonight, baby, I promise. We have so much time together, we can’t do everything at once.”
Oh.
Oh.
Draco was hard again just at the thought.
Harry had kept it simple because it was the beginning, not because he didn’t have faith in Draco’s abilities. Harry was pacing them for more things to come. Harry, who called him baby, and angel, wanted to do more with him.
Draco couldn’t help the twitch of his hips against Harry.
“Hard again, baby?” Harry said, smiling as he reached hand into Draco’s sticky underwear and gripped his dick firmly, starting slowly but speeding up until Draco saw stars and he was coming all over Harry’s hand.
“Right, let's get you cleaned up, and then sleep. Okay, baby?” Harry asked, bringing his sticky hand back up and climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom, looking back to make sure Draco was following.
Soon, they were back in bed, both in a fresh pair of pants, limbs tangled together and Draco’s head on Harry’s chest.
He had never been happier, but he had a feeling that with Harry, the happiness would never stop expanding.