I Love You, Until Infinity Ends
Draco was upset. Harry was ignoring him, and he had no idea why. It was his birthday for Christ’s sake! They’d been together for 4 years now, Draco was turning 24 but got nothing but a grunt this morning from his boyfriend before he’d flooed without even kissing Draco goodbye. Truth be told it made him feel quite insecure, but he ignored it, hoping it would be resolved.
If it didn’t fix itself Draco didn’t know what he’d do.
To make matters worse his boss, Tawley, (who is a complete twat!) told him he’d be staying for an extra half hour after work because he had to finish a report that wasn’t due for three bloody weeks! But Draco loved his job as a social worker for magic kids, so he agreed with a curt nod.
The only person who did wish him a happy birthday was Pansy, but even she was no reassurance. “I’m sure he’s just forgotten, Draco! His work as Minister for Magical Education is hard!” Sympathy wasn’t her thing.
“How could he forget my birthday?! I’m his boyfriend! He completely ignored me this morning and, and”. He couldn’t finish his sentence, he could feel tears pricking his eyes.
His friend looked at him with concern but he just darted off towards the toilets, where he raced into a cubicle and tried to compose himself.
He tried to sort out his breathing, but the feeling of rejection from Harry was far too much to deal with and none of his friends or family were acknowledging him either and it was all so much that he couldn’t help but let out a sob.
“Malfoy?” Came a hesitant voice from the door. “It’s me, Ron. Are you alright in there?” The voice was laced with uncertainty but it seemed genuine. He begrudgingly opened the door and offered the other man a meek smile.
“I’m fine, really. Just hay fever”. The taller man just stared at him for a minute before coming to his decision- which turned out to be wrapping Draco up into quite an awkward, but comforting hug.
This went on for another minute before Ron pulled away and smiled at Draco, a smile that reached his eyes. “Don’t worry, everything's going to be fine”. Draco highly doubted it but appreciated it anyway.
His day had been completely miserable though, despite Ron’s certainty. The paper work he’d been asked to finish off was taking far longer than he’d hoped.
He really thought nothing could make it worse, and then fate decided to remind him it could always get worse because Tracy Champan spilled boiling hot coffee all over him and his desk and had the nerve to be mad at him.
“Malfoy! Look what you’ve done to my coffee!” She screeched. Trawley just shook his head and Draco found himself holding back tears for the second time that day. Without saying anything he just got up from his desk, wincing at the scolding feeling in his thigh, and left his office. He could hear people calling his name but he didn’t care.
He couldn’t cope with these feelings. They reminded him of sixth year, and he’d promised to never let himself get that bad again. He’d decided he was just going to go home, pray Harry wasn’t there and pack his bag. He’d go to Paris somewhere and just get away from the feeling of being overwhelmed, and come back when, we’ll he didn’t know when. It didn’t seem as though anyone would care if he left.
He let small tears roll down his cheeks as he walked home through the rain (dratted apparation points were flooded and he’d never get in one). He shivered as he reached their apartment and unlocked the door.
“SURPRISE!” Came shouts when he turned on the light. All of his friends were there, along with his mother, and Harry was at the front of everyone with his arms wide and a huge grin.
It was a set up, he knew they’d meant it to be good fun but it was just too much for his anxiety to take and he burst into tears, causing their smiles to falter.
“Draco baby, what’s wrong?” Harry rushed forward to him and wrapped his arms around him. Draco let himself lean into Harry’s touch, sobbing into his shoulder.
“I told you it was a bad idea, Potter!” Said a furious Pansy. “Everyone out, go to the venue and get the party started”. A second later and there were twenty or so pops of apparation and it was just the two of them.
Draco finally looked up at Harry who looked so concerned and ashamed. He hadn’t meant to react how he did but he couldn’t help but cry. “I’m so, so sorry Draco. I didn’t mean to make your day bad, I’m sorry I made you feel neglected”. Draco shook his head and stepped away from his boyfriend. “You know how bad my anxiety gets, Harry. And you still thought it was a good idea”. He said shakily. Harry tried to get close to his boyfriend but Draco kept stepping away.
“Tho wasn’t meant to happen”. The raven haired boy tried to argue. “I had everything set up! You were meant to have a normal day and come home to the suprise and then we’d go to the party and we’d dance and sing and then, then I was meant to propose and you’d say yes and we’d come home and-“
“What?”
“I was going to propose, I’m sorry”.
“You were going to propose...to me?”
Harry sighed in exasperation and brought his boyfriend into his arms again. “Yes, to you. And if you’ll let me get on with it then we can be engaged”. This couldn’t be happening. Harry wasn’t really getting down on one knee, he wasn’t really pulling out a little black box and opening it to reveal a gorgeous silver band, studded with diamonds.
“I love you, Draco. I love you until infinity ends. So will you please, please marry me?” Draco was crying again, but this time out of happiness. “Yes, yes yes!” He exclaimed as he rushed towards Harry who swept him up and spun him around. His hand shook had Harry slipped the ring on his finger.
“Now, if we leave we can still make it to the party in time before the cake runs out” his boyfriend- no, fiancé- kissed him again and again.
“I have something else you might like to eat”. Draco purred seductively. Harry raised his eyes brow and him. “I happen to be wearing the very sexy underwear a certain gryffindor bought me a few weeks ago, and-“ Another unfinished sentence. Harry attacked Draco’s mouth as he carried him into their bedroom before vanishing their clothes.
“God your arse looks delicious”. His voice was deep with desire as he surveyed his fiancés body. He was wearing nothing but a silk thong harry had bought him a few weeks ago, and it was making him harder than hell. The thong barely covered Draco’s cock and rode high on his hips, the silk slipped between his arse cheeks and covered his tight hole. “Gonna eat you out”. He said. Draco moaned in satisfaction as Harry pulled off the underwear with his teeth, trailing it down Draco’s legs.
Draco turned over into his back and watched at Harry lifted his backside on to a pillow. “You’re so tight and gorgeous beautiful, even though you’re old now”. Harry chuckled. Draco pretended to be offended and and slapped the back of Harry’s head. “Less talking, more-“
Harry’s tongue dived into Draco’s hole. The rippled skin flexed around his tongue, quivering as he pushed forwards against the resistance. Draco’s moans were downright filthy but his hand in Harry’s curls encouraged him further. “Gods, Harry, please!” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for.
Harry loved eating Draco. He sucked the muscle up and moved his tongue around inside until it loosened up, becoming slick. Draco tasted like butterscotch and Harry couldn’t get enough of it. He nipped his teeth on the side of the hole which caused Draco to let out a shout, and then started sucking over the muscle instead. It was now a sloppy, flexing mess that had Draco in shakes. “Please Harry, fuck me!” Being a people pleaser, who was Harry to refuse?
Draco’s arms wrapped around Harry’s neck as the head of his cock breached Draco’s hole, causing them both to pant. He tried to urge Harry to speed up but the brute was instant on drawing it out. “Draco,” He panted, voice rasping, “You’re so fucking tight and I’m so fucking in love with you”. He cried out as Harry slammed right into his prostate and set a rough, hard pace that made Draco cling to his back, leaving deep scratch marks.
“I’m going to come, Harry, please let me come!” Draco screamed as Harry hit his prostate at a new angle. “Go ahead, Happy Birthday!” And with that, Draco came, happy and secure.