FIC: Surrender the Grey (1/30)
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emmagrant01NOTE: This is the first draft of this story. The final version can be read HERE.
Title: Surrender the Grey
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco Malfoy returns to London after five years of self-imposed exile to start a new life with Harry. But will the secrets of the past destroy everything they've worked for?
Sequel to: Left My Heart. This will make much more sense if you have read that first, though it probably can stand on its own to an extent.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, no copyright violation intended.
Length: 150,000 words
Status: COMPLETED November 2, 2005 (Posted March 2 - November 2, 2005)
Notes:
1. Please don't archive this story yet! This is the first draft, and in the next few months, it will be revised and edited. I'll post the final version on my website and a few other select archives, but in the meantime, feel free to link to this post.
2. There aren't enough words to say THANK YOU to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jedirita, hazelhawthorne, and charlotteschaos for beta-ing this story! These are some of the hardest-working betas out there, and they deserve lots of snaps for putting up with me for eight months.
3. Even though the backstory of this fic only assumes canon up through Order of the Phoenix, I stole a few cool ideas from Half Blood Prince. Cause they were cooler than mine...
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"Hello, Draco."
Draco Malfoy stiffened at the proximity of the voice -- just as haughty and cold as he remembered. He turned around and pulled his sherpa coat more tightly around him, affecting his best smirk.
"Father. Always a pleasure."
Lucius smiled. He looked just as Draco remembered. "It's been nearly a year since we saw each other last. You've been running from me, Draco." Lucius shook his head, as if chastising a naughty child.
Draco pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lit it with a wave of his hand. He watched Lucius's face, but there was no reaction at the display of wandless magic. He took a long drag, then blew the smoke in his father's direction. "Took you long enough to catch on."
"Still bent on suicide, I see." Lucius waved the smoke away with one jeweled hand. "I've come to make you an offer. I suggest you listen very carefully."
"Nice to see you too, Father," Draco muttered. He fervently wished the cigarette was a joint. He was far too sober for this.
Lucius ignored the remark. "It has come to my attention that you're involved with Harry Potter, and that he's here in San Francisco."
Draco snorted. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"And I know when you're lying, son. I have always known."
"Why do you care who I fuck?" Draco said, raising the cigarette to his lips.
"When it's someone like Potter, I can't turn a blind eye to my son's perversion," Lucius replied.
Draco smirked at him. "Can't stand the thought of me bending over for the Boy-Who-Lived?"
Lucius's face clouded for an instant before he forced a smile. "Draco, you know how important Potter is. Everything depends on him remaining under the influence of the smothering spell. He's been here far too long."
"He's leaving soon," Draco replied. "It's not a problem. He'll be right back at the Ministry come Monday, working under the watchful eyes of your stooges."
Lucius's smirk was a study in control. "I'm here to make you an offer, Draco. Despite our arrangement, you've rejected my attempts to rebuild our relationship--"
"That's because you insisted on calling me a perverted, cock-sucking, shit-packing shirt-lifter in front of my mother."
"--but I'm willing to make one more effort," Lucius continued, voice taut. "We can't risk Potter escaping the confines of our influence again. The world is not yet ready to learn of the Dark Lord's plans."
"And why should I help you? You won't even tell me what those plans are." Draco dropped the cigarette butt to the pavement and put it out with his shoe.
Lucius took a step forward and stroked a black-gloved finger down Draco's cheek. "All in good time, boy. There is something I want you to do."
Draco did not flinch. He met his father's silver gaze with his own. "I haven't changed my mind. I have no intention of--"
"All I ask now is for your assistance in capturing Potter," Lucius interrupted. "We know where he is. We can take him easily, but we'll need your help to control him, to convince him to cooperate."
Draco looked away and pursed his lips, thinking. Stalling, truth be told. "I can assure you he'll soon return to the UK," Draco said. "I'll take him there myself. And then..." He took a measured breath. "Then I'll reconsider your offer."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "My offer?"
"Don't make me repeat it, Father," Draco replied, struggling to keep his voice even. "I doubt your narrow mind could bear to imagine the details."
Lucius smiled. "While I appreciate your enthusiasm, that won't be necessary. The plan has changed. We no longer require your services." Draco clenched his jaw. That had been the only card he could play. "No, Draco, what we want from you is your assistance in apprehending Potter. We will take him tonight. When we have him, I'll contact you in the usual way."
Lucius leaned forward and kissed Draco's cheek. His father's lips were cold against his skin, and Draco suppressed the urge to shudder. He didn't flinch away. He remained still. Lucius's smile was cool. He regarded Draco for another moment, then turned and walked away.
Draco waited until his father was out of sight, and then leaned against the alley wall, terrified. He had a choice to make -- one he'd hoped to put off for quite a while.
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Draco sat straight up in bed, heart pounding. The rush of adrenaline through his veins wrenched him awake. He pressed his palms against his forehead.
He was in London. It was over. His father hadn't captured Harry. Everything was going to be all right.
The mattress shifted beside him, and Draco felt a warm hand brush his thigh. He turned his head. Harry's dark hair was barely visible under the duvet, sticking out in several directions. Draco exhaled, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room was cold.
"Draco...?" he heard mumbled behind him. "Y'okay?"
"Yeah," he whispered. He'd had this nightmare every night for the last week, and every time it was the same. Always the conversation with his father, repeated in detail. And every time, he couldn't change the outcome, nor shake the feeling that it wasn't over yet.
He got up and went into Harry's kitchen. The glass of water he drank didn't really help, but it was something to do, a reason to get out of bed and postpone going back to sleep. The streetlights from outside cast strange shadows through the shades, and Draco shivered. This was only the second time he'd slept at Harry's flat -- that must be the problem.
He stopped to use the toilet before sliding under the duvet again. Harry turned onto his side, facing away from Draco, and began to snore softly. Draco stared at the ceiling and half-hoped he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.
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21 February, 2004: Saturday
The scent of coffee was thick in the air when he awoke. Draco shifted under the duvet, not wanting to be awake just yet. The warmth of the duvet was comforting and the light filtering through the window was soft. This was his favorite part of the morning: the early light, before he had to get up. Today was Saturday, and it was comforting to know he could sleep as long as he wanted.
"Coffee?"
Draco opened his eyes to see Harry -- shirtless, scruffy-looking, and holding a steaming mug -- leaning over him. Draco closed his eyes again. Harry couldn't possibly expect him to get up now.
"Hmmm... need an incentive to wake up?" Harry's cold hand wormed its way under the duvet and stroked his thigh.
Draco made a whimpering noise and wriggled away.
"You're in a right mood this morning," Harry quipped. Draco heard the clink of the mug being set on the bedside table, and then Harry slid under the duvet. He'd taken off his pyjama bottoms as well; his erection pressed against Draco's thigh. "It's all right. You can go back to sleep if you want. Don't mind me." That cold hand found his hip, then slid around to grasp his flaccid penis. Draco considered protesting, but Harry's lips were tickling his neck, and his cool fingers were stroking...
"G'morning," Draco managed. He was becoming aroused despite his intentions to remain asleep. Damn Harry's fingers. "Your hand is cold," he muttered. Harry ducked under the duvet.
A second later, Draco's cock was engulfed by Harry's mouth.
"Oh, god..." Draco sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. Harry's mouth hadn't gone anywhere near Draco's dick since the night in San Francisco -- which seemed like months ago. In fact, Draco had started to wonder if it would ever happen again. "That feels nice," he whispered, pushing the duvet away so Harry could breathe.
"Good," Harry said, coming off for a moment before swallowing his cock again. It was a sloppy blow job, but the fact that it was Harry doing it more than made up for it.
"Oh... that thing with your tongue... do that some more." Draco clasped his hands behind his head and sighed. Harry began moving slowly then, taking his time, sucking Draco's cock at a leisurely pace. His tongue swirled around the head, and his hand gripped the base. "That's fantastic," Draco breathed.
Harry's movements remained slow and steady for a long time. Draco could have stayed there for hours, with his cock being gently sucked, his balls grazed by inexpert fingers, saliva dripping down his shaft. Harry's movements finally began to grow stilted -- his jaw was probably starting to hurt. Draco smiled. They'd have to work on Harry's stamina.
"Do you want to make me come?" he asked.
"Yeah," Harry grunted. He even sounded tired.
"Put your fingers…"
Harry shifted between his legs, and Draco felt a wet finger probing his entrance. It pushed into him, and Draco winced: he had to get Harry to trim his nails more closely. But for now, as long as he was careful...
"Hook your finger up and rub--" Harry'd found the spot, and Draco sucked in a breath. "Oh... like that... suck harder... god..." Harry's finger kept pressing against his prostate and he sucked harder, and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head.
His words became unintelligible as his orgasm shuddered through him. Harry stilled when Draco came, then stiffened. Draco had assumed it was fine to come in his mouth, but... maybe they should have talked about that first.
Too late now.
"God, Harry," he said, ignoring the fact that Harry was awkwardly mouthing his dick, apparently trying to decide what to do with his mouthful. Draco kept his eyes closed until it seemed Harry had managed to swallow. "That was amazing."
"Good," Harry replied, settling beside him. Draco opened his eyes. Harry's lips were wet and swollen, and his face was flushed. His stiff cock brushed against Draco's thigh.
Draco smiled. "Shall I return the favor?"
Inexplicably, Harry blushed. "You don't have to do. It's all right."
"Are you kidding?" Draco laughed and then realized Harry wasn't kidding. He cupped the back of Harry's head and pulled him down into a kiss. "I want to make you come," he whispered against his lips. "Tell me what you want."
Harry moaned into his mouth, then pressed a knee between Draco's thighs, pushing them apart. He reached out for the bedside table for his wand.
Harry had been surprised to learn there were so many spells for anal sex: lubrication spells, anti-viral spells, stretching spells, cleansing spells. The night before, Draco had pressed the tip of his wand into Harry's arse and whispered a spell that had made Harry's eyes widen almost comically.
Harry repeated it now, with the tip of his wand barely touching Draco's hole. "No, you have to stick it in," Draco whispered, spreading his legs a little wider. "Otherwise, it only--" Harry pressed the wand a good two inches in, and Draco sucked in a breath. "Careful!"
"Sorry," Harry whispered. "How far?"
"That's fine. Actually, that's kind of kinky."
Harry grinned, then whispered, "Elutus." Draco couldn't help but close his eyes at the sensation of magic filling him. He'd come to regard this spell as foreplay -- the condoms and lube of the Muggle world just weren't the same.
Harry pressed the wand in a little further, then slowly withdrew it. After a pause, he pushed it in again. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said.
Draco chuckled. "You like fucking me with your wand, do you?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. His eyes were fixed between Draco's legs.
"Why?"
"I dunno. I like filling you, I guess."
"I'd like to fill you too," Draco said, raising an eyebrow. Harry turned an endearing shade of pink and looked away.
"I know."
"It doesn't have to hurt, you know."
"You keep telling me that." The wand was removed from his arse. Harry pointed it at his own cock. "Madefio." He looked back at Draco then, eyes wide and dark. "Is this okay?"
Draco let the subject drop, smiling instead. "How do you want me?"
Harry returned the smile, to Draco's relief. "How about on your hands and knees?"
"Or how about this?" Draco replied, rolling onto his stomach. "It's a lot tighter this way."
He felt Harry straddle him, and the wet tip of his cock pressed between Draco's cheeks. Draco forced himself to relax. Harry pushed forward, breaching his body in a smooth movement. Harry was big enough that it hurt for a moment, but it felt good, too -- stretched tight, filled, with pressure in interesting places.
"God, this is tight," Harry panted. "You're so warm, so much warmer than--" He broke off then and started to move.
Draco was glad he didn't complete the sentence. He focused instead on the feeling of Harry moving in and out of his body, on the smooth glide of cock inside him, on the sound of Harry's breathing above him.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Mmmmm, yeah," Draco sighed. "You feel great." He wouldn't come again, and he hoped Harry didn't expect it.
Luckily, Harry seemed to be close enough to coming that it wasn't a concern. Draco concentrated on tightening his arse in time with Harry's rhythm. Harry finally gasped, then collapsed onto his back, stilling.
Draco wanted to stay like this for a while: Harry's dick filling him, his weight pressing him into the mattress, the sunlight playing on the sheets. Harry wriggled a bit and pulled out, then pushed off the bed and stood. Draco sighed. His arse felt uncomfortably loose and wet now, and he was alone on top of that. If he'd learned anything this week, it was that Harry wasn't a post-coital cuddler.
He kept his eyes closed, hoping Harry would come back if he stayed still. He heard the bathroom door open, then the water running. He opened his eyes, trying not to take it personally that the first thing Harry wanted to do was wash away all traces of sex.
He was cold, too: the duvet had been pushed to the floor. He sat up to look for it, scratching his stomach.
"Good, you're up," Harry said from the doorway of the bathroom. "You can shower first, if you like."
Draco felt his lips forming a pout. "I'm not getting up."
"It's half nine."
"So?"
"So we're supposed to be at Hermione's at ten."
Draco closed his eyes and flopped back onto the mattress. Brunch. He'd forgotten. "Do we have to go?"
There was a pause. "She's expecting us."
"She's expecting you. I wasn't invited."
"Of course you're invited," Harry replied.
"The fact that I was standing there when she invited you does not imply she invited me as well."
"She said you two," Harry retorted. His voice had an edge to it. Draco opened his eyes to see Harry leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest. "Why would she invite me and not you, in front of you, no less?"
"Because she hates me," Draco mumbled. He was losing this argument, and he would resort to childishness if necessary.
Harry sighed. "She doesn't hate you. She just... hasn't had a chance to get to know you."
"I should go home," Draco said. "Manny's probably worried."
"I think Manny can figure out where you are," Harry replied. "He knew we were going out last night. You told him at lunch, and you said not to wait up." A smile was teasing Harry's lips.
Draco looked at the ceiling. He wasn't going to win this one. Maybe he could turn the situation to his advantage, somehow. "What will you give me if I go?"
Harry made a snorting sound. "My undying gratitude."
Draco rolled onto his side and smiled at Harry in a way he hoped was endearing. "I don't want to go have brunch with Granger and her Weasley offspring, but I'll do it... for a price." He grinned suggestively.
Harry smirked. Draco was growing fond of the expression. "It's always about sex, with you."
Draco affected an innocent smile. "Did I say anything about sex?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but it was for show. He was trying not to smile. "I was planning to fuck you again tonight anyway. What more do you want?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something."
Harry sighed. "All right, fine. Just get into the shower, will you?"
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They stepped out of the fireplace at Granger's house at ten past ten. Draco dusted himself off, trying not to scowl. He'd just scourgified his clothes, as he was wearing them for the second day, and thanks to Granger's ignorance of chimney sweeping spells, he now needed to do it again.
Harry seemed unaffected by the thin layer of ash covering him. "Hermione?" he called.
Draco looked around then, realizing the house appeared to be empty. He smiled hopefully at Harry. "Maybe she forgot. We can still go to that lovely little café on--"
A thumping sound from above caused them both to look up at the ceiling. A minute later, Granger -- Granger-Weasley, as Harry kept reminding him, always followed by, just call her Hermione, okay? -- descended the stairs, a worn robe wrapped around her and an expression approaching horror on her face.
"Hiya," she said, biting her lip. "I... overslept, sorry. I'll put coffee on."
"Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Yes, yes," she replied, not looking at them as she crossed to the kitchen. "I was going to set the alarm, but I forgot, and--" She dropped the glass coffee carafe to the floor, where it shattered. "Fuck!" she hissed, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"It's all right, Hermione," Harry said, stepping forward and touching her arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," she replied, and looked up, blushing. "I just... sorry. Where's my wand?"
"It's all right," Harry repeated, pulling his from his jacket. He pointed it at the pile of shattered glass on the floor. "Reparo. Where are the children?"
Hermione retrieved the repaired carafe from the floor and took a deep breath. "Molly has them for the weekend." She spooned ground coffee into the Muggle coffee machine's basket and filled the carafe with water. "She does that every now and then, to give me some time to myself."
An awkward silence stretched between them as Hermione finished setting up the coffee machine and switched it on. She turned then, and seemed to notice Draco for the first time. "Good morning," she said, expressionless.
Draco forced himself to smile. "So far," he replied. "We don't want to be any trouble. We could just go--"
"Nonsense," she snapped. A determined expression settled on her face. "Breakfast will just be a bit late, that's all." She gestured to the sofa. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I'm just going to go get dressed." With that, she disapparated.
"Looks like we caught her at a bad time," Draco mused. "And you were worried about being late."
Harry frowned. "She usually has everything ready before I get here. Something must be wrong."
Draco sat on the sofa. "You heard her: no kids this weekend. She probably doesn't get to sleep in very often." I know the feeling, he thought.
Harry sat next to him, leaning into his shoulder. "I suppose. But I told you she was expecting you this morning." He nudged Draco with his elbow.
"Or she hid the shock well."
"She's even making coffee for you. I didn't even know she had a machine. Isn't it sweet?"
Draco scowled. "This doesn't change our agreement, you know."
Harry grinned at him. "We'll see. You still have to behave yourself."
Draco pretended to be dismayed. "That was not part of the deal."
"Really?" Harry's smile was brilliant, and Draco felt a little twinge in his stomach. Harry stared at him, almost invitingly, and Draco leaned forward to kiss him.
"Ooops! Don't mind me," they heard. Hermione had reappeared, wearing jeans and a worn FCUK t-shirt, bushy hair pulled back at the nape of her neck.
Harry pulled away from Draco. "Can we help?" he asked, popping up from the sofa.
"No, no," Hermione replied. "I'll just get everything started and we can have some coffee." She pointed her wand in the direction of the refrigerator, and then several cupboards, muttering spells. Objects began flying around the kitchen above her head at dangerous speeds: eggs broke themselves into a pan and started frying; two bread slices sailed into the toaster while a line of slices formed in the air above, patiently waiting their turn; a can of baked beans opened itself and dumped its contents into a waiting pot; dishes and silverware settled themselves neatly on the table. Hermione waved her wand at the coffee maker and the carafe obediently poured coffee into three mugs that had appeared beside it. She carried the mugs to the sofa, a pitcher of cream and the sugar bowl trailing behind her. She handed each of them a mug of coffee.
"There we are," she announced, and settled into a chair.
"Wow," Draco said. He'd never seen someone coordinate so many cooking spells in his life. "That was impressive."
Hermione seemed not to know what to make of his compliment. "It's nothing," she said, shrugging. "You should see me change nappies. Did you two have fun last night?"
Harry blushed and suddenly became very interested in adding milk and sugar to his coffee.
"Yes," Draco replied, turning to face Hermione. "We had a fabulous dinner. Best curry I've had in ages."
Hermione smiled. "Harry knows all the good Indian restaurants." She glanced at Harry, but looked away when she realized he hadn't quite recovered from his embarrassment.
Draco fished around for a new topic of conversation, but his mind was oddly blank.
"Adjusted to the time change?" Hermione asked, raising her cup to her lips.
"Getting there," Draco replied.
He'd been surprised to see Hermione at Heathrow on Sunday evening. She'd looked the same as he'd remembered, with her bushy hair and petite frame, wearing a hand-knitted jumper that would have made any Weasley wax nostalgic.
She'd gaped at him and stuttered, "M-Malfoy?"
"In the flesh," he'd replied, with as much as smirk as he could muster. Of course, he'd been frightened out of his wits. He hadn't known if he'd be stunned on sight, even though Manny had sworn he wouldn't let that happen. Fortunately, Hermione had quickly regained her composure.
"Does Harry know?" she'd whispered, just before they'd flooed to the hotel.
"No," Draco had replied. "Don't tell him just yet."
Harry blew out a nervous breath beside him, breaking the silence. "So, Hermione... what did you do last night?"
"Good morning," they heard, and turned to see Manny descending the stairs.
Draco grinned into his coffee. "That answers that question."
Manny shot him a bemused look as he crossed to stand beside a red-faced Hermione. "What question?"
"Coffee?" Hermione asked, standing and bumping Manny in the process.
"Sure, thanks," Manny replied, and settled next to Draco on the sofa.
Manny was also wearing the same clothes he'd had on at the office yesterday, and looked quite rumpled. Draco resisted the urge to tease him, and only grinned. Manny grinned back, raising his eyebrows. It was an expression Draco knew meant What a night!
"That good, eh?" Draco asked.
Harry gave him a look.
Hermione reappeared with another cup of coffee and looked a bit more composed. She handed Manny the mug and settled into her chair again.
"One of us should probably stop by the flat sometime today to water the plants," Draco quipped.
Manny smiled. "Oh, I doubt they'll wilt after only a day."
"I dunno. A few of them are rather temperamental," Draco replied. "They get lonely."
Manny laughed in response, but Draco was painfully aware that he and Manny were the only ones who seemed to find humor in the situation. Harry was staring awkwardly into his coffee again, and Hermione was studying her nails.
Draco sighed, as dramatically as he could manage. "All right, I'll say it, since no one else wants to." Everyone looked at him, and he nodded his head toward Harry. "He fucked me last night, and again this morning, actually." He turned to Harry, who was gaping. "And Manny fucked her last night, and likely did other things to her that we won't discuss. They were probably going at it when we got here." Hermione made a small noise and flushed even more. Draco turned to Manny, who was biting his lip in an effort not to laugh. "We used to fuck each other regularly. And whatever the truth is, everyone thought Harry and Hermione were doing it back in school." Draco cut off Harry's protest with a gesture. "The point is, we've all had sex with each other, and we all know it. It's a bit late to feel uncomfortable about it now."
Hermione laughed, casting a furtive glance at Manny. Harry shrugged, staring into his coffee again.
Draco gestured with his mug. "So we're all one big happy family. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Hermione smiled at him, and Draco couldn't help himself. "So were you going at it when we got here?"
Harry's elbow dug deeper into his side, but he ignored it. Hermione ducked her head, grinning. It was all the answer he was going to get.
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Part 2
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Just because I'm curious:
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Title: Surrender the Grey
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco Malfoy returns to London after five years of self-imposed exile to start a new life with Harry. But will the secrets of the past destroy everything they've worked for?
Sequel to: Left My Heart. This will make much more sense if you have read that first, though it probably can stand on its own to an extent.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, no copyright violation intended.
Length: 150,000 words
Status: COMPLETED November 2, 2005 (Posted March 2 - November 2, 2005)
Notes:
1. Please don't archive this story yet! This is the first draft, and in the next few months, it will be revised and edited. I'll post the final version on my website and a few other select archives, but in the meantime, feel free to link to this post.
2. There aren't enough words to say THANK YOU to
jedirita, hazelhawthorne, and charlotteschaos for beta-ing this story! These are some of the hardest-working betas out there, and they deserve lots of snaps for putting up with me for eight months.3. Even though the backstory of this fic only assumes canon up through Order of the Phoenix, I stole a few cool ideas from Half Blood Prince. Cause they were cooler than mine...
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"Hello, Draco."
Draco Malfoy stiffened at the proximity of the voice -- just as haughty and cold as he remembered. He turned around and pulled his sherpa coat more tightly around him, affecting his best smirk.
"Father. Always a pleasure."
Lucius smiled. He looked just as Draco remembered. "It's been nearly a year since we saw each other last. You've been running from me, Draco." Lucius shook his head, as if chastising a naughty child.
Draco pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lit it with a wave of his hand. He watched Lucius's face, but there was no reaction at the display of wandless magic. He took a long drag, then blew the smoke in his father's direction. "Took you long enough to catch on."
"Still bent on suicide, I see." Lucius waved the smoke away with one jeweled hand. "I've come to make you an offer. I suggest you listen very carefully."
"Nice to see you too, Father," Draco muttered. He fervently wished the cigarette was a joint. He was far too sober for this.
Lucius ignored the remark. "It has come to my attention that you're involved with Harry Potter, and that he's here in San Francisco."
Draco snorted. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"And I know when you're lying, son. I have always known."
"Why do you care who I fuck?" Draco said, raising the cigarette to his lips.
"When it's someone like Potter, I can't turn a blind eye to my son's perversion," Lucius replied.
Draco smirked at him. "Can't stand the thought of me bending over for the Boy-Who-Lived?"
Lucius's face clouded for an instant before he forced a smile. "Draco, you know how important Potter is. Everything depends on him remaining under the influence of the smothering spell. He's been here far too long."
"He's leaving soon," Draco replied. "It's not a problem. He'll be right back at the Ministry come Monday, working under the watchful eyes of your stooges."
Lucius's smirk was a study in control. "I'm here to make you an offer, Draco. Despite our arrangement, you've rejected my attempts to rebuild our relationship--"
"That's because you insisted on calling me a perverted, cock-sucking, shit-packing shirt-lifter in front of my mother."
"--but I'm willing to make one more effort," Lucius continued, voice taut. "We can't risk Potter escaping the confines of our influence again. The world is not yet ready to learn of the Dark Lord's plans."
"And why should I help you? You won't even tell me what those plans are." Draco dropped the cigarette butt to the pavement and put it out with his shoe.
Lucius took a step forward and stroked a black-gloved finger down Draco's cheek. "All in good time, boy. There is something I want you to do."
Draco did not flinch. He met his father's silver gaze with his own. "I haven't changed my mind. I have no intention of--"
"All I ask now is for your assistance in capturing Potter," Lucius interrupted. "We know where he is. We can take him easily, but we'll need your help to control him, to convince him to cooperate."
Draco looked away and pursed his lips, thinking. Stalling, truth be told. "I can assure you he'll soon return to the UK," Draco said. "I'll take him there myself. And then..." He took a measured breath. "Then I'll reconsider your offer."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "My offer?"
"Don't make me repeat it, Father," Draco replied, struggling to keep his voice even. "I doubt your narrow mind could bear to imagine the details."
Lucius smiled. "While I appreciate your enthusiasm, that won't be necessary. The plan has changed. We no longer require your services." Draco clenched his jaw. That had been the only card he could play. "No, Draco, what we want from you is your assistance in apprehending Potter. We will take him tonight. When we have him, I'll contact you in the usual way."
Lucius leaned forward and kissed Draco's cheek. His father's lips were cold against his skin, and Draco suppressed the urge to shudder. He didn't flinch away. He remained still. Lucius's smile was cool. He regarded Draco for another moment, then turned and walked away.
Draco waited until his father was out of sight, and then leaned against the alley wall, terrified. He had a choice to make -- one he'd hoped to put off for quite a while.
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Draco sat straight up in bed, heart pounding. The rush of adrenaline through his veins wrenched him awake. He pressed his palms against his forehead.
He was in London. It was over. His father hadn't captured Harry. Everything was going to be all right.
The mattress shifted beside him, and Draco felt a warm hand brush his thigh. He turned his head. Harry's dark hair was barely visible under the duvet, sticking out in several directions. Draco exhaled, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. The room was cold.
"Draco...?" he heard mumbled behind him. "Y'okay?"
"Yeah," he whispered. He'd had this nightmare every night for the last week, and every time it was the same. Always the conversation with his father, repeated in detail. And every time, he couldn't change the outcome, nor shake the feeling that it wasn't over yet.
He got up and went into Harry's kitchen. The glass of water he drank didn't really help, but it was something to do, a reason to get out of bed and postpone going back to sleep. The streetlights from outside cast strange shadows through the shades, and Draco shivered. This was only the second time he'd slept at Harry's flat -- that must be the problem.
He stopped to use the toilet before sliding under the duvet again. Harry turned onto his side, facing away from Draco, and began to snore softly. Draco stared at the ceiling and half-hoped he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.
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21 February, 2004: Saturday
The scent of coffee was thick in the air when he awoke. Draco shifted under the duvet, not wanting to be awake just yet. The warmth of the duvet was comforting and the light filtering through the window was soft. This was his favorite part of the morning: the early light, before he had to get up. Today was Saturday, and it was comforting to know he could sleep as long as he wanted.
"Coffee?"
Draco opened his eyes to see Harry -- shirtless, scruffy-looking, and holding a steaming mug -- leaning over him. Draco closed his eyes again. Harry couldn't possibly expect him to get up now.
"Hmmm... need an incentive to wake up?" Harry's cold hand wormed its way under the duvet and stroked his thigh.
Draco made a whimpering noise and wriggled away.
"You're in a right mood this morning," Harry quipped. Draco heard the clink of the mug being set on the bedside table, and then Harry slid under the duvet. He'd taken off his pyjama bottoms as well; his erection pressed against Draco's thigh. "It's all right. You can go back to sleep if you want. Don't mind me." That cold hand found his hip, then slid around to grasp his flaccid penis. Draco considered protesting, but Harry's lips were tickling his neck, and his cool fingers were stroking...
"G'morning," Draco managed. He was becoming aroused despite his intentions to remain asleep. Damn Harry's fingers. "Your hand is cold," he muttered. Harry ducked under the duvet.
A second later, Draco's cock was engulfed by Harry's mouth.
"Oh, god..." Draco sucked in a breath and opened his eyes. Harry's mouth hadn't gone anywhere near Draco's dick since the night in San Francisco -- which seemed like months ago. In fact, Draco had started to wonder if it would ever happen again. "That feels nice," he whispered, pushing the duvet away so Harry could breathe.
"Good," Harry said, coming off for a moment before swallowing his cock again. It was a sloppy blow job, but the fact that it was Harry doing it more than made up for it.
"Oh... that thing with your tongue... do that some more." Draco clasped his hands behind his head and sighed. Harry began moving slowly then, taking his time, sucking Draco's cock at a leisurely pace. His tongue swirled around the head, and his hand gripped the base. "That's fantastic," Draco breathed.
Harry's movements remained slow and steady for a long time. Draco could have stayed there for hours, with his cock being gently sucked, his balls grazed by inexpert fingers, saliva dripping down his shaft. Harry's movements finally began to grow stilted -- his jaw was probably starting to hurt. Draco smiled. They'd have to work on Harry's stamina.
"Do you want to make me come?" he asked.
"Yeah," Harry grunted. He even sounded tired.
"Put your fingers…"
Harry shifted between his legs, and Draco felt a wet finger probing his entrance. It pushed into him, and Draco winced: he had to get Harry to trim his nails more closely. But for now, as long as he was careful...
"Hook your finger up and rub--" Harry'd found the spot, and Draco sucked in a breath. "Oh... like that... suck harder... god..." Harry's finger kept pressing against his prostate and he sucked harder, and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head.
His words became unintelligible as his orgasm shuddered through him. Harry stilled when Draco came, then stiffened. Draco had assumed it was fine to come in his mouth, but... maybe they should have talked about that first.
Too late now.
"God, Harry," he said, ignoring the fact that Harry was awkwardly mouthing his dick, apparently trying to decide what to do with his mouthful. Draco kept his eyes closed until it seemed Harry had managed to swallow. "That was amazing."
"Good," Harry replied, settling beside him. Draco opened his eyes. Harry's lips were wet and swollen, and his face was flushed. His stiff cock brushed against Draco's thigh.
Draco smiled. "Shall I return the favor?"
Inexplicably, Harry blushed. "You don't have to do. It's all right."
"Are you kidding?" Draco laughed and then realized Harry wasn't kidding. He cupped the back of Harry's head and pulled him down into a kiss. "I want to make you come," he whispered against his lips. "Tell me what you want."
Harry moaned into his mouth, then pressed a knee between Draco's thighs, pushing them apart. He reached out for the bedside table for his wand.
Harry had been surprised to learn there were so many spells for anal sex: lubrication spells, anti-viral spells, stretching spells, cleansing spells. The night before, Draco had pressed the tip of his wand into Harry's arse and whispered a spell that had made Harry's eyes widen almost comically.
Harry repeated it now, with the tip of his wand barely touching Draco's hole. "No, you have to stick it in," Draco whispered, spreading his legs a little wider. "Otherwise, it only--" Harry pressed the wand a good two inches in, and Draco sucked in a breath. "Careful!"
"Sorry," Harry whispered. "How far?"
"That's fine. Actually, that's kind of kinky."
Harry grinned, then whispered, "Elutus." Draco couldn't help but close his eyes at the sensation of magic filling him. He'd come to regard this spell as foreplay -- the condoms and lube of the Muggle world just weren't the same.
Harry pressed the wand in a little further, then slowly withdrew it. After a pause, he pushed it in again. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said.
Draco chuckled. "You like fucking me with your wand, do you?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. His eyes were fixed between Draco's legs.
"Why?"
"I dunno. I like filling you, I guess."
"I'd like to fill you too," Draco said, raising an eyebrow. Harry turned an endearing shade of pink and looked away.
"I know."
"It doesn't have to hurt, you know."
"You keep telling me that." The wand was removed from his arse. Harry pointed it at his own cock. "Madefio." He looked back at Draco then, eyes wide and dark. "Is this okay?"
Draco let the subject drop, smiling instead. "How do you want me?"
Harry returned the smile, to Draco's relief. "How about on your hands and knees?"
"Or how about this?" Draco replied, rolling onto his stomach. "It's a lot tighter this way."
He felt Harry straddle him, and the wet tip of his cock pressed between Draco's cheeks. Draco forced himself to relax. Harry pushed forward, breaching his body in a smooth movement. Harry was big enough that it hurt for a moment, but it felt good, too -- stretched tight, filled, with pressure in interesting places.
"God, this is tight," Harry panted. "You're so warm, so much warmer than--" He broke off then and started to move.
Draco was glad he didn't complete the sentence. He focused instead on the feeling of Harry moving in and out of his body, on the smooth glide of cock inside him, on the sound of Harry's breathing above him.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Mmmmm, yeah," Draco sighed. "You feel great." He wouldn't come again, and he hoped Harry didn't expect it.
Luckily, Harry seemed to be close enough to coming that it wasn't a concern. Draco concentrated on tightening his arse in time with Harry's rhythm. Harry finally gasped, then collapsed onto his back, stilling.
Draco wanted to stay like this for a while: Harry's dick filling him, his weight pressing him into the mattress, the sunlight playing on the sheets. Harry wriggled a bit and pulled out, then pushed off the bed and stood. Draco sighed. His arse felt uncomfortably loose and wet now, and he was alone on top of that. If he'd learned anything this week, it was that Harry wasn't a post-coital cuddler.
He kept his eyes closed, hoping Harry would come back if he stayed still. He heard the bathroom door open, then the water running. He opened his eyes, trying not to take it personally that the first thing Harry wanted to do was wash away all traces of sex.
He was cold, too: the duvet had been pushed to the floor. He sat up to look for it, scratching his stomach.
"Good, you're up," Harry said from the doorway of the bathroom. "You can shower first, if you like."
Draco felt his lips forming a pout. "I'm not getting up."
"It's half nine."
"So?"
"So we're supposed to be at Hermione's at ten."
Draco closed his eyes and flopped back onto the mattress. Brunch. He'd forgotten. "Do we have to go?"
There was a pause. "She's expecting us."
"She's expecting you. I wasn't invited."
"Of course you're invited," Harry replied.
"The fact that I was standing there when she invited you does not imply she invited me as well."
"She said you two," Harry retorted. His voice had an edge to it. Draco opened his eyes to see Harry leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest. "Why would she invite me and not you, in front of you, no less?"
"Because she hates me," Draco mumbled. He was losing this argument, and he would resort to childishness if necessary.
Harry sighed. "She doesn't hate you. She just... hasn't had a chance to get to know you."
"I should go home," Draco said. "Manny's probably worried."
"I think Manny can figure out where you are," Harry replied. "He knew we were going out last night. You told him at lunch, and you said not to wait up." A smile was teasing Harry's lips.
Draco looked at the ceiling. He wasn't going to win this one. Maybe he could turn the situation to his advantage, somehow. "What will you give me if I go?"
Harry made a snorting sound. "My undying gratitude."
Draco rolled onto his side and smiled at Harry in a way he hoped was endearing. "I don't want to go have brunch with Granger and her Weasley offspring, but I'll do it... for a price." He grinned suggestively.
Harry smirked. Draco was growing fond of the expression. "It's always about sex, with you."
Draco affected an innocent smile. "Did I say anything about sex?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but it was for show. He was trying not to smile. "I was planning to fuck you again tonight anyway. What more do you want?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something."
Harry sighed. "All right, fine. Just get into the shower, will you?"
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They stepped out of the fireplace at Granger's house at ten past ten. Draco dusted himself off, trying not to scowl. He'd just scourgified his clothes, as he was wearing them for the second day, and thanks to Granger's ignorance of chimney sweeping spells, he now needed to do it again.
Harry seemed unaffected by the thin layer of ash covering him. "Hermione?" he called.
Draco looked around then, realizing the house appeared to be empty. He smiled hopefully at Harry. "Maybe she forgot. We can still go to that lovely little café on--"
A thumping sound from above caused them both to look up at the ceiling. A minute later, Granger -- Granger-Weasley, as Harry kept reminding him, always followed by, just call her Hermione, okay? -- descended the stairs, a worn robe wrapped around her and an expression approaching horror on her face.
"Hiya," she said, biting her lip. "I... overslept, sorry. I'll put coffee on."
"Are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Yes, yes," she replied, not looking at them as she crossed to the kitchen. "I was going to set the alarm, but I forgot, and--" She dropped the glass coffee carafe to the floor, where it shattered. "Fuck!" she hissed, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"It's all right, Hermione," Harry said, stepping forward and touching her arm. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes," she replied, and looked up, blushing. "I just... sorry. Where's my wand?"
"It's all right," Harry repeated, pulling his from his jacket. He pointed it at the pile of shattered glass on the floor. "Reparo. Where are the children?"
Hermione retrieved the repaired carafe from the floor and took a deep breath. "Molly has them for the weekend." She spooned ground coffee into the Muggle coffee machine's basket and filled the carafe with water. "She does that every now and then, to give me some time to myself."
An awkward silence stretched between them as Hermione finished setting up the coffee machine and switched it on. She turned then, and seemed to notice Draco for the first time. "Good morning," she said, expressionless.
Draco forced himself to smile. "So far," he replied. "We don't want to be any trouble. We could just go--"
"Nonsense," she snapped. A determined expression settled on her face. "Breakfast will just be a bit late, that's all." She gestured to the sofa. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I'm just going to go get dressed." With that, she disapparated.
"Looks like we caught her at a bad time," Draco mused. "And you were worried about being late."
Harry frowned. "She usually has everything ready before I get here. Something must be wrong."
Draco sat on the sofa. "You heard her: no kids this weekend. She probably doesn't get to sleep in very often." I know the feeling, he thought.
Harry sat next to him, leaning into his shoulder. "I suppose. But I told you she was expecting you this morning." He nudged Draco with his elbow.
"Or she hid the shock well."
"She's even making coffee for you. I didn't even know she had a machine. Isn't it sweet?"
Draco scowled. "This doesn't change our agreement, you know."
Harry grinned at him. "We'll see. You still have to behave yourself."
Draco pretended to be dismayed. "That was not part of the deal."
"Really?" Harry's smile was brilliant, and Draco felt a little twinge in his stomach. Harry stared at him, almost invitingly, and Draco leaned forward to kiss him.
"Ooops! Don't mind me," they heard. Hermione had reappeared, wearing jeans and a worn FCUK t-shirt, bushy hair pulled back at the nape of her neck.
Harry pulled away from Draco. "Can we help?" he asked, popping up from the sofa.
"No, no," Hermione replied. "I'll just get everything started and we can have some coffee." She pointed her wand in the direction of the refrigerator, and then several cupboards, muttering spells. Objects began flying around the kitchen above her head at dangerous speeds: eggs broke themselves into a pan and started frying; two bread slices sailed into the toaster while a line of slices formed in the air above, patiently waiting their turn; a can of baked beans opened itself and dumped its contents into a waiting pot; dishes and silverware settled themselves neatly on the table. Hermione waved her wand at the coffee maker and the carafe obediently poured coffee into three mugs that had appeared beside it. She carried the mugs to the sofa, a pitcher of cream and the sugar bowl trailing behind her. She handed each of them a mug of coffee.
"There we are," she announced, and settled into a chair.
"Wow," Draco said. He'd never seen someone coordinate so many cooking spells in his life. "That was impressive."
Hermione seemed not to know what to make of his compliment. "It's nothing," she said, shrugging. "You should see me change nappies. Did you two have fun last night?"
Harry blushed and suddenly became very interested in adding milk and sugar to his coffee.
"Yes," Draco replied, turning to face Hermione. "We had a fabulous dinner. Best curry I've had in ages."
Hermione smiled. "Harry knows all the good Indian restaurants." She glanced at Harry, but looked away when she realized he hadn't quite recovered from his embarrassment.
Draco fished around for a new topic of conversation, but his mind was oddly blank.
"Adjusted to the time change?" Hermione asked, raising her cup to her lips.
"Getting there," Draco replied.
He'd been surprised to see Hermione at Heathrow on Sunday evening. She'd looked the same as he'd remembered, with her bushy hair and petite frame, wearing a hand-knitted jumper that would have made any Weasley wax nostalgic.
She'd gaped at him and stuttered, "M-Malfoy?"
"In the flesh," he'd replied, with as much as smirk as he could muster. Of course, he'd been frightened out of his wits. He hadn't known if he'd be stunned on sight, even though Manny had sworn he wouldn't let that happen. Fortunately, Hermione had quickly regained her composure.
"Does Harry know?" she'd whispered, just before they'd flooed to the hotel.
"No," Draco had replied. "Don't tell him just yet."
Harry blew out a nervous breath beside him, breaking the silence. "So, Hermione... what did you do last night?"
"Good morning," they heard, and turned to see Manny descending the stairs.
Draco grinned into his coffee. "That answers that question."
Manny shot him a bemused look as he crossed to stand beside a red-faced Hermione. "What question?"
"Coffee?" Hermione asked, standing and bumping Manny in the process.
"Sure, thanks," Manny replied, and settled next to Draco on the sofa.
Manny was also wearing the same clothes he'd had on at the office yesterday, and looked quite rumpled. Draco resisted the urge to tease him, and only grinned. Manny grinned back, raising his eyebrows. It was an expression Draco knew meant What a night!
"That good, eh?" Draco asked.
Harry gave him a look.
Hermione reappeared with another cup of coffee and looked a bit more composed. She handed Manny the mug and settled into her chair again.
"One of us should probably stop by the flat sometime today to water the plants," Draco quipped.
Manny smiled. "Oh, I doubt they'll wilt after only a day."
"I dunno. A few of them are rather temperamental," Draco replied. "They get lonely."
Manny laughed in response, but Draco was painfully aware that he and Manny were the only ones who seemed to find humor in the situation. Harry was staring awkwardly into his coffee again, and Hermione was studying her nails.
Draco sighed, as dramatically as he could manage. "All right, I'll say it, since no one else wants to." Everyone looked at him, and he nodded his head toward Harry. "He fucked me last night, and again this morning, actually." He turned to Harry, who was gaping. "And Manny fucked her last night, and likely did other things to her that we won't discuss. They were probably going at it when we got here." Hermione made a small noise and flushed even more. Draco turned to Manny, who was biting his lip in an effort not to laugh. "We used to fuck each other regularly. And whatever the truth is, everyone thought Harry and Hermione were doing it back in school." Draco cut off Harry's protest with a gesture. "The point is, we've all had sex with each other, and we all know it. It's a bit late to feel uncomfortable about it now."
Hermione laughed, casting a furtive glance at Manny. Harry shrugged, staring into his coffee again.
Draco gestured with his mug. "So we're all one big happy family. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Hermione smiled at him, and Draco couldn't help himself. "So were you going at it when we got here?"
Harry's elbow dug deeper into his side, but he ignored it. Hermione ducked her head, grinning. It was all the answer he was going to get.
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Part 2
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