FIC: Surrender the Grey (4/30)
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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!
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...
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Manny and Hermione had hinted they didn't want any company over lunch, so Draco had talked Ben into going with him. Draco had glamoured himself to look fairly unremarkable, much to Ben's chagrin -- he'd apparently been hoping to have lunch with a facsimile of Peggy.
"Have you ever even spoken to her?" Draco asked as they walked up Shaftesbury.
"There's never time," Ben replied, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. "She smiles at me, but she's always busy, and I never seem to get a chance to talk to her without everyone else around listening." He sighed, looking for all the world like a forlorn teenager. "Think Hermione would give me her number?"
"Not all wizards have phones here," Draco reminded him. "But it wouldn't hurt to ask. She works for Hermione, after all, so she might have a mobile." Harry'd said that Hermione's zeal for integrating Muggle technology into the Ministry's operations had only intensified since she'd met Manny and learned more about how the FBI operated.
They stopped before an Indian restaurant called Mela, a favorite of Harry's. "This is the place," Draco said, studying the menu posted in the window.
"Sounds great," Ben said, glancing inside. "Ummm… What did you say Harry was doing for lunch?"
"He had a meeting," Draco replied. "Why?"
"Well, that sure looks like him in the restaurant… having lunch with a really pretty girl."
Draco's eyes wouldn't focus for a moment. It was Harry, though, sitting at a small table near the back of the restaurant. The woman sitting across from him was Cho Chang -- at least, she looked like Cho. It had been a few years since Draco had seen her.
"That's his ex-wife," Draco heard himself say. "I guess that was his meeting."
"Ex-wife?" Ben snorted. "Looks a little cozy to me. If I were you, I'd march right in there and say something."
Draco swallowed and shook his head. "I'm not supposed to be seen, remember?"
"You're disguised."
"But she was trained as an auror." Draco couldn't drag his eyes away from the table. "I can't risk it."
Cho reached across the table and took Harry's hand, and Draco looked away. He took a deep breath, then started walking.
Ben jogged to catch up. "Hey, are you okay?"
Draco shrugged. "How about Thai?" They'd walked ten blocks before Draco started looking for a restaurant.
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Harry had asked Draco to meet him at Paddington Station at 7:00. Draco had returned to his Peggy-esque glamour from that morning, and Harry didn't immediately recognize him. Draco watched him from a distance for a moment, then sauntered forward, stopping right in front of him. Harry gave him a quizzical look, which turned into a surprised yelp when Draco leaned forward and kissed him. Draco stepped back and winked.
Harry looked something between shocked and amused, but he rolled his eyes and offered Draco his arm. They walked to nearby Ristorante Pazzia, a cozy bistro with sunny walls. They were seated near the window; the waiter even pulled out Draco's chair.
"This is quite strange, you know," Harry remarked over his menu. "I didn't peg you for a drag queen."
It was on the tip of Draco's tongue to make a remark about this being more Harry's type, but he didn't.
"Just trying to mix it up a bit. Besides, people are a lot nicer to a pretty girl than a poncy bloke, no matter how cute he is." He felt Harry's eyes on him, but he didn't look up. "If it bothers you, I can change it."
"Wouldn't the waiter be surprised?" Harry asked. It seemed to be a rhetorical question. "Want some wine?"
"How about a Chianti?" Draco asked, scanning the list.
They ordered, and the waiter brought them bread and San Pellegrino. Draco wandlessly cast a conversation screen around their table.
"What can you tell me about the Unspeakables?" he asked.
Harry blinked at him. "Not much. I don't know much, to be honest. Why?"
Draco shrugged. "I was looking into that incident near Durham that you mentioned today. There was some strange owl activity reported in that area at the time. One of the owls was shot by a local Muggle and turned over to the authorities, along with the message it was carrying. The message self-destructed in the hands of the Muggle police, who had to have their memories appropriately modified. The owl was taken back to the Ministry's owlery, where it was identified as one that had been officially dead for several years."
"So it was a shadow," Harry said. "Interesting. There are a few departments who use shadow owls, and most of their workers fit in the category of Unspeakable."
"Hence my interest," Draco said. The waiter arrived with their antipasti and poured the wine. He smiled sweetly at Draco as he walked away. "You wanted to know how deep the Death Eater connections went. How far are you willing to go?"
Harry took a sip of his wine. "As far as it takes to get my memory back, at least. After that, I'm hoping the rest will fall into place."
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Draco was both tense and relieved when Harry asked him to stay the night. There was little prelude; they headed straight for the bedroom. Draco dropped the glamour and Harry kissed him hard, tugging their clothes off and backing them towards the bed.
Harry was being much more aggressive than usual. It crossed Draco's mind that Harry'd been appreciating his appearance all evening and that was why he seemed so excited now. He pushed the thought away and let Harry press him onto his belly. Harry plastered his back with kisses; his hands seemed to be mapping out every surface of Draco's body. Draco smiled: Harry was quite good with his hands.
He felt the cheeks of his arse being pressed apart and a wand tip pressed slightly in -- and then the tingly feeling of a spell flooding into him. He sighed and relaxed into the mattress.
What was it he'd been tense about? It could wait until he'd come a few times.
Harry bit his arse playfully, causing Draco to yelp. After a few more bites, Harry was holding Draco down to keep him still. Draco laughed, and then moaned as Harry's tongued wormed its way between his cheeks.
He was surprised every time Harry did this. It was something most of his lovers had been squeamish about, including Manny. Harry actually seemed to like it, though.
Before Draco knew it, he was pressing his arse up into Harry's face, begging for that tongue to probe even deeper. His cock was hard and aching, hanging between his thighs and leaving little trails of pre-come on Harry's duvet. Harry's tongue stroked in and out, lapping at the skin around his hole and dipping down to tease his balls. Draco could only mumble incoherently, alternately wishing Harry would keep doing what he was doing, or would hurry up and get to the part where he fucked him.
When Harry pressed into him at last, it was a long, slow burn, just enough to take the edge off and bring him back from the brink of orgasm. Harry had overdone the lubrication spell a bit, so there wasn't as much friction as Draco usually liked, but that just meant Harry could pound into him.
Draco ended up on his hands and knees, braced against the headboard while Harry rammed into him. It was rougher than the way they usually did it, but Draco liked it. Sometimes hard and fast was easier to deal with than slow and sweet.
Harry was loud when he came, much more so than usual. He collapsed against Draco's back, sweaty and panting. He finally managed to pull out and flop onto his back next to Draco.
"Oh, god, that was…" He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, give me a minute."
Draco stroked his erection and considered. Harry would recover, then would suck him off, probably. But the sight of Harry flat on his back, knees apart…
Draco crawled between Harry's thighs and leaned down to kiss him. "That was good, wasn't it?" Harry nodded and let Draco plunder his mouth. Draco's hand slid down between them, and then one finger circled Harry's hole. "You're so good with your mouth," Draco whispered. "Mind if I return the favor?"
Harry mumbled a weak protest, but Draco had already slid down and pressed Harry's thighs into his chest. He'd been able to cast a wandless elutus for years, though he hadn't done it for Harry before. Harry gasped at the spell, then whimpered as Draco's tongue flicked across sensitive skin.
Draco hadn't rimmed Harry before; he simply hadn't had an opportunity in the last week. Harry gasped above him in a way that made Draco wonder if anyone had ever done this to him. He took his time, circling with the tip of his tongue, then pressing gently into the center. When his tongue breached Harry's body, Harry made a strange noise.
"Why do I feel so… odd about liking this?" Harry whispered.
"Because it's dirty," Draco replied, then thrust his tongue back in.
"Oh god," Harry breathed. His hands clenched the duvet on either side of his hips as Draco's tongue stroked in and out.
Draco's cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Harry, to feel heat and pressure, and to watch Harry's face while he fucked him. He reached for his wand and crawled back up Harry's torso.
"Harry, I really want--"
"Okay," Harry whispered, eyes dark and unblinking.
Draco paused. He wanted to ask Harry if he was sure, but he really didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind. He pressed the tip of his wand into Harry and whispered the lubrication spell, then repeated it on himself. No such thing as too much lube the first time. He positioned the head of his cock and stared down at Harry's face.
Harry was a little pale, but he looked like he was trying to relax. Draco smiled and kissed him. "Ready?"
Harry nodded.
Draco pressed forward and met immediate resistance. He knew it had to hurt, but he pushed a little further in. Harry's eyes were squeezed shut. Draco paused, uncertain. "Are you--"
"Stopstopstop," Harry spat. "Please… out!"
Draco withdrew with a sigh and settled down next to Harry, watching his face.
"Sorry, but… that really hurt," Harry said. His face was pale and his eyes were still closed.
Draco didn't say anything. He figured 'you weren't relaxed enough' wouldn't help. He just kissed Harry's shoulder.
There was a long silence. "I'm sorry," Harry said at last, rolling onto his side. "I really wanted to try."
"I know," Draco said. "We'll try another time."
Harry smiled and looked down at Draco's wilting erection. "Want me to take care of that?"
"Not now," Draco said. He climbed under the duvet and gestured for Harry to join him. "Maybe later."
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The pounding sound woke them up. At first, Draco thought it was Manny and Hermione again, but then he remembered where he was. Harry sat up, looking a bit disoriented.
The clock read half eleven, and someone was pounding on the door.
"Stay here," Harry said, pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms and picking up his wand. He pulled the bedroom door closed behind him.
"I'm not exactly helpless, you know," Draco muttered. He lay in the dark and listened. After a moment, he saw the light go on under the door, and then he heard voices. They were speaking quietly, whoever they were. It didn't sound like trouble.
He pulled on his boxers and crept over to the door, opening it a crack. Harry was sitting on his couch with someone, and they were talking. The person flung herself into Harry's arms, and that was when Draco recognized her: Cho.
She was upset about something and Harry was apparently trying to comfort her. Draco couldn't help the flame of jealousy that flickered in his belly. During the afternoon, he'd managed to convince himself that their lunch "meeting" was nothing, just a goodbye of sorts. Harry'd said something about divorce papers, so maybe he'd just been delivering them to her.
But this -- a beautiful woman knocking on his boyfriend's door late at night, then collapsing into his arms? Draco snorted. He pushed the door open a little further and strained to hear the conversation.
"--realized Aaron is a complete arse, that's all. She was one of his students, not that he cared."
Harry was staring at her, a strange look on his face. Draco only knew a little about why they'd split up, but he was fairly certain it had involved Cho cheating on Harry with this Aaron fellow.
Twat.
"I miss you, Harry. I've been such an idiot, and I know you probably hate me now, but--"
"Look, Cho--"
"But I made a mistake, Harry." Her dark eyes welled up with tears and she took his hand in hers. "I don't expect you to take me back, of course. But I just wanted to tell you…"
Harry exhaled and stared at their joined hands. He seemed at a loss for words.
Cho looked down at their hands and fingered Harry's ring. "For a moment, I thought this was your wedding ring. How long have you had this?"
"A few years," Harry replied, looking up. "It was Ron's."
Cho's head jerked up at that. For a moment she looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Finally, she cupped Harry's cheek with her free hand and leaned forward to kiss him.
Harry seemed frozen to the spot, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Draco waited for him to jerk back, to say no, to push her away. But he didn't. He just sat there, waiting for her to kiss him.
Draco knew it was a terrible idea, but he couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed the door open and coughed. Harry jumped, as if he'd just remembered where he was. Cho looked up and gasped.
Well aware of how debauched he looked in just his boxers with his hair mussed, Draco stepped forward and sat on the arm of the couch behind Harry. He smiled coolly at Cho and leaned forward to put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Malfoy!" Cho spat, eyes as wide as saucers. "I don't… but you're…"
"In the States? A Death Eater? Dead?"
"Here!" she said. Her mouth opened and closed again, as if she couldn't find the words to express her shock.
Harry leaned back against Draco and sighed. "He's working for us, and we… that is…"
"It's what it looks like," Draco added, helpfully.
Cho sank back against the sofa cushions, stunned. "This is… oh my god." She looked up at Harry again. "How long have you two…?"
"A few weeks," Harry replied.
Cho swallowed and nodded. "And do you…?" She paused and looked at Draco, then looked away. "So that's done then," she said, standing. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I should leave."
Harry stood and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry about Aaron. He was a pretentious wanker who fucked around. But it wasn't like we had much of a marriage, anyway."
Cho smiled sadly before nodding. "Why did we even bother?"
"Because you were pregnant," Harry smiled, brushing her cheek with one finger.
Cho's mouth fell open for a moment. She blinked and glanced at Draco before staring at Harry again. "I... It seems so long ago now."
"Good night," Harry said.
Cho nodded and opened the door. She looked back once before closing it behind her.
Harry turned back to Draco and blew out a breath. "That was… interesting."
Draco held out his hand. "Come back to bed?"
Harry sat on the sofa and pulled his knees into his chest. "Not just yet."
Draco clasped his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry." He had no idea what for, but it was what one said in these situations, wasn't it?
Harry shook his head. "I can't believe she--" He paused and pursed his lips. Draco stared at him, not certain what to do. "She came to cry on my shoulder because he cheated on her with some Uni girl, as if I would… After she…" Harry swallowed, and Draco realized he was trying very hard not to lose control of his emotions.
Draco exhaled and sat next to Harry. He had no idea what to say.
Harry stared at the floor for a long moment. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault your ex-wife is a self-centered bitch," Draco replied. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I could have her killed, if you like."
Harry laughed, but still wouldn't look at Draco.
"Come to bed," Draco said again, keeping his voice gentle. "Please?"
Harry turned to him at last, eyes bright. "Go ahead. I'll be along. I just need a few minutes, all right?"
Draco felt his stomach knot up again.
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Lucius's eyes narrowed as he watched Draco drop the cigarette to the pavement and put it out with his shoe. Draco stiffened when his father reached out to touch his face. "All in good time, boy. There is something I want you to do."
Draco was frozen to the spot. Why couldn't he move? "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 closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He needed to find a way to get out of this, but his mind was swimming just enough to prevent him from thinking clearly. Funny, he didn't remember drinking tonight.
In fact, he couldn't remember anything from tonight.
Lucius leaned forward and brushed a kiss against Draco's cheek. "I'll contact you in the usual way," he whispered. Draco swallowed -- there was something about those words that terrified him. Lucius turned and walked away.
Draco leaned against the alley wall and exhaled, his father's final words ringing in his ears. I'll contact you in the usual way.
A hand grasped his wrist and whirled him around in the darkness. Draco reached for his wand but couldn't wrap his fingers around it. He looked up, and his wrist was released. There was no one there.
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Draco started awake, only to find he was still alone. He stared at the ceiling for a long time before he finally went back to sleep.
Next part
Note: I'm aware that the word "block" as used by Draco in narration above is an Americanism, but as there isn't really an equivalent, and since Draco lived in New York City for several years and would likely have picked that word up, I don't think it's a problem. (For example, I say "lift" and "queue" a lot after having traveled in the UK and Europe, and those are not common American terms.)
ETA: I hope this doesn't come across as self-pimpy, buttea_and_toast has a little discussion going on on her LJ about this fic. :-)
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!
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...
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Manny and Hermione had hinted they didn't want any company over lunch, so Draco had talked Ben into going with him. Draco had glamoured himself to look fairly unremarkable, much to Ben's chagrin -- he'd apparently been hoping to have lunch with a facsimile of Peggy.
"Have you ever even spoken to her?" Draco asked as they walked up Shaftesbury.
"There's never time," Ben replied, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. "She smiles at me, but she's always busy, and I never seem to get a chance to talk to her without everyone else around listening." He sighed, looking for all the world like a forlorn teenager. "Think Hermione would give me her number?"
"Not all wizards have phones here," Draco reminded him. "But it wouldn't hurt to ask. She works for Hermione, after all, so she might have a mobile." Harry'd said that Hermione's zeal for integrating Muggle technology into the Ministry's operations had only intensified since she'd met Manny and learned more about how the FBI operated.
They stopped before an Indian restaurant called Mela, a favorite of Harry's. "This is the place," Draco said, studying the menu posted in the window.
"Sounds great," Ben said, glancing inside. "Ummm… What did you say Harry was doing for lunch?"
"He had a meeting," Draco replied. "Why?"
"Well, that sure looks like him in the restaurant… having lunch with a really pretty girl."
Draco's eyes wouldn't focus for a moment. It was Harry, though, sitting at a small table near the back of the restaurant. The woman sitting across from him was Cho Chang -- at least, she looked like Cho. It had been a few years since Draco had seen her.
"That's his ex-wife," Draco heard himself say. "I guess that was his meeting."
"Ex-wife?" Ben snorted. "Looks a little cozy to me. If I were you, I'd march right in there and say something."
Draco swallowed and shook his head. "I'm not supposed to be seen, remember?"
"You're disguised."
"But she was trained as an auror." Draco couldn't drag his eyes away from the table. "I can't risk it."
Cho reached across the table and took Harry's hand, and Draco looked away. He took a deep breath, then started walking.
Ben jogged to catch up. "Hey, are you okay?"
Draco shrugged. "How about Thai?" They'd walked ten blocks before Draco started looking for a restaurant.
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Harry had asked Draco to meet him at Paddington Station at 7:00. Draco had returned to his Peggy-esque glamour from that morning, and Harry didn't immediately recognize him. Draco watched him from a distance for a moment, then sauntered forward, stopping right in front of him. Harry gave him a quizzical look, which turned into a surprised yelp when Draco leaned forward and kissed him. Draco stepped back and winked.
Harry looked something between shocked and amused, but he rolled his eyes and offered Draco his arm. They walked to nearby Ristorante Pazzia, a cozy bistro with sunny walls. They were seated near the window; the waiter even pulled out Draco's chair.
"This is quite strange, you know," Harry remarked over his menu. "I didn't peg you for a drag queen."
It was on the tip of Draco's tongue to make a remark about this being more Harry's type, but he didn't.
"Just trying to mix it up a bit. Besides, people are a lot nicer to a pretty girl than a poncy bloke, no matter how cute he is." He felt Harry's eyes on him, but he didn't look up. "If it bothers you, I can change it."
"Wouldn't the waiter be surprised?" Harry asked. It seemed to be a rhetorical question. "Want some wine?"
"How about a Chianti?" Draco asked, scanning the list.
They ordered, and the waiter brought them bread and San Pellegrino. Draco wandlessly cast a conversation screen around their table.
"What can you tell me about the Unspeakables?" he asked.
Harry blinked at him. "Not much. I don't know much, to be honest. Why?"
Draco shrugged. "I was looking into that incident near Durham that you mentioned today. There was some strange owl activity reported in that area at the time. One of the owls was shot by a local Muggle and turned over to the authorities, along with the message it was carrying. The message self-destructed in the hands of the Muggle police, who had to have their memories appropriately modified. The owl was taken back to the Ministry's owlery, where it was identified as one that had been officially dead for several years."
"So it was a shadow," Harry said. "Interesting. There are a few departments who use shadow owls, and most of their workers fit in the category of Unspeakable."
"Hence my interest," Draco said. The waiter arrived with their antipasti and poured the wine. He smiled sweetly at Draco as he walked away. "You wanted to know how deep the Death Eater connections went. How far are you willing to go?"
Harry took a sip of his wine. "As far as it takes to get my memory back, at least. After that, I'm hoping the rest will fall into place."
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Draco was both tense and relieved when Harry asked him to stay the night. There was little prelude; they headed straight for the bedroom. Draco dropped the glamour and Harry kissed him hard, tugging their clothes off and backing them towards the bed.
Harry was being much more aggressive than usual. It crossed Draco's mind that Harry'd been appreciating his appearance all evening and that was why he seemed so excited now. He pushed the thought away and let Harry press him onto his belly. Harry plastered his back with kisses; his hands seemed to be mapping out every surface of Draco's body. Draco smiled: Harry was quite good with his hands.
He felt the cheeks of his arse being pressed apart and a wand tip pressed slightly in -- and then the tingly feeling of a spell flooding into him. He sighed and relaxed into the mattress.
What was it he'd been tense about? It could wait until he'd come a few times.
Harry bit his arse playfully, causing Draco to yelp. After a few more bites, Harry was holding Draco down to keep him still. Draco laughed, and then moaned as Harry's tongued wormed its way between his cheeks.
He was surprised every time Harry did this. It was something most of his lovers had been squeamish about, including Manny. Harry actually seemed to like it, though.
Before Draco knew it, he was pressing his arse up into Harry's face, begging for that tongue to probe even deeper. His cock was hard and aching, hanging between his thighs and leaving little trails of pre-come on Harry's duvet. Harry's tongue stroked in and out, lapping at the skin around his hole and dipping down to tease his balls. Draco could only mumble incoherently, alternately wishing Harry would keep doing what he was doing, or would hurry up and get to the part where he fucked him.
When Harry pressed into him at last, it was a long, slow burn, just enough to take the edge off and bring him back from the brink of orgasm. Harry had overdone the lubrication spell a bit, so there wasn't as much friction as Draco usually liked, but that just meant Harry could pound into him.
Draco ended up on his hands and knees, braced against the headboard while Harry rammed into him. It was rougher than the way they usually did it, but Draco liked it. Sometimes hard and fast was easier to deal with than slow and sweet.
Harry was loud when he came, much more so than usual. He collapsed against Draco's back, sweaty and panting. He finally managed to pull out and flop onto his back next to Draco.
"Oh, god, that was…" He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, give me a minute."
Draco stroked his erection and considered. Harry would recover, then would suck him off, probably. But the sight of Harry flat on his back, knees apart…
Draco crawled between Harry's thighs and leaned down to kiss him. "That was good, wasn't it?" Harry nodded and let Draco plunder his mouth. Draco's hand slid down between them, and then one finger circled Harry's hole. "You're so good with your mouth," Draco whispered. "Mind if I return the favor?"
Harry mumbled a weak protest, but Draco had already slid down and pressed Harry's thighs into his chest. He'd been able to cast a wandless elutus for years, though he hadn't done it for Harry before. Harry gasped at the spell, then whimpered as Draco's tongue flicked across sensitive skin.
Draco hadn't rimmed Harry before; he simply hadn't had an opportunity in the last week. Harry gasped above him in a way that made Draco wonder if anyone had ever done this to him. He took his time, circling with the tip of his tongue, then pressing gently into the center. When his tongue breached Harry's body, Harry made a strange noise.
"Why do I feel so… odd about liking this?" Harry whispered.
"Because it's dirty," Draco replied, then thrust his tongue back in.
"Oh god," Harry breathed. His hands clenched the duvet on either side of his hips as Draco's tongue stroked in and out.
Draco's cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Harry, to feel heat and pressure, and to watch Harry's face while he fucked him. He reached for his wand and crawled back up Harry's torso.
"Harry, I really want--"
"Okay," Harry whispered, eyes dark and unblinking.
Draco paused. He wanted to ask Harry if he was sure, but he really didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind. He pressed the tip of his wand into Harry and whispered the lubrication spell, then repeated it on himself. No such thing as too much lube the first time. He positioned the head of his cock and stared down at Harry's face.
Harry was a little pale, but he looked like he was trying to relax. Draco smiled and kissed him. "Ready?"
Harry nodded.
Draco pressed forward and met immediate resistance. He knew it had to hurt, but he pushed a little further in. Harry's eyes were squeezed shut. Draco paused, uncertain. "Are you--"
"Stopstopstop," Harry spat. "Please… out!"
Draco withdrew with a sigh and settled down next to Harry, watching his face.
"Sorry, but… that really hurt," Harry said. His face was pale and his eyes were still closed.
Draco didn't say anything. He figured 'you weren't relaxed enough' wouldn't help. He just kissed Harry's shoulder.
There was a long silence. "I'm sorry," Harry said at last, rolling onto his side. "I really wanted to try."
"I know," Draco said. "We'll try another time."
Harry smiled and looked down at Draco's wilting erection. "Want me to take care of that?"
"Not now," Draco said. He climbed under the duvet and gestured for Harry to join him. "Maybe later."
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The pounding sound woke them up. At first, Draco thought it was Manny and Hermione again, but then he remembered where he was. Harry sat up, looking a bit disoriented.
The clock read half eleven, and someone was pounding on the door.
"Stay here," Harry said, pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms and picking up his wand. He pulled the bedroom door closed behind him.
"I'm not exactly helpless, you know," Draco muttered. He lay in the dark and listened. After a moment, he saw the light go on under the door, and then he heard voices. They were speaking quietly, whoever they were. It didn't sound like trouble.
He pulled on his boxers and crept over to the door, opening it a crack. Harry was sitting on his couch with someone, and they were talking. The person flung herself into Harry's arms, and that was when Draco recognized her: Cho.
She was upset about something and Harry was apparently trying to comfort her. Draco couldn't help the flame of jealousy that flickered in his belly. During the afternoon, he'd managed to convince himself that their lunch "meeting" was nothing, just a goodbye of sorts. Harry'd said something about divorce papers, so maybe he'd just been delivering them to her.
But this -- a beautiful woman knocking on his boyfriend's door late at night, then collapsing into his arms? Draco snorted. He pushed the door open a little further and strained to hear the conversation.
"--realized Aaron is a complete arse, that's all. She was one of his students, not that he cared."
Harry was staring at her, a strange look on his face. Draco only knew a little about why they'd split up, but he was fairly certain it had involved Cho cheating on Harry with this Aaron fellow.
Twat.
"I miss you, Harry. I've been such an idiot, and I know you probably hate me now, but--"
"Look, Cho--"
"But I made a mistake, Harry." Her dark eyes welled up with tears and she took his hand in hers. "I don't expect you to take me back, of course. But I just wanted to tell you…"
Harry exhaled and stared at their joined hands. He seemed at a loss for words.
Cho looked down at their hands and fingered Harry's ring. "For a moment, I thought this was your wedding ring. How long have you had this?"
"A few years," Harry replied, looking up. "It was Ron's."
Cho's head jerked up at that. For a moment she looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Finally, she cupped Harry's cheek with her free hand and leaned forward to kiss him.
Harry seemed frozen to the spot, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Draco waited for him to jerk back, to say no, to push her away. But he didn't. He just sat there, waiting for her to kiss him.
Draco knew it was a terrible idea, but he couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed the door open and coughed. Harry jumped, as if he'd just remembered where he was. Cho looked up and gasped.
Well aware of how debauched he looked in just his boxers with his hair mussed, Draco stepped forward and sat on the arm of the couch behind Harry. He smiled coolly at Cho and leaned forward to put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Malfoy!" Cho spat, eyes as wide as saucers. "I don't… but you're…"
"In the States? A Death Eater? Dead?"
"Here!" she said. Her mouth opened and closed again, as if she couldn't find the words to express her shock.
Harry leaned back against Draco and sighed. "He's working for us, and we… that is…"
"It's what it looks like," Draco added, helpfully.
Cho sank back against the sofa cushions, stunned. "This is… oh my god." She looked up at Harry again. "How long have you two…?"
"A few weeks," Harry replied.
Cho swallowed and nodded. "And do you…?" She paused and looked at Draco, then looked away. "So that's done then," she said, standing. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I should leave."
Harry stood and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry about Aaron. He was a pretentious wanker who fucked around. But it wasn't like we had much of a marriage, anyway."
Cho smiled sadly before nodding. "Why did we even bother?"
"Because you were pregnant," Harry smiled, brushing her cheek with one finger.
Cho's mouth fell open for a moment. She blinked and glanced at Draco before staring at Harry again. "I... It seems so long ago now."
"Good night," Harry said.
Cho nodded and opened the door. She looked back once before closing it behind her.
Harry turned back to Draco and blew out a breath. "That was… interesting."
Draco held out his hand. "Come back to bed?"
Harry sat on the sofa and pulled his knees into his chest. "Not just yet."
Draco clasped his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry." He had no idea what for, but it was what one said in these situations, wasn't it?
Harry shook his head. "I can't believe she--" He paused and pursed his lips. Draco stared at him, not certain what to do. "She came to cry on my shoulder because he cheated on her with some Uni girl, as if I would… After she…" Harry swallowed, and Draco realized he was trying very hard not to lose control of his emotions.
Draco exhaled and sat next to Harry. He had no idea what to say.
Harry stared at the floor for a long moment. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault your ex-wife is a self-centered bitch," Draco replied. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I could have her killed, if you like."
Harry laughed, but still wouldn't look at Draco.
"Come to bed," Draco said again, keeping his voice gentle. "Please?"
Harry turned to him at last, eyes bright. "Go ahead. I'll be along. I just need a few minutes, all right?"
Draco felt his stomach knot up again.
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Lucius's eyes narrowed as he watched Draco drop the cigarette to the pavement and put it out with his shoe. Draco stiffened when his father reached out to touch his face. "All in good time, boy. There is something I want you to do."
Draco was frozen to the spot. Why couldn't he move? "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 closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He needed to find a way to get out of this, but his mind was swimming just enough to prevent him from thinking clearly. Funny, he didn't remember drinking tonight.
In fact, he couldn't remember anything from tonight.
Lucius leaned forward and brushed a kiss against Draco's cheek. "I'll contact you in the usual way," he whispered. Draco swallowed -- there was something about those words that terrified him. Lucius turned and walked away.
Draco leaned against the alley wall and exhaled, his father's final words ringing in his ears. I'll contact you in the usual way.
A hand grasped his wrist and whirled him around in the darkness. Draco reached for his wand but couldn't wrap his fingers around it. He looked up, and his wrist was released. There was no one there.
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Draco started awake, only to find he was still alone. He stared at the ceiling for a long time before he finally went back to sleep.
Next part
Note: I'm aware that the word "block" as used by Draco in narration above is an Americanism, but as there isn't really an equivalent, and since Draco lived in New York City for several years and would likely have picked that word up, I don't think it's a problem. (For example, I say "lift" and "queue" a lot after having traveled in the UK and Europe, and those are not common American terms.)
ETA: I hope this doesn't come across as self-pimpy, but
tea_and_toast has a little discussion going on on her LJ about this fic. :-)
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Date: 2005-03-23 02:59 pm (UTC)the waiter even pulled out Draco's chair
he can't really be chatting him up because Harry is with him, so what ? he's acting differently, or he's gallant, but gallantry is sexism ...
Alexiris (from France, as an excuse for my ~~ english)