Chapter 14, JALS

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Title: Just Another Love Story
Summary: Harry and Draco work through some love issues
Rating: NC-17
Author: minerva alistor
Where: my lj
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Harry and Remus met in the hallway, wands out. The last notes of the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Remus whispered.

Harry shook his head.

“Why don’t you let me take care of this? Go back to bed. Be ready to run if necessary.”

“I’m coming with you,” Harry whispered fiercely.

Remus sighed. “Fine, but stay behind me.”

The two men crept down the stairs to the door. Remus lifted his eye to the peephole.

“Oh!” he exclaimed.

“Who is it?” Harry whispered.

Remus didn’t answer, but lowered his wand. He flipped on the front light, moved squarely in front of Harry and opened the door.

Harry stood on his tiptoes behind Remus and gazed over his shoulder. Draco was on the stoop, his hood pulled up and face lost in shadow, but Harry knew his profile anywhere. Without even thinking, he pushed Remus to the side.

“What are you doing here?”

Draco, always one for the dramatic, lowered his hood and lifted his face into the front porch light. Harry gasped.

“What happened to you?” he said, reaching out and pulling Draco into the foyer.

“My mother. She hit me. Twice.”

Remus leaned forward and looked at Draco’s mouth and cheek.

“They’re not too bad. Why don’t you take him down to the kitchen, Harry, and I’ll go upstairs for some healing potions.”

“Yeah, all right. Come on, Draco.”

Draco followed Harry downstairs, though he was not entirely thrilled with his reception. He supposed he should be happy that Harry had even let him in, but he had really been expecting a lot more cooing and even some snogging when Harry saw his face. He was bleeding, after all.

“You want some tea? Hot chocolate?” Harry asked, making a point not look at Draco.

“Is it real hot chocolate or that powdered shite?”

“I can make you real.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

Draco sat down in one of the old chairs. He was suddenly very exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed somewhere with Harry. Even though he wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen between them, just seeing the Gryffindor put his soul at ease.

Harry bustled around, gathering the ingredients and accoutrements to make Draco’s chocolate.

“Do you like cinnamon in it?”

“Not really, but if you have a bit of vanilla, that would be lovely.”

Harry reached in a cabinet and pulled out a little vial of vanilla extract. The tension in the air was multiplying with each passing second.

“So. Why did you mother hit you? And why are you here at my house at nearly one in the morning. And why did Dumbledore give you this address?”

Draco sighed and leaned forward, elbows on the table and head in his hands.

“I’ll work backwards, if that’s okay.”

Harry shrugged.

“Pansy had a letter from Dumbledore with this address. He told her to give it to me if I showed any interest in seeing you. I assume he’s your Secret Keeper?”

“Yup.”

“Your other two questions sort of go together. My mother hit me because I told her that I am in love with you.”

Harry dropped the vanilla extract on the floor. Draco’s heart did a little two-step.

“She told me that I was no longer her son, called me a filthy animal, slapped me a couple of times and threw me out. I came here because I have no money, no clothes but the ones on my back and nowhere else to go. Oh, and there is the fact that I am in love with you.”

Harry stood at the cooker, stirring Draco’s chocolate for a long time before finally turning and placing it on the table in front of him.

“Draco, I’m sorry your mum acted that way. Did she really chunk you out with nothing?”

“Said there was no way I was going to benefit from her generosity any longer. Fuck, I’m so tired.”

And Draco broke down and cried. The tears took him totally off guard.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m sorry. I’m being a baby,” he sniffled.

But then the thing he’d needed for so long finally happened. Harry wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled his face into his stomach.

“Shhhh. You’re not being a baby. You’ve every right to cry.”

So Draco did. He grabbed two handfuls of Harry’s shirt and sobbed so hard his back hurt.

Harry let him cry himself out before he gently pushed him away.

“Do you still want your hot chocolate?”

Draco nodded and gratefully took the mug in his hands. Harry moved behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

“Don’t worry about anything, ok? I’ll take care of you. I promise,” Harry said. He leaned down and kissed Draco’s temple.

Draco leaned his head back and stared up into Harry’s face.

“It’s only temporary. I’ll get a job and pay you back. I have some money in a trust from my grandmother that I may be able to get. My mother has control of the account until I turn twenty, but maybe I can get a lawyer and get it now.”

Harry stroked his cheek. Then he laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked.

“I promised myself that if you ever did try to get me back that I wasn’t going to just cave in. I was going to make you grovel for at least a week. And here you show up at my house, having told your mother that you’re in love with me of all things, and I just forgive you. Even though you did get snot on my shirt, still, I just bloody fold.”

Draco smiled. “Like a piece of parchment.”

Harry leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

“I think Remus is afraid to come down here, but we need to fix your lip. Hurry and drink that and we’ll go up.”

Draco quickly drank his hot chocolate and handed the mug to Harry.

“That was delicious, by the way. It’s good to know that you have talents outside of the bedroom.”

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco. He put the mug in the sink. When he turned around, Draco threw his arms around him.

“I missed you,” Draco said, voice choked again.

“I missed you, too. You know the best part of this?”

“What?”

“Hot make-up sex.”

“Potter, I swear, more so than any other boy our age I know, you have a one track mind. I’ve been disowned, thrown out of my home, beaten and all you can think of is ravishing me.”

“You’re gorgeous. And it’s been a month or something ridiculous like that. But I can wait one more night. I imagine you want to get some sleep.”

Draco smirked at Harry. “I want to be ravished. After the evening I’ve had, a round of hot make-up sex sounds the very thing.”

Harry leaned forward very slowly and kissed Draco. The kiss turned heated very quickly, causing Draco to hiss in pain. Harry quickly pulled away.

“Sorry. Let’s go fix your lip.”

Draco kissed him gently on the cheek. “Let’s. Thank you, Harry.”

Harry wagged his eyebrows at Draco. “You can thank me after we fix your mouth.”

“Gladly.”

Harry took Draco’s hand and led him upstairs.

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The bottle of healing potion was hovering outside Harry’s bedroom door. Harry took it down with a quick “Finite Incantatum”. Remus popped his head out of his bedroom door.

“Sorry I didn’t bring that down. I didn’t want to interrupt. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, thanks. Oh, um, can I talk to you quickly?” Harry asked, giving Remus a very pointed look. “You know…about what we were discussing earlier?”

Remus sighed. “Yes, yes. Rather timely that conversation, hmmm?”

“What are you talking about?” Draco whispered, leaning into Harry. His eyes flickered fearfully to Remus.

“Nothing,” Harry whispered back. He turned to Remus. “Let me help him with his cuts and I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Remus said. He was trying hard not to giggle.

Harry and Draco stepped into Harry’s bedroom and Draco gasped.

“Oh, Harry. No offense, love, but I cannot live like this.”

Harry looked around at the dirty clothes, bits of parchment, Quidditch and porn magazines and plates with dried bits of food on them that littered his room.

“Um, yes, it is a bit of a mess isn’t it? I’ll clean it tomorrow, I promise. I’ve just been sort of depressed.”

Draco gave him a sharp look. “Remind me to never leave you again if it turns you into an incredible pig.”

Harry pulled Draco close and smiled. “I’ll remind you to never leave me again for a lot of reasons. Mainly because it nearly killed me, you absolutely evil little shite.”

Draco pushed his hips into Harry’s and flicked his tongue across his lower lip.

“Can we just fix my cuts so you can get to ravishing me?”

Harry bit his bottom lip and gave Draco a self-satisfied little “Mmmm.”

“Step into my office,” Harry said, directing Draco to the bathroom.

“I am frightened of how filthy this is going to be,” Draco mumbled.

“You know, for someone who has nowhere else to go, you’re awfully picky about your accommodations,” Harry teased.

The bathroom was just as messy as the bedroom. Grimacing, Draco lowered the toilet seat and sat down on top of it.

“You’ll be cleaning in here as well, then?”

Harry dug in the closet for a clean cloth. “Yes, yes. Ah.”

He pulled out a tattered cloth and poured potion over it. Draco tilted his face to the side, parted his lips and relaxed.

“You look pretty hot all vulnerable like this,” Harry commented as he dabbed potion on Draco’s lip and cheek.

Draco hissed as the potion started to work. “Ow.”

Harry kissed his forehead. “You’re okay.”

Draco lifted Harry’s ratty sleep t-shirt and lightly kissed his stomach. A shiver spilled down Harry’s body.

“Why don’t you heal your cheek? I need to talk to Remus quickly.”

Draco, his hands still on Harry’s hips, smiled up at him. “Alright. Hurry back.”

Harry kissed him. “I will. You just be ready.”

Harry handed over the potion and rushed to Remus’ room. He knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in!”

Harry stuck his head inside. Remus was sitting in the armchair next to his bed, legs crossed, his hands folded in his lap.

“Have a seat, Harry.”

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed. Remus closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and began.

“So. The first thing you need to know is, you must be sure that the person who will be, um, receiving, so to speak, very much wants to be in that position. It is imperative that he be very relaxed.”

“How do you know when they’re relaxed?” Harry asked, brows crinkled together.

“Well, it may take some discussion, but it’s a matter of trust, really. And preparation.”

“Preparation?”

Remus uncrossed and re-crossed his legs. “Yes, Harry, preparation. You said you had done most everything, yes?”

“Um. Yes.”

“Have you had any experience with…that area?”

Harry’s face reddened and he squirmed on the bed. He couldn’t meet Remus’ gaze. Which was probably a good thing, considering Remus was blushing like a schoolboy, too.

“Erm. Just, you know, fingers.”

Remus sighed in relief. “Well, that’s very good. That is really the best way to prepare someone. That or a combination of using your fingers and, er, well, your mouth.”

“Your mouth?!” Harry exclaimed.

“Yes, Harry. Though I’d only advise doing that after a very thorough bath.”

“Oh my god. Did you and Sirius…?”

Remus ran his hands over his face. He straightened his shoulders and tried to look Harry in the face.

“Yes, of course. Most men find it very pleasurable and that is the most important thing to keep in mind when you’re making love to someone. Their pleasure.”

Harry battled a grin and lost. He simply could not imagine Sirius licking someone’s asshole. Remus shot him a dirty look.

“Do you want to hear the rest?”

Harry swallowed several times and finally gained control.

“Yes, very much. I’m sorry, it’s just…”

“Yes, quite. Now, when you get to…well, you know, the second most important thing, besides making sure the bottom is relaxed, is lubrication. Lots of it.”

“I know about that,” Harry said, suddenly embarrassed again.

“Oh. Yes. Fingers. Anyway, what you want to do is, after preparing the bottom, very, very, very slowly ease your…” Remus paused and took a deep breath, which he let out with a shudder, “penis inside. I mean very slowly. It may take several minutes, especially the first time. There will be some discomfort, but if you’re extremely careful, it should be minimal.”

“I don’t want to hurt him!”

“Harry, I don’t need to know who is what in the relationship, if you please. Now, once you work the…head inside, it is much easier. Simply slide the rest of the way and let him adjust. Then, when he’s ready, you can move. Another thought might be to let Dra—the bottom actually be on top, that way they have control over things.”

“That might work. He’s a bit of a control freak.”

“Harry!”

The two men sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, Harry staring at the tops of his feet, Remus rubbing his lips with his fingers.

“Does that answer all of your questions, Harry?” Remus asked, words tumbling from his mouth.

Harry leapt from the bed. “Yes, thanks. Just, um, going to bed now. Good night.”

Harry practically ran from the room.

Remus slumped back in the chair with a loud whoosh of exhaled breath. He looked up.

“Sirius, I’ll never forgive you for that. That should have been your job, you wanker.”

A small smile crept across Remus’ face as somewhere in the distance, he could have sworn he heard Sirius laugh.

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Harry stood outside his bedroom door, heart pounding and head swimming with new information. He reached out for the knob, grasped it tightly and took a deep breath.

“Okay. Preparation…probably not the mouth thing tonight though. Then, lots of lube. Then, slow. Got it, Potter? SLOW. Best not to tell him about the discomfort thing. Alright. You can do this.”

Harry twisted the knob and silently pushed open the door. Soft, snuffly snores wafted from the bed. Draco was curled up, one pillow tucked under his head, the other shoved between his legs. He had all of the covers curled around him like a cocoon. His hair fanned out on the pillow, his mouth was opened slightly, and his breathing was deep and even. He must have fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Harry gently laid down next to him, a sweet smile on his face. He reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over the spot where the cut had been on Draco’s cheek.

“Ah well. Maybe tomorrow night. I love you, wanker,” he whispered to the sleeping blond. His whole body tingled at the words.

“Luf ew, too,” Draco mumbled back. He rubbed his face into the pillow, sighed, and then was still.

Harry placed his hand over Draco’s and watched him sleep. It wasn’t long before he was sleeping too.

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The next morning, Harry found Remus in the kitchen, hiding behind The Daily Prophet.

“Morning,” he mumbled.

“Good morning. How did it go?”

“He fell asleep,” Harry answered.

Remus lowered his paper in distress. “How in Merlin’s name did he fall asleep?”

“No! Before I got back to the room! He had a rough night, so I didn’t wake him. He’s still asleep actually. Thought I’d make him breakfast in bed.”

Remus looked highly relieved. “Oh. Well. Yes. That is a very lovely thing to do, Harry.”

Harry bustled about the kitchen, putting together Draco’s meal. He included a variety of pastries to appeal to Draco’s sweet tooth, some cut fruit, a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. Pleased with his offering, he put it all on a tray and headed upstairs.

“Later then,” he said to Remus.

“Yes, later.”

Harry hoped that the discomfort between he and Remus would dissipate once the whole thing was over.

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“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Harry said, giving Draco a light shake.

Draco grumbled and rolled away from Harry, still in possession of all the blankets and both pillows.

“Come on, Draco. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Draco turned his head back and opened his eyes. He looked suspiciously at Harry over his shoulder.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes. Some sticky pastries and coffee.”

Draco sat up and smiled shyly at Harry.

“Mmmmm. Coffee,” he said.

Harry grinned a lopsided grin and kissed Draco’s cheek before placing the tray across his lap.

“You’ll have to share. I haven’t eaten either.”

“Fair enough, since you made all of this. Sorry I fell asleep last night. You were gone forever.”

Harry ripped off a corner of a croissant and shoved it in Draco’s mouth. Draco bit his fingers.

“Ow! I wasn’t gone that long. You are just a wimp. Besides, I had to talk to Remus about something very important.”

“Oh? What was that? I mean, I show up, offer my body for ravishing, and you disappear. It had better be really important.”

“Sex. How to do it proper.”

Draco choked on his pastry. “You’re discussing our sex life with a werewolf?”

“Don’t act like that, Draco. He is a very good friend and quite capable of explaining the details. He was my godfather’s lover.”

“What?”

“Yes. So, you know, whenever you’re ready.”

“Harry!”

“What? We’re living together now, it only makes sense that we should have sex. I mean, if you’re scared to bottom, that’s fine, I’ll do it.”

“I’m not scared, but I just woke up. Merlin!”

“Sorry. I just thought, you know, after we eat…maybe we could take a shower and then…” Harry leaned over and kissed Draco’s neck.

As much as Draco protested, his cock showed definite signs of life at the prospect.

“Yeah, alright. Why don’t we shower after? Doesn’t that make more sense?”

Harry diverted his eyes and took a bite of croissant.

“Er, no, not really. If we’re going to, you know, do it, we need a bath. A thorough one, apparently. Especially you.”

Draco looked completely confused. “I always bathe thoroughly. What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing, just forget it. Hurry up and eat so I can shag you.”

“Harry!”

Harry wagged his eyebrows at Draco and they both laughed. They did, however, eat considerably faster.

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Unable to wait, Harry went down on Draco in the shower. Draco leaned back against the wall and tried to relax, but it had been quite sometime.

“Harry, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

Harry looked up and grinned. “It’s okay. As long as I stay up.”

“You prat,” Draco muttered, but he did not protest when Harry went back to what he was doing. Draco came in minutes.

Harry stood and kissed him hotly. “Turn around,” he told the blond. Draco did as he was told.

“What are you doing—Harry!”

Harry’s soapy fingers were scrubbing around Draco’s entry.

“Just making sure. Now, rinse.” Harry stood aside while Draco did as he was told, a slight blush on his face and chest.

“You don’t have to be so embarrassing!”

“Sorry. Can we go to the bed now?”

Draco nodded and stepped out of the shower. Harry turned off the water and followed him to the bed.

“Ok, um, Remus had a really good idea. He said that maybe you should be on top—”

“I thought I was bottoming.”

“You are, but this way, you’re in control and I don’t hurt you.”

“It’s going to hurt?” Draco blanched.

“Not if we do it this way. That’s why it’s better. But I have to, um, prepare you. So I was thinking about it –”

“I bet you were,” Draco said, one eyebrow raised.

“And I was thinking it’d work out best if you, er, got on all fours. That way, when you’re ready, I can just crawl underneath you and you’ll be set.”

Draco looked confused again. “Harry, can’t you just reach around?”

Harry, obviously nervous, pushed Draco on the bed. “Just do it, Malfoy. You’ll understand in a minute.”

Draco pushed himself on all fours. “What are you going to do, Potter?”

Harry jumped on the bed and moved behind Draco. He stood up on his knees and began running his hands over Draco’s ass.

“Just trust me, ok? Now, reach over there and hand me my wand.”

Draco did. He gave Harry one more uncertain look over his shoulder, then went down on his elbows.

“Whatever you say, Potter. Just remember, I’ll kill you if you do anything…unnatural. Like stick that wand up my arse.”

Harry was having a hard time breathing. Draco, ass up and panting, was a delicious sight.

“I know you will. That’s why you have nothing to worry about. Just relax. It’s important.”

Draco lowered his forehead to the mattress and took several deep breaths while Harry kneaded his cheeks.

“Alright. Do your worst. I’m ready.”

Harry leaned over and kissed each of Draco’s cheeks. “Not yet, you’re not.”

Harry steadily worked his thumbs inward towards Draco’s entrance, relaxing him in degrees and getting him used to the feel of being spread. Harry was also taking the time to convince himself that he could actually put his mouth there. But as Draco became more and more excited, Harry found that he actually wanted to do it. He began by sucking the tender spots on either side of Draco’s ass, just where it curved into his legs. Draco’s response to this was very positive; he moaned loudly and pushed back into Harry’s face. Then, Harry licked along Draco’s perineum, something he’d done before, but it was a much closer call in this position.

“Harry!” Draco gasped.

Harry did it again. And again. And finally, instead of stopping short, he licked straight up to Draco’s hole.

“Fuck! Harry!”

Harry pulled back at once. “Do you like it?”

“Are you bloody well kidding?!”

Harry grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

What Harry lacked in expertise, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He was forced to stop only when Draco threatened to come again. He quickly lubed his fingers and began using them on Draco instead.

“Draco, I want you so bad. It’s all I can do not to just shag you like this. You’re beautiful.”

Draco was. His whole body was rosy and glistening with sweat. His eyes glittered like kaleidoscopes from underneath his lashes.

“I’m ready, Harry.”

“You are?”

“Yes.”

Harry quickly abandoned what he was doing and slid underneath Draco’s spread legs. He flipped onto his back at once.

“You probably need more lube.”

“Yeah, ok,” Draco replied. He sat back on Harry’s erection, sliding it between his cheeks. Harry’s head snapped back and he moaned.

“I just want to get used to the idea first,” Draco panted.

Harry was gripping Draco’s thighs. “Take your time,” he huffed.

Draco slid over Harry a couple of more times, then lifted off him again. He grabbed his wand and spelled his hands, then stroked the lube onto Harry’s arousal.

“Mmmm, okay, Draco? When I said take your time, I sort of didn’t mean it literally. I’m about to burst!”

“Don’t you dare, Potter! Okay, okay, here we go.”

Anchoring his hands on Harry’s stomach, Draco leaned himself back. Instinctively, Harry reached down and held himself in place, helping Draco guide himself where he needed to be.

Draco pushed down ever so slightly. Harry gasped and shuddered.

“I’m not going to make it, Draco,” he whispered harshly.

“Potter, if you shoot before I even get all the way down, I’ll hex you. Understand? Think about Snape in his pants or something.”

Harry’s eyes flew open. “Don’t ever mention Snape when we’re about to have sex ever again. Understand?”

Draco grinned. “Did it work?”

“Yes,” Harry said with a scowl. Draco pushed down a little further. Harry gasped all over again.

“Alright, Harry?”

“Fine. You?” Harry squeaked.

Draco pushed down a little more, hissed, and quickly raised himself a bit.

“Doing good. Just stay with me.”

Harry’s fingers dug deeper into Draco’s thighs.

“Trying.”

Draco moved back and forth several more times, then with one final push, he seated himself fully.

Harry let out a string of curse words that would have made Mundungus blush. Draco’s coffee cup and orange juice glass shattered on the floor.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes fluttered open and they stared at each other while Draco adjusted to the new sensation.

“What now?” Draco joked. He leaned forward and gave Harry a sweet kiss on the lips.

“You move and I imagine I come immediately.”

“That good, huh?”

Harry nodded.

Draco moved, and as predicted, Harry came almost immediately. But Draco knew his boyfriend all too well. He barely moved, letting Harry recover. Just as Draco knew he would, Harry was hard again almost as quickly as he’d come.

“Now we’re set,” he said, smiling down at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said weakly.

Draco pulled Harry’s hands off his thighs and took them in his own. Still smiling down at Harry, he rocked slowly, Harry pushing back against him. They stayed this way for a few minutes.

“Draco? Can we flip? Can I be on top?”

“Yeah.”

Carefully, they flipped over. After settling in, Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s back and Harry started pumping into him.

“Fuck, Harry,” Draco panted.

“Does that feel good at all? I’m not hurting you am I?”

“No, no, it’s good. Lift up so I can touch myself.”

Harry did. Draco groaned beneath him and bucked against him.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m gonna come.”

Harry moved faster and finished him off. The sight of Draco shooting all over the place pushed Harry into his second orgasm of the day. Afterwards, he fell on top of Draco in a heap.

“I guess it wasn’t so bad then?”

“Honestly Harry, it was a lot better than I thought. I think me being on top was brilliant.”

“Remus’ idea,” Harry panted.

Draco groaned. “Okay, never talk about that werewolf when we’re in bed either. Deal?”

Harry laughed and snuggled into Draco’s neck. “Deal.”