bottom_draco | Fest Fic: Brew a Bottle of Love (Part 3), George/Draco, (NC-17)

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2 months to go…

Tired and exhausted, Draco closed the door of the cellar behind him. The shop was filled with thick shadows and Draco’s eyes needed a moment to grow accustomed to the darkness. He pulled out his wand before the contours of shelves became visible, casting a quick Lumos and heading for the door.

With a cling the tip of his foot hit something. Draco frowned and illuminated a bottle rolling over the floor. Swinging his wand to the right he followed a trace of bottles to the stairs and found George sitting on the bottom step.

“Boss?” Draco poked George with his wand but the shock of red hair only rolled from one shoulder to the other. “Did you drink all of these? George?” He used his wand to lift George’s chin and gazed into bloodshot eyes.

“No, it’s my birthday. We chelebrated,” George slurred. “We chelebrated without my brother. I’ma never do that again… It’s no fun.”

Draco ignored George’s on-going speech and looked around. Had the others left without making sure that George found his bed? Or had George crawled out of his bed again?

“My Draco Darling wasn’t there either,” George mumbled and stuck out his hands to Draco. “I miss my Draco Darling.”

“Oh, Salazar…” Draco ran a hand through his hair while George motioned with waggling fingers for him to sit onto his lap. “I’ll take you upstairs. Come…” Draco swung his arm under George’s and grabbed a handful of robes to yank him to his feet.

George staggered dangerously and swung his arm around Draco’s shoulder for support. Then he apparently gave up the idea of moving and let himself sag. Draco groaned under the weight but tried his best to drag George up the stairs.

Spending ten months in a cellar brewing potions was not the best preparation to carry another man to the third floor. George lay painfully heavy on Draco’s shoulder, and almost dropped to the floor as Draco could only steady him with one hand when he used the other to open the door to George’s flat.

“Oh, Draco…” George grinned into the light of Draco’s wand. “Care to join me on the floor?”

“Rather not,” Draco said and pulled George into the flat. He had never been here and the light was not bright enough to show him any details. He looked for the bedroom door and was quite sure that he had found the right one when George started giggling like a little school-girl.

“You prefer the bed, eh?” George freed himself from Draco’s grip and stumbled forward. A loud bang later and he was spread out on the floor, having missed the bed by a few inches. Moaning, George rolled onto his back, all fours stretched out. “The floor, again! I don’t fucking care!” His loud voice woke what Draco immediately recognised as the squeaks of pygmy puffs. Now he knew where those had gone. It had to be horrible to sleep next to them.

“Well, then…” Draco watched with raised eyebrows as George wriggled out of his robes. “Sleep on the floor if you must. Good night.” He wanted to leave – really wanted to go home and live his boring life – but George began muttering.

“Don’t… please, don’t go…” He got caught in his robes when he tried to stand up, dangerously swaying. Draco dived over to support him, just at the right moment to catch George. “Don’t leave me alone, Draco. Please, I don’t want to be alone today…”

Draco closed his eyes for a moment, but as George tried to hug him, he pushed him away. This time, George ended up lying on the bed. Draco helped him out of his trousers, simultaneously trying to ignore George’s lascivious comments.

“Stay down,” Draco demanded when George tried again to sit up. He pulled the blanket over George’s body and pressed him into the mattress by his shoulders. “Fuck, George. You’re more annoying than a bloody baby.”

“Shorry…” George’s arms were finally trapped under the blanket. He stayed still, but his huge, tear-filled eyes were trained on Draco, eerily resembling to a puppy. Draco smiled. He sat on the edge of the bed and started stroking George’s hair.

“You should sleep,” he suggested, wiping thick drops of sweat from George’s forehead.

George’s eyes flickered to the clock on the bedside table. He shook his head vigorously and his hand twitched, but stayed under the blanket. Draco reached under the fabric to entwine their fingers.

“Why not?” Draco could not believe what he was doing. George had treated him like dirt and now he was sitting at his side, holding his hand. Draco had never felt more pathetic.

George’s lips were quaking and he seemed to have trouble opening his mouth. “Fred…” His voice was barely more than a shaky breath.

“Your first birthday without him, I understand.”

A tear escaped George’s eyes. He shut them tightly while Draco wiped the drop away.

“I mish him so much,” George muttered.

Draco wished he knew what to say, but he was a horrible consoler. “I’m sure he misses you, too.”

George made a noise that sounded extremely similar to a laugh, but also shared a few similarities to crying. He rolled over and buried his face in Draco’s lap. Unsure where to put his hands, Draco watched George shedding bitter tears into his lap. It hurt to see him like this. Draco had not known that George was still fighting the grief he felt because of his brother’s death and that he had been suffering so heavily.

“It’s okay, George. I’m here,” Draco said, gently stroking George’s neck. He moved his hands down to Geroge’s tensed shoulders and massaged them carefully. George was still wearing a thin shirt and Draco was relieved that he did not have to resist a bare torso. With George’s warm face so close to his groin, Draco’s determination to continue hating George melted into a puddle of longing.

George’s breathing slowed down and when Draco turned him over onto his back, George had fallen asleep. Draco made sure that George was fully covered with the blanket before he prepared to leave.

But George moaned, his face grimacing in his sleep, despair and loneliness marring his face. Lonely, yes. The soft squeaks of the drowsy pygmy puffs probably gave George a feeling of not being alone in this flat. Draco could not imagine how hard the loss of a twin had to be. George had never been alone before and suddenly… Draco could not leave now. Especially when George moaned his name.

Draco sighed, cursing himself for walking back to the bed. He sat back down at George’s side and took his hand. The touch seemed to help George calm down, and after Draco brushed a quick kiss on his knuckles, George’s expression became more peaceful than Draco had seen over the past months.

He wished he could always make George feel this way. But despite the fact that he did not want to hurt George, his name and fate took care of that. Draco could not change what he had done, and when George would be unable to forgive him, then this would never work…

Still, Draco gave into the desire to lie down next to George. Primarily, he had tried to pull George into his arms, but ended up lying beside him. He watched George, held his hand and scooted closer. With his temple nestled on George’s shoulder, Draco fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again he found himself being watched by George. Sunlight flooded the room and everything seemed not only brighter but better. For one wonderful moment Draco could only smile with bliss.

George brushed his knuckles over Draco’s cheek. “Morning,” he rasped and then kissed Draco’s forehead as though it was the most normal thing to do.

Draco stared at him, too sleepy to cover his uncertainty, and when George smiled back at him – also too sleepy to cover the affection in his eyes – Draco snuggled closer to him.

“Good morning,” he said and for the first time in months the words did not taste like a lie on his tongue. “Did you sleep well?”

George kissed him again. “Yes.” And again. “With you by my side.” He grabbed Draco’s chin and lifted it up. “Thank you for staying,” he said before kissing Draco tenderly on the mouth. Draco returned the kiss, his hand slipping into George’s messy red hair and pulling the thick, soft strands in tufts when, without warning, George rolled him over.

The blanket magnified the quickly building heat between them. Draco had to pull away from George’s lips, before he lost himself in the pleasant warmth.

“That doesn’t mean…” George’s finger closed his lips.

“I’m sorry.” George traced his finger over the contours of Draco’s mouth. “So, so sorry. I was an idiot.”

Draco nodded, but guessed by George’s expectant stare it was his turn to say something. He shrugged. “I won’t say that I was an idiot, too. I wasn’t.”

“Not much,” George corrected. He caught Draco’s snort in his palm, covering his mouth completely while looking intensely into Draco’s eyes. “Let’s try it again, Draco. Come on…”

Draco pulled George’s hand from his mouth. “You’re still my boss.”

“Would you hate two months full of special advantages?” George jokingly waggled his eyebrows, but Draco was definitely not in the mood for jokes.

“Do you honestly think you’d be ready for this?”

George’s features returned to an unflattering seriousness. But his words made up for it. “Yeah… yes, I do. I care about you, Draco. Too much to let you go again. And time’s running out…”

“I’m sure you’d get over it,” Draco replied and tried to get up before George could notice that he was blushing.

George’s hand landed on his shoulder and pressed him back onto the mattress. Draco was unable to move, trapped between George’s arms and buried underneath his heavy body. The redness crawling over his face was certainly visible by now.

“You’ve ruined my declaration,” George said, adding confusion to Draco’s embarrassment.

“Declaration?” Draco asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll never know now…” George let his gaze travel over Draco’s body and back up to his face. A malicious smile crept onto his face. “Except you stay. For more than two months…”

“I think…” Draco drew in a sharp breath. George could not wait for him to finish his answer, hands running all over Draco’s body to undress him. Draco arched into George’s mouth that was hovering only inches above him. “We could at least try.”

George grinned widely. “Brilliant.” He greedily took Draco’s mouth, still smiling, and ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew across the room and fell soundly to the floor, but received not the slightest bit of attention…

~*~
1 month to go…

Draco moaned.

His fingers dug into the twisted sheets and he buried his face in George’s neck, clinging with one arm and both legs to him. Warm breath skated over Draco’s neck and dried the wet film George’s tongue had left there shortly before. Now George’s teeth bit into his shoulder and forced Draco to throw his head back – panting, moaning, whimpering.

Draco pushed back against the hips that slammed forcefully against him. The first thrust still throbbed through Draco’s body, but the steadily increasing pressure and pleasure caused by George’s frantic movements made up for any previous rough treatment. It felt good, incredibly good, and it was definitely not allowed to feel even better.

George seemed to be close, his thrusts becoming more erratic and his speed quickening. It was already too much for Draco’s body, and just the slight brush of George’s hand was enough to shove him over the edge. He would have felt pathetic if his mind had not been busy with the overwhelming feeling that seemed to soar through his entire body.

George’s teeth finally released Draco’s shoulder and his mouth found Draco’s, which waited impatiently and for what felt like an eternity for the kiss. Violently thrusting his tongue forward, George tried to devour Draco’s mouth, but he met equivalent resistance. Draco rocked harder against George, clenching his muscles just when George was close to take control over their kiss. George moaned and shoved hard against Draco, finding his release and cursing into Draco’s mouth.

Panting, he collapsed onto Draco, who generously wrapped his arms around George. Draco kissed George’s shoulder and traced his fingers over George’s sweaty back. Once, while they had lain like this together, he had tried to count all of the freckles covering George’s body, but his impatient boss had rushed to work before he was finished. Draco decided that it was time for another try…

“Oh, crap…” George had looked at the clock on the bedside table.

“I wouldn’t say it was that bad…” Draco turned George’s face back to him, pursing his lips in anticipation. George chuckled against Draco’s mouth and kissed him sensuously. Draco wrapped his legs back around George’s waist, forcing him closer.

“I…” George groaned at the contact of their hips. “The shop, Draco,” was all he managed to say between their heated kisses.

Draco shook his head, but George still tried to get up. Determined, Draco shoved George away and onto his back, rolling onto his comfortable body as fast as possible. He splayed his hands on George’s chest.

“You are the boss, George,” Draco said with a smirk. “Let your employees take care of the shop.”

“You are aware of the fact that I’m also your boss, aren’t you? Because you spend way too much time distracting me instead of being in your cellar.”

“I still finish my potions,” Draco said. “And distracting you is very good for the atmosphere at work.”

“Oh, what am I going to do when you’re gone?” George’s amusement disappeared. “Draco?”

“Yes?”

George seemed to have trouble with the question. He had tried to ask it for weeks now and always turned into a coward shortly before asking. Draco would say yes, but that did not mean he wanted to make this easy for George. It was too amusing to watch him struggling from of a simple question.

“Would you… I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to…” George had to clear his throat to manage the last words. “…keep working here after your community service is over?”

Draco faked a surprised expression, then let uncertainty worry George, and at last smiled. “Sure.”

George beamed happily, shot up into an upright position and grabbed Draco’s hips. They kissed, arms wrapped around each other. Draco rutted teasingly against George and took advantage of the rebuilding desire between them to keep George in bed a few more minutes.

George could not resist any longer and threw Draco back onto the mattress, moving to within only an inch from Draco’s mouth when someone knocked against the door.

“George? Are you still in there?” The Weasel. The bloody annoying Weasel. Draco rolled his eyes when George immediately pulled away and did not seem to care about Draco’s tightening grip around his shoulders.

“Don’t you dare come in, Ron,” he yelled to the door.

Draco smirked. George looked at him and he knew exactly what Draco was up to, but did not stop him.

“Oh, George…” Draco said in a quiet and soft voice, adding his most delicious moan, and from the way George bit his lips he could guess that Ron could wait there forever. That stupid Weasel could just not stop knocking. Draco threw his head back into the pillows and shouted, “Oh fuck, oh Merlin, yes! George!”

The knocking stopped promptly. Silence followed in which George had trouble in preventing himself from laughing and Draco gave a loud moan from time to time.

“I come back later,” the Weasel finally called, the noises of quick footsteps walking away following.

Draco burst into laughter when George looked at him, clearly trying hard for a serious face.

“Hey…” George flicked his fingers against Draco’s forehead. “That’s not funny. Why don’t you moan like that in bed with me?”

“Well, make me,” Draco demanded and spread his legs invitingly.

George growled like a hungry animal and his eyes darkened with desire the closer he leant towards Draco. “I’m so bloody glad we moved the pygmy puffs back to the cellar. They’d be traumatised forever if they had to watch this.”

Draco wanted to laugh, but George kissed him before a single noise could escape him.

~*~

The end…

“Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. You’re officially a free man now,” Percy Weasley said after checking the papers Draco had just signed. They smiled at each other; Draco could not stop smiling today and most people seemed unable to not return the gesture. “May I ask what you plan for your future? If you still have trouble finding an occupation I might be able to arrange something at the Ministry.” Quite obviously he adjusted the badge on his chest and Draco had to suppress a chuckle because George had hexed the badge this morning. The ‘Minister’s Personal Pet’ had not noticed the change of his position until now.

“George offered to have me stay,” Draco said in a voice he hoped was factual. “And I said yes.”

“That is wonderful, Mr. Malfoy.” Percy Vanished the parchments and formed a small triangle with his fingers on the table. “Truly, it is wonderful. I haven’t seen George this happy since… well, you know. I think he really likes you.”

Draco nodded as if he were in slow motion. He actually believed that George did a little more than just “liking” him. And it felt good to believe in that. Whatever had grown between them over the past year did not make just George happy.

“I do like him, too,” Draco said quietly. He shook Percy’s hand and left him with a frown when he left the office. George was waiting in the hallway for him.

“And?” George took Draco’s hand and leant down for a short kiss.

Draco had planned to play a little joke on George, but he could not stop smiling. “Percy said I’m a free man. Am I free, George?”

“Hmm… nope.” George entwined their fingers and walked confidently next to Draco Malfoy through the corridors. “You’re forced to go out for dinner with me now.”

“Oh…” Full of curiosity, Draco searched fruitlessly for any hints for their destination in George’s face. “That sounds really horrible.”

George grinned and turned his head as if to kiss Draco. “Did he notice anything?”

Draco’s expectantly pursed lips quirked in confusion. When he realised what George meant he started laughing and shook his head.

“Good,” George said and finally gave Draco the kiss he had been waiting for. “While you were in there I got a wonderful idea…”

“I’m not wearing a pet-badge,” Draco said.

“But everyone should know who you belong to!”

“I said no.” Draco walked faster and dragged George after him.

“Oh, that is so mean.” George stopped suddenly out of nowhere. With a sudden jerk he pulled Draco against his chest. “Then I’ll have to show everyone…”

Draco flushed with a prickling mixture of happiness and embarrassment when George pressed their mouths together. In front of several people, not in a moistly cellar or a place enveloped by thick darkness. This was definitely proof enough that George was actually serious about them. And Draco allowed himself to love him for this.

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This one is really cute story. I like that it's light-heart and so easy to read. But I wish you would explore more of what George and Draco felt about each other. Overall it's a good bed time story :)

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Fest Fic: Brew a Bottle of Love (Part 3), George/Draco, (NC-17)

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