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Fest Fic: Time in a Bottle Part 1
Mod's Note I think I may have missed a day so here are two stories.
Title: Time in a Bottle
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rubytuesday5681
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bottom_draco Fest #067 “Kissing in the rain”; Theme of fest: “Time”
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: This is a love story
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. It all belongs to JKR.
Warning(s): Fluff, schmoop, and more fluff. EWE.
Word Count: About 17,000
Beta(s):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
emansil_08, avenalanon
Author's Notes: This story was partially inspired by the Jim Croce song “Time in a Bottle” which can be heard here on youtube.
MOD'S WARNING: There is a Draco rimming Harry scene.
Time in a Bottle
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with
++++++++++++++++++++++++
Draco needs a time turner.
Most days begin with this thought. Most days end with this thought as well.
A time turner would solve everything.
Unfortunately for Draco, the Ministry has become even more restrictive about issuing them recently. The likelihood of Draco being granted one is practically nil.
So no time turner.
So Draco gets up in the dark, again. And with a steaming mug of coffee, sits down at his desk to get in a few hours of tedious paperwork before he is due to be in his office at Gringotts.
Coffee. Draco used to loathe coffee. He believed it to be the most low-brow of beverages. But on the first day of his internship at Gringotts, seven years ago, the first piece of advice that Bill Weasley gave him was learn to drink coffee. Bill had assured him that he would never get through his internship training without it.
Bill had been right. The training was intense. Sixteen hour days were not unusual and Draco had to work extra hard to prove himself after the War, so he had learned to drink coffee.
Now, he can’t imagine how he could cope without it.
*-*-*
The large clock in the entrée hall of the bank has just finished chiming Ten O’clock when there is a knock on Draco’s office door.
“Come,” he barks.
Brapts, the head Customer Service Goblin sticks his head in the door and says, “Problem with the Potter account.”
“The Potter account?” Draco says, surprised. “No one’s tried to access that account in years.”
“That’s the problem, Sir,” Brapts explains. “Potter is here and wants access to his vault, but the account has been inactive so long that we need your signature for approval.”
Draco rises from his desk chair and follows Brapts out into the main hall.
“You will also have to accompany him down, Sir,” Brapts tells him as they walk. “I doubt anything but the master key will open that vault now.”
As they round the corner into the main hall, Draco sees Harry Potter in person for the first time in seven years. Draco has to pause for a moment to take in the sight before he approaches the counter.
Potter looks good, very good. He has filled out and grown a bit and is no longer the scrawny boy that Draco remembers from school. Gone are the silly spectacles from school days. They have been replaced by sleek, rimless frames that seem to highlight the intensity of Potter’s green eyes, rather than hide it. The inky black hair is still a mess, but somehow it seems to complete the picture that Draco sees before him. The honored Auror, just returned from a lengthy foreign assignment, highly respected, but still doesn’t give enough of a damn to do something about his hair.
Potter is looking around the hall, likely noting the changes that have been made in the décor since his last time here.
Draco hears Brapts cough pointedly and say, “Sir?”
That’s when Potter looks in his direction and their eyes meet. Draco is pierced by the intensity of the stare and it’s a moment before he can school his features enough to finally approach the counter.
“Good morning Mr. Potter, I hadn’t heard that you were back in England.”
“Morning Malfoy,” Potter nods. “Just got back today.”
“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. We should be able to get this sorted out quickly.”
“What exactly is the problem with my account?” Potter asks, not unkindly.
“When an account has been inactive for more than three years, a hold is placed on it for security purposes. If you are going to be back in England for a while, we can reactivate your account today so that you will be able to access it freely again,” Draco explains.
Potter nods. “That sounds fine. I have no plans to be out of the country again any time soon.”
“Wonderful,” Draco says, smiling. “I’ll just sign the override so that you can access your vault today and then we’ll have a couple of papers for you to sign to reactivate the account.”
Draco signs the override forms that Brapts has ready for him.
“Now, if you’ll follow me, we can go down to the vaults.” Draco begins walking down the hallway and motions for Potter to follow him.
Draco feels Potter’s eyes on him as they ride down to the largest vaults. He is somewhat discomfited by it. He meets Potter’s eyes and gives what he hopes comes off as a cordial smile and asks, “So, what exotic locale did your glamorous work take you to this time, Potter?”
Potter smirks. “You know I can’t tell you that, Malfoy.”
Draco nods. “So I suppose I’ll just read about it in the Prophet when you are up for your next Medal of Honor?”
Potter shrugs. “If the mission is unclassified at that time, I suppose so.” Potter looks at Draco with some tightness around his eyes, it’s an almost-smiling expression that includes a slight pursing of the lips.
Draco considers those lips. They are dry and slightly cracked, but full and inviting at the same time.
Draco thinks Potter must notice his stare because his tongue darts out momentarily to wet his lips. As his pink tongue retreats back into his mouth, the top and bottom lips get caught on one another for a tantalizing second before returning to normal.
The car halts and Draco jumps as he realises they have reached Potter’s vault.
They exit the car and approach the vault. Draco reaches the door first and mutters an incantation to check the wards that haven’t been modified in over three years, since the last time that Potter was home in England between Auror assignments. Draco wasn’t in his current position then and was not present when Potter accessed his vaults.
Draco gestures to Potter and explains, “See that there are two keyholes now? The upper one appears after the vault hasn’t been accessed in two years. That one’s for my master key. You will have to use your key in the bottom at the same time I use mine in the top.”
Potter nods and Draco says, “On my count. One-two-three.”
They each slide their keys in at the exact same time and Draco feels the magic swirling around him as the ancient wards hum to life for a moment and then quiet. They turn their keys and with an audible clank the locks give way and the massive door opens.
They pull out their keys and Potter asks, “Why is the upper key hole still there?”
Draco pockets his key in his robe. “That keyhole is warded directly to the activation paperwork. Once the reactivation papers have your signature on them, it will disappear.”
Potter nods and enters the vault.
Draco hangs back to give the man privacy, but can’t help but admire Potter’s arse. It’s hard to tell for sure in this light, but Draco can see that the swell of muscle is impressive and Draco wonders what Potter’s been doing on these Auror missions to keep himself in such good shape.
Potter fills three bags with coins before magically shrinking them to fit in his pocket. When he’s finished, it takes both of their keys to lock the door again.
On the way back up it’s Potter who is curious. “So Malfoy, Director of Security at Gringotts, not a bad gig, eh?”
It’s Draco’s turn to shrug. “I like it.”
“How long have you had this position? I don’t remember seeing you when I came to withdraw before my last assignment.”
“I’ve only been in this position for about a year. Before that, I was working in ward development. You don’t see much daylight in that job,” Draco says, smirking.
“That explains why I didn’t see you, then.”
Draco nods.
When they reach ground level, Draco ushers Potter into his office to sign the necessary paperwork. It’s not strictly required for them to do this paperwork in Draco’s office. They could do it at the counter in the main hall. But Draco finds that he doesn’t want to lose Potter as a captive audience just yet.
It only takes a few moments for Draco to produce the papers from his file and then Potter is signing them.
Draco watches Potter’s hands as he holds the papers in place and signs them. He notices about a dozen tiny little white scars on each hand and wonders what they are from.
Potter catches Draco in his stare as he is finishing his last signature and eyes him curiously as he hands the pile of papers back to Draco.
Draco blinks and snaps himself out of his trance to take the papers. “I will file these today and then everything should be in order for your account to be fully active and available to you again.”
Potter nods and rises from the chair where he had sat to sign the papers.
Draco comes out from behind his desk to escort Potter out when his curiosity gets the better of him. “So, no immediate plans for any more super secret foreign assignments?” He hopes his tone doesn’t sound as pitifully hopeful to Potter as it does to himself.
Potter smiles. “Nope, I’ve actually just accepted a permanent assignment in London, so I’ll be around for a while.”
They arrive at the front and as Draco reaches a hand out to grab the doorknob, he raises an eyebrow at Potter and says, “So I suppose I will be seeing you around?”
“I suppose you will, Malfoy,” Potter says, winks, and is gone.
Draco stands for a moment, feeling the breeze that comes in the door as it swings shut behind Potter’s departure.
Dear Merlin, he thinks, I don’t have time for this.
*-*-*
It’s half past nine before Draco is finally cleaning up his office, getting ready to leave that night. He locks up behind him and walks down the corridor to the main hall. The building is silent and his footsteps echo eerily on the marble floors as he walks. Only security sconces are still lit, set way back into recesses in the walls.
Draco does this walk at least two or three nights a week. The Goblins are fond of holding meetings a Four O’clock on weekdays. Draco almost always gets behind in his day’s work in preparation for the meetings. Most everyone else leaves after the meetings are done. But not Draco. He’d rather stay and finish up whatever work was missed in place of the meeting so that he can start fresh the next day and not feel behind.
When Draco reaches the front steps, he turns back toward the building to silently, wandlessly check to the wards. The last person out is supposed to do this each night. Draco has got quite good at it.
Finding no problems, he turns, walks down the steps and has a decision to make. He is bloody beat, but he doesn’t feel ready yet to go home. It has become habit to have dinner and drinks at the Leaky each night after work, a ritual he often skips on meeting nights when he orders his dinner to eat in his office while he finishes up
Tonight, though, he feels the pull of the pub, even though he’s already eaten. He wants to unwind. Making up his mind, he turns in the opposite direction of his flat and heads toward the Leaky Cauldron.
*-*-*
It’s darker than Draco is used to when he enters the pub. He remembers belatedly that Tom turns the lights down around nine and Draco is usually gone by then.
He heads for his usual spot at the end of the bar, but stops when he sees Harry Potter sitting alone in the corner.
Potter is looking at him, Draco feels as if he must have been since Draco came in the door. After a second or two of Draco’s returned gaze, Potter smiles bemusedly and beckons him over with his hand.
Draco walks over and takes a seat across from Potter and finally, tentatively returns the smile.
Harry gestures for Tom to come over and when he does, asks, “What are you drinking, Malfoy?”
“Ogden’s, straight up,” Draco tells Tom, who nods, as this is Draco’s typical drink.
Draco watches Tom walk away and feels at a loss. He doesn’t know what to say to Potter. He finally drags his gaze back to look at the man seated across from him and Potter solves his conundrum by speaking first.
“You look tired, Malfoy,” he observes.
Draco smiles wryly. “It’s been a long day.”
“Did you just come from work?” Potter sounds incredulous.
Draco nods. “We had a late meeting and I got stuck finishing up some projects that are coming due. Surely, as an Auror, you are no stranger to late nights?” Draco asks.
Potter shrugs. “True, but I always expected that in my line of work. I didn’t realise the hours were quite so harsh in banking.”
Draco scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I am not so much in the banking field as I am in the security field. The responsibilities are a bit different.”
Draco’s drink floats over and he is relieved to finally have it. He drinks nearly half of it in the first gulp.
Potter is quiet now and Draco thinks it must be his turn to spur the conversation.
He taps his fingers on the table a few times. “Glad to be back in England?”
Potter nods at first, then shakes his head the tiniest bit before finally shrugging. He takes a swallow of what looks to be firewhisky and stretches his arms up over his head while he answers. “Too soon to tell, I think. I’ve only just got back and still not exactly sure how I feel about it.” Potter lets his arms drop. “I was tired of being away, but I’m still not convinced that coming back to England was the right choice, either.”
“What were your other options?”
Potter is rubbing as his wrists now as he speaks. “There were a couple of permanent assignments I could have taken abroad as a Liaison with the local D.M.L.E.s. One was in Chicago and one in Istanbul.”
“But you decided to come home?”
Potter plants his hands on the table and rubs at the smooth wood. “All I knew for sure was that I wanted something permanent. But, honestly, I guess I’ve been missing home for a while now.”
“So you’re back.”
“So I’m back.” Potter nods and gives that bemused smile again. “I can’t tell yet if so much has changed that it won’t feel like home anymore. The longest I’ve been home before this was two weeks between assignments.”
Draco cocks his head to the side for a moment and considers Potter’s congenial air. “Things don’t change too quickly in the Wizarding World, Potter. I think you’ll find that the essential elements are basically the same.” Draco smiles back at Potter now and can’t help it when one of his eyebrows rises.
Potter’s smile gets wider as he takes in Draco’s expression. “I guess I made the right choice, then.”
Suddenly, Potter is standing and pulling on his cloak. He calls for Tom to start a new tab for him and put his firewhisky on it. Then he looks at Draco. “Sorry I can’t stay later, Malfoy, but the new job starts tomorrow.”
Potter comes around the table and stops in front of Draco. Draco looks up as Potter reaches a hand down and lays it on the side of Draco’s face. “It was good to see you,” Potter says quietly, “We should do it again.”
Draco nods as Potter’s hand falls off his face and then Potter is leaving, walking out the door of the pub and into the cold night.
*-*-*
Draco sees Potter’s green eyes behind his lids when he closes his eyes to sleep that night. He has this vague awareness all night and it’s as if Potter’s eyes and face are somehow floating over, and infiltrating all of his dreams.
He wakes with a painful hard on and doesn’t even try to stop the images that come when he wanks with Potter in mind. He comes harder than he has in ages and doesn’t scourgify the sheets, instead he has his house elf change them.
Once he has sat down at his desk with his coffee, he finds that the grey morning light is chasing him as he can’t concentrate and doesn’t accomplish half of what he had planned for this morning before heading in to work.
Fucking Potter and his fucking eyes and lips.
Fuck.
*-*-*
Draco is already at his desk when his Daily Prophet arrives. On the front cover is a lengthy article about Potter. It details his Auror career thus far. Expatriate assignments in Singapore, Argentina, Anchorage, Cairo, and Hong Kong made up the first five years of his career. No details are available on his whereabouts the last two years as these assignments are still considered classified.
The article doesn’t mention what Draco considers to be the most important act Potter has done since the end of 8th year at Hogwarts. Potter testified at Draco’s and his parent’s trials after the war, keeping the three of them out of Azkaban. The worst of the punishment had been Lucius’ house arrest for three years. Aside from that, only minor monetary reparations were called for by the Ministry and precious few of their possessions were seized. Additionally, Draco and his mother were required to do five hundred hours of community service each.
Draco found that he actually enjoyed the community service. After his required hours were finished, he started the Malfoy Foundation, an independent community service agency committed to helping children in need.
The picture of Potter on the cover shows him standing on the steps of the Ministry building yesterday afternoon, answering questions for the media. Draco finds himself entranced by the picture. Potter begins standing with his arms crossed in front of him and then casually brings them back to meet and clasp behind his back. Meanwhile, he raises his eyebrows and laughs at whatever question the reporter had been asking.
Draco is riveted by that smile. It looks so natural and genuine. Potter’s lips spread to show his teeth and he throws his head back just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of the expanse of pale skin that is his neck.
Draco watches the sequence several times and thinks that Potter really does have quite nice teeth.
*-*-*
Draco is fucked.
Draco knows that he is fucked when he walks into the Leaky Cauldron for dinner and feels his gut plummet in disappointment because Potter is not there.
Draco eats one of his usuals, Fish and Chips tonight, along with a glass of Ogden’s, before he needs to get home to finish up reports that are coming due. He lingers over his Ogden’s longer than normal, hoping that Potter will come in. But after about a half hour, he knows he needs to go. He has work to do and no extra time to waste.
*-*-*
The next day flies by as it’s Friday, department meeting day. Department meetings can last up to three or four hours depending upon what is on the docket for discussion. Draco always schedules the Security Department’s meetings for the middle of the day, and treats everyone to lunch during the meeting. He finds that this keeps morale up and usually allows those with no unfinished projects to leave for the day after the meeting is over.
It isn’t that Draco doesn’t drive his people hard and expect superior performance, he does. It’s just that he can still remember working the grueling hours necessary to keep a massive stronghold like Gringotts secure and warded at all times. He would have loved to have been able to skive off early on the occasional Friday.
As it is, on this particular Friday, Draco is unable to leave early. Quarterly reports are due on the Gringott’s President’s desk by Monday morning and there is no way Draco will allow himself to see the outside of his office until his are completed.
*-*-*
It’s after ten when Draco stumbles into the Leaky, famished because he skipped ordering dinner in favor of getting his reports done faster.
He is just finishing with his Shepherd’s Pie when Potter sits down beside him and orders a firewhisky.
Draco finishes chewing his bite, still looking straight ahead, when he feels Potter intentionally bump him with his shoulder.
Draco swallows, and turns slowly to regard the other man. Potter is smirking and Draco raises an eyebrow at him without smiling. Draco thinks Potter must have just come from work too because he is still wearing his Auror robes. Draco can’t help but think that those robes do nothing but highlight how fit Potter is.
Draco takes a long slow swallow of his Ogden’s and sets the glass down, his eyes not leaving Potter’s the entire time.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Potter says impishly.
Draco snorts. “Indeed, since I dine here nearly every evening.”
Potter is nodding now. “Yup, that’s what Tom said when I asked him about you.”
Draco’s jaw drops momentarily and he tries to arrange his features back into something more resembling a smirk. “And why Potter, would you be asking after me, of all people?”
Potter drinks his entire firewhisky before leaning his head toward Draco, so that their foreheads nearly touch, and says huskily, “Because I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Malfoy.”
Draco’s breath catches as Potter pulls back, gives him a lascivious smile and says, “Come home with me.”
Draco nods and both men stand. Draco manages to get Tom’s attention to tell him to put everything on his tab and then he is following Potter out the pub door.
Potter walks fast and Draco finds himself calling, “Oi, Potter, wait up!”
Draco is sluggish coming up behind Potter as he drags his cloak on against the chill of the evening. He pulls his hood up just as the first few drops of rain begin to fall.
Finally catching up with Potter he asks, “Can’t we apparate?”
Potter looks at him funny and says, “Chin up, Malfoy, it’s not so bad.” Potter looks up at the sky and blinks against the drops that fall into his eyes. He looks at Draco now, his gaze penetrating, “A little rain is good for the soul.”
Then Potter’s hands are on Draco’s face, pulling him close and kissing him. Potter’s tongue forces its way into his mouth and Potter’s taste is hot and spicy, like firewhisky and Kung Pao Chicken.
Draco doesn’t resist the urge to run his tongue along Potter’s teeth, feeling that gorgeous smile from the inside.
Draco hears thunder rolling somewhere in the distance and becomes aware that the rain has picked up in its intensity. He can feel the drops rolling down his face.
Potter’s hands slip slide in the wetness as they wrap around the back of Draco’s neck under his hood and begin fingering the strands of hair at the base of his skull. Potter turns Draco’s head up slightly and his hood falls back while their mouths separate just long enough for each one to get a breath before they come back together, rainwater mixing with saliva as their tongues collide.
Finally Potter pulls back. Draco looks into his eyes, they are alight to the point that they seem to glow. Lightning flashes and Potter’s smile becomes feral before he laughs. Throwing his head back and shaking his rain soaked hair like an animal trying to dry off.
Then Potter is wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist and saying, “C’mere”. He Apparates them both into Potter’s flat.
The quiet is deafening as Draco gets his bearings. It unnerves him to be suddenly inside now, away from the thunder and rain. He can only just barely hear the rain outside. He feels Potter pushing him back to cast drying charms on each of them.
Potter is suddenly subdued, he turns and walks down the hall from the foyer, gesturing for Draco to follow and says, “Drink, Malfoy?”
Draco looks around before he follows. He is standing in the foyer of a posh flat with thick white carpeting under his feet. The walls appear to be oak paneled and Draco is impressed that Potter has such good taste.
He arrives in the room that Potter turned into, a sitting room with a well-stocked bar on one end and casually pulls off his cloak before dropping it onto a club chair.
Harry is sipping his own firewhisky and lightning flashes outside the window as he turns to Draco. “What’s your poison?”
“Ogden’s, if you’ve got it.”
Potter smiles and nods, “Of course,” And pours Draco his drink.
Draco walks over, reveling in the sound of the thunder rolling around outside, takes the drink and tastes it, it’s better than what they have at the Leaky. “What vintage is this?”
Potter picks up the bottle and reads, “1916.”
“That must have cost a pretty penny,” Draco is impressed.
“Not really sure,” Potter says, smiling impishly. “I asked Kreacher to stock the bar for me and this is what was here.”
Draco laughs, he should have known. “Well, it’s good,” he says kindly, he can’t keep his smile from lingering.
There is another bright flash of lightning from outside, thunder follows it almost immediately.
Potter stares at him for a moment and his eyes become serious. He takes Draco’s glass away and sets it on the bar along with his own.
Potter plants his hands on Draco’s shoulders, carefully turns him around and takes his hand, leading him farther back into the flat and says, “This way.”
Potter’s bedroom is lovely. It’s not at all what Draco would have expected. There is a fireplace, which Potter casually lights with his wand. The furniture is all art deco, simple and stylish. The black satin duvet matches the black drapes that Potter is now closing.
Draco sees another flash of lightning just before the drapes fully close and then the thunder is rolling as Potter turns around and runs his eyes up and down Draco’s body several times. Finally, he begins to loosen his tie and undo his shirt buttons.
Draco can’t help himself as he walks across the room and bats Potter’s hands away. He finishes pulling Potter’s tie off from around his neck before going to work on the remaining buttons.
Potter tries to touch his arms as he works and Draco stops, pushes Potter’s arms down to his side and gives him a meaningful look. Potter lets out a long breath and seems to relax, so Draco goes back to undoing the buttons. When this is done, he gently tugs Potter’s shirt out of the waistband of his trousers. He rubs his hands up and down Potter’s bare chest and belly a few times before slowly pushing the stiff, white fabric back over Potter’s shoulders. The shirt gets caught at Potter’s wrists and Draco give each wrist a soft, chaste kiss at the pulse point as he undoes the cuffs.
Finally, Potter stands before him bare-chested and Draco’s arousal becomes obvious as he admires the sight before him.
Potter curls his lip up and laughs a little as he notices Draco’s hard-on. Potter acts like he is going to step forward and touch Draco, but Draco stops him with a hand on his chest and shakes his head.
Draco hears another roll of thunder outside. Between the sound of the thunder and the beauty of the sight before him, Draco has chills running up and down his spine. In seconds, Draco has Potter’s belt off and hitting the floor and then Draco is undoing Potter’s trousers and pulling them down.
Potter toes off his shoes and socks and steps out of his trousers as Draco drops to his knees. He desperately wants to be patient, but can’t help himself as he pulls down Potter’s boxers and is met with the loveliest cock he’s ever seen.
At first, Draco just lays his face against Potter’s prick and takes in the glorious scent of arousal. Then he lets out a long stream of hot air right over the tip, before darting his tongue out for one long swipe across the wet slit.
It tastes delicious and Potter trembles.
Draco places his hands on Potter’s hips and pushes him back until he is up against the windows, his head lolling backwards against those beautiful curtains. A flash of lighting outside brings Potter’s black hair into stark relief for a split second.
Potter closes his eyes and swallows and Draco goes to work on his cock.
Draco palms Potter’s cock for a moment. He spits on his prick a couple of times to produce a good amount of moisture and then begins stroking slowly. He leans back and looks up at Potter’s form as he lazily runs his thumb up and down the vein on the bottom.
Potter is panting a little now and his stomach is a lovely sight as Draco watches the muscles rise and fall as Potter breathes. When Draco runs his palm over his slit, Potter shudders and breathlessly gasps, “Malfoy.”
It’s the first time Draco has heard Potter not sounding suave since they’ve met again and he finds in immensely satisfying.
Draco stills his hand for a moment as another roll of thunders rumbles in the distance.
Potter snarls and looks down into Draco’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Draco finally leans down and takes Potter into his mouth, not stopping until the head is lodged into the soft palate at the back of his throat and his lips are tightly wrapped around the base.
Draco begins to hum and Potter’s head falls back into the curtains again while his body shudders.
With one hand Draco squeezes Potter’s hip, to the point that he knows there will be half-moon shaped bruises from his fingernails and with the other, he begins to fondle Potter’s balls.
Draco pulls back slowly and starts to get a good rhythm going. His hand abandons Potter’s hip, now that it’s been marked and begins stroking Potter’s cock in time with his mouth. Draco gets good suction at the end of each pull back and twists Potter’s cock just so on the upstroke.
Draco can tell that Potter’s been trying to control himself, but he finally loses it and begins to fuck Draco’s mouth, not harshly, but enough for Draco to feel pleased with himself at the response he’s getting.
After a few moments, Draco pulls back. Once his breath is caught, he pushes Potter’s cock up against his belly and takes his balls into his mouth. Draco swirls his tongue around in a way that makes a high pitched whining sound escape Potter’s throat as he breathes out and so Draco does it again, several more times.
The hand holding Potter’s cock feels a tell-tale shudder and quickly Draco has his mouth on Potter’s cock again. He sucks and pulls in as fast a rhythm as he can muster and within seconds, Potter is coming down his throat. Draco pumps Potter dry and swallows down every last drop of his delicious spunk.
Draco continues to suckle on just the head of Potter’s cock until he stops shaking from the aftershocks.
Draco sits back and looks up at Potter who is still catching his breath. “As good as you imagined?” he drawls.
Potter looks down at him, still panting, but trying to slow his breath down now. “I never could have imagined that.”
Then Potter is leaning down, hooking his hands into Draco’s armpits to pull him up to standing.
Once he is up, Draco is pleased to note that he is still a few inches taller than Potter.
Potter’s emerald eyes are intensely focused on Draco’s face as he begins undoing Draco’s tie. He seems to be staring at Draco’s mouth and Draco unconsciously licks his lips as Potter pulls his tie out and lets it fall to the floor.
Then Potter is kissing him and undoing his shirt buttons. When Potter gets to the bottom, he immediately undoes the buttons at Draco’s cuffs and pulls his shirt off.
Potter stands for a moment and just runs his hands up and down Draco’s chest, stopping to tweak his nipples a few times.
Potter looks up at Draco briefly and says, “Bed.” He grabs Draco at his wrist and pulls him over, gesturing for him to lie down.
Following Potter, Draco notices a series of scars on his back. They look almost like burn marks. There are about a half dozen of them, each perfectly round and about the size of a tennis ball.
Draco doesn’t have much time to ponder this, though, because Potter turns and is pushing him down onto the bed by his shoulders. The minute Draco’s head hits the pillow, Potter is over him, running his hands up and down Draco’s chest and arms. Then his mouth is on Draco’s nipple, licking and sucking and making him squirm.
Potter’s talented mouth continues working on Draco’s nipples, going back and forth between each one as his hands are undoing Draco’s belt. Once his belt is undone, Potter releases the button and zip and pulls Draco’s trousers down just enough to begin playing with the dark blond hairs on the lowest part of Draco’s belly.
Potter’s nimble fingers stay there while he starts to nibble just slightly on Draco’s left nipple. Draco is startled by it and feels like electricity is running down his spine each time he feel Potter’s teeth.
After several blissful moments of this, Potter sits back and appraises Draco’s body as he pulls his belt out of the loops and then wraps it around his fist slowly, before flinging it to the floor.
Potter makes fast work of pulling off Draco’s trousers, divesting Draco of his shoes and socks at the same time.
Potter stops for a moment and seems to consider Draco’s feet. “Long toes,” he says, and then smirks. “Even your fucking feet are elegant, Malfoy.”
And Potter is laughing as he crawls back up Draco’s body and lets his face hover above Draco’s as he reaches into Draco’s briefs and begins palming his achingly hard cock.
Potter’s lips are by Draco’s ears as he whispers a lubrication spell and Draco gasps because he can feel the wetness, not only on his cock and Potter’s hand, but in his arse as well.
Potter smiles widely and licks at the stubble on Draco’s chin. He sucks on Draco’s jaw for a few moments before planting his mouth on Draco’s and sliding his delicious tongue around inside his mouth.
The kiss continues while Potter strokes Draco’s cock slowly, but firmly. And then Potter is gone, crawling back down his body and pulling off his briefs before planting long licks up and down Draco’s prick.
When Draco thinks that Potter must have touched every inch of his cock three times over with his tongue, Potter pulls back momentarily to take a deep breath and then he is taking Draco’s cock all the way into his mouth until Draco can feel the tip hitting Potter’s throat in the back. Potter begins to move now, up and down, making little gagging noises now and then when Draco’s cock hits the soft palate, but he doesn’t stop.
Potter plants his hands under Draco’s thighs and begins pushing his legs up, massaging slowly, his hands running up and down Draco’s hamstrings. One hand is keeping Draco’s right leg pushed up and off to the side and then Draco feels Potters finger at his entrance, forcing its way up and in. It feels heavenly sliding around in the magical lube and as Potter adds another finger, he backs his mouth off Draco’s cock and begins to suck on his balls instead.
Potter abandons Draco’s cock completely for the moment, he has three fingers scissoring around in Draco’s entrance now, his mouth still sucking on Draco’s balls and the other hand at the bottom of Draco’s belly, putting soft pressure on his groin while the fingers twirl around in the wiry hairs there.
Draco knows he can’t last much longer. “Stop!” he all but yelps, placing one hand on the top of Potter’s head and stilling Potter’s hand with the other one. “I don’t want to come until you are inside me.” Draco gasps and tries to calm himself. “Can you… are you ready again?”
Potter smiles as he lets Draco’s balls fall out of his mouth, pulls his fingers free of Draco’s prepared arse, and moves up to his knees, gesturing toward his already hard again cock.
Draco grins, impressed with Potter’s stamina and pulls his legs up and open, beckoning Potter to enter him.
Potter wastes no time at that invitation. He settles himself between Draco’s open legs and positions his cock at his hole.
Draco’s feels Potter’s cockhead just there and shimmies a little bit in anticipation.
Potter throws his head back in an animalistic laugh and begins to penetrate slowly. Potter keeps his head back and Draco admires the expanse of sweat glistened pale skin that is Potter’s neck. Once he is sheathed fully inside Draco, Potter brings his head back down and lets out a long breath before he begins to move while giving Draco a feral grin.
Potter moves slowly only for a few moments and then his strokes are quick and deep. Draco loves the feel of it, so full and complete with Potter’s cock buried to the hilt inside him. He throws his head back and arches his back, closes his eyes and reaches down to fist his cock because he knows he can come at any moment, but he feels Potter pushing his hand away and it’s Potter’s hand on his cock now, wanking him in time with his thrusts and in and out of Draco’s arse.
Draco breathes deeply as he lets himself get lost in the moment. Lets the sensations wash over him. The push-pull in his arse is causing him to make little grunting noises each time Potter hits home. He would be embarrassed by it if he wasn’t so far gone in this bliss of ecstasy.
Potter’s thrusts speed up to an impossibly fast tempo and Draco begins to pant and fears he will hyperventilate. He feels Potter’s thumb rubbing more precome around the slick head of his prick and feels his nerve endings start to coil as Potter is fisting his prick hard now and twisting just so and his cock is hitting Draco’s sweet spot and then Draco is coming. His body jerking as the come sprays all over his belly and Potter’s hand.
Potter massages his prick until the spasms subside and then Draco looks up in time to see Potter licking Draco’s come off his hand as he continues pumping his cock in and out of Draco’s arse.
Draco thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Potter drops his hand, eyes rolling back into his head and then Potter is coming, his breath coming out in short, hard bursts and his muscles tensed and tight until he has spilled all of his spunk inside Draco. He convulses once, twice more, and then falls limply, covering Draco’s form with his own.
Draco revels in the feel of Potter’s weight as the sated man catches his breath, his body still shuddering and he sighs audibly. It makes Draco smile, to think that Potter has just got off so brilliantly that he would sigh out loud.
Potter’s head rests in the crook of Draco’s neck now and they are still for a moment in post coital bliss. Then Draco can feel Potter’s eyelashes as the other man’s eyelids flutter and Potter runs the tips of his fingers through the come that still coats Draco’s belly and chest.
Draco smiles and plants a small kiss on the top of Potter’s head. Potter feels it and looks up at Draco, his bottom lip pulled up under his teeth. He blows a little breath out and tentatively asks, “Will you stay?”
And what can Draco say? How can he say no?
So Draco nods and Potter smiles before laying his head back down on Draco’s chest and continuing to play with his rapidly drying spunk.
*-*-*
Sometime in the middle of the night, Draco wakes. It is silent and he realises the rain must have stopped. It is nearly pitch dark in Potter’s room, only tiny streaks of dim light flow in from the cracks on each side of the curtains.
At some point, Potter rolled off of Draco’s chest. He is lying curled up on his side next to Draco now. He can just make out Potter’s features as his eyes adjust to the low light. Potter’s hair falls into his eyes and the tips just reach Potter’s eyelashes. They are thick and black and longer than Draco realised. He can’t recall when Potter took off his glasses the night before, but appreciates the opportunity to examine the man’s face without them.
Potter is handsome and pretty at the same time. Draco can’t quite put his finger on what it is about the other man that he finds so magnetic and gravitates toward.
Potter sighs gently in his sleep and turns onto his back, mumbling. Draco can’t make out what he is saying, but Potter doesn’t seem upset, so he doesn’t worry about it.
Draco stretches and the blankets covering him move and he realises that he still has dried spunk on his belly and it’s sticking to the sheets. He finds his wand on the night table and does a silent scourgify, so as not to wake Potter.
Very quietly and slowly, Draco gets out of the bed. He finds the loo and after a long piss, splashes water on his face. While looking at himself in the mirror, he makes out a very dark hickey on his neck that stands out brilliantly from his porcelain skin. He wonders when Potter did that.
Draco walks back into the bedroom and looks at Potter on the bed. He is blissful and calm in sleep. Draco is so intrigued by this man. Potter has given his life away in service to the Ministry and almost no one knows any details about his personal life. He never did get back together with the Weaselette after the war. Draco hadn’t even known for sure that Potter was gay until being invited to come home with him last night.
Part of Draco is terrified that this will only be a one night deal and after they part in the morning, Potter will go back to his busy Auror life and Draco will never be able to uncover any of the mysteries surrounding him. Another part of Draco hopes that this is exactly what will happen. He has his hands full already with his job and his charity and family responsibilities. He doesn’t have time to entertain this infatuation that he has developed with Potter.
After pondering all of this, Draco finally relents to the pull of the warm bed and the warm body within it. He climbs back in and spoons up behind Potter who sighs again in the most adorable fashion and smiles in his sleep.
In this deliciously comfortable and warm position, it only takes moments for Draco to succumb to blissful slumber once again.
Next part
Title: Time in a Bottle
Author:
rubytuesday5681Prompt:
bottom_draco Fest #067 “Kissing in the rain”; Theme of fest: “Time”Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: This is a love story
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. It all belongs to JKR.
Warning(s): Fluff, schmoop, and more fluff. EWE.
Word Count: About 17,000
Beta(s):
emansil_08, avenalanonAuthor's Notes: This story was partially inspired by the Jim Croce song “Time in a Bottle” which can be heard here on youtube.
MOD'S WARNING: There is a Draco rimming Harry scene.
Time in a Bottle
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with
++++++++++++++++++++++++
Draco needs a time turner.
Most days begin with this thought. Most days end with this thought as well.
A time turner would solve everything.
Unfortunately for Draco, the Ministry has become even more restrictive about issuing them recently. The likelihood of Draco being granted one is practically nil.
So no time turner.
So Draco gets up in the dark, again. And with a steaming mug of coffee, sits down at his desk to get in a few hours of tedious paperwork before he is due to be in his office at Gringotts.
Coffee. Draco used to loathe coffee. He believed it to be the most low-brow of beverages. But on the first day of his internship at Gringotts, seven years ago, the first piece of advice that Bill Weasley gave him was learn to drink coffee. Bill had assured him that he would never get through his internship training without it.
Bill had been right. The training was intense. Sixteen hour days were not unusual and Draco had to work extra hard to prove himself after the War, so he had learned to drink coffee.
Now, he can’t imagine how he could cope without it.
*-*-*
The large clock in the entrée hall of the bank has just finished chiming Ten O’clock when there is a knock on Draco’s office door.
“Come,” he barks.
Brapts, the head Customer Service Goblin sticks his head in the door and says, “Problem with the Potter account.”
“The Potter account?” Draco says, surprised. “No one’s tried to access that account in years.”
“That’s the problem, Sir,” Brapts explains. “Potter is here and wants access to his vault, but the account has been inactive so long that we need your signature for approval.”
Draco rises from his desk chair and follows Brapts out into the main hall.
“You will also have to accompany him down, Sir,” Brapts tells him as they walk. “I doubt anything but the master key will open that vault now.”
As they round the corner into the main hall, Draco sees Harry Potter in person for the first time in seven years. Draco has to pause for a moment to take in the sight before he approaches the counter.
Potter looks good, very good. He has filled out and grown a bit and is no longer the scrawny boy that Draco remembers from school. Gone are the silly spectacles from school days. They have been replaced by sleek, rimless frames that seem to highlight the intensity of Potter’s green eyes, rather than hide it. The inky black hair is still a mess, but somehow it seems to complete the picture that Draco sees before him. The honored Auror, just returned from a lengthy foreign assignment, highly respected, but still doesn’t give enough of a damn to do something about his hair.
Potter is looking around the hall, likely noting the changes that have been made in the décor since his last time here.
Draco hears Brapts cough pointedly and say, “Sir?”
That’s when Potter looks in his direction and their eyes meet. Draco is pierced by the intensity of the stare and it’s a moment before he can school his features enough to finally approach the counter.
“Good morning Mr. Potter, I hadn’t heard that you were back in England.”
“Morning Malfoy,” Potter nods. “Just got back today.”
“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long. We should be able to get this sorted out quickly.”
“What exactly is the problem with my account?” Potter asks, not unkindly.
“When an account has been inactive for more than three years, a hold is placed on it for security purposes. If you are going to be back in England for a while, we can reactivate your account today so that you will be able to access it freely again,” Draco explains.
Potter nods. “That sounds fine. I have no plans to be out of the country again any time soon.”
“Wonderful,” Draco says, smiling. “I’ll just sign the override so that you can access your vault today and then we’ll have a couple of papers for you to sign to reactivate the account.”
Draco signs the override forms that Brapts has ready for him.
“Now, if you’ll follow me, we can go down to the vaults.” Draco begins walking down the hallway and motions for Potter to follow him.
Draco feels Potter’s eyes on him as they ride down to the largest vaults. He is somewhat discomfited by it. He meets Potter’s eyes and gives what he hopes comes off as a cordial smile and asks, “So, what exotic locale did your glamorous work take you to this time, Potter?”
Potter smirks. “You know I can’t tell you that, Malfoy.”
Draco nods. “So I suppose I’ll just read about it in the Prophet when you are up for your next Medal of Honor?”
Potter shrugs. “If the mission is unclassified at that time, I suppose so.” Potter looks at Draco with some tightness around his eyes, it’s an almost-smiling expression that includes a slight pursing of the lips.
Draco considers those lips. They are dry and slightly cracked, but full and inviting at the same time.
Draco thinks Potter must notice his stare because his tongue darts out momentarily to wet his lips. As his pink tongue retreats back into his mouth, the top and bottom lips get caught on one another for a tantalizing second before returning to normal.
The car halts and Draco jumps as he realises they have reached Potter’s vault.
They exit the car and approach the vault. Draco reaches the door first and mutters an incantation to check the wards that haven’t been modified in over three years, since the last time that Potter was home in England between Auror assignments. Draco wasn’t in his current position then and was not present when Potter accessed his vaults.
Draco gestures to Potter and explains, “See that there are two keyholes now? The upper one appears after the vault hasn’t been accessed in two years. That one’s for my master key. You will have to use your key in the bottom at the same time I use mine in the top.”
Potter nods and Draco says, “On my count. One-two-three.”
They each slide their keys in at the exact same time and Draco feels the magic swirling around him as the ancient wards hum to life for a moment and then quiet. They turn their keys and with an audible clank the locks give way and the massive door opens.
They pull out their keys and Potter asks, “Why is the upper key hole still there?”
Draco pockets his key in his robe. “That keyhole is warded directly to the activation paperwork. Once the reactivation papers have your signature on them, it will disappear.”
Potter nods and enters the vault.
Draco hangs back to give the man privacy, but can’t help but admire Potter’s arse. It’s hard to tell for sure in this light, but Draco can see that the swell of muscle is impressive and Draco wonders what Potter’s been doing on these Auror missions to keep himself in such good shape.
Potter fills three bags with coins before magically shrinking them to fit in his pocket. When he’s finished, it takes both of their keys to lock the door again.
On the way back up it’s Potter who is curious. “So Malfoy, Director of Security at Gringotts, not a bad gig, eh?”
It’s Draco’s turn to shrug. “I like it.”
“How long have you had this position? I don’t remember seeing you when I came to withdraw before my last assignment.”
“I’ve only been in this position for about a year. Before that, I was working in ward development. You don’t see much daylight in that job,” Draco says, smirking.
“That explains why I didn’t see you, then.”
Draco nods.
When they reach ground level, Draco ushers Potter into his office to sign the necessary paperwork. It’s not strictly required for them to do this paperwork in Draco’s office. They could do it at the counter in the main hall. But Draco finds that he doesn’t want to lose Potter as a captive audience just yet.
It only takes a few moments for Draco to produce the papers from his file and then Potter is signing them.
Draco watches Potter’s hands as he holds the papers in place and signs them. He notices about a dozen tiny little white scars on each hand and wonders what they are from.
Potter catches Draco in his stare as he is finishing his last signature and eyes him curiously as he hands the pile of papers back to Draco.
Draco blinks and snaps himself out of his trance to take the papers. “I will file these today and then everything should be in order for your account to be fully active and available to you again.”
Potter nods and rises from the chair where he had sat to sign the papers.
Draco comes out from behind his desk to escort Potter out when his curiosity gets the better of him. “So, no immediate plans for any more super secret foreign assignments?” He hopes his tone doesn’t sound as pitifully hopeful to Potter as it does to himself.
Potter smiles. “Nope, I’ve actually just accepted a permanent assignment in London, so I’ll be around for a while.”
They arrive at the front and as Draco reaches a hand out to grab the doorknob, he raises an eyebrow at Potter and says, “So I suppose I will be seeing you around?”
“I suppose you will, Malfoy,” Potter says, winks, and is gone.
Draco stands for a moment, feeling the breeze that comes in the door as it swings shut behind Potter’s departure.
Dear Merlin, he thinks, I don’t have time for this.
*-*-*
It’s half past nine before Draco is finally cleaning up his office, getting ready to leave that night. He locks up behind him and walks down the corridor to the main hall. The building is silent and his footsteps echo eerily on the marble floors as he walks. Only security sconces are still lit, set way back into recesses in the walls.
Draco does this walk at least two or three nights a week. The Goblins are fond of holding meetings a Four O’clock on weekdays. Draco almost always gets behind in his day’s work in preparation for the meetings. Most everyone else leaves after the meetings are done. But not Draco. He’d rather stay and finish up whatever work was missed in place of the meeting so that he can start fresh the next day and not feel behind.
When Draco reaches the front steps, he turns back toward the building to silently, wandlessly check to the wards. The last person out is supposed to do this each night. Draco has got quite good at it.
Finding no problems, he turns, walks down the steps and has a decision to make. He is bloody beat, but he doesn’t feel ready yet to go home. It has become habit to have dinner and drinks at the Leaky each night after work, a ritual he often skips on meeting nights when he orders his dinner to eat in his office while he finishes up
Tonight, though, he feels the pull of the pub, even though he’s already eaten. He wants to unwind. Making up his mind, he turns in the opposite direction of his flat and heads toward the Leaky Cauldron.
*-*-*
It’s darker than Draco is used to when he enters the pub. He remembers belatedly that Tom turns the lights down around nine and Draco is usually gone by then.
He heads for his usual spot at the end of the bar, but stops when he sees Harry Potter sitting alone in the corner.
Potter is looking at him, Draco feels as if he must have been since Draco came in the door. After a second or two of Draco’s returned gaze, Potter smiles bemusedly and beckons him over with his hand.
Draco walks over and takes a seat across from Potter and finally, tentatively returns the smile.
Harry gestures for Tom to come over and when he does, asks, “What are you drinking, Malfoy?”
“Ogden’s, straight up,” Draco tells Tom, who nods, as this is Draco’s typical drink.
Draco watches Tom walk away and feels at a loss. He doesn’t know what to say to Potter. He finally drags his gaze back to look at the man seated across from him and Potter solves his conundrum by speaking first.
“You look tired, Malfoy,” he observes.
Draco smiles wryly. “It’s been a long day.”
“Did you just come from work?” Potter sounds incredulous.
Draco nods. “We had a late meeting and I got stuck finishing up some projects that are coming due. Surely, as an Auror, you are no stranger to late nights?” Draco asks.
Potter shrugs. “True, but I always expected that in my line of work. I didn’t realise the hours were quite so harsh in banking.”
Draco scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I am not so much in the banking field as I am in the security field. The responsibilities are a bit different.”
Draco’s drink floats over and he is relieved to finally have it. He drinks nearly half of it in the first gulp.
Potter is quiet now and Draco thinks it must be his turn to spur the conversation.
He taps his fingers on the table a few times. “Glad to be back in England?”
Potter nods at first, then shakes his head the tiniest bit before finally shrugging. He takes a swallow of what looks to be firewhisky and stretches his arms up over his head while he answers. “Too soon to tell, I think. I’ve only just got back and still not exactly sure how I feel about it.” Potter lets his arms drop. “I was tired of being away, but I’m still not convinced that coming back to England was the right choice, either.”
“What were your other options?”
Potter is rubbing as his wrists now as he speaks. “There were a couple of permanent assignments I could have taken abroad as a Liaison with the local D.M.L.E.s. One was in Chicago and one in Istanbul.”
“But you decided to come home?”
Potter plants his hands on the table and rubs at the smooth wood. “All I knew for sure was that I wanted something permanent. But, honestly, I guess I’ve been missing home for a while now.”
“So you’re back.”
“So I’m back.” Potter nods and gives that bemused smile again. “I can’t tell yet if so much has changed that it won’t feel like home anymore. The longest I’ve been home before this was two weeks between assignments.”
Draco cocks his head to the side for a moment and considers Potter’s congenial air. “Things don’t change too quickly in the Wizarding World, Potter. I think you’ll find that the essential elements are basically the same.” Draco smiles back at Potter now and can’t help it when one of his eyebrows rises.
Potter’s smile gets wider as he takes in Draco’s expression. “I guess I made the right choice, then.”
Suddenly, Potter is standing and pulling on his cloak. He calls for Tom to start a new tab for him and put his firewhisky on it. Then he looks at Draco. “Sorry I can’t stay later, Malfoy, but the new job starts tomorrow.”
Potter comes around the table and stops in front of Draco. Draco looks up as Potter reaches a hand down and lays it on the side of Draco’s face. “It was good to see you,” Potter says quietly, “We should do it again.”
Draco nods as Potter’s hand falls off his face and then Potter is leaving, walking out the door of the pub and into the cold night.
*-*-*
Draco sees Potter’s green eyes behind his lids when he closes his eyes to sleep that night. He has this vague awareness all night and it’s as if Potter’s eyes and face are somehow floating over, and infiltrating all of his dreams.
He wakes with a painful hard on and doesn’t even try to stop the images that come when he wanks with Potter in mind. He comes harder than he has in ages and doesn’t scourgify the sheets, instead he has his house elf change them.
Once he has sat down at his desk with his coffee, he finds that the grey morning light is chasing him as he can’t concentrate and doesn’t accomplish half of what he had planned for this morning before heading in to work.
Fucking Potter and his fucking eyes and lips.
Fuck.
*-*-*
Draco is already at his desk when his Daily Prophet arrives. On the front cover is a lengthy article about Potter. It details his Auror career thus far. Expatriate assignments in Singapore, Argentina, Anchorage, Cairo, and Hong Kong made up the first five years of his career. No details are available on his whereabouts the last two years as these assignments are still considered classified.
The article doesn’t mention what Draco considers to be the most important act Potter has done since the end of 8th year at Hogwarts. Potter testified at Draco’s and his parent’s trials after the war, keeping the three of them out of Azkaban. The worst of the punishment had been Lucius’ house arrest for three years. Aside from that, only minor monetary reparations were called for by the Ministry and precious few of their possessions were seized. Additionally, Draco and his mother were required to do five hundred hours of community service each.
Draco found that he actually enjoyed the community service. After his required hours were finished, he started the Malfoy Foundation, an independent community service agency committed to helping children in need.
The picture of Potter on the cover shows him standing on the steps of the Ministry building yesterday afternoon, answering questions for the media. Draco finds himself entranced by the picture. Potter begins standing with his arms crossed in front of him and then casually brings them back to meet and clasp behind his back. Meanwhile, he raises his eyebrows and laughs at whatever question the reporter had been asking.
Draco is riveted by that smile. It looks so natural and genuine. Potter’s lips spread to show his teeth and he throws his head back just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of the expanse of pale skin that is his neck.
Draco watches the sequence several times and thinks that Potter really does have quite nice teeth.
*-*-*
Draco is fucked.
Draco knows that he is fucked when he walks into the Leaky Cauldron for dinner and feels his gut plummet in disappointment because Potter is not there.
Draco eats one of his usuals, Fish and Chips tonight, along with a glass of Ogden’s, before he needs to get home to finish up reports that are coming due. He lingers over his Ogden’s longer than normal, hoping that Potter will come in. But after about a half hour, he knows he needs to go. He has work to do and no extra time to waste.
*-*-*
The next day flies by as it’s Friday, department meeting day. Department meetings can last up to three or four hours depending upon what is on the docket for discussion. Draco always schedules the Security Department’s meetings for the middle of the day, and treats everyone to lunch during the meeting. He finds that this keeps morale up and usually allows those with no unfinished projects to leave for the day after the meeting is over.
It isn’t that Draco doesn’t drive his people hard and expect superior performance, he does. It’s just that he can still remember working the grueling hours necessary to keep a massive stronghold like Gringotts secure and warded at all times. He would have loved to have been able to skive off early on the occasional Friday.
As it is, on this particular Friday, Draco is unable to leave early. Quarterly reports are due on the Gringott’s President’s desk by Monday morning and there is no way Draco will allow himself to see the outside of his office until his are completed.
*-*-*
It’s after ten when Draco stumbles into the Leaky, famished because he skipped ordering dinner in favor of getting his reports done faster.
He is just finishing with his Shepherd’s Pie when Potter sits down beside him and orders a firewhisky.
Draco finishes chewing his bite, still looking straight ahead, when he feels Potter intentionally bump him with his shoulder.
Draco swallows, and turns slowly to regard the other man. Potter is smirking and Draco raises an eyebrow at him without smiling. Draco thinks Potter must have just come from work too because he is still wearing his Auror robes. Draco can’t help but think that those robes do nothing but highlight how fit Potter is.
Draco takes a long slow swallow of his Ogden’s and sets the glass down, his eyes not leaving Potter’s the entire time.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Potter says impishly.
Draco snorts. “Indeed, since I dine here nearly every evening.”
Potter is nodding now. “Yup, that’s what Tom said when I asked him about you.”
Draco’s jaw drops momentarily and he tries to arrange his features back into something more resembling a smirk. “And why Potter, would you be asking after me, of all people?”
Potter drinks his entire firewhisky before leaning his head toward Draco, so that their foreheads nearly touch, and says huskily, “Because I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Malfoy.”
Draco’s breath catches as Potter pulls back, gives him a lascivious smile and says, “Come home with me.”
Draco nods and both men stand. Draco manages to get Tom’s attention to tell him to put everything on his tab and then he is following Potter out the pub door.
Potter walks fast and Draco finds himself calling, “Oi, Potter, wait up!”
Draco is sluggish coming up behind Potter as he drags his cloak on against the chill of the evening. He pulls his hood up just as the first few drops of rain begin to fall.
Finally catching up with Potter he asks, “Can’t we apparate?”
Potter looks at him funny and says, “Chin up, Malfoy, it’s not so bad.” Potter looks up at the sky and blinks against the drops that fall into his eyes. He looks at Draco now, his gaze penetrating, “A little rain is good for the soul.”
Then Potter’s hands are on Draco’s face, pulling him close and kissing him. Potter’s tongue forces its way into his mouth and Potter’s taste is hot and spicy, like firewhisky and Kung Pao Chicken.
Draco doesn’t resist the urge to run his tongue along Potter’s teeth, feeling that gorgeous smile from the inside.
Draco hears thunder rolling somewhere in the distance and becomes aware that the rain has picked up in its intensity. He can feel the drops rolling down his face.
Potter’s hands slip slide in the wetness as they wrap around the back of Draco’s neck under his hood and begin fingering the strands of hair at the base of his skull. Potter turns Draco’s head up slightly and his hood falls back while their mouths separate just long enough for each one to get a breath before they come back together, rainwater mixing with saliva as their tongues collide.
Finally Potter pulls back. Draco looks into his eyes, they are alight to the point that they seem to glow. Lightning flashes and Potter’s smile becomes feral before he laughs. Throwing his head back and shaking his rain soaked hair like an animal trying to dry off.
Then Potter is wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist and saying, “C’mere”. He Apparates them both into Potter’s flat.
The quiet is deafening as Draco gets his bearings. It unnerves him to be suddenly inside now, away from the thunder and rain. He can only just barely hear the rain outside. He feels Potter pushing him back to cast drying charms on each of them.
Potter is suddenly subdued, he turns and walks down the hall from the foyer, gesturing for Draco to follow and says, “Drink, Malfoy?”
Draco looks around before he follows. He is standing in the foyer of a posh flat with thick white carpeting under his feet. The walls appear to be oak paneled and Draco is impressed that Potter has such good taste.
He arrives in the room that Potter turned into, a sitting room with a well-stocked bar on one end and casually pulls off his cloak before dropping it onto a club chair.
Harry is sipping his own firewhisky and lightning flashes outside the window as he turns to Draco. “What’s your poison?”
“Ogden’s, if you’ve got it.”
Potter smiles and nods, “Of course,” And pours Draco his drink.
Draco walks over, reveling in the sound of the thunder rolling around outside, takes the drink and tastes it, it’s better than what they have at the Leaky. “What vintage is this?”
Potter picks up the bottle and reads, “1916.”
“That must have cost a pretty penny,” Draco is impressed.
“Not really sure,” Potter says, smiling impishly. “I asked Kreacher to stock the bar for me and this is what was here.”
Draco laughs, he should have known. “Well, it’s good,” he says kindly, he can’t keep his smile from lingering.
There is another bright flash of lightning from outside, thunder follows it almost immediately.
Potter stares at him for a moment and his eyes become serious. He takes Draco’s glass away and sets it on the bar along with his own.
Potter plants his hands on Draco’s shoulders, carefully turns him around and takes his hand, leading him farther back into the flat and says, “This way.”
Potter’s bedroom is lovely. It’s not at all what Draco would have expected. There is a fireplace, which Potter casually lights with his wand. The furniture is all art deco, simple and stylish. The black satin duvet matches the black drapes that Potter is now closing.
Draco sees another flash of lightning just before the drapes fully close and then the thunder is rolling as Potter turns around and runs his eyes up and down Draco’s body several times. Finally, he begins to loosen his tie and undo his shirt buttons.
Draco can’t help himself as he walks across the room and bats Potter’s hands away. He finishes pulling Potter’s tie off from around his neck before going to work on the remaining buttons.
Potter tries to touch his arms as he works and Draco stops, pushes Potter’s arms down to his side and gives him a meaningful look. Potter lets out a long breath and seems to relax, so Draco goes back to undoing the buttons. When this is done, he gently tugs Potter’s shirt out of the waistband of his trousers. He rubs his hands up and down Potter’s bare chest and belly a few times before slowly pushing the stiff, white fabric back over Potter’s shoulders. The shirt gets caught at Potter’s wrists and Draco give each wrist a soft, chaste kiss at the pulse point as he undoes the cuffs.
Finally, Potter stands before him bare-chested and Draco’s arousal becomes obvious as he admires the sight before him.
Potter curls his lip up and laughs a little as he notices Draco’s hard-on. Potter acts like he is going to step forward and touch Draco, but Draco stops him with a hand on his chest and shakes his head.
Draco hears another roll of thunder outside. Between the sound of the thunder and the beauty of the sight before him, Draco has chills running up and down his spine. In seconds, Draco has Potter’s belt off and hitting the floor and then Draco is undoing Potter’s trousers and pulling them down.
Potter toes off his shoes and socks and steps out of his trousers as Draco drops to his knees. He desperately wants to be patient, but can’t help himself as he pulls down Potter’s boxers and is met with the loveliest cock he’s ever seen.
At first, Draco just lays his face against Potter’s prick and takes in the glorious scent of arousal. Then he lets out a long stream of hot air right over the tip, before darting his tongue out for one long swipe across the wet slit.
It tastes delicious and Potter trembles.
Draco places his hands on Potter’s hips and pushes him back until he is up against the windows, his head lolling backwards against those beautiful curtains. A flash of lighting outside brings Potter’s black hair into stark relief for a split second.
Potter closes his eyes and swallows and Draco goes to work on his cock.
Draco palms Potter’s cock for a moment. He spits on his prick a couple of times to produce a good amount of moisture and then begins stroking slowly. He leans back and looks up at Potter’s form as he lazily runs his thumb up and down the vein on the bottom.
Potter is panting a little now and his stomach is a lovely sight as Draco watches the muscles rise and fall as Potter breathes. When Draco runs his palm over his slit, Potter shudders and breathlessly gasps, “Malfoy.”
It’s the first time Draco has heard Potter not sounding suave since they’ve met again and he finds in immensely satisfying.
Draco stills his hand for a moment as another roll of thunders rumbles in the distance.
Potter snarls and looks down into Draco’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Draco finally leans down and takes Potter into his mouth, not stopping until the head is lodged into the soft palate at the back of his throat and his lips are tightly wrapped around the base.
Draco begins to hum and Potter’s head falls back into the curtains again while his body shudders.
With one hand Draco squeezes Potter’s hip, to the point that he knows there will be half-moon shaped bruises from his fingernails and with the other, he begins to fondle Potter’s balls.
Draco pulls back slowly and starts to get a good rhythm going. His hand abandons Potter’s hip, now that it’s been marked and begins stroking Potter’s cock in time with his mouth. Draco gets good suction at the end of each pull back and twists Potter’s cock just so on the upstroke.
Draco can tell that Potter’s been trying to control himself, but he finally loses it and begins to fuck Draco’s mouth, not harshly, but enough for Draco to feel pleased with himself at the response he’s getting.
After a few moments, Draco pulls back. Once his breath is caught, he pushes Potter’s cock up against his belly and takes his balls into his mouth. Draco swirls his tongue around in a way that makes a high pitched whining sound escape Potter’s throat as he breathes out and so Draco does it again, several more times.
The hand holding Potter’s cock feels a tell-tale shudder and quickly Draco has his mouth on Potter’s cock again. He sucks and pulls in as fast a rhythm as he can muster and within seconds, Potter is coming down his throat. Draco pumps Potter dry and swallows down every last drop of his delicious spunk.
Draco continues to suckle on just the head of Potter’s cock until he stops shaking from the aftershocks.
Draco sits back and looks up at Potter who is still catching his breath. “As good as you imagined?” he drawls.
Potter looks down at him, still panting, but trying to slow his breath down now. “I never could have imagined that.”
Then Potter is leaning down, hooking his hands into Draco’s armpits to pull him up to standing.
Once he is up, Draco is pleased to note that he is still a few inches taller than Potter.
Potter’s emerald eyes are intensely focused on Draco’s face as he begins undoing Draco’s tie. He seems to be staring at Draco’s mouth and Draco unconsciously licks his lips as Potter pulls his tie out and lets it fall to the floor.
Then Potter is kissing him and undoing his shirt buttons. When Potter gets to the bottom, he immediately undoes the buttons at Draco’s cuffs and pulls his shirt off.
Potter stands for a moment and just runs his hands up and down Draco’s chest, stopping to tweak his nipples a few times.
Potter looks up at Draco briefly and says, “Bed.” He grabs Draco at his wrist and pulls him over, gesturing for him to lie down.
Following Potter, Draco notices a series of scars on his back. They look almost like burn marks. There are about a half dozen of them, each perfectly round and about the size of a tennis ball.
Draco doesn’t have much time to ponder this, though, because Potter turns and is pushing him down onto the bed by his shoulders. The minute Draco’s head hits the pillow, Potter is over him, running his hands up and down Draco’s chest and arms. Then his mouth is on Draco’s nipple, licking and sucking and making him squirm.
Potter’s talented mouth continues working on Draco’s nipples, going back and forth between each one as his hands are undoing Draco’s belt. Once his belt is undone, Potter releases the button and zip and pulls Draco’s trousers down just enough to begin playing with the dark blond hairs on the lowest part of Draco’s belly.
Potter’s nimble fingers stay there while he starts to nibble just slightly on Draco’s left nipple. Draco is startled by it and feels like electricity is running down his spine each time he feel Potter’s teeth.
After several blissful moments of this, Potter sits back and appraises Draco’s body as he pulls his belt out of the loops and then wraps it around his fist slowly, before flinging it to the floor.
Potter makes fast work of pulling off Draco’s trousers, divesting Draco of his shoes and socks at the same time.
Potter stops for a moment and seems to consider Draco’s feet. “Long toes,” he says, and then smirks. “Even your fucking feet are elegant, Malfoy.”
And Potter is laughing as he crawls back up Draco’s body and lets his face hover above Draco’s as he reaches into Draco’s briefs and begins palming his achingly hard cock.
Potter’s lips are by Draco’s ears as he whispers a lubrication spell and Draco gasps because he can feel the wetness, not only on his cock and Potter’s hand, but in his arse as well.
Potter smiles widely and licks at the stubble on Draco’s chin. He sucks on Draco’s jaw for a few moments before planting his mouth on Draco’s and sliding his delicious tongue around inside his mouth.
The kiss continues while Potter strokes Draco’s cock slowly, but firmly. And then Potter is gone, crawling back down his body and pulling off his briefs before planting long licks up and down Draco’s prick.
When Draco thinks that Potter must have touched every inch of his cock three times over with his tongue, Potter pulls back momentarily to take a deep breath and then he is taking Draco’s cock all the way into his mouth until Draco can feel the tip hitting Potter’s throat in the back. Potter begins to move now, up and down, making little gagging noises now and then when Draco’s cock hits the soft palate, but he doesn’t stop.
Potter plants his hands under Draco’s thighs and begins pushing his legs up, massaging slowly, his hands running up and down Draco’s hamstrings. One hand is keeping Draco’s right leg pushed up and off to the side and then Draco feels Potters finger at his entrance, forcing its way up and in. It feels heavenly sliding around in the magical lube and as Potter adds another finger, he backs his mouth off Draco’s cock and begins to suck on his balls instead.
Potter abandons Draco’s cock completely for the moment, he has three fingers scissoring around in Draco’s entrance now, his mouth still sucking on Draco’s balls and the other hand at the bottom of Draco’s belly, putting soft pressure on his groin while the fingers twirl around in the wiry hairs there.
Draco knows he can’t last much longer. “Stop!” he all but yelps, placing one hand on the top of Potter’s head and stilling Potter’s hand with the other one. “I don’t want to come until you are inside me.” Draco gasps and tries to calm himself. “Can you… are you ready again?”
Potter smiles as he lets Draco’s balls fall out of his mouth, pulls his fingers free of Draco’s prepared arse, and moves up to his knees, gesturing toward his already hard again cock.
Draco grins, impressed with Potter’s stamina and pulls his legs up and open, beckoning Potter to enter him.
Potter wastes no time at that invitation. He settles himself between Draco’s open legs and positions his cock at his hole.
Draco’s feels Potter’s cockhead just there and shimmies a little bit in anticipation.
Potter throws his head back in an animalistic laugh and begins to penetrate slowly. Potter keeps his head back and Draco admires the expanse of sweat glistened pale skin that is Potter’s neck. Once he is sheathed fully inside Draco, Potter brings his head back down and lets out a long breath before he begins to move while giving Draco a feral grin.
Potter moves slowly only for a few moments and then his strokes are quick and deep. Draco loves the feel of it, so full and complete with Potter’s cock buried to the hilt inside him. He throws his head back and arches his back, closes his eyes and reaches down to fist his cock because he knows he can come at any moment, but he feels Potter pushing his hand away and it’s Potter’s hand on his cock now, wanking him in time with his thrusts and in and out of Draco’s arse.
Draco breathes deeply as he lets himself get lost in the moment. Lets the sensations wash over him. The push-pull in his arse is causing him to make little grunting noises each time Potter hits home. He would be embarrassed by it if he wasn’t so far gone in this bliss of ecstasy.
Potter’s thrusts speed up to an impossibly fast tempo and Draco begins to pant and fears he will hyperventilate. He feels Potter’s thumb rubbing more precome around the slick head of his prick and feels his nerve endings start to coil as Potter is fisting his prick hard now and twisting just so and his cock is hitting Draco’s sweet spot and then Draco is coming. His body jerking as the come sprays all over his belly and Potter’s hand.
Potter massages his prick until the spasms subside and then Draco looks up in time to see Potter licking Draco’s come off his hand as he continues pumping his cock in and out of Draco’s arse.
Draco thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Potter drops his hand, eyes rolling back into his head and then Potter is coming, his breath coming out in short, hard bursts and his muscles tensed and tight until he has spilled all of his spunk inside Draco. He convulses once, twice more, and then falls limply, covering Draco’s form with his own.
Draco revels in the feel of Potter’s weight as the sated man catches his breath, his body still shuddering and he sighs audibly. It makes Draco smile, to think that Potter has just got off so brilliantly that he would sigh out loud.
Potter’s head rests in the crook of Draco’s neck now and they are still for a moment in post coital bliss. Then Draco can feel Potter’s eyelashes as the other man’s eyelids flutter and Potter runs the tips of his fingers through the come that still coats Draco’s belly and chest.
Draco smiles and plants a small kiss on the top of Potter’s head. Potter feels it and looks up at Draco, his bottom lip pulled up under his teeth. He blows a little breath out and tentatively asks, “Will you stay?”
And what can Draco say? How can he say no?
So Draco nods and Potter smiles before laying his head back down on Draco’s chest and continuing to play with his rapidly drying spunk.
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Sometime in the middle of the night, Draco wakes. It is silent and he realises the rain must have stopped. It is nearly pitch dark in Potter’s room, only tiny streaks of dim light flow in from the cracks on each side of the curtains.
At some point, Potter rolled off of Draco’s chest. He is lying curled up on his side next to Draco now. He can just make out Potter’s features as his eyes adjust to the low light. Potter’s hair falls into his eyes and the tips just reach Potter’s eyelashes. They are thick and black and longer than Draco realised. He can’t recall when Potter took off his glasses the night before, but appreciates the opportunity to examine the man’s face without them.
Potter is handsome and pretty at the same time. Draco can’t quite put his finger on what it is about the other man that he finds so magnetic and gravitates toward.
Potter sighs gently in his sleep and turns onto his back, mumbling. Draco can’t make out what he is saying, but Potter doesn’t seem upset, so he doesn’t worry about it.
Draco stretches and the blankets covering him move and he realises that he still has dried spunk on his belly and it’s sticking to the sheets. He finds his wand on the night table and does a silent scourgify, so as not to wake Potter.
Very quietly and slowly, Draco gets out of the bed. He finds the loo and after a long piss, splashes water on his face. While looking at himself in the mirror, he makes out a very dark hickey on his neck that stands out brilliantly from his porcelain skin. He wonders when Potter did that.
Draco walks back into the bedroom and looks at Potter on the bed. He is blissful and calm in sleep. Draco is so intrigued by this man. Potter has given his life away in service to the Ministry and almost no one knows any details about his personal life. He never did get back together with the Weaselette after the war. Draco hadn’t even known for sure that Potter was gay until being invited to come home with him last night.
Part of Draco is terrified that this will only be a one night deal and after they part in the morning, Potter will go back to his busy Auror life and Draco will never be able to uncover any of the mysteries surrounding him. Another part of Draco hopes that this is exactly what will happen. He has his hands full already with his job and his charity and family responsibilities. He doesn’t have time to entertain this infatuation that he has developed with Potter.
After pondering all of this, Draco finally relents to the pull of the warm bed and the warm body within it. He climbs back in and spoons up behind Potter who sighs again in the most adorable fashion and smiles in his sleep.
In this deliciously comfortable and warm position, it only takes moments for Draco to succumb to blissful slumber once again.
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I love how sweet and adorable this is. And I really love Draco's job and how dedicated he is to it. I also like how easy it is between Draco and Harry. This story really is adorable and then...hot as hell!
-Laura
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