HP fic: Exchanging Wands [Harry/Draco, adult]
Title: Exchanging Wands Authors: cruisedirector and celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: adult Warnings: Spoilers for DH (which means Harry and Draco are old enough to be doing this even by LJ standards). Summary: Harry visits Malfoy Manor to return Draco's wand and finds himself happily rewarded. Also here (f-locked). First in the Investigations series. Disclaimer: JK Rowling set this scenario up.
The last time Harry had seen Malfoy Manor, it had been as a most unwilling guest... a prisoner, before Aberforth Dumbledore and Dobby provided a means of escape. It felt very strange to be returning, though Lucius was a broken man and Harry had in his pocket the only instrument that might have threatened his own life.
Narcissa answered the door, staring for so long that Harry wondered if she would refuse to let him in. "I came to see Draco," he told her.
At once she stepped protectively into the doorway. "He was exonerated. You told the Ministry yourself that you believed his repentance was sincere. You have no reason to..."
"I didn't come here to make trouble for him," Harry assured her. "I do believe his repentance was sincere. I'm hoping he'll come back to Hogwarts in the autumn when I do. I just wanted to return this." With his left hand, Harry held up the wand that had killed Voldemort.
Narcissa's eyes widened. "Is that...?"
"Yes." Harry nodded. "May I see Draco, then?"
"Of course." Suddenly Narcissa had pulled around her the rags of her former pride, although her expression still bore the marks of months of fear. She gestured him into the hall. "Come... come this way." It was the room where Harry had been brought as a prisoner, and Narcissa flushed slightly as she realized he recognized it. "I'll send one of the house-elves for Draco. Just a moment."
As she turned away, Harry glanced around. The house was still elegant yet it appeared in places to have been stripped bare, as if someone -- the Ministry, likely -- had come through in search of suspicious objects and taken everything that might have served a dark purpose. He did not feel comfortable sitting in any of the chairs -- Hermione had been tortured in this house -- so he was still standing when Narcissa returned to ask whether he would like tea.
"No, thank you," Harry replied automatically. A door opened and he turned, but it was Lucius Malfoy who stepped inside. Draco's father did not look quite as battered as he had when Harry had last seen him, pleading before the Wizengamot that any wrongdoing had been his own and his son should be spared prison, but the imperious man who had curled his mouth at a half-blood appeared quite subdued.
"Mister Potter," he said with a forced expression of respect. "You honor our home..."
"Save it. I'm here to see Draco," Harry told him shortly.
"He's brought Draco's wand," Narcissa said.
"Oh." Lucius raised his head to meet Harry's eyes, then looked away quickly. "That's thoughtful of you." His right hand twitched, as if yearning to snatch it from Harry.
Harry remembered that although he had escaped imprisonment, Lucius had been forbidden to possess a wand for three years. He didn't respond, simply waiting for Draco to appear, and had begun to wonder whether Draco was actually in the house when the door opened again.
Although presumably the house-elf had told Draco who had come to see him, Draco still looked shocked by Harry's presence, turning to his parents for reassurance. "What's going on?"
"I brought..." Harry began, and then suddenly could not bear to spend another moment in that room, with both elder Malfoys gazing apprehensively at their son and so many reminders of what had happened right there months before. "Listen, Draco, can we walk a bit?"
Though he darted a glance at his parents as if he needed their approval, Draco nodded. "Did you want to see the gardens? They're in relatively good shape, despite... despite everything. Or I could show you the library..." Lucius Malfoy made an almost imperceptible motion with his chin. Perhaps the Ministry had not yet finished searching the library. "Or my rooms." This time it was Draco's mother who looked uneasy. "You'll have food brought up, Mother?"
"Mister Potter declined tea..." Narcissa began, but Harry interrupted.
"The gardens. But tea would be fine later. Whatever." His hand tightened around Draco's wand in his pocket.
With one last look at his parents, Draco said, "All right. Come on." He turned, and Harry followed him.
They went out of a set of French doors and down a short stone stairway onto a spread of lawn. Harry glanced around. "Let's walk that way," he said, pointing to what looked like a formal maze. It reminded him, a bit uncomfortably, of the maze in the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, but beyond there was a grove of trees, and he thought he saw a bench where they could sit.
"Are my parents in trouble?" Draco asked after a few moments.
"I don't think so. I mean, I don't know about it if they are; that's not why I'm here." Harry was torn between the urge to carry out his business and leave -- now that he had replaced his own wand, he had no more need of Draco's than he had had of the Elder Wand -- and to postpone it for awhile so he could talk to Draco. Dumbledore had been so certain that Draco was not beyond redemption, that his soul was worth saving...
"Am I in trouble, then? You don't want me back at Hogwarts, do you?" It almost sounded as though Draco might be relieved at that prospect. "I keep telling my father that of course I shouldn't go back. A lot of people were hurt. They won't want to see me."
"They'd rather see you than Goyle, you can be sure of that." Harry hesitated. "I'd like to see you back at Hogwarts."
"Why?" Draco stopped walking and stared at Harry, biting at the edge of his lip. His face was thinner and more pointed than it ever had been, and there was a raw spot on his mouth; he must have developed the habit of chewing on it sometime in the past months. "Why did you come here, anyhow? If Hogwarts wanted me to return I'd have had a letter." He spoke bitterly.
"Why do I want you back there? I don't know. Maybe because it wouldn't seem like school without you across the Great Hall at the Slytherin table." That was the truth, if only a small part of it.
"What about Granger? You can't tell me she ever wants to see anyone from my family again."
"She knows you aren't your aunt. Or your father. You didn't want to tell them who we were when Greyback brought us in," Harry reminded him.
They had reached the edge of the maze. Draco stepped in first, and the carefully cut hedges suddenly moved, leaving a straight path up the center. "Sorry. Father's a bit lazy about walking the long way through."
Again Harry was reminded of the Triwizard Tournament, when the plants had seemed to close in on him, but he grimaced and followed Draco forward. He had survived far worse at this house.
"I brought you something," he said.
"Oh? Don't tell me, it's a letter from the Wizengamot requiring me to return to school, whether I like it or not. Harry Potter, Ministry errand boy."
Harry set his teeth. He'd come here to return Draco's wand, and he was going to do it. Reaching out, he grabbed Draco's sleeve. "No. It's something else."
"Give it over, then, whatever it is." Draco sounded tired. "Then you can leave."
"I don't... oh, to hell with it. Here." Harry slid the wand from his left-hand pocket and held it out. "It's yours. I thought you should have it back."
Draco stared at the wand almost fearfully, as if he didn't quite recognize it. "Did they..." he whispered. "Did they purge it? Priori Incantatem or whatever they use?"
"I don't think so. They're a superstitious lot at the Ministry these days. This is still the wand that killed Voldemort." Draco flinched outright at the name. "They wouldn't have wanted to tamper with that. Don't you want it anymore?"
Slowly, as if he were thought the wand might have become fragile in Harry's care, Draco slid his fingers along the handle and closed them around it. There was something oddly erotic about the gesture and Harry felt his groin stir. Blushing faintly, he looked away as Draco lifted the wand in the air.
"Feels like it always did. It worked as well for you as it did for me? Are you sure it will want me back? I looked up what you said, all that stuff about the Elder Wand and how it should have been mine to command, but I've been using my grandfather's wand and it's not the same."
"You didn't win your grandfather's wand, though," Harry pointed out. "I don't know if this one worked as well for me as for you, but I didn't have any trouble with it. Try it and see."
For another moment Draco continued to stroke the wand, rubbing his thumb along the length as if trying to discern some change. "Engorgio!" He pointed at a fallen leaf, which swelled obediently to the size of a dinner plate. "It seems... different, somehow, but it's working."
Something besides the leaf had been affected by Draco's spell. Or at least, that was what Harry told himself must have happened. "What seems different, can you tell?" He glanced ahead. "Sun's a bit warm -- let's sit down?"
"Okay." Draco followed Harry to the bench. "It felt the same when I just held it, but not when I cast the spell. I didn't expect the leaf to get that big, actually."
"I think it's pretty obvious it will obey you, at least," Harry said. "Ollivander told me some things about wands and loyalties. A lot of it sounded as woolly as Divination but there's no reason this wand wouldn't return its loyalty to you, since I'm returning it without a struggle..."
He broke off, mouth dry. Draco was stroking his fingers up and down the wand, inspecting it, and though Harry knew of no magic that should have connected himself with the wand, it was as if Draco was touching him. "Feels good to have it back," Draco admitted. "I wasn't sure it would. I had to do some terrible things with this wand."
"I know. I saw." Harry's hand reached out toward Draco's knee. What was he doing? Quickly he pulled it back. "There was a connection between Voldemort and me -- I saw some of the things he saw. It's how I knew when he was coming to Hogwarts."
"There were rumors..." Draco gulped and started over. "You went out there. He demanded your life to stop the attack on the castle, and you went." Abruptly he turned, looking right at Harry, so close that Harry could feel his breath. "I would have run as far away as I could. My father, too."
"Your father came running back to look for you when he could have been hiding to save himself," Harry said. Why was Draco talking to him like this? "And you didn't run away either. In the Room of Requirement you waited for Ron to pick up Goyle." He glanced sideways at Draco, remembering how it had felt to have Draco holding onto him as they flew out of the Fiendfyre. "You risked your life to save others."
"Not like you did." Draco hadn't stopped fiddling with his wand. "If you hadn't..." He swallowed. "I'd be dead if it weren't for you. You came back for me when we'd been trying to kill you."
"You didn't try to kill me." This time Harry let himself touch Draco's knee, bony and cold inside his trousers, despite the sun. "You tried to stop Crabbe." He gave a wry smile. "Actually, I think I've come closer to killing you, with Sectumsempra."
Draco held very still under Harry's touch. "Snape," he said, looking like he might cry. "He saved me. I know you said he was on Dumbledore's side all along. He knew I was supposed to kill Dumbledore, and..."
Harry drew in a shaky breath. He felt as if he should put his arms around Draco, and at the same time he was certain it could be a serious mistake to do so when they were both so emotional and when his body was misbehaving so badly. It had to be the wand. Fine, not just the wand -- he'd had odd feelings too, that whole year he'd spent obsessed with Draco and what Draco was doing in the Room of Requirement -- but not like this, not where they were sitting together touching.
Gulping, he said, "Snape was on Dumbledore's side all along. They both knew what you were supposed to do. Dumbledore wasn't going to let it happen, and neither was Snape."
"I owe -- " Draco's fingers came down over Harry's, gripping so tightly that Harry knew he meant not to comfort but to gather strength. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"It's all right." Draco was clutching at Harry's hand as if it were a lifeline. Harry wondered if Draco had ever been able to mourn Snape. No one had found the body; everyone assumed that one of the Death Eaters had destroyed it, but with no corpse and no funeral, it was hard to have a focus for grief. And Harry, despite the years of antagonism, felt a certain shame that it had taken Snape's death for him to realize the man's true allegiance. "He -- he loved you, I think."
"Yes," said Harry firmly, and felt Draco relax, just a fraction, leaning against him. "He must have. And Dumbledore knew what would have to be done; he was dying anyway. It's okay, Draco. It's over."
"It'll never be the same, though," said Draco in a small voice. "I owed him so much, and now I can't... I can't..." He raised his other hand and scrubbed it furiously over his eyes.
There had to be something wrong with himself, Harry thought. It was not right that he was sitting here with a stiffy while Draco was crying. "He'd want you to go back to Hogwarts," he said, as much for something to say as because he hadn't forgotten that Draco was looking for an excuse not to return. "He thought you were worth saving -- he'd want you to finish school so you could go on with your life."
"And you? You really want me there?" asked Draco dully. "Your friends hate me, and I can't blame them. They'll make things miserable for me."
"They aren't like that. Haven't you figured out by now that not everyone needs to look down at someone? I doubt you and Hermione will ever go to Madam Puddifoot's together but really, would you want to?"
"Not really. Bit tiresome listening to someone who knows everything." Draco managed a watery smile and Harry smiled back. "Besides, Granger's not really my type. Not because she's a Mu-- Muggle-born, either."
Harry was unexpectedly touched that Draco had not said "Mudblood" -- after a lifetime, it must be hard to change such a habit. "That doesn't surprise me, you went out with Pansy. I doubt she'll be going back to take her N.E.W.T.s, though."
"Probably not, but..." Draco hesitated. "She's not my type either."
"Not your type either?" said Harry blankly. "I don't get it. You went to the Yule Ball with her. And I saw how she used to act around you."
"Never mind." His face had turned pink.
But he'd piqued Harry's curiosity. "Come on, Draco. I can understand not wanting to go out with Hermione -- I love her like a sister, but I can't imagine... no." He shook his head. "Besides, I think she and Ron are going to be a permanent item. And fair enough about Pansy, too. But what girls are your type?" He thought for a minute. Both Hermione and Pansy had brown hair. "Blondes?" Thinking of Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys, he added, "Can't possibly be redheads."
Draco had gone even redder. "Sixth year was a disaster, with Pansy," he muttered. "I couldn't... all right, maybe it was that I didn't want to."
Harry wished his cock wasn't quite so interested in him trying to picture Draco naked and turning away Pansy Parkinson. "I've never thought that she was a very nice person," he said lamely, which made Draco snicker through his blushes.
"She's not a nice person at all. Like most of my friends. She's a real bitch." He said this with a kind of satisfaction in his voice. "When I... wouldn't, she threatened to tell everyone that it's because I'm a poof. Only thing that stopped her is that I was already with the Death Eaters. And my parents have more money than her parents."
Harry's heart was hammering in a way he knew it should not have been. "My friends may dislike you for having been a Death Eater, but I don't think they'd care if you were a poof," he said as offhandedly as possible.
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, I wouldn't." Harry held his breath, waiting.
"You wouldn't?" Draco's tongue darted out to lick his lips. "Why not? It would be just one more reason to despise me... except..." He paused. "You don't despise me, or you wouldn't have come here today."
"No, I don't. And, um." Now it was Harry's turn to turn red. "If they cared if you were a poof, they'd have to care that... that I am too," he finished in a rush. "I think."
If he'd half-expected Draco to snicker again, he was wrong. "You think? You haven't...?"
"Haven't told them anything? No... it's complicated... Ron thinks I'm dating his sister..."
"That's not what I meant." Draco was looking at him very intently. "Are you? I mean... you've been with men?"
Somehow that was a harder question than simply admitting that he might be a poof. "I've never, actually. I spent most of last year camping in a tent with Hermione. It isn't as if there were opportunities."
"But you've wanted to." Draco's expression was still entirely earnest, without a trace of the triumphant scoffing Harry would once have expected to see.
"I suppose. Yes." I'm hard for you right now. No, he couldn't say that! But Draco smiled slowly, as if he knew, though he still didn't look mocking; he looked pleased. "You?"
"I've been attracted to men for a long time." Draco's gaze flickered.
"Have you... been with any?" Harry wasn't sure whether he wanted to hear Draco answer yes or no, but he couldn't help asking.
"Yes... but not the one I wanted most."
Harry's mouth was dry. "Who was that?"
"I think you know." The hand that had been clutching Harry's had softened its grasp. Draco's thumb moved gently, tracing the edge of one of Harry's fingers. "Or do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Oh," Harry whimpered. He'd told himself that he was imagining things, the way Draco had been holding him as they flew to safety at Hogwarts, and he'd told himself it couldn't possibly mean anything that he had such an affinity for Draco's wand... but here it was. "I thought you hated me."
"Thought Snape hated you too, didn't you?" Harry felt an odd pang. "I was trying to do what my parents wanted... what I thought they wanted, anyway. Now I know my father would have been much happier if V-Voldemort had never come back, but he couldn't tell me that before -- he was convinced that as long as you were around, our family was in danger. The Dark Lord expected my father to do his bidding and my father thought we would all die if he didn't. So I tried to do the same thing."
Harry watched Draco's thumb slide back and forth across his knuckles. He was happier than he'd had any idea he could be to learn that Draco had not wanted to be a Death Eater. It occurred to him, however, that if Draco had suspected Harry was gay, he might be playing along right now just to ingratiate himself or get some kind of leverage. "You actually wanted me, even though you knew you might be asked to kill me?"
"Yes." Draco stopped moving his thumb for a moment, then resumed. "Not just you, all right... but you more than anyone else. I didn't expect to be asked to kill you, though, and I was right. He wanted that pleasure for himself." He shuddered. "Pleasure. That's what it was to him, and to Aunt Bella, too. It was horrible to watch them."
"I guess it must have been." Harry tentatively shifted his hand within Draco's grasp, beginning to echo the tiny caress with his own fingers. Draco's palm was damp and Harry heard him breathe in sharply when Harry stroked over it. "Was that why you pretended not to know it was me when your father asked, the night we were all captured and brought here? That took guts, to do that."
Draco squeezed back. "Sort of. I couldn't say absolutely that it wasn't you, you have to understand. As long as I said I wasn't sure, no one else there was more likely to recognize you... but if there was something that did verify who you were, then I'd have been in too much danger to have any chance." He swallowed. "So it wasn't really brave at all."
Harry supposed that that was true; he'd understood that the Carrows were in more trouble for reporting his presence without keeping him in their custody than they would have been had they never sent Voldemort a signal. "It's over now, anyway," he said. "He's gone. He isn't coming back this time."
"My parents are so relieved, they haven't even been on my case this summer about marrying a pureblood girl." Draco smiled mirthlessly. "I think they suspect about me but they're still just happy we're all alive. A lot of families weren't so lucky."
Draco was probably thinking of the Crabbes, but Harry felt a surge of anger as he thought of the Weasleys, the Lupins... Draco's mother had lost her sister, yet in the end no one but Voldemort had seemed sorry. "You aren't sad at all about how things turned out? With what happened to your friends, and your aunt?"
"If Voldemort had won, I'd be dead anyway." Draco spoke with great certainty. "He kept people around only as long as they were useful, and he knew I didn't want to be doing any of the things he ordered." His fingernails bit into Harry's hand. "I don't blame you for not trusting me. I'm surprised you brought my wand back. But I'm telling you the truth."
"I believe you." He did, although he wasn't sure why. Maybe because he felt that he wouldn't have been so at ease with Draco's wand if Draco had been as vicious as Bellatrix, as violent as Fenrir, as ruthless as Voldemort. Draco might be a coward in some ways, and Harry didn't entirely trust him, but that didn't make him a liar.
"Thank you," said Draco in a quiet voice. "That means a lot to me... more than you know."
Harry felt himself turning red. His body was still reacting to Draco's touch, so he shifted on the bench, trying to relieve the pressure of his cock against his trousers, but succeeded only in pressing closer to Draco. "Um. Well, thanks." He couldn't use his free hand to adjust himself; Draco was sure to realize what he was doing, and that would be embarrassing. Even if Draco had pretty much said flat out that he fancied Harry.
"I want..." Draco began. He was leaning slightly forward, looking at their entwined hands, and shook his head as if he wasn't sure he should say whatever he had in mind. Then he glanced up at the mansion off in the distance. "Fuck it, anyway." Harry felt Draco turn, and suddenly his face was between Draco's hands and Draco was kissing him.
Oh. He had imagined this, more than once, and then had tried to convince himself that it wouldn't be like kissing Ginny. But while Ginny made him feel sort of vaguely happy and comfortable -- Harry had experienced few hugs in his life, let alone having another person wrapped around him stroking his hair -- she didn't make him feel on fire from his fingertips to his toes with most of the parts in the middle, particularly his cock, leaping and quivering in pleasure.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Draco said rather breathlessly, and did it again. Which meant that Harry couldn't have told him that, even if he'd wanted to. Which he didn't. Very much didn't; with the small part of his mind that wasn't entirely focused on how it felt to be kissing Draco, he was hoping that it could just go on forever.
It wasn't completely different from kissing Ginny, although Draco's lips were a different shape and he used his tongue with a lot more force, but it was hotter and wetter and just much more, as if every nerve in Harry's body had tuned in and said yes, that's what was missing all this time. He tried to kiss back with the same intensity, clumsily putting his arms around Draco and pulling him closer.
Draco made a little noise, almost a whine, and said against Harry's mouth, "Fuck, yes," grabbing Harry's hand and guiding it -- and Harry learned that Draco was just as hard as he was, and that made him more excited still. He rubbed hesitantly, not entirely certain what Draco wanted -- did he think that they were going to have sex here, in his parents' garden?
Then Draco put his hand on Harry's cock, feeling the shape of it through his trousers, and Harry forgot all about where they were or why he had come here... he only wanted to continue, moaning into Draco's mouth until Draco pulled back enough to grin. "Maybe we should go someplace more private."
"You don't honestly expect me to walk back into the house..."
Draco snickered. "You could probably shag me in the foyer and my parents wouldn't dare say a word, but I hadn't intended on walking that far."
He rose and gestured at the maze, pulling Harry's hand to help him stand. "Useful for more than just shade." As they stepped into the rows of hedges, the plants curved around them, creating a private bower. A wide, flat patch of soft grass covered what had been a hard stretch of bare pathway.
"It's like the Room of Requirement," murmured Harry, impressed.
"Not quite. Can't make pillows, or lube." Draco winked at him. "But it does have some good points."
"I see that." The hedge had grown tall enough that no one from the house could see them, not even from the highest windows. Harry suspected that no one would be able to get through the now-solid ring of bushes, either. He wondered if Draco had brought any of those other boys he said he'd been with here, but stopped thinking about that when Draco tugged him down to the grass and started kissing him again, one hand working to undo Harry's trousers.
When Draco had managed to get the button and zip undone, and his fingers were sliding under the elastic, Harry belatedly started to reciprocate. Draco's fastenings were complicated, with buttons and hooks. He had to stop kissing and look down to figure out how to open everything, and Draco snickered again -- but with amusement, not malice.
"Sorry. Wasn't really expecting that anyone else would be taking them off today."
He helped Harry undo the last hook, and then Harry saw that Draco had nothing on underneath; his cock poked out, hard and red against the pale skin and fair hair around it. Harry couldn't stop looking. He'd seen other cocks before, of course, he'd lived in a dormitory for six years, and even a stiffy wasn't completely unfamiliar. But this was different. Draco was hard because of him.
"If you've never done this, maybe you'd better let me start." Draco was grinning widely at him, pushing Harry's trousers and pants down to his knees. Harry blushed -- he wasn't used to being half-naked in broad daylight with someone studying his cock -- but then Draco ran his thumb over the head, nudging at the slit until a drop of fluid spilled out, and Harry couldn't think enough to be embarrassed.
"Oh fuck, Draco!" He clutched at the blond hair as Draco bent his head, licked once across the swollen head of Harry's cock and lowered his mouth to wrap around the shaft. Obviously Draco had done this before; he knew just where to put pressure with his tongue and how to move the foreskin up and down with his lips and his fingers were cupping Harry's balls, rolling them against his palm. Harry let out a desperate whimper. He thought it was quite possible -- probable -- that he was going to explode before he'd even touched Draco.
Then Draco hummed, and did something with his fingers, and Harry threw back his head and shouted. Draco stayed on him, swallowing twice, and his teeth scraped Harry just a little when he did that but it didn't seem to matter.
"Oh, fuck," Harry said again, when he could breathe. "Fuck." If he hadn't felt so good, he would have been humiliated that he'd come so fast, but Draco didn't seem to be bothered; he looked up, his mouth still around Harry's cock, and grinned. He licked along it again deliberately and then sat up, absent-mindedly wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Not quite. No lube, remember?" Draco was smiling, a self-conscious smile. "Although there are spells for that. If you wanted...?" His voice trailed off in the question.
"Um. I, um, I..." Harry stammered. Not that he hadn't thought about it, but here? In the garden at Malfoy Manor? Even with the protective hedge hiding them, he still felt too exposed to be quite comfortable with the idea.
"It's okay," said Draco, though a flash of disappointment crossed his face. "Here." He took Harry's hand and urged it towards his prick, gasping when Harry closed his fingers around it.
It felt odd to wank a cock that was not his own, and Harry kept moving his eyes anxiously back and forth between the swollen organ and Draco's face -- so different with the tension of arousal than the stress of the last time Harry had seen him. He wasn't sure he dared to take it in his mouth, not when Draco had just sucked him off so skillfully, but he was curious to taste...
Lowering his head, he licked tentatively around the part of the shaft covered in skin, and then, at Draco's whimper, let his tongue travel over the ridge of foreskin to taste the head. The flavor there was stronger but not bad, and Draco let out an actual groan. "Please..."
Harry had never heard Draco beg him for anything. He liked it. A lot. Cautiously he slid the whole head of the cock into his mouth and sucked.
"Ohhh... Harry, yes please..." Draco was actually shaking. Harry tried taking in a little more, worried that he would gag, and put his fingers around the base to make up the difference. He could taste the bit of fluid that had welled up, vaguely acrid, and under his tongue he could feel the pulsing of blood. A feeling of pleased triumph, almost power, went through him and he sucked harder.
Draco's hand touched his head, pulling off his glasses -- probably he should have done that himself before starting, Harry realized -- and then returned, tightening on his hair. Under Harry's fingers he felt Draco's bollocks drawing up. "Harry," Draco whimpered again.
He knew Draco must be about to come. Draco had swallowed Harry's spunk... he supposed that was the right thing to do. He tried to relax his throat... then he felt Draco buck beneath him and his mouth filled with hot, bitter fluid. He tried to swallow; it burned in his throat going down, and Draco was still coming, semen spilling out the side of Harry's mouth and down his chin in a hot trail.
"Ohh," sighed Draco happily. Sitting back, blushing, Harry wiped his face with his hand. "Thanks." It seemed an odd thing to say -- Draco had, after all, just done the same for him -- but Draco had never thanked Harry for anything and besides, a moment later he leaned forward to kiss Harry's cheek, licking at the wet streak.
"Are you sure you've never done that before?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear.
"Never." He must have done it all right, after all. Harry turned his head to look at Draco, whom he had never seen look so relaxed and satisfied and happy before in his life. "But I probably need more practice," he added, wanting to make sure that Draco knew he'd enjoyed it and would do it again.
A smile lit Draco's face. "Me, too." He put his arms around Harry, leaning back so that they lay together on the warm grass, clothing in complete disarray but Harry didn't care that his bits were hanging out in the breeze. This was better than it had ever been with Ginny; with Draco kissing him eagerly, already Harry was starting to get excited once more. Well, it had been ages since he'd done anything but have a quick and private wank.
"So you liked that?" asked Draco with a trace of his old smugness. "Tried to warn you, but I needed to come so much..." He was grinning, and his fingers slid over Harry's hip, crossing Harry's belly until they bumped into his stiffening cock. "Someone feels like he isn't finished yet."
"Oh," Harry groaned feebly, trying to press himself into Draco's hand. "Not yet."
Rolling, Draco levered himself onto his elbows over Harry. He settled between Harry's legs, rocking up until his mostly-limp cock was rubbing over Harry's and Harry was moaning helplessly. "Think you might want to try putting it in me?" Draco asked, making Harry groan again.
Although he still felt self-conscious about the idea, Draco asking flat out made it seem less impossible, and Harry's prick found it a very interesting proposition. "You said there are spells?"
"Mm-hm. Didn't anyone in Gryffindor share how to cast those? But now that I have my wand back I can teach you." Draco moved away, to Harry's regret until he realized that Draco was reaching for his wand. "Before I do that, though, I don't know about you but I'm taking these off." His trousers had been at half-mast all this time, and now he kicked off his shoes and pulled his trousers off completely. "And the rest, too."
As Draco set down his wand and began to take off his shirt, Harry sat up, fumbling to do the same. If he was going to be fucking Draco -- oh, god, he was going to fuck Draco -- he wanted to feel everything, skin to skin.
He was nervous, but he was also half-afraid that Draco would rescind the offer, so he quickly stripped off, grateful that he'd got in some Quidditch practice with the Weasleys -- he'd been in pretty poor shape after months of traveling with Hermione, eating little and exercising mostly of necessity.
Draco looked surprisingly good, too, considering that for months and until not too long ago Voldemort had been living in his parents' house with him. Too thin, but good. He caught Harry looking and smiled, flopping back on the grass with his legs partway spread. His cock was getting hard again, dark red against his pale skin. "Ready to try the spell?"
"I thought you were going to do it." Harry swallowed, watching Draco slide his fingers along his wand.
"We both can." Draco's smile was pure invitation. "You do want to learn it, right?" At Harry's nod, he said, "Well then. You'll want to aim your wand where you want the lube to be; it's not strictly necessary if you're focused right, but easier that way. So aim at your cock, yeah." Draco drew up one leg, angling his wand towards his arse where Harry could just see the tight pucker. "The spell is Lubricio. Concentrate and try it."
Harry said nervously, "Lubricio!" Nothing much happened, and he flushed.
"Come on, say it like you mean it." Draco watched Harry intently, but there was no mockery in the glance. "Or here, watch. Lubricio!" He shivered slightly. "It does feel a little strange at first. Try again, Harry."
Harry's hand holding his wand was trembling. Closing his eyes to concentrate for a moment, he tried to focus only on his cock. "Lubricio!" This time it worked, though it definitely felt strange, as if he had somehow come all over himself without actually ejaculating. His cock gleamed with wetness. "Is that it?"
Draco smirked. "Be more comfortable for me if you stretch me a bit first."
"Oh," said Harry, feeling like an idiot. He'd known that, in a vague and theoretical sort of way. Draco spread out widely in invitation and Harry slid his fingers hesitantly up Draco's thigh. When he reached it, the hole felt impossibly tight, like nothing his cock would ever fit inside, even though it was only average-sized. He pressed a fingertip in very carefully.
"Oh fuck, go on, yeah." Draco pressed down, swallowing more of the finger into that tight heat. "More!"
It was slick inside. The flesh clung tightly as Harry slid in a second fingertip. Draco rocked against him, urging him further in. "Do... you do this to yourself?" Harry asked, feeling a rush of heat at the image of Draco impaled on his own hand.
"Of course. Haven't you ever tried it?" With a soft groan, Draco pushed again.
"Um. Not really." He'd never gone inside, not like this, only rubbed over the pucker of his hole. Seeing how much Draco was enjoying it, now he wondered why he hadn't, since what he'd done had felt rather good.
"Well..." said Draco softly, "maybe sometime I'll show you something else I think you'll like. Try another now... oh! Fuck, yes there, feel that?"
The hard swelling that must have been Draco's prostate brushed against Harry's seeking fingertip. "Just like that?" he asked, doing it again and listening to Draco's groan in response. His arse clenched around Harry's fingers at the stimulation and his cock twitched.
"Ahhfuck! Enough of that." Draco jerked back from Harry's fingers and for a moment Harry thought he had done something terribly wrong, but then Draco gave him a somewhat embarrassed grin. "Much more and I might have come, or not lasted when we started." He glanced at Harry's cock, still gleaming from the lubrication spell. "Ready to feel fantastic?"
Face warm, Harry nodded, watching with a combination of relief and disappointment as Draco rolled over. "Be easier the first time this way," Draco told him, spreading his legs and lifting his bum off the ground. "Just slide it in there. Not too fast if you can help it."
The matter-of-fact tone might not have been the most intimate but it made it easy to follow directions. Harry knelt behind Draco, pushing the head of his cock against the hole that still seemed too small... then it parted around him, tight heat enclosing the head of his cock, and he moaned helplessly.
"That's it, slowly," said Draco in a strained voice. "Uhhh... oh yeah."
With an effort, Harry managed to keep from slamming in; Draco was right, it did feel fantastic, better even than when Draco had sucked him off, and he had been sure that nothing could top that. He grabbed onto Draco's hips and pulled most of the way out again, relishing how the muscles at Draco's entrance quivered, stimulating each inch of skin as he moved, then let himself sink slowly back inside. "Is that okay?" he panted.
"Shift just a little?" Harry tried again, angling his cock slightly differently at each stroke, until Draco groaned in unmistakable pleasure. "There... ohfuckHarryjust move!" Draco's voice cracked on the last word.
Harry had no choice but to obey; he was certain that he would explode if he did not. Still gripping Draco's hips, he began to slide in and out quickly. After a moment he felt Draco bend his arm and reach beneath himself, moving it up and down in a jerky rhythm faster than Harry's thrusts.
Knowing that Draco was touching himself just made everything hotter. "Oh fuck, let me do that," Harry begged, fumbling beneath Draco's body with one hand. He couldn't find anything but slippery belly for a moment until Draco grabbed his wrist and guided his hand lower, keeping his own fingers over Harry's as he wrapped it around his cock.
"Oh yeah," Draco groaned. "Oh fuck, harder..."
Merlin, nothing was ever going to be better than this! Harry called out as he slapped his hips against Draco's bum, hoping the spell that had made the hedges surround them would also muffle the noises they were making.
Heat spiraled through him, every nerve alive and focused on his cock, the feel of Draco's arse clenching around it tighthotslick, and he gave in almost reluctantly, only because it was too hard not to let go. He cried out Draco's name, an incantation of need, his orgasm spilling deep as he slumped forward.
Draco still had hold of Harry's hand, pumping them together on his prick. "Don't stop," he begged -- begged! -- and Harry blinked sweat from his eyes and kept his hand moving, still pressed up inside Draco and feeling the flex of his bum muscles.
"So close, oh fuck, oh fuck, need you Harry please..." The words were almost incoherent, but a twinge of pleasure went through Harry at hearing them. He couldn't reach Draco's face; he planted rough biting kisses on his shoulder and back instead.
"Come on, come for me," Harry growled.
Draco screamed -- really screamed, to Harry's surprise -- and bucked into their joined hands, shoving against Harry's palm. Harry could feel the inner muscles squeezing his softening cock as Draco's hot spunk poured out and between his fingers.
"Oh fuck, oh yeah," Draco groaned, slumping forward and panting. Harry's own heart was still hammering and he could feel Draco's pulse as well, leaning over his back. "Fuck! We really need to do this more often."
A wide grin split Harry's face. "If you come back to Hogwarts, we can," he pointed out.
"Do you mean that?" Draco had gone still, and now he twisted, trying to look at Harry who finally pulled away. His cock was sticky but he ignored it as Draco went on. "It's not as if we've had a good history together at school. You said your friends wouldn't make my life miserable if I went back, but it might be different if they knew we were, you know. Seeing each other like this. You can't tell me that Weasley would be happy about it."
"None of his business, is it?" Harry felt uncomfortably that Draco might be right, but this was his life, not Ron's. If he wanted to be with Draco, why shouldn't he be?
"Doesn't matter if it's his business, he'll make a fuss if he knows. And his sister." Draco's eyes were challenging. "I know you can't promise that everything will go smoothly, but are you willing to say that you'll stick by me?"
Harry hesitated. Hermione and Ron had given up months of their lives to help him on a quest for which he had been ill-prepared to lead them. But he also felt entitled, finally, to enjoy the life that had been returned to him.
"I'm not talking about every minute," Draco added quickly. "I mean, my parents expect me to marry some pureblood and produce another generation of Malfoys, which I'm not ruling out, someday. But I don't imagine the Weasley girl will share you."
"I don't know," Harry replied honestly. He and Ginny had either been together or not-together; they had never discussed dating each other and other people at the same time. "I think it would be silly for any of us to make promises when we're still so young. But... we need to figure out what we want, don't we?"
"Yeah. Doesn't have to be now, today, but... I know I don't want just to be your piece on the side." His thin face looked vulnerable, but his eyes were determined. "If both Snape and Dumbledore thought I was worth something, then I should think that of myself, too."
He was right, Harry had to admit that. And Harry hadn't had sex with Draco just for kicks; there was something more there, he was sure, and maybe they owed it to each other to find out what that could be. "That's fair."
"All right then." Draco gave a short sharp nod, which contrasted oddly with his sprawled nudity, and then relaxed and grinned at Harry. "Just wanted to make sure that was straight between us."
Laughing, Harry said, "Bent between us, more like."
"You know what I mean." Draco laughed too.
A breeze made Harry abruptly aware that he was still lying naked and damp in the Malfoy garden. "Um, your parents," he said uncomfortably, "won't they be wondering where we've got to?"
"Don't really care," Draco shrugged, though he glanced in the direction of the house. "Oh, I suppose we had better make Mother happy and have tea. You don't mind, do you?" Picking up his wand and looking it over again with a smile, he performed an expert cleaning charm.
Harry did not at all relish the idea of tea or anything else with Lucius and Narcissa, but he supposed that he could manage for half an hour. If he wanted Draco to make a real effort with his friends, it was the least he could do in return. Reaching for his trousers, he asked, "Will there be sweets?"
"Of course there will." Draco licked his lips and picked up his shirt, slipping his arms into the sleeves. "Especially with a guest -- three kinds of biscuits and two kinds of cake, I'd bet." He sniggered. "And Father won't be able to say anything if I have a third slice of cake, not if you do too."
Privately Harry thought that Draco looked as if he could use a third slice of cake every day. He would have said something about not putting Draco's mother to the trouble, but of course it would be house-elves preparing everything. "Sounds good," he said, managing to inject a reasonable amount of enthusiasm in his tone. Now dressed, he held out a hand to Draco, pulling him to his feet.
"Harry. Before we go inside..." Draco was holding out his wand. "Thank you. For this. I thought you might keep it as a trophy, and I was wrong." He took a deep breath. "That was one of the reasons I didn't want to go back to school."
"I never really thought about keeping it... it wouldn't have been right," Harry said, then blinked in surprise as Draco's serious expression suddenly dissolved into laughter.
"You really are a Gryffindor. Though I suppose I should be grateful for that as well." Pocketing the wand, Draco reached for Harry's hand instead. "Come on, before Father thinks you decided to test out Unforgivables on me or something. He's convinced that he's going to be made to pay for the fact that we all survived. He's even willing to grovel to Shacklebolt."
Harry was delighted about that, but knew better than to say so. He only returned Draco's grin and took his hand. "They won't think it's odd if you tell them you've decided to return to school because I asked you?"
"They'll think I'm behaving like a proper little toady, saying yes. Probably with plans to seize power for my own."
"What do you think?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't think so, but if you were then I wouldn't be supposed to think so, would I?"
"No." Draco gripped Harry's hand more tightly. "But I'm not."
Whether or not to believe him, Harry wasn't sure... he put it aside to think about later.
As Draco had hinted, Lucius Malfoy looked relieved to see his son back safely. It was soothing to Harry's ego to have the man so evidently ill-at-ease, but he tried to remain reasonably polite, not wanting to jeopardize the tentative accord he'd reached with Draco. There were plenty of sweets with the tea, as promised, and Harry and Draco gave each other small grins as they took large slices of cake.
"I've decided to go back to Hogwarts in September."
Harry was almost sure that Draco had deliberately waited to say that until both his parents' mouths were full, because Narcissa choked and Lucius turned an unbecoming shade of purple. He recovered quickly, however, and put a wide if insincere smile on his face. "That's wonderful news, Draco. Did Mister Potter convince you of the wisdom of such a course?" Lucius Malfoy's eyes darted towards Harry, though to his credit he did not let the smile waver.
"In a way. Now that my wand is back in action," and here Harry had to duck his head to hide a grin, "I've concluded that you're right, Mother, that the only way to restore honor to the Malfoy name is to make something of myself."
Narcissa wore an expression suggesting that she had never said such a thing, but she only nodded, carefully dabbing her mouth with her napkin. "We both believe education is very important, as you know," she told her son, glancing at Lucius and then Harry before returning her eyes to Draco. "But... did you test the wand, Draco?"
This time Harry had real difficulty repressing a snicker as Draco said, "I played with it a bit. Doesn't seem to be cursed."
"It's a pretty potent wand, really," said Harry offhandedly, adding, "It is the wand that more or less killed Voldemort."
"But it felt natural in my hand; and since Harry gave it to me voluntarily, I think the affinity is still there." Draco nodded for emphasis. "So since it seems to be in good working order, I really should take the opportunity to go back to school and make proper use of it." He smiled sweetly at Harry. "It was very kind of Harry to make such an effort for me."
Harry had to pretend to a coughing fit after all that, setting down his plate and covering his face with his hands. "Sorry," he said when he felt able to control his laughter, "bit of cake went down the wrong way."
"You'd better learn how to make things go down the right way, then." How Draco kept a straight face, Harry couldn't understand. Lucius was looking at his son guardedly, but he didn't say anything.
"More tea, perhaps?" Whether Narcissa had not caught the undercurrents and thought Harry was choking or whether she simply refused to acknowledge them, she sent the teapot floating toward Harry without the slightest change of expression. "If you'd like something more substantial, I shall have the elves bring up some sandwiches." Before Harry had a chance to reply, she was ringing the small bell that summoned a fierce-looking house-elf.
"See?" muttered Draco. "They like you already." Lucius took great pains to study his tea leaves as if he planned to read his future in them as Harry grinned. In a louder voice, Draco said, "See? Watch!" and raised his wand. The remaining shortbread transformed into the chocolate biscuits Harry preferred, though these had the Slytherin House emblem on them. "Good as new, this wand is, really."
Picking one up, Harry kept his eyes on Draco as he ate it, sure that Draco would guess what he was thinking -- he'd rather have Draco in his mouth than the Slytherin symbol.
"Excellent," said Lucius somewhat wanly. He probably envied his son the chance to have a wand again, but Harry couldn't be too sympathetic to his plight. "The new term begins in only a few weeks, Draco. I shall write to the Headmistress and tell her that you will attend after all, and we will need to go to Diagon Alley..."
Narcissa interrupted. "Draco can go by himself."
She and Lucius looked at each other for a long moment, and Draco took the opportunity to whisper to Harry, "Last time my father went there... well, it was unpleasant. Someone cast a Scalping Hex on him."
"I'll be going to buy my own books next week. Draco could come along with me, if he likes," offered Harry.
The older Malfoys exchanged looks as if they both thought they ought to voice doubts about this plan, but could not figure out what the objection should be. Finally Lucius said, "How kind of you. I hope it won't inconvenience you."
Harry wasn't sure whether Lucius meant because of their schedules or because Draco had been a Death-Eater. Likely he was calculating the balance of having his son seen with the Chosen One versus the fact that Harry was, in the end, a half-blood. "It won't inconvenience me at all. My friends are still visiting their families."
In fact Harry had only recently left the Weasleys, feeling that he ought to visit Grimmauld Place and attempt to restore some sort of order to the house that was now his. It occurred to him that, since the house was his and the Order of the Phoenix was no more, he could invite a guest. "Draco could come stay with me in London."
"We couldn't permit you go to such trouble," said Lucius.
"It wouldn't be any trouble." Harry carefully didn't look at Draco. "There's a house-elf there, Kreacher, who used to belong to the Blacks; he would be delighted to have another person to serve, I'm sure, especially someone like Draco who's a cousin of his old master's family. And it's a bit dull staying there alone. It would be a favor to me if you would let Draco come."
The elder Malfoys looked nonplussed. "If you truly wish that..." Narcissa said.
"I do," said Harry firmly. "I wouldn't make the offer if I didn't mean it."
"Let us think about it," Lucius said. An elf arrived with the sandwiches that Narcissa had requested, and Lucius continued, "We'll discuss the matter now. Please, eat." He rose, and his wife followed suit. Draco smirked at Harry as his parents left the room, already talking quietly to each other as they went.
"They're going to say yes. No matter what they're afraid we might get up to, they aren't going to risk angering Harry Potter." Grinning, he picked up a sandwich and took a bite. "Are you sure about this, though? You do remember that you thought I was a git even before the Death Eater stuff?"
"I still think you're a bit of a git," Harry said easily, choosing a sandwich for himself. "I'm sure you think I am too, or if you've forgotten, you will again as soon as Quidditch season starts."
"As if Slytherin can't take a team with two Weasleys," snickered Draco. "Just because we're fucking, don't think that means I'm rooting for Gryffindor."
"Not even if it's Gryffindor against Hufflepuff?"
"Maybe then." Draco swallowed and laughed. "It'd be a tough choice to make, though."
"Oh, well, I'll just have to give you incentive." Harry ate the last bite of his sandwich and took another from the plate. "Or we could make a bet -- if you lose, you root for Gryffindor, if I lose, I root for Slytherin. Except against our own houses, of course."
"A bet?" Draco raised his eyebrows. "On what?"
"We can think of something while you're staying with me."
"That works," said Draco, and licked his lips before choosing a second sandwich. "That was a good idea, you know."
"I know," Harry said smugly.
"Sneaky, though. Rather Slytherin. Are you sure my wand didn't rub off on you?" At that, Harry had no choice but to burst out laughing again, even though he had a mouthful of food. Draco smirked more broadly. "I think it must have, Potter."
"Lucky for you that I had it, then," Harry said when he had swallowed and wiped his face.
"Lucky for everyone." For a moment Draco looked serious. Then he grinned once more. "Rather nice wand, isn't it? Maybe when I visit I'll let you use it again."