HP fic: Disclosure [Draco/Harry, adult]
Title: Disclosure Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Draco/Harry Rating: adult Warnings: first time, schmoop Summary: Hermione and Draco talk; Harry and Ginny talk; Harry and Draco finally move beyond talking. Note: Eighth and probably last in the Settlement series: Settlement, Choices, Friends, Resolve, Visitor, Beginning, Change.
The memo fluttered to a halt on Draco's desk on a Friday morning. He frowned at it. Probably something to do with tidying up the loose ends on the Pickerell case whose paperwork he had completed yesterday.
When he opened it, however, he read:
If you have no previous plans, I would like to meet with you over lunch. Please come by my office at noon.
Draco's eyebrows went up. He flipped the parchment over and wrote:
I will be there.
With a casual flick of his wand, he sent the note winging back to its sender, wondering. Hermione was a very effective Head of Magical Law Enforcement, but not one given to having lunches with her staff. Well, he would find out what she wanted when he saw her at noon.
Promptly on the hour he presented himself.
"We won't be eating in the canteen," she told him. "This isn't Ministry business."
"I see," said Draco slowly.
She looked at him with narrowed eyes. "You've no objection to Muggle restaurants, have you?"
"No, not at all." Draco repressed a smile at the memory of the dozens of such places he'd visited with Harry.
Hermione chose a restaurant that apparently served only vegetarian food; Draco shrugged mentally and ordered a cup of bean soup and half an avocado sandwich. Hermione had half an egg sandwich and a salad. It was not until their food had arrived that she brought up the reason for her invitation.
"I talked to Harry last night," she said, leaning forward slightly. "He told me that part of the reason he left Ginny was because he's attracted to someone else. A man. I'm not exactly blind and deaf, and I know you and he became friends some little time ago, so I assume that the man in question is you. Am I right?"
Draco sat frozen with his spoon halfway to his mouth. After a moment he set it down carefully. Harry had said that he would start telling people about his orientation, but Draco had thought he meant to start with Ginny and perhaps their children.
"Yes," he said, lifting his chin and looking Hermione in the eye . "Did he tell you how it happened?"
"He said it was to do with an unresolved life debt, partly at least."
"That's right. He came to me about two years ago, wanting to work that out, but as I'm sure you know the Relinquishment Spell won't work if there are strong unresolved emotions between the two people. We tried to see if becoming friends would settle the situation."
"And did it?" Hermione had a curious expression on her face.
"Not exactly," Draco admitted. "We did become friends, but we haven't tried the Relinquishment Spell. I... well. My feelings for him are more than just friendship and so apparently are his for me. But I never pressured him to do anything about it. What I want most is for him to be happy."
"So do I." Hermione's voice was considering. "It's difficult, you understand, for me to know this and to think what I can do. I've been friends with both Harry and Ginny for so long."
"I don't know if Harry's told Ginny yet."
"I don't think so. I'm fairly certain I would have heard from her if he had." Hermione sighed. "She was terribly upset when he left her. I don't know if this is going to make things better or worse." She eyed Draco. "I do believe you, you know, that you didn't try to persuade Harry to leave Ginny. I've worked with you for more than twenty-five years now, and you wouldn't do that."
"Thank you," Draco said.
"But Ginny is likely to hold you to blame."
Draco nodded. "I know. I expect it," he said with resignation. "I'm hoping that in the long term she'll accept it more as not a problem with her, so much as that Harry's simply become more interested in men. She might take it less personally that way, be less angry with Harry."
"On the other hand, she may feel that Harry's been lying to her for all these years," said Hermione.
"She may, but there's nothing I can do about that. And as far as I'm aware it's completely untrue. From what Harry has told me, he genuinely never thought about preferring men until quite recently."
"I see." Hermione chewed her last bite of salad thoughtfully. "Well. For whatever it's worth, I hope that things work out with you and Harry."
"That means a lot to me," said Draco, finding rather unexpectedly that he meant it. Hermione had been one of Harry's best friends since, well, practically forever; to have her approbation would make Harry happy, and so Draco was pleased as well. "One thing, though."
"Harry may figure that you'll have guessed it was me, but let him tell you officially, as it were, and let him tell Ginny and everyone else himself, too. Not that I think you'd give away his secrets on purpose, but for his own peace of mind I think it's important that he do it."
Hermione nodded. "I'll be careful. If Ginny comes to talk to me afterward, though, of course I'll say whatever's necessary to help her accept things."
Draco smiled. "I think we understand each other."
They returned to the office in all amiableness, chatting about the latest big case.
At the end of the day, Draco decided to go and see Harry. When he walked in the door of the shop, Harry called out from the back room, "I'll be with you in a moment."
"No hurry, it's only me," Draco called back.
"Come back here, then."
Draco went into the back room where Harry did most of his wand-making.
"I'm just finishing up my monthly inventory," Harry told him. "I'll be done in a few minutes."
Locating a stool underneath a pile of boxes, Draco moved them to the floor and sat down to wait while Harry counted and muttered and chewed on his lip.
As soon as it was clear that Harry had finished, Draco spoke. "I had lunch with Hermione Granger today."
"Oh?" Harry busied himself putting away the inventory register.
"I gather that you came out to her. She guessed that it was me you were referring to when you said there was someone you were interested in. Somehow I thought you were going to tell Ginny first." Draco kept his voice calm, neither scolding nor censuring.
"I was... but then I was nervous. I thought it might be easier to try telling Hermione first and see how that went, before I talked to Ginny or any of the children. Hermione seemed all right with it. Wasn't she, after all?" Harry sounded worried.
"As far as I could tell she was," Draco said, "but it was a little disconcerting. If Hermione figured out who you meant, I imagine that Ginny will be able to do the same, and she might send me more than an interdepartmental memo about it." He shrugged. "As long as she's not so overwrought that she sends a Howler to me at work, I suppose I'll manage."
"She'd actually be more likely to come and yell at you in person," Harry said.
"She's probably been waiting for the last thirty years to have an excuse to hit me with the Bat-Bogey Hex again." Draco gave a wry smile. "Well, whatever it is, it can't be any worse than other things I've lived through." He paused for a moment, then added quietly, "And even if it were, you're worth it."
Harry's ears turned pink. "Thank you. Um. So are you." He came over and put his arms around Draco. "Want to go out for dinner? We can have regular date-type outings now if we like, we needn't wait till Tuesday."
"Wherever you like," Draco agreed.
As they lingered over an after-dinner drink, Draco asked, "Now that you've told Hermione, when do you think you might talk with Ginny?"
Harry sighed. "I suppose I'd better do that soon. Not that I don't trust Hermione to keep her mouth shut, but there's no reason to delay, is there?"
Draco shook his head. "None that I can see, but then, I do have certain base motivations for saying that." He reached across the table and took Harry's hand, running his thumb along the skin over Harry's knuckles.
"I know. You've been, well, you've been amazingly patient with me." The muscles in Harry's throat moved as he swallowed. "What are you doing tomorrow night? If I talk to Ginny tomorrow afternoon, perhaps in the late afternoon or evening after the shop is closed that is... could I come to see you afterward?"
It was suddenly hard for Draco to breathe. "Of course," he managed to say. "Of course you can, Harry."
"I'll owl her first thing in the morning, then." Harry squeezed Draco's hand. "It's silly of me to be so nervous about this, isn't it?"
"A little bit, perhaps, but it's understandable." Draco felt a bit nervous himself, although he wasn't sure whether it was just on Harry's behalf, over his conversation with Ginny, or if it was the thought that tomorrow he might at last be able to make love to Harry the way he had wanted to for so long.
"Expect me between seven and eight, I suppose," said Harry. "If Ginny can't meet me tomorrow, I'll send you a note and the two of us can do something else, all right?"
"That sounds fine," Draco agreed.
By four o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Draco was virtually climbing the walls with impatience. He had heard nothing from Harry, and so he presumed that Harry was indeed meeting with Ginny very soon; he hoped that Harry had the good sense to have that conversation at his former house. While a tête-à-tête might be awkward, such a discussion in public could easily be far worse. He wondered if Harry would have eaten anything. Surely even if he were meeting Ginny somewhere, he wouldn't be fool enough to plan to have dinner with her? Knowing Harry, maybe he would. Well, there were several cheeses in the fridge. If Harry was hungry they could have bread and cheese and olives, and some of the very good Turkish figs of which Draco was particularly fond. That would do.
He tried to wait calmly, since he didn't really know when Harry might arrive. Between seven and eight, Harry had said, but of course that would depend on how the conversation went.
By nine o'clock, Draco was concerned. He told himself that Harry was a full-grown and highly competent wizard; nothing that Ginny might do could actually harm him. Nor did Draco really think that Harry was at all likely to change his mind and go back to his wife now, though he did feel a faint prickling of doubt over that possibility. He poured himself another glass of wine and sipped at it as he wandered around his flat, needlessly straightening pictures in their frames and flicking imaginary specks of dust from the furniture.
At twenty-three minutes after nine, there was a loud crack as Harry Apparated into the entryway. Draco hurried over to him.
"Are you all right?"
Harry nodded and put a hand on Draco's shoulder as if to steady himself. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Could I have some of that?"
"Of course." Draco wrapped his free arm around Harry and brought him over to the sofa. "Sit down; I'll be right back."
It only took a moment to bring a second glass of wine.
"I guess it didn't go so well?" he asked sympathetically as he handed it to Harry.
Harry finished it all in a few great gulps and put the glass down. "Draco..." His voice was shaking.
Setting down his own wine, Draco put his arms around Harry again. "It's all right," he murmured, the scent of Harry's hair sending signals to which his body inevitably reacted, but he ignored that response and merely held Harry close.
For a long time they sat like that, Harry taking deep liquid breaths that weren't quite sobs, Draco patting him on the back and murmuring useless inanities just to reassure Harry that he was still there.
When Harry stiffened a little and pulled away, Draco released his embrace but touched Harry's cheek, looking into his eyes. Harry gave him a slightly watery smile.
"Thanks." He closed the few inches between their faces and brushed his lips over Draco's, then kissed him again more deeply.
"I want to make love with you," he said in a low voice as the kiss ended.
"Now? Are you sure?"
"Very sure," said Harry, and though his eyes were reddened and puffy, his gaze was resolute. "I've been waiting for this for a long time. A very long time. I know that you have, too, haven't you?"
"Oh yes," said Draco. "Yes." He kissed Harry again, his tongue probing, flickering against Harry's until they were both left gasping. Draco touched Harry's chest and undid the buttons of his shirt, slipping his fingers inside to brush over skin and coarse curly hair, feeling the silky coins of Harry's nipples.
"I think we should go into the bedroom, don't you?"
He undressed Harry slowly, draping each piece of clothing carefully over the chair. Harry stood passively, accepting it, until Draco reached the cotton pants through which Harry's erection was clearly outlined.
"Wait, I want to undress you, first."
He was clumsy but quick, almost ripping Draco's shirt in his haste and apologizing. He didn't stop until Draco was completely naked, and then made no objection when Draco tugged down Harry's underwear.
A sprinkle of gray was visible among the black hair on Harry's chest, but the thatch from which his ruddy cock sprang was entirely dark. Draco knelt down and rubbed his cheek against it, inhaling. The scent of Harry was intoxicating. He put his hands on Harry's hips to steady himself and licked a broad stripe from Harry's balls up to the tip of his cock, tasting the few drops that had already welled up in the slit.
Harry let out a puff of breath and clutched at Draco's hair.
"Now," said Draco, moving his head away a few inches and tilting it to look up at Harry's face, "is there something that you especially wanted us to do, or shall I do as seems best?"
Harry's expression was a little dazed, and he took a step backward to sit down on the edge of the bed. Draco got up – his knees protesting slightly – and sat next to him.
"You know I don't have any real experience with men," said Harry. "I'm not sure..." he trailed off.
"It's not quite the same as with women. If you're not comfortable with the idea of penetration, for instance, we certainly don't have to do that," said Draco quietly. "It's up to you."
"I'm... I'm not sure. It seems like it might be... dirty. Painful."
"If you're not careful then yes, it can hurt," Draco admitted. "But one of the great advantages to being a wizard is that there are excellent charms to make sure everything is clean and well-lubricated. So you needn't worry about that, at least. Have you ever tried stimulating your arsehole?"
"Well, not all men enjoy it, but I do. I'd like to help you find out if you do, too, if you'll let me?"
Harry nodded, a little hesitantly.
"Lie on your side, and lift your upper leg. Just put it over my waist; I want to be able to reach your arsehole easily but you should be comfortable." Draco lay down facing Harry and kissed him, then slid down a little so that his hand could reach where he wanted. "Oh, blast. Forgot. Accio lubricant!"
The bottle flew from the top of his dresser and smacked into the mattress beside him. "There are spells for this, but most of the time I think it's nicer to do it by hand." He unscrewed the lid and dipped his fingers in. "Especially when it's your first time."
Slowly Draco smoothed some of the slippery cream over the skin behind Harry's bollocks and back to the tight puckered hole. When he touched the wrinkled skin there, Harry shivered slightly.
"It's... odd," said Harry. "But not bad."
"Well, tell me if anything hurts or even is just more uncomfortable than you want." Draco pressed one fingertip barely inside, rubbing in tiny circles.
"No, that's nice."
Draco looked up at Harry's face; his eyes were closed, the laugh lines around them visible, and his lips curved in a small smile. "Okay." Draco laid his lips to Harry's chest, leaving a trail of kisses from his neck down to his sternum, then diverged to first one nipple, then the other, even as he continued to carefully move his finger in Harry's arse, sliding a fraction deeper each time he withdrew and pressed in again.
When Draco brushed over the nub of Harry's prostate, Harry gasped. "What...?"
Draco lifted his head away from Harry's chest to look up and smile. "You like that?"
Draco continued the careful stimulation, using a second finger to coax the ring of muscle to relax, rubbing across the bump of the gland inside, until Harry was moaning softly.
"Harry?" Draco asked at last, pausing. He had three fingers inside Harry by now, but he wasn't sure how Harry would feel about Draco actually fucking him. "Harry, would you like to have me inside you, or would you rather do that to me?"
Harry took a long shuddering breath. His eyes were so dilated that only a thin ring of green showed around the pupils. "I want you, Draco. Please."
The trust and love in Harry's voice was so apparent that Draco couldn't speak for a moment. He swallowed hard. "It might be easier – I'll have better control – if you turn over so that I can kneel behind you," he told Harry, although he accepted with pleasure the long kiss that Harry gave him first.
Harry pushed himself onto his hands and knees. "Like this?"
"That's perfect." Positioning himself behind Harry, Draco took a ragged breath and pushed in.
"Oh. Oh!" said Harry, and Draco held still.
"Are you all right?"
"More than all right," came Harry's voice, a little muffled from pressing his head into his arm. "That is... fine." He said the last word with an odd emphasis. "Please, Draco, I'll tell you if there's something I don't like."
"All right, Harry," Draco murmured, but he still tried to be careful as he began to move in the tight heat of Harry's body. He'd wanted this, imagined it for so long, that it seemed impossible that it was happening for real. He stretched out a hand to find Harry's cock, stroking it back to full hardness as Harry made appreciative if rather incoherent sounds.
Not wanting to risk overdoing things lest Harry be sore and regretful afterward, Draco made no effort to hold back his own orgasm, and so he came quite soon, emptying himself in a rush of heat that left every nerve aflame. Another few strokes of his hand and Harry came too, with Draco's name on his lips.
Hearing that meant more to Draco than anything else he'd done in his life, he thought, as he cleaned them both with a murmured spell and fell asleep with Harry held close in the circle of his arms.