Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: elfflameFrom:
A Miraculous MemberTitle:
Hidden Messages and Star-Crossed Lovers Characters/Pairings:
First time, rimming, digital penetration, object penetration, anal sexOther Warnings/Content:
UST, some penetration with a wand, a slight hint at a previous unwelcome sexual experience (no detail at all, just a hint of a past).Word Count:
Teddy's on a mission. He's bound and determined to be more interesting than a dead person, as a teacher, that is. Scorpius has a mission of his own that includes Teddy and isn't boring in the least. In the meantime, Potter seems to keep showing up and being alternately irritating and heroic. Author's Notes:
Thank you for the wonderful prompt. I hope you like the direction I took it. Thank you to the mods for running this fabulous exchange and to my intrepid beta for her help and porny suggestions. Draco
Draco averted his eyes from the mirror. He couldn't bear to watch himself wank to thoughts of Potter. It was too pathetic.
He slid his hand over the front of his pants. His cock was half-hard and he remembered the way Potter's eyes sought him out again and again at the Ministry. His cock filled under his palm. He pressed against it, rubbing and feeling the smoothness of the silk against his skin. Potter's skin wouldn't be like silk. It would be soft and warm, with dark hairs to run his fingers through, and hard muscle underneath.
Draco slipped his hand into his pants and wrapped it around his cock, thinking about Potter's green eyes on Draco and his strong hands on the table. He closed his eyes and stroked. It was ridiculous how fast he was nearly there, stroking harder.
He felt the heat before he smelled the smoke or heard the roar and crackle. He froze. Fire.
Terror threatened to overtake him and he breathed deeply, willing his brain to keep thinking when all he wanted to do was flee. He placed his hand on the bathroom door. It was warm.
All he could think was that this was happening again and there was nothing he could do about it. It also occurred to him that, with everything he'd been through, to die in the loo really did add insult to injury. That thought enraged him enough that his brain began to work again.
Draco lifted his wand from the counter and cast heat and fire repellent charms on his dressing gown, which was conveniently hanging on the back of the door. His papers were in his study. Other things in this flat, he might be sad to lose, but everything irreplaceable was still at his parents' house. Except his papers. He thought he heard a footfall outside the door, but it was impossible to be sure with the din of the fire and the roaring in his ears.
He wrapped his charmed dressing gown around his body and pushed out into the hallway. Fire licked along the rug and charred the walls. It wasn't everywhere. It wasn't taking on a life of its own. It wasn't Fiendfyre. He covered his mouth with his dressing gown, ducked his head and jogged down the hallway toward his study. He drew he wand when he saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye.
Jana dashed into the hallway. "Mr. Malfoy, are you all right?" she shouted. Jets of water shot from her wand, dousing the flames.
They went out, and Draco reminded himself again that this wasn’t Fiendfyre. His brain knew it now, but somewhere in the base of his brain he wasn't sure he felt that.
"I'm fine," he snapped. "My papers, my study." He ran along the smouldering, soggy rug. His study door was closed, as he had left it.
"Mr. Malfoy, let me—"Jana began.
Draco felt the door. It was cool. He flung it open and the curtains flapped in the wind, at the open window. He never left the window open. He rushed to the window and looked out at the street. Nothing.
His desk looked almost undisturbed, except that a file he'd left on his desk was gone, as was an old notebook where he jotted ideas for new projects.
"Is anything missing?" Jana asked.
The desk drawer showed signs of being tampered with. There were score marks as if someone had tried charms and jinxes. Draco held his breath and tapped it with his wand, concentrating on the incantation. The drawer popped open and he exhaled.
"Is anything missing," Jana asked again.
"A couple of things," Draco said. "But nothing that will be of any use to anyone else."
"Bugger," Jana muttered as Potter's voice echoed through the flat.
Potter came running in, looking grim, and even if she did let someone get into his flat, Draco couldn't help by feel a bit sorry for Jana.
"Are you all right?" Potter asked running over to Draco and, for a moment, Draco thought he was going to touch him.
"I'm fine," Draco said. And he was surprised to find that he was. He was angry and a little frightened, but nothing of value was gone and the damage to his flat could all be fixed with a few well-placed charms.
"Harry," Jana said, squaring her shoulders and looking directly at Potter.
"What the hell happened?"
"I went to the loo, if you must know. Malfoy was in one, so I used the other. I was in there for a couple of minutes and when I came out, I smelt smoke."
"I told you to contact me if you needed to step away for even a minute," Potter growled.
Draco opened his mouth to say that he found that piece of information extremely interesting , but the look on both the Aurors' faces stopped him.
"I didn't step away
," Jana said. "I had a piss. I didn't think that qualified."
"Well, it obviously did. And in case you're interested, the source of the fire was this—" Harry held up a small globe. Fire swirled inside it. Jana's water hadn't put out the fire, Harry disabling the—whatever it was—had.
"Instead of eviscerating each other," Draco said. "Perhaps you two could try and figure out who broke into my bloody flat and tried to kill me."
"Right," said Harry. He scrubbed his hand through his hair, making it stand on end just as it ought. "Did you hear anything?"
"No," Draco said. "I was showering." He concentrated on not letting the heat rise to his cheeks. "I thought I had a body guard."
"Merlin, I'm going to look for evidence outside," Jana said and she stomped to the door.
"She doesn't like you," Draco said to Harry.
"She doesn't like you, either," Harry said. "You all right, really?"
His voice was suddenly kind and it made Draco feel just a little lightheaded. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken. And what the hell is it with you and me and bathrooms and fires?" Draco asked.
"Does seem we have something of a pattern," Potter said. "One I'd quite like to break."
"Will you—" Draco stopped as he heard a deep, commanding voice call out to Potter. Just as well, really. He didn't need to tell Potter that he'd very much like him to stay.
"Harry," Shacklebolt said. "Mr Malfoy, I hope you're not hurt."
"He's fine, no thanks to his protection from us," Potter said.
"Do you think this has anything to do with the sale of the Manor?" Shacklebolt asked. "If it is this important to someone who'd go to these lengths to stop it, maybe it's worth looking at again."
"Fabulous," Draco said. "I have to nearly lose my flat and my life for you to take me seriously."
"So, we're agreed then. The conflict of interest has changed," Potter said. "I'm back on the Malfoy detail. I'm going to get the investigation going here and then I'm going back to protecting Draco."
Shacklebolt shook his head and muttered, "Do what you like. You will anyway."
Room number 7 at the Leaky Cauldron wasn't so bad. Hannah Abbot had obviously done some updating and everything looked clean, the room well appointed with handsome, sturdy furniture and what looked to be a silk duvet.
Harry had insisted that Draco stay here until he could meet back up with him and, right enough, not many people would think to look for a Malfoy in the rooms above the Leaky Cauldron. The benefit of being trapped here was the unlimited supply of alcohol and Draco had spent the better part of two hours drinking and working up a world class sulk. He'd tried to do something decent and this is what happened. And then bloody Potter had to swoop in and play the fucking hero yet again.
Draco slammed his drink down on the dressing table and some sloshed onto the old, slightly scarred wood. Maybe this place wasn't as nice as he'd first thought.
The knock on the door was a quiet, three raps. Potter.
Draco flung the door open.
"I told you not to open the door unless—"
"And who the hell else would it be?"
"Okay," Potter said carefully, stepping into the room and closing and locking the door.
"You've swept in to bloody rescue me again," Draco snapped.
"Don't sound so annoyed."
"Well, you are fucking annoying," Draco said. "Surely you can admit that. Why are our lives so fucking tangled up?"
"I don't think I've ever heard you swear like this. Are you pissed?"
"No," Draco lied. "No, I'm not. I just need to know why you keep coming around just as I'm about to go up in flames, both figuratively and literally."
Draco was standing right in front of Potter. He'd stepped closer without realising it. He could feel the softness of Potter's breath on his cheek. He had a very irritating smile on his face, one that no one should wear while Draco was this annoyed.
"Would you like me to stop?" Harry asked. He leaned so that his chest almost touched Draco's. He tilted his head and smirked.
"This wasn't Fiendfyre. I didn't need you," Draco said. He felt himself being pulled to Harry. The man was a bloody vortex.
Harry moved forward and his chest did touch Draco's. "Do you want me to stop?"
"What do you think?" Draco asked.
Harry's lips touched his jaw and Draco opened his mouth to exhale.
"I think you don't," Harry said so quietly that Draco more felt the words than heard them. "I know I don't."
Draco placed his hand on Harry's cheek. The skin was warm and the stubble tickled his palm.
"In that case, I'm going to kiss you," Draco said. He'd never announced such a thing before, but this moment seemed to call for a little more formality.
"You still talk too much," Harry said, but he didn't pull away from the touch. "I think I like you a little pissed."
Draco leaned in. He had to close his eyes at the last moment because Harry's eyes were so green that they threatened to overwhelm him. He pressed his lips to Harry's, just a brush of tender skin against skin at first. Harry twined his fingers in Draco's hair, pulling and wrapping long strands around his fingers. Draco traced Harry's lips with his tongue. It wasn't a first kiss. Draco had enough first kisses to know that this was a kiss of lovers who knew just how to touch, just how to curl their tongues together and taste every corner of each others' mouths.
He pressed his body closer to Harry's and Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, holding them both up. Harry moaned and pulled back from the kiss.
"Wow," he breathed.
A smile spread on Draco's face. He wanted his mouth back on Harry's, his hands in Harry's hair. Harry's lips pressed to his and parted, and Draco sighed as Harry's tongue touched his. He gripped Harry's shoulders, dizzy and lightheaded with desire. He hadn't done this before. They'd never kissed, he reminded himself. This wasn't a first kiss.
Harry moved his lips along Draco's jaw. His hands slid to Draco's waist. He pulled back again. "Merlin," he said. "That was...have we..." He shook his head and frowned.
Draco stared and tried to think what to say. Before he could, Harry was on him again, kissing his lips, jaw, and throat. Draco ran his hands over Harry's body. He was muscular and lean and Draco wanted to feel his skin. He pushed Harry's robe off his shoulders and yanked the shirt from his trousers.
"Harry," Draco said. Harry looked at him with desire and tenderness that felt right. That felt like home. "Your trousers, too," he said, because anything else he might say would be too much.
Harry blinked as if Draco had changed the subject. "Yours too," he said. "Everything," he added, flourishing his wand and rendering Draco completely naked. "Oh dear god," he said, his eyes raking Draco from head to toe. "You're more gorgeous than I'd imagined." He dropped his hand to his hard cock and squeezed. "Let me see you," he said, his voice trembling.
Draco stepped back and said, "Let me see you." He walked around Harry slowly, trailing his fingers over Harry's body as he went. Harry shivered and Draco delighted in the feel of Harry's warm skin under his fingers. "Lovely," Draco said.
Harry moved and walked around Draco, stopping behind him. He traced the curves of Draco's arse. Draco leaned back, feeling Harry's chest on his back. Harry slid his hand down Draco's arse and brushed gentle fingers over his balls. Draco moaned softly. He could feel Harry's presence, his desire, tingling on every one of his nerve endings. Harry's fingers moved back up, tracing, and pushing into Draco's cleft.
"I don't bottom," Draco said quickly. It seemed like the time to mention it, although his body was warming under Harry's gaze and his touch, and Draco's usual resolve on the matter was melting.
"That's a pity," said Harry. "This..." He smoothed his hand over Harry's arse again. "Deserves attention."
He pressed his body against Draco's back and kissed Draco's neck, sucking lightly on the skin. His hands continued their insistent, gentle explorations and Draco could feel Harry's cock pressing against his arse.
"What do you want?" Harry asked. His nipped the shell of Draco's ear with his teeth and Draco felt a chill go from his ear to his toes. Harry pressed a finger behind Draco's balls and slid again between his cheeks, pressing in more and more.
"You, I want you," Draco said. "I just don't—not really, or not since...it doesn't matter." He bit his tongue. He didn't talk about that and he didn't want those memories in this room with him and Harry. They didn't belong and they didn't compare to the feelings that were building here.
Harry stopped. He slid his hands around Draco's body, pressing one to his chest, over his heart, and one to his stomach. He paused and inhaled, as if he was breathing in Draco's scent. Draco had to force his knees to hold his weight. "It matters," Harry said. He brushed Draco's cheek with his lips. "To me."
Draco turned his head to kiss Harry's lips. He reached back and took Harry's hand and pulled him to the bed. Harry let himself be pulled. Draco lay back on the bed. Harry followed, stretching out next to Draco, his hand on Draco's chest. Harry's fingers brushed over one of Draco's nipples and he felt the shock zip straight to his cock. Draco touched along Harry's shoulders and chest and side, letting his fingers feel every curve and movement of muscle.
Harry kept touching Draco everywhere. He slid his hands around Draco's hips, over his thighs, and between his legs. When his fingers touched behind his balls and moved lower, Draco gasped and Harry smiled.
"Okay?" Harry asked and Draco shifted his hips and bent his legs. Harry moved so he was sitting between Draco's legs. "So beautiful," Harry said, with that intense, bright green gaze. Draco would have felt exposed and embarrassed if he weren't too turned on to feel anything else at all.
"Yes," Draco said. That comforting, familiar presence that always seemed to be Harry enveloped him like a blanket.
Harry pressed a finger to the sensitive skin between Draco's cheeks. He circled the tight ring of muscle with one finger and leaned so he could trace Draco's lips with his tongue at the same time. Draco couldn't stop moving. He rolled his hips to feel the way Harry's finger moved against his hole.
"Come on, Potter," Draco said. It had been decades since he'd let anyone this close.
"You've waited this long," Harry said. He grinned now and slipped his index finger just inside Draco's body.
Draco's body tingled with the new sensation. He pressed the balls of his feet in the bed and angled his hips, inviting Harry to do more.
"I've waited for several lifetimes," Draco said. He bit his lips and waited to feel what Harry would do next.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, pausing and looking down at him.
Draco tried to remember, through his fog of lust and his desperation to say whatever was needed to get Harry's fingers moving on his body again. "I've waited for a long time."
Harry frowned, but then his eyes softened as his looked at Draco spread out beneath him, and Draco touched his cheek.
"Me, too," Harry said. "I want to be inside you."
"You're going to have to prove it," Draco said. "You're going to have to make me want it."
"I do like a challenge," Harry said.
"I'm counting on it."
Harry laughed and immediately bent to suck the head of Draco's cock into his mouth. Draco closed his eyes as the heat of Harry's mouth erased everything else. Harry mouthed Draco's cock, pulling him in and letting him slide back out. Draco moved his hips, thrusting up gently into Harry's mouth. Harry touched his arse again, pressing against his hole. Harry's finger felt cool and slick this time, and Draco inhaled sharply. He made himself keep moving, concentrating on the contrast between the warm, luscious feel of Harry's mouth and the sharper, brighter thrill of his finger pressing little by little into his arse.
"Draco," Harry said, pulling off Draco's cock. Harry's gravely murmur made it even better. He pushed his finger further in and slipped it back out. "My finger feels good. Doesn't it, Draco?"
Draco closed his eyes and let himself feel. Harry's thighs pressed against the inside of his. Instead of his mouth, his hand wrapped around Draco's cock, firmly stroking. His finger worked in and out of Draco.
"You should see…" His voice trailed off and Draco opened his eyes to see Harry watching his finger fuck Draco slowly, taking him apart little by little until he didn't remember who he was.
"Feels good," Draco said.
"My finger feels good. My wand will feel good, too," Harry said. Harry lifted his wand and twirled it between his fingers—the wand wielded by one of the most carelessly powerful wizards in memory. It seemed almost heretical. Draco moaned and lifted his feet off the bed, holding his knees with his hands.
"Show me," Draco said. His voice came out as barely a croak.
Harry touched Draco's entrance with his fingers again, pushing in and adding more of the slick substance. Draco held his breath and watched Harry's arms and face as he trailed the tip of his wand down Draco's thighs and over his arse. Draco felt a frisson of pleasure everywhere the wand touched him.
Harry was biting his bottom lip. His cheeks were flushed and his chest heaved with his ragged breath. He pressed the tip of his wand against the tight ring of muscle and murmured a spell that Draco didn't know.
"Oh god," Draco gasped. A jolt went through his body, from where the wand touched him, to a spot inside him that made his tremble, up his spine, and back to his cock. Draco's body trembled and he almost came.
"Too much," Harry said, as if to himself. Draco couldn't speak anyway, and he fisted his hands in the silky duvet. Harry pushed his wand a little deeper inside Draco's body and held it, reaching to stroke his cock again. "Just feel it," he said.
"What else—" Draco started, but Harry moved the wand again. Draco could feel it pulling at the sensitive skin, lighting all his nerves on fire. It was nothing like anything he'd ever felt. Each time Harry pulled it out and slid it back it, it felt a little wider, a little better, and Draco wanted more. He gripped the back of his thighs, opening himself more and letting Harry take control.
"You like that," Harry said. He sounded lost it. "You like the wand. Imagine my cock." Harry muttered something and Draco felt the wand thicken again. It couldn't be doing that. Wands didn't alter like that. It was Harry's magic. "You want more, don't you? Imagine it was my cock, stretching you, inside you."
"Yes," Draco said. "Do it." His body was singing with the pressure of the wand. The ripples went through him a spell and he was dizzy and desperate for more.
The wand slipped from his body and Draco held his breath with anticipation of what was to come. Harry moved and he was closer, his knees working under Draco's thighs. He cupped and held Draco's arse. Draco lifted his head off the bed. He looked at Harry's beautiful body. He couldn't look in Harry's eyes as he pushed inside. The tip of Harry's thick cock pressed against Draco's hole.
"Merlin," Draco breathed. It already felt so good. Draco couldn't believe he'd gone this long without it. Draco rolled his hips, enjoying the sensation of Harry's cock just beginning to push inside.
"I want this," Harry said. "I want to be inside you. I want to fix..." he moaned as Draco rolled his hips again, letting the head of Harry's cock push inside.
"Potter, come on," Draco said. Harry pressed in and Draco gasped at the burn. For a moment he couldn't draw breath and he felt panic at the edges of his brain. "Oh," he breathed.
He rolled his hips, forcing himself open, willing himself to relax. His whole body tingled and he wanted to feel what he was sure he would on the other side of this pain.
Harry pushed forward slowly. "I'm going as slow as I can," he said. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He bit his bottom lip so hard that Draco feared he'd bite right through it.
"I'm not made of glass," Draco said. "Fuck me."
"Oh god," Harry moaned. He thrust and pushed his cock the rest of the way into Draco's body. Draco suddenly realised he'd still been holding his breath and gasped. Harry stilled, deep inside Draco. It felt so big, so full.
Draco reached and trailed his fingers up his softened cock. He felt it tingle and begin to respond. He grasped a little harder and Harry watched with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry said and he started to move.
As Draco's cock hardened, the pressure in his arse began to feel better and better. He rocked back against Harry, urging him on, letting him know he could give Draco more. Harry gripped Draco's hips and Draco watched the muscles in his stomach flex as he thrust into Draco. Draco stroked his cock harder.
"I'm going to come," he said. It was more than that. Draco felt Harry everywhere. He felt him in the air around him. He felt pleasure and desire in every bit of his body and pushed back against Harry, making him fuck him harder, take him higher. He felt Harry's cock deeper and thicker and Harry was panting and gasping and looked completely wild above him. "Come," he moaned. "Come, too."
"Draco, Draco, Draco," Harry chanted. He wrapped his hand around Draco's on Draco's cock and fisted him fast and hard and relentless. He fucked the same way and Draco's orgasm went through him like a wave, taking everything with it, pounding through him and leaving him feeling like he was falling. He closed his eyes and concentrated on remembering this feeling.
His breathing returned slowly to normal and he realised that Harry was slumped, panting, on top of him. He held Harry's face and pulled him to him, kissing Harry long and slow.
"Hey," Harry said, sliding to the side so he could take Draco in his arms. They were quiet for a while and Draco pressed his ear to Harry's chest to listen to his heart beat.
"Hey yourself," Draco said. "Does this mean you're back on protecting me?"
"No need for the moment, actually," Harry said. "At least not from any culprit. The idiot who set the fire did it by accident, and he's such a nutter, I actually believe him. Bloke said he'd had dreams that you were the reincarnation of his uncle. He said you were in danger so he'd been following you. He thought he'd left a Sneakoscope in your flat."
"The short man, Donald someone?" Draco asked, remembering the odd little man who'd come up to him several times in Diagon Alley and told him he knew him from another time. "I thought he was trying to get me in bed. Poorly."
"I'll have to ask you about that," Harry said. "Another time. He's in custody at St. Mungo's for evaluation now." Harry's hand moved down Draco's back, from his shoulder blades to his arse and back, firm strokes that were comforting and thrilling at the same time. "But I don't want to talk about him now. I want a break from it all. I think we've been through enough. Enough for a lifetime."
"Feels like a few," Draco said.
"Draco?" Harry said. Draco turned and looked at him. "I'll tell Kingsley that we need to move forward with the entire plan. I can convince him that, not only is this another step in closure for all of us, but St. Mungo's needs the space. You're not asking for much—a modest sum and a few rooms for your family."
"You don't need to convince me."
"I'll just have to make sure I can convince him."
Draco moved, rolling so that he could slide on top of Harry. "But not now," he said.
Harry shifted and parted his legs so Draco could nestle between them. "No," Harry said. "Not now." Teddy
Rays of pale winter sun streamed through the frosty window. The thick blankets were pulled up to their chins. All Teddy could see of Scorpius was the top of his tousled head. His hair looked almost silver in the early morning light. His body was so warm, curled against Teddy's. Teddy slid closer and wrapped his arm around Scorpius, splaying his hand on his stomach and pulling tight against him.
"Morning," Scorpius murmured. He turned his head to smile sleepily at Teddy and Teddy thought his heart would melt.
"Didn't know you were awake," Teddy said. He kissed the soft spot just in front of Scorpius' ear.
"Been lying here, thinking and waiting for you to wake up, you lazy wanker."
"Thinking about what?"
"Last night," Scorpius said.
Teddy grinned. "Good."
"And your star crossed lovers."
"Have any break throughs in your dreams?" Teddy asked. He hugged Scorpius and rubbed his cheek against his hair. He was sure he could never find the words to tell him what it meant, the interest he'd taken in his work.
"Not really, only that this curse or pattern or whatever it is, it's going to have to be two wizards who are powerful enough to break through it to end it. You know, two who manage to get through their life and get together, without being burnt at the stake."
"I think you're right," Teddy said. The thick book was on the bedside table, on Scorpius' side of the bed. "I'm going to keep looking, but if that hasn't happened already, and no one was able to record it, I might not ever know how this story ends or if they were ever able to get their happy ending."
"That's true," Scorpius said. He turned and leaned to kiss Teddy, warm and early morning slow. "I'm just going to choose to believe that they did."Back to Part 1