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In her face
Original poster: pepper202
Title: In Her Face
Rating: Nc-17
Wordcount: 2266
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Further Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings,warnings and age of legal consent for your country of origin.
Challenge: Written for Slythindor100's double entendre fun. I was given the prompt of “Why is he here” by
Next week: I tag blaithacs with a prompt of “ I need a smoke.”
“Why is he here?” Aunt Marge glared at Harry with loathing when he stepped out of the long black limosine that was bringing himself, Aunt Petunia and Draco to the Dursley household to plan for the funeral of Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon had shot Dudley in the head, putting him into a coma, before turning the gun on himself. Apparently he had lost a great deal of money, gambling on the internet. Harry had found out when Mrs. Figg had sent him an owl saying his aunt was distraught.
“Since my partner is paying for the funeral, of course I would be here” answered Harry, as he reached into the car to help Draco out of the car.
“Marge Dursley, may I present Draco Malfoy”. Draco got out looking as haughty as Harry had ever seen him, and he didn't offer his hand to Aunt Marge, but simply glared at her and Ripper.
“Shall we go into the house then?” asked Aunt Petunia.
Once inside the house, Aunt Petunia escaped into the kitchen to make tea, leaving Draco and Harry in the living room with Marge, Ripper and a little old man that was introduced as Colonel Fubster. Draco eyed the three of them as if they were dirt under his feet as he sat down next to Harry and reached for his hand. Aunt Marge glared at them and said” I don't know how you can disgrace us like this. Showing up was bad enough. Bringing him is even worse.”
Harry stiffened and glared, but Draco leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.”Ignore the ranting of a peasant” he told Harry”Who is this woman, anyway?”
“Uncle Vernon's sister.” Harry answered, glumly. He hated it when Marge singled him out. He had always had a hard time ignoring her.
Petunia came back, carrying a full tea service.” The funeral director should be here soon” she told the group with a little sniff.
“I need to know some things, here” demanded Marge” Why is this...man paying for Vernon's funeral. Why is Harry here?”
“Well, “ said Petunia with another sigh” Harry's...friend offered to pay for the funeral. He let me stay at their house for a few days because I was so distraught.”
House, hmm?” said Marge” I suppose you live in some dirty little flat.”
“No, actually, we live in a Mansion in Wiltshire” answered Draco” It has over a hundred rooms, extensive gardens, guest houses. It has been in my family for generations.”
“It was beautiful, Marge” Petunia added. Seemingly, she could not resist social climbing even when in mourning for her son and husband.” The rooms they put me in were lovely, and the food was excellent.”
“As for why I am paying for the funeral, “ continued Draco” I am doing it because I feel bad for Harry's aunt. I don't know what kind of insurance her husband had, but this is a terrible tragedy. Imagine having your husband lose his mind and try to kill his child.”
Petunia looked around the room and shuddered.
Aunt Marge continued to eye Harry and Draco with loathing. “I'm tired” said Harry” I am going up to my room. We will come back down when the director gets here.” He got up and walked upstairs, with Draco following him.
Once they got to Harry's room, Draco realized that they had left their bags in the limosine. The limosine was hired for 48 hours, meaning the driver had to stay with them and take them wherever they wanted to go. Draco wanted to be able to go out for dinner, or just get out of the Dursley's house whenever they wanted.
“The bags are still in the limo” he told Harry.
“ I don't care” said Harry.” I hate it here and I need you here.”
Draco came over and took Harry in his arms. He knew that Harry hated being back in the Dursley's house, where he thought that he would never have to return. He also knew that Harry really loathed Marge, who seemed to go out of her way to make him miserable.
“I'll be glad when this is over.” Harry's voice was muffled in Draco's shirt.
“It's ok, love” said Draco, kissing him. Harry kissed his boyfriend back passionately.
“I know this is completely the wrong time”Harry murmured into Draco's ear” but I want to fuck.”
“Me, too”moaned Draco, but you're right. This is the wrong time.”
“I know, “ said Harry” I will suck you off.”
He unbuttoned Draco's shirt and kissed the pale skin before sliding to his knees and reaching for Draco's belt buckle. At that moment, the briefest of knocks sounded at the door and then the door abruptly opened, revealing a shocked Marge.
“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!” she screeched.
“Well, Harry was about to show me how much he loves me in a very intimate way.” Draco answered.
Harry found this funny and started to laugh, burying his face in his boyfriend's stomach.
Marge stood there glaring at them. “ The funeral director is here,” she said. “You had better come downstairs.” She left the room slamming the door after her.
Both Harry and Draco burst out laughing. “Well, “said Harry, wrapping his arms around Draco” I can either do this quickly, or we will have to wait until later.”
“ I have a feeling that your aunt will try to spend all my money on this funeral, “ answered Draco. “We will continue this later. And, I will think of some way to get revenge on Marge.”
Harry and Draco went downstairs. While Draco joined Marge, Colonel Fubster and Aunt Petunia in the den, Harry went outside and retrieved their baggage. The chauffeur asked whether he would be able to take a half hour and get a meal. Harry said yes, but to come back right away as he and Draco planned to go out for dinner together. Harry carried their bags upstairs and set them into his old room, and then joined the group in the den.
When he got there, it was apparent that Draco had turned down some of Aunt Petunia's more expensive ideas for the funeral. He had ok'd a tasteful looking coffin and flowers. Aunt Marge wanted the casket to be open, but since Uncle Vernon had blown most of his face off, that wasn't really practical. Aunt Petunia wanted an expensive luncheon to be served after the service. This Draco did approve, although he did say that he would not pay Dudley's hospital bills. This brought another screech from Aunt Marge, as she called him a “selfish poncy git”. Draco reminded her that he was doing a tremendous favor paying for the funeral, but that he owed Dudley nothing, especially after how he had treated Harry.
Finally all of the details were taken care of, and Draco announced that he was taking Harry out to dinner to get away from everyone. Harry was relieved not to have to go through a strained dinner with Aunt Marge and gratefully headed out with Draco. They both had a relaxing meal and did not return to the Dursley household for several hours.
When they returned to the house, Aunt Marge informed them that Aunt Petunia had gone to bed. Ripper, the bulldog, was sleeping drunkenly on the floor of the living room, and by the looks of Aunt Marge, she had been sharing the bottle that got the dog drunk.
“Let me tell you something, Harry Potter.” She slurred, shaking her finger at him angrily.”You are a disturbed man. You should have gone to the orphanage, but my brother took you in. You owe it to your cousin to have your friend take care of his hospital bills. It's the least you can do.”
“Madam” said Draco” No one tells me how I spend my money. You see that cupboard there. That is where your sainted brother made Harry sleep. Your precious nephew tormented him. Harry is a loving and gracious person, but it is my money and I don't owe you or Dudley anything.”
“That's so typical of a poof,” she shouted” Selfish and critical. Why would you insist on harping on the past. You've grown up. You are with this man, who has the money to help Dudley.”
“Marge” said Harry” Nothing will help Dudley. He's brain dead. He won't wake up.”
Draco and Harry went upstairs to Harry's room, but Draco was fuming. He was beginning to understand how Marge could make Harry so angry that his wild magic would cause her to blow up.
“How can you stand that woman?” he raged at Harry, once they got inside his room.
“ I can't” said Harry” Why do you think I've been so quiet?”
“ I can't understand why she thinks she could presume to tell me that I HAVE to pay for your cousin. Anyone else would be grateful for all that I have done.” Draco continued to rage.
“And, she called us POOF”S”.
“Just ignore her, Draco. I'm tired and I am going to take a shower.”
“Shall I come with?” Draco smiled coyly. It was impossible for the two of them to bathe alone, and equally impossible to bathe without having sex.
“Come on” said Harry, grabbing his bathrobe and toiletries. Draco followed him, discreetly pointing his wand at Aunt Petunia's and Colonel Fubster's doors before he followed Harry into the bathroom.
Once inside the shower, Draco massaged Harry's shoulders.” Just relax, Harry” he soothed his lover” We will be out of here tomorrow.”
“I really appreciate you agreeing to help my aunt.” sighed Harry, as he began to shampoo Draco's hair for him.
“Don't mention it.” said Draco” I think I'll look into paying her mortgage, too. It wouldn't hurt for her to feel that she owes us.” He ducked his head under the spray.
Harry started to soap Draco up, feeling his cock twitch. They hadn't been able to continue their blow job session from earlier, although they had discussed fucking in the car, they had decided against it.
“What are you waiting for, Harry?” Draco's peevish voice broke into Harry's thoughts. “Prepare me and then fuck me.”
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He had brought the lube along and set it on the edge of the bathtub. He picked it up and slicked his fingers, before gently sliding one slicked finger into Draco.
“Yes” Draco moaned.” Hurry it up, Harry. I want you to fuck me!”
Harry quickly slid two more fingers in, crooking his fingers in order to touch Draco's prostate, before slicking up his own cock and sliding into Draco.
“That's better” Harry growled into Draco's shoulder.
“Potter,” Draco groaned” If you don't move a bit faster and a bit harder, I am ripping your bits off.”
Harry complied, and Draco, who was usually very loud during sex, moaned.
“That's it,”Harry purred.” I love it when you moan during sex.”
“YES, DON”T STOP,” Draco moaned.
YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE IN HERE DOING WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE YOUR DOING.”Aunt Marge's voice cut through the sexual haze in Harry's brain.
“ GET OUT OF HERE, YOU DRUNKEN OLD BAG. WE ARE TRYING TO TAKE A SHOWER.” Draco yelled back,” AND DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT STOPPING, HARRY”
Marge slammed the door on her way out of the bathroom, and Harry and Draco resumed their activities, although they were both angry.
“Fuck” Draco panted. “ That old bag won't leave us alone.”
“Well, if you hadn't been so loud” Harry bit Draco's shoulder.
“ Well, if you weren't fucking me so well,” Draco threw his head back.”God, I'm almost there. Make me come, Harry.”
“That's it, Draco. Come on. Come for me.”Harry pounded into Draco, close to completion himself.” Come on.”
With a groan, Draco came against the tile, while Harry emptied himself into Draco. They were both moaning and panting loudly. When they both came down from their orgasm, they soaped up again and washed, and then got out of the shower.
“That wasn't enough” Draco complained, tying the sash of his silk dressing gown.
“You want me to fuck you again?”Harry chucked as he tied his own terrycloth robe.
“Yes. No. Actually, I believe that you promised me a blowjob. “
“Now?” asked Harry.
“YES” yelled Draco.
“Shhh” said Harry” Quiet. You'll wake everyone.”
“Not everyone, Harry. Just Aunt Marge. I put silencing charms on the other two doors.”
“Why would you want Aunt Marge to hear us have sex?” asked Harry.
“Because she's a homophobic bully.” answered Draco. “Besides, since we have already had sex in front of so many people, I figured you wouldn't mind.”
“We haven't had sex in front of that many people, Draco” Harry complained.
“Hermione and Ron.” said Draco.
“I thought they were asleep.”
The twins”
“We should never do foursomes”
“Mr. And Mrs. Weasley”
“Well, you were howling and it was a full moon. They thought Remus had bitten you.”
“Remus”
“Well, maybe doing it in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld place was a bit much”
“So why are you worried about your Aunt? It will scar her for life.”
Harry would not agree to giving Draco a blowjob outside Aunt Marge' s door, although he would agree to one in his bedroom with the door open, which was almost the same thing, given how loud Draco could get. Just to be sure, he reinforced the silencing charms on the other two doors.
Harry awoke the next morning to Draco nuzzling his neck, before moving lower to kiss his chest and stomach. Harry loved mornings because Draco got very romantic in the mornings. It had started during the war, when you never knew if you were going to live through the day. Draco would begin the day making love to Harry, and at the end of the day, they would celebrate by having Harry make love to Draco. They continued the routine, with few variations, to this day.
Harry was lying on his back, immensely enjoying Draco thrusting languidly into him. Draco always started out slowly, savoring their lovemaking. This was another throwback from the war, when they had to learn to savor every moment.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
“AHA”screamed Aunt Marge” I have caught you two ponces in the act.”
“Yes” answered Draco, in a pretty normal tone of voice for someone who was currently shagging his lover.”You have caught two consenting adults who love each other making love behind the privacy of closed doors. At least, the door was closed until you opened it.”
“How dare you despoil my brother's house in this way.” She screeched, pointing her finger at the two of them.
'Get the fuck out of here and leave us alone.” said Draco” or you'll find yourself paying for your brother's funeral.”
Aunt Marge slammed the door behind her, and Harry and Draco could hear her ranting all the way down the stairs. They finished their morning shag, and then headed for the shower. For probably the first time in their relationship, they both managed to shower together without fucking.
After they got dressed, they joined the other's downstairs for breakfast, only to find Marge still ranting.
“And here they are. They have no shame at all. They have befouled your house with their behavior.”
“Marge, enough.” said Aunt Petunia, wearily “ Harry and Draco are together. Deal with it. After the funeral you never need see them again. They have been kind to me, agreeing to pay for Vernon's funeral.”
“But what about Dudley?” asked Marge.
“Unfortunately, they're right about that. No amount of money will help Dudley. I don't have the energy to hope he wakes up one day, when he won't. Once the funeral is over, I am going to have them turn off the machines keeping him alive. It breaks my heart, but it is the right thing to do. Because Harry and Draco agreed to pay for Vernon's funeral, I will have the money to bury Dudley.”
“We wanted to speak with you about that, Mrs. Dursley” said Draco. “ I can help you by paying your mortgage off. Then you would have your house.”
“And, I hid some money from Vernon. If invested properly, I would have a small income.”said Petunia” You boys have been wonderful. Despite how you were treated as a child, you are a wonderful loving man, Harry. I don't know how you got that way.”
“Neither do I “ said Draco” But Harry's love is something that you can always count on.”
Fin