Author: Jen (legomymalfoy)
Rating: NC17
Canon: Post-HBP, no spoilers.
Length: 2,000 words.
Scenario: I promise to take you away for a dirty weekend.
Summary: Once upon a time, Draco Malfoy had hated Harry Potter...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: This is fluffy. And kind of gooey. But I am happy with it, considering the fact that I didn't think I'd get to write it at all. All punctuation errors are mine, but I think I caught most of them. Thanks to Aja and Myra for offering to beta; I'm just barely awake here and wouldn't make it if I had to wait longer.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, Draco Malfoy had hated Harry Potter. At least, he'd thought he did; he's not so sure anymore. But that doesn't matter now because see� now, Draco Malfoy is in love with Harry Potter. It didn't happen as suddenly as all that, not even close, but the journey had been one of the most satisfying, difficult and passionate times of his life.
Working with Harry had put them in close quarters more often than not, and stilted conversation started to lead to Harry bringing them both tea in the morning (since he was getting himself some anyway, he'd said). Draco never remarked on how Harry knew that he loved jasmine tea with two sugars and a slight splash of cream. It also took him a month to notice that they started to finish each other's sentences when in meetings.
Of course, by the time he realised, he was already too far gone to care. He'd considered starting to dress better, but high fashion was always lost on Potter. No, it would take a more� delicate hand. He'd started to stand closer to Harry, and teased� flirted� just enough to get the other man to blush. It worked, and Harry would become noticeably flustered and stumble over his words. Oh, yes, Draco had it bad.
Yet, it had been Harry who'd taken the initiative and invited Draco out to dinner. Draco can remember this, because it was so genuinely Harry. They had been working twelve and thirteen hour days, tracking former Death Eaters. Draco had fallen asleep at his desk, drool running down and blurring the ink of the report underneath him. He remembered that Harry had woken him up with a gentle shake, and suggested that since they were both hungry� they should go and get dinner.
From there it was� since we're both here, let's hold hands. Since we're both close, let's kiss. Since I spend the night here more than I do at home, let's move in together.
However, interference arrived in the form of a promotion for Draco. It left Harry behind to do double the work, and moved Draco into a corner office with a window. Harry effectively became his assistant. His secretary. And that was when the Great Rut of 2005 began.
The problem had lingered between them for longer than either of them wish to acknowledge. Draco didn't like to think about it, but he knew that something had to change. He never got to spend time with Harry during the day, and when they got home � Harry after Draco, usually � they barely had time to kiss before eating and collapsing into bed. They needed time together� they needed to reconnect before the frayed thread between them snapped. The only good part about being Harry's boss, Draco mused, was that he could dictate Harry's vacation time.
So, over their usual toast and marmy one morning, Draco fixed Harry with a look and reached for his hands. "We're not going into work today."
Harry snapped out of his early morning haze, dropping a wet blob of marmy on his shirtfront in the process. "Why not?"
Draco knew his smile was absolutely predatory, but he wasn't about to apologize for it. "Go pack a bag. You won't need much, just enough to get you out to dinner one night. And something to swim in."
This was met with a raised eyebrow. "Right... I didn't know we were on assignment this week. You didn't have anything in the calendar, Draco. You have to tell me these things, or I end up scheduling you---mmmph�."
"You talk too much, Potter. Did I ever tell you that? Now, go be a good boy and pack. We're not on assignment, and we're not going to be working on anything other than our tans," He watched Harry process this, pausing for effect. "Do you remember what I told you that night, when we were both working so hard we fell asleep at our desks?"
Harry nodded slowly, lowering himself into Draco's lap. "You promised me a few things."
"I've delivered on most of them, haven't I? There's just this one that needs to be kept, and I'm not one to go back on something I've promised." He wasn't sure if Harry remembered the exact promise, but he'd wait a bit and see if he figured it out. "Now, go and pack; we've a Portkey waiting." He reached down and pinched Harry's arse.
The Portkey � not Draco's favourite way to travel by any means � deposited them onto an expansive stretch of pink sand. Harry's reaction said it all; he gasped, visibly relaxing in the warm, ocean breeze. "Draco� this is�." He turned to Draco, closing this distance between them with a kiss.
Yes, it was. It was even better than the witch at the travel department had said, and her photographs all but blew sand into your face. Draco turned Harry in his arms, so he could see the cottage behind them. It was small, cosy, just big enough the two of them and a very little amount of clothes. As Harry expressed his appreciation, Draco started to take advantage of having his lover close for the first time in what felt like ages. "You know, this is a private beach."
He laughed, resting back in the circle of Draco's arms as Draco brushed his lips along the column of Harry's neck. "Yes, and let me tell you that I really don't want sand up my arse."
"You're such a romantic, Potter. Honestly." He tried to sound admonishing, but he was truly amused; as was the way of things with Harry. The same Harry who was in his arms; warm and half-hard for him already. He let his hands slide down over Harry's stomach, finally resting over the bulge in his trousers. "I think we'd better get inside then."
The inside of the cottage was decorated to match the sea, and was really a sitting room with an open patio, a kitchen, bedroom and bath. He briefly considered showing Harry around, but as the sights Draco wanted to see were currently being covered up by too much cotton, he decided that a tour could fucking wait. Harry was stretched out across the bed, shirt half-undone and cheeks flushed. It was Draco's favourite look on him; the 'fuck me now' look. He stepped towards the edge of the bed and peered down at him. "I've missed you, you know."
Harry nodded, writhing about a bit on the bed, pinned by Draco's gaze. "I'm right here. Show me."
That went right to Draco's cock, which twitched happily inside of its cotton prison. Lowering his voice, Draco removed his clothes and crawled over him. "Strip for me, slowly."
He complied; shaky hands working at buttons, whispering fabric over skin, and laying the heat inside bare for Draco. Harry was so warm, something that Draco had taken great pleasure in finding out. His skin seemed to radiate heat and sex and comfort and home and everything that made Draco feel alive. He felt his breath catch as he looked down at Harry, who was panting now, cock full and curling against his stomach. "You're beautiful." He breathed, brushing tiny, feather-soft kisses from Harry's chin down over his chest.
Harry whined, arching up towards the touch. "Only to you."
Yes, Draco thought, and I'm the only one who counts. "Was afraid I was going to lose you. I can't, Harry� I can't do this without you. Any of it� you know that." He wound the fingers of one hand together with Harry's, while the other ran up the inside of this thigh. Harry's legs parted obediently, free hand fluttering at his side as he struggled not to touch himself and relieve some of the frustration.
"No touching, you know that," he breathed over Harry's balls, sliding his tongue over them. Responsive as ever, Harry rose up off the bed with moan, desperate for any sensation against his cock. However, Draco wanted to push. He wanted Harry to come completely apart in his arms, begging for his cock. Reaching up, he brought Harry's hands over his head, securing them there with a spell. "You'll do as I say. Understood?"
Struggling to simultaneously nod and moan, Harry twisted in his bonds, as if testing their strength. "Please, Draco� please."
Draco smirked against the hot silk of Harry's cock. "Please what, Harry? Please suck your cock? Please fuck you with my tongue until you come without me even touching your cock?"
"S-suck� please." He thrust towards him for emphasis, helpless. Draco ran a warm hand down Harry's stomach, stopping just above his cock. "I don't think that was very specific. What would you like me to suck?" He licked down the happy trail then, kissing just the tip of Harry's cock before backing off again.
Oooh, now that did it. Harry tensed, eyes closing, as he tried to gain control over his release. Draco knew the signs of course, after years of doing everything he could to make Harry come. He knew he could make Harry come without touching him, but he couldn't wait a moment longer. In the blink of an eye, he had a cool hand wrapped around the base of Harry's cock and was ever-so-slowly sucking the rest of it inside.
Harry was a stunning creature, all dark hair and rosy cheeks and brilliant green eyes. Those eyes that drank him in as he sucked Harry's cock; tongue working the head and spot directly under it that Draco knew made Harry scream. Draco knew that if Harry could have, he would have his hands wound in Draco's hair when he came, but instead had to settle for surrendering control to Draco. But oh yes, did Harry come. He thrust shallowly inside of Draco's hot mouth; a litany of DracoDracopleasedon'tstopohhhhhgod escaping.
Draco, letting him come down, rested his cheek against the soft skin of Harry's stomach. "Do you remember the promise yet, love?" He released Harry's hands, smiling as they dragged him up.
After kissing him soundly, Harry smiled. "You promised to take me away for a dirty weekend when things got too bad. You promised that you wouldn't let our jobs come between us. You promised that� even if you would deny it, if asked� you would fall a little more in love with me everyday."
"Smart boy." He turned Harry in his arms, spooning against him, before Summoning a small vial of lube from his bag. Harry relaxed, legs parting as Draco slid inside of him. This was a favourite of theirs; resting close enough together so that you could not tell where one ended and the other began. Draco's hands rested over Harry's heart, leg crossing over his in order to get a better angle. Harry moved fluidly with him, arm rising over his head as he arched back against Draco.
"More, Draco, please." He was hard again, urging one of Draco's hands down to wrap around his cock. The effect was electric as Harry moaned, rocking back against his cock and forward into the warm circle of his fist. It was more than Draco could take and he tightened his hold around him as he came, gasping for breath and whispering things he couldn't tell Harry otherwise.
Harry was limp inside of his embrace then, and Draco pulled out so he could hold him closer. Harry snuggled against his chest, as the wind chimes hanging over the bed were tossed about melodically in the ocean breeze. The sheer intimacy of the moment and furious protectiveness he felt for Harry in that moment made his breath catch. Dirty weekend, sure, but this was something more. This was essential to their well-being. So, yes, once upon a time it was written that Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. But then, since they already had passion and since they were already exactly what the other needed, they decided to fall in love.
