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The Sexual Escapades of a Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 23

So… Um… On a scale of one to ten, how mad are you guys?   You didn’t really think we’d split up Harry and Draco for good, did you? LOLOL. (Granted, they still might have some, er, stuff to work through, but…)

In this chapter, we have another visit to St. Mungo’s, some really good advice, and a revelation or two, which will lead us in to two more chapters next weekend that @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I hope you’ll be pleased with. 😉 (In a side note, Love is in an area for the next few days with very spotty wifi, so no worries if she doesn’t reblog immediately or her blog is a little quiet. <3)

Book One can be found here: Virgin Draco and previous chapters of Engaged can be found here: Engaged

 Chapter Twenty-Three: St. Mungo’s Again

 ~Conference chamber#11, Ministry of Magic, just over a week later~ Draco, standing on jelly legs before all the department seniors: So...So I was saying-- *fumbles around for the right file, sending parchments scattering* Excuse me, I am so sorry-- Wizened old wizard, leaning forward slightly, head tilted in a concerned manner: Mr. Malfoy, are you quite well? *eyes the deep, dark pockets below Draco's eyes, the sunken cheeks and the slightly mussed hair* Should we adjourn this for another day, perhaps? Draco, turning red with embarrassment: *shakes his head vigorously, hair flying* No, not at all. I am quite alright-- I just-- *finally yanks out the right sheet, brushing his hair away impatiently* *clears his throat* So as I was saying, the license clearance for potions labs now depends on a whole new set of conditions, made mandatory by the DMLE owing to the recent-- *blinks as a large barn owl soars in through the open door, scroll attached, landing before him on the table, sending more sheets flying, clicking its beak and urgently scratching at the wood with his talons* *looks around apologetically* I am so sorry, gentlemen-- *nods gratefully as he receives a wave of the hand as permission* *hurriedly unties the scroll, rolling it out and reading, face draining of all colour as he stumbles back and sinks into his chair*

Draco, I'm sorry, I know you and Harry are apart, but if it were me, I'd want to know: Harry and Ron were injured early this morning and brought into Mungo's. Harry's fine--or will be, they think--but is delirious and refusing treatment. Your presence might help. For what it's worth, I know he misses you. Every day. Hermione

Draco, breaking out in a sweat, staring at the letter in horror: *under his breath* No. Senior Wizard: Is everything alright? Draco, looking up as he gets unsteadily to his feet: No-- I have to-- I have to go, sir. *already making his way out* I'm so sorry, I have to go-- *blunders blindly down the corridor, taking the stairs instead of waiting for the lift, bursting out into the Atrium and hurtling towards the Floos* *knocks aside a delivery wizard as he reaches for the Floo powder dispenser* P-pardon-- *throws it in and practically dives into the green flames, shouting out the address to Mungo's* *runs through the halls at the hospital, earning startled looks from those he passes, finally running into the VIP wards through the double doors that automatically fly open for him* *frantically* Where-- where-- Harry-- *opens two doors at random before following the buzz of activity and pushing into a crowded room, looking around wildly and spotting Harry and Ron in neighbouring beds, Ron motionless and surrounded by Healers, Harry bloodied and seemingly delirious* *hangs back behind a jumbled group of Aurors and nurses, one hand clamped over his mouth, the letter still clutched in his other hand*

Harry, suspiciously, as Healer's cluster around him: No, I don't want that-- I'm not taking a potion, I haven't checked it.  Where's my fucking wand, I'll check it!  What did you do to Ron? *bellows* Ron! Don't take their potions! Ron! *snarls* What did you do to him? *eyes catch on Draco's hair* *shoves Healer aside with one arm to see him* Draco! They're trying to give me poison! *imperiously* He has a Dark Mark! And he knows about potions!  He'll fucking help me kill you if you hurt Ron! *when Draco inches forward uncertainly* Draco! Baby, come here! Where's my wand?

Draco, glancing at the helpless Healers as he approaches: *murmurs urgently to them* You'll need to be quick. Please don't let him die-- *cups Harry's cheek as he sits beside him, talking soothingly* I have your wand, love, you gave it to me to keep until you're Healed, remember? *quickly surging forward to peck him on the mouth, trying not to look at the way his head bleeds without pause* I've already checked, I've checked all their potions-- Weasley's too-- they're all-- they're fine, Harry, you need to let them-- *quickly draws his attention away from an approaching Healer* *blurts* I love you! I-- I love you so much, I--

Harry, irritably, to the Healer: *snaps* Get out of the way, I can't see him! *relaxes when the Healer shifts; looks at Draco warmly*  I love you too. *confidingly* They thought they would get us, but you were there to remind me, huh? *voice lower* I kept thinking about that time after you said yes to-- *vaguely bewildered* --to that thing I asked. *chuckles with satisfaction* They even tried to take my ring, but Ron didn’t let them. Ron! *piteously* He's always been a heavy sleeper. *bats at the Healer tending to his head wound; looks back at Draco* You checked their potions? *glares at Healer; flicks eyes to Draco* Show them your Dark Mark. Tell them who we are.

Draco, biting his lip, desperately swallowing at the lump rising in his throat: I-- I did, they know who I am, love-- Harry, please-- *tries to hold Harry's hands in place as he bats away the Healer once more* *urgently* Just-- just get him under! Baby, please, I'm right here, look! *struggles along with two nurses to stay Harry's thrashing* Harry, please, you're losing blood!

Harry, snapping back to himself for a moment: *voice foggy* Draco? Are you here? *reaches out and releases a shaky exhale as his hand touches Draco's face* I'm sorry, they wanted to take my ring, could see magic on. It-- I won't-- I won't-- Oh, god, Ron! Is Ron okay? *struggles to sit up, snatching the potion the Healer has shoved in his face and downing it; tosses the empty vial aside* *sees Ron; horrified* Draco-- Is he--

Draco, firmly pushing him back down by the shoulders: Harry-- Harry, stop, Weasley is fine, he's being treated-- Your ring is right here, you're still wearing your ring, baby, stop fighting-- *gasps, startled, as Harry suddenly draws him close with a hand around his nape* Harry…

Harry, kisses him desperately, messily: I love you. I thought you'd hate-- Why are you here-- oh... *wobbles weakly as the potion hits his system* Oh. *suddenly mutinous, fighting it* What did they give me?  Did you-- did you check-- *voice weak* He has to check all my-- we don't let people hurt each oth-- *eyes fluttering* Draco, check them. Don't-- don't leave…

Draco, gritting back tears of frustration: *gently unwinding Harry's hand from around his neck, kissing the palm and holding it pressed to his cheek* I checked them... *watches Harry go under, twitching bodily as he tries to fight it* I-- I'm right here. *lets his forehead drop onto Harry's shoulder for a second, whispering into his skin, holding his hand with both his own* I love you... *straightens up, pale and trembling, returning the Healers grim nod as he looks around* Is... Is he going to be alright?

Healer: He'll be fine. Thank you. Some head trauma and heavy blood loss, but he made it worse by fighting us. *sighs* Now instead of four or five hours, we'll be lucky if he's out by tomorrow. He took a nasty hex to the head and was splashed with a Confusion potion, which he absorbed through the skin. Frankly, I'm surprised he came out of it even for a moment. *eyes Draco speculatively* That must be a very strong bond you two have. *checks Harry's chart as the other Healers continue casting over Harry* *dismissive* His partner will be fine, too; under a medical coma as we repair some internal damage. His wife should be back soon; she can answer any questions. You're welcome to wait by Mister Potter's bedside if you wish.

Draco, getting to his feet, holding Harry's hand for support as his legs threaten to give away: *shakes his head weakly, eyes fixed on Harry's face, pale and scarred, lips slightly parted, breath rattling out wetly* I-- I can't. *kisses Harry's bloody knuckles before gently placing Harry’s hand back on hiss stomach* I can't. *turns away without a last glance, brushing the back of his hand over his cheeks* I'm sorry, I need to go now. *halts, turning back to the openly staring Healer* Can you-- Please would you ask Mrs. Weasley to owl me...? With details about the Head Auror's recovery? Th-thank you. *sweeps out, eyes fixed firmly in front of him* *gulps in huge pulls of air as he strides down the corridor back towards the double doors* *under his breath, frantic and helpless* He'll be fine, he's going to be fine, he's alive, he'll be fine--

 ~St. Mungo's, Observation Ward, 4am~ Harry, waking up with a start: Draco? *looks around wildly, voice louder* Draco? Hermione, hurrying over to his side: Shh, Harry. People are sleeping. *smooths his wild black fringe away from his forehead, inspecting his head wound with a critical eye* *softly* Draco's not here. Harry, confused: But I talked to him! ...Didn't I? When's he coming back? Oh, fuck, is Ron okay?  Ron! Hermione, shushing him again as Ron stirs: *rolls her eyes with a sigh* He's fine, too…

Ron, leaning up on one elbow: *croakily* Mate, you're shit at Shields sometimes, and for fuck's sake stop intercepting every curse flying at me, I earned my badge with good merit-- *collapses onto his back with a groan* And just FYI, you fucked up so bad with Malfoy, you need another hex to the head--

Harry, glaring at him: *exasperated* I did not! He was here! *to Hermione* Where'd he go? Hermione, biting her lip: *exchanges a look with Ron* He left, Harry.  He... He did come by, and he asked me for updates, but... He couldn't stay. *quietly* I think it was too hard on him. *suddenly vehement* Which I understand. You two, you don't know what it's like to be the one left home, worrying day and and out. At least when we were teenagers, I was with you. I could see you were okay. *fiercely, to Harry* You've been in St. Mungo's thirteen times in the last year. Six of those in the last two months! I don't blame Draco for needing to get away from that! Ron's only been in twice, and both times I've been frightened out of my mind! *sits down suddenly, huffing out a loud breath* Harry, taken aback: I... I don't blame Draco. He and I were... It wasn't just the job, Hermione. I mean, it was, but-- *swallow hard* He's not coming back?

Ron: Should he? You don’t bloody show any concern for your own well-being lately. Auror 101, mate, you don't just tackle someone after you've lost your wand, you fall back and work at retrieving your wand or find another-- *turning his head with a frown* 'Mione? I'm sorry, I'll never land up here again if I can help it, okay? I love you. And Rosie. And you.

Harry, rubbing his face with his palm: I know. Okay?  But Hermione has never demanded you give up something you love so she won't have to worry. She complains and she scolds but she's fucking there! *shakes his head * Hermione, biting her lip: But I want to. All the time. Only... Harry, Ron and I have been through all of it together--with you. During the war, Draco... Well, he doesn't understand it in the same way. Right?  Just because you caught glimpses of him doesn't mean he had the same advantage. It's like... A void of fear, for him. There's nothing but the worst-case scenario to fill in the gaps. *takes his hand; squeezes it*

Ron, sighing: Look, mate... I know you both have been together-- what, nearly two years? That's-- yeah, that's a good while but he doesn't really know the kind of shit you're capable of pulling. *turns onto his side with a grimace, waving away Hermione as he half rises to come help him* This is what I do when I feel like Hermione's fretting unnecessarily - I imagine her in my place. Exactly my place; where I stood, surrounded by three fallen Aurors and my best friend whose head was split open, while I could feel my insides start to rupture. I put her in that situation and-- *raises a shaking hand to rub at his face* Mate, I nearly pissed myself imagining it. Because-- no, just no, I can't ever let her be in that kind of scenario, leave alone on a regular basis. *sighs again, continuing haltingly* I-- I was thinking I'd maybe quit, you know? Go help George with the shop. Have another baby with my wife. Take a step back from all the action-- *smiles ruefully at Hermione and Harry's stunned expressions* We've had nothing but action since we were eleven. I have to say it's starting to wear me down a little now.

Harry: *abrupt* Right, then. *shoves off his blankets, and grabs his glasses, slipping them on* *stands, wobbling a little, as he finds his wand and Summons his clothing* *begins dressing rapidly* Hermione: Harry, what are you doing? the Healers will be on rounds in an hour or so-- Just-- Harry, wait, where are you going? Harry, walking away, with only a small limp: *throws over his shoulder* Ask Ron. He gets it. *determinedly exits the ward*

Ron, turning onto his back with a satisfied, slightly smug smirk: Prat. *at Hermione's bewildered look* He's going to get Malfoy, of course. And I'm willing to bet my left nut that they're going to be going at it like gnomes in about seven minutes. *takes Hermione's hand and kisses it* I hope I'm right because we'll need both my nuts soon. I saw your face when I talked about that baby, Mrs. Granger-Weasley. *grins, kissing her hand again, eyes soft and adoring*

[bixgirl1]

The Sexual Escapades of a Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Chapter 21

*sheepish* Hi, everyone! @l0vegl0wsinthedark  and I are so freaking sorry for the last chapter!  But rest assured, there’s sex in this one!  There’s, um, some very definite sex. And also semi-public!  Everyone loves it when Harry and Draco lose control around each other, right? *looks around*  I’m gonna…uhh…go hang out with Love over, um, there for a while. *waves*

You can find previous chapters of Engaged here: Engaged Masterlist

And the first book here: Virgin Draco Masterlist

Warnings/Tags: Ummm… Explicit sexual content.

Chapter Twenty-One: Broken Glass and Cigarettes 

~The Unicorn’s Horn, Friday Night~ Harry, walking grudgingly up to the bar with Ron: One drink. Got it? I'm tired, it's been a shit day, and-- Ron, determinedly cheerful: All the more reason to have two.

*turns to the bartender and orders two whiskeys, then hands Harry one* *clinks glasses* Drink up. Harry, taking a slow sip and sighing a bit as the heat travels through him: *a little quieter* Two, then. At the most. I need to get home. Ron, snorting softly: *pointed* For what?  So that Kreacher can feed you and tuck you in? So you can stare at nothing on your vellytision? *hesitates* It's been almost a month, Harry... I know it's been--I know you're feeling-- But it can't be just work and home. You know? Harry, absently: Television. *meets Ron's eyes; swallows* I can't stand the thought of him deciding to come by and--and not being there. If-- *leans against the bar; takes a longer pull of his drink* Ron, frowning worriedly: But if-- *sighs, shaking head to himself* Okay.  Alright, I get that. But you should at least let Hermione and me come over sometimes.

Harry, nodding: Yeah.  Okay.  I guess, I have been a little-- *smiles wanly* Tomorrow night?

Ron, overly-enthusiastic: Sounds great, mate!  We'll watch your vettleishion after dinner and you and 'Mione can make fun of me. Harry, laughing ruefully: *shrugs, a bit lighter* Sounds fun. *starts looking around the crowd thoughtlessly, relaxing a bit * *freezes suddenly, body going rigid* Ron. Ron, brows drawing down: *turns curiously, following Harry's gaze* Fuck. Harry, face like stone: *stares at Draco, looking posh and relaxed in a grey three piece suit, jacket off to reveal his perfectly-tailored waistcoat and white silk dress shirt, open at the collar where his silver tie has been loosened * *clenches his jaw when Draco laughs warmly at the handsome wizard sitting beside him and leans in as the wizard dips his head to say something close to his ear*

Draco, edging away awkwardly as he's told he has dreamy eyes: *with a nervous laugh* Oh, well, you know... I get them from my father...and-- I mean-- *looks around helplessly, craning his neck as he glances at the door for the enth time, waiting with increasing impatience for Pansy and Blaise* Did Pansy happen to mention whether she's going to be late or...? I mean, she said seven, right? *checks his watch distractedly* It's almost eight, I mean-- *sighs, leg bouncing restlessly under the table as he looks around the crowded pub, discreetly snatching his hand away as his companion reaches for it* Paul: *mumbles* You-- you're wearing a ring... Draco, heart clenching: *firmly* Yes. Yes, I am-- *gasps audibly, the sound catching in his throat as his gaze snags on a pair of green eyes, burning with rage, fixed on him from the bar across the room* *breath hitched, all the air leaving his lungs with a whoosh* Oh my g-- *cringes back in his seat with a soft yelp as the glass in Harry's hand shatters, glass flying everywhere, Weasley holding up his hands in apology to the people around them* *shaky whisper* Harry, what are you d-- *scrambles for his jacket as he watches Harry tear his furious gaze away and stride out, hand bleeding copiously as he disappears out the door* *desperately, under his breath* Harry, wait-- *shakes his hand free as Paul grabs it again, snapping rudely* Let me go, you moron, this was not a date, Merlin. I'm going to kill Pansy-- *slips out from behind the table and jogs to the door, exchanging a panicked look with Ron as he elbows his way out past a few patrons entering* *breaks into a run as he heads for the Apparition alley* *screaming as he turns the corner, hurtling towards the stiff figure marching away* HARRY!

Harry, halting momentarily, cradling his bleeding hand in the other: *begins walking again, faster, heading for the Apparition point* *jerks his arm away when Draco winds a hand around it; throat tight and voice thick and wet* Fuck off, Malfoy. Go back to your new boyfriend. *stumbles as Draco grabs him again, dragging him ruthlessly into a smaller alley off to the side, shoving him against the brick wall* *glares furiously* What. What do you want. Say it so I can go.

Draco, hoarsely: That was not a-- He's not my boyfriend, for Merlin's sake! How dare you-- as if I would-- *eyes sudden snapping to his hand, automatically reaching out* *whispers* Let me--

Harry, pulling his hand away and holding it to his chest: *growls* Sure as fuck look liked it. What was he, then? A pull? *laughs, sharp and angry* Is this why I haven't seen you around work? Too busy trying to find another permanent suitor, right? Or maybe just a one for the night.

Draco, voice rough, eyes filling up: *gnashing his teeth* How dare you, you absolute piece of shit. That was not-- *voice breaking as his eyes brim over* You don't hear me asking you what you were doing in there with a wingman, do you?! I'm so sorry you spotted me before you could do some pulling of your own! *pants at him, teeth bared, eyes flickering desperately over his face, snagging on a scar below his jaw* Wh-what happened to your-- what happened to you...?

Harry: *hotly* Ron had to fucking drag me out tonight because I've been home, waiting for-- *shoves Draco away with his bloody hand as Draco reaches up to touch the fresh scar on his jaw* None of your fucking business. That's the way you wanted it, right? *breaks off, mouth tightening until the edges go white* And I don't have to justify myself to you, not when you're here with another man. *coldly* In fact, maybe it's time I start to look around.

Draco, reaching out to shove at him with both hands, snarling at him: Fine. Fine! Go, then! *steps back, gesturing wildly with one arm* GO! Go fuck the first twit you find! *pants raggedly, hands clenched and trembling, eyes locked with his, lips wet and parted*

Harry, staring at him, lip curling up: Maybe I will. Maybe I'll go find the first willing body and fuck it. One of those wizards that asks for my autograph. *voice getting louder with each word, until he's yelling* I'll take him into the nearest loo and fuck him stupid and FINALLY FORGET I EVER FUCKING WANTED YOU! *shoves past Draco roughly, only to be stilled by a ruthless hand on his wrist; turns to glower at Draco, whose chest is heaving, teeth bared, eyes gleaming* *snaps, hauling him close with one arm and kisses him, biting at Draco's lips, which open with a broken gasp as Harry plunges his tongue inside Draco's mouth* *walks Draco to the wall, pushing him against it with his own body* Fuck.

Draco, responding at once, gasping throatily: *flings his arms around Harry's neck, following it with one leg around his hips* *kisses him loudly, nipping until he tastes blood, emitting little sobs between kisses, fighting for breath as he pushes his tongue in and swipes it around Harry's mouth* *tightening his hands in Harry's hair until he feels some strands snap free* Harry! Baby, oh god-- *wrenches his mouth free to press frantic kisses over his scarred jaw* You fucking shit, what did you do?! How did you-- Harry, fuck!

Harry, shakily and desperately working Draco's flies open between them: *voice ragged and angry* Nothing, never mind, fuck, fuck, you selfish little-- It's none of your business what I do, after-- *shoves Draco's trousers and pants down to mid-thigh, curls a tight fist around his hardening cock, pumping it brutally* *leans down and works his mouth over Draco's throat, gasping as Draco slips a thigh between his legs and rubs it against Harry's painful erection* *bites Draco's throat, leaving bruised indentations as he mutters* You haven't even taken off your bloody ring, Malfoy. You should have taken it off-- If you're still wearing it, you must still want me to-- *moans as Draco drags his head back up for another rough, biting kiss*

Draco, growling into his mouth, sucking painfully on his bleeding lip: *pushes his hands under Harry's shirt and rakes his nails down his back* *drags his collar aside and sinks his teeth into the crook of his neck, arching back with a cry as Harry squeezes his cock* Please! Fucking take me then, you utter-- *whimpers, bucking wildly* --probably fucked a dozen others already--

Harry, groaning as Draco drags down his flies and opens his trousers, pushing them down just far enough to release Harry's cock: *hoarsely* Fuck you, Draco-- No one else, I can't even look at another man without wanting you, you need to get the fuck out of my head already, since you won't-- *pants as Draco suddenly winds a hand around his prick and begins stroking it quickly, with no finesse* *slaps Draco's hand away; spins him around, and pushes him flush against the dirty brick wall, muttering a lubrication charm over his fingers as he slides them between Draco's clenched arse cheeks* *finds Draco's arsehole with two fingers and presses them inside slowly, rubbing his leaking cock against Draco's arse cheek as he does* *breathes hotly against the back of Draco's ear * Fuck, you're tight... *brokenly, under his breath* I miss you, you insufferable bastard.

Draco, exhaling shakily, craning his neck to bite kisses into Harry's jaw: *grinds back into his fingers, one arm twisted behind to grasp Harry's cock* Harry, please-- *cries out sharply as Harry prods cruelly at his prostate, trembling as he cants his hips out* *frantic, whimpered murmurs* Miss you, Harry, please, please I miss you so much, just please fuck me, Harry, please I want you inside me--

Harry, voice low and rambling: Want my cock, want me in your body. Yeah, you can take whatever I dish out, can't you? *removes his fingers and steps behind Draco, lining himself up and muttering another charm to grease his cock* *presses forward slowly, sheathing himself In Draco's arse, past the too-tight muscles resisting his way* *continues to mutter, resentful and quiet as he bottoms out and Draco moans* You can fucking take it all, can't you, Draco, as long as I don't come with it. *begins thrusting heavily*

Draco, nails scrabbling frantically against the wall: *mouth gasping wide open, head thumping back onto Harry's shoulder* F-- fuck-- *fisting a hand roughly in Harry's hair as he bites down into Draco's shoulder, shouting out as he pounds into his prostate* *rasps out, hoarse and snarling* Rich coming from a rotten fucker like you-- juvenile arse always looking for a-- aarrgh!-- chance to show off his-- Harry, please, oh fuck! *arching into the wall as Harry yanks his head back by his hair, sobbing dryly into Draco's neck as he snaps his hips without pause* No matter what-- no matter how long we're together, you'll-- you'll never pick me, will you?! I'll-- I'll never be good enough for-- *plants both hands on the wall as he's thrown into it, before reaching down to pull at his cock, thrashing under Harry*

Harry, plunging into Draco ceaselessly: *yanks Draco's head back farther as he whips his hips; mutters coarsely in his ear* Pick you?  If you loved me, if you thought I was good enough, if you had any fucking faith in us, you wouldn't ask me to give up everything just to keep you! *jerks his hips harder into Draco, chest heaving with dry sobs* *moans, voice cracking* And I want to, damn you! I want to give up everything just to have-- just to-- *hips stuttering; grinds into Draco hard, pressing directly onto his prostate with the thick head of his cock* *viciously* Come, goddamn it! *bites down ruthlessly on the crook of Draco's neck again* *gives a harsh, muffled cry as Draco starts coming, the walls of his arse clamping down around Harry's prick, milking it* I love you, you greedy, selfish, thoughtless piece of-- *arse working fast as he pumps his hips and begins to come, pulsing his climax hotly into Draco*

Draco, biting into his own arm to muffle his weak sobs: *gasps wetly as his knees buckle* Harry, I'm--! *groans as Harry curls an arm around his ribcage and hauls him back up, fucking out the last of his climax, pressing painfully tender kisses into Draco's neck* *sags into him, shuddering as he clamps around his softened length* Harry... *permits himself to be kissed rough and sloppy, panting into the warm mouth* *turning around slowly within the circle of Harry's arm, grabbing his head and immediately inspecting the new scar closely* *shaky whisper* That looks like it might've been deep... *presses a kiss onto it, loving and sweet, before abruptly shoving him away and bending over double, hands on his knees as he pants softly* What was it this time? Severing Charm to your neck? How did you almost die this time?

Harry, leaning against the wall bonelessly as he catches his breath: *distractedly rubs a comforting hand over Draco's back for a few moments, not realizing that he's smearing blood across the back of back waistcoat* *shortly * Yeah. I was fine. Took a risk, took a hit. Only a day in Mungo's. *pulls his hand away to tug up his trousers when Draco looks at him incredulously * *fumbles in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes; takes one out and lights it with the tip of his wand* *takes a long draw from it, eyes on the smoke as he exhales* So were you on a date?

Draco, eyeing the smoke curling up around the shaggy black head: *righting his clothes slowly, hissing as his arse twinges painfully* Fuck off, so what if I was?! *watches the way Harry's jaw tightens, eyes going cold and hard* *rough, but still somehow plaintive* No, it wasn't. I fucking told you it wasn't. Pansy-- *rakes a hand through his hair, messing up the sweat soaked strands further* Pansy said she'd-- *to himself almost* I didn't know it's a fucking blind date. *looks around slowly at him, closing the gap and pressing into him for a second, plucking the cigarette out of his fingers and closing his mouth over his, kissing him through the bitter, acrid burn of it, smoke escaping around the edges of their frantically moving mouths* *pulls away, drawing a deep drag from the cig before dropping it and crushing it under his heel* *quietly* You genuinely believed it was a date? You think I'd...that I could--

Harry, almost dismissive but for the pained tone under his words: Yeah. It looked like one. ...You're going to eventually, I know it. You're too-- *stops, turning to Draco suddenly and kissing him again, desperately winding his fingers through Draco's hair as he licks into his mouth, messy and insistent* *pulls away, breath catching* *voice low and choked* I can't fucking stand it. I think about you all the-- *breaks off again, releasing Draco as abruptly as he'd pulled him close* *swallows convulsively* *with a forced, faint smile* I didn't know you'd ever smoked. You didn't even cough. *softer; inquisitive* Or did you just pick it up as naturally as you do everything else?

Draco, nostrils flaring: Well, yes, I'm just good at everything I do. Remember how well I sucked your cock the first time I tried? How well I took it up my arse that first time? What's some light smoking in the face of that? *picks up his soiled jacket, folding it over his arm, eyes fixed somewhere next to Harry's ear* Give me your hand. *holds out one elegant hand of his own, fingers trembling*

Harry, sighing: *quietly* I meant it as a compliment... *achingly* You were good at those things... Better because you loved-- *shakes his head, biting his lip* *extends his still sullenly-bleeding hand wordlessly, flinching as Draco takes it gently in his own* *pointlessly* I need to go.

Draco, lips moving soundlessly as he Heals his hand, wand hovering carefully: *doesn't let go, one tear running down his cheek and dripping off his clenched jaw* *runs his thumb over the healed lines on his hand, voice aching and barely audible* Then go. *drops his hand suddenly* It's what you do best, isn't it. *meets Harry's shocked, enraged gaze, more tears leaking out his eyes* Go.

Harry, mouth tightening: *takes a hedging step away; halts and turns* *grabs Draco and hauls him in for a hard kiss* *releases him, panting raggedly* *flatly* Love you. *takes a step back, then another and another; rakes a hand through his hair* *hoarse* See you, Malfoy. *turns and walks swiftly away*

Draco, shaky fingers tracing his lips, mouth opening as he gasps in some air, tears falling: *leans sideways into the wall, watching Harry's long form spin away* *through broken sobs* I love you too…

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

The Sexual Escapades of the Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch.20

Soooo….Harry was being shifty as fuck, eh? Why didn’t he tell Draco about the promotion offer? That’s, um, kind of what this chapter is all about. And it…doesn’t end well.

You guys aren’t going to like @bixgirl1 and me very much for these next few chapters. We’re sorry, okay?! We can’t help but fuck things up every once in a while cause we’re both extra AF and we need help or something.

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Chapter Twenty: Half-burnt Letters and Sudden Conclusions

~Harry and Draco’s House, Thursday Night~ Harry, stepping out of the Floo and dusting himself off: *looks around curiously at the dark room* *calls out* Draco? Are you home? *spells the lights on and takes two steps forward, startling when he notices Draco sitting quietly a side chair* Fuck, baby, you scared me!

*pauses* What are you doing?  Are you okay? *takes a step closer to him; eyes falling to the partially-crumpled, slightly singed parchment in Draco’s hand* *quietly* Where did you get that?

Draco, looking him in the eye, gaze unwavering: The fireplace in your study. No no, I wasn’t snooping– *with a cold, half smirk* –I just left my glasses in there…and happened to glance at the hearth, and I found…this. *leans his head on the back of the chair as he holds up the letter and starts to read aloud* Dear Mr. H. J. Potter, it gives me, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic, Great Britain, immense pleasure to offer you the position of Administrative Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, following a unanimous vote of the en–

Harry: *tersely* I’ve read it. *sighs, chewing lip for a moment* I’m sorry. I guess I should have told you. But it wasn’t a real offer until yesterday, just a… hypothetical thing, which I’d already turned down, basically. So I didn’t really see the need to bring it up.

Draco, turning his gaze on him, sharp and fiery: Turned it down? You actually turned the offer down?! *stands up, crushing the letter into a ball and chucking it at him* Yes, you should have told me, but not after you’ve turned the bloody offer down!

Harry, flinching a little: *jerks his chin up, eyes narrowing* Why? Why am I not allowed to turn down a job offer for a job I don’t want, Draco?

*draws off his cloak and tosses it onto the sofa; folds arms over his chest* Why do we need to get into a giant discussion about how I’m going to say no to something I don’t want to do? You know me; we’ve talked about it. I love my job and you know that. So what’s the big deal?

Draco, eyes bulging: *weakly* What’s the big…? *huffs out an incredulous puff of air, turning away as both his hand jump to his hair and ruffle it into a blond mess as he paces* *turns back around, hands on his hips as he nods fractionally, eyes on the floor, slightly crazed* You…genuinely don’t get why this is a big deal, do you? You’re actually under the impression that it’s okay for you to turn down a job where you’d be safer and more valued and more–

Harry, snapping: I’m plenty valued for the work I do. And not just because I defeated Voldemort.  I’m good at it. I help people.

*pauses, taking a long, calming breath* *quieter; reaching for control* You know, I’m not supposed to talk about my away-assignments.  But… The last one, with my shoulder? I did that saving a ten-year old boy from a curse that took out his entire building. I took down the wizard who did it, too. It’s important, what I do. I don’t think I should have to give that up.

Draco, slightly desperate: You wouldn’t be giving it up, Harry, not really! You’d still be helping people! In fact, you’d be ensuring that others are able to help people better too! It wouldn’t be just you running yourself ragged in trying to do everything for everyone and you definitely wouldn’t come close to dying every other day!

Harry, dragging an agitated hand through his hair: *bursts out* But it wouldn’t be me! I would have to be some–some administrative bureaucrat on occasion; would never be sent away on assignment. I’d not be in the field half as much! *paces away from Draco, then turns abruptly to stare at him* *terse* And I don’t come close to dying every other day. I’ve been so much more careful since– *gestures to his side *  –I know that the other stuff worries you, the shoulder, and my leg, and–but it’s all just normal for an Auror.  It doesn’t happen that often, and I try to understand your worry, but I’m good, and I play it safe for you, for us, so–

Draco, swallowing hard, throat bobbing: *expression hurt as he forces the words out* You resent me for it, don’t you? You’ll deny it but you hate me a little bit for making you be more wary out there; less rash, less reckless. *holding up a hand as Harry opens his mouth to argue* You’re only careful now because you’re afraid I’ll leave you; pack my bags and walk out of your life in case you end up…losing a limb or something! Because you still think I’m that shallow!

Harry, frustrated: We’re getting married in three months. Why would I want that if I thought you were shallow enough to leave me if I got hurt? *hesitates* Yeah… It’s… Harder sometimes, to not take the calculated risk I know I can get away with because I’m considering another person. But it’s worth it if I know you’ll worry less about me while I’m out there. So it’s not as if I’m not trying, Draco. I’ve given up a– *purses lips; looks away* We’ve both made compromises. I thought this was one of them. What’s so different now? If someone offered me a job training new Aurors, you wouldn’t expect me to take that, so why this?

Draco, slumping where he stands, expression defeated: *slowly* …I– I can’t win this one, can I? *eyes burning, lips trembling, hands fisted by his sides* There’s…nothing I can say that’d convince you to take the promotion, is there? Not me saying that I’d probably have a lot less nightmares if you did? Not me confessing that I barely eat, barely sleep, barely function every time you’re out on a mission, flinching at the sight of every owl that I receive, kipping on the sofa by the fireplace so that I’m right by the Floo… smelling your shirts like a lunatic because I’m afraid I’ll forget what you smell like in case you never fucking come back– *breaks off on a dry sob, backing up until he can sink back into the overstuffed armchair, dropping his head into both hands* N-nothing I say will ever get through that thick skull of yours, will it?

Harry, face softening: *heads over to Draco and kneels in front of him* Hey. Look at me. *when Draco looks up with damp eyes* *pulls him close; murmurs against his ear as Draco trembles* I love you. Okay? I love you. *exhales, stroking Draco’s back* You don’t have to worry.

*kisses his temple, his ear, his jaw* Draco, I promise. *kisses his mouth, slow and sweet when Draco turns, then deeper as Draco shudders and grips him with desperate hands* *whispers against his mouth, between kisses* I love you, Draco. I didn’t know, but you don’t have to– *licks into Draco’s mouth hotly on the next kiss, shuffling closer on his knees and threading his hands tightly through Draco’s hair, slanting his mouth over his and groaning as he feels the hard press of Draco’s cock against his belly*

Draco, clutching desperately at him with both hands in his hair: *whispered whimpers between kisses* I love you too, Harry– love you so much, you arsehole– wouldn’t make it without you– I’d go right round the bend, I simply can’t imagine what I’d do if you– please– *sobs into his mouth, kissing him sweetly, deeply, hands stroking his cheeks* *pulling back after several minutes, panting softly as Harry laves hungrily at his neck, cradling his messy head close* So… So, you’ll take it? *swallows, voice loaded with relieved hope* You’re taking the promotion?

Harry, faltering, lips against Draco’s throat: *raises head slowly* *voice pained* I– I didn’t mean that. *grabs Draco when he starts to pull away, holding him tightly* *pleadingly*  I’m careful for you, love. I’m so careful–

*kisses him hard, demandingly, until Draco automatically kisses him back, even as he leans away from Harry’s clutch* *raspy, talking quick* Let me make love to you, let me show you how much– how much you mean to me, how I’ll never risk hurting you that way. Draco–

Draco, pushing feebly at Harry’s hands as he starts on Draco’s shirt buttons: *staring in nearly expressionless disbelief* *whispers shakily* Stop– stop it– *lets out a startled sob against his mouth as he’s kissed again, fresh tears leaking out* *turning away, face crumpling* Stop it, Harry– you can’t just– you can’t just kiss everything better, alright?! *brushes his tears away roughly, the air around him almost crackling with heartbroken fury* What the fuck is the point of making love to me now, and then landing up dead in a fucking ditch somewhere tomorrow?! I don’t– I just– *pulls at his own hair, looking quite mad for a moment as his eyes bulge* Why are you with me when your job is always going to come first?! Why are you with me?! Why did you ask to marry me?! You’re already married to your fucking job– oh my god, I can’t believe I actually said that just now but it’s the actual fucking truth! That death trap of a job will always come first, won’t it?!

Harry, face falling: *swallows hard, blinking back the sudden rush of tears as he releases Draco and gets up* I was with you because I thought you understood… Me. How I can love two things at once. *dully* I thought you said you wouldn’t leave. *shakes head at the beginning of Draco’s outraged denial* No. You’re leaving. You just want me to do it for you. *breathes shallowly for a moment, staring at a picture of the two of them in the mantle* *listless* I’ve been crazy, haven’t I? Maybe both of us have been. Thinking this would work, when we’re so different. I feel like, if you loved me, you wouldn’t put me in the position of having to give up something. And I think… *chokes* I think if you knew how much I love you, you’d trust me. *looks around, voice lost* We just bought a house, Draco…

Draco, standing up and cupping his face with both hands: *feverishly* I do trust you, what the hell makes you think–? It’s not you I don’t trust, Harry, it’s– it’s all those people out there, all of them who have so many opportunities to harm you. *slightly out of breath* I’m not asking you to give anything up. You wouldn’t even be giving it all up! I’m not– I’m not trying to force you or guilt you into something! *steps back as Harry simply stares back, jaw clenched* Why are you– *lip curling slightly* I said I wouldn’t leave, and I meant it. Why are you even talking about– why are you making it sound as if–?! *blinks, understanding dawning in his eyes* You– you’re saying– …This is an ultimatum you’re giving me, isn’t it? Either I shut up and– and pretend to be okay with you going out there and risking your neck everyday, or– or that’s it for us. *bares his teeth, eyes practically shooting sparks* You’re a right bastard, Potter.

Harry, voice turning hard: You’ve been trying to change me from the minute we met. And so I’ve tried. But this one thing–this one thing, Malfoy– that I refuse to give up is the sticking point. *laughs suddenly, a bit wild, eyes bright with unshed tears* You know what?  Blame me for it if you want. You would anyway. I’m just the guy who–who fucking waited for you, and learned about a new way of life for you, and–fuck!–even spoke civilly to your father for you. I’m just the guy who bought this fucking mansion with you because a three bedroom flat wasn’t good enough for a Malfoy. *pulls away; walks unsteadily over to the floo* *picks up a pinch of dust and steps In, turning to look at Draco, who stares back brokenly, but doesn’t reach for him* *voice heavy* I’m just person who wanted to give you everything. I hope you’ll you still be happy with just the manor. *swallows hard* *throws down the powder, calling out his old address* *disappears in a flash of green*

Draco, standing still and unmoving for a long beat: *walks forward slowly, pausing before the mantle and staring into the flames unblinkingly, almost as though willing them to spit Harry back out to him* *bites down on his lip as it starts to tremble again, waiting patiently* *whispers beseechingly at the crackling logs* Please. *drops into a kneel suddenly, legs giving away as he pushes his face into his hands, shoulders shaking as he heaves out great big rasping sobs* Please, Harry…

Harry, stumbling out of the Floo in his old, darkened flat: *turns immediately* *stares at the cold, empty fireplace desperately, biting down on his lip until he tastes blood* *waits, shifting with impatience* *whisper rawly* C'mon. Come on, Draco… *begins trembling; sinks slowly to his knees, tears overflowing* Please, baby…. *lowers his head, shaking, and waits*

[bixgirl1]

The Sexual Escapades of the Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged To The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 1

We made it!  Harry and Draco -- our Randy Prat and Innocent Pureblood -- have made plans to tie the knot! And @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I want to thank everyone who took that journey with them/us and rooted for the happy ending between them we all hoped for! So that’s it, right? Engaged=no complications whatsoever? *cackles * Well, let’s see:in our very first chapter, Harry and Draco are confronted with something they maybe should have been paying attention to all along, and as this book progresses you’ll find that love doesn’t always make for smooth sailing -- although, in the case of the Randy Prat and his now Well-Informed Pureblood Fiance, it usually at least results in some really interesting sex. LOL. The previous book can be found here: The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived

Content Warnings: Strong sexual content, discussions of mpreg, moment of non-consensual violence (that is addressed). Chapter One: Well Done, Chosen One:

~Harry's house, Saturday night~ Harry, stumbling out of the Floo, clutching Draco and wheezing with laughter: Oh my god!  ...How long do you think before they notice we're gone?

Draco, tripping over his robes, face pink as he heaves soundlessly: *hiccups* I think-- a while... They're rather busy at the moment-- trying not to kill each other-- *suddenly kisses him with a low hum*

Harry, kissing him back: *casually pulls off their robes and tosses them carelessly aside* I mean-- we lasted four hours. They can't be too mad, right? *stumbles over to the couch and falls onto it, still giggling a little tipsily* Seriously though. When Molly brought up the "more intimate party" we had at the Burrow last night, I thought your mum was about to start flinging hexes.

Draco, fumbling unsuccessfully with his shirt buttons: *mumbling* There's a reason I didn't tell my mother about that, Harry. She prides herself on the parties she throws and Mrs.Weasley announcing that was something I was dreading all fucking evening-- ugh, fuck these! *starts clawing angrily at the offending buttons*

Harry, pointing his wand lazily at Draco's shirt until the buttons pop off: *at his exasperated laugh* What?  Most of your clothes are here now anyway... *snorts* And I know that. I think Molly did it specifically to irritate her. Your mum kept pushing around the date of the party whenever Molly said they were able to attend. *tugs Draco's hand until he falls, draped over Harry* *mock-seriously* I wonder what our wedding will be like. D'you think your father will be back to courting the press by then?

Draco, drunkenly trying to straighten up: *slightly out of breath* I don't-- I don't fucking want to think about it even. At this point, I'm reconsidering the eloping thing-- *rips at Harry's shirt until the buttons have pinged off and it's hanging open* *at Harry's raised eyebrow* What? You don't care much about clothes anyway... *thumbs over a peaked nipple*

Harry, letting his head fall back with a nod: Mostly I prefer when they're off you. *with drowsy arousal* Mmm. That's nice. *pushes Draco's ruined shirt off his shoulders and lightly scrapes his back with his fingernails while toeing off his shoes* *ruts upward thoughtlessly* D'you think either of them will let us help plan it even a little?

Draco, shakily: Do you actually want to help plan it? *hissing as Harry clamps ruthlessly onto his neck* Y-You were of the opinion that we should have it on some hilltop behind the Burrow or something-- ah!

Harry, slightly breathless as he hooks one leg around Draco's thighs and thrusts upward with his steadily swelling cock* I still think that'd be nice... I'd like to be consulted at least. *licks the teeth indentations on Draco's neck* I never got to do stuff like that, growing up, you know? Normal party stuff. And it's our wedding. *flushes a little at Draco's expression* What? That's stupid, right?

Draco, gently pulling Harry's glasses off and setting them on the coffee table: *kisses him softly* Very endearingly so. *lifting off to one side as Harry starts to fumble with their flies* Look, the Burrow thing might be cute and all that, but I really doubt it'll be plausible-- *breaks off on a moan as their pricks come into contact* --oh fuck…

Harry, cupping hands tight over Draco's arse to start guiding him back and forth: *mumbles* Godric's Hollow, then. It's pretty there... They have this small cathedral we could expand to-- ah! Right there! *huffs a breath* *rolls them both off the sofa, landing on the floor on top of Draco with a hard 'oof'*   *snickers at Draco's outrage* Sorry. ...But can we... *slides his aching cock against Draco's again with a gasp and shoves his trousers down further*

Draco, arching up, one hand clutching onto the coffee table the other digging into the sofa: Just-- okay, just fuck the wedding for a while, yes? And also-- *bites lip, stifling a whimper as he pushes Harry away* *turns onto all fours, clumsily shoving his own pants and trousers down to his knees* *mumbles as Harry skates his fingers over his rim* No prep, only lube--

Harry, shuddering: *rises unsteadily onto his knees behind Draco, shoving his feet as wide as they can go with his trousers trapping his legs close* *mutters a lubrication charm and slickens his cock, aligning himself between Draco's buttocks* *pushes in swiftly, sinking deep past the tight ring of his sphincter and groans* *pauses belatedly* Are--ah!--Are you sure?

Draco, with a choked, breathless laugh: You're asking me that after you push in? Wow-- *sinks onto his forearms, sniggering tipsily into the carpet* *gasps as Harry pulls out half way and shoves back in* Oh! *laughs harder, pressing back until Harry's hips are flush with his arse* *moans softly, spine undulating in a smooth wave*

Harry, chuckling: *abashed* Sorry, baby... I... Oh, Jesus you feel good around my cock.  Do that thing-- *whines as Draco deliberately tightens around him* Yes... Oh, god, yes, that. *starts rocking into Draco with a quick, sharp rhythm, fingers glancing tight on his hips, balls slapping against the underside of his arse* F-f-fuck....

Draco, panting loudly into his arms: *shudders as the pressure against his prostate increases* Merlin, yes-- harder, you can go harder... *whines as Harry starts tracing his puffy rim around his cock* Don't tease, you-- ah! --prat, just let me finish now and you can tease me-- fuck!  --later! *hisses again, nearly biting through his lip as Harry picks up pace with a growl*

Harry, plowing into Draco with forceful snaps of his hips: *groans* Maybe I need some incentive... *reaches around Draco's hip to fondle his tightened balls, tugging at them persistently while his groin bounces against Draco’s arse with every thrust*

Draco, juddering and jerking as he presses first into his hand and then back onto his cock: Earlier-- at the p-party, all I could fucking think of was your-- *hisses again* --your cock inside me... Pansy suggested taking you up to my old room but I-- I was rather into the idea of just slipping out into the gardens with you-- so we'd have to be real-- god, yes! --real quiet while you fuck me open-- *whimpers, thighs shaking as Harry snarls again and skates a hand up his sweaty back* *continuing hoarsely* And then we'd go back in and you'd have to keep your social mask on knowing I'm right there with you dripping down my thighs-- *swivels his hips, tightening around him further* You're terrible at keeping up pretences, you know... *gasps as Harry grabs the hair at the nape of his neck and gently lifts his head* *desperately* You'd never have made it through the evening, being all courteous, trying to think of anything but how you'd pressed me into a hedge and pounded me open until I could barely stand, until I was so incoherent that all I could do was just take it, until I finished so hard I nearly fell over from the force of it-- Fu-- Harry!

Harry, tightening his fist in Draco's hair brutally, yanking his head back: *starts riding him ruthlessly, plunging his cock deep into Draco's arse as he writhes and moans beneath him* *growls* I would have-- I wanted to. Every time I looked at you in those white robes I wanted to fling them up and bend you over the nearest surface... *fucking harder still, whipping and twisting his hips on every deep slide in as Draco starts to keen wordlessly* Wanted to shove my cock in you with your parents three feet away... Able to hear you moan as you came from nothing--but--my--cock-- *panting harshly, tilting his hips down to grind his cock against Draco's prostate* You love it, don’t you, the idea that anyone could see us-- that we could get caught-- that your parents might know exactly what a depraved, satisfied thing you've become-- *chokes, hips jerking when Draco groans, low, and begins scrabbling at the carpet and bucking back against him frantically* I'm going to--Fuck, Draco! *starts coming with a shout, holding himself in place as he floods Draco with a hot wash of spunk and Draco fucks himself backwards on his cock*

Draco, thrashing wildly, mewling as he tugs against Harry's grasp on him, arse clenching around his freshly slickened cock as he falls over the edge: *ruts wantonly as he sprays onto the carpet, egging Harry on with incoherent gurgles, breath catching on every inhale* *slumps forward with a whine when Harry releases him* *groans as Harry collapses onto him, twitching and sighing* God, that was fucking spectacular. Well done, Chosen One.

Harry, gasping: *pats Draco's arse cheek as he rolls off him onto his back* Well done, Chosen One's chosen one. Jesus, baby, you kill me... *strokes a hand up Draco's sweat-slippery back, then down to rub his fingers against his dripping hole* I don’t know how I'll ever get enough of you…

Draco, whining plaintively: At least take me to bed if you don't intend to give me some more time to recover. *bucks up once, bonelessly*

Harry, slipping two slow fingers inside him: *wryly* But you look so beautiful, devastated in the middle of our sitting room... *laughs at Draco's unamused eyebrow raise, even as he pushes back against Harry's hand* Fine... *heaves himself up and leans down, scooping Draco up as well; begins stumbling them toward their room* I could Levitate you but you'd just get mad again. *falls onto the bed with him; immediately begins playing with his arsehole again* *innocently* What?

Draco, hissing and clenching needily around his digits before unceremoniously pushing him away: *rolling into his back as he gasps for air* Merlin, you're relentless-- *groans as Harry promptly rolls back onto him, sucking along his neck and slipping two sneaky fingers back into him* *arching helplessly even as he shuts his thighs and twists away* Fuck, babe, give me a-- *sighs as he's given a few more bites* *grabs him by the hair and roughly drags him into a messy kiss* --give me a few, you randy thing.

Harry, laughs into the kiss and plunders Draco's mouth with his tongue: *huskily* Okay, then... How about we go get in the shower... By the time you're all clean, I can dirty you up again? Draco? *pulls his fingers out and studies Draco carefully* Are you feeling okay?

Draco, grimacing slightly as he lays there limp and panting with his eyes shut: *wipes the back of one hand over his clammy forehead* F-fine... Just-- *opens his eyes and catches Harry's expression more curious than worried* *wry laughter bubbling out* Do you even realise how hard you take me most times? Not that I'm complaining-- *rolls his eyes at the grin he receives* I'm fine, I need a moment to regain blood flow in my legs.

Harry, smile fading after a moment, biting his lip: *softly* No, I know you don't complain... *gets up and walks into the loo, returning with two dampened flannels* Here... This is the fourth time this week you've-- Should I be concerned? *folds one and places it over Draco's forehead; begins tenderly cleaning his cock and between his buttocks with the other* *murmurs at Draco's soft hiss* No, I'm not going to-- ...Just thought.this would be nicer than a charm, for once.... Better?

Draco, sighing deeply, his whole body sagging into the mattress: Yes, much-- *swiping the flannel off his forehead and wiping up the smeared come on his belly* *sighs again as Harry comes back up and pulls him closer with a chaste kiss to the forehead* I'm sorry I've been weird, I don't know what's-- I'm probably just tired or something, who knows-- *yawns loudly into Harry's collar bones* Did you want to go again-- we could mayb--

Harry, chuckling warmly and readjusting them in bed, pulling their blankets up: *holds Draco a bit closer* I always want to go again, have you seen you?  But I prefer an active participant... *chews on the corner of his mouth thoughtfully* You have been a bit-- Off. Feeling too sick to eat breakfast the other day, and you said that the chicken tikka masala a few days ago made your stomach turn. And you were asleep at your desk the other day. Maybe we should get you in to see a Healer. It could be nothing, but every morning and every night you've been feeling sick and-- the flu doesn't just affect muggles, you know?  Hermione says it's actually more dangerous for wizards because-- Draco? *smiles* I'm sorry. Rambling again. Go to sleep, baby, I'll call Mungo's in the morning. Draco, eyes already sliding shut heavily: *hums, halfway asleep already* *shifts in his sleep, several minutes later, stirring as he freshly registers Harry's words* *jerks to complete wakefulness, eyes wide and terrified* *turning to watch Harry dozing* *whispers* ...Harry?

Harry, blinking slowly before letting his eyes drift shut again: *snuggles Draco closer* Mmm'no. Really, it's fine, I'm tired too. Healer will get you fixed up.

Draco, furious whisper: Harry! *lifting up one eyelid to see one bright green eye focus sleepily on him* *baring his teeth* I'm going to kill you.

Harry, startled: *pulling out of his drowse* Wha-- What'd I do? I didn’t turn you down for another go, babe, I'm being-- y'know, thoughtful. If you're feeling better, we can always--

Draco, sitting up all at once: *chest heaving, eyes crazed* When was the last time you actually used a Protective Charm before entering me?!

Harry, dumbly struggling to follow: ..Um.. Never? I tested clean before we got together, and you were a virgin, so I... *rubs at his face* Fuck. I didn’t think it was a problem. I'm so sorry. Do you think they missed something on one of my tests?

Draco, viciously slapping his own forehead: We're wizards, we don't have to worry about those, we do however-- Do you realise-- Fucking hell, Harry, I'm a Pureblood and your magic is really fucking out of control and-- *suddenly lunges forward and punches Harry in the stomach* I WILL CRUSH YOUR TESTICLES IF I'M PREGNANT!

Harry, groaning and clutching his stomach: Fuck's sakes, Malfoy, I-- what? *straightens up, hand still on stomach* What?!  What the fuck? I-- You said that thing, one time--one time, you said it!  And I even asked Hermione, she said potions are needed or something!

Draco, struggling out of bed: *screaming* CRUSH THEM! *runs to the full length mirror, shrugging his torn shirt off on the way* *wandlessly charms the lights on so fiercely that the room is suddenly blindingly bright* *desperately turns this way and that in front of the mirror, lightly patting his flat, taut belly* *mutters feverishly* Kill you, kill you-- Raise this child alone-- don't need a speccy bastard in my life for that-- *turns to Harry gaping at him from the bed* I TOLD YOU THIS MIGHT HAPPEN!

Harry, panicked: Once!  You mentioned it ONCE! BEFORE WE STARTED-- *breaks off, panting* Okay. Okay. *swallows hard* A-are you sure? I mean, is there a wizarding piss test you can take? I'll go out right now and get it... *uncertainly* Hermione was wrong?

Draco, expression terrifyingly dangerous: *slowly* Wizarding piss test? Did you seriously just say those words? *watches Harry move back anxiously* *explodes again* SPONTANEOUS PREGNANCIES ARE ALWAYS A POSSIBILITY, YOU GORMLESS FUCK! ONE WOULD THINK YOU'D BE RESOURCEFUL ENOUGH TO USE A BUNCH OF SPELLS BEFORE YOU FUCK ME BUT NOOOO! *sways closer aggressively* *hisses menacingly into his face* You and your fucking EXTRA MAGICAL SPERM! *straightens up and screams at the ceiling* I CAN'T HAVE A BABY OUT OF WEDLOCK, THE MALFOY NAME WOULD SINK TO THE DEPTHS OF THE FILTHIEST GUTTER IN EXISTENCE AND THIS IS ALL--

Harry, catching Draco's fist as he aims another punch and flinging his hand away: *bursting out, shocked* Stop it! Jesus! *climbs out of bed and paces for a moment* *stops, turning to Draco with a tired, understanding expression* Don't hit me. I don't give a fuck how mad at me you are. You want to duel, we can take it to the gym. You want to fuck your anger out, I'm fine with that too. But I would never hit you, and I expect the same respect. *walks to the window and looks out for a long minute, listening to Draco pant behind him* *quietly* I grew up Muggle. I don't think about things the way that wizard-raised people do. It still feels unbelievable to me that men can even... *sighs, still turned away* I'm so sorry.

Draco, staring at his stiff back for a few seconds: *suddenly sinks onto the edge of the bed, face in his hands, breathing elevated* *muffled feverishly panicked murmur* So stupid... How could I have been so stupid-- Of course you didn't know-- oh my god, we have to do something, we can't possibly--

Harry, turning: *swallows hard against the lump in his throat* *rushes to Draco, kneeling in front of him, stroking his hair and face* No, no.... I should have-- paid attention... I'm so sorry, baby. I know we're not-- *achingly* I should have taken better care of you. We'll elope, okay? I don't want you to worry... And-- and-- *lower* I think it'll be okay, no matter what happens... We haven't talked about it, but I always thought we'd have kids, someday... *slightly lamely* I mean, I thought we'd adopt or use a surrogate or something, but--

Draco, staring at him in silence for a few seconds, pressing into his hand: *haltingly* You...you mean... You'd want to-- *chews on his lip, eyes getting progressively wilder* *blurts out* You mean we're keeping it? Him...her? It?

Harry, hesitating: Well, I mean, if you want to. I thought we'd wait a few years, honestly, so I'd understand if you wanted to have a procedure and do it when we're better prepared, but-- *leans up; kisses Draco softly* *rests their foreheads together* I love you. I can't imagine not loving something that we made together. So I'm on board with whatever you want to do, really. You don't even have to decide now; I mean... *a touch confused* Are we sure? Like, can you just tell now that it's occurred to you?

Draco, quietly: You want to keep it... *when Harry starts to shake his head, opening his mouth to counter* Harry. *lifts both of Harry's hands to his mouth and kissing them softly* You want to keep it...?

Harry, awkwardly: Well-- I mean, it's kind of cool, isn't it? Or, it could be, maybe? Having a family, being dads? I never got to-- With my parents gone... I've told you what it was like for me with the Dursleys. *shrugs, blushing* I'm not opposed, is all. *earnest* But really, whatever you decide is totally--

Draco, tremulous but firm: *desperate* Don't ask me to decide by myself because... Because I don’t know. *grits his teeth in frustration as a single tear rolls down his cheek, grey eyes gleaming through the moisture* I don't fucking know.

Harry, kissing him again: Right, so we are sure, then?

Draco, suddenly confused: I... I don't actually know for s-- *suddenly straightening up* Harry... We literally don't know for sure whether or not I'm... *blows out a long stream of air* We're going to have to pop into St. Mungo's first thing tomorrow. You'll-- *blinks* You'll come with me, right?

Harry, scoffing: *deadpan* Do you really think you could stop me, sweetheart? *at Draco's soft snort; gathers him close and strokes his back gently* Come on. Let's try to get some sleep; we'll go first thing in the morning. *guides Draco back to bed; curls up behind him, holding him* *voice a whisper in Draco's ear* What do you think? Did you plan on it for us? I mean... Is it something you'd like-- someday, even?

Draco, raising one trembling shoulder in a noncommittal shrug: I... I literally hadn't given it more than a fleeting thought... I mean, off late it's just been about you and me and...the wedding, I guess? *after a pause* I'm not against having kids. With you. Especially with you.

Harry, slipping a questing hand over his hip: *pauses, then touches Draco's flat stomach lightly before pulling away* Is it a lot more dangerous for wizards? I mean-- Do you know? I wouldn't want you to be in any danger if we kept her.

Draco, closing a hand over Harry's and lacing their fingers together: ...Her? *turns his head slightly, lips twisted into a crooked little smile* You literally have no way of knowing that it's a her. And why wouldn't you want it to be a him?

Harry, flushing again: *returns the smile* I just... I don't. I don't know why I said that. Kids are cute. I love Teddy but... *sad, far off look in his eye* I don't know. I wasn't the happiest little boy. I guess I'd just want it to be happy and-- *bites lip; attempts another smile* It doesn't matter. *rests his chin on Draco's shoulder* You tired, love?

Draco, turning his head properly, leaning back into him: *seriously* Harry. Our child will always be very happy. There is literally no way they'll go through what either of us did... *kisses his cheek* You are not your aunt or uncle and our children will be spoilt little brats who lack for nothing... *flushes* I mean child. This child. I meant-- *turns back around, sighing with his cheek pressed into the pillow*

Harry, with a swift little smile, hidden quickly: *nuzzles Draco's throat* I know. You didn't mean anything. *nestles Draco into the spoon of him, then shifts away as his cock starts to fatten and Draco wiggles a bit* *softly; reassuring* I'm not trying to-- *wry* It’s just my natural reaction to you. Go to sleep; I'm fine. *drops a gentle kiss against the shell of Draco's ear*

Draco, wiggling a bit more, this time deliberately: *reaches behind to gently cup Harry* Would you? Please...

Harry, sucking in a breath as Draco's hand deftly strokes him to full hardness: You were feeling sick, before... And-- and-- *groans quietly into Draco's hair, unable to stop the arch of his hips into Draco's sensuously curled fist* I don't want to--

Draco, slightly desperate: Please... *craning his neck to nuzzle Harry's jaw* Just want to... I don't know, be with you. Please. *hooks a leg backwards over Harry's hip* I'm... I'm still pretty loose. Just-- *tries to line Harry up, arm twisting awkwardly behind himself* Harry…

Harry, tenderly: *kisses him fiercely* Yes, baby, yes. Me too... *conjures some lube on his fingertips, coats his cock and spreads the rest over Draco's rim, pressing two fingers inside quickly, then removing them* *presses the head of his cock into position and slides inside Draco's channel smoothly, rocking his hips slowly until he's lodged deep* *folds his fingers over Draco's slowly thickening cock and stills* *huskily* Okay?

Draco, breath caught on a gasp, eyes shining wetly before he quickly shuts them: Yes... M-move... *winds an arm back around Harry's neck, emitting little sounds of pleasure as Harry moves at a slow, unhurried pace, each thrust deep and full* *whispers brokenly* I love you... I love you... I'm so sorry I punched you-- *sobs once, pressing back* I'll never hit you again, Harry, I'm so sorry, please don't--

Harry, pressing slow, nipping kisses against Draco's throat: *murmurs, low* Shh-- I know, I know.... I love you so much. Come back to me now, just feel me, think of me in you, Draco, think of me filling you up... *rolls his hips in a gentle back and forth, stroking over Draco's cock, smoothing his foreskin down over the gleaming head, squeezing tighter over the glans, then dragging it back to expose the crown* *moans softly, face buried in Draco's neck* *muffled; wetly* I've never felt anything so good as you…

Draco, nails digging into the nape of Harry's neck: *cries out softly* Oh god, that's-- no, not yet... *winds gentle fingers around Harry’s wrist, stilling his hand on his cock* *plaintive* Not yet, please? Just-- take it slow... God, yes, like that-- *abruptly kisses him again, lips salty with tears* I'll-- I'll not be upset if I'm... If I am. I won't. I'll-- we'll-- *shivers uncontrollably, curling tighter against him*

Harry, gripping Draco's hip to keep him in place: *slides his cock near-out, then back as deep as he can go with excruciating slowness* *reaches between them and rubs at Draco's rim, stretched around his prick, pressing his knee into the mattress for leverage as Draco arches into him with a soft cry* *beginning to breath raggedly* Now, ten years from now, whenever you want. I just want you, Draco... Just need you…

Draco, nodding with another cry: *moves in synch, skin flushed pink and quivering under Harry's touch* Have me... You have me. I'm here. You have me--

Harry, plunging his hips smoothly, rocking in tandem with Draco's thrusts back: *choked* Baby, please... I want to make you feel so good, want to-- *bites down on the cords of Draco's neck*

Draco, writhing vigorously: *starts bucking into Harry's hand* God, yes okay, please, Harry-- Harry, please, Harry, oh f-- *whines under his breath, one hand firmly fisted in Harry's hair as their pace turns frantic*

Harry, hand tightening around Draco's cock again: *jerks it steadily, swiping his thumb over the tip and stroking the ridge of the crown* *gasping* Yes. Baby, yes, you feel-- oh fuck-- *hips begin to stutter* *rushed; desperate* What-- what if you're not-- What's that s-spell--?

Draco, arching off his chest: *keens as he comes, cock throbbing in Harry's grip, arse clenching ruthlessly around Harry's cock* *trembles helplessly, slivers of flickering white visible under shut eyes, mouth gasping open with each pulse of his cock*

Harry, grinding into him hard: Please, babe, please, I'm going to--! *body goes tight at the sensation of Draco's arsehole convulsing around his cock, milking it repetitively* *comes with a harsh cry, hips weakly jerking to get deeper as his fingers release Draco's cock and go grip the thigh slung over his hip bruisingly hard* Fuck, baby, I'm coming, Jesus, oh god yes, oh my god... *sags against Draco, vision blurring, chest heaving*

Draco, breathing loud, deep breaths: *presses a wet kiss to Harry's cheek* *pulls his leg back and drags one of Harry's over himself instead* *settles down with a little sigh, kissing Harry's arm as it winds warmly around his chest* *whispers to himself* Together.

Harry, holding Draco tightly and inhaling the scent his hair, licking the salt of his neck: Yes, together... *regretful* I'm-- I'm sorry for-- I didn't even think about it, until it was too late-- *worries his lower lip between his teeth*

Draco, shaking his head, burrowing into his pillow: We're going to be okay. Either way. *after a moment* ... Right?

Harry, nipping Draco's ear: *sighs with satisfaction and casts a quick cleaning charm over them both* We'll always be okay, love. *feels Draco's breathing become deep and steady* *whispers* Sleep... We'll figure things out in the morning. Together.

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The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Chapter 31

*meekly waves* Hi all!  Thank you for bearing with Harry and Draco as they (with no help at all from @l0vegl0wsinthedark or I, no sir, not at all, we basically just stood by and watched) got into a teeny-tiny little tangle wherein Harry temporarily sorta a little bit died for a sec.

But he’s all fine, and you’re all dears for sticking with us--I mean them--whenever they do something stupid that makes one of them them flatline.

Here’s some sweet smut to make it up to you?  *hugs you all*

(masterlist)

Chapter Thirty-One: The Perks of a Long Convalescence

~Harry's house, two weeks later~ Harry, sighing and pointing his wand at the TV to turn it off: *hears Draco pass by in the hall* Babe? Can you come in here a sec?

Draco, on his way to the study with an armful of work files, quill tucked behind his ear: *pokes his head in* *before Harry can talk* I just finished that Floo call, love. I'll be right in with your soup. Kreacher has your tray laid out. *bustles away, calling out* Did you need something else?

Harry, frowning: *looks down at the bulge of his erection tenting his boxers* Just a bit lonely in here. Maybe I can come eat in the kitchen today.

Draco from the study, slightly muffled: That's really funny, love, you're real cute. *hurries past the bedroom again, rolling up his sleeves as he makes his way to the kitchen* Kreacher? Did you butter the bread like I requested?

Harry, beginning to glower: *loudly* I'm not even hungry! And I'm not an invalid! *mutters* Jesus fucking Christ it's like when we were first dating only now he's Florence Nightingale too.

Draco, elbowing the door open, large tray in his hands: *indicates to the bed tray* *watches as Harry Summons it and grumpily places it across his lap* *places one knee on the bed, carefully lowering the tray of food* *poshly* Bon appetit. And stop sulking. Would you like some wine?

Harry: *sulkily* I'm not sulking. And no. I'd like some company. I've been home for a week and I only see you when you check my bandages and serve me food and come to bed. *sighs heavily, taking an unenthusiastic bite of the soup before shaking his head, putting down the spoon and lifting the tray off himself* *seriously, meeting Draco's eyes* I miss my boyfriend.

Draco, rolling his eyes as he gets in beside him, curling up into his side: *muttering* And I'm the dramatic one…

Harry, relaxing a bit: *fiddles with Draco's hair for a moment* *quietly* I know how worried you've been. But... You know the Healers cleared me for basic activities. I've been trying to alleviate some of your worry you by staying in bed but, Draco... *hesitates* ...It'd be a lot easier if you were in it with me. *takes Draco's hand and presses it over his half-hard cock*

Draco, immediately pulling his hand back: *scrambles out of bed, biting his lip, colour high on his cheeks* *starts digging around aimlessly in his little overnight case, mumbling without looking at Harry* Well, that's completely daft. I am in bed with you every night, aren't I? Have been since you were discharged-- don't know what you're whinging about-- spend all night being crushed half to death by you-- such a bear--

Harry, carding a hand through his hair: *pushes the blankets off and swings his legs over the side of the bed* *catches Draco's wrist and draws him back firmly, against his initial resistance* *forehead creasing* Love... Ron told me what happened after-- After I went under. I know you were scared. I can't even imagine how I'd feel if I'd seen you like that. But this-- you taking off work, and tending to me as though I'm a child, and-- and refusing to let me touch you and not touching me... *pulls Draco even closer, widening his legs until Draco is standing between them* *plaintive, low* I miss you. It's been... Fuck, it's been a month since we--

Draco, cupping Harry's face with both hands as he frowns down at him: *calmly interrupting him* And since then you've had ruptured organs and a severely concussed skull so hate me if you want to, but I will still be adhering to all methods of precaution as advised by--

Harry, leaning up and interrupting him with a slow kiss against his tense mouth: *pulls away* And making up some of your own. The Healers said I'm fine for normal activities. *sets his hands on Draco's hips, sliding his fingers back to feather against his taut arse* *rueful*  You won't even let me make you feel good. What do you think is going to happen if you let me make love to you?

Draco, breathing deeply and sighing: You could...get hurt-- *tries to back away out of Harry's embrace* --exacerbate your injury-- rupture your sutures--

Harry, chuckling: *tightens his hold on Draco* You've tended to them daily, you've seen they're doing fine. *quirks a small smile upward* And I know we've been... Adventurous as of late--well, before I left--but it's not always that way. *meeting Draco's eyes, warm, tender arousal in his expression* I'd like to be inside you. I'd like to have you, slow and easy... Like to feel you come apart around me. *releases Draco's hip with one hand to gently stroke over his cock, which presses against the front of his trousers* *whispers* I think you like the idea, too..

Draco, breath quickening, mouth falling open: Y-you might-- be in pain... *stumbles a little as Harry resettles on the bed, leaning against the headboard, all without letting go of Draco's hand* *falls forward onto his free hand when Harry tugs him, finally crawling over on his knees* *resolutely refusing to get onto his lap* No, I can't-- I won't risk adding any weight to your--

Harry, practically: It's my side, not my lap. Frankly it'd probably be more work if I was on top and... I think I promised you slow and easy... *inhaling sharply when Draco casts a longing look at his groin; reaches down and strokes it through the cotton of his boxers* *simply* Please take off your clothes now.

Draco, with a reluctant little smile as he starts to take his trousers off: *teasing* What, suddenly undressing me is too much work?

Harry, suddenly beaming at him: You're the one that insisted I do little-to-nothing for the last week. *watches, eyes growing heated as Draco undoes his trousers, then unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off gracefully* *huskily*  That pyjama set you've been wearing to bed might has well have been a Disillusionment Charm... Jesus, I've missed seeing you. *swallows hard when Draco rises and stands to slip out of his trousers and pants*

Draco, finally naked, wringing his hands as he simply stands there, cock half-hard and damp: *anxiously* Harry, are you sure this a good idea? Maybe we should talk to the Healer first, I don't kn--

Harry, pushing down his own boxers and dropping them to the side: *calmly* I asked, before we left. When you were getting my things. They said I should do anything I felt physically capable of doing... *exhales noisily, eyes devouring Draco's body* And I-- believe me--feel physically capable of doing you. *Summons the lube from his side table and licks his lips* Come here, now.

Draco, stiff with nervousness as he crawls over: *gingerly straddles Harry's thighs, hands resting lightly on his shoulders* *gasps softly as their cocks slide together for a second* *whines under his breath and leans in to kiss him hungrily*

Harry, groaning into Draco's mouth: God, where have you been?  *slants his lips harder against Draco, sealing their mouths and sliding their tongues together eagerly* *one hand find Draco's cock, completely stiff now and leaking heavily, and begins to stroke it, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the shaft* *pulls out of kiss at Draco's soft cry and mouths carefully at his throat* Do you want me, baby?

Draco, nodding at once, lifting onto his knees in invitation: *hushed* So much-- *falls back into another kiss* *looks around distractedly as he hears the lube being thumbed open* *shivers lightly as Harry presses wet kisses up his neck, gaze fixed on the tube in his hands*

Harry, voice muffled as he kisses and nips over Draco's jaw: Spread your legs a bit more for me, baby. *at Draco's hesitant aquiences; slips slickened hand between Draco’s thighs, still working his cock with lazy pulls with the other; greases up his crevice, finding his hole* *massages the wrinkled, twitching bit of flesh for a moment, prodding it gently* *when Draco jerks* Want me to start with one? *pushes just one fingertip inside him*

Draco, exhaling in a rush: Merlin-- *slides one hand into Harry's hair, pushing down on his finger, biting his lip hard enough to turn it white* *emits a soft choked sound as Harry presses in fully* Oh-- oh god-- *pants softly, eyes wide as they meet Harry's* *sheepishly* It's-- it's been a while--

Harry, the muscles if his neck cording with restraint: I know. *watches his hands work, one smoothly stroking Draco's prick, the other half-hidden under Draco's balls, which rest on his wrist, and the bottom curves of his arse as he carefully fingers him for a minute, taking time to press his fingertip in small outward circles whenever he draws back to Draco's rim* *flicks a glance up to Draco's face, smiling at the melting bliss spreading across it* *slips another finger alongside the first and works it in, just as torturously slow until the knuckles of his hand are seated against Draco's quivering entrance* *softly* Still okay?

Draco, sagging forward with a sigh: More than-- I think-- just go ahead now... *presses hot, open mouthed kisses up his neck, pausing to lick the sensitive nook under his ear* Just-- want you inside me-- I can take it, just do it…

Harry, groaning quietly and tilting his head: *shudders when Draco nips at his ear* Be patient, love. I don't want to hurt you, either, you know... *turns his head to seize Draco's lips in a languorous kiss, sucking on his bottom lip and licking it before delving his tongue into Draco's panting mouth* *spreads his fingers wider inside him on each pump outward slide until his channel is slippery and the muscles are no longer resisting* *presses his thumb over the smooth skin of Draco's perineum rubbing against it with the pad and rotating his wrist on the next pump of his fingers, which skate over Draco's prostate* *hoarsely, sitting up away from the headboard* Scoot up now; put your legs around me.

Draco, trembling already: Are you sure that's-- *at Harry's expression* Okay... okay-- *scoots carefully, winding long legs around Harry's hips* *with a little gasp as Harry's cock slips between his arse cheeks* God, please do it--

Harry, releasing Draco's cock and urging his bottom up with one hand: *grips his arse and opens him, using his other hand to guide his aching cock to Draco's hole* *groans as Draco starts to sink down, the crown of his cock popping in, then being slowly sheathed by Draco's hot, slick channel* *huffs a breath against Draco's chin* Need-- need a second? *groans again, bucking slightly*

Draco, suddenly going stiff, rutting his cock against Harry: *throws his head back and starts to come with a soft cry, nails digging into Harry's shoulder blades, warm breath huffing moistly against his skin, warm ropes of come sliding down over both their bellies* Harry-- Harry, fuck... *opening his eyes, glazed and dark* I-- I'm sorry, I didn't--

Harry, making a gurgling, panicked sound: *hands tighten on Draco's hips* Just-- just hold still a minute. *slowly relaxes, then looks back up to Draco sheepishly* *murmurs* That was so bloody hot I thought I might, too... *bites his lip, nudging his throbbing cock deeper* You.. You want to stop?

Draco: *kisses him deeply in reply* *wraps both arms around his neck, fingers of one hand clenched in the hair at his nape* *starts moving in smooth undulations, gasping into Harry's neck with every brush against his prostate, cock still half hard and dripping with his own release* Want to-- want to see you finish-- make you feel good-- *bites gently along his jaw, sucking at the juncture of his ear* You feel-- *groans, clenching around the shaft on a downward grind* So good, Harry, fuck, I missed you-- *cups his face, drawing their brows together, eyes suddenly moist* --came so close to losing you-- *brokenly* ...Almost lost you--

Harry, sliding his arms up to wind around Draco's waist: *flexes his arse in smooth, slow pumps into Draco's passage and moans quietly* L-love you so much. Never knew I could have so goddamned much to live for; you'll never lose me. I'll always come back to you-- *huffs out unsteady breaths, watching Draco's eyes flutter* *leans back against the headboard a bit and crooks his knees, planting his feet to gain traction as he pumps his cock in and out of Draco* *begins to tremble* You feel so good, so tight around me, god, I thought I'd never get to touch you again, thought I'd never get to-- *tugs Draco tighter, feeling his cock jerk and swell back to readiness between them*

Draco, growling: Don't fucking say that! Merlin, you're a-- *leans back all the way until he's resting against Harry's thighs* --you're a... *mewls as Harry unexpectedly reaches for a stiff pink nipple, twisting it gently, tickling with the tip of his finger* *sighs blissfully* Love you…

Harry, hunching forward to catch that tantalizing nipple in his mouth: *nips and sucks on it lightly as Draco's hips bounce to take him deeper* *fumbles between them; grips Draco's cock and squeezes it, twisting his fist and pressing his thumb against the underside of his flushed glans* *pulls his mouth away; breathlessly* Ride me, baby. Talk to me. I don't care what you say, just wanna hear your voice, need to hear your voice, missed your voice like this....

Draco, mussed and shiny with sweat: *breath ragged and strained* Missed-- missed you too-- stretching me out, kissing me like this-- oh!-- touching me-- *arches off his thighs, crying out* Harry, yes, oh god--

Harry, voice gone down to a coarse whimper: Yes, missed touching you, your gorgeous body, being inside it, watching you-- watching you come, making you come-- *gasps; suddenly yanks Draco back up to press flush with him, moaning as he pushes deeper* I'm going to-- I can't-- I want you to, please, can you again-- *frantically jerking at Draco's cock, hand trapped tight between their sweat-slickened bellies* *grinds his hips upward* *brokenly* Please, come on me, do it, please, oh, god-- *cock pulses, balls drawn close and flooding with pleasure as he starts to climax, spilling into Draco with long spurts of come*

Draco, bouncing in erratic, frantic jerks: *mindless babbling* Yes, yes, I'm going to-- I'm going finish, Harry, so close-- *gasps hoarsely, spine bowing* *desperately* Don't stop, please don't stop! *clings ruthlessly around Harry, squeezing under the head with his sphincter*

Harry, fucking upward through his orgasm: *shuddering and growling* Yes! I'm coming, yes --fuck!-- so good-- *cries out as Draco's cock spasms in his hand, his arse convulsing hard as he shoots long ribbons of silky white over Harry's fist and against his stomach* Yes, yes, yes, yes-- *arches his hips one last time holding himself still for a long moment, then falls bonelessly back against the headboard, gulping in painful lungfuls of air*

Draco, limp and sated: *pants roughly, barely audible from exhaustion* Are you alright? I-- I'll get off, you lie down-- *straightens up and makes to drag himself off Harry* Lie down, love--

Harry, clutching him closer: No, no. Stay. Please. I-- *buries his face in Draco's throat with a muffled sob as he starts to cry* *kisses every bit of skin he can reach without moving* *voice shaky and wet* I'm sorry, I'm sorry I did that to you-- Don't ever pull away from me again, don't ever take yourself out of my reach, I- I need you.  Draco, I need you so much. *clings to him, hot tears seeping out from under his lashes* *muffled* I love you so much..

Draco, horrified: What are you-- *grabs him roughly by the hair* Why are you crying? Harry-- *kisses him hard, whimpering roughly* *fervently kisses away his tears, his own eyes burning with moisture* Stop it, stop it. I'm serious. I don't even want to think about what happened, I can't even imagine what I'd have done if-- *shakes his head, clutching Harry's face with warm hands* *combs his hair off his face, wiping away the sweat and tears gently, brushing impatiently at his own tears* Don't now, stop crying. I love you too...very much. *teasingly* So much in fact, that I made a complete fool of myself before Weasley and he likely will preserve that memory in a Pensieve forever. *scowls* And all because of you. *wipes away a fresh tear that rolls down Harry's cheek* I almost lost you but you stayed and that's a good thing because otherwise I'd have fucking killed you. And then broken the fuck up with you. *presses close* Just-- Don't fucking do that again, Harry, I'm serious--

Harry, calming slowly under Draco's voice and hands: *shivers and presses a fervent kiss to Draco's mouth, licking deep* *carefully scoots down when Draco pulls away and smiles down at him, grasping Draco's arse to stay inside him as he rolls them to their sides* *swallows hard, avoiding Draco's eyes* I'll be more careful, I promise I will. I've never had to-- to think about what would happen to someone else if something happened to me. But I'm-- I'm afraid you'll leave if I tell you that-- *breaks off, then takes a deep breath* A lot of Auror's spou-- partners don't stay. It's scary and stressful being-- being with someone who does what I do. Even when they think they’ll be able to handle it. *eyes steady on Draco's collarbone, body going subtly tense as Draco shifts against him*

Draco, fearful, but deceptively calm: *carefully* I'm...I’m not going anywhere. *nudging Harry's chin up with his nose so their gazes meet* *firmer* I'm not going anywhere.

Harry, nodding soberly: *kisses Draco sweetly, lingeringly* *starts to roll them so he's on top* *winces, pausing with a sharp inhale* *regretfully breaking the kiss* *rueful* I'm, uhm. I was joking before, but I think you may need to do the work for the next couple of days. *attempts a reassuring smile* If you still want to, after I tell you that I think you might need to check my bandages....

Draco, baring his teeth on a chilling glare: *icily* Get. The fuck. Off me. *when Harry doesn't obey at once* Now, Potter. *scrambles up as Harry rolls onto his back with a groan, Summoning the little medical kit he'd put together over the week* *anxiously* Well, at least you're not bleeding through your bandages or anything-- *works with quiet efficiency, cutting the bandages off with a quick Diffindo, wiping up the Healed wound with the disinfectant potion and dabbing some more sweet smelling salve onto it* *briskly* Another few days, and you won't need bandages at all-- *glances up at Harry's achingly tender expression* *smiles* What?

Harry, eyes soft: You’re just-- amazing. And you are, aren't you? Still going to stay. No matter what happens. *shakes his head in happy disbelief as Draco's mouth curls up a little more and he bites down on it, trying to look stern* *lifts up his arm to allow for better access as Draco begins applying the new bandages, sealing them tight to Harry's skin with a muttered charm* *mildly, when Draco stays quiet* If it helps, it only hurt when I tried to roll on top of you.

Draco, rolling his eyes, expression incredulous as if in disbelief of Harry's stupidity: No. No, it doesn't help. *scowls when Harry grins, packing away the kit, spelling them both clean, and then promptly lying back down, pressing carefully into him and nuzzling his shoulder* Not "no matter what happens". *deadpan* If you die, I'll break up with you and go have sex with some other really hot guy with green eyes and black hair, and you can watch from hell as he fucks me and rue the day you decided to become an Auror. *smugly* I have a plan B, Potter.

Harry, scowling: Keep talking like that; see what happens when I get my full strength back. *smirks when Draco can't repress a shiver* *smugly* I already have ideas. In the meantime, I'll be glad not to be wanking-- self pleasuring-- three times a day anymore again. *pauses; a touch anxiously* I'm, er, not going to have to, right?

Draco, thoughtfully: Thrice? *eyes gleaming with mischief* I thought you only did it every morning after I got out of bed and left you alone with your morning erection-- *bursts out laughing at Harry's expression* *through his laughter* Is that really all you could think of to pass the time? I could've got you a few books or someth-- *thrashes away as Harry starts to tickle him*

Harry, growl-laughing: You knew, you bastard? *wiggling his fingers against Draco's ribs, then subsides, hugging him close* *rests his chin on Draco's shoulder* *mumbling petulantly* You could have offered to help, you know. And once it was five; that day you couldn't get out of a meeting at Gringotts and wore that three-piece suit under your robes? *huffs a little at the amusement in Draco's eyes*  And I read plenty. But it's hard to focus when you've got a boyfriend who looks like a model sauntering around and barely kissing your cheek. *grumbles inaudibly, on the edge of a pout*

Draco, deliberately smacking a loud kiss to his cheek: *continues laughing as he strokes his hand through his hair and cradles his head, proceeding to kiss his face in sweet little pecks* *softly* We just saw what happens when you strain too much. If sentencing you to a week of self pleasuring was a way to ensure your side didn't split open, I'd say it was a small price to pay.

Harry, outraged: You could have self-pleasured for me! *grins at Draco's snicker* *grudgingly* Alright, so I might've wanted more... *eyes twinkling* Just out of curiosity, how often did you? Just in the mornings?

Draco, sheepishly: *stroking a flat palm over Harry's chest* I've barely had time to do anything but fret about my completely irresponsible boyfriend for the past two weeks-- *blushes* I may have indulged a couple of times but that was only because it...it wouldn't go away and I was late to get to the hospital. *scowls at Harry in an accusatorial manner*

Harry, smiling slowly: No wonder you finished twice. And here I thought it was because I was so damned irresistible. *cracks a laugh at Draco's glare* *raises an eyebrow* Well, then... Am I correct in guessing that you're still going to-- moderate our physical activity for the next few days? Because, in the meantime... *looks at Draco speculatively; frowns and shakes head* *lightly* Never mind..

Draco, immediately curious: In the meantime, what? What?

Harry, scooting back up on the bed with a glum sigh: No, no, nothing. You're still pretty-- *hesitates, sliding his eyes over Draco's naked body, then away* It was a stupid idea.

Draco, irritated: *reaches out to twist a nipple until Harry yelps* Tell me.

Harry shrugging: *overly casual* It's just that I know how modest you still are. You’ve only done it once for me, and you only tend to get, well, distracted enough to let go while we're-- *frowns* *gives his twitching cock a couple of slow tugs until it starts to thicken, watching how Draco's eyes zero in on it* I don’t know about you, but even with the-- self pleasuring, I feel a bit like a dehydrated camel. So if you were only going to let us make love once a day or so until I'm fully cleared I figured... Well, we could watch each other whenever the need arose. That'd it be fun. *squeezes the stiffening cock, then releases it* *regretfully* But look at you, you're already blushing at the idea. It's fine, like I said, it was stupid…

Draco, watching Harry's hand fixedly, swallowing as it pumps over his cock: Y-you want to watch me-- want us to watch each other-- *licks his lips* *gently pushes Harry flat onto his back* *shifts to straddle his calves* *tugs Harry's hand away and curls his own hand around his thickness* *stroking upwards on a slow, indulgent slide* It would...arouse you to watch me...?

Harry, huffing a strained, aroused laugh: Everything you do arouses me, yes. But... Yeah. *almost shyly* You only ever let me see when we're close, or touching, or... Or I'm inside you. *biting his lip and flushing, gaze lingering on Draco's long-fingered hand gliding his foreskin back*

Draco, abruptly releasing his cock: Yes, well-- *snidely* --you're inside me a lot, and I've never seen you complain about that so-- *hunches over his cock, wrapping one hand tightly around the base; murmurs a cleansing charm* *blows hotly over the glans and hums in satisfaction as Harry moans and a dribble of pre-come oozes out* God, you're really-- *closes his mouth around him and takes him halfway down without finishing his sentence* *jerks back as Harry cries out and thrashes, but quickly dips back down, holding him firmly by the hips* *sucks off noisily, humming on a moan* Fuck, I don't do this to you nearly as often enough as I'd like to-- *prods the stiff tip of his tongue into the slit, thumbing it further open and sucking out another little ooze of slick* *moans softly again as he licks over the flushed spongy head, lips closing right under the glans and tightening*

Harry, stifled: Oh fucking hell! *arches his hips, the tip of his cock sliding off Draco's tongue* *whines* Draco... Please....

Draco, slurping off his cock and straightening up, resettling on his legs: Okay, Harry-- *takes himself in hand* *fucks into his fist, hips snapping, gleaming red head of his cock slipping through his fist and peeking out with every other thrust* *shivers, hair falling into his eyes as he bites his lips and gazes down at Harry through lust blown eyes* Harry... *watches as Harry desperately reaches for his own cock, eyes wide and pleading as he watches Draco* *reaches out his free hand to wrap gently around Harry's wrist and tugging him off* *with a little smile, panting* A little patience-- all in good time… *speeds up his hand, pumping in dizzyingly swift strokes*

Harry, wriggling his legs restlessly under Draco's undulating hips: *glances helplessly at his bobbing cock, then back to Draco, steadily pumping at his own* But-- We could-- *bites his lip on a gusting exhale, then nods rigidly, fisting his hands in the duvet, eyes locked on Draco's hand, his leaking prick* That's-- That looks-- *a bit pleadingly* Draco…

Draco, eyes fluttering shut, tossing his head from side to side: *tremulous* Harry! *squeezing at his balls with his free hand* Like this...? Does this-- do you like it when I-- oh f-- when I do this to... myself? *twisting his hand over the shaft on every upstroke, crying out as he teases the slit, thrusts losing rhythm* I think I-- like it when you...watch me-- *thighs trembling as he lurches up* I'm--! *mouth falling open on a silent scream as he starts to come, gleaming white ropes hitting Harry's groin and belly*

Harry, crying out as the warm splash of Draco's semen stripes his skin: Oh fuck! *shakily, but deadly serious* I am putting that in my fucking Pensieve, sweetheart. *hand loosens in the bedspread as Draco's breath starts to slow* Can I-- now?  Did you want to watch--?

Draco, bending forward with a wheezing gasp: *knocks Harry's hand away* *swallows him down once more, bobbing his head furiously, lips slick with spit and pre-come* *sucks off, lips dark* Would you rather tough yourself or have me do this? *bends back down, eyes shining at Harry's plaintive cry and wild upward buck* *slurps noisily around his cock, shamelessly moaning right along with Harry, one hand pumping along the length he can't take in, the other inching lower to tug at his balls* *licks along the ridge under the glans, hand weighing each ball turn by turn, rolling them along on his palm* *whimpers as Harry grabs a fistful of his hair and fucks up into him, letting his mouth be fucked roughly as he inches his other hand lower, fingertips dancing around in his crease, finally stroking the pad of his forefinger gently over the wrinkled skin of his hole* *massages gently as Harry instantly comes with a shout, swallowing burst after burst of warm semen, breathing in sharply through his nose, gulping desperately as come starts to leak out down his chin*

Harry, gasping hoarsely and jerking with shock as Draco's finger gently strokes his rim, cock pulsing rapidly in Draco's mouth, Draco’s throat contracting around the head: *hisses* Fuck, yes, swallow, Jesus, Draco, fuck! *squeezes his eyes shut, tears leaking out of the corners as his body shudders with the force of his climax* *chest heaving as Draco draws off and looks at him shyly, wiping his chin* *bewildered and flushed with pleasure as Draco snuggles into his side* I didn't think-- I don't usually-- Only a few times, but I didn't really enjoy-- *bites his lip, still stunned* I liked that, though.  Is that... Is that something you've been wanting to try? The other way? We can, if--

Draco, with a startled laugh: Merlin, no. I don't think I'm generous enough-- *grins at Harry's exasperated, fond expression* I just wondered if it would... *shrugs, grin widening* If I'd get a reaction. *laughs* And what a reaction it was, I think my throat is bruised.

Harry: *wry* I couldn't have guessed, either. I like... *licks his lips* I like being inside you. But if you change your mind-- I mean, I trust you. I know you've never tried before. *snorts at Draco's pout* Relax, I'm just offering. Grudgingly, because I love you. I don’t feel particularly generous either. *nuzzles Draco's temple* That was good, though. I forget how sensitive we all are, even if I prefer.... *catches Draco's mouth in a slow kiss, then grins* I liked watching you, you fucking tease.

Draco, pleased: Glad to have been of service, you big cry baby. *burrows into his uninjured side, yawning lightly* Alright so you need to eat your soup or you can't take your potion. *shows no actual sign of getting up*

Harry, rolling his eyes: *stretches to grab his wand, then carefully levitates the bed tray* *stops, looking at it in dismay*  Um, babe, the bowl is empty. *indicates the mess of soup all over the tray* *grins and Vanishes it* We probably should.have moved it off the bed before slow and easy. Besides, that's a pain potion. I’m feeling surprisingly euphoric right now. *yawns* And a bit sleepy. Can't we just rest a bit?

Draco: *snores softly into his chest, already completely out*

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Engaged - Quick Reminder

There will be two chapters posted this week, instead of three - on Saturday and Sunday respectively. 

P.S. Don’t be mad, @bixgirl1 ​ and I swear it’s leading up to good things!

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The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 27

So it seems like every dinner Harry and Draco have is bound to contain two elements: much awkwardness, and sex afterward. lolol.  We gave you the awkwardness last week--in the brilliant form of Ron’s rambling mouth--so we thought we’d give you the sweetly-comforting smut now. 

Ahem. Did I say “sweetly-comforting?” I meant "Draco’s-fucking-pissed-and-finds-an-interesting-way-to-make-his-point,” smut.

So yeah. @l0vegl0wsinthedark give you chapter 27, in which not much happens--but they’re both incredibly pleased with the results. ;)

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Chapter 27: Never Push A Slytherin

~Harrys house, later the same night~

Harry, stripping off his jumper in his bedroom as Draco comes out of the en suite, damp, with a towel around his waist: *hesitantly* So. Um. Tonight went really well. Molly and Arthur really liked you, and Arthur had that laptop broken in about five minutes flat, so... *off Draco's icy silence* And I told you there wouldn't be a problem if Ginny showed up, or with Hermione. *bites lip, watching as Draco stands before the mirror and charms his hair dry, mouth pressed into a tight line* *plaintive* Alright, I get it. You're mad. You haven't said a bloody word to me since we left Ron and Hermione's. *sighs, coming up behind Draco to slide his hands over his hipbones and squeeze* *nuzzles his taut shoulder* I feel like you're making the whole thing out to be worse than it was. They were fine with it; Ron's just tactless sometimes.

Draco, pulling out of his embrace and walking away: *yanks open Harry's wardrobe and tugs out a faded yellow t-shirt* *pulls it on, tugging off the towel and sending it floating back into the bathroom* *drags back the covers and gets in wordlessly, turning away from Harry and pointedly flicking his wand to turn the lights off*

Harry, blinking in the sudden darkness: So you're not going to talk to me at all? *sighs heavily and wiggles out of his trousers* *climbs into bed; lays in brooding silence for a few moments* *smiles to himself and rolls onto his side, inching his fingertips up Draco's thigh* I bet I could change your mind....

Draco, grabbing his hand and throwing it off him as he sits up with an enraged hiss: Do not touch me! *kicks the covers off violently and kneels there, glaring murderously at Harry in the darkness*

Harry, abruptly fed up: *snaps* Because you'll actually go that long without letting me. *rakes an uneasy hand through his hair* Look. I'm sorry I got a bit detailed; I get that you're embarrassed that I described how your arse felt or whatever. Only it wasn't locker room talk; I needed some advice. But it was months ago, Draco.

Draco, shaking with fury: Oh, because that makes it perfectly fucking okay to-- *jumps out of bed, utterly menacing despite being half naked* *voice rises* You actually think this is no big deal, don't you?! You genuinely are under the impression that it doesn't matter at all that you humiliated me to your friends - probably laughed at me--

Harry, drawing back: *appalled* I didn't! Jesus, Draco, we didn't! Babe, no one laughed at you--except Ron, but that was all tonight, it's how we tease each other; he just didn't know it would be something that upset you. *climbs out of bed and cautiously pulls a stiff, resistant Draco into his arms* *kisses his unresponsive mouth; deeper when his lips move grudgingly* *pulls back* I mean it. There was no laughing. I- I'm really sorry... *slides the hands down from his waist to stroke the curve of his arse*

Draco, cold but not pulling away: *murmuring* Yes, I'm sure you are... * remains impassive when Harry smiles but kisses him back this time, biting a little too sharply at his mouth* *pulling back sharply, jaw clenched* *plants a hand on Harry's chest and shoves hard, ignoring Harry's yelp of shock as he lands on the bed but scrambles back onto his knees* *softly, dangerously* On your back. *when Harry opens his mouth to respond* Keep that mouth shut and lie on your back. Now.

Harry, confused, struggling up onto his elbows: *studies Draco silently for a moment, then lays flat, chewing his lip* Draco, what--

Draco, raising an eyebrow indicating that he shut up: *slowly crawls over him until he's straddling his hips* *still speaking in a dangerously calm tone* I don't know what the hell I was thinking...letting you believe you can get away with absolutely anything…

Harry, blinking up at him wordlessly: *opens his mouth to speak, then promptly closes it, swallowing hard* *brings his hands up to Draco's hips and automatically bumping his own up*

Draco: *guiding Harry's hands with surprising gentleness above his head on the pillow* This is where your hands remain until I say otherwise. *cocks his head challengingly when Harry scoffs with a little smile* *waits until the smile is gone and the nervousness creeps in* *straightens up, drags the t-shirt off, and reaches for Harry's cock, half hard and nestled against his thigh* Did you tell them about this? About me touching you here?

Harry, raising an eyebrow: *smirking* Am I allowed to answer? *rolls his hips again*

Draco, unsmiling: For the time being.

Harry, brows drawing down: I- I- *swallows* This was before you had touched me the first time.

Draco, squeezing gently as Harry hardens completely: Hmm... So you told them about my arse. And how you touch it... *picks up his wand, smirking at Harry's nervous flinch, and conjures some lube onto his palm* What else did you tell them? *unceremoniously wraps his hand with the lube around Harry's shaft, ignoring the shiver that he induces with the cold lube*

Harry, wincing at the chill but unable to prevent himself from arching into the touch: *gasps quietly* I-- yes. I said it was p-perfect. *gulps as Draco strokes him briskly* And that--oh, fuck, yes!-- that yeah, you let me touch it and... *shifts restlessly* That you'd sit in my lap.

Draco, rising onto his knees, expression hard: And what did your precious friends have to say about that? *maintains eye contact as he deliberately reaches behind himself* They think I'm a randy whore? *suddenly breaks off, lashes fluttering as his mouth falls open* *soft, slick noises sounding as he starts opening himself up* *ignores Harry's groan of want and adds another finger, biting his lip and shutting his eyes for a quick moment*

Harry, pupils blown wide: *voice tight* I'd fucking kill anyone who thought that about you. I just told them that you were a virgin; that’s why I needed to talk... *huskily* I've never seen you do that before... *pulls hands down, reaching for Draco's cock eagerly* Let me--

Draco, catching his hand around the wrist with his free hand, grip painfully tight: *softly* Where did I say I want your hands? *waits until both of Harry's hands are above his head* *rocks his hips back onto his fingers* *flatly* You told them I was a virgin-- *hisses as he pulls his fingers free* *grabs Harry's cock again, lining it up against his stretched hole* Why doesn't that surprise me? *lets the tip brush his rim teasingly*

Harry, making a small, choking sound: Y-yes. I didn't know, I wasn't thinking-- I didn't know it was a-- a secret... *clenches his arse and pushes, feeling the slick head of his cock press against Draco's rim* *voice cracking hard* Draco-- let me inside you, put-- put my manhood inside you.

Draco, with a small smile: *tuts softly* Always so impatient-- *bears down so the head slips in* *immediately lifts his arse so it pops back out, eyes gleaming at Harry's cry of frustration* *voice slightly tremulous now* And what'd they have to say about it?

Harry, face twisting: *snarls* Just-- just fucking take my cock, Malfoy, fuck, do I need to spank you? *whines as Draco drops down again and rubs against his cock*

Draco, with a breathy laugh: Do you really feel like you're in any position to be demanding things right now? *places his fluttering hole over the tip once more* *harshly* I bet you wished during all those months that I'd just "take your cock", hmm? *suddenly shifts downward grunting as he's breached once more, panting as Harry moans happily, taking him all the way down to the root in an infuriatingly slow slide* *plants hands on either side of his chest and rises back up, thighs quivering with the effort* *huffs amusedly as Harry pops free again, remaining calm as Harry thrashes beneath him* *coolly* Frustrated much?

Harry, body beginning to shake: *burst out unevenly* Yes! Yes, I wanted you to take my cock, of course I did! Fuck, please, I-- Just please let me inside you, j-just for a minute, I need- *futility arches up again cock slipping between Draco's clenched, slickened arse cheeks* *gasps in relief and starts pumping erratically* Yes... Okay, yes, Draco..

Draco, pinning Harry's hips into the bed with a snarl: So you could've told me about it, not those two! *grips Harry's cock tightly* *sinks onto it all at once* *riding him vigorously, panting and speaking loudly above Harry's cries* Did you want to fuck them? No. Then why talk to them, you fucking--

Harry, hissing: *levers his feet into the mattress and bucks up with a cry of startled pleasure as Draco fucks himself on his aching cock* *stuttering* No, no. Only you, just you, always you-- Scared I would-- would scare you away wanted to-- wanted to fucking keep you, Draco yes! Fuck! *eyes hungry on Draco's stiff cock, which slaps against his stomach on every bounce, leaving a streak of moisture* *reaches for it, circles it with a quick, greedy hand*

Draco, stopping immediately: *stares at Harry, gaze burning* *tugs his hand away from his cock* *rises completely off Harry's cock again, baring his teeth in a furious glare when Harry snarls and thrashes* *reaches for his wand, pins Harry's hand to the headboard and charms ropes to tie it in place* *snapping out a snarl of his own at Harry's protest, immediately restraining his other hand as well* *sits back once more and simply stares, jaw working furiously, not daunted in the least by Harry's livid expression* *slowly turns around, facing Harry's feet, fingers circling his cock again and lining it up with his now dripping hole* *glancing over his shoulder* This is what you've wanted for more than seven months now, right? *sits on Harry’s cock, his gulping channel taking him in fully in one slick slide and simply staying there, clenching lightly instead of riding him*

Harry, wrists twisting against the tight, silken ropes: *swallowing hard, trying not to move* *coarsely* Yes, what I wanted, want you to take my cock however you want, want you to fuck yourself on me whenever you want, I'm sorry, I won't--I won't ever--again. *desperately* I could--I could touch you, pleasure you, please, I'll suck you, I'll-- *voice a broken roar* --PLEASE GODDAMN IT, WHAT DO YOU WANT!?

Draco, gasping for air as he finally starts to move: I want you to hold off-- don't fucking finish until I say you can-- *cranes his neck to meet Harry's eye* Are you watching, Harry? Are you watching my hole take you? The way it's being split open by your cock? Watch it. Watch the way I'm fucking myself on your prick. Watch it, you fucker-- *voice rising shrilly* think you can-- push me around-- just because I love it when you have your way with me-- fucking think you can-- you can go around humiliating me in front of-- oh fuck yes! *grabs his cock and strokes himself furiously, barely just a few times before he's spilling all over his own hand and Harry's thigh*

Harry, writhing, whole body trembling when Draco begins to talk: *chest heaving as he watches Draco's spread arse descend and rise over his swollen prick, Draco's hole expanding around it as he bounces ruthlessly, seeking his own pleasure* *mindlessly* Yes, I can see, yes, you're taking me oh my god, oh my god I'm watching, fuck yes. *rams his hips up, pounding into Draco's dripping, swollen hole as Draco starts to come* Yes, take me god, make me come, I'll never humiliate-- fuck don't stop, don't-- don't, Draco! *arches helplessly with a painful sob when Draco pulls off him,leaving his cock bobbing in the air, glistening and nearly purple at the tip, his balls drawn up against his body* Please, just--I need-- please!

Draco, completely out of breath and trembling with exhaustion as he turns back around: *straddling his thighs* The next time I find out you've been talking about me-- about what we get up to in the privacy of our homes--

Harry, desperately shaking his head, trembling, eyes wide: *frantic* No, no, won't ever, not a word, never unless you want me to, jesus, please, touch me--let me go so I can touch myself, need to come, fuck, please oh god, I'm begging you!

Draco, wrapping trembling fingers around his length: *soothingly* I've got you... *starts a steady, fast rhythm, wanking him with a tight fist, grip firm as he twists his wrist on every other stroke* *reaches for his wand with his free hand* *releases harry just as he teases the slit, pressing his thumb into the pulsing vein underneath on the same stroke* Come on, love-- *starts to tug at his balls just as Harry screams and reaches for him* That’s it, come for me--

Harry, heaving himself up into a sit, widening his thighs, sweating and shaking as he starts to come and his vision blurs: *grabs onto Draco's waist and thigh in a rough grip to stabilize himself as he spills over Draco's tight, furiously moving fist and his own balls and thighs* *groans; breathes* I think I'm going to fucking pass out. *falls back against the mattress, twitching hard as Draco wrings the last few, weak ribbons of fluid from his throbbing cock*

Draco, collapsing onto him with a tired groan: *whimpers softly* *strokes hand over Harry's shoulders* *barely audible murmur* Are-- are you alright?

Harry, heart still thudding loudly: I'm going to spank you so fucking hard for that, you won't be able to sit down for a week. *cracks one eye open and looks at Draco* What the fuck was that? *pauses* I liked it, it was new-- but... Jesus. I didn't know you could-- *inhales slowly, attempting to steady his breath*

Draco, unmoving as he melts into Harry: Spank me, yes... *mumbles* I don't know how you do it, that was exhausting and I'm never moving again. *stirs weakly as Harry wraps him tightly to himself* I'm sorry if I-- I was...angry.

Harry, with a reluctant smile: If you ever need to get angry with me again, I'm okay with you expressing it that way. I mean-- you're definitely getting... *lower, with a crooked smile*  But, Draco-- *sighs, tugging Draco closer and kissing him slowly* I would never deliberately hurt or embarrass you. Do you remember before you'd even... Before we'd even touched, before our first fight, when I was trying so hard not to run you off with my, um, physical desires? *at Draco's weak nod; thoughtfully* I lost it one night. I wanted you so badly, all the time, and I blurted out the mess in my head. I said you were gorgeous and I wanted you and I was afraid to scare you, and maybe I got a little graphic, telling them how I was... self-pleasuring twenty times a day, and how you had a perfect body, but... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.

Draco, blinking at him for a few seconds: *burrows his face into his neck, nodding* I know you didn't... *after a pause, with a snort* You're an insatiable beast.

Harry, rolling his eyes: Says the man who just finished tying me up and fucking himself on me after demanding I don't participate... *skates a warm hand down Draco's side* *slips two fingers into his puffy, oversensitive arsehole* *begins to finger him gently, sliding them in and out at a fractional pace as Draco whines a bit and twitches* *hushed, tender* I liked it. You knew exactly what would drive me the most crazy-- the way I got to watch, the words you used... But I know what drives you crazy too. *fucks his fingers a bit deeper into Draco's passage*

Draco, hips lifting, hole closing snugly around Harry's knuckles: *moaning weakly* Merlin, what are you-- *swivels his hips in broken circles* God, that's brilliant. That's-- that's-- *jerks as Harry adds another finger* *keens, shuddering bodily, clinging tightly to Harry* Fuck, Harry…

Harry, quietly: Shhh... Can you, again? I don't think I can but I'd like to make you come apart this time... *rotates his wrist, sliding his fingers near-out before plunging them deeply*

Draco, crying out: That-- that seems a bit unfair, d-don't you think? *bucks back more firmly* ...M-more--

Harry, rolling onto his side to get a better angle: *works his fingers deeper, in and out in a tantalizing thrust for a few, quiet minutes but for the sounds of their breathing* *finds Draco's blooming erection with his free hand and circles it tightly into his fist* *softly, voice trembling* You just did it to me... Made me feel good, took me to pieces... Don’t you like this? *presses his fingers against Draco's prostate and drags them as his prick jerks to full arousal*

Draco, twisting around continuously, spine stiff: Please-- Please! *lands awkwardly half on his back* *fucks into Harry's fist* *dazed whispering* I love it-- I love it, you know I love it-- I love everything you do to me-- *arches, screaming as Harry pushes at his prostate again* Fuck! Oh god, I don't know if I-- oh god--

Harry, certainty in his tone: You can, Draco. *lowers voice* I want you to, want you to finish all over my hand, want to feel your arse clench so nicely around my fingers. Come on, baby.... I know you're getting close... *determinedly alternates rubbing at Draco's prostate and shoving his fingers deeper, stroking his now-leaking prick faster* *murmurs* Come for me, baby... Come on, you can do it…

Draco, thrashing through his screams: Fuck fuck fuck, I can't-- oh god I think I'm-- *goes still, hoarse moan going on and on as he starts to spurt over Harry's hand, streaming over his knuckles, arse spasming around his fingers* *scrabbles blindly to hold on to Harry* I-- HARRY!

Harry, murmuring approvingly: Yes, good; god, you're so gorgeous when you do that... *rubs the pad of his thumb over Draco's glans as he continues to milk his cock* *presses a deep, soothing kiss to his mouth, muffling his cries*

Draco, going limp against him: *wheezes desperately for air as Harry pulls him closer, twitching lightly every few seconds* *whimpers as Harry presses sweet, chaste little kisses over his face* *bleary* Am I alive?

Harry: *chuckling* You look about how I feel, love. Want a clean up? *at Draco's exhausted nod, casts a gentle Scourgify over them both* *whispers near his ear* I love you. Sleep now; you'll need it. I'm going to have you first thing in the morning.

Draco: *mumbles something indecipherable of which only the word "beast" stands out*

Harry, kissing his forehead: *whispers wryly* Apparently I'm not the only one...

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The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 29

So sorry about the angsty fighting from last chapter!  Relationship growing pains, you know what it’s like.  Or, you do now, if you’ve been following along! Anyway, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I thought you guys might deserve a reprieve, so we got Draco together with his Slytherin friends for some lighthearted drinking and inappropriate conversation.  (psst!  spoiler alert! ...Draco’s a lil bit of a hypocrite!  lol.  You’ll see what I mean.)

So we hope you enjoy this break from the angst, and also Blaise, who makes his first appearance. (But, really, who doesn’t enjoy Blaise?!)

If you’d like to catch up or maybe read the whole thing over, you can find our masterlist: Here

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Trading Secrets, And Other Revelations

~Two weeks after Harry left; at the Silver Dragon, Friday evening~

Draco, throwing back half a tumbler of whiskey and biting around it as he swallows: *hoarse* Damn, but that burns. *pauses, staring into his empty glass* I need another.

Pansy, raising her eyebrows even as Blaise signals the bartender: *lightly* When you asked us out for drinks, love, I'd no idea you'd be determined to get sozzled so quickly.

Blaise, smirking: Shut up, Pansy; at least drunk Draco might give us details on his boy toy. *lounges against the bar, grinning as Draco takes a swallow of his new drink* So. Is he as good as that Quidditch player last year claimed?

Draco, fixing Blaise with a dead glare: *dangerously* One - he is not my boy toy; he is my boyfriend, whom I'm in love with. Love, Blaise, that thing you're likely to never find because you're too busy sinking your cock into a fresh twat every night. Two - it is literally none of your business but he is utterly spectacular and that fucking Pudd Uni Chaser barely even had an idea seeing as Harry fucked him for only about a week. *knocks back his drink again* *shudders even as he gestures to the barkeep* And also, fuck you both.

Blaise, eyes dancing: How spectacular? *grins rakishly* And I like quite bit of cock, too.

Pansy, glancing at Blaise: And since when do you use words like "cock" and "twat" and "fuck?" *lips twitching mischievously* Don't get me wrong, I like it, but I've never heard you talk that way before. Where’d you learn it?

Draco, snapping: Harry. *expression turning almost desperate for a second at the mention of his name*

Blaise, wiggling his eyebrows: *snorts* Is this you actually confirming that you two are fucking? Never thought I'd see the day you'd give it up, after you wouldn't budge for me in school....

Draco, lip curling as he turns to Blaise: And thank Merlin for that. I'm so glad I didn't 'give it up' to you, not when Harry is clearly the better candidate. *fingers clenching around his glass* *low* The best candidate.

Pansy, delighted: If you think you're going to squirm out of details again after a comment like that, you're mad. *eyes him for a moment; casually clears his empty glass and shakes her head at the bartender* So! What makes him so special other than the million boring Orders of Merlin I'm sure he has framed next to his bed? *pouts prettily* What makes him so special that you've been able to ignore us so often?

Draco, making a half hearted grab for his glass, corner of his mouth lifting reluctantly: It's easy enough to ignore you both because all you ever want to talk about is sex. *rolls his eyes without looking at either of them* Yes, Pansy, I said sex.  Now shut your mouth, darling. *abruptly* And as long as we're talking about Orders of Merlin, he probably ought to receive one for his skills between the sheets as well. *turns pink as he sinks his face into both hands* Merlin, where is he, I miss him--

Blaise, laughing: *claps him on the shoulder* *to Pansy* I knew it. I knew once Draco got a taste of the-- what was it he used to call it?

Pansy, sly: *quickly* Naked touching.

Blaise, nodding: Right. I knew once he'd gotten some proper naked touching he'd be one of.those eager ones. *ironically, to Draco* You went 26 years without and can't even go a week now? *leers a bit* Although, if you find yourself wanting--

Draco, sharply: I swear to Salazar, if you proposition me one more time for sex, I will cut it off. You won't have anything to touch me with. Nobody touches me but Harry, how hard is that to grasp? *sighs* And it's been two weeks, and this isn't just about the sex, so please don't be an arsehole.

Blaise, rolling his eyes: Fine. Merlin, would you relax a bit? Half the fun of having sex is talking about the dirty details. *waves a negligent hand* But if you're too-- *grimaces* --in love to have any fun with it--

Pansy, tsking at him: *slaps Blaise's arm* Must you? Fuck, I'll go home with you later if you'll stop trying to get into Draco's pants. Apparently, Potter's cock is made of enchanted goblin gold; you're not going to get anywhere. *turns to Draco, missing Blaise’s suddenly burning stare as she hides a smile* Fine, you don't want to talk about the spectacular sex. What is it about then? Tell us... But if you insist on being boring, can you also try not to be a Hufflepuff?

Draco, swallowing hard, blinking rapidly: You-- you don't get it, you two... He's-- he was supposed to be back a week, ten days ago. *suppressed panic* He hasn't even owled or Floo'd me. This-- that's not like him, he'd never leave me to worry if he can help it-- *hands curled into tight, trembling fists* *whispering* I don't even know if he's alive.

Blaise: *huffing a sigh* Of course he's fine, Draco. You've landed one of the most desired and powerful wizards in the world and you're spending your time worrying he's going to die? *dryly* If this is what love does to you, count me out. *snickers* And maybe he's just taking a little vacation; Potter doesn't seem to have your antiquated sexual morals. Could be holed up in a hotel somewhere with a--

Pansy, furiously: *hisses* Shut the fuck up, Blaise. He's not joking. *rests a hand on Draco's arm* Pay no attention to him; he's just jealous that you and Potter ended up with each other instead of with him. *cuddles a bit closer* *softly* He is right, though; Potter's powerful. All those awards are for something. Bloody hell, darling, we watched him defeat the Dark Lord when he was seventeen; you've got to know he can take care of himself, whatever he's doing. *glares at Blaise*

Blaise, frowning: Now we're supposed to be the kind of people who--? *off Pansy's murderous expression* Fine. Draco, Potter's fine. Why don't you simply go into the MLE offices in the morning and charm some witch or wizard with that smile of yours and find out when his last report in was? He might just not be in a place where he can contact you; but I'll bet they've heard from him in the last day or so.

Draco, shaking his head, licking dry lips: He's gone undercover and it's-- he's on an incredibly sensitive mission and I wouldn't want to butt into something I have no business in and endanger him or fuck things up for him or-- *breathes in deeply, exhaling shakily* *looks around* *beseechingly* Please let me have another drink?

Pansy, mouth turned down: *gestures to the bartender* Wouldn't you rather be nice and fresh for a good healthy romp if Potter shows up tonight? *as Draco gulps down his drink* *wry* Guess not.

Blaise: *exasperated* Look, do you remember my mother's fifth husband? *at their blank looks* The one who's still alive. *rolls his eyes* Well, he's a pretty decent bloke. Liked me. Worked with the MLE as a Hitwizard before he started retired from the life. Probably why he's still alive, actually. Anyway, he still has connections. If it'll wipe that pathetic look off your face, I'll firecall him in the morning, see what can be found out. *takes his own drink and throws it back with a grimace*

Draco, turning to him, as if daring not to hope: You'd-- you'd do that? *at Blaise's huff of exasperation* O-only if there's a guarantee that Harry will remain safe. *very slightly loosening up* Thank you, Blaise, I--

Blaise, shaking his head: Just stop. Next round's on you. And I think I deserve at least one good detail about Potter in bed.

Draco, with a small laugh: What do you want to know?

Pansy, giving him a squeeze before moving away to pick up her own drink: *gleefully* Oohhh, does he--

Blaise, nudging her: Uh uh. My favour, my question. *thinks for a moment before an unholy smile lights on his face* *overly casual* I don't suppose you'd be so wanton as to know what rimming is?

Draco, staring impassively for several seconds: *turns away and picks up his drink* *sips primly* Harry's the absolute god of rimming. Why d'you ask?

Blaise: *chokes on his drink, coughing it everywhere* *pats himself frantically before Pansy snickers and points a wand at him to dry him* *incredulous and fascinated, leaning in and lowering his voice* You're not serious. You don't actually let him-- You're bluffing. You don't even know what it means, do you?

Draco, flicking imaginary lint off his shirt: Oh, yes definitely bluffing. I absolutely don't know that rimming is eating someone's arsehole out-- *with a wicked side glance* --and I absolutely don't allow Harry to do that to me for hours every week, no I absolutely don't let him, no, sir. *snorts softly into his drink and hurriedly wipes his mouth*

Blaise, massively impressed: *whistles long and low* *reluctantly* Now I really am jealous I didn't end up with either of you. *pauses* I don't suppose you'd consider a third sometime...?

Draco, rolling his eyes on a patient sigh: No, Blaise, I'm not sharing him. *quickly* And before you say I’m possessive, you should know Harry's a million times worse. *smug* He will destroy you if he found out you regularly try your luck with me.

Blaise: *sulky* It was just an idea…

Pansy, perking up: So. I've helped you loads! Does that mean I get a bunch of questions too?

Draco, carefully: You get one, Pans.

Pansy, frowning: I get at least five! *talking in a rush before Draco can interrupt* Are you the top or the bottom? Bottom, right? Right?  What's his thing? *smacking Blaise without even looking at him* Not like that! Just--everyone has that something that drives them nuts in bed. What’s his? What's yours? Have you tried toys? Done it in public? What does the golden package look like? Does he hold off for a long time or is he an overeager sod? How often a day do you go at each other? What positions have you tried? What's your favorite thing he does with his hands? Would you ever consider a third? What if it was a woman? *breaks off, breathless from the litany*

Blaise: *instantly* I agree, Pansy should get at least five questions.

Draco, fighting a smile, blush rising up his cheekbones: I change my mind, you get none. Absolutely none. Besides, I can't tell you both about this stuff, just last month I gave Harry a really-- *mouth twitching* --hard time because I found out he gave Weasley some details and-- well, I can't be a hypocrite, can I? *smirks slowly* I mean, of course I can be, but I choose not to. *laughs*

Pansy, practically bouncing on her toes: *wheedling* Just two, then! *nudges into him, bats her eyes* You know, I helped fix you two up, if you think about it…

Draco, with a long suffering sigh: Fine, pick the two you most desperately want answered and I'll see what I can do. *dodges her backhanded smack with a laugh*

Pansy, chewing off her lip gloss while she considers: *leans into Blaise when he taps her and listens intently to him whispering in her ear* *nods decisively* How often a day and his kinks.

Draco, staring exasperatedly at them: We don't keep count, nor do we have pre-set goal to tick off-- *grins* The most we've gone in one day has to be seven times-- *thoughtful* --or was it eight? It was all a blur in those first few weeks. *gazes dreamily at nothing, a strong strain of sad longing clearly visible* *shakes himself out of it* *looks around at them both staring keenly at him and scowls* And I don't-- *blushes profusely* I-- I don't know what you mean when you say his kinks...

Blaise, mouth agape: *faintly* Potter can go eight--?

Pansy, eyes twinkling: You know "rimming" but not "kinks"? *gives a peal of laughter* The thing that... That gets him really going.

Draco, blushing deeper: *snaps* I know the word, just not what you were asking.  No-- no, nothing in particular..

Pansy pointing accusingly: You lie! Your ears have gone all red! *shakes her head* I swear, Draco, you have the worst tells of anyone in the history of Slytherin. Give!

Blaise: *soundlessly, confusedly still mouthing 'eight'*

Draco, snapping: Spanking, alright?! I get off on being spanked. You both are the absolute worst-- *slaps both hands over his burning face*

Pansy, eyes growing round: *breathes* Of course! Oh my God this is the best day ever. *giddy* But... that wasn't the question... What are Potter's kinks?

Draco, muffled from behind his hands: He-- he likes me to-- he likes it when I-- *slightly lame* --say stuff. *groans*

Blaise: Eight? I mean, stuff? Like...? Praise? Calling him daddy? Stuff is pretty broad…

Draco, looking around in total bewilderment: Why would I call him daddy? I don't even call my own father that. *flummoxed* Why are you such a weird person, Blaise?

Blaise, exasperated: *snorts* Well,.you obviously haven't dived too deep, yet. *shrugs* I thought, with the spanking... *waves a hand, smirking at the renewed wash of pink in Draco's face* So explain, then.

Draco, tightly: There is nothing to explain. You asked for two questions answered, and you've got it. *raises nose snootily* Now stop being so completely vulgar, you two.

Pansy, looking at him shrewdly: *slow* It's... It's dirty talk, isn't it? *glancing at Blaise* The way he spoke before. Like he's-- *begins giggling uncontrollably* --like he's had some practice at it! And he said... Oh sweet Merlin, he said he'd learned from Harry! *doubles over, clutching.her stomach as she laughs* Blaise, snickering at the look on Draco's face: *blandly, at Draco's glower* What? Who'm I to judge Potter for liking some raw language with his fucking? Have you met me? Hell, I got a semi when you said the ‘twat’ and ‘cock,’ before. *grins widely, flashing his teeth* But it's nice to know that something as simple as that could weaken the knees of the Golden Boy…

Draco, eyes narrowing menacingly: Both of you’d better forget I ever told you all this or I'll help with a lovely little Memory Charm-- *threateningly strokes his wand under his sleeve*

Pansy, laughter finally starting to die: Oh, stop. *rolls her.eyes playfully* We know, we know. We'd tell you anything you wanted, except you already know it. A little reciprocity is nice, is all. *takes a sip of her drink to hide her lingering smile* All right, fine. Other stuff, then. What was the "important event" that kept you from the Wizarding Arts gala last month? You never did end up telling me.

Draco, brow furrowing: I don't remember, I think it was the night Harry had wanted to drink wine out of my-- *eyes widen, one hand flying up to slap over his mouth* *glances around quickly at them, mouthing soundlessly and shaking his head* I-- I mean-- *swallows* *loudly interrupting them as they both start to talk* I think it may have been the night I met the Weasleys. *nods firmly* No, that was definitely why we couldn't make it.

Blaise: *bites lip hard* *mildly* Drink wine out of your what now?

Pansy, starting to dissolve into giggles again: Does he at least have any good wines stock--? *laughter stops abruptly* Wait, what? What? You met the Weasleys? Merlin's sake, Draco, why?

Draco, his irritable glare turning quickly into anxiousness: I mean... They're his family, aren't they? And-- and I told you he was over at the Manor to meet Mother and Father officially-- and, well-- Molly and Arthur Weasley were very kind and Ronald Weasley is as crass and infuriating as ever although Granger can be rather pleasant and--

Pansy: *stiffly* This sounds very... It sounds like he's following the steps of formal-- *scowls* Draco, is he giving you gifts?

Draco, smiling and melting slightly as he mentally lists out each of the wonderful, well thought out gifts: Yes... Each and every one of them more than I'm deserving of--

Blaise: *brow furrowing in irritation* *exchanges a plaintive look with Pansy* *snaps* What number is he on?

Pansy, just as put-out: You haven't already met with his closest friends, have you?

Draco, looking between the two of them nervously: Number twelve and...I have, yes. They have a decent place, surprisingly tasteful decor--

Pansy, gritting her teeth: *terrifyingly calm* And though I'd wager that the Weasleys don't give a fig about formal pureblood courtship rituals, and Granger and Weasley even less, you still somehow managed to get that out of the way -- over a month ago -- without thinking to arrange a dinner for the man who's obviously about to-- *nostrils flaring* With your best friends and your boyfriend?

Blaise, shaking his head: *stares at Draco evenly* Seriously? The parents, I get, but his friends came first? *muscles in his jaw twitching* If that's how you feel about it.

Draco, horrified: No! No, that's not how it-- The thing at Weasley and Hermione's was completely spontaneous! They-- they invited us over for a nightcap after dinner at the Burrow and-- and it just seemed really rude to refuse, especially because Harry wouldn't have tried to force me but I could tell he really wanted for the four of us to spend some t--

Pansy, glaring daggers at him: *sweetly* But it counts, right? A private meeting wherein your relationship with one another is discussed with his closest friends? Tell me, was your relationship discussed in any capacity at all?

Blaise: *narrows his eyes* This was a bloody month ago?

Draco, shaking his head impatiently: Pansy, no!  You're assuming absolu--

Pansy: *glowering* *catches a glimpse of someone stumbling through the Floo* Well, speak of the-- *face whitens* *grabs Draco's arm steadyingly* *whispers* Draco--

Draco, frowning at her in confusion: Wh--? *follows her gaze and cranes his neck, looking behind curiously* *spots Ron Weasley, still in his official robes ripped over one shoulder, one side of his face and neck bloodied, standing on tiptoes and searching desperately for someone, eyes slightly crazed* *feels his glass slip out of his hand, hears it hit the bar and then tumble to the floor with a tinkling crash* *leaps to his feet, tearing through the pub towards Ron* *heart thudding, voice cracked and hoarse* Weasley! Weasley, what--?! *sees the look in his eyes* *feels his knees buckle and reaches out blindly for the nearest chair, shaking his head* No... No!