Fic: Homecoming - Part 25
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Author:alisanne
Word count: 1555
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #25: Champagne celebration.
Summary: No more interruptions, the boys finally have their celebration.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 25, the final part of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW). Thanks to everyone for coming on this journey with me. It's been fun!
Back to Part 24 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 25
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Unfortunately, action had to wait until Harry could make a full report. Which took a while since he’d technically been off duty when everything had happened.
Robards, Head Auror, was unamused at being called in on Christmas Eve night, and he let Harry know it. “So let me get this straight. You were kidnapped, Obliviated, and upon discovering this, didn’t immediately report it. Instead, you went on an independent investigation with someone who is not in the department, and almost ended up being recaptured. Is that right?”
Harry coughed. “Yes, sir. But in my defence, it’s Christmas. I planned to make a report, but I didn’t want to bother anyone over the holiday, so—”
“Yes, that seems to have worked out well,” snarked Robards, rolling his eyes. He shook his head. “Only you, Potter.”
“Erm, sorry, sir?”
Robards huffed. “At least everything seems to have worked out. And you did alert us to some breaches in our security. Turns out Umbridge Imperiused one of the new Azkaban guards, and that’s how she escaped.”
“What’s to prevent her from doing it again?” Harry asked.
Robards smiled thinly. “Her own innovation is being used against her. That magic dampening charm? It’s being placed her clothes and her cell. That should keep her under wraps for a while. All that remains is to decide what to do with you.”
“What do you mean, sir?” Harry asked.
“You broke about a dozen regulations tonight, Potter.” Robards sighed. “But, you also did recapture a dangerous criminal, at no small danger to yourself. I’d say the two balance each other. So, you are on suspension for a week.”
Harry frowned. “I was supposed to be on vacation for another week anyway, sir.”
“I’m aware.” Robards stood up. “This time, be sure it’s actually a holiday and not an inadvertent undercover operation, will you?”
Harry smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“Now, I’m going to return to my family celebration.” Robards scowled. “Get out.”
“Yes, sir!”
When Harry escaped Robards’ office it was early morning. The DMLE offices were again empty, everyone having processed Umbridge and transferred her to Azkaban already.
Looking around, Harry sighed. He’d hoped Draco would wait, but it had taken far longer to sort everything out than Harry had predicted. Limping towards the lifts, Harry contemplated if he’d be welcome if he showed up on Draco’s doorstep.
Rounding the corner, he froze, blinking.
Draco was leaning against the wall, a book in hand. When he saw Harry, he snapped it shut, shoving it into his pocket. “Finally done?” he asked. He checked his watch. “About damn time.”
Harry smiled. “You waited! I thought—”
Draco pushed off the wall, sauntering closer. “What? That I’d left? Oh no, Potter, you promised me a good time, and I’m holding you to that.”
Harry looked around. “Well, it doesn’t appear there’s anyone around to interrupt us.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “If you think I’m doing anything here—”
Harry laughed. “I wasn’t suggesting that.” He paused. “Well, not for our first time, anyway.”
“Why, you kinky sod,” breathed Draco, a smirk crossing his face. “Public sex? How shocking.”
“Not tonight,” said Harry, pulling Draco towards him. “Tonight I want you in a bed, all to myself. Now is it going to be my bed or yours?”
Draco licked his lips. “Mine,” he said. “While you were in there taking forever, I went home and…made some preparations.”
“How very Slytherin,” murmured Harry. “What have you planned?”
“Come home with me and find out,” replied Draco.
“Lead the way,” said Harry.
Leaning in, Draco pressed his mouth to Harry’s, and a moment later the squeeze of Apparation engulfed them.
When they landed, Harry drew away, looking around. Rather than the living room, they were in Draco’s bedroom. “Wow.”
Draco hummed. “Nothing but the best for our first time,” he said.
“So I see.” Looking up, Harry saw floating candles, and the ceiling had been charmed to show a snowy night sky. Beside the bed, which was turned down invitingly, there was a table with glasses of champagne and lit candles. And a pot of lube. Harry laughed. “Planning to get me drunk?”
“Of course.” Draco hummed. “But not on champagne.” Reaching for Harry, he dragged him close. “Now, why are you stalling?”
“I’m not,” growled Harry, and leaning in, pressed his mouth over Draco’s.
Devouring each other, they edged towards the bed, Draco finally pushing against Harry’s chest and sending him sprawling. Harry scooted backwards and Draco prowled after him, straddling him.
“Now what?” Harry whispered, looking up at Draco.
“Now? Now you show me what you’ve got.” Draco raised his wand, and a moment later they were both naked. Looking down at Harry’s erection, his eyes widened. “Well. If I’d known you were hiding that when we were in school, our relationship would have been a lot different.” He licked his lips.
Harry smiled. “And that would have changed the course of the war.”
“Maybe,” Draco said. “Or maybe not.” Tossing his wand aside, he leaned down again. “Now, do you really want to talk about our past?”
Without answering, Harry pulled Draco down, licking into his mouth, swallowing his moan. His hands skated over Draco’s skin, finally settling on his arse. He squeezed, and Draco shivered.
Rolling them over, Harry nudged Draco’s legs apart, settling between them. “No, I want to fuck you,” he whispered against his mouth. “That okay with you?”
In reply, Draco held out his hand, and the lube flew into it. “You’ll need this,” he said, handing it to Harry.
Taking it, Harry tossed it aside. “No time. Need to be inside you now. We’ll do slow next time.”
Draco gaped at him. “If you think you’re not using lube with me, Potter—”
Harry whispered the Stretching and Lubricating Charm he’d come across while perusing one of Hermione’s medical books, smirking as Draco expression went momentarily soft.
Draco’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck was that?”
“Magic,” Harry said, pulling Draco’s legs over his shoulders, he kissed him again. Sliding his hand between them, he pushed one finger into Draco, finding him loose and slick.
Draco bucked up, his legs crossing behind Harry’s back as he tried to get closer. His hands were everywhere, finally coming to settle on Harry’s shoulders.
Harry closed his eyes in concentration, casting the Lubrication Charm once again, this time on himself. After the tingling sensation ended, he positioned himself at Draco’s entrance, working his cock inside.
Draco was whimpering, moaning. “Fuck,” he gasped.
“Yes,” said Harry, thrusting shallowly. “Draco—”
“That…all you’ve…got?” Draco asked, his eyes blazing, expression challenging. “Come on. Fuck me!”
Growling, Harry grabbed onto Draco’s hips, thrusting hard, seating himself fully.
“Yes!” Draco gasped, the veins in his neck standing out as it arched. “Yes! Don’t stop!”
Harry couldn’t have stopped, even if he’d wanted to, which he definitely didn’t want to. What he wanted was to repeatedly slide in and out of that silky heat, to feel Draco convulse around him, to make Draco come harder than he ever had.
Filthy words were spilling from Draco’s lips, and, unable to resist, Harry leaned down, snogging him again, the kiss sloppy and wet and perfect. He swallowing Draco’s moans, burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck and thrusting into him over and over in him.
Slow, long strokes gave way to slamming until Harry was pounding into Draco. Every time he hit Draco’s prostate, Draco would cry out and cling harder, and when his muscles contracted rhythmically around Harry, Harry’s world went blurry.
“Coming,” he cried, and shoving himself as deeply as he could, he shuddered, pouring himself into Draco as pleasure washed over him.
Draco held onto him, mouthing nonsense words against his shoulder as his body trembled. Harry felt hot liquid hit his chest in spurts, and he looked between them to see Draco’s cock deflating.
“Merlin,” he whispered, collapsing onto Draco.
Draco’s legs slid off his shoulders to lie on the bed. “Heavy,” he gasped, pushing at Harry’s shoulder. “Off.”
With effort, Harry rolled off him, blinking up at the ceiling. As he watched, a shooting star crossed the winter sky. “Wow.”
“Was that for the sex or for my charms work?” Draco asked, yawning.
Turning his head, Harry looked at him. “The Charms work, of course, what else? Ow!” He winced as Draco smacked him. “How can you even move?”
“I’m motivated.” With obvious effort, Draco sat up on his elbows. “Plus, we’ve champagne to drink, so no sleeping yet.”
“It’s been a long day,” Harry said, yawning.
“True.” Draco leaned over him. “I suppose I’ll give you that. The champagne can wait.” He smirked. “I do love a mimosa with breakfast.”
Harry gazed up at him. It’d taken a while, but he’d come to be able to read Draco, and past the bravado, he saw hesitation. Reaching his hand up, he curled it around Draco’s neck, and answered the unspoken question. “I’d love to have breakfast with you.”
Draco’s smirk widened. “Of course you would. Who wouldn’t?” Waving his hand, he snuffed out the candles, leaving just the light of the ceiling stars. “Sleep, Harry. We’ll discuss who’s cooking this breakfast in the morning.”
Harry laughed, pulling him close, and as they curled around each other, he closed his eyes and inhaled Draco. He was finally home.
~
Author:
alisanneWord count: 1555
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #25: Champagne celebration.Summary: No more interruptions, the boys finally have their celebration.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 25, the final part of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW). Thanks to everyone for coming on this journey with me. It's been fun!
Back to Part 24 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
Homecoming - Part 25
~
Unfortunately, action had to wait until Harry could make a full report. Which took a while since he’d technically been off duty when everything had happened.
Robards, Head Auror, was unamused at being called in on Christmas Eve night, and he let Harry know it. “So let me get this straight. You were kidnapped, Obliviated, and upon discovering this, didn’t immediately report it. Instead, you went on an independent investigation with someone who is not in the department, and almost ended up being recaptured. Is that right?”
Harry coughed. “Yes, sir. But in my defence, it’s Christmas. I planned to make a report, but I didn’t want to bother anyone over the holiday, so—”
“Yes, that seems to have worked out well,” snarked Robards, rolling his eyes. He shook his head. “Only you, Potter.”
“Erm, sorry, sir?”
Robards huffed. “At least everything seems to have worked out. And you did alert us to some breaches in our security. Turns out Umbridge Imperiused one of the new Azkaban guards, and that’s how she escaped.”
“What’s to prevent her from doing it again?” Harry asked.
Robards smiled thinly. “Her own innovation is being used against her. That magic dampening charm? It’s being placed her clothes and her cell. That should keep her under wraps for a while. All that remains is to decide what to do with you.”
“What do you mean, sir?” Harry asked.
“You broke about a dozen regulations tonight, Potter.” Robards sighed. “But, you also did recapture a dangerous criminal, at no small danger to yourself. I’d say the two balance each other. So, you are on suspension for a week.”
Harry frowned. “I was supposed to be on vacation for another week anyway, sir.”
“I’m aware.” Robards stood up. “This time, be sure it’s actually a holiday and not an inadvertent undercover operation, will you?”
Harry smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“Now, I’m going to return to my family celebration.” Robards scowled. “Get out.”
“Yes, sir!”
When Harry escaped Robards’ office it was early morning. The DMLE offices were again empty, everyone having processed Umbridge and transferred her to Azkaban already.
Looking around, Harry sighed. He’d hoped Draco would wait, but it had taken far longer to sort everything out than Harry had predicted. Limping towards the lifts, Harry contemplated if he’d be welcome if he showed up on Draco’s doorstep.
Rounding the corner, he froze, blinking.
Draco was leaning against the wall, a book in hand. When he saw Harry, he snapped it shut, shoving it into his pocket. “Finally done?” he asked. He checked his watch. “About damn time.”
Harry smiled. “You waited! I thought—”
Draco pushed off the wall, sauntering closer. “What? That I’d left? Oh no, Potter, you promised me a good time, and I’m holding you to that.”
Harry looked around. “Well, it doesn’t appear there’s anyone around to interrupt us.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “If you think I’m doing anything here—”
Harry laughed. “I wasn’t suggesting that.” He paused. “Well, not for our first time, anyway.”
“Why, you kinky sod,” breathed Draco, a smirk crossing his face. “Public sex? How shocking.”
“Not tonight,” said Harry, pulling Draco towards him. “Tonight I want you in a bed, all to myself. Now is it going to be my bed or yours?”
Draco licked his lips. “Mine,” he said. “While you were in there taking forever, I went home and…made some preparations.”
“How very Slytherin,” murmured Harry. “What have you planned?”
“Come home with me and find out,” replied Draco.
“Lead the way,” said Harry.
Leaning in, Draco pressed his mouth to Harry’s, and a moment later the squeeze of Apparation engulfed them.
When they landed, Harry drew away, looking around. Rather than the living room, they were in Draco’s bedroom. “Wow.”
Draco hummed. “Nothing but the best for our first time,” he said.
“So I see.” Looking up, Harry saw floating candles, and the ceiling had been charmed to show a snowy night sky. Beside the bed, which was turned down invitingly, there was a table with glasses of champagne and lit candles. And a pot of lube. Harry laughed. “Planning to get me drunk?”
“Of course.” Draco hummed. “But not on champagne.” Reaching for Harry, he dragged him close. “Now, why are you stalling?”
“I’m not,” growled Harry, and leaning in, pressed his mouth over Draco’s.
Devouring each other, they edged towards the bed, Draco finally pushing against Harry’s chest and sending him sprawling. Harry scooted backwards and Draco prowled after him, straddling him.
“Now what?” Harry whispered, looking up at Draco.
“Now? Now you show me what you’ve got.” Draco raised his wand, and a moment later they were both naked. Looking down at Harry’s erection, his eyes widened. “Well. If I’d known you were hiding that when we were in school, our relationship would have been a lot different.” He licked his lips.
Harry smiled. “And that would have changed the course of the war.”
“Maybe,” Draco said. “Or maybe not.” Tossing his wand aside, he leaned down again. “Now, do you really want to talk about our past?”
Without answering, Harry pulled Draco down, licking into his mouth, swallowing his moan. His hands skated over Draco’s skin, finally settling on his arse. He squeezed, and Draco shivered.
Rolling them over, Harry nudged Draco’s legs apart, settling between them. “No, I want to fuck you,” he whispered against his mouth. “That okay with you?”
In reply, Draco held out his hand, and the lube flew into it. “You’ll need this,” he said, handing it to Harry.
Taking it, Harry tossed it aside. “No time. Need to be inside you now. We’ll do slow next time.”
Draco gaped at him. “If you think you’re not using lube with me, Potter—”
Harry whispered the Stretching and Lubricating Charm he’d come across while perusing one of Hermione’s medical books, smirking as Draco expression went momentarily soft.
Draco’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck was that?”
“Magic,” Harry said, pulling Draco’s legs over his shoulders, he kissed him again. Sliding his hand between them, he pushed one finger into Draco, finding him loose and slick.
Draco bucked up, his legs crossing behind Harry’s back as he tried to get closer. His hands were everywhere, finally coming to settle on Harry’s shoulders.
Harry closed his eyes in concentration, casting the Lubrication Charm once again, this time on himself. After the tingling sensation ended, he positioned himself at Draco’s entrance, working his cock inside.
Draco was whimpering, moaning. “Fuck,” he gasped.
“Yes,” said Harry, thrusting shallowly. “Draco—”
“That…all you’ve…got?” Draco asked, his eyes blazing, expression challenging. “Come on. Fuck me!”
Growling, Harry grabbed onto Draco’s hips, thrusting hard, seating himself fully.
“Yes!” Draco gasped, the veins in his neck standing out as it arched. “Yes! Don’t stop!”
Harry couldn’t have stopped, even if he’d wanted to, which he definitely didn’t want to. What he wanted was to repeatedly slide in and out of that silky heat, to feel Draco convulse around him, to make Draco come harder than he ever had.
Filthy words were spilling from Draco’s lips, and, unable to resist, Harry leaned down, snogging him again, the kiss sloppy and wet and perfect. He swallowing Draco’s moans, burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck and thrusting into him over and over in him.
Slow, long strokes gave way to slamming until Harry was pounding into Draco. Every time he hit Draco’s prostate, Draco would cry out and cling harder, and when his muscles contracted rhythmically around Harry, Harry’s world went blurry.
“Coming,” he cried, and shoving himself as deeply as he could, he shuddered, pouring himself into Draco as pleasure washed over him.
Draco held onto him, mouthing nonsense words against his shoulder as his body trembled. Harry felt hot liquid hit his chest in spurts, and he looked between them to see Draco’s cock deflating.
“Merlin,” he whispered, collapsing onto Draco.
Draco’s legs slid off his shoulders to lie on the bed. “Heavy,” he gasped, pushing at Harry’s shoulder. “Off.”
With effort, Harry rolled off him, blinking up at the ceiling. As he watched, a shooting star crossed the winter sky. “Wow.”
“Was that for the sex or for my charms work?” Draco asked, yawning.
Turning his head, Harry looked at him. “The Charms work, of course, what else? Ow!” He winced as Draco smacked him. “How can you even move?”
“I’m motivated.” With obvious effort, Draco sat up on his elbows. “Plus, we’ve champagne to drink, so no sleeping yet.”
“It’s been a long day,” Harry said, yawning.
“True.” Draco leaned over him. “I suppose I’ll give you that. The champagne can wait.” He smirked. “I do love a mimosa with breakfast.”
Harry gazed up at him. It’d taken a while, but he’d come to be able to read Draco, and past the bravado, he saw hesitation. Reaching his hand up, he curled it around Draco’s neck, and answered the unspoken question. “I’d love to have breakfast with you.”
Draco’s smirk widened. “Of course you would. Who wouldn’t?” Waving his hand, he snuffed out the candles, leaving just the light of the ceiling stars. “Sleep, Harry. We’ll discuss who’s cooking this breakfast in the morning.”
Harry laughed, pulling him close, and as they curled around each other, he closed his eyes and inhaled Draco. He was finally home.
~
