hpkinkfest | Fic: Starting Over (Harry/Draco)

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Title: Starting Over
Author:

leo_draconis
Prompt Number: 96 submitted by

kubrick_potter
Kink Showcased: Troilism and possessiveness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Harry/OMC
Summary: Harry is more than a little tired of his boyfriend's rough behavior and penchant for watching Harry get fucked by other men. Still, he's hesitant to leave - until the next man his boyfriend brings home shows him how much better he could have it. And that man happens to be Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: An original character who's a real dick, and... well, sex.
Word Count: 7213
Author's Notes:

kubrick_potter, I loved the prompt and I hope this is sort of what you were looking for!

~

"Do you like that?"

Harry forced a smile. "Of course, love."

Simon grunted and slapped Harry's arse as he pounded into it roughly. "You fucking love it, you whore. Tell me how much you love it."

"I do, Simon." Harry gritted his teeth against the sting when another blow was delivered to his already reddened flesh. The man Simon had found for him that evening had been a bit too enamored with spanking for Harry's taste.

"You're such a filthy little cockslut. Merlin, you feel good – all loose and sloppy with his come. Did you like it when he came inside you? I should have told him to come on your face, but I can't resist fucking you this way."

Shut up, you absolute prick, Harry shouted in his mind. He was tired – tired of their current session, tired of the dirty name-calling, tired of the constant rough sex. Most of all he was tired of having sex with random men while his boyfriend looked on and touched himself. Harry was a relationship man and he wasn't even allowed any input when it came to the men who fucked him.

"Going to come…" Simon tossed his head back and rocked into Harry with bruising force.

Harry sighed and waited it out, then allowed his lover to gather him close. "Good?"

"Mmm. The best. He was nice, wasn't he? Aiden? I met him at the book shop. He was looking at one of those silly biographies about you – I knew he'd jump at the chance to have a go at the real deal when I saw the way he salivated over the cover."

"He was fine."

"You all right?"

"I'm fine." Harry gnawed at his lower lip. "Simon, don't you ever get tired of this? The other men? You don't even touch them, usually – you just watch them fuck me."

"It turns me on. You said you'd do it for me," he pouted, nipping at Harry's earlobe. "I thought you loved me, wanted to please me."

"I do, I just… I don't really like all the men. It used to be once in awhile and now it's every weekend."

"It's so hot, Harry. You should see it from my viewpoint." Simon chuckled and allowed his hand to slide toward Harry's neglected cock. "Your gorgeous arse in the air, open wide while some bloke licks you and fucks you… then watching his come drip out of you before I add mine to the mix. It's incredible."

"Why don't you let them fuck you, then, and I'll watch." Harry moaned softly as his erection was stroked.

"You know I don't bottom, Harry," Simon admonished, squeezing Harry's cock tightly for effect. "Whereas you're a born bottom. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you didn't have a cock up your arse. You should be grateful I bring you so many new cocks to play with – you love being pounded and you know it."

"I don't like it rough all the time." Harry rolled his hips into Simon's hand. "Yeah, faster…"

"You love it. Tell me."

"I don't, not always."

"Tell me or I won't let you come." His hand stilled, and Harry whimpered.

"I… fine, I love it."

"Make me believe it."

"I love it!"

"Fucking right you do. Here, come for me, you dirty little thing."

Harry took no satisfaction in his release, and when Simon finally left thirty minutes later he allowed himself the cry he'd wanted since the leering man – Aiden? – had first struck him that night.

~~

"Dump him, mate." Ron took a long gulp from his mug. "Better yet, let me do it. Let me have at him."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'll do it myself if I do it."

"Suit yourself, but I think the bastard deserves a little reminder of who Harry Potter's friends are."

Harry frowned into his drink. "Because Harry Potter's turned into too much of a pussy to stand up for himself, is that it?"

Ron's brow furrowed. "No, because your friends include a number of very large and loud gingers who don't mind dirtying their hands or burying bodies in undisclosed locations. When necessary, of course."

Harry snorted. "Of course. Sorry."

"Sounds to me like he's got you feeling like shite about yourself, and that's not on. Seriously, what do you see in him? You don't like being passed around like the town broom and you don't like being treated like dragon dung, so what's there to like?"

Harry flushed at hearing himself described that way. "He doesn't treat me that way all the time. It's mainly in the bedroom. It's just what he likes."

"He calls you names, Harry. You said so yourself."

"Shouldn't have told you all that," Harry mumbled.

"You shouldn't have waited so long to tell me something's wrong," Ron corrected, then belched. "Sorry 'bout that. Look, it seems like he's having a jolly old time and you're getting nothing in return. I don't know what the bloody buggering fuck he's about, anyhow – I would never be able to watch some other bloke with Hermione." He scowled at the thought.

"I don't want that, either, but some people do apparently."

"But… what I'm trying to say is that you're very, you know, sporting and all to go along with his kinky ideas, but it's not very fair of him to keep asking you to do it when you've said you don't want to. You've told him, right? That you don't like it?"

"Yeah, I have, but he brushes it off. Look, I shouldn't have told you all this, I just –"

"I'm your best mate, Harry. You can tell me anything. We may approach sex with different orifices in mind – Hermione said the back door is off limits, by the way, so I'll have to take your word for it – but I still want you to tell me what's going on with you. I think Simon is an uppity douche and you should send him packing."

"Thinking about it. I really am." Harry pulled out his wand and cast a Tempus Charm with a sigh. "All right, I've got to go. Meeting him in a few, and since it's Saturday night he'll likely be bringing a guest."

"Tell him no."

"We'll see. Maybe I'll fall madly in love with this one and he'll whisk me away to better things." Harry let out a weak chuckle. "But afterward… I think I'm going to make him listen to me, and if he won't then he'll have had his last show because I'm done."

"Good on you. If you need somewhere to crash, if he won't leave you be…"

"I'll let you know. Maybe it'll all work out anyway."

"Maybe." Ron made a face. "Just… remember you deserve better than all that, all right? You shouldn't make excuses for him. He's a prick."

"Thanks." Harry dropped a few coins on the table. "I'll be over tomorrow for brunch at any rate. See you then."

"See you, mate."

~~

Harry jumped a bit when the knock sounded at the door, signaling Simon's arrival. "It's open," he called, heading to the loo to cast his usual hygiene spells in privacy. When he made his way back toward the living room, he heard a low chuckle and paused.

"…a bit skittish at times. Needs a firm hand, you know?"

"And you like this? Watching him with other men?"

"I bloody love it. You're not reconsidering, are you? I promise you, he's a quality fuck. Tight little arse and a decent cock."

Harry scowled. Decent, indeed.

"It's really him?"

Simon's laugh rang throughout the room. "Of course. He's been mine for months now – good of me to share him, isn't it?"

"Actually, I think it's –"

Harry couldn't tolerate any more of the inane conversation, and when he entered the room the other man stopped speaking and cleared his throat. Harry's mouth fell open as he took in the scene before him.

"Harry." Simon held out a hand to Harry, motioning for him to join them. "I've a little treat for you. I met this handsome bloke in the Leaky this evening, and when I saw him I knew I wanted to watch him fuck you raw."

"Malfoy," Harry said quietly. "This… really?"

"Do you know each other?" Simon glanced between them. "I asked him if he'd like a chance to bed the great Harry Potter and he jumped at it."

Face flaming, Harry looked away. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"Do what? Your fame is the sexiest thing about you. I could get a whole line of men in here to fuck you one after the other, just on your name alone. In fact…" He grinned. "God, think about how useless that hole of yours would be after taking fifteen or twenty cocks in a row. I could probably put my whole arm up there."

Eyes stinging with humiliation, Harry balled his hands into fists around the cuffs of his sleeves. "Stop it."

"Come on, Harry, the man knows what he's here for. My pretty little whore, blushing like a virgin. Far from it, I'll tell you."

"That's enough." Malfoy took a step toward Harry. "Are we doing this, then?"

"Eager, are you? Good, good. Let's take it to the bedroom and get undressed, shall we?" Simon motioned to them and Harry glanced at Malfoy. Malfoy didn't speak, but his lips moved to form the words it's all right and Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.

He began to disrobe as soon as they reached the bedroom, the way Simon preferred, but Malfoy reached for Harry's hands. "May I?"

"Going to unwrap your package, are you?" Simon laughed and wriggled out of his trousers. "One moment, then, so that I can get my cock out and enjoy the show. Kiss him, Harry. He came all the way here for a taste of you, so give it to him."

Adam's apple bobbing, Malfoy stepped closer to Harry. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he whispered.

Harry nodded once, a jerky motion, and tilted his head to receive Malfoy's kiss.

It was… gentle. Harry hadn't expected that, since it had been so very long since he'd received a kiss in the bedroom that wasn't designed to bruise. Simon wasn't careful with him, and the men he brought home followed suit.

Malfoy's arms wound their way around Harry, circling him, protecting him. Harry melted into the embrace and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and accepting Malfoy's tongue with ease. The man tasted brilliant.

"Do you truly want this?" Malfoy murmured in Harry's ear. "I can leave now, before this goes any further."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. Any other man, any other Saturday night… if asked, Harry would have gladly accepted the reprieve. Yet somehow he couldn't bring himself to send Malfoy away, not when he'd wanted him for so long. "Stay."

Malfoy groaned and pushed Harry's shirt from his shoulders, smoothing the skin down Harry's arms as he chased the fabric to the floor. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"He won't like that." Harry nuzzled Draco's neck and unfastened his trousers.

"Are we having a chat or a fuck?" Simon demanded from his armchair near the bed. "What are you talking about over there?"

"I just told Harry here that I'm looking very forward to burying my tongue inside him," Malfoy replied smoothly.

"Oh, yeah. He pants like a bitch in heat when he gets his arsehole sucked. Make sure you let me see it when you're done – it's so pretty when it's cherry red." Simon palmed his cock and draped a leg over the arm of the chair. "Come over to the bed."

Draco finished disrobing Harry and stepped out of his own trousers. "On your back, if you don't mind."

Harry raised an eyebrow but complied, arranging himself in the center of the bed. "Like this?"

"Mmmhmm. You're perfect, you know that?"

Harry chuckled. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."

"I hadn't figured it out yet," Draco replied simply. He crawled up the bed and into the space Harry created between his parted thighs before dropping to his elbows and capturing Harry's mouth in a heated kiss.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and moments later his legs as well. It felt so bloody good to be treated that way, with affection and care. He gasped in surprise when Draco changed their positions, rolling them so that Harry was on top and Draco was clinging to him.

Draco's cock was engorged and dripping against his, and Harry pressed his hips downward to create the friction he so desperately craved. Draco moaned into his mouth and Harry doubled his efforts.

"You're not here to snog and frot," Simon snapped from the sidelines. "Fuck him, Malfoy, or go home."

"I'm in bed with him," Draco bit back. "So I'll be controlling things, thanks. I have every intention of fucking him but I do like a bit of foreplay first. I promise you, if one of us blows early I won't leave until we've had the main event."

Simon appeared mollified. "Well… see that you do, then."

Draco buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck once more, fastening his mouth to the supple skin he found there. "Do whatever feels good to you, Harry," he whispered between kisses. "I'll do anything with you."

Harry's breath hitched at the open words and he slid downward a bit until his cockhead nudged Draco's hole. "I want this, but he'll throw you out before he'll let it happen."

"Are we not in your flat?"

"Yes, but…" Harry dropped his head helplessly.

"Fine. We'll play by his rules, then. Next time we play by ours."

"Next time?" Harry pushed forward, the slippery head of his prick barely breaching Draco's muscles. "Oh, fuck!"

"You're whispering again, and you'd better not be fucking him, Harry! Is this over? Are we done?" Simon stood up, erection bouncing as he moved.

"No." Harry pulled out again with incredible reluctance. "He's just telling me everything he wants to do to me."

"Speak up! You're here to put on a show for me, so show me something."

"On your knees, then, Harry." Draco craned his neck up to kiss him once more. "Let me at that arse of yours."

Harry sighed and moved so that Draco could rise, then lifted his backside into the air. It was his least favorite position after having been put on display that way so many times in the past, but he knew it was the only thing that would appease Simon long enough for them to continue.

"You like the look of that, Malfoy?" Simon sank into his chair again. "Ever seen such a gorgeous arse before?"

"No," Draco replied, voice hoarse. "I've never seen anything like this before."

"Have yourself a taste."

Harry mewled a bit when warm hands parted his buttocks, revealing his secrets to the cooler air. His crevice was smooth and hairless, as Simon demanded it remain, and he knew his pucker was pink and tight from his spells. Draco's tongue descended on him then and he moaned.

He had to admit, he enjoyed a quality rim job. The blokes who chose to perform the act, and who knew how to do it well, made the whole experience a bit more bearable for Harry. It was a challenge to be too rough while rimming, though, and Harry wondered if that was part of the reason he liked it so much.

And fuck all if Draco wasn't the best he'd had yet.

"Yeah," Simon encouraged. "Get him nice and sloppy. You're going to be fucking that hole soon."

Draco reached between Harry's legs and took hold of his cock, stroking it with a slow hand as he continued to nibble at Harry's perineum. A thumb brushed over his opening once, twice, and on the third pass it paused to rub at the wrinkled flesh.

"Malfoy," Harry gasped. "More."

"It's Draco." Another swipe of the tongue punctuated his request.

"That feels so good." Harry clutched the pillow and swallowed a shout when Draco's mouth closed around his hole and sucked.

"What did I tell you?" The sound of Simon wanking beside them was evident. "The little slut loves it."

"Stop calling him that," Draco hissed. "Shut the fuck up already."

"I brought you here, you son of a bitch – I'll call my lover anything I damn well please!"

"You gave him to me the moment you invited me along. Roll over, Harry."

"You either fuck him or get out, Malfoy. I won't have you ruining my night, and if I've got to go out and find someone else to do him…"

"Oh, yes, Merlin forbid you're actually intimate with him yourself. Always have to have someone else in on it, is that the way of it?"

Simon leaned over the bed and bared his teeth. "Get out."

"I won't. I came here to be with him, and that's exactly what I plan to do." Draco ran a hand up Harry's chest. "Sit the fuck down if you plan to watch, but it's happening either way."

Harry stared up at Draco, mouth ajar. "Draco…" he managed at last.

"Harry, do you still want to do this?" Draco leaned over and kissed him. "Or would you like me to leave?"

"No! I… don't leave."

"Harry, I don't like this." Simon hovered over them. "We'll get rid of him and start over – just you and me, if you want. You'd like that, right?"

Harry swallowed. He'd wanted that very thing for some time, and now… "No. I want him to stay."

"And you don't care what I want?" His voice had risen in pitch.

"You don't ever care about what I want!" Harry cried. "And you brought him here. This is your game, Simon – you can't blame me for wanting to play."

"Fine," Simon spat. "Let him fuck you, then, you wh –" He paused at the murderous look on Draco's face. "Let him. But this is the last time. We aren't doing this again."

"Good!"

"Sit down." Draco watched Simon until he obeyed. "Now shut your mouth and enjoy the way a real man pleasures him."

Simon sneered but remained silent, resuming his position and taking hold of his cock once more.

"Ready?" Draco said softly. Harry smiled and nodded, opening his arms to allow Draco's body to fit along his as he lowered himself. Their lips met in a now-familiar kiss, and Harry wrapped all four limbs around Draco again.

They kissed and kissed, writhing against one another until Draco's cock found Harry's entrance. In one smooth motion Draco was inside, and he swallowed Harry's noise of surprise.

Each thrust was gentle, careful, and Harry rocked upward to meet them all, legs tightening around Draco's waist to gain leverage. He didn't try and stifle his moans when Draco's lips moved to his neck and began to mark him.

"Mine," Draco breathed between nips. "You're mine."

"Yes," Harry groaned. "Fucking yes."

"Can you come this way?"

"Oh, hell, yes." Harry pulled Draco's head down and kissed him hard as the ball of heat in his gut began to unravel, pulsing from his toes and traveling up his spine. His cock slid back and forth between their slick torsos and began to spurt.

"Yes," Draco hissed. "Come all over me, darling. God, you feel so fucking amazing… Harry…"

"Draco!" Harry clutched at him and rode out his crest, only vaguely able to register what was happening as Draco sped his motions and came inside him.

"Move." Simon stood beside the bed. "My turn now."

"I'm not finished." Draco remained where he was, softening cock still inside Harry.

"You've had your fun, and now I'll have mine. Move so that I can fuck him. Harry, get on your knees. Malfoy, go home."

"You don't have to take this shite from him." Draco sat up, reluctance clear on his face. "Tell him."

"I…" Harry closed his eyes. "Draco, you should go."

"Harry…"

"He said get out." Simon crossed his arms.

"You're sure?" Draco looked down at Harry and shook his head. "You're asking for it, Potter. Every day you stay with him you're asking to be treated like you're nothing more than an object."

Simon growled. "No one asked your opinion, Malfoy."

"No one asked yours," Draco retorted. "Harry, please – let me help you."

"Just go. You're right, I know that, but I have to deal with this myself."

Draco climbed off the bed and began to dress. "You're making a big mistake."

"We're in a relationship, Draco. I can't just…"

"Yes, actually, you can. You can use that impressive set of balls I just fondled and get out." Draco buttoned his shirt and studied him. "Once upon a time, Harry Potter was the sort of man who didn't take shite from anyone. He'd never have allowed himself to be trapped in an abusive relationship."

"I'm not abused!" Harry exclaimed. "He's a little rough in bed, sure, but he's never hit me or anything like that."

"There are a lot of different types of abuse. This definitely qualifies, and I've only had my first glimpse of your dysfunction. The offer stands. Seek me out – an owl can find me easily. I'm not giving up on you."

Harry watched helplessly as Draco walked out of the room. When the front door clicked shut, Simon reached for him.

"Roll over." Simon urged Harry onto his belly and thrust into him. "What a prick. Sorry about him."

Squeezing his eyes closed, Harry took a breath. "Get off me."

"I won't be long." Simon yanked Harry's hips upward so that he could slam into him with the usual force. "He didn't loosen you up very much. Tiny cock, he had."

"He had a rather nice cock, actually, but he didn't fuck me like a savage – that's why. Get off!" Harry thrashed until Simon moved away in surprise.

"What's your problem?" Simon exclaimed.

Harry sat up and pulled the covers over his lap. "You are. He's right – you are abusive. I didn't want to see it because I rather enjoy your company outside the bedroom – I used to, at any rate – but in here you've become a complete fucking monster, you know that?"

"Look, I said it was the last time. We won't be doing that anymore."

"Why? Because someone actually decided to give a fuck about the way I felt about it? You know I hate it when people approach me because of who I am, and you still exploit it so that you can bring men back here to fuck me. I hate this, Simon, and I've told you that again and again."

"Right, you hate it so much you were begging Malfoy to stay," Simon scoffed.

"He was nice to me!" Harry cried. "The first man I've had in months who was actually nice to me in bed! And that includes you!"

"What do you want from me?" Simon stood and began to pace. "I like it rough. I like to watch men fuck you. I can't help that! Don't you care about my sexual needs at all?"

"Clearly I do, since I've been subjecting myself to them for months now. The question is, do you care about mine?"

Simon snorted. "Right, yeah, your needs. Like tonight? Being coddled and held and made lurve to? I'd fuck a woman if I wanted that nonsense. We're men, Harry, and men like it rough."

"I'm a man, and I don't." Harry tensed his jaw. "Sometimes, yeah – but I also want to make a real connection with my partner. I don't want it the same way every time, and that means rough or gentle, bottom or top. But I want the option to have it either way, and I don't want to sleep with a man who has to call me degrading names to get off."

"You like it."

"I don't fucking like it, and I don't like being told what I like!" Harry's chest was heaving. "You refuse to hear me, and you know what? I don't think there's anything here to salvage. I thought maybe it was a phase, that it'd be like it used to be one day… but I don't love you anymore. I don't even like you anymore."

"Harry, come on. Don't say that. We've had such fun together, haven't we?"

"We used to. It's been a long time. And now I'd like you to leave."

"It's Malfoy, isn't it? I shouldn't have picked him. That fucking prick!"

Harry raised a hand. "No, it's not. It was very eye-opening to be treated like an equal partner for once, but I had already planned to speak with you tonight, see if you would listen to me one last time. It's clear you're not going to and I don't want to try anymore."

"This… you're going to be sorry, Harry. You're going to be so fucking sorry when you see your face on the cover of the Prophet, and the whole world is going to know what a pathetic little cockslut you are."

"Try it. I really don't care anymore. Just get out, or I'll have you escorted out."

Simon laughed harshly. "By who?"

"A group of gingers who have no problem hiding a body. And that's if I don't just hex you into oblivion first myself. I'm still Harry Potter, you stupid bastard, and even though I let you walk all over me for awhile I still know my way around a wand. Get out."

Simon gathered his clothes and turned back to Harry, face twisted in anger. "You're going to regret this, I promise you."

"The only thing I'm going to regret is that I waited so long to leave you. In the beginning I thought you were someone I could spend the foreseeable future with, but it's clear I was mistaken."

"I guess you were, because I'd have gotten tired of you before long anyway." Simon yanked his trousers up and fastened them. "You're nothing special. You think you are because of your name, but you aren't."

"No, that's what you thought. I like who I am, and I almost forgot that with you."

"You were really that unhappy?" Simon's hands stilled on the buttons of his shirt. "I made you that miserable?"

"Sometimes," Harry replied honestly. "Not always, but this – our sex life – this has ruined it all. I hate the way you treat me and I'm done."

"It's just sex. Surely if you care about me –"

"It goes beyond sex when you refuse to listen to me or take my needs into consideration. And I think we both deserve a sexual relationship we're happy with, don't you?"

Simon frowned. "Well… you're going to change your mind, of course. And if you're lucky I'll take you back."

"Right." Harry rolled his eyes. "And here I thought you were actually listening. Good-bye, Simon."

It was with extreme relief that Harry reset his wards once Simon was gone, and when he lay down to sleep he recalled the way Draco's eyes had darkened when he'd defended Harry. He drifted off with a smile on his face.

~~

"I feel liberated." Harry speared a strawberry with his fork. "You should have seen his face."

"I'd prefer to never see his face again." Hermione sipped her tea. "I'm so glad you got away from him, Harry. We could tell you were unhappy."

"I helped." Ron puffed his chest out proudly. "I told him he needed to get rid of the bastard. I told him he deserved better. And look, now he's done it!"

"Well done." Hermione rolled her eyes affectionately. "I'm sure Harry's decision was entirely based on a conversation you had over a few pints."

"He did help." Harry smiled. "But it was something that's been brewing, and then… last night really pushed me over the edge."

"Was it bad?" Ron patted his arm in sympathy. "Did he bring another bloke in, then?"

"Yes. And thank Merlin he did."

"Was it the man of your dreams, like you hoped?" Ron grinned.

"Actually…" Harry bit his lip. "Maybe."

"Really? I was kidding."

"I wasn't. You guys, he was incredible. He was so kind to me, and I thought he was going to kick Simon's arse when Simon started in with the degrading names he likes to call me. He told me I deserved better."

"I told you that too. First, even," Ron reminded him.

"I know, Ron. He told me he'd help me get out. I think he was under the impression Simon's more dangerous than he is. Outside the bedroom he's not nearly so sure of himself."

"So do you like him, this bloke?"

"Yes, I do."

Hermione sighed. "Harry, you really don't need to rush into a new relationship."

"I haven't rushed into anything. I'm just saying that he was very good to me."

"But he was still there, wasn't he? And did Simon pull his usual line, advertising who you are?"

"Yes, but –"

"So that means he wanted to sleep with Harry Potter, same as all the rest." She shook her head. "Are you certain you'd like to be involved with someone like that? He was playing along with Simon. That doesn't make him much better."

"It's different."

"How?"

"It's… I know him, all right?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You know him now, or you knew him already?"

"Already. Stop with the interrogation, all right?" He scowled at her.

"Who was it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I'd say it does."

Ron patted Hermione's arm. "Let him be, love."

"I just want to know!"

"It was Draco, all right?" Harry snapped. "Happy?"

"Draco?" Hermione's eyes widened. "Really?"

"I was surprised, too, but it's true. It was like every fantasy I've ever had come to life." Harry dropped his head into his hands. "Except Simon was there, of course. God, he was perfect. So brilliant in bed and so nice."

"That's… interesting." Ron grimaced. "And you've wanted him for ages."

"Not ages. Just, you know, since the trials and all. So, like, five or six years." Harry laughed. "And there he was, standing right in my living room. He knew it was me. Simon told him when he approached him. So what does that mean?"

"What does it mean that a man who's never been impressed by your fame took up an offer to sleep with you, and defended you when your boyfriend treated you poorly? Offered to help you leave him?" Hermione was nearly bouncing in her seat with excitement. "It means he wants you, too!"

"It does seem that way." Harry twisted his napkin between his hands. "I want to contact him. I just needed to end things with Simon, and I wanted to do it on my own terms. With no help."

"I understand."

"Mate, if you date him, do we have to see him too?" Ron asked. "I mean, we never saw much of Simon…"

"I'm hoping things with Draco will work out a little better than that, so I hope you'll agree to spend time with him."

"Of course we will." Hermione elbowed Ron. "Are you going to contact him today?"

"Suddenly I'm not moving too fast?" Harry replied with a grin.

"It's different! You already knew him, and you like him, and he obviously cares about you."

"But I haven't seen him in years. It's just that he changed so much. I haven't been able to get him out of my head."

"And there's no way he could feel the same?" Hermione challenged. "Don't talk yourself out of this. It's clear he wants more with you."

"Yeah, and he did mention a next time." Harry stood. "Mind if I borrow an owl? I'd like to write him."

"You know where to find them."

Ron pointed to the window. "You don't need to go far. I'll bet this is for you."

Harry glanced outside and took in the sight of a large eagle owl hovering on the other side of the glass, parcel dangling from his talons. "I'll just let him in, then."

The bird accepted the treats Harry offered him and perched on the back of a chair while Harry opened the box. He blushed furiously and closed it again.

"What is it?" Hermione said, voice impatient. "It's from him, right? That's his bird, isn't it?"

"Calm down." Ron patted his wife's hand.

"It's… er, personal." Harry pulled a letter from the box, a smile blooming across his face as he read.

Harry,

I had a wonderful time with you last night. I want to see you again and I want it to be just the two of us. You deserve better, and whether or not you'll allow me to give you that I hope you'll start thinking of yourself.

I would love to use these with you. More specifically, I want you to use them on me, and then I want you to fuck me. And then I want another taste of your gorgeous arse, and your incredible mouth, and your delectable cock – which is far more than just "decent," by the way. Are you getting the picture yet?

I want you, Harry.

Yours,
DM

Harry swallowed and dropped shaking hands to his lap. "Wow," he rasped.

"Handcuffs?" Hermione shrieked, pulling them out of the box she'd snatched.

"Give me those!" Harry grabbed them back.

"I think the bird is waiting for your reply," Ron pointed out. "And I don't want to know what that letter says, in case you'd decided to share."

"I do!" Hermione reached for it and Harry stuffed it into his pocket.

"No. Can I borrow some parchment?"

Hermione huffed and got to her feet. "Oh, fine. You're no fun."

Dear Draco,

Thank you for last night. You were incredibly kind to me and I would like to see you again, and to thank you in person for that and for the very interesting package I just received. Are you free today?

Yours,
Harry

~~

Harry,

The Floo is open to you. I'll be waiting.

Eagerly yours,
Draco

~~

Harry was nervous as he stepped into the Floo. Draco was clearly open to… something, but he didn't know what to expect and he knew they needed to talk.

"Harry." Draco greeted him as he stepped into the room. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Very good."

"Glad to hear it." Draco motioned to the sofa. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, thanks."

"All right." Draco sat beside him. "So."

"So," Harry echoed. "I wanted to thank you. You were really great last night."

"It's no problem."

"Right. Um. Look, the thing is, I slept so well last night. Better than I have in ages."

"Why is that?"

"Probably because I got rid of the bastard I was dating and had the best fuck of my life all in one night."

Draco's lips curved. "The best, hmm?"

"By far." Harry took a deep breath and moved closer. "I really enjoyed your gift."

"Did you." Draco laid his hand on Harry's knee. "I was hoping you'd be amenable to my suggestions."

"Oh, I am."

"And you really left him?"

Harry smiled. "I really did. Felt brilliant, too."

"Can I ask… how did you get involved with a bastard like that in the first place?"

"It's complicated." He sighed. "Or, maybe it's not. I don't know. I met him at a party, we hit it off, we started dating. We clicked right away and I really, really liked him. Fell in love with him before long."

"So what happened?"

"The sex was good, at first. But then he asked me one night if I'd consider bringing in another man. I thought that he meant a threesome, and I wasn't really comfortable with it but he kept asking and telling me that it was his ultimate fantasy, et cetera…" Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I thought it'd be a one time thing. Might even be fun, right? So I agreed."

"And it just kept happening?"

"Pretty much. He invited a bloke in that he knew from work and I didn't know what to expect, but I certainly didn't anticipate that he'd just sit and watch. And the man was pretty rough with me, which Simon really got off on. So much so that he begin to incorporate it into our alone time, and you saw last night how he became."

Draco frowned. "I don't mean to sound insensitive, but… you didn't tell him to stop?"

"I… no. Not at first. It seemed to make him really happy, and after the first time it was weeks before he asked to invite someone else in again. I just sort of ignored the name-calling and then it got rougher and… I don't know, it all snowballed and I couldn't seem to find a way to make him stop. Plus, I really liked him, you know?" Harry shook his head. "I feel really pathetic."

"Don't. It happens. What matters is that you got out."

"I wanted to leave with you last night." Harry met his eyes. "I had planned to have it out with him, though, and everything with you just encouraged me to end it. I needed to do it on my own."

"I understand." Draco's hand caressed Harry's thigh, and Harry shivered.

"My turn now." Harry moved a little closer. "Why were you even there? You knew it was me, that I was his lover."

"That's why I came." Draco flushed. "Potter… Harry… I have to admit, I've sort of been harboring a bit of something for you since the war. You saved my life, and you spoke for us at the trial… somewhere in there I stopped hating you and started wanting you. I'd heard rumors about you sleeping around under your boyfriend's watchful eye, so when he approached me…"

"Rumors?" Harry frowned. "I guess I thought it wasn't getting around since I never saw anything in the Prophet, and they never hesitated to highlight me in the past. I've barely seen anything about myself in the past couple of years, though, and it's been wonderful. I fear that will all be coming to an end because he told me he's going to the Prophet about me. Retaliation for dumping him and all."

"You won't see anything in the paper about it."

"How? They'll eat it up."

Draco grinned. "I own the Prophet. Bought it two years ago."

Understanding crossed Harry's face. "So that's why…"

"I thought it was the least I could do. Some of those blokes wanted to talk, but I didn't print any of it. I wasn't sure if it was even true, but either way I felt I owed it to you to keep it quiet. If that's what you wanted, then you deserved to have your privacy about it same as anyone else, and if they were all liars…"

"Thank you." Harry grasped Draco's hand. "I… it wasn't what I wanted, and I hate that I agreed to any of it, and…"

"I know. So let him try to sell us a story – in fact, I hope he does. I'd love to see him again." Draco's grin had turned feral.

"I really appreciate that. Sorry, I interrupted you before."

"Well, I wasn't sure if it was true, that it was really you, so I agreed to come. I thought that either I'd get to blast him for lying about it or I'd get the chance to sleep with you, and maybe convince you to see me again. I didn't know he'd be such an utter prick, but he seemed like a bastard so I thought I'd take the chance." Draco shrugged. "But I'd have left if you didn't want to be with me."

"I know. I… this is all a bit surreal. Everything we did, and being here now…"

"I won't push for anything you aren't ready for, but I can promise you that I don't care for name-calling, I don't think rough sex is all that exciting if my partner isn't into it, and no one else fucks my partner while I'm with him. I want to make it clear – I want you, but I want you exclusively. Malfoys don't share well, and this Malfoy in particular doesn't do casual." Draco rubbed the back of Harry's hand with his thumb. "I'll understand if you're not ready for something new yet, of course."

"I am!" Harry blurted. "I mean… I suppose part of the reason I stayed with Simon so long is that I like being half of a couple. I hate the single scene – I don't know what the hell I'm doing, and I feel like an idiot if I try to chat up a bloke. I hate starting over. And, well…"

"Yes?"

"I've had – how did you put it? 'A bit of something' for you, as well, ever since I saw you last. You've changed. I like it."

"I'm glad." Draco rose and straddled Harry's lap, earning a startled gasp in return. "I'm ready to kiss you now. It's been bloody forever."

"It's been since last night." Harry's laugh was breathy. "But I know what you mean."

"Good." Draco's mouth descended on Harry's and they arched into each other, reveling in the opportunity to kiss and touch for as long as they desired.

They made their way to the bedroom gradually, pieces of clothing landing in various spots along the way. Harry delighted in the sweetness of Draco's caresses, and when Draco lifted his legs in offering Harry sank into the gorgeous arse before him without hesitation.

The moved together, pausing to kiss from time to time and building speed as they went along. Harry got to his knees when his balls were beginning to tighten and he thrust into Draco again and again as his orgasm reached the peak of its crescendo. When he opened his eyes he looked down at Draco's smiling face and dripping erection.

"Sorry," he managed, embarrassment spreading throughout his chest. "You didn't come… I…"

"You were bloody beautiful. Don't apologize. I would like to come, though, and if you'd be so kind…" Draco licked his lips and Harry grinned.

"Absolutely." He bent to capture Draco's cock in his mouth and sucked, reveling in the taste of his lover. It didn't take long for Draco to buck and flood his mouth with hot release.

"Stay?" Draco asked once Harry was settled beside him. "I'll be up for another round in awhile, if you are."

"Oh, yeah."

"Next time, I'd like to ride you. If that's all right with you."

Harry groaned. "So all right with me."

"And I hope you won't object to a nice, hot bath afterward. Together."

"No objections."

"Anything else you'd like to do tonight?"

"All of that. And then maybe we could talk some more – catch up on the past few years. Get to know each other again. Differently this time."

"Sounds wonderful." Draco took Harry's hand and his breathing evened soon after as he fell asleep.

As he drifted off, Harry thought with a smile that starting over wasn't too bad after all.

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Love it love it love it love it love it!!!

Draco is just plain awesome; I'm glad Harry sees this too. & I'm very glad that he's done with Simon. What an ass!

Great story! Thanks for sharing! :)

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