Draco and Harry: Escorts

Chapter Two

The door was hard against Harry's back and Draco was hard against his front--hard and warm and trembling with tightly-leashed tension. Harry gladly succumbed to Draco's heady onslaught. Malfoy felt incredible. They had been apart mere hours, but the strain had made it seem much longer.

Draco's kiss was sweet torture, fanning Harry's smoldering desire. He fought the feeling. Draco's hands--oh God, his hands--roamed over Harry's trembling form and rose to the neck of his shirt. The motion snapped Harry out of his growing fog of longing.

"No!" he gasped. "No, not the--"

It was too late. The sound of buttons falling was muted by the carpet, except one that pinged off the door.

"--shirt," Harry finished lamely.

"It's my shirt," Draco murmured, nuzzling Harry's chest revealed by the open fabric. It was true. All of Harry's clothes were back in London.

"We can't... do this," Harry gasped.

"I know," Draco breathed, but his hand did not cease their movement. "I just like to torment you."

"You are beyond evil," Harry said. Draco dragged him to the bed and Harry lay back with a soft moan of defeat. Malfoy removed Harry's boots and tossed them aside before unfastening his jeans and sliding those off as well.

Draco stripped down to his boxers and then crawled onto the bed and lay beside Harry. He threw an arm over Potter's chest and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight, then," Draco said sweetly.

Harry fairly gnashed his teeth in frustration. The Slytherin had brought Harry to the brink of exploding with need and now he planned to just drop off to sleep?

"You are abominable," Harry gritted.

"Now, Harry, the walls are thin and this bed creaks terribly. We can't disturb the Weasleys, you know."

"I really hate you."

Draco chuckled. "Some things never change. Now go to sleep. If you can."

Eventually, Harry did, wrapped in Draco's embrace.

ooOoo

Harry woke up alone. The blankets from the unused cot were neatly folded and a fresh shirt had been laid out for Harry. As he tugged his clothes on, he smelled food cooking, so he padded barefoot down the hall, tugging the larger tangles from his hair with his fingers.

Draco grinned at him from the stove.

"You know, they have these magical devices commonly known as combs," Malfoy commented.

"So I've been told."

"You can borrow mine, if you'd like."

"I wouldn't dream of defiling such a sacred object. Why are you cooking?"

"Because I'd rather starve than eat anther meal prepared by Granger."

"Oh really?" Hermione asked archly from the doorway.

"Absolutely," Draco replied vehemently. Harry sighed and yanked at his hair again, knowing it was going to be a very long day.

Hermione ignored Malfoy after that, but none of them could complain about his incredible breakfast. Harry set the kitchen to rights and Malfoy went outside to wait. Ron and Hermione scurried about performing last minute chores and gathering items.

They were in the air by 8 o'clock. The weather was cooperative, for once, cloudless and warm.

Draco took the lead, although Harry was careful not to let him get too far ahead. He hung back with Ron and Hermione and told them a very abridged tale of his first trip with Draco. Even after leaving out volumes of detail, it was an interesting story of carnivorous canyons, dryads, centaurs, and serpents.

Hermione rode with Ron because she despised flying. Draco's steady look at Harry had been silent witness to his disapproval--it was safer for each traveler to ride alone--but he said nothing. Hermione had brought the items from the Malfoy library and lamented that she could not read them while flying.

Harry nearly suggested they stop off at Malfoy Manor in order to give her time to do some real research, but he did not think Draco was quite ready to have his least favorite Gryffindors tromping through his mansion, even in its current state of renovation.

They ran into a single threat on the way to London; the same pack of dementors Harry had shredded on his way to find Draco. The three Gryffindors cast Patronus spells, but Malfoy shot a horrifying burst of jagged purple light that seemed to detonate each dark creature it contacted.

"What was that?" Hermione asked Harry, who scowled. Draco hated to cast a Patronus, preferring more permanent solutions.

"He calls it a Disruptor," Harry replied reluctantly.

"What does it do?" she asked and Harry shrugged, not willing to answer. Basically, it killed dementors and pretty much every other dark creature Malfoy used it on. They had argued about Draco's use of deadly force time and again, but the only resolution they ever reached was namecalling. Harry would label Draco a bloodthirsty, soulless, insensitive, malicious tyrant, and Malfoy would retort that Potter was a candy-coated, idealistic, naive, asinine nancy-boy and that would be the end of the discussion.

They reached Harry's house in early afternoon after taking a convoluted route through London. It would have been faster to take a Muggle cab, but the hassle of trying to convince Malfoy of that fact would likely have cancelled any time saving.

Tonks and Lupin heard them enter and hurried into the entry hall to greet them. Tonks gave Harry an exuberant hug and then did the same to Draco, causing Ron and Hermione to blink in surprise.

"Good to see you, cousin," she said happily and kissed Malfoy on the cheek. Draco rolled his eyes, but Harry could tell by the set of his mouth that he was pleased. It still surprised him, on occasion, that someone who appeared so straightforwardly egocentric on the outside could have so many layers of varied emotion beneath the surface.

"Nice hair," Malfoy commented. Tonks grinned. Her hair was as platinum-blonde as Draco's and cut attractively, although it was a bit longer than usual.

"It's French," she said in a stage whisper. She greeted Hermione and Ron happily and Lupin shook hands all around--leaving out Draco, of course. Malfoy was still something of a bigoted arse when it came to werewolves, although he and Remus got on well enough these days.

They all gathered around the kitchen table for tea and Lupin looked pointedly at Harry.

"Would you care to explain the items currently piled haphazardly in the parlour? One can barely walk in there edgewise. And what do you plan to do with an Amulet of Demon Summoning?"

Harry had not yet thought of a plausible excuse for the huge number of Dark Arts items he had purchased from Borgin and Burkes in exchange for information on Draco's whereabouts.

"They're mine," Draco said. "I'll be moving them to Malfoy Manor as soon as I finish the antechamber where they will be stored."

Lupin wisely refrained from comment.

"What's with the buttons?" Tonks asked and gestured to a pile of small objects on the center of the table. "I found six in the hall and two on the stairs." Harry's gaze flew to Draco, who grinned wickedly. He hoped Malfoy would speak up with another plausible lie, but this time he seemed content to watch Harry squirm.

"Spilled a packet," Harry said lamely.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked Tonks. Harry thought it was a damned odd question--as far as he knew, Tonks wasn't ill. Unaccountably, Tonks blushed.

"I'm great." She looked directly at Harry and went on, "No morning sickness or anything."

Hermione sighed happily. "Oh, it's so exciting!"

Harry's mind slowly replayed the conversation and Draco's rich laugh rang through the room.

"Congratulations, cousin," Draco said. Harry blinked at Tonks and she grinned.

"Yep, Remus is going to be a daddy." She patted Lupin's hand affectionately and Remus smiled at her. Harry scowled.

"How did Hermione know? I live here and she knew before I did?"

Tonks threw a guilty look at Hermione.

"We weren't sure how you'd feel about us living here. With an infant, you know. The noise, the bother..."

"Of course I still want you to live here!" Harry said angrily. "Did you think I would toss you into the street?"

Tonks looked guilty.

"Of course not. I just...well, you don't need us here anymore. You have your powers back... and now you have a job, which you seem to enjoy."

"Are you saying you want to move?" Harry was getting confused.

"No, Harry," Remus said quickly. "We love being here with you and we'll gladly stay as long as you'll have us. We just want to be sure we haven't worn out our welcome, as it were."

Harry was relieved.

"Hell, no. I don't want you to leave. Sirius would love the idea of you two being here. And why would I want to be alone in this monstrous mausoleum, anyway? I like having the company."

Tonks hurried around the table and hugged him impulsively. She planted a noisy kiss on his cheek.

"Oh, Harry, you're the best! I guess I was being an idiot."

He nodded. "I guess so." Then the news sank in and he grinned at her foolishly. "I'm going to be an uncle! Sort of." Harry hugged her and laughed at Lupin. The mood turned rather festive after that and they cracked open a bottle of champagne. Even Tonks had a couple of sips while she and Malfoy prepared dinner. Harry caught Draco watching him enigmatically a couple of times and he wondered what the Slytherin was thinking.

Lupin and Tonks kept them entertained throughout the meal with tales of their time on the Continent, which thankfully kept Malfoy and the Weasleys from verbally drawing blood.

After dinner, the Lupins withdrew to their room--actually, Harry had given them the entire third floor--and Harry took Ron and Hermione up to the fourth floor, for once thankful that the five-story house had a multitude of bedrooms to choose from.

Harry occupied the second floor--with Draco when he was in residence. He made sure Ron and Hermione were settled, gave goodnight hugs, and hurried back downstairs to find Draco waiting in the front hall, looking uncomfortable.

"I should go home," Draco said.

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Home? You mean the Museum of Modern Ice? That horrible, virginal flat of yours?"

Draco scowled. "What's wrong with it?"

"I'll compile a list for you. Just come upstairs." Harry thought he did a decent job keeping the desperation out of his voice. Draco shook his head.

"All your friends are here. You're not alone now. All these people--they are making me a bit claustrophobic."

Harry stepped forward and put a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Please stay." So much for not sounding desperate. Draco shut his eyes and Harry knew he was already wavering. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against Malfoy's neck. "Please."

Draco groaned and Harry smiled in triumph as Malfoy's arms went around him and crushed him in an ardent embrace.

"Fine, but I'm going back to Malfoy Manor tomorrow."

Harry would deal with that problem later. For now, he just wanted Draco upstairs in his room--in his bed.

Harry slipped out of Malfoy's arms, but grabbed his hand and led him up the steps to Harry's room. The instant the door was shut and latched behind them Harry turned and bonded his lips to Draco's. He attacked Malfoy like a starved animal and chuckled when he tore Draco's shirt open in a frenzy.

Malfoy's eyes glinted at him in burnished amusement.

"A bit eager tonight, are we?" he asked.

"Remember last night?" Harry growled.

Draco groaned. "Must you always get revenge?"

"When it involves you? Yes."

He unbuckled Draco's belt and slid a hand into his pants. Draco drew in a sharp breath.

"Lord, revenge really is sweet," Malfoy whispered.

Harry laughed softly. He used his free hand to pull Draco's buttonless shirt off. For once, Malfoy did not pop Harry's buttons; he merely grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt and dragged it straight up over his head.

The cuffs, however, were too tight to slide off without unfastening, which left Harry partially trapped in the material. He had enough movement to put his hands on Draco's hips and loosen his trousers, which dropped around his ankles. Harry laughed when he realized Draco still wore his boots--now his slacks were stuck like Harry's shirt.

ooOoo

Draco sighed. He did not feel like shuffling over to the bed--Malfoys did not shuffle, for one thing--so he undid Harry's jeans and pushed them down instead. Harry stepped out of them easily and a bit smugly; as usual, he was barefoot. His briefs followed and then Draco spun him around. He pressed his chest against Harry's back and rubbed his hands over Potter's soft skin. Harry's head fell back against Draco's shoulder and Malfoy nibbled the side of his neck, grinning when Harry sighed with pleasure.

Draco's hands drew downward and grabbed Harry's hipbones to pull him closer. Harry's tight ass felt fantastic against Draco's hard shaft.

Harry struggled to get his hands out of the shirt, but Draco snagged the material and pulled it up to hook the shirt behind Potter's neck, effectively trapping Harry's hands close to his head.

"What are you doing?" Harry breathed.

For reply, Malfoy guided Harry's knees open with one booted foot.

"Just lean back."

Draco conjured a handful of lubricant--silent, wandless magic Harry envied no small amount--and smoothed it over the length of Harry's hard member. Potter's breath hissed in sharply and Draco felt a tremor shake the length of his body.

He cast the same spell and this time applied it to himself before bending his knees slightly. Keeping his left hand firmly on Harry's cock, Draco thrust himself gently into Harry from behind, delighting in the shudder of pleasure that rocked the Gryffindor's frame.

Draco straightened, lifting Harry to the balls of his feet. He gasped and clutched at the only thing he could reach with bound hands--Draco's head. Harry's palms cupped Draco's jaw and Malfoy leaned his head forward until his cheek touched Harry's. Draco wanted to hear every whimpering gasp Potter made as Draco rocked him to his toes and back over and over.

Malfoy tried to keep his left hand moving in cadence--he didn't want to neglect Harry, though from Potter's actions, he wasn't feeling neglected at all. Harry's hands became almost painfully twisted in Draco's hair and every gasping breath became a repetitious chant of Draco's name, which may have been the hottest sound Malfoy had ever heard.

Harry's head tipped back and his back arched, nearly sending Draco over the edge. Draco's right hand was clamped over Harry's chest, gripping him tightly to keep them both from falling. He could feel Harry's heart hammering madly. Potter gave a harsh gasp that was almost a yelp and then came with an immense shudder. The sensation shattered the last of Draco's control and he bit Harry's jaw gently to keep from crying out as his own orgasm shook him.

They stood, trembling and panting, as the sweat began to cool on their skin. Draco unimpaled Harry and trailed his hands over the wetness on Harry's torso. Potter's hand loosened in Draco's hair, but did not completely let go.

"Bath?" Draco murmured.

"Last time it took us two hours to bathe," Harry said.

"You kept distracting me." Draco lifted the rumpled shirt from behind Harry's head and helped him extricate his hands. Potter knelt and pulled off Draco's boots before tugging his trousers away at last.

"A very short bath," Harry said with a grin.

They were tired enough to stick to business, so in less than twenty minutes they lay in Harry's bed, clean and slightly damp.

Draco's head lay on Harry's chest and he listened to the slow thump of Potter's heart. Harry's hand idly brushed Draco's shoulders. Malfoy had never known such contentment. It still amazed him at times, when he allowed himself to analyze it.

Harry Potter, the bane of his existence.

"Draco? I..."

Malfoy waited, but Harry seemed to have lost his words.

"You what, Potter?"

Harry sighed. "Never mind." Potter's hands tightened for a moment on Draco's skin and Malfoy shifted slightly to press a kiss on Harry's smooth chest."

"Goodnight, Chosen One."

"Goodnight, Draco."