- Rating:
- R
- House:
- Schnoogle
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
- Genres:
- Romance Slash
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
- Stats:
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Published: 06/17/2003Updated: 07/25/2005Words: 99,146Chapters: 29Hits: 317,001
Second Chances
kishijoten
- Story Summary:
- For the first time in over a decade, Harry Potter crosses paths with Draco Malfoy. Both have changed a great deal, but what do those changes mean to them - and to each other? **slash**
Chapter 16
- Chapter Summary:
- For the first time in over a decade, Harry Potter crosses paths with Draco Malfoy. Both have changed a great deal, but what do those changes mean to them - and to each other? **slash**
- Posted:
- 11/20/2003
- Hits:
- 9,074
- Author's Note:
- My deepest gratitude to MissCora. *hugs*
Harry arrived at the Malfoy home precisely on time for the twins' birthday party. He smoothed the front of his shirt self-consciously before ringing the door chime. For many long moments, nothing happened. Just as he was debating ringing the chime again, however, the door flew open and Harry found himself face to face with Draco.
"You're early," Draco said, trying to force the idiotic grin from his face.
"I am not," Harry replied, taking in the sight before him. "You're an utter mess. What is that?" he asked, gesturing vaguely at the creamy white substance that was spattered across Draco's tee shirt, smeared on his face, and streaked through his hair.
"Pasta sauce," Draco answered, ushering Harry inside. "Sera wanted to try her hand at Muggle cooking, and it was a bit of a disaster," he explained, wiping sauce from his forehead with the hem of his shirt.
Harry laughed. "You're only making it worse," he said, setting the children's gifts aside and reaching for his wand.
"Leave it," Draco said dismissively. "I'm likely to get messy again. I've got to go and clean up our disaster and see if I can get Sera to stop crying." He huffed out a breath. "Damien's in the front room watching some horrid Muggle film. You can join him, if you like."
"I have a better plan," Harry said, leaning forward to lick a spot of sauce from the corner of Draco's mouth. "You go and get cleaned up, and I'll take care of Sera and the mess you two made," he suggested, unbuttoning and turning up his sleeves.
"You shouldn't have to," Draco began.
"I don't have to, but I want to. Go on now. I think I can find the kitchen on my own," Harry insisted.
Draco acquiesced, kissing Harry lightly before dashing up the stairs to shower and change. Harry watched him go, marveling at how good the other man looked in baggy lounge pants and a battered tee shirt with his hair tumbling messily from the elastic that held it back from his face. Shaking himself slightly, Harry stepped into the dining room and followed the sound of Adrian's voice to the kitchen.
Harry paused in the doorway, watching Draco's children. Seraphine was curled into a kitchen chair, crying against her bent knees; she was drenched in pasta sauce, the same as Draco. Adrian was hugging her tightly and speaking soothingly, assuring her that she hadn't ruined the birthday party and everything would be all right if she would just stop crying.
Brandishing his wand, Harry cleaned up the mess, wondering to himself how they had managed to make the sauce erupt from the pot in the manner of a volcano. Sera looked up at the sound, staring in utter mortification at her professor. Harry just gave her an understanding smile as he moved to sit next to her.
"It isn't as easy as you might think, is it?" he asked, reaching out to brush away the girl's tears.
"No, sir," Sera replied shakily.
"None of that," Harry chided gently. "We're not at school, so none of this 'sir' or 'professor' business. I'm just Harry."
Sera gave him a watery smile, and Adrian beamed at Harry over his sister's shoulder.
"Your dad told me you had a bit of a problem with dinner. Now, as I see it, we've three options..."
"Go out for dinner, let Dad cook, or starve," Sera interrupted, her voice a disturbing mixture of bitterness and forced joviality.
"Go out for dinner, use magic, or simply try again," Harry corrected. "I happen to know a little bit about Muggle cooking."
"You'll teach me?" Sera asked, looking up at him hopefully.
"Of course I will," Harry replied, squeezing her hand.
*
When Draco came downstairs from his shower, he found Harry and all three of his children in the kitchen. Harry had the kids hard at work alongside him, and he was entertaining them with some story about a Quidditch game he had seen. Damien was spellbound, enthralled with the vivid images Harry was painting with his words. Adrian seemed to be trying to stick as closely as possible to Harry's side, while Sera remained intent on her task, wanting to make certain there were no more disasters.
Draco crossed the kitchen, letting his hand brush the small of Harry's back as he walked by. "Are things going a little better now?" he asked, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly.
Sera smiled up at him. "Much," she confirmed.
"Good," Draco replied. He watched the four of them working for a moment, marveling at the way Adrian treated the salad vegetables as if they were potion ingredients, chopping and dicing them just so. The precise movements of his small hands made him seem more like a miniature adult than a child, and the image of his children growing into adults before his eyes made him uneasy. Hoping to earn a reaction from his son, he plucked a bit of chopped tomato from in front of Adrian.
"Dad!" Adrian cried indignantly, swatting at his father's hand.
"That's for dinner," Sera reprimanded him primly. "Get your hands out of it, and make yourself useful. Go and set the table or something."
Grinning, Draco kissed his daughter on top of her head. He decided it would be wise to do as he was told.
Dinner was a relaxed affair. The five of them chatted comfortably over the meal and the birthday cake that followed. When the last of the food had been cleared away, the boys dug into their gifts in a flurry of torn paper and exclamations.
After the last of the gifts had been opened, and those present thanked repeatedly, Damien settled back into his chair with a slight frown. "I don't mean to sound greedy," he said, "but didn't Grandfather send us anything? I knew he wasn't going to be here, but I thought he would at least send our presents."
"He did," Draco replied tersely. "However, I felt that his choice of gifts was inappropriate, so I sent them back."
Damien's face fell. "I can't believe you did that," he said sadly.
Draco sighed. "Damien, I did what I thought best for you. Your Grandmother agreed that the gifts were inappropriate, and she promised to remedy the situation. I didn't do it to upset you or hurt you."
"Was it something like the last gift he gave me?" Adrian asked, his eyes wide and frightened.
"Yes," Draco replied quietly.
Adrian shuddered and crossed his arms across his chest. A moment later, Harry had moved to hold the boy, cradling Adrian's head against his chest.
"There were useful potions in that book," Damien argued. "It isn't Grandfather's fault that you chose to dose yourself with one of the bad ones."
"Damien, how can you say that?" Sera asked, horrified.
"There is not going to be an argument about this, Damien," Draco said coolly. "At least not tonight."
Damien glanced at their guest, and at his brother who was clinging to Harry and looking very frightened. He sighed. "I'm sorry, Adrian. I didn't mean to upset you," he said honestly.
"Not your fault," Adrian replied in a near whisper. "It's just really scary, thinking you're going to die. I don't like remembering that."
"You're safe now, Adrian," Harry said soothingly. "One day, you'll be able to remember without being so frightened. Things are going to get better."
"It is scary," Damien agreed quietly, thinking of the day he'd been attacked by the thestral. "I don't like remembering, either." He rose silently and left the dining room.
Sera glanced at her brother across the table. "I'm going to go fight with Damien over what movie to watch. Do you want to help?"
Drawing away from Harry, he gave his sister a half-hearted smile. "Okay."
As the two children disappeared into the foyer, Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Gentle hands began to massage his neck and back. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax under Harry's ministrations. Then he sat back, caressing Harry's cheek and giving him a very tight smile.
"I'm not going to deal with this tonight," Draco said. "I'm not even going to think about my father. I'm going to be in a good mood for the boys, even if it kills me."
So saying, he rose and led Harry to the front room.
Damien and Sera were already sprawled on the floor in front of the television, watching the opening credits of some movie or other. Adrian had placed himself in the dead center of the sofa and was alternating his attention between the television screen and the book in his hand, which Harry recognised as one of the ones he had given the boy for his birthday. Harry and Draco took up positions on either side of Adrian, and the boy looked up, glancing from one man to the other for a moment before snuggling against Harry.
A few hours later, Draco finally insisted that the children go up to bed. Adrian had long since fallen asleep with his head in Harry's lap and had been more asleep than awake when he hugged Harry and Draco and shuffled off to his bedroom. Sera was more than ready to say goodnight as well, but Damien balked.
"But Dad, its summer hols," he reasoned. "And it's my birthday. Can't I stay up a little bit longer?"
"Actually, as of nine minutes ago, it is no longer your birthday," Draco replied.
"Please, Dad?" Damien begged.
Draco changed tacks. "You may stay up as late as you like, but no more television."
With a long-suffering sigh, Damien turned off the telly, hugged his dad, and said his goodnights. As soon as he was safely out of the room, Draco grinned at Harry. "I had a feeling that would convince him."
Harry stood then, and for a moment Draco was certain that he was going to make his excuses and head home for the night. To his surprise, Harry toed off his shoes and knelt on the sofa straddling Draco's lap. "I have been wanting to do this all night," he said, leaning down for a kiss.
"So have I," Draco admitted. He cupped the back of Harry's head with one hand, bringing their mouths together once again. With his other hand, he began to unbutton Harry's shirt.
Harry let his hands slide beneath Draco's tee shirt as he worked his mouth down his lover's jaw line pausing to suck gently on the pulse point in his throat. With a feral growl that sent shivers down Harry's spine, Draco slid his hands down to grip the other man's hips and pull him closer. Harry lost his concentration then, digging his fingers into the soft skin of Draco's belly and panting against the smooth column of his throat.
"Upstairs," Draco commanded.
Pausing only to retrieve his shoes, Harry followed Draco upstairs to his bedroom. The moment the door closed behind them, Draco spun around and pressed Harry back against the door, trailing kisses over his neck and down the stripe of skin that showed between the open halves of his shirt. Harry mewled and raised his hands to Draco's shoulders, but Draco pushed them down again and slid his hands up Harry's arms to slip the shirt from his shoulders. He stripped off his own, as well, and then the tables were turned. Draco's back was to the wall, and Harry was in control, his mouth mapping Draco's pale skin. Harry's tongue traced a line of fire down the smooth column of Draco's throat, drawing a desperate groan from the blond. His teeth nipped along Draco's collarbone, and Draco's hands fisted in his hair. Draco mewled softly in protest and tugged at Harry's hair when Harry pulled away for a moment to cast his glasses aside. Then Harry sank to his knees, his hands making quick work of the button and zip of Draco's jeans. The hunger in the verdant eyes peering up at him was almost more than Draco could bear; he'd never wanted anyone the way that he wanted Harry in that moment. When Harry took Draco into his mouth, his gaze still locked with Draco's, it was all the blond could do to remain standing; his knees went weak and threatened to buckle, and he was glad the wall was there for support.
"Harry..I..oh god..." he muttered incoherently. Then he gave up trying to talk, trying to slow things down, and gave himself over to the sheer bliss that was Harry's mouth. It was over quickly, and Draco was biting down on his own fist to muffle his pleasured cry as his legs gave way beneath him and Harry eased him to the floor.
He lay there for a moment, panting. As his heart rate began to slow again, he became aware of Harry's naked body pressed to his side. Gathering the other man into his arms, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you," he murmured.
"You're welcome," Harry whispered. He kissed Draco, then, a long, slow, leisurely kiss.
"I think I see what all the fuss is about, now," Draco said, letting his hands glide over the smooth skin of Harry's back.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down into Draco's eyes.
"Nothing," Draco said dismissively, reaching up to caress Harry's cheek.
"Tell me what you meant," Harry said, running his palm lightly over Draco's nipples.
"I told you once what a selfish bastard Pucey was in bed," Draco replied distractedly, more interested in his body's reaction to Harry's touch than in conversation.
"Oh," Harry said, understanding at last. "If I had known, I would have taken my time," he added apologetically.
"I don't think it would have made any difference," Draco said. "Could you...just stop touching me for a moment? I'd like to actually make it to the bed before we continue."
"The bed sounds like a good idea, but you don't have to...I mean...we could just sleep. If you want to?" Harry stammered, uncertain.
Draco pushed Harry down on his back and rolled on top of him. "Are you saying you don't want to take this any farther?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Farther?" Harry said, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.. Did that mean what he thought it did? "I thought we had decided to wait," he ventured. Truthfully, he didn't really want to wait, but he also didn't want Draco rushing into anything he would later regret.
Draco brushed the back of his hand against Harry's cheek. "We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Sex can wait, if that's what you want."
"I want whatever you want," Harry said softly.
"I want to make love to you, Harry," Draco replied, his voice a soft, sensual purr. "I want to touch you, and taste you, and fuck you like no else has ever done - and I want to take all night doing it."
Harry raised his head to capture Draco's lips briefly. Draco rolled to the side and stood, pulling Harry to his feet. They made it to the bed, but only just. Only as the first light of day began to seep into the room many hours later did the two men settle in to sleep.
Author notes: I've had a lot of people asking me to email them when I update, and I can't possibly keep track, so there is now a Yahoo!Group for updates:
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