Summer Rain

Chapter 12

A week later, Harry had fully recovered from his flu and had returned to work. He was thankful he was working nightshifts, which meant he hadn't worked with Lucas since their break up.

Draco was still staying with Harry and neither of them were in any hurry to change that arrangement. Harry never brought up the topic of the Weasleys again, and Draco was grateful for that, but felt it a little unhealthy for Harry to continue to ignore it. Harry needed the full story, but Draco wasn't going to tell him until he asked, but he was beginning to doubt that Harry would ask. Draco promised himself that if Harry didn't ask, he would bite the bullet and bring up the subject within the next few days.

Instead, Harry seemed completely content to focus his thoughts on rekindling his relationship with Draco, and of course Draco had no objections to that.

They fell back into their relationship with ease as though they hadn't been apart at all. They even felt so comfortable together that they had taken to showering together and using the toilet in each other's presence. The only thing they had yet to revisit was any sort of sexual intimacy.

Draco seemed to be guarded for some reason. They would end up in very heavy kissing sessions, but Draco would pull back before Harry's hands could advance further. Harry would wake up some mornings to feel Draco's morning erection pushing into his lower back, but as soon as Draco woke up and realised the situation, he would rapidly retreat to the bathroom before Harry could comment.

Sharing a bed with Draco was proving to be a great trial for Harry. Having Draco within such close proximity most of the time was causing Harry to be in a regular state of arousal. He felt sure Draco had noticed Harry's problem on more than one occasion, and even caught Draco staring quite openly at his erection one morning whilst Harry was shaving and Draco was on the toilet. Harry felt that if Draco wasn't having similar difficulties, then something must be seriously wrong.

It was the afternoon, and Harry had just showered after waking up from his day of sleeping after a nightshift. Harry had invited Ron and Hermione over for dinner that night with all intentions of clearing the air with them and telling him about the threats Ron's family had made to Draco. It would be the first time Harry saw his best friends since the day Hermione had presented Harry with Draco's underwear advertisement (which Harry now had proudly displayed on the fridge door).

Harry padded out into the living room and was met with a gorgeous smell of something roasting in the oven. He smiled. Draco must have taken it upon himself to cook dinner. The television was blaring and Draco was fast asleep in Harry's black leather recliner chair, with the television remote clutched loosely in his hand on his stomach. Harry smiled fondly and shook his head. "God knows how he can sleep with that noise," Harry muttered to himself and went over to the television and turned it off.

Draco jerked awake at the sudden silence and looked blearily around. His eyes landed on Harry and he smiled. "Oh, you're up!" Draco stretched and yawned. "I didn't realise I'd fallen asleep." He opened his arms up and indicated that Harry should come and sit on his lap.

"Thank you for making dinner," Harry said as he flopped into Draco's lap and gave him a kiss. "I so did not feel like cooking this evening."

"It's not a problem. I told you, I like cooking." Draco nuzzled Harry's neck. "Mmmmm... you smell good."

"That feels nice," Harry sighed. "We have ages until they are due to arrive. Maybe we could go to bed and fool around a bit...?" Harry bit his lip and waited for Draco to answer. Draco stilled and remained silent for a few moments.

"... Harry, I really don't think --"

"WHY?!" Harry exploded in frustration and pulled himself off Draco and started pacing next to the recliner. "I'm horny! I want you so bad! Look! Two seconds on your lap and my dick is as hard as a rock! This is five years of Draco starvation!" Harry pointed down at his groin where his tracksuit pants were tented by his obvious arousal. "Why don't you want to sleep with me, Draco?!"

Draco sighed and looked away. "I don't want us to rush things, Harry."

"RUSH THINGS?" Harry screeched. "FIVE YEARS!" Harry stumbled dizzily over to the couch and sat down. "Fuck, I think all the blood has rushed from my head to my dick," he muttered and pushed down on his erection. Draco snorted in amusement. "Please tell me you are as horny as me?" Harry beseeched.

"Of course I am!" Draco laughed. "Do you think I race to the toilet each morning because I'm busting for a piss? I'm in no condition to piss in the mornings until I wank because I get so turned on lying next to you!"

"Then why aren't we fucking like newlyweds?" Harry cried. "Draco, when I said I wanted you back, I meant the whole package! I don't want to wait! Not only do I really REALLY need sex with you right now, but I want to make love with you and make up for lost time!"

"Harry, babe, you're still getting over a break up. I'm not going to disrespect you by jumping straight into bed with you." Draco reached over and patted Harry's knee.

"Pleeeeeeeease disrespect me! I swear to god, if you don't disrespect me right this minute I might just need to tackle you to the ground and ravish you right here on the floor!" Harry pleaded and Draco burst out laughing.

They both laughed together for a few moments before Draco stopped and looked searchingly at Harry. "If you're sure you are absolutely ready to have sex with me again, then I will quite happily take you to bed right this minute, love," Draco said softly. Harry stood up and came over to Draco. He took both of Draco's hands into his own and grinned.

"Then let's go make up for lost time." Harry pulled Draco up and kissed him urgently. They stumbled over towards the bedroom door, which Harry found difficult with Draco's hand on his arse and his own hands trying to rip Draco's shirt off.

They fell heavily into the wall by the door and Harry pulled away panting. "Wait. The roast --"

"-- needs two more hours," Draco finished and pressed his lips firmly to Harry's again. Harry yelped when Draco snaked one hand down the front of Harry's pants and wrapped it around his erection. Harry moaned deeply.

"God, no, NO!" Harry grunted and pulled Draco's hand out of his pants. "No hands and no mouth... I don't have enough staying power this time..." Draco made a noncommittal sound in reply and staggered to the bed, pulling Harry with him. They fell into a heap on the bed and Harry quickly rolled over and straddled Draco with his knees on either side of his hips.

"Clothes... off..." Draco panted and started reefing Harry's shirt up over his head desperately.

Soon they were both naked, complete with some clothing casualties of a ripped shirt and torn boxer shorts. Harry knelt over Draco again and rested his weight back on Draco's thighs. "I'd almost forgotten how beautiful you are..." Harry whispered, running his hands lovingly over Draco's chest. Draco's eyes fluttered shut and he hummed at the feeling of Harry's hands on his body.

"Harry, I need you now... please..." Draco arched up into Harry.

Harry rustled around in the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a small tube of lubricant. Draco watched him through heavy-lidded eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He lovingly caressed Harry's bare bum.

Harry prepared Draco as quickly as he could while they kissed eagerly before slowly pushing inside him.

The sex was frantic and passionate the first time, both sweating and panting out loving words to each other. It didn't last long and they lay wrapped securely in each others arms while they recovered before making love for the second time.

This time Draco took Harry slowly and sensually with plenty of deep kisses and caressing. At one point, Harry started crying softly from happiness and Draco soon followed. It lasted a lot longer than the first time and Draco skilfully manoeuvred them to climax at the same time.

They now lay together with Draco lying snuggled into Harry's side. Harry was feathering his fingers through the back of Draco's hair while Draco stroked Harry's stomach. "I love you," Draco murmured and Harry tightened his arms around Draco.

"I love you," Harry whispered back and Draco turned his face up to Harry and smiled before they kissed again.

"I could just fall asleep," Draco murmured sleepily and sighed in content.

"Still an hour until they come, sweetheart. Why don't you take a nap?" Harry suggested.

"Can't. Roast," Draco mumbled, eyes closed.

"I can do the rest of dinner," Harry insisted and reluctantly pulled himself out of Draco's embrace. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled the covers up over Draco.

"Gotta piss," Draco said without attempting to open his eyes or move.

"Desperately, or can it wait until you have a small nap?" Harry asked. He bent down to pull on his tracksuit pants without boxers (Harry's were the ones that got ripped). The only answer he got from Draco was a soft snore.

Harry chuckled and patted Draco's bum before ducking into the bathroom for a quick shower.

o o o o o

"Take a seat," Harry said and gestured to the elaborately set dining table. "Draco's just having a shower. It's my fault he's running late. I let him sleep too long."

"Why was he sleeping in the first place?" Hermione asked as she sat at the table next to Ron. Harry had asked if they minded not bringing Melody as he wanted to talk about some things with them, so Hermione's parents had happily taken the little girl for the night.

Harry contemplated Hermione's question and seriously considered informing them that Draco had been sleeping because he was tired from an intense fucking session, but he thought that would go down like a lead balloon and wasn't the smartest way to start a serious conversation.

"Er, he was just tired. He spent most of the afternoon making dinner after he cleaned the whole house by himself," Harry explained and started bringing over dishes of food to the table.

"Malfoy cooked and cleaned?" Ron snorted. "Has hell frozen over? Or maybe there's a blue moon tonight?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"He lived like a Muggle in Australia, Ron. He's quite self-sufficient. I might also add that he cooked this roast for us all even though he himself is vegetarian. If you can't be polite and respectful to him, I suggest you leave now and I will talk to Hermione alone," Harry said tersely.

"Sorry, mate. It's just weird," Ron mumbled.

"Why does it have to be weird?" Harry snapped defensively. This is starting bad already, Harry thought to himself. "It's perfectly normal. My boyfriend and I have invited you over for a lovely dinner that he spent a long time cooking because he wanted to and we are all going to sit down civilly -- I hope -- and eat it and talk."

"You're right, Harry," Hermione said firmly. "Ron, stop being an arse. We have discussed this repeatedly. You need to accept this!" Ron just looked away from his wife. Harry was glad that Hermione appeared to be making an effort.

Draco came out of the room then, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of light grey dress trousers and a pale blue silk shirt. He came over and kissed Harry tenderly on the lips. Harry breathed in the beautiful cologne Draco had on; that was exactly the same way Draco had always smelled.

"Good evening, Hermione. You look lovely tonight, such a beautiful dress," Draco said politely and took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Ron, nice to see you again. I apologise for coming out late." Draco shook Ron's hand.

"I love your shirt, Draco," Hermione commented with a grin of approval.

"Thank you," Draco answered with a smile. Harry let out a small sigh of relief when he saw that Draco was also making a concerted effort with his friends. "Harry, love, is there anything I can do to help?" Draco put arm around Harry's waist.

"No, no. It's all done." Harry carried the covered roast over and placed it on the middle of the table. "Sit down, darling." Harry pulled Draco's chair out for him and pushed him gently into it.

The roast was already carved, so Harry started serving everyone. Draco snapped his fingers and a bottle of red wine and glasses appeared on the table; Ron and Hermione's jaws dropped. "You can do wandless magic?" Ron squeaked incredulously. Draco smirked.

"Only a very limited amount. I've got nothing on Harry," Draco explained as poured the wine for everyone then took a sip of his own. Harry cleared his throat pointedly, not wanting the discussion to go in the direction of his magical abilities.

"Eat up, everyone," Harry urged and picked up his own knife and fork. The group ate in silence for a few moments.

"This is really great, Draco. Thanks," Ron said genuinely, stabbing his next bite of roast beef and Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise. Ron being polite to Draco? Maybe there was hope.

"How come you don't eat meat, Draco?" Hermione asked.

"I've just never been able to stomach it," Draco admitted. Harry gave him a sympathetic look, knowing the real reason Draco wouldn't eat meat was because his father used to try and feed him raw meat as a child as punishment, which often gave him food poisoning that his father wouldn't allow to be treated. This was something Draco had told Harry very early on in their friendship.

"What did you want to talk to us about, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"After dinner, ok? I'd rather the conversation had our full attention and I want to enjoy my meal. Draco went to a lot of trouble cooking it." Harry drained his glass of wine and sighed inwardly, dreading the impending conversation.