Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love For What You Believe In ❯ Time Together ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9: Time Together

That night the boys slept in each others embrace, contented and calm. Draco woke first. He’d been downstairs to get breakfast and came back up with a tray with two mugs of tea and two plates of toast. He leant on the door frame with the tray in his hands. He gazed over at the bed and looked at Harry asleep the duvet covering below his waist, his torso shining in the morning light. The tray was soon perched on the sideboard and Draco had lain back down next to Harry, looking at the serenity on his face and the gentle smile that graced his lips.
The blonde just lay and wonder to himself.
How did I not notice his beauty before… i'm so glad I now know the real Harry Potter
“Apparently it’s very easy to mistake loathing for love (*)” Harry replied to the silent statement, opening his eyes and looking into his lover’s silver eyes. “ So all those years we fought, it really meant we fancied the pants off each other.” He chuckled lightly and leant forward crushing his lips against Draco’s feverishly, still impassioned from the previous evening.
Harry was becoming more and more confident, with Draco by his side he felt safe and protected and it allowed him to be more confident than he ever felt he had been before. He leant across Draco’s chest and grabbed a slice of toast off the tray and took a bite.
They lay in bed and finished off their breakfast tray, chatting about the day ahead. A day from them to do whatever they wanted together. A day for Harry to show everyone that Draco should be judged on his personality and qualities rather than his name. All those years ago on platform 9 and ¾ and all the years since, the Weasleys, Hermione and his other close friends had judged him on the person he was and not just the name he carried; and he hoped he could convince them to take a chance on Draco, just as he had.
They wandered into the burrow kitchen just as the majority o f the family left to go to work or to go fix up the garden ready for the get together that the family was planning for the following weekend.
“So what would you boys like to do?” Mrs Weasley asked after everyone else had finally left the kitchen.
Draco and Harry thought as one, trying to come up with an idea. Draco’s mind meandered off and he started thinking to himself
I want cake… Draco mused to himself. Harry smiled at his innocence.
Ask her if she’ll teach us to make cake then. He encouraged his lover smiling at him sweetly and giving him a nudge with his elbow. Draco looked shocked, but his face soon spread into a wide grin. He looked round at Molly Weasley as she looked at them both curiously.
He took a deep breath in.
“Can you teach us to bake cakes?” Draco looked up into her eyes which looked totally bemused at the question that had left Malfoy’s lips.
“I – err – Of course I can” She smiled pleasantly, still taken slightly aback.
The morning the pair spent wrapped up in their own world in the Burrow kitchen, baking. Draco’s face shone with glee, he had flour on his nose and cheek and to Harry he had never looked so beautiful than this, as he stood there in the light cascading through the window.
The cakes had cooled and the boys were manually icing them and mixing up food colourings.
“Oh I like this one” Draco said lifting up a bowl of neon pink butter cream
“ That’s so totally lovely” Harry replied amusedly
“And we could put these on it!!” he picked up some miniature heart shaped candies that were various shades of purple. The glee on his face was so endearing and Harry couldn’t help beam at him. As Draco started to carefully create one of his suspiciously girly cupcakes Harry scooped some neon pink icing onto his finger and smeared it on the end of Draco’s nose, who turned to him in bewilderment, but smiling. He retorted by scooping some of the yellow icing and putting squarely on the tip of his nose and topping it with a blue candy star. They burst out into hysterics and Draco embraced Harry and kissed him on the forehead.
Molly Weasley watched from the doorway of the kitchen at the boys laughing and smiling and so obviously infatuated with each other. She had never really seen Harry this kind of happy and she was glad that he’d found someone. As she watched them, she trusted Harry’s judgement more and more that Draco was indeed a good person. There was a childlike twinkle to Draco’s eye and a permanent smile on his face. All the trials of his family and the wrong decisions they made, had made him automatically a follower of the dark lord to anyone who failed to get to know him. The actions of his father had probably given Draco an unbearable childhood. And she pitied Draco and she seemed ashamed at herself and her family and all the other people in the wizarding world that wrongly associated people with the actions of another family member. She knew she was guilty of it and so was the majority of her family. But Harry was a curious case and had branched off into a new world. It may have taken the boys years to get to this point, but they had done it none the less. Most of the wizarding world didn’t even try to branch out of their comfort zones. But in front of her eyes the son of a death eater and the boy dubbed as ‘the chosen one’ sat blissfully happy and from what she could see in the minutes she watched them, deeply in love.
The cakes sat in the middle of the kitchen table all brightly coloured and covered in candy shapes, the boys sat admiring their handiwork, their hands intertwined.
The kitchen door from the garden opened and Hermione, Ron and the Twins burst through.
“Those little bastards” Ron grumbled as he nursed a severely scratched arm and a profusely bleeding finger.
“ Let me look at it Ron!” Hermione breathed exasperatedly grabbing his hand and pulling it towards him. She peered closely at his finger.
“It’s not even that deep, you’ll be fine.” She pointed her wand at his hand and fixed it up in seconds.
“There”
Ron smiled cheerfully
“Cheers Hermione” he said beaming at her
“Getting the girls to look after you now are we Ron” Fred and George taunted in sync.
“Shut up” he replied indignantly swatting them away, causing a fight to break out on the kitchen floor.
“Cool cakes!” Hermione chimed as she sat at the table, the exclaim causing the boys to cease their escapades and dive for the food.
“Glad they’re appreciated” Draco said cheerily, his hand still in Harry’s and a cup of tea in his free hand.
“You made these? They’re great!” Ron said scoffing them into his mouth.
“Well good! We tried hard you know!” Harry retorted taking two of the cakes for each of them as the weasley brothers managed to hoover up the crumbs that were left of the morning’s hard work.
“And we owe it all to you mum for teaching us how to make them” Draco smiled, scooping frosting off of his orange cake with his finger and licking it off.
Don’t do that! Harry sent to him, the brunette biting at his lower lip as he watched Draco.
What? Draco replied inccocently.
Do you not realise just how hot you look doing that Harry gave him a matter-of-fact glare. Draco just smiled and scooped off some more of the frosting this time reaching it over to Harry, who looked at in disbelief before smirking and licking it off of the blond’s finger, sending a shiver up Draco’s spine.
During the silent conversation the room just watched them in awe. The Weasley twins were amazed at just how affectionate and caring Draco was towards Harry. They’d never of thought that Malfoy would be so … adorable. The way he smiled brightly and had a childish twinkle in his eyes as he sat hand in hand with his once rival. This was not the Draco Malfoy they were used to. Was this the real Draco?
Time passed and the days drew on. More tidying of the house and garden was done in preperation for the traditional Weasley get together. The harvest season was always one of the best times to spend at the burrow. All the surrounding golden fields were cut short and the rising dust dazzling in the crimson sunlight. The fields spread for miles and made a fantstic sight for anyone who took time to look out and admire their beauty. It was finally Saturday and the get toghether was that evening. A linen marquee had been magically hoised in the garden and it hovered with golden lights trailing down from the side.
Many of the guests had started to arrive now that it was late afternoon, the sun beginning it’s descent for the evening, The Weasley party was an oppurtunity for their friends and family to get together before Christmas, especially as the christmas season was already so frantic on it’s own. It also allowed for a garden event as the evenings were mild and dry, allowing a larger number of guests. The list included the Order of the Pheonix as well as an array of Hogwarts students from Luna and Neville to Friends of the twins. All in all there was quite a turnout.
The music was playing and the drink was flowing. Dean and Ginny were dancing and their faces were rosy with both the drink and the dancing. Ginny swung her arms around Dea’s neck and started to kiss him ferociously. The pair had soon shifted to the side to become more ‘aquainted’.
Harry and Draco were dancing too, they moved on the dance floor glistening and cheerful, happiness etched into there faces. Draco took Harry’s hand and spun him outwards, he pulled back and kissed his lover as his face neared. This was one of the sweetest moments of their lives, they felt accepted and like they could actually be together without judgment from the people most important to them. This is what they had craved fr sometime and they had finally reached a placce of sheer acceptance.
Ginny ran past them, Dean’s hand in her own, a sickeningly large grin on her face. She pulled him into the house and they were gone. But the boys didn’t even notice as they had caught each others gaze and neither of them wanted to let go.
The night drew on and the guests had started to disspipate. The Marquee had been taken down and the remaining guest were sheltering out of the brisk cold in the Burrow.
Harry led Draco by the hand, dragging him out of the kitchen into the brittle autumn air. The moon in the night sky was full and cast an opaline glow across the garden. Harry looked in to grey eyes that glinted in the moonlight. The lust filled tension mounted as they continued to gaze at each other, their senses heightened, every touch electrifying. Draco couldn’t hold the passion within him anymore and he slammed his body against Harry’s pinning him to the outer wall of the garden shed. He hungrily assaulted the brunette’s neck, nibbling and licking as he moved down to his collar bone. He grasped the hem of Harry’s shirt and pushed it up, moving his assault on to Harry’s chest, focusing on a sensitive nipple that elicited a sensual moan from Harry’s lips every time his tongue swept across it. The thoughts flashing through Harry’s mind were erotic images of what might be to come, Draco caught them and they just fuelled his passion more. The blonde made quick work of his own shirt, discarding it on a pile of leaves that had been swept beside the shed. Harry ran his hands down the blonde’s back softly scraping his nails down his spine, causing a shiver to take over Draco. Harry’s hands moved round from his back to work on his jeans buttons, which were speedily kicked off. It was only a matter of what seemed seconds before all items of clothing were littering the floor, mixed into leaves and grass. The lover’s arousals clashed together, heightening the pleasure that they were both feeling. Their hips moving against each other rhythmically. Draco grasped at Harry’s buttocks lifting him and raising his arms above his head, his brunette locks plastered to his forehead through the heat of their passion and the mist of the damp autumn evening. Harry was now only held up by the sheer closeness of their bodies. Draco vigorously met Harry’s lips in another fiery kiss, his tongue running across Harry’s bottom lip and gaining access to battle with his lovers own, Sparring lustfully. Draco immersed him self into Harry’s body, thrusting gently, mounting the already peaking ecstasy. With increasing speed Draco plunged into Harry deeper and harder, who combated his movements with the rocking of his own hips. Draco grasped at Harry’s bum yet again and took his weight, moving away from the wall and shifting onto the soft dew covered grass. Harry moved his legs further apart allowing Draco greater access and movement. Harry’s eyes began to glaze over, a hazy desire filled mist moving across his face, his body glistening with sweat and his cheeks rosy.
“More…” Harry whispered breathlessly his hands clenching at Draco’s back. He graciously complied, thrusting as far as he could muster as the yearning haze descended upon him too. And together they came, writhing in pure rapturous pleasure. They lay basically as one, breathing in great racking breaths, smiles adorning both of their faces. Draco threw his head back, panting, beads of sweat tracing down his neck.
Incredible… Harry sent telepathically, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The boys breathing slowed steadily, though they still lay as one - not daring to move for fear of losing the glorious feeling of each other. Reluctantly Draco shifted away from Harry, moving to lie beside him and rest his head on the brunettes shoulder. Harry looked down at him and ran a hand through his platinum hair. And their they lay staring up at the night sky where the stars twinkled.
“Are we human becase we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?” (*) Harry uttered, twirling Draco’s locks in his hand
“Hm?” the blonde looked up at him, his grey eyes almost glittering.
“It’s a film, we’ll have to watch it when we get back”
“Ok lets… oh its tomorrow isn’t it? I can’t believe the end of the week came so quickly. “
I wish this bliss hadn’t ended….
“One day it won’t have to end Draco, one day”

A/N: (*) = References from Stardust ^^