August 28th, 2007

02:51 pm - Twelve Years Later - Chapter 2 - King's Cross This is going to be longer than I thought. Hope you guys don't mind. *g* Title: Twelve Years Later Author: alaana_fair Beta: sesheta_66 Cheerleader: melmoe1 Word Count: ~2600 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Harry/Draco Genre: Flangst – heavy on the angst at first, then heavy on the fluff later. Just the way we like it, right? *g* Summary: Sequel to Twelve Years. How long can love wait? As long as it needs to. Warnings: DH compliant including epilogue. Disclaimer: I am not JKR. I don’t own them, I make no money from them, I just love them to pieces. All characters in this fic are obviously over 18, but I guess I should state it, just for the record! Feedback: Always appreciated and concrit is always welcomed! Need to start at the beginning? Twelve Years Later - Part 2 - King's Cross Platform nine and three-quarters was even more crowded than Draco had remembered as a child. The smoke from the train seemed to be trying to smother his anticipation. Marsalis held his hand, knowing him well enough to sense that his sudden sombreness was caused by fear. He looked at her and smiled, thanking her with his eyes, because there were no words to convey his gratitude. She glanced up and nodded toward a loud group of children who were chattering away with their parents. As Draco looked up he could feel the colour drain from his cheeks. There they were: Harry's family; his friends; the people who had shared Harry's life for the last twelve years instead of him. Draco gritted his teeth and schooled his expression into one of indifference. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he was sure everyone around him could hear it. Just as he was about to turn away, Ron Weasley caught his eye, followed in a split second, by Harry. The rest of the group seemed oblivious to the drastic change of temperature in the station. Harry's eyes twinkled when they caught Draco's and it took all of his self control to simply nod and turn away. He wanted to run full force into Harry's arms, to take back what was – had always been, would always be – his. When he glanced back over his shoulder, the chattering had continued, all except for Harry, who was still staring in his direction, lust and longing written so clearly on his face that Draco had to laugh. He couldn't believe that no one else had noticed it. He smiled, a feeling of elation welling up from an unknown source and threatening to carry him away in its wake. When Harry smiled back, Draco knew for certain that Harry would keep his promise this time. That this really was the day that began the life they thought they would always have. He couldn't help himself; he winked at Harry, then turned away to say goodbye to his son. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Harry watched the train leave the station and round the corner, he felt the tears well up, unshed, in his eyes. They weren't tears of worry or sadness as Ginny suspected, but tears of overwhelming joy. Draco's smile lingered in his mind, the cheeky wink a promise of blinding happiness. All was indeed well, he thought as he looked at Ginny and said, "I'll meet you at home. There's something I have to do." "But Harry, you said we needed to talk... Lily's going with Ron and Hermione—" "I know. We will, but there's something important I have to do first. I'll meet you at home in a few hours." "You alright, mate?" Ron asked, looking concerned. Harry smiled. "Yeah, Ron, I'm good. Really good. Can you take Ginny home?" "No problem. Are you... are you sure you're okay?" Harry laughed like he hadn't done since he was fifteen. "Yes, Ron, I'm sure." ~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco was busy transforming the old storage room into a comfortable sitting area. From the thick layer of dust that covered every surface, it appeared no one had even entered the room since the last time he and Harry had met here. It seemed like a lifetime ago. It had been a lifetime ago. When the door creaked open, Draco jumped in surprise. Harry looked around and smiled at Draco's handiwork. "It looks just like I remembered except for..." Harry glanced at Draco quizzically. Draco snickered. "I thought adding a bed might be a bit overkill." Harry stalked slowly to where Draco stood next to the sofa, the wand that had brought them together still held up as if in mid-stroke. There was so much he wanted to say, but more than anything he wanted to kiss those perfect pink lips that looked exactly as Harry had remembered them. When Harry reached Draco he ran his hands down Draco's arms so slowly the other man moaned and leaned into the touch. "I've missed you," Harry whispered into Draco's ear, eliciting a tiny whimper. When Harry's hands had reached the end of their journey he clasped Draco's wrists and pulled the other man against him, wrapping Draco's arms around his waist. "Tell me this is okay, Draco. Tell me you're still mine." Harry's voice was both forceful and pleading, just the combination that had always made Draco's head spin out of control. "Always," Draco murmured so softly it would have been caught by the breeze and carried away if they weren't in a stale closed off storage room. Harry released Draco's hands to cradle his face. "Only your touch, Draco, only your kisses. I promise." Draco couldn't take his eyes off of Harry's. The green seemed to permeate him, sinking into him and making him glow. He'd waited an eternity for this and he knew if Harry asked him to, he'd wait another. But Harry wasn't asking him to. Harry was here, keeping his promise, and Draco was never again going to let him go. "Kiss me," Draco whispered and before the words were completely formed his lips were covered by Harry's warmth, wet and soft, yet forceful and needy. Draco felt something bang against his leg just before his wand fell to the floor. Harry's hands were everywhere, remarking territory that had always been his. Roaming over skin that begged for his touch, had been begging for twelve years. Neck, shoulders, ribs, chest, stomach, thighs, calves, ankles, toes – it all belonged to Harry, would always, no matter what. "God, Draco, I've missed you," Harry mumbled over and over like a sweet melody or an ancient enchantment. Draco was so lost in the taste of Harry's skin that he didn't really hear the words, but he knew what they meant, recognised the familiar vibration under his tongue. They meant this was real, not a dream from which he would eventually be forced to awaken. This wouldn't be followed by tears of regret, because Harry was back and was his once again. He thought he might never be able to get enough of Harry, of his scent, his touch, his words, his breath. Thought perhaps he could stay here forever, naked and sweaty, wrapped around Harry, held by him like he was the most precious thing in the entire universe, being worshiped by the man who had never worshiped anyone. He didn't remember it being this good, not even before when they thought it couldn't possibly get any better. The knowledge of how close he'd come to losing this made it that much sweeter and when the fire of orgasm finally overtook him, he let his eyes close and welcomed sleep for the first time in twelve years. ~~~~~~~~~~ When Draco awoke to gentle kisses running along his neck, he almost cried out because it felt so perfect, but instead he chose to take Harry's face into his hands and guide the lips to his, feeding on them, letting them give his soul the nourishment it had been deprived of for so long. The kiss lasted much longer than either of them had planned, neither willing to pull away first. Finally Harry whimpered into the kiss. "I have to go." Draco stilled instantly. Harry wrapped his body around Draco to reassure him. "Just for a little while, Draco. Then we can... I've taken a flat in London. By now Kreacher should have everything set up. I thought..." Harry's heart began pounding in his throat and he took in a trembling breath. "I haven't talked to Ginny yet, I have to go do that and then... I was hoping you'd have dinner with me tonight." Draco's eyes were still closed, but he smiled and when his eyelids finally fluttered open, Harry could have sworn there was a tiny galaxy twinkling in the grey irises. He looked around and for the first time realised what they were lying on. "Where'd the bed come from?" Harry glanced up at him in surprise. "I thought you—" Draco shook his head, then remembered the hard thing that had hit him in the calf just as Harry had kissed him. He still had his wand in his hand at the time. "I guess I..." He grinned. "I may have done a bit of unintentional magic." Harry rolled over on top of him and kissed him again gently. "You wanted a bed, and what Draco Malfoy wants, Draco Malfoy gets, one way or another," Harry whispered into his ear. "What Draco Malfoy wants is you," he whispered back, letting the connotations flow as clear as the water in a mountain spring. Draco felt Harry's breath catch. The next kiss wasn't nearly as gentle as the previous one. It was possessive, full of hunger and greed and raw animal instinct. Draco pushed into it, knowing both their lips would be puffy and bruised, but not caring in the least. This was his. Damn it to hell, Harry was his, and he wanted the red-headed vixen that had stolen twelve years from him to know it. He pushed against Harry, flipping him onto his back and startling him, never relenting from the battle of lips and tongue, just moving them down to devour Harry's neck, his chest, to bite and tease those nipples that cried out to him, to leave an unmistakable trail of proof that Harry was his now. No one else's. By the time Draco made it to Harry's cock, the man was begging, calling his name in short bursts and long drawn out wails that could have been mistaken for howls of pain if anyone had been listening. Harry was pushing his groin up forcefully and Draco knew the whimpering man needed him so badly he'd do anything, say anything, to get relief. It was extortion at the very least, but Draco needed to hear it. He ran his tongue up Harry's shaft slowly, circled the head with his tongue once, then stopped and looked up. Harry mumbled something and whimpered, threading his hands in Draco's hair trying with all his might to get his cock into the warm, inviting mouth that he remembered. "Tell me, Harry. Say it. Say I can have what I want." Harry opened his eyes and looked down at Draco, eyes dark and dangerous. "You already have me, Draco. You always have," he whispered hoarsely. The shiver of pleasure that ran through Draco's body with those words was almost enough to make him come again. Never breaking eye contact with Harry, he grinned before trying to swallow Harry's cock whole. "Ohfuckdracofeelssogood!" Harry wailed, and minutes later Draco's mouth was feeling pleasantly abused as Harry rammed into it and came so hard Draco wondered if he'd be able to talk for a week. Harry lay there, trembling, as Draco moved up and lay down beside him. He hadn't dared to think the day would turn out like this. Hadn't allowed himself to believe they could start right up were they had left off. But apparently, neither of them had really left off anywhere. Somehow, in their minds, in their hearts, perhaps even in their souls, they'd never been apart. "Draco?" Harry asked hesitantly once he'd remembered that he knew how to form words. "I wasn't sure what I should tell Ginny." Propping his head in his hand, Draco looked at Harry oddly. "What do you mean?" "Well, I..." Harry took a deep breath. He'd been avoiding even thinking about this over the last twelve years, but the time had come to face the truth. "I promised you I would leave Ginny, that there would be only you, but..." Harry saw flame blaze in Draco's eyes and immediately knew Draco was jumping to the wrong conclusion. He shook his head and ran his hand along Draco's face. "Don't, Draco. Please don't always think the worst of me." Draco bit his lip. "I don't," he said defensively, pulling away from Harry's hand and watching it fall to the bed. "But, what?" "But you never said you would leave your wife," Harry said, looking away from Draco's stern gaze, staring at his hand as if it was the most fascinating thing ever. "I don't know if I can tell Ginny about us, or if we still have to keep this a secret." The longer the silence stretched, the more Harry dreaded the answer. "Harry, are you telling me that you would leave Ginny even if I didn't tell Marsalis?" Harry's heart plummeted; it served him right. He couldn't speak so he just nodded, refusing to face Draco and let him see the pain that was forcing its way through his veins. He didn't expect the warm breath that whispered in his ear. "She already knows." Harry's head whipped up and met Draco's gaze. "She's always known," Draco said softly. "Always." "But..." Harry stumbled over even that simple word. "Yes, it is a bit ironic isn't it? That the brave, honest Gryffindor has been living a lie, while the deceitful Slytherin has been perfectly honest." Harry winced. Draco took Harry's hand, threaded their fingers together and squeezed reassuringly. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't say that to hurt you. I didn't mean it like that." Harry nodded, but still didn't understand. "Her father was determined that she should marry a dreadful second cousin that she despised. She's very clever, very resourceful, the wife I would have wanted had I wanted a wife. Apparently it didn't take a lot of investigating to figure out I had secrets. She offered me a deal and I took it. I would save her from her cousin and she would save me from myself." Draco could tell by the look on Harry's face that he still didn't fully understand. That he couldn't comprehend staying married to someone, knowing they were in love with someone else. "You asked me once if I loved her. I didn't at the time, didn't think I ever would. I do now, but not the way I love you, Harry. She's my friend. She knows everything." "But if you leave her... I still don't know how your aristocratic social circles work, but won't she be—" "Humiliated? That her husband of twelve years has turned out to be gay and in love with the Saviour of the World?" Harry snorted. "Yeah, I guess." "She couldn't care less. She's a Malfoy now. She will always be a Malfoy, no matter what I do or don't do. She knows how I feel about her and we have a son that we both love. That's enough for her. It always has been." Harry let it all sink in. This person who had been a part of Draco's life, who had loved him, looked after him, had taken care of him when Harry had not. He was suddenly immensely grateful to this woman he had never met. This woman who had treasured Draco in her own way, just as Harry treasured him, who had been better to Draco than he, himself, had. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, not really intending for Draco to hear. Draco pulled Harry to him and snorted. "That may be true, Potter, but I'm afraid you're stuck with me now." Harry looked up at Draco beaming. "Yes, I suppose I am." On to Part Three?

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