- Hp Dong Nhan Eng Seven Years Too Late Chap 10 H

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Later, Draco could hardly recall any details of the reception. It was a blur of sparkling lights and music and voices. And at the center of it was Harry.

Harry, who kept Draco locked in his arms at they'd danced just long enough to drive the blond slightly insane before he'd surrendered him back to reality. After the cake and toasts there had been more dancing, during which the magnetic focus of the Slytherin's compass had been called away on some police matter.

Harry's departure had been just as well. Things were getting just too foggy where he was concerned. "Distance is a good thing," Draco said aloud, then laughed a little at his own absurdity. The blond flipped on the radio station which was promising that another snowfall was on the way.

The familiar road swept out before him in an unending lazy arc and Draco reached out with one hand to turn up the heater a notch. Suddenly the car lurched and he jerked the wheel, sucking in a gasp as he bumped over the shoulder. The car rocked to a jolting halt and Draco winced as his seatbelt forcibly restrained his rocking as well.

Draco pressed his head back against the headrest, catching his breath. The engine was still running; a jazzy sax was crooning on the radio; the heater was blowing out warm air; the headlights were beaming out over the road, albeit at a lopsided angle thanks to the car's position.

The blond unclipped his safety belt and climbed out of the car after shutting it off and the cause of his problem was immediately apparent in the sight of his tire, laying in pieces still on the highway. "Great," Draco complained, pulling his jacket closer around himself and climbing back into the warmth of the car.

He had a spare in the trunk, of course, but the idea of changing it held about as much appeal as sticking his head in a container of Bulbadox Powder. Calling a road service would be fine, only it was about two in the morning. By the time somebody made it out to assist him, he could have the spare on himself.

Grumbling under his breath at his own stupidity of not bringing his wand with him, Draco turned the steering wheel until the tires were straight again and hit the button to pop open the trunk. He got back out on the shoulder, zipping up his jacket, and went to the rear of the car to unearth the jack and lug wrench.

He had the lug nuts loosened and the car up on the jack when headlights swept over him. He squinted into them, unable to see beyond the glare, but wasn't surprised when the vehicle pulled over to the side of the road behind his. That's what people did in these parts.

Draco lifted his hand in acknowledgment as the driver climbed from the vehicle, and kept twisting the jack, lifting the car another inch.

"Now there's a sight," a familiar voice teased.

Draco squinted into the light again, surprised. "Brody? Is that you?"

"In the flesh." The man walked up beside the blond and crouched down next to the car. "Having fun?"

Draco snorted softly. "Barrels of it."

"Here." Brody nudged Draco's hands out of the way on the jack.

Draco was happy enough to scoot out of the way. "Where's Megan?"

"Sound asleep in her bed," he assured as he slipped his wand out of his pocket and flicked it towards the car, causing the old tire to roll off of its own volition and the spare to jump onto the rim. "I had to take care of another matter this evening. An associate of ours is with her."

An associate. Draco rolled his eyes at the term.

"So, you always get dressed up to change tires on the highway in the dead of night?" Brody asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

"Doesn't everyone?" Draco returned with a slight smirk.

Brody laughed softly and let down the jack. The car's weight settled once more on all four tires and the nuts tightened themselves. "Okay, you're good to go." The agency man dropped the remains of Draco's ruined tire in the trunk, tossed in the jack and wrench after it, and closed the trunk.

"I can't believe I forgot to bring my wand. I'm getting far too comfortable acting like a muggle. Thanks. You came by at the perfect time."

"Well," Brody grinned as he tugged at Draco's jacket. "Nearly perfect timing."

Sure enough, Draco had a lovely black mark crossing the front of his expensive wool jacket, but at least it had occurred after the reception rather than before.

"You gonna be okay now?" Brody questioned.

Draco nodded. "Of course."

Brody smiled and lifted a hand as he walked back towards his vehicle when another set of lights swept over them.

This time, Draco recognized the vehicle immediately. Particularly when he turned on the light bar atop the cruiser, and red and blue lights slowly flashed over them. "What's going on?" Harry asked, approaching.

He looked very much in police/Auror mode, Draco noticed vaguely. Harry neared Brody and the two men gave each other a sizing measure.

Draco shivered and hugged his arms around himself. "I had a flat tire," he said and his voice sounded loud in the night air. "He stopped to help me change it." He decided not to mention that the help had been the magical kind, though.

"And you would be?" Harry questioned.

Brody stuck out his hand. "Brody Paine," he replied shortly.

Harry ignored the hand and kept walking toward Draco. "You all right?"

"Of course." Draco thought he heard Brody cover a snicker with a cough. For a high level agent he was hardly subtle.

"I'm going to head out, since you're in such good hands," Brody told Draco. "That all right with you, Officer?" the agent intoned a bit sarcastically. He knew exactly who the Auror was in front of him. How could anyone not see that scar and not recognize the famous Harry Potter?

Harry's head slowly turned and he gave the man a long look. "You can go," he finally replied.

Draco pressed his lips together, not sure if he was amused or irritated at the display of testosterone flying between the two men. He turned and climbed into his car, cranking the engine over. The air that shot of the heater vents was lamentably cold, though. It would take a while to heat up again. Harry knocked on the window and Draco rolled it down. Brody's pickup was moving back onto the highway, giving them a wide berth before picking up speed. "Supermarket guy also performs roadside assistance, does he?"

Draco stiffened a little. "They do around small towns like Little Whinging."

"Kind of coincidental," Harry ground out.

Draco flapped his hands. "It's a small town! Now, do you mind if I get moving? It's cold and late."

"Not at all." Harry stepped back from the car and Draco rolled up the window. His hands were shaking.

It was if the man who'd moved with him as they'd danced had never existed. Draco punched the gas a little harder than necessary, and the car shot off the shoulder with a spurt of dirt and gravel. In the Slytherin's rearview mirror, the emergency lights atop Harry's vehicle were doused and a moment later, his headlights were beaming in the mirror of Draco's car.

The blond adjusted it so the lights weren't blinding him and continued driving towards his home. When he passed the police station, he fully expected Harry to pull into the lot beside it, but those headlights stayed steady and strong in his rearview mirror.

Harry stayed with him right up to his house, pulling around in the back where Draco parked near the door.

"You needn't have followed me all the way here," Draco complained, climbing out of his car. "As you can see, the car was just fine once the tire was changed. I'm just fine."

Harry joined the Slytherin on the steps leading into the kitchen and cursed under his breath when he twisted the knob and found it unlocked. "What did I tell you about your locks? You don't even have any wards up."

Draco brushed past him and went inside, sliding out of his jacket as he went. He left it sitting on the washing machine and slapped on the wall switch as he passed it, throwing the kitchen into bright light. "Interestingly enough, I can choose whether to lock my doors and ward my house or not." Draco rounded on the Gryffindor, his hands on his hips and watched the infuriating man cast warding spells. "What are you doing?"

"My job," the Auror growled, his lips twisting. "Watching out for stupid wizards who think they can do anything they please." Harry finished with his charms and slipped his wand back into his pocket.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to stop on the road like that, particularly at this hour? There are worse things out there than stray Death Eaters, you know."

Draco lifted his eyebrows. "You did happen to notice that I had a flat? What am I supposed to do, drive the rest of the way into town on the rim? I'm not some delicate woman, Potter, and Brody Paine was just being helpful. You didn't need to act so suspicious of him."

"I'm suspicious of any man who comes around you," Harry confessed angrily.

The blond scowled, annoyance clogging his veins and making his face feel hot. "Just because we shared a few dances tonight doesn't mean you can..." Draco's words caught in his throat as Harry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close.

"I'm going to kiss you," the Gryffindor informed him flatly. "Say no, if you really mean it, and I'm out of here." Harry waited, his gaze darkly green.

Draco opened his mouth, but the word no simply did not emerge. Though every logical, functioning brain cell he possessed was screaming at him to say it.

"That's what I thought," Harry muttered, and he lowered his head.

Draco barely had time to draw a breath before the Gryffindor's mouth covered his hot and desperate. He wasn't sure if that stemmed from Harry or from his own self. All Draco knew was the taste of the Auror, familiar, yet new and it was a lot more enticing than those logical cells in his brain.

Harry's hand caught the blonds face when he finally lifted his head, his breathing rough. Draco's was no better.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered in apology. "Sorry."

Draco touched the tip of his tongue to his lips that felt swollen and tingling. "Really?" he questioned.

Harry's head tilted, thinking. "No. Not really," he admitted.

The Slytherins hands snaked up around the bespectacled wizard's neck, fingers sliding through his thick, dark hair. "Thank goodness," he whispered and pressed his mouth to Harry's jaw. Draco slowly touched the tip of his tongue against the rough stubble there.

Harry's hands caught his blond partner's waist, fingers flexing. "I didn't intend this." Such horribly, horribly familiar words when they came from the Auror and Draco still ignored the common sense that cried out for him to run. Run far, run fast, but most of all...run.

"Yet here we are," Draco said huskily. "Again."

Harry's hands slid up Draco's spine. "You can always say no. I might be a right bastard when it comes to you, but I don't push that line. You want me to go, I will." The Gryffindor looked pained. "I won't like it, but I will."

Draco tried to figure out what was worse, being miserable that he'd sent Harry away, or being afraid of letting him stay. "I want you to go," the blond finally whispered.

A muscle worked in Harry's jaw and he slowly drew his hands away from Draco's back making the Slytherin suddenly feel cold. The Gryffindor headed for the kitchen door. "Lock this after me," he ordered evenly.

Draco swallowed. Harry's hand closed over the knob. He was really going to leave. The blond crossed the room, stopping him with his hand atop the Auror's. "Harry, wait."

The Gryffindor let out a harsh breath. "I'm a little short of control here, Draco."

Draco slowly slid between Harry and the door, facing the dark haired wizard. The blond lifted Harry's hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to the Gryffindor's palm. "Sometimes control is overrated."

Harry pulled his hand away, pressing it flat against the door above Draco's head. His gaze was fierce as he studied the Slytherin for a long, tight moment, then he lowered his head until his lips grazed the blond's earlobe. "I've never stopped wanting you," he told the smaller wizard breathlessly.

Draco let out a shaky breath, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. His fingers climbed up Harry's chest, slid over the solidness of his coat clad shoulder and found his neck. The blond's fingers kept sliding upward until they tangled in his thick hair, still unruly after all these years. "Harry...," he sighed.

Harry tilted his head back against that touch, like a big, dangerous cat. He pulled off his winter coat, suddenly feeling far to hot. His green gaze burned over Draco's face and he reached for the buttons on the blond's dress shirt, opening it enough to tug one side of it down over the Slytherin's shoulder.

Draco tucked his tongue between his teeth, biting down to keep from moaning right out loud as Harry's fingers traveled over his bare shoulder, then sliding down to slip under his shirt and slowly walk up his spine. The Slytherin could hardly breathe as his former lover caressed the sensitive skin on his back before returning to the front of his shirt and fully opening it.

Harry slowly drew the fabric away from his body until the shirt fell away, revealing pale perfect skin except for the slight scar left over from that fateful day in the second floor bathroom during their sixth year. The Gryffindor gently ran his fingertips over that small imperfection and made a strangled sound.

Draco felt his skin flush from head to toe. "It was a long time ago," he stated without accusation.

Harry nodded and let his gaze roam over the bare expanse of chest before him and then laughed gruffly. "I think I might be having a heart attack here. You're just so fucking gorgeous."

Flushing even harder, Draco pushed out from beneath him, only to be caught from behind in strong arms and pulled back to the Gryffindor.

Harry's lips covered the point of a pale shoulder. "Don't go running scared now, Draco."

"Who said I was scared?" Draco questioned indignantly

Harry's palm flattened against the blond's abdomen and he slowly, deliberately sunk his hands lower, hooking his thumbs below the beltline of Draco's pants. "Maybe I am," he murmured, the Gryffindor's words a caress against his skin.

"What have you got to be scared about?" Draco tried not to groan when one of Harry's hands crept upward, brushing against his already hardened nipple.

"Same thing as always where you're concerned." Harry's fingertips dragged along the curve of his collarbone. "Forgetting everything else that suddenly seems less important."

"And that's bad?"

Harry's palm flattened against Draco's collarbone, fingers nudging the blond's head back against his shoulder. "That's dangerous," he murmured. The Gryffindor turned that blond head until his mouth touched the Slytherins. He slowly sucked in Draco's lower lip then released it.

Draco twisted around to face him, only to realize his feet were caught in the folds of his shirt. He kicked at it, trying to step free.

"Definitely a heart attack," Harry muttered, falling down to his knees in front of the blond. He caught Draco's ankle in one hand and lifted his foot from the fabric.

Draco grabbed the Gryffindor's shoulders, as much unbalanced by his hand on his ankle as he was by Harry lifting his foot.

When Harry pulled the shirt from beneath his other foot, he didn't rise. The Gryffindor's fingers slowly slid towards the blond's heel. "Lift," he ordered.

Draco held his breath, watching the dark haired wizard as he pulled his black leather shoes off, first one then the other. He was now shorter than the Gryffindor and he almost wished for the artificial height back. Something about being closer in height to the Auror had given him a foolish sense of confidence that was now completely, frighteningly absent.

Harry's hands drifted up the backs of the blond's trouser clad calves, then his thighs. The Gryffindor skimmed his hands over the thin belt tucked around the waistband of his pants and released the buckle. His head tilted slightly, looking up at the Slytherin.

To Draco, Harry was the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life at this moment. His throat suddenly tightened and his grey eyes burned as he slowly brushed back the lock of dark hair that had fallen over the Auror's forehead. The blond ran his knuckles down his old lover's cheek and leaned over to gently press his mouth to the Gryffindor's. He softly caressed their lips together in a timid kiss until Harry made a low growl and caught his blond head in large hands, deepening the kiss. Draco pulled back, feeling as if his nerves were ready to pop out from beneath his skin. Looping his fingers through the Gryffindor's, he straightened again, pulling.

Harry rose and Draco silently led him out of the blinding bright kitchen and down to the end of the dark hall to his bedroom. He hadn't closed the blinds entirely and the moonlight outside shined through them, casting stripes of dim light over the bed. He didn't stop until his knees brushed the green quilt covering the top of it and he stood looking into the Gryffindor's half lidded, lust filled eyes.

Harry's fingers brushed his nape, but he didn't immediately reach for the button and zipper of his pants. Instead, he stroked through Draco's fine blond hair, looking over his face as he ran his fingers through the moon spattered pale locks.

Draco's knees felt weak. He reached forward, catching hold of whatever he could reach, which in this case was the front of Harry's shirt.

Finally, Harry's hands moved to brush down his spine, then to his sides and then to unbutton and unzip his fly. "Sit back," the Gryffindor murmured.

Draco's shaking legs were only too happy to comply. He sat on the side of the bed and sucked in a harsh breath when Harry tucked his fingertips beneath the waistband of his open trousers and slowly pulled them down and off along with his boxers, tossing them aside.

Watching the blond in the dim light, Harry worked loose the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his black socks. Only when he reached for the opening of his pants did he pause.

Even then, Draco knew Harry was giving him a chance to change his mind, and in that moment, the fear that was almost as great as the desire slid away. This was the only man the Slytherin had ever wanted to share himself with and no amount of reasoning seemed able to change that fact.

Draco felt his nipples draw up, even more rigid beneath that green gaze and he reached for Harry, pushing his hands away to unfasten the button himself. When he'd finished with that, he worked the zipper down, and as if he'd done it a hundred times rather than a handful, he stripped Harry's pants and underwear from him in one smooth stroke.

The Slytherin's hands grazed over the Gryffindor's hard abdomen, up his chest where the smooth skin gave way to the soft crinkle of dark swirls of hair. When he reached Harry's shoulders, he tugged him down. His name was a murmur on Draco's lips as the blond removed the ever present spectacles and placed them on the night table beside the bed.

The stripes of moonlight seemed to undulate over Harry's body as he settled beside the blond. "I haven't done this in a long while," he admitted, his voice gruff, hushed.

A soft ache spread through Draco. He slid his thigh over the Gryffindor's and leaned over him, his chest nestling against the warm, hard chest of the other man below him. Everything inside the blond wept for him. Draco pressed his lips against Harry's briefly. "I haven't done this since you," he whispered.

Harry let out a long, slow breath. His hands glided up Draco's waist, his spine, tangled in his hair and then all semblance of patience snapped. He dragged the blond beneath him, his mouth on the Slytherin's. His hands raced over the slight pale body, tempting Draco's skin to flush and respond; taunting his nipples with fingers, tongue and teeth; finding with his hands all of the blond's erogenous zones and then the heated, hardened flesh of his manhood.

Draco moaned as Harry slid his calloused hand over his aching organ again and again. The Gryffindor wasn't harsh, but neither was he gentle and he had the blond on the edge of orgasm in moments. He slowed the pace only at the last moment, causing the Slytherin to cry out at the frustration of not being allowed to break free of the tension that had built up.

Harry chuckled lowly against Draco's cheek and then began to kiss him hard, forcing the blond's tongue to battle him and knowing that he was going to win. He kept his hand slowly pumping along the Slytherin's leaking length until he knew his lover couldn't stand another moment of his tormenting, seductive touch without more.

Draco was as impatient as Harry and he didn't want to wait any longer. "Please, Harry, take me. I need you inside me," the blond called out in a choked tone.

"Lube?" Harry questioned roughly.

"There isn't any," Draco replied breathlessly. "And I don't care, just do it."

Harry moved his hand from his ministrations on Draco's member to suck on three fingers before gently probing at his entrance, trying to ease his wet finger in so as to at least prepare the blond as best he could.

Draco complained, he had waited so long for Harry that he didn't want to waste anymore time, but the Gryffindor distracted his impatient and demanding lover with languid kisses until he had three fingers inside that hot tightness, pushing and stretching until Draco was again almost ready to release.

Spitting on his hand, Harry coated his pulsing shaft in his saliva, shuddering at his own touch before settling against the blond and filling him in gentle waves of movement.

Draco heard the Gryffindor groan his name as he finally sheathed himself fully and when he felt himself splintering apart from a strange mixture of pain and relief, Harry swallowed the sobs that the Slytherin couldn't hold back.

They rocked together, slowly at first and then with harsh abandon as passion and desire overtook caution and tenderness, both of them surging towards that burning release as one.

As Draco cried out his orgasm, probably the best he'd had in years, he knew that once again he'd never be the same.