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hp fic: harry/draco. hp fic

Title: Hiding in Plain Sight (3/3)
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco.
Rating: NC-17. All characters are over the age of 18.
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta(s): leela_cat and lettiehatter.



“Harry!” Hermione gasped.

Harry shook his head in despair. “I know, Hermione, I know…”

A minute of silence lapsed. “What are you going to do, Harry?” she asked him.

“I have no idea,” he groaned sadly.

Hermione’s head sat in the grate for a couple of minutes as she bit her lip and began to think. “You need to show him you care about him without pissing him off,” she told him thoughtfully.

“OK,” Harry said. “How do I do that?”

Hermione tutted. “Use your imagination, Harry. Try being romantic.”

Harry laughed. “This is Draco Malfoy we’re talking about here. I don’t think he does romantic to be honest. I think he would sooner be laughing in my face than accept a bunch of flowers.”

Hermione frowned at him. “That’s not the only way to be romantic, Harry. Flowers and chocolates… they’re so generic. Be personal. Appeal to the Draco Malfoy that you’ve got to know. If it was Ron, you’d know that Chudley Cannon tickets would have him professing his love for you. What is Draco’s Chudley Cannons?”

Sighing, Harry said, “OK. I get you. I can’t think of anything though…”

“Don’t be silly,” she admonished. “Of course you can. You’ve just spent half an hour telling me you’re in love with this man, you need to know someone as intimately as that to be in love with them.”

“I didn’t say I was in love with him,” Harry said weakly.

“You may as well have,” Hermione said dismissively.

Harry groaned. “Oh, God. Well… potions?”

“That’s his day job, Harry,” Hermione said. “You wouldn’t consider a Dark Arts book romantic, would you?”

“No,” Harry admitted.

“What is he passionate about?” Hermione asked. “What’s the one thing in the world he would do if it was his last day on earth? What would he save from Fiendfyre?”

The two of them sat in silence for a couple more minutes before Harry said out of the blue, “Hermione… are you still in contact with Dean Thomas?”

***

It had taken a lot of persuading on Harry’s behalf (as well as an awful lot of explaining and a promise of a pint with Seamus and Dean) to get Dean to agree to his request.

The talk with Hermione had given him an idea; to have Dean paint a portrait and then animate it, of Draco. Harry remembered vividly that night in Draco’s rooms as the two of them had looked at Dean’s painting of Hogwarts. Draco had displayed a clear love of the painting, and indeed the artist. Dean had confided in Harry that the painting that Draco had proudly displayed in his rooms had cost a considerable sum of money and it was a favourite of Dean’s as well.

The only problem they had come across was Dean getting close enough to Draco to be able to take a few photos. Apparently, Dean had done a couple of secret portraits before, and photographs were the best way to do a painting. Luckily, Hermione had come up with an idea, one so glaringly simple; Harry was slightly embarrassed he hadn’t thought of it. His invisibility cloak. Harry had given it to Ron and Hermione to look after when he had moved away, and they had kept it safe for him along with his Firebolt and a few other treasured magical items which would be unsuitable in a Muggle home.

Safely ensconced in Harry’s invisibility cloak, Dean had found Draco sitting alone in his classroom, grading papers. The door was open marginally when he got there, and he slipped in the room, only disturbing the door slightly.

“Fucking ghosts,” Draco muttered, looking up at the sound of the door opening.

Dean stood directly in front of Draco, clutching his magically enhanced camera. The camera had a plethora of charms on, to silence the noise and to make the flash invisible. For the next twenty minutes, Dean took a variety of pictures from all angles of Draco before he disappeared out of the room, undetected. Once again, the method had worked perfectly.

Harry had insisted that Dean work as fast as he could, offering to pay extra for the speed. Dean looked like he wanted to protest at Harry’s offer of payment, but he hadn’t. Spending six years in the same dorm had clued Dean into the fact that Harry hated the fame that came along with being the Boy Who Lived. That included any freebies anyone tried to hand him as well. Harry was unspeakably grateful that Dean was doing the picture so quickly for him anyway, he couldn’t have accepted a free painting. Especially not a Dean Thomas original.

It was two weeks after Draco and Harry had fought and they had not spoken since. Harry occasionally saw Draco looking at him and had offered him a shy smile, only to have Draco look away.

Harry hoped to Merlin that it was only a matter of time before Draco came to speak to him. If not to forgive him, at least to give him closure.

An unfamiliar owl flew down to Harry at the breakfast table, and he took the letter in excitement. The writing on the front clued him into the fact that it was from Dean, and the painting inside was his portrait of Draco, shrunk.

The day seemed to pass unbelievably slowly after that, he barely got a minute to himself. Harry had a full day of classes before he could get any time to look at the painting. Once he got to his rooms, he threw his bag on the floor, and pulled the letter out of his voluminous robes. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and found the painting in between the folds. Placing it carefully on the coffee table he pulled out his new wand (Elder wood, eleven inches, unicorn hair).

“Finite incantatem,” Harry said, pointing his wand directly at the painting. It grew in size massively, covering his small coffee table.

The painting took Harry’s breath away. It was gorgeous. Dean had painted Draco outside in the grounds, sitting against the trunk of an enormous oak. He was wearing a dark grey pair of trousers with a pale blue jumper over a white shirt. The expression on Draco’s face was mesmerising though. He looked so happy and unbelievably at peace, that when portrait-Draco smiled at him, it almost made Harry choke up. It was perfect, and he knew exactly the way to give it to Draco.

“Winky!” Harry called.

Harry managed to convince Winky to take the portrait down to Draco’s rooms at dinner time, when he knew Draco would not be there. Conjuring a solid, dark wood frame Harry carefully attached the painting with a Permanent Sticking Charm. He attached a note to the painting using a temporary version of the spell.

He fussed over the note for a long time, wondering whether to gush out all his feelings onto paper, or to just go with a simple note. Considering Harry had enough trouble articulating his emotions out loud, he decided against the former and decided upon:

‘I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.

Harry x x’

Once the painting was gone, there was nothing more he could do. Harry was unable to eat a bite at dinner time. His stomach was in knots as he thought of all the possible outcomes to his gift. After only a few minutes he could not stand the tension and he left the Great Hall to return to his rooms. Harry couldn’t sit four feet away from Draco without looking at the other man and giving himself away. Leaving was the only option.

Back at his rooms, Harry flung himself face down onto his sofa. He lay on the sofa for what seemed like an infinite number of minutes before he dropped off to sleep, unbelievably eager for the peace that slumber would bring him.

A knock at the door roused Harry from his sleep. His heart was in his mouth as he made his way over to the door and wrenched it open.

Draco was stood there, looking gorgeous as ever, and Harry was fairly sure that his heart broke a tiny bit as he considered the fact that Draco might not forgive him.

“Take off the Glamour, Harry,” Draco purred.

Harry swallowed and pulled his wand out of the holster to take off the charm. He was Harry Potter again.

Draco took a few steps forwards, towards Harry. The door shut behind him silently.

Reaching forwards, Draco took hold of the end of Harry’s tie and pulled the other man towards him.

“You’re forgiven,” Draco said simply and drew Harry into a breathtaking kiss. Harry groaned in relief and arousal, and buried his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco’s tongue drove ferociously into Harry’s mouth, dipping and plundering, claiming.

Harry ran his hands up and down Draco’s body mindlessly. Draco made him ache desperately. Reaching for the buttons on Draco’s shirt, Harry’s fingers fumbled over them in his rush.

Draco pulled away. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Harry nodded shakily and took a deep breath. At this rate he was going to come in his trousers before he’d managed to get Draco’s shirt off. There was not a chance that was going to happen. This was going to be the best shag Draco had ever had.

Harry’s hands once more went for the buttons of Draco’s shirt, but this time they were not shaking. His pep talk had done him some good. He deftly worked his fingers over all of the buttons, making sure to keep his other hand running up and down Draco’s back, lightly ghosting over his arse.

Harry pushed the shirt off Draco’s pale shoulders and it pooled at their feet. Running his eyes up and down Draco’s chest, Harry had to take another deep breath. He was perfect. Muscles adorned the smooth pale chest. Harry’s hands ran over Draco’s biceps and down his front. Harry made sure to tweak at Draco’s nipples as he did so before he came to a gorgeous patch of hair that Harry knew would lead to Draco’s cock.

Draco took Harry’s chin in his hand and looked in his eyes before he laid a delicate chaste kiss on Harry’s lips.

Harry’s breathing all of a sudden became very heavy and he pulled Draco in towards him, pushing his hard cock against Draco’s. Slipping his hand between their bodies, Harry grasped Draco’s cock and squeezed it. Draco let out an earth-shattering moan and began to pull at Harry’s tie, discarding it quickly, and then made short work of his shirt as well.

Draco teased his fingers over Harry’s nipples, running his fingers through the expanse of chest hair on Harry’s chest. Harry groaned.

“Fuck, Draco…”

“Patience,” Draco chided.

Fuck patience, Harry thought. He took Draco by the hand and pulled him into his bedroom. Glancing at Draco, he asked silent permission which was granted by a quick nod, he pulled the zipper down on his trousers. Kneeling down, Harry pulled his trousers down the whole way, and Draco stood aside to discard them, and they repeated the process with Draco’s tight black boxer shorts.

Harry looked up at Draco from the floor. “I’m going to suck your cock, Draco,” Harry said.

Draco groaned and Harry took the noise as a signal to start. Harry took his hard, flushed cock into his hand, running his hand up and down it, rubbing his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-come all over.

Then he leant down and took an inch of the cock in his mouth, lowering his head to slowly take the entirety of it into his mouth and down his throat.

“Oh, God, Harry…” Draco moaned, his hands clutching desperately at Harry’s shaggy hair. He thrust forwards slightly, the head of his cock tapping the back of Harry’s throat lightly.

Draco looked down at him and Harry could see the question in his eyes, and he nodded slightly. Draco groaned again and began to thrust into Harry’s eager mouth.

Harry made sure to keep his tongue working it’s way all the way around Draco’s cock as it went in and out and in and out of his mouth. Finding his hands again, Harry took one to reach back and roll Draco’s balls between his fingers and the other to lightly rub over his arsehole.

Draco pushed back against the finger at his entrance, but found himself unable to gain any pressure and thrust into Harry’s mouth at the same time.

“Harry… please…”

Harry let his finger push against the ring of muscle slightly more and was rewarded with a loud cry of pleasure. The fingers teasing Draco’s balls felt them tighten and Harry knew Draco’s climax was imminent.

“Oh fuck…” Draco whined as he clumsily thrust into Harry’s mouth a few last times before he released his come, wave after wave, into Harry’s eager mouth.

At his release, Draco’s knees collapsed beneath him and Harry did his best to soften the blow as he came, tumbling down to the floor next to him. Draco laid his head on the floor and closed his eyes in bliss.

“Fucking hell, Harry…” Draco said breathlessly.

Harry laughed and coughed slightly to clear his throat. “All right?” he asked cheekily.

Draco still sounded dazed a minute later when he replied, “Yeah…”

Harry smiled and laid down next to Draco. Draco turned on his side and looked Harry up and down.

“You didn’t come?” Draco asked, a sly smile appearing on his face.

“Saving myself,” Harry said, his voice slightly raspy.

“Oh, are you now?” Draco teased.

“I am,” Harry replied. He tucked his arms underneath his head to lie down comfortably. He knew the position made his cock even more prominent.

“Get on the bed,” Draco said, sounding rather breathless. “Just like that.”

Harry raised and eyebrow, but got up and did as he was told, leaning back on the pillows. Draco stood up as well, looking around before he laid his eyes on a brown jar on Harry’s chest of drawers.

“Lube?” he asked as he walked over.

Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Draco smirked and walked over to the bed, jar in had. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Harry. Harry’s cock stood straight up against Draco’s belly, and he grinned slightly as he saw Draco’s cock start to twitch at the contact.

Draco placed the jar on the bed very deliberately before he leant over Harry, taking his lips in a searing kiss. Harry began to thrust up against Draco as he felt Draco’s cock begin to fill and swell again. God, he needed to come. Needed to come by this gorgeous man on top of him who had starred in his fantasies for Merlin knows how long.

Suddenly, Harry felt two fingers at his mouth, the second that Draco pulled away from their kiss. Unsure, but trusting Draco anyway, Harry sucked the two fingers into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Draco’s. Harry made it blatantly obvious that he was simulating oral sex on Draco’s fingers, groaning around them appreciatively, and crying out as they were wrenched unceremoniously from his mouth.

Harry’s eyes were heavy with desire as he watched Draco sit back, lifting himself upright and feel for his arse, slipping one then two fingers inside himself. Draco pulled them out briefly to coat them in lubricant. Harry’s hands began to run up and down Draco’s tense thighs.

“Fuck, Draco, you look so hot…” Harry said heavily.

Draco smiled at him lasciviously before he groaned as he thrust his fingers further inside himself before pulling them out completely. He took hold of Harry’s cock and held it upright, covering it in lube. Arranging himself in the right position, he sunk onto Harry’s cock, groaning louder and louder with every extra inch.

“Fucking hell,” Harry moaned through clenched teeth. He held onto Draco’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Move, Draco, please.”

Draco nodded and began to move up and down, grinding Harry’s cock, pushing it as far into him as he possibly could. Draco groaned in frustration, it wasn’t enough.

Harry seemed to understand. He grabbed Draco and without a word or a hurried breath, he flipped them over without pulling out of Draco’s arse. Harry pulled Draco’s legs over his shoulders, leaving Draco nearly bent double and began to thrust into him in earnest.

“Harry…” Draco moaned, as he took hold of his cock, stroking himself furiously.

Harry grunted and continued to thrust. Sex had never been like this for him before… so emotional and passionate, so fucking good. He wanted to stay buried inside Draco forever.

The muscles in Draco’s arse tightened around Harry’s cock as he came close to coming for the second time that night. Harry felt his balls tightening at the same time as slapping against Draco’s arse.

Draco came again, coming in long spurts across his chest. It pushed Harry over the edge and with a couple of last, hasty, clumsy thrusts he came hard, long and fast.

Harry collapsed on top of Draco before rolling off to the side, breathing hard.

Draco began to chuckle lightly. “Fucking hell, Harry… if I’d known you were that good I’d have forgiven you sooner.”

Harry grinned, still catching his breath. “Err… thanks,” he said, slightly embarrassed. He yawned widely, and as if yawns were contagious, Draco followed seconds later.

“’’m gonna have a nap,” Harry said sleepily, burying into the bed.

Draco yawned again. “’’k. Me too, if that’s all right…”

However, he got no answer as Harry was fast asleep.

***

In a flurry of conversations the following day, Harry and Draco came to some conclusions about what they wanted from each other.

Draco didn’t want their relationship to be a secret from anybody. He wasn’t particularly keen on the press being involved, as was inevitable if they were to tell people about their relationship. However, Draco was in love with teaching as much as was Harry, and Harry knew that nothing would drag him away. But oddly, Harry found himself not caring. He loved his job as well, and was considering staying on past a year.

They eventually decided upon Harry finishing this school year as Sebastian, before in September, Harry Potter would take his place. No one would ever know that they were the same person.

Unfortunately, as Draco had to tell Harry, this would put an end to the students’ running bet on a relationship between Draco and Sebastian. Apparently a Slytherin Sixth Year had bet a lot of money on them getting together before summer and lasting over the summer.

Harry was fairly certain that the only place in the Wizarding World that he was safe from reporters was Hogwarts; the security had been tightened so much since the Battle of Hogwarts it was practically a fortress. Even when Harry was at Hogwarts and Sebastian was gone, they were going to keep their relationship discreet. Professors had been involved before without it causing any controversy, Harry hoped that eventually, if they were quiet enough, the same could be said about him and Draco.

And even if they couldn’t remain discreet, Harry knew that this time he would be able to take the press. This time he had Draco by his side.



‘Love is friendship set on fire.’
Jeremy Irons