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dracogotgame asked me for jealous/possessive Harry.
Happyvery belated Birthday, hon! I hope you enjoy it. :D
Rated NC-17. Un-betaed. 1,400 words.
Draco had left on Sunday evening to catch his Portkey to Amesterdam. He had invited Harry to join him, but Harry could think of few things more boring than a two week conference on international commerce regulation. He was proud of Draco for being the British delegate, but he had his own work to do.
Sunday night, he made a large shepherd’s pie and fell asleep in front of the television. He woke up alone, but that wasn't unheard of. Sometimes he liked his space. It was part of the reason he ignored Draco's hints about moving in.
Monday night, he worked late just because he could. With no Draco expecting him, he finished his reports and didn't make it home until nine. He ate leftover shepherd's pie and barely made it to bed. Tuesday, there wasn't any work to stay late doing, so he was home by 5:15. He did some laundry and dishes, but his flat didn't look half as nice as when Draco stayed over.
Wednesday, Harry couldn't face more shepherd’s pie or empty rooms, so he invited himself over to Ron and Hermione's for dinner. It was a fun evening, but he still felt off as he Flooed back to his empty flat. He slept on the couch just to avoid another morning alone in his too-big bed. By Thursday he could admit to missing Draco. He went out for fish and chips after work, but it felt wrong without Draco beside him moaning around each bite of vinegar-soaked oily potato.
Finally, Friday arrived. Harry was glad he had planned to spend the weekend with Draco because he couldn't have made it another day without him. The only reason he didn't cut out of work early was because the Portkey didn't activate until 5:10. The moment the clock hit five o'clock, Harry cleared his desk, threw on his rucksack, and clutched at the old gum wrapper that was to take him to Amersterdam. It was a very long ten minutes.
With a yank of his stomach, Harry found himself at the Dutch Embassy. He rushed through immigration and Flooed to Draco's hotel. Draco was standing in the lobby, immediately visible as Harry stepped from the flames. At his side was a tall, handsome dark-haired man.
"Harry!" Draco moved across the lobby and embraced him. He could smell the sweetness of Draco's skin and feel the heat of his body. The handsome man approached as well.
"Mr Potter," the man greeted. Expect it did not sound the least bit welcoming.
Draco stepped back and looked between them. He turned to Harry and gestured to the other man. "Harry, this is Claude. He's the French delegate for commerce. He's been keeping me company this past week."
Harry did not like the sound of that one bit. "What do you mean, keeping you company?"
Draco just shrugged. "You know how I hate to eat alone."
Harry knew that damn well. It was part of the reason he'd resisted inviting Draco to live with him. Sometimes Harry liked to eat alone, and Draco never would. He would starve if Harry weren't always making them meals or taking them out to get a bite. But the thought of this Claude feeding Draco didn't sit well either. Harry stepped closer to Draco and wrapped a protective arm around him. "Well, he can take the weekend off. You won't be alone."
Claude gave him a cold smile and then turned to Draco. "Then I will see you on Monday. Lunch at our usual?"
They had a usual? Draco and this French fucker had a place of their own? Harry wanted to break something, preferably Claude's face. "We'll see you then." Both Draco and Claude looked at Harry in surprise.
"Don't you have work on Monday?" Draco asked. He had all but begged Harry to join him for this conference, but Harry had insisted he had work to do. The work could wait. He'd put in overtime last week, and Merlin knew he had plenty of accrued vacation time.
He turned to Draco and brought their faces close together. "I'm staying all week." He'd owl the Head Auror on Monday and get official permission. "I wanted it to be a surprise." A surprise for everyone.
Draco's face broke into a huge grin. Harry risked a quick glance at Claude and caught him scowling. Take that, Frenchy! Draco started listing places he wanted to show Harry, and Harry just smiled. How could he have thought that anything at the office was worth leaving Draco alone in the clutches of swarmy Frenchmen.
A moment later, Draco was bidding Claude farewell. Yes, he agreed to lunch on Monday, but he included Harry in the plan and that was enough for Harry to hold him tighter and smile against his shoulder.
"Did you miss me," Draco crooned once they were alone at a table in the dimly lit hotel bar.
"So much," Harry admitted. He thought about the alone time he'd thought he would enjoy and how it had simply felt like loneliness. "I want you to move in with me."
Draco smiled, but it looked pained. "No you don't. As soon as I'm back there you will want your nights alone and your own space." He dropped his eyes and stared sadly at the cocktail napkin tucked under his drink.
Harry scooped up Draco's hand and waited until Draco met his eyes. "I do like my time alone, but I think we can make that work even living together. You go out with your own friends often enough that I will have my nights to work late or watch telly alone. But this week felt all wrong. I don't want to wake up alone. I don't want to cook for one." He let a mischievous smile pull at his lips. "I don't want to do my own laundry."
Draco smiled back at him. "You are useless at that."
Harry nodded solemnly. "Will you save me from myself?"
Draco's face grew sharp as he studied Harry's eyes and hands. "You're sure about this?" He sounded oddly vulnerable.
"I'm certain."
Draco gave a little smile before it morphed into a smirk. He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll save you from your inability to sort laundry. But don't expect to find me waiting for you every night. I have plans, too, you know." Despite his little pointy nose in the air, Harry recognise the concession for what it was. Draco would let him occasionally work late or go out with Ron for drinks after work. His heart swelled with affection for Draco's understanding.
"Just don't invite any French men over."
Draco's smile is predatory. "Why, Potter. Are you jealous?"
Harry growled across the table. "You know I am. Now show me your room so you can assure me you're still mine." He threw some coins on the table, grabbed Draco's wrist, and dragged him toward the lift. He suspected he was playing right along with another of Draco's cunning plans, but he really couldn't be fucked to care.
But speaking of fucking … he pulled Draco into the lift and watched as Draco eagerly hit the button for the top floor.
Penthouse. Of course.
Harry barely let Draco close the door to the suite before he was on his knees ripping open Draco's trousers and swallowing his cock. The penthouse suite would surely have a massive bed that they could put to good use later, but in that moment, he just needed to hear Draco moaning his name and clawing at his hair.
He could make Draco come undone.
He knew exactly where to lick him and the right moment to begin rolling his balls. He knew every inch of Draco's body because it was his. Draco began quivering against the door and Harry could almost count the seconds until he came. He knew how he would sound and the way the hand in Harry's hair would pull tight before gently caressing him.
Draco would refuse to slide down to the floor and there would be a quip on his lips as soon as his breathing recovered. He would use his hand to finish Harry off, because Draco never traded head for head.
What Harry didn't know was what the rest of the night would bring. As much as Draco was incredibly predictable, he was also capricious and moody as fuck. Harry might be dragged out to the poshed restaurant in Amsterdam, or they might be eating room service off each other's stomachs. Harry didn't care.
He had his Draco.
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Rated NC-17. Un-betaed. 1,400 words.
Draco had left on Sunday evening to catch his Portkey to Amesterdam. He had invited Harry to join him, but Harry could think of few things more boring than a two week conference on international commerce regulation. He was proud of Draco for being the British delegate, but he had his own work to do.
Sunday night, he made a large shepherd’s pie and fell asleep in front of the television. He woke up alone, but that wasn't unheard of. Sometimes he liked his space. It was part of the reason he ignored Draco's hints about moving in.
Monday night, he worked late just because he could. With no Draco expecting him, he finished his reports and didn't make it home until nine. He ate leftover shepherd's pie and barely made it to bed. Tuesday, there wasn't any work to stay late doing, so he was home by 5:15. He did some laundry and dishes, but his flat didn't look half as nice as when Draco stayed over.
Wednesday, Harry couldn't face more shepherd’s pie or empty rooms, so he invited himself over to Ron and Hermione's for dinner. It was a fun evening, but he still felt off as he Flooed back to his empty flat. He slept on the couch just to avoid another morning alone in his too-big bed. By Thursday he could admit to missing Draco. He went out for fish and chips after work, but it felt wrong without Draco beside him moaning around each bite of vinegar-soaked oily potato.
Finally, Friday arrived. Harry was glad he had planned to spend the weekend with Draco because he couldn't have made it another day without him. The only reason he didn't cut out of work early was because the Portkey didn't activate until 5:10. The moment the clock hit five o'clock, Harry cleared his desk, threw on his rucksack, and clutched at the old gum wrapper that was to take him to Amersterdam. It was a very long ten minutes.
With a yank of his stomach, Harry found himself at the Dutch Embassy. He rushed through immigration and Flooed to Draco's hotel. Draco was standing in the lobby, immediately visible as Harry stepped from the flames. At his side was a tall, handsome dark-haired man.
"Harry!" Draco moved across the lobby and embraced him. He could smell the sweetness of Draco's skin and feel the heat of his body. The handsome man approached as well.
"Mr Potter," the man greeted. Expect it did not sound the least bit welcoming.
Draco stepped back and looked between them. He turned to Harry and gestured to the other man. "Harry, this is Claude. He's the French delegate for commerce. He's been keeping me company this past week."
Harry did not like the sound of that one bit. "What do you mean, keeping you company?"
Draco just shrugged. "You know how I hate to eat alone."
Harry knew that damn well. It was part of the reason he'd resisted inviting Draco to live with him. Sometimes Harry liked to eat alone, and Draco never would. He would starve if Harry weren't always making them meals or taking them out to get a bite. But the thought of this Claude feeding Draco didn't sit well either. Harry stepped closer to Draco and wrapped a protective arm around him. "Well, he can take the weekend off. You won't be alone."
Claude gave him a cold smile and then turned to Draco. "Then I will see you on Monday. Lunch at our usual?"
They had a usual? Draco and this French fucker had a place of their own? Harry wanted to break something, preferably Claude's face. "We'll see you then." Both Draco and Claude looked at Harry in surprise.
"Don't you have work on Monday?" Draco asked. He had all but begged Harry to join him for this conference, but Harry had insisted he had work to do. The work could wait. He'd put in overtime last week, and Merlin knew he had plenty of accrued vacation time.
He turned to Draco and brought their faces close together. "I'm staying all week." He'd owl the Head Auror on Monday and get official permission. "I wanted it to be a surprise." A surprise for everyone.
Draco's face broke into a huge grin. Harry risked a quick glance at Claude and caught him scowling. Take that, Frenchy! Draco started listing places he wanted to show Harry, and Harry just smiled. How could he have thought that anything at the office was worth leaving Draco alone in the clutches of swarmy Frenchmen.
A moment later, Draco was bidding Claude farewell. Yes, he agreed to lunch on Monday, but he included Harry in the plan and that was enough for Harry to hold him tighter and smile against his shoulder.
"Did you miss me," Draco crooned once they were alone at a table in the dimly lit hotel bar.
"So much," Harry admitted. He thought about the alone time he'd thought he would enjoy and how it had simply felt like loneliness. "I want you to move in with me."
Draco smiled, but it looked pained. "No you don't. As soon as I'm back there you will want your nights alone and your own space." He dropped his eyes and stared sadly at the cocktail napkin tucked under his drink.
Harry scooped up Draco's hand and waited until Draco met his eyes. "I do like my time alone, but I think we can make that work even living together. You go out with your own friends often enough that I will have my nights to work late or watch telly alone. But this week felt all wrong. I don't want to wake up alone. I don't want to cook for one." He let a mischievous smile pull at his lips. "I don't want to do my own laundry."
Draco smiled back at him. "You are useless at that."
Harry nodded solemnly. "Will you save me from myself?"
Draco's face grew sharp as he studied Harry's eyes and hands. "You're sure about this?" He sounded oddly vulnerable.
"I'm certain."
Draco gave a little smile before it morphed into a smirk. He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll save you from your inability to sort laundry. But don't expect to find me waiting for you every night. I have plans, too, you know." Despite his little pointy nose in the air, Harry recognise the concession for what it was. Draco would let him occasionally work late or go out with Ron for drinks after work. His heart swelled with affection for Draco's understanding.
"Just don't invite any French men over."
Draco's smile is predatory. "Why, Potter. Are you jealous?"
Harry growled across the table. "You know I am. Now show me your room so you can assure me you're still mine." He threw some coins on the table, grabbed Draco's wrist, and dragged him toward the lift. He suspected he was playing right along with another of Draco's cunning plans, but he really couldn't be fucked to care.
But speaking of fucking … he pulled Draco into the lift and watched as Draco eagerly hit the button for the top floor.
Penthouse. Of course.
Harry barely let Draco close the door to the suite before he was on his knees ripping open Draco's trousers and swallowing his cock. The penthouse suite would surely have a massive bed that they could put to good use later, but in that moment, he just needed to hear Draco moaning his name and clawing at his hair.
He could make Draco come undone.
He knew exactly where to lick him and the right moment to begin rolling his balls. He knew every inch of Draco's body because it was his. Draco began quivering against the door and Harry could almost count the seconds until he came. He knew how he would sound and the way the hand in Harry's hair would pull tight before gently caressing him.
Draco would refuse to slide down to the floor and there would be a quip on his lips as soon as his breathing recovered. He would use his hand to finish Harry off, because Draco never traded head for head.
What Harry didn't know was what the rest of the night would bring. As much as Draco was incredibly predictable, he was also capricious and moody as fuck. Harry might be dragged out to the poshed restaurant in Amsterdam, or they might be eating room service off each other's stomachs. Harry didn't care.
He had his Draco.
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:34 pm (UTC)This was divine. <3
They had a usual? Draco and this French fucker had a place of their own?
Take that, Frenchy!
Harry, you beast! I love him. I love jelaous!harry.
(should add that on my list!) Awesome. Love this. <3
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Date: 2015-03-07 03:52 am (UTC)Anyway, this is becoming an essay. I loved it, it was perfect and sappy and sweet and deliciously hot. THANK YOU, BB!!
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Date: 2015-03-07 05:13 am (UTC)I have such a thing for jealous Harry :)
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Date: 2015-03-12 12:51 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! I do imagine Draco softening as he matures, but I don't ever want him to lose the self-interest that makes him Draco. And since when did Harry ever know what was best for him when he tried using his head instead of his gut?
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Date: 2015-03-15 03:55 am (UTC)I loved this!
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