Five Years After - Part 3
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nico1908Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Guilty Pleasures
The place appeals to him because, unlike other establishments he's used, this one has a vaguely homey feel to it and is kept meticulously clean by an owner who treats her employees almost like a mother.
Or maybe it's because her round face, framed by greying curls, with its rosy cheeks and friendly eyes, reminds him a little of Mrs. Weasley. She calls him "dearie" or "love" and offers him a cup of tea and biscuits before they talk business.
Not that there is much to talk about.
"Thank you, love," she says after she has counted the notes he has just handed her. "I'll show you up."
He follows her into a pleasant room with a fireplace and big windows that overlook a little garden. It is the largest chamber in the house and also the most expensive one. The first time he thought he chose it because he felt guilty. This time he thinks he chose it because it reminds him of Draco's room in his home. Their home.
The air tastes of lilacs in spring, roses in summer...
"Five minutes," he says, breathing the smell of autumn, of rich, dark humus, wet treebark, and rotting leaves.
"Of course, dearie," she replies and hands him the key.
He muses over the gesture, which appears rather pointless in this house, while he Incendio's the wood in the fireplace and stares into the flames until he hears a soft knock on the door.
She is a squib, like most of the girls here. The others are Muggle-born witches who have never received any magical education and have ended up in Madam Adeline's establishment for reasons he can very well imagine but doesn't like to dwell upon.
He smiles at the girl and asks for her name, and she tells him "Violet" in a voice that is surprisingly deep for a woman. She is also tall for a woman, the tip of her nose almost level with his.
Shrugging off her robe, she reveals a close-fitting shift made of a shimmering material that clings to her small breasts and narrow hips. Harry is glad to see this. Her rather boyish figure will make things less… strenuous for her.
"And who are you?"
She looks him over with dark brown eyes – like his own are, thanks to coloured contact lenses.
"I'm Harry."
"How do you do, Harry?"
He nods.
Feels the strain in his smile.
The vial with the potion is burning in his trouser pocket.
Imperio.
He whispers it against her mind, suggesting rather than commanding. It is a skill he has discovered by accident, on one of those occasions when his editor was taking his time while he was impatient to return home to Draco. He isn't proud of it and he rarely uses it, but when he does it here, it lessens the guilt a little.
Her face takes on a dreamy expression.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he promises and hands her the vial. "Drink."
He hasn't got much time, but he helps her through the transformation as best he can and takes a few minutes afterwards to make sure she is relaxed and comfortable before he enters her, breathing gentle kisses across the soft skin between her shoulderblades.
"Harry." It's not exactly the same voice, but it is close enough.
It makes him shiver.
"Draco," he sighs and withdraws so that he can push back into the warmth and comfort of the pliable body underneath him.
He wants to take it slow, draw out the pleasure, so as to better remember how it feels like to be inside another person again, later, when he is back home. But part of him is worried about Draco being all by himself and another part simply wants release, and the two combined drive him on with breathtaking speed.
"Draco," he pants into the other's neck, "God, Draco."
A moan answers him. To reach down and around is almost a reflex. To find the other hard and wet is more than he expected.
"Touch yourself," he groans before he lets go of thinking and there is only gasping and moving and – finally – coming to the pulses of the other's climax.
If there is anything positive about using this particular spell in this place, it is that he doesn't have to get up and leave the moment he is done. He can put his arm around the warm body next to him and rest without feeling awkward or self-conscious, pretend for a little while, dream that this is how things would be.
"Tell me about yourself," he says and listens to the rising and falling of the voice he hasn't heard in over a year until the potion wears off.
When it's time to get dressed, it seems to him that his clothes feel different on his skin. Or maybe it's his skin that feels different.
The girl watches him, stretching languidly on the crumpled sheets, and he admits to himself that he likes the way she is looking at him. It's been a long time since anybody has looked at him appreciatively.
She slips out of bed when he retrieves his travelling cloak from the wardrobe.
"You're sweet," she says, arranging the heavy folds around his shoulders. "Come visit me again some time."
He nods and gently releases her mind.
His fingers close around his wand in its strap inside his cloak.
"Good-bye, Violet" he says as he opens the door. His smile feels less strained.
Obliviate.
*****Part 1: Holiday
Part 2: Destination, Determination, Deliberation
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Date: 2007-02-24 12:49 am (UTC)I have a question, though. does he still fuck Draco like he did at the end of DSoL, soul or no soul?
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Date: 2007-02-24 01:58 am (UTC)Hmmmm... that is the question, isn't it? I have a hunch we may find out in the next episode.
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