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Dark Marks [01] for Circumpolar

This was not the way Harry Potter had imagined his life to be when he was a first year back at Hogwarts and just learning about this world.

Of course, after that first year and the years following, he thought himself lucky if he made it past Hogwarts in the first place.

It had been five years since the end of the war. The wizarding community was continuing to be rebuilt as the days, months and years went by. He had friends that had been a invaluable support to him during and after the war. Not only that, but he had a strong and beautiful woman who had been by his side since that final battle.

A woman that would be his wife in less than 48 hours.

It wasn't who he had expected by any stretch of the imagination but she had been there and they had grown closer than he ever imagined he would after Draco.

Draco, the boy Harry had considered his best friend for a number of years had ran off at some point during that final battle and he hadn't heard from him since. It had been infuriating but most of all, he had been... upset when he hadn't heard a peep from him the years since.

Harry shook his head and gave himself a look over in the mirror. It didn't do to dwell.

He had never been a vain man but he wanted to make sure the fit and color was just right. It was. He had learned some things over the years being best friends with a boy who made sure he looked impeccable.

He thanked the shop keeper after changing back into his every day robes, hung the dress robes over his arm and left the shop. It was mere minutes later that he returned to the flat he was renting and banished the robes to his closet. Harry took a moment to look around the front room and allowed himself a little smile. It was a far cry from where he started.

He wasn't needed anywhere for another few hours. It was just plenty of time to have some tea and catch up on some communication with friends.

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Before Hogwarts, Harry Potter was never in control – not of the way he looked, or dressed or even the way he lived. It was only after becoming a wizard that Harry had a chance of becoming someone else, someone different. Of course, after he was told he was a wizard, he soon realized he wasn’t in control of the way he lived either and had a madman after him.

The way he looked and the way he dressed however was something he was finally able to control for himself. He finally burned the second hand castoffs from Dudley and bought clothes that were actually in his size. He had Draco to thank for that (and probably much of their year).

He lifted his gaze from the glass before him and allowed himself a slow smirk at Draco’s words. “It’s a shame you didn’t,” he said, paused deliberately then continued, “Although I have no doubt that you still have much you could teach me.” He meant it in every dirty and wicked way it could be interpreted. Did he mention he was much better at being subtle?

Harry poured them both another glass before setting the bottle down. “I’ve thought of a dragon, a snitch or a phoenix – all of which are apt.” He glanced over at him and grinned, taking a sip from his drink. It felt so easy to talk to Draco even though they hadn’t talked for five years or more. He felt easy to fall back into the easy conversation they’d always had before expectations were placed on the both of them. “Haven’t decided on a location yet,” he admitted with a grin. He had held off on getting a tattoo primarily because he felt, if he was going to do something so permanent like that, he wanted to be absolutely sure on both what and where it was.

“Yeah, were still close. We get together for drinks pretty regularly. You should get in contact with him,” he said and looked at Draco. “It may do you some good as well.”

There were meant to be words here. Words about ink and people and tattoos and Blaise. Talk about their past, and maybe the future, and ignoring that Draco thought he was heading off to die, and Potter was going to be married in two days.

That was what it was meant to be, but Draco had no hope in hell of speaking about any of that. Not in the least. Not when Harry said what he did, about their still being time to teach him, and he wasn't being at all subtle. Not to Draco.

Shifting in his seat, wincing at the pain of tight trousers as he leaned over the table closer to Harry.

"Potter, I have not had human contact in five years. I haven't had a lover, haven't had a friend. You are getting married in two bloody days," he growled, eyes narrowed and aching to literally leap across the table and take Potter then and there. "Don't tease me. I will not fight my death if I come in my bloody trousers because I've wanted you for about ten years, Potter."

Harry was promptly ignoring and dismissing any notion that Draco Malfoy was going to die at any point in the near future. This was mostly due to the fact of Draco being here, with him, and now that he was here? He was sure as hell not going to let the blonde go so easily. No matter what the nature of their relationship was.

It had always been fascinating to watch the emotions filter over Malfoy’s face as he considered thoughts, ideas, concepts and the hidden meanings behind words. Of course, not everyone was able to read the other man so well but Harry wasn’t just ‘anyone’. He could see the exact moment the thoughts changed in the other man’s head.

He shouldn’t be considering this. Shouldn’t even be subtly – not-so-subtly suggesting it!

But, he sure as fuck wasn’t backing out now though or taking back what he said.

Harry had always wanted to know what it would have been like, to be with Draco. Someone he loved and cared about and wanted to be with like this.

His trousers felt tighter, and not for the first time, Harry was thankful for robes. He shifted in his seat before meeting his gaze again.

“There are much better places to come than in your trousers,” he said, leaning over the table to meet him before giving the other wizard a slow look over. “You’re not the only one - I’ve wanted you for years, Draco.”

God, five years was a long, long time to go without a lover or a friend.

I could be both.

That was all Draco needed to hear. It was more than teasing, more than his desire making the pureblood wizard hear the things he wanted to hear.

He moved to quickly to his feet that his chair hit the wall with a loud crack. Even then he didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but Potter.

"Come on," he said with a jerk of his head, not caring if standing over Potter like that Harry could likely see the hard press of his cock against the tight fly of his trousers. "I've got a room upstairs," he said, picking up the fire whiskey bottle to take with them. "I am guessing you would rather do this up there than me bending you over this table," he murmured, staring down at the other man, eyes bright with lust.

"Coming?"

He could feel his body start humming with arousal the moment Draco stood from the table. He hardly noticed the way his chair hit the wall or the way others started turning in their direction before looking away again.

Harry licked at his bottom lip and stood from the table, not missing the way Draco's cock was pressing tight against his trousers. "Much rather do this in a room, thanks," he murmured with a little smile, his eyes darted with lust and want.

He nodded and walked around the table, lifting the silencing charm and letting Draco take the lead up to his room. "After you."

Merlin. This was everything he had fantasized about for years.

There was no hesitation in Draco now. Not with Potter on his heels. Heading straight for the stairs, only making it about half way up them before he turned to Harry. His fingers gripped the other man's robe, jerking him close.

The kiss was hard, needful, desperate for so much more and yet unable to wait, not even a few more steps, to taste the man he had missed for all this time.

His hand fairly shook, tongue plundering Harry's mouth, tasting him with a soft sound that anyone that didn't know the man Draco held himself to be might have been a whimper.

As soon as Draco jerked him in close, Harry's hands gripped his hips and looped his fingers into Draco's belt loops. A low sound slipped from his mouth as he returned the hard and desperate kiss. For once, he couldn't find it in himself to care about anything else but this right here.

Draco's taste, the way he smelled and the way the man felt against him was everything Harry had dreamt of and more. Much, much more.

Harry whimpered softly and pressed hard against him before pulling away just a little to speak. "Room - we should... move this to your room," he murmured before leaning in for another deep and hard kiss. Both hands slid from Draco's hips to his arse and gave it a squeeze.

"Yeah. A room."

But he wasn't making any effort to move for one. Not yet. He couldn't bring himself to. Some fear that once they got to the room, he would have tried to leave again. He just wanted to keep Harry close.

"I need you," he whispered, his hand dropping down and running along the length of Harry's cock. "Fuck, I need you."

There was no way that Harry was going to walk away from Draco like this. Not by a long shot.

It was surprising to hear something like 'need' from Draco but bloody hell, Harry could relate all too well with those sentiments. "I need you too," he whispered against the other man's lips. The hand on his cock made him shiver and press into that hand. "Fuck, Draco," he murmured then bit down on the other wizard's bottom lip.

It took some effort but he pulled away just enough so he could grab one of Malfoy's hands. "Come on, let's get up to you room. Then you can have me however you want me."

Dammit but Draco was shaking, and he was near begging. He wanted this. Not just to have contact, to touch another human being after he had been without for so long, but to hold another, to make love to the man he had loved for as long as he had loved Harry Potter.

His hand gripped tightly at the other man's, moving up the stairs, nearly taking them two at a time. His hand moved, gesturing at the door, opening it with speechless magic rather than a key.

The moment they cleared the threshold he turned, using his hand to close the door, and then he was pushing the other man back against the door. "I've missed you, Potter. More than I can find words for."

He had to admit, Draco's use of wordless magic was bloody hot.

He'd be the first to admit that he enjoyed the displays of sheer power from those he found attractive and wanted to be with. Harry was equally thankful the privacy the room afforded them. He leaned against the closed door and tightened his hands on Draco's hips, pulling him against him.

"I've missed you too, Malfoy," he said, pulling the other man toward him so he could press another kiss to his mouth, greedy for the feel of his mouth on his. "I missed you more than I could even put into words." It was true - it had always been true. Draco had been his first best friend, among the first that he found himself crushing on and the first that taught him what being a Slytherin was all about.

His hand shifted, locking the door behind them. He didn't expect anyone, but he wasn't going to stand for anyone interupting this either. As long as he had waited, as much as he had done without, the thought of losing this now might well have driven him to extremes.

"You don't need words then. Just this. God, I plan to have you every way imaginable," he murmured, aching as his hands clutched at Potter's robes, working it off slim shoulders. "I need you naked," he said, not shy about what he wanted now. He never had been before, after all.

As Draco locked the door, Harry took the moment to throw up some privacy charms of his own. The last thing he wanted was for this to be in the papers tomorrow. At least, not yet at any case. He wanted this time with Draco and didn't want to worry about someone over hearing or walking in on them.

"Just this," he agreed and straightened up enough so Draco could remove his robes. He was not in the least bit surprised by Draco's blunt words. Once upon a time, he had been used to it. To be honest? It was comforting to know that it was one thing that hadn't changed. "And Draco Malfoy always gets what he wants," he mused with a little smile, looking up at him.

He licked at his bottom lip and moved his hands to Draco's jumper, working it up over his chest. He had thought about this for years. Even lately, he had found himself being woken up to dreams of Malfoy.

Someone came in, Draco would be a murderer. Again. Not that he hadn't done it before, but it wouldn't stop him or slow him down. Whatever it took. He didn't care. He had Potter, and the thought was there to never let him go.

"Always get what I want," he said, ducking back and away to get out of his jumper. He smiled as he stared at the other man. "You know, I have this thought. I used to think about having you suck me off on the train, Potter. Maybe I should ask you to do it for me now," he teased, trying to sound and act like himself, to be the man he had once been.

If someone were to manage to come in, Harry would have to hurt someone.

Or arrest someone.

He didn't care.

After all of this, Harry wasn't going to let Draco Malfoy walk (run or hide) away from him again. Not anymore.

Merlin, but the man was bloody perfect. He licked at his bottom lip then moved his gaze back up to Malfoy's. "Oh? Did you fantasize about it often?" He slid a hand down to Malfoy's slacks and cupped the hardened ridge of Draco's cock. He couldn't deny it, he had thought of the same thing often himself.

On the train. In their dorms with the others asleep around them. In the potions classroom without Snape around. Library. The astronomy tower.

It didn't matter, he'd had an overactive, hormone ridden brain those last few years.

There was something there, being with Harry, that brought out so much of the man that Draco had been. Swaggering as he moved in closer, planting his hands on either side of Potter's head, pinning him there against the wall though he didn't have to.

"All the time," he admitted. "First thing I would do when we got back to the Slytherin common room was disappear behind my bed curtains just so I could jack of thinking about you," he murmured, leaning in and brushing his lips against Potter's. A kiss he had been waiting for even after all these years.

"Going to tell me you never did the same?" He asked, arching a brow with a traditional smirk.

Draco didn't have to, no, but Harry wasn't about to deny that he rather liked the way Draco still stood taller than him and felt pressed against him. He tightened his hand around Draco's covered cock and made a low noise, remembering all those times where Draco disappeared behind his curtains.

He leaned in and returned the kiss with a low sound, licking at Malfoy's bottom lip then tugging on it.

"Oh no, not at all," he murmured and allowed himself a smirk. "Thought of you on the train, in our dorm, in potions, the library, astronomy tower, Quidditch pitch...," he trailed off and pressed slow kisses over Draco's jaw. Because despite having a mad man after him for years, he was still a teenager who had hormones.

Draco chuckled, rocking in against Potter's touch. "Potions? Really? With or without Snape watching?"

The thought amused him, not that he was sexually interested in their potions master, but how far would Potter go? How far had his fantasies gone?

Leaning in, his mouth brushed against the others, speaking with his lips moving against Harry's.

"So then, do I just take you now, a bit of magic to keep from destroying that perfect arse, or do you want to suck it wet first?"

"Without Snape watching," he said with a chuckle, pressing a kiss over the scar. Even with the scar, the pureblood was beautiful. He had always thought so. He hadn't been sexually attracted to the professor but he could admit, after seeing another side to the man, he could see the appeal.

Harry hummed and felt a shiver slide down his body at Draco's words.

"I think that may depend - how patient are you feeling," he asked and moved both hands to the front of Draco's slacks so he could start working on them next. They had gotten distracted, not nearly as naked as both of them wanted to be.

After all, it had been five years since Draco had a lover. Even on good days he knew the wizard had been impatient at times.

Of course, that wasn't to say he didn't want his mouth on that cock sometime tonight.

It was like school, when they had their futures ahead of them and the world on a string. Then there was Voldemort and it had all fallen apart.

Now though, at least for a time, it felt to Draco like he had it all back again. If only for the night.

Moaning, rocking his hips to grind himself against Harry's hand.

"I can try and be patient," he whispered. "I can't promise anything." But he wouldn't rush it. If only for Harry's sake.

Harry wasn't allowing himself to think beyond what they could have tonight and what tomorrow would undoubtedly bring. He had Draco Malfoy here, with him, and he was going to cling onto that for all it was worth at the moment. He wasn't a particularly clingy or needy man but he wanted to have this with him.

Tonight. They'd at least have tonight.

Then he could feel the guilt.

He made a low noise and slid down to his knees, moving his hands back to Draco's slacks and quickly unbuttoned then unzipped them before working them down, off his hips. "I'm okay if you're not feeling so patient as well," he said, quickly sending the other man a wink before leaning in and licking over the head of his cock. Harry reached down and adjusted himself in his pants before moving both hands to Malfoy's thighs.

Despite saying the words, the playful words between them, Draco wasn't sure if he truly expected to have this. Then Potter was sinking to the floor, and it took all of Draco's willpower not to fall to his knees.

Even with trying, he shook at that first touch of hot tongue against his cockhead, whimpering in ways he might never have allowed himself before. This though, this had taken so long and it was so good, and he finally gave in, curling his fingers into Potter's hair, twisting in the curls to hold tight. To try and keep himself on his feet.

And his eyes open, wanting to see this, all of this, as he stared down at the other man.

Despite Malfoy's words to the contrary, Harry had the uncanny feeling that Draco didn't exactly expect to have Harry's mouth on him tonight.

Which made it all the better, if you asked him.

He made a low noise and closed his eyes a little as he focused on the task at hand.

Oh he liked the way Draco's hand curled in his hair like that. He'd always liked it when the other boy had worked his fingers through his hair whenever he hadn't been able to tame it himself.

Harry licked down the length of his cock before wrapping his mouth over Draco's cockhead.

Truth be told, there was a year after the war that he hadn't strictly been with Ginny. Now that he didn't have death over his head and he was trying to figure out what to do with the rest of his life, he took time to do... nearly everything he could and had missed out on. He had completed his 'eighth year' with the rest who returned and spent a little of that time exploring his sexuality. This was one of the things he explored. In fact, he and Zabini had explored a bit together in those days though they both knew nothing serious would come of it.

He glanced up through his eyelashes to watch Malfoy's face as he slowly slid his mouth down his length, as much as he could to start.

There was a part of Draco's mind that knew this was it. This would be his ending. This was his last moment, his momentary happiness, the only thing he'd be holding on to when the last of the Death Eaters found him. Having this with Harry though, it was all he had wanted, and what he had thought about in that time when he was certain he wouldn't survive.

Yet those thoughts were pushed back, forgotten in the moments he could have this. The warmth in Potter's eyes, the eagerness with which he set in to bring Draco pleasure. The silkiness of Potter's hair against Draco's fingers was a reminder of the past, of the times when they would lay behind drawn curtains in a bed in the Slytherin area, taking and whispering, planning and spending time together and if Harry rested his head in Draco's lap, so be it. If he had stroked his hair, that had been normal for them.

Normal for two boys hiding just how much they cared for one another.

"Fucking hell, Potter. Merlin's beard that mouth is wasted on women," he said. It wasn't insulting Ginny but just the truth.

Slowly he rolled his hips, pushing his dick against those gorgeous lips.

Inwardly, Harry was smug.

Smug that he was able to do this to Draco and get that sort of reaction out of him. He hummed softly and relaxed his throat so Draco could push further into his mouth. It had been a while since he had done this but it came back to him and made him remember how much he rather enjoyed doing this.

Harry tightened his mouth around him and sucked while wrapping his hand around the base, stroking the vein with his thumb. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Draco's; and though there were moments he wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in this, he wanted to watch Malfoy's face most of all.

Fuck, he was attractive. Always had been of course. That hadn't changed.

It was the Malfoy genes, he was sure.

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