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Title: What Can I Do?
Rating: R/18
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Warnings: H/D slash, very smutty
Author's Notes: Please don't hate me for this! I promise it will all be fine!



Chapter 1 here

Chapter 13: Date

“Hello!”

Draco looked up from the book Kreacher was holding up for him to read and tried to pretend that it was coincidence he was in here when Harry arrived home from work that evening.

“You’re early,” he said, just to add to the idea.

“No I’m not, it’s the usual time.” Harry had practically bounced across the room and was now handing Kreacher his cloak to put away.

“Oh.” Draco had planned to act surprised at that, but Harry’s jubilant mood had thrown him off slightly. “What are you so happy about anyway?”

Harry actually looked slightly less buoyant at that and settled down slightly, trailing through to the study, forcing Draco to follow him if he wanted to hear the answer.

“I’m going on a date,” he said finally, sounding slightly guilty. At least Draco thought he sounded guilty but that might just have been his imagination.

“Oh.” For a moment Draco felt his heart sink and then he shook himself, because why on earth would his heart be sinking at that? What did he care if Potter had a date? “Who with?” he asked, trying to keep his voice light and casual. If he didn’t at least show some interest Potter would probably get suspicious.

“Martin.”

“Who’s Martin?” Draco asked, when no more information seemed to be forthcoming.

Potter waved a dismissive hand. “You won’t know him. He works in Broomstick Regulation.”

Draco snorted at that and muttered, “Poor guy,” when Potter shot him a questioning look.

“What do you mean?” he asked suspiciously, “Are you saying a date with me would be terrible?”

Draco blinked at him for a second. Potter looked violently angry all of a sudden, which was made all the more strange by the fact that he’d so completely misinterpreted Draco’s words that Draco almost wanted to laugh. Almost. The look on Potter’s face was too venomous for that.

“What I meant Potter,” Draco said slowly and carefully as if speaking too fast might make Potter explode, “Was that Broomstick Regulation is an incredibly boring department to work in.”

“Oh.” Potter deflated instantly, looking almost disappointed. Had he actually wanted a fight?

“So when is this date then?” Draco snapped, feeling slightly miffed by Potter’s odd behaviour.

“Thursday.”

“Right.”

There didn’t really seem to be anything else to say so Draco turned and left the room, pretending he didn’t hear when Potter called his name after him.

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The next three days felt like something akin to torture to Draco. With the knowledge that Potter was going on a date in his head Draco felt the polite thing to do was to try and control himself enough that Potter didn’t have to do anything about the fact that his sex drive seemed to have gone into overdrive. He wanted someone to kiss, to fuck, to touch him, to fuck him so hard he couldn’t think straight. He wanted Potter. But that of course was because Potter was the only person here.

Instead what he had was nothing. Even the easy banter he had shared with Potter in between the times he was mad at him for something seemed to have disappeared. Potter dressed him and undressed him. It was the only interaction they had, and on Wednesday when Potter offered to give him a bath Draco resolutely shook his head and turned his back on the other man. It didn’t feel right. It felt like someone else was in the room now watching them, intruding on the private little bubble Draco had set up around them in his head. He hadn’t even realised he’d done it until it had been popped.

By the time Thursday rolled around Draco wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. It didn’t help that Potter seemed to feel the need to visit him in his room and tell him he was about to leave.

“I’m going,” he said, whilst Draco’s brain was far too busy noticing that Potter actually looked incredibly attractive in his green dress robes to pay attention. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Fine,” Draco said. Potter sighed and turned to go, and Draco realised it was now or never. “Why are you going on a date anyway?”

Potter turned and gave Draco a look of such puzzlement that Draco wished he could wave his hand in a dismissive gesture. Instead he settled for darting his gaze to the corners of the room and licking his lips. “What I mean is, why are you going on a date now? I work with you, everyone knows you haven’t been on a date for years.”

At least Potter seemed to understand what he was asking now judging by the look of comprehension that stole across his face. “I just figured it was time,” he said lightly, “Hermione’s been on at me for ages to find someone to settle down with, but I never felt it was the right time. People don’t see me for who I am usually and you can’t settle down with someone like that but I figured enough time has passed by now and I realised I do want someone to share my life with. That means I have to go on dates.”

“Oh. Right.” The blazing look in Potter’s eyes as he’d said he wanted someone to share his life with made Draco’s heart beat just a tiny bit faster. He felt, inexplicably, like it might have something to do with him.

“Will you be ok by yourself?” Why was Potter asking him that? He realised he had his head down, staring at the carpet and snapped it up again, giving Potter the most imperious gaze he could.

“Of course I will Potter. I spend all day by myself. Why wouldn’t I be? Off you go.”

It was a definite dismissal. Not even thick-headed Potter could fail to notice that. He left without another word and Draco immediately regretted saying it. Unfortunately by the time he regretted it enough to follow Potter downstairs and try to say something more, the other man had already disappeared through the Floo.

Disheartened and upset for reasons he couldn’t describe Draco flung himself down on the couch and buried his face in a cushion.


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“Draco.”

“Draco!”

“Wake up Draco. What are you doing here?”

Draco groaned and rolled on the couch, blinking until the man above him came into focus.

Oh Merlin it was Potter, apparently back from his date, which must mean it was quite late. Either late or the next morning. Draco let his eyes drift to the windows, saw the darkness outside and felt a knot of tension release in his stomach. It was definitely still evening. Harry hadn’t stayed the night with his date and Draco didn’t think he’d be the type to sleep with someone and leave before morning.

Actually that was a good point, what if he’d brought the man back here and now they were both looking at him lying on the couch like an idiot? He struggled to sit up and managed to glance around the room behind Harry.

When his eyes finally landed on Harry’s face the man gave him such a deep look with those intense, gleaming green eyes that Draco bizarrely felt his cock twitch interestedly in his pants.

“There’s no one else here Draco, just me,” said Harry pointedly.

“Oh.” Draco glared his throat and tried to think of something sensible to say. “How was your date?”

“Ok I suppose.”

“Oh.” He searched for another question, still trying to blink the sleep from his eyes and thoughts and went with. “I must have dropped off. What time is it?”

“About nine.” Harry’s tone was light and he let his gaze drift off to the side wall, but as Draco peered at him with a frown he could see he was trying not to let his lips twitch into a smile.

“Nine?” he echoed, when he decided that no, Potter wasn’t lying. He’d only been gone an hour and a half.

“Is Broomstick Regulation that boring?” He felt jubilant now for no apparent reason and most definitely in the mood to tease Potter about his crap date.

To his surprise Potter didn’t actually seem to mind. He pulled off his dress robes, revealing his bare chest and trousers underneath and sat down on the sofa by Draco’s feet.

“Turns out it really is that boring,” he confirmed, seemingly not about to act like stripping off in front of Draco was anything less than normal, “He was a nice guy, but he was too nice. Do you know what I mean?”

He looked at Draco as if expecting that he really would know, although Draco was too busy trying not to stare at Harry’s chest and desperately trying to hide his growing problem to do anything other than nod. Harry seemed content with that though and looked back towards the fireplace.

“He probably thought he had to be perfect for the Chosen One,” Draco suddenly blurted out after a moment of pensive silence. He was surprised at his own words and Harry seemed equally surprised.

“Maybe,” he said looking at Draco speculatively.

“Either that or he really was the most boring man ever to walk the earth,” Draco added, sniggering at his own insult. To his amazement, rather than defending his date, Harry gave a snort of laughter and a joking slap on the leg.

“He was boring,” he whined suddenly, “He was boring and nice and proper and I don’t think he’d ever even heard of the word sex, let alone had it. I can’t date someone like that.”

It was Draco’s turn now to laugh. “I see,” he said nodding wisely, “Now we get to the real problem. Harry Potter’s insatiable need for sex.”

“I’m not insatiable Draco,” said Harry crossly, then paused, seemed to consider things for a second and added, “I am horny though.”

The yelp Draco gave as Harry flung himself on top of him and bore him down onto his back was most undignified. So was the moan he gave when their hips met and their erections rubbed together through their trousers.

“Harry, what the fuck are you doing?” he managed to stutter as Harry dropped his head against his shoulder and gave a grunt as he started to grind their bodies together.

“Are you fucking kidding me Draco?” he muttered, “I need to come right now.”

Since Draco rather thought he was feeling the same way he couldn’t really object. He bucked his hips upwards and arched his neck, inviting Harry to suck at the skin there. It was an invitation Harry accepted with such enthusiasm that for a while all else was forgotten.

It was only when Draco shifted and realised that his cock was so hard it was in danger of ripping through his trousers that he remembered he needed something more. He whimpered and Harry thrust, sending a spike of pleasure through his body.

“Fuck Harry,” he gasped, “I haven’t come in four days. I’m going to fucking explode if you don’t make me come right now.”

Another jerk of Harry’s hips, rubbing their straining cocks together through far too many layers of clothing. Draco’s cock was throbbing almost painfully and he didn’t think he’d ever needed a release more than he did right now.

Luckily Harry seemed to feel the same because he grabbed at Draco’s hips, continuing to thrust until Draco was a writhing, whimpering mess and he knew he was embarrassing himself, but this just felt too good, and he was too hard, and he needed Harry so badly.

“Fuck Harry, please,” he whimpered, “Harder.” And Harry obliged, repositioning himself so there was more of that perfect friction and pouring out obscenities into Draco’s ear as he rubbed their hips together frantically.

“Harry, oh fuck Harry I’m-“ was all Draco managed to choke out before Harry himself let out a groan that let Draco know he was coming and Draco joined him, grinding desperately against the other man as he spilled white hot fluid inside his pants, gasping with the sheer relief of his release.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he panted as he came down and realised that he was still horny and Harry was still grinding their hips together.

“I’m taking you upstairs right now Draco and I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Harry growled and then before Draco could object he found himself snatched up off the couch and carried up the stairs.

“I can walk Harry,” he grumbled as the other man pushed open the door to his bedroom, rather than Draco’s.

“Not for long,” came the reply in a voice far too guttural for Draco’s lust filled mind to take. He thought if he hadn’t just come he might have seriously embarrassed himself right then and there.

A few minutes later he was definitely seriously embarrassing himself and he found that he really didn’t care. Harry was fucking him with slow, shallow strokes, just brushing the very edge of his prostate with each thrust, sending him completely mindless with desire and breaking down every inhibition he’d ever had.

“Fuck Harry, come on, give me more,” he panted, trying to hitch his knees up higher to encourage Harry deeper, “Come on, fuck me properly Harry. Fuck me hard. I want you to pound me into this mattress till I beg you to stop and then I want you to fuck me harder.”

“Fuck.” The result was not what Draco wanted, Harry stopped moving entirely and looked down on him with a wicked smirk. “You have such a filthy mouth Draco Malfoy, you need to hear yourself.”

“Harry!” He was whining now, and then in one glorious moment he realised that actually he didn’t need his hands right now. Not with Harry on that angle, not when he was gripping him like that and leaning just so. He wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist and pulled forwards so suddenly that Harry didn’t have time to stop the motion. Draco moaned as Harry’s cock was driven more completely inside him and pushed harder against his prostate.

“Fucking yes,” he groaned and used the leverage he had now to grind his arse against Harry’s cock as hard as he could, relishing the pleasure that exploded through his body. “That’s it, right there. So fucking good Harry.” He rolled and ground until Harry growled and snatched at his hips and pulled himself out a little way.

“That’s it, fuck me properly Harry,” he panted, throwing his head back with a half choked moan as Harry surged forwards and hit that spot deep inside him. “Again.” Merlin, Harry was going so slowly, and yet it felt so damn good Draco didn’t know whether he wanted him to get on with it or draw it out for as long as possible.

He squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his head to the side, letting out soft grunts of approval every time Harry thrust into him. It went on for a long time, so long that Draco lost track of everything else, his whole world just the feel of Harry’s cock sliding in and out, and the sounds of Harry’s own grunts of pleasure, and the vision of lights that danced before his eyes.

“Fuck Draco, I can’t take this anymore.”

Draco snapped his eyes open and then yelped as Harry grabbed his legs and forced them up and over his shoulders, leaning forwards and almost bending him in half as he reached for the headboard behind him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed as he started to thrust in this new position, “So fucking good.”

Merlin he was so deep. Too deep. Draco’s prostate screamed in protest and then gave up, giving itself over to indescribable waves of ecstasy that had Draco’s every nerve burning with white hot pleasure. If he’d thought he needed to come earlier it was nothing to how he felt now.

“Fuck! Fuck!” It was all he could say for a minute, and then he suddenly found his words. “Yes, right there. Fuck me harder. Come on Harry, harder. Faster. Harder. Fuck harder!” And Merlin it was possible to get harder because Harry was gripping the headboard and his hips were snapping forwards so fast Draco thought it should probably hurt and he knew he was going to be sore in the morning and he knew they’d both probably regret this, but right now the only important thing was that Harry had to do this harder. He needed to be fucked. He needed to hurt.

“Yes, yes. So close. Harder Harry. Fuck me!”

Draco dropped his eyes closed, feeling his climax snapping and curling inside him, threatening to release, not quite there yet.

“Look at me Draco.” Harry’s order, given in breathless pants was enough for Draco to snap his eyes back open. Harry was panting and gasping a sheen of sweat covering his skin as he drove his hips forwards, his green eyes brighter than Draco had ever seen them before. “So fucking good Draco. I want to hear you scream. Come for me Draco. Scream for me.”

“I need to come.” Draco knew he was babbling, but there was no way to stop the words. “I need to come. Fuck Harry. Fuck!” And Draco came. His orgasm hit so suddenly that every muscle in his body convulsed and his vision darkened even though he kept his eyes open and he needed to touch his cock so badly he was almost surprised the curse didn’t break under the sheer force of that need. He felt Harry’s hand close around the shaft, even as he continued fucking his arse and Draco really did scream then, a sharp, guttural cry as more come shot out over his stomach and he felt Harry emptying himself inside him.

“Oh shit.”

That was Harry, spent and utterly exhausted. Draco let his legs drop down from his shoulders and Harry flopped down on top of him. Wishing he could wrap his arms around him was entirely pointless so he settled instead for nuzzling at the other man’s hair until it earned him a chuckle and the embrace he so desperately wanted and couldn’t return.

“Draco Malfoy, why the hell do you want to cuddle?” Harry was still chuckling, even as he rolled onto his side and pulled Draco firmly into his chest.

“I don’t,” Draco muttered, despite the fact that he was nuzzling his cheek against Harry’s chest to find a comfortable spot to lie, “I just thought you might need one after your terrible date.”

“I think the sex just made up for the terrible date.” There was more chuckling, this time Draco joined in with a snigger of his own. Harry seemed to have decided to run his fingers over Draco’s shoulders, which was sending little shivers through his exhausted body.

“Well I guess you don’t need a cuddle then,” Draco said after a minute of this, trying to sound casual. He wasn’t sure if he’d managed it, but the next moment Harry did actually move, pushing him down onto his back and reaching for his wand. Draco tried not to look disappointed, which was surprisingly easy when he felt the mixture of lube and come trickling from his arse and ended up wrinkling his nose which luckily wiped away every other expression.

The mess disappeared and Harry settled down next to him with a sigh, pulling up the covers around them. “It’s never going to go away is it?” he asked.

“What isn’t?”

“People thinking I’m something I’m not. People thinking that I’m special just because I killed Voldemort. They’re always going to act weird around me aren’t they? Like they have to be extra perfect or extra polite or not talk about the War because I might be traumatised by it.”

“Are you traumatised by it?” Draco couldn’t resist asking.

There was a snort. “Shit happens Draco. A lot of shit happened to me. By the time the War came I was kind of used to it.” There was a pause and then he added, “Not that I’m not sad about it. Too many people died Draco. I was upset about that for a long time. I wish I could have saved them, but I’m not special Draco, I couldn’t save everybody. Now I just try to live my life. They didn’t die so the rest of us could mope around wishing for them back.”

Draco had never really thought about it like that before, but then his experience of the War had been very different from Harry’s.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t expect me to be perfect in return. I knocked over a glass of water when I was on a date once. The man I was with practically had a fit. Apparently I’m supposed to be too perfect to knock over a glass by accident.”

Draco sniggered, “I guess they don’t know what a clumsy git you really are then do they?”

To his surprise Harry laughed too, not seeming to be at all offended. “Exactly. I’m not perfect. I wish people didn’t think I was.”

“I don’t think your perfect Potter. In fact, you’re an insufferable little git most of the time.”

“Just most of the time?” There was still laughter in Harry’s voice.

“You have your moments,” Draco conceded generously. He hadn’t really meant it anyway, at least not the second part. Harry was actually lot more tolerable than he’d ever expected or given him credit for. He was probably only an insufferable git occasionally now.

To his surprise Harry reached out and took his hand, turning it over and then starting to play with his fingers one by one. “Has anymore feeling come back?” he asked, when Draco looked at him curiously, wondering what he was doing. Draco sighed and shook his head. Nothing had changed at all since that one sudden moment a few days ago when some of the nerves had come back to life. He hadn’t lost it again, but no more feeling had returned

There was a matching sigh from Harry and his hand was carefully replaced back where it had been.

“Night Draco,” he murmured and Draco heard him roll over.

He didn’t reply, but he didn’t question the fact that they were sleeping in the same bed again either. He didn’t even bother to think about the ridiculous way he’d acted whilst Potter was fucking him. He just rolled over and went to sleep, surprised to find that his hand was still tingling where Potter had touched it.

**********************


“Draco.”

”Draco!”

Draco woke and gave a sleepy murmur to show he was awake. The room was still dark and he was nice and warm. He was also lying on something.

“You’re on my side of the bed again Draco.”

“Oh.” The something he was lying on was Harry. He rolled away automatically and gave a hiss of disapproval as he was surrounded by the cold sheets that hadn’t been warmed by any body heat. “’S’cold,” he grumbled, and wriggled in frustration when he realised the blankets had come off his shoulders.

There was a sigh that sounded half frustrated, half resigned and then Harry dragged him back across to his side of the bed. He arranged the covers around them and then laid himself down again. Draco murmured happily. Harry’s back was pressed against his and everything was nice and warm again.

He drifted back off to sleep.

Date: 2015-01-24 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] minesomine.livejournal.com
Cuddling in bed is the best.

Date: 2015-01-29 08:58 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-25 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nukesandwich.livejournal.com
When Harry said he was going on a date my heart broke but when he was home in ninety minutes I was relieved. I hope this helps Draco realize that he doesn't want to share Harry. I loved how Draco rushed after Harry hoping to catch him before he left for his date. I wonder what he would have said to Harry if he did catch him in time. I absolutely love this chapter! ♡ Thank you so much for the update.

Date: 2015-01-29 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] create-serenity.livejournal.com
Thank you :) I'm glad you like this chapter. Chapters 12 and 13 were really fun to write, I loved the disastrous date!

Date: 2015-01-27 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ldydark1.livejournal.com
I did nothing but smile throughout this whole chapter.
You have a wonderful way of writing.
The little unsaid nuances, to good dialog, to descriptions.
And, finally, the tremendous outpouring of delicious, sizzling sex. Great and well written chapter.
Encompassed so much thought and emotion.
Among other things,,, ;)

Date: 2015-01-29 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] create-serenity.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! You're making me blush :D

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