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Early Birthday Present - an HD story!
So my birthday is coming up next week, and my darling Prof. McKitten (aka minervaalistor) gave me an early birthday present tonight in the form of a delicious HD story that I had to share.

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Title: Quidditch Wife
Author: minervaalistor
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating NC-17
Summary: A birthday present for me, cause she's cool like that =). It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

I'm off to tackle minervaalistor with more love. Enjoy!

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One year ago, Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord in a final battle that left the young hero wounded and near death. As he lay on the field of battle, the man who had been his secret lover for two years, and an invaluable spy for the Order of the Phoenix, threw off his Death Eater mask and fell on his knees at Harry’s side. Thus, the love affair of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy was revealed to the wizarding world.

While Draco Malfoy held vigil at Harry Potter’s bedside in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, his father Lucius Malfoy was released from Azkaban after giving information that led to the downfall of the Death Eater organization. Once free, the senior Malfoy immediately began legal proceedings to cut off Draco Malfoy from the family fortune in retaliation for what he saw as Draco’s traitorous activities. Still operating from his lover’s bedside, Draco Malfoy retained a solicitor and filed a counter suit. The Wizengamot, sure that the two men could patch up their differences given time, ordered Lucius Malfoy to continue supporting Draco Malfoy in the lifestyle that he was accustomed to while they “reviewed” the case.

Today, Harry Potter is alive and well. He has just signed as Seeker for the Chudley Cannons and is expected to lead the team to the World Cup. He lives in a large flat with Draco Malfoy in London.

Today, Draco Malfoy is due in court to hear the outcome of his case against his father. Harry Potter will be at his side to rejoice with him, or comfort him, when the decision is read.

**

“It will be so nice to be able to go shopping and not have to send a receipt for everything to my father,” Draco said. He threw his best robe, just purchased two days ago when the summons came (on his father’s account), with a dramatic sigh.

“Draco, maybe you shouldn’t get your hopes up so much. You know what the solicitor said; the courts may very well side with your father. It is his fortune, after all.”

Draco waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, Harry, please. There’s no way they’ll side with my father. He’s a horrible, bigoted man and we are war heroes. I am your beloved boyfriend, and no one in the entire world would do anything to make you angry. How could they possibly side with him, I ask you?”

Harry fastened the last clasp on his robe. “Well, the law appears to be on his side. You have no legal claim to the fortune–”

“I’m his only son!”

“Yes, but as long as he is alive, the money is his. And he’s changed his will so that you are not to inherit anything, you know. It’s pretty clear he wants you out of his life.”

Draco turned to Harry, his lips in a thin line and eyes hard. “It sounds as if you want him to win. The fortune belongs to the Malfoys. I am a Malfoy. He didn’t make any of that money, it was passed down. It’s as much mine as his.”

Harry pulled Draco into his arms and gave him a quick, reconcilatory kiss. “Of course I don’t want him to win. And I agree with you wholeheartedly; it’s just that in the eyes of the law, the money is his. It’s as the solicitor said–”

“Bugger the solicitor. We’re going to win, Harry. I can feel it. Now come on, or we’ll be late. I cannot wait to see my father’s face when they tell him he has to hand over half the fortune to me! It will be glorious”

Draco threw his arms into the air and laughed, an evil laugh that would have been right at home in any Muggle horror film.

“I hope you’re right,” Harry mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing. We’re Apparating together then?”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and pressed against him–this was their version of Side-Along Apparation.

“Of course,” he drawled. Harry couldn’t help but smile and kiss his boyfriend once more before they disappeared with a wall shaking bang.

**

Everyone in the entire wizarding community of England seemed to be present at the trial. Draco and his solicitor sat in a box on one side of the courtroom while Lucius Malfoy and his solicitor sat in a box on the other. Harry sat behind Draco, resting one hand on the blond’s back for support. Despite Draco’s optimism, Harry had the sinking feeling that things were not going to go well at all. Harry couldn’t see Draco’s face, but judging from the glare that Lucius Malfoy was sending from across the room, Harry could guess that father and son were having a rather public face off.

The doors opened and the Wizengamot swept into the room. Everyone stood as they situated themselves, then sat again in a collective rattle. Draco turned his head towards the group, as did Lucius Malfoy. Harry was disturbed to see that they both wore almost identical smug grins.

It took the Wizengamot several minutes to settle into their spots. Harry noticed at once that none of them were looking at Draco, and nearly all of them seemed to be squirming in their seats. He did look at Draco; the smug grin had fallen from his face. He cast Harry his first worried look.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Tiberius Ogden, the Chief Warlock said. Both Malfoys looked up. The Chief cleared his throat. “Sorry-- Mr. Draco Malfoy.”

The smug look returned to Draco’s face at once. “Yes, Sir Chief?”

“The Wizengamot has reached a decision regarding your case. I would first like to say that, on behalf of all the members of the court, this was a very difficult decision. We find the reasons for your father’s withdrawal of his financial support and reabsorption of your trust fund most hideous and foul. Your service to the Order of the Phoenix and assistance in bringing down the Dark Lord is highly commendable, and none of us could be happier that you and Mr. Potter have found such happiness together.”

Both Malfoys’ faces fell. Draco looked sick. Lucius looked angry.

“However, the law is quite clear,” the Chief Warlock continued. “The Malfoy fortune is under the control of your father until such time that he passes away. Since he has chosen to disinherit you and cut all of your ties to the Malfoy family, I am afraid that the Wizengamot cannot help but award him in this matter. Therefore, you will have to either return any goods you have purchased since the suit was originally filed, or pay Mr. Malfoy their value. You must also repay any money you may have borrowed. We of the court had sincerely hoped that the elder Mr. Malfoy might see reason in the year that we delayed the case, but it was not to be, so it is left to us to hand down this unhappy decision. I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy–er, the younger–but we really had no choice. The court finds in favor of Mr. Lucius Malfoy. The solicitors can meet to discuss repayment terms. Dismissed.”

A small sound, strained sound escaped Draco’s throat. He looked to Harry, eyes wide and panicked.

“It’s alright, love,” Harry said. He squeezed Draco’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

Across the room, Lucius Malfoy stood, shook hands with his solicitor, and shot Draco a look of cold satisfaction. Harry returned the look with one of such hatred that Lucius was actually taken aback and looked away. Draco sat, mouth agape, staring down at the table in front of him.

Harry had never seen Draco look so devastated before. He jumped the rail between them in one side hurdle maneuver and put his arms around Draco’s shoulders. “Come on, love. Let’s go home. Then the solicitor and I will take care of all this.”

“Harry, I’m, I’m....” Draco gulped. Tears clung to his lashes as he looked up into Harry’s face. “Poor. I’m poor, Harry.”

Harry gently lifted Draco from his chair. The younger Malfoy leaned heavily against him, lips still open in disbelief, eyes still blankly staring into Harry’s.

“No, love, you’re alright. I’ll take care of everything. Let’s just get you home, okay? Now, try to pull yourself together, sweetie. There are going to be a lot of reporters out there–”

“I can’t see them right now!” Draco whimpered.

Harry patted Draco’s back and pulled him closer. “Yes, alright. But we can’t Disapparate from here; there are protections. We have to go up to the main floor, okay?”

Draco covered his face with his hands. “I can’t, Harry. I just can’t face anyone right now. Especially not with my father up there gloating to all far and wide. Please don’t make me do it.”

“Alright. You wait here and I’ll go up and –”

“Don’t leave me by myself!”

Harry sighed deeply. “Okay. We’ll go up together, but let me go into the atrium first. You stay in the lift until I say. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you, alright?”

Draco nodded and sniffed. Harry kissed his temple again.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetie. I’m going to take care of everything.”

“I am sorry, Draco. We did everything we could,” the solicitor said. Draco did not respond.

“Right, then. Let’s get out of here.”

Still holding tightly to Draco, Harry guided them to the lift. The solicitor followed silently.

**

It was a mob scene in the atrium, just as Harry thought it would be. There were reporters everywhere with Quick Quote Quills at the ready and photographers leering at every turn. At least Lucius Malfoy looked to be long gone.

“Bugger,” Harry muttered under his breath as the lift doors drifted open. Before they could open all the way, he tapped the doors with his wand, closing them up again. Draco curled into his shoulder.

“Draco, stay here for a second. I’ll be right back.”

“Harry, I’m poor. Oh God, I’m no better than a Weasley now,” he said.

“No, no, you’re fine, sweetheart, perfect. Much better than the Weasleys. Now just wait here and I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly, Draco pulled away. Harry tapped the doors again and they opened wide. He stepped out, sealed the doors behind him and gave the crowd a fierce look.

“Alright, you lot, listen up! Draco has had a very traumatic morning, and if even one of you so much as asks him a question or attempts to take a photograph, I will personally hex you into next week. All we want is to step out of the lift and Apparate home. Do we understand each other?”

Everyone in the atrium grumbled, but Harry was happy to see that all of the Quills were lowered, as were the cameras. He was rather feared and revered since his defeat of the Dark Lord, after all, and no one was anxious to make him angry.

“Thank you. Really,” he said. He turned back to the lift, pleased and a bit shocked that his plan was working so well. Then, he heard it. The sound of film whirring as it loaded into a camera. He whirled back around.

“Which one of you did that?” he roared.

No one fessed up.

“All right, then! If that’s how it’s going to be!” Before anyone could even protest, Harry lifted his wand and put a Body Bind Curse on everyone in the room without saying a word.

“Bastards,” he murmured at the frozen people before him. He opened the lift doors again. “Come on, sweetie,” he cooed to Draco.

“Harry, did you hex all of them?” Draco asked, eyes wide at the scene.

“Yup. Can’t bother you this way. You go ahead home, I’ll release the spell and be there in a sec.”

Draco gave Harry a weak smile. “I love you.”

Harry kissed him on the lips. “Love you, too. Now go. Really, I’ll be right there.”

Draco and the solicitor disappeared. Harry turned back to the room full of frozen journalists.

“I should bloody well leave you like this!” he shouted. But in the end, he released them all and hurried back to Draco.

**

Harry appeared in the middle of a shouting match. Lucius Malfoy and his solicitor had already arrived to work out the terms of the settlement and Draco and his father were tearing into one another outside the front door of his and Draco’s flat. The row was so heated that Harry was only able to catch certain words–traitor, arsehole, and cocksucker seemed to be the favorites. He stepped between Draco and Lucius at once.

“Shut up!” he shrieked in Lucius’ face. “I don’t care if you won or not! You won’t come here and speak to him that way, do you understand me? Draco, love, go inside. I’ll deal with him. You don’t have to.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

“Oh, you’ve got the great Harry Potter fighting your battles for you now. What a disgrace. I only wish I could strip you of your name as well,” Lucius sneered.

Harry’s wand was digging into Lucius’ throat in an instant. “I said shut up, you,” he growled.

“It’s alright, Harry. But I think I will let you take care of this, if you don’t mind. I can’t stand to look at him,” Draco hissed. Harry was happy to hear that he sounded his old self.

“I’ve got it under control. I’m used to dealing with the dregs of humanity, as you know,” Harry answered. Lucius Malfoy curled his lip, but said nothing.

The two solicitors exchanged nervous glances as Draco disappeared inside and Harry lowered his wand.

“Perhaps we should take care of this as quickly as possible?” Malfoy’s solicitor suggested.

“Good idea,” Harry said.

**

“Why don’t you just take his bleeding pants too?” Harry cried as a string of house elves emptied out Draco’s closet. It seemed that Lucius had kept every single receipt that Draco had sent him in the last year and was reclaiming each item that Draco had purchased.

“Actually, there are twenty pairs of... ‘Calvin Klein boxer briefs’ listed here somewhere. I believe those are pants, aren’t they?” the solicitor said, flipping through pages and pages of parchment. Lucius smirked grandly.

“Oh, I am sure Mr. Potter knows exactly where my son keeps his pants,” he drawled. He sounded almost merry.

“Your son? You call this being a father? You’ve made quite a cock up of it, then, from what I can tell,” Harry said with a sniff.

“Yes, well, since you’ve never had a father, we can’t expect you to know anything about it, now can we? I’m simply trying to enlighten Draco that each choice one makes in life has its consequences.”

Harry snarled at him. “I assure you, anything Draco’s ever learned that was worthwhile wasn’t taught him by you, you filthy git.” Harry turned to the solicitors. “I’m going to find Draco. You make sure they don’t take anything they shouldn’t.”

Harry stormed past everyone down the stairs. “Draco?” he called.

“I’m out here.”

Harry could see Draco standing on the balcony, wearing a pair of Harry’s old jeans and one of his nicer sweaters. Harry had two inches on Draco in height and probably a good twenty pounds, so everything was a bit big, making Draco look like a very young boy. Draco’s feet were bare and he was hugging himself, trying to stave off the cold. Harry grabbed a throw from the sofa and went outside, moving behind Draco. He wrapped the throw and his arms around the blond’s shoulders.

“You’re freezing,” he said. “And your toes are going to fall off. Where are your shoes?”

“They’re taking them all.”

“Don’t be silly. You’ve got to have some shoes that you bought before your father started all this business.”

Draco tutted. “Potter, this has been going on for over a year. Of course I don’t have any shoes that are that old.”

Harry tried hard not to laugh. “Well, we’ll just have to get you new ones.” He held up his wand and Accio’s a pair of his socks from upstairs. “Put these on.”

Draco tutted again as he bent to put on the socks. “With what money am I going to buy new shoes? In case you didn’t hear, I am now broke. Without a pot to piss in, as they say. Literally. I have nothing.”

Harry turned Draco around to face him. He leaned forward and kissed him. “You’ve got me, dolt, and I won’t exactly let you run about naked and shoeless. First of all, I couldn’t stand everyone drooling over your gorgeous body and if your feet got all calloused and dirty, I might not enjoy kissing and tickling them so much. So don’t worry, we’ll take care of it, all right?”

Draco turned so that he was facing Harry and buried his face in Harry’s chest.

“I’m sorry I broke down like that after the trial. I was just so shocked.”

Harry petted Draco’s hair. “You had a very bad morning. Gives you every right to break down a bit.”

“I suppose I’ll have to get a job,” Draco mumbled.

“Let’s worry about it later. Give yourself some time to think things over. Besides, I leave in a couple of weeks and I don’t want you at some job every day when we’ve got so little time together.”

Draco did not respond, but soon Harry’s chest was wet and warm with Draco’s tears. Harry pulled Draco’s chin up.

“Why are you crying?”

“Oh, Harry! This is never going to work! You’re going to be off being some huge Quidditch star and I am nobody now! I have no money, no family, no nothing. Why on earth would you want to keep going out with me?”

“Because I love you, you idiot.”

“But...”

“Draco, I never loved you for your money, and your bloody last name was a detriment as far as I was concerned. I know it is probably hurting that your father is acting this way, but as for me, I couldn’t be happier that the bastard is permanently out of our lives.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now stop being a prat and come here.” Harry sat down in one of the lounge chairs and pulled Draco back against him. “We really will figure everything out, so stop worrying.”

Draco turned his head so that he could give Harry a quick kiss. “I do love you. Immensely. Even if I sometimes forget to say it. I would be completely lost without you.”

Harry grinned and gave Draco a squeeze. “I know.”

**

After they had cleaned out Draco’s closet, the solicitors summoned Harry upstairs again. Lucius Malfoy had actually figured out the rate of depreciation on the clothing Draco owned, figured interest on all the money his son had spent, and presented Harry with a bill.

“Tell him he has thirty days to pay me. Interest will be accruing daily and–what are you doing?”

Harry had stormed out of the room as Lucius spoke. He came back in with his check book in hand. He checked the figure on the bill, wrote out a check, ripped it out and handed it to Lucius.

“There. No get out of our lives and don’t you ever try to hurt him again. If you do, you’ll have me to deal with. Are we clear?”

Finally, Lucius Malfoy looked aghast. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Harry to pay him.

“I think my son might like the chance to pay his own debt.”

“He’s not your son anymore. Now get the fuck out before I put you out.”

Lucius pulled his cloak around him and stared down his nose at Harry. “Don’t threaten me Potter.”

“It’s not a threat,” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest so that his wand was clearly visible in his hand.

Lucius sniffed. He thanked his solicitors and Disapparated. Harry paid Draco’s solicitor and sent them on their way, anxious to get back to Draco.

The blond was still in the chair where Harry had left him. He leaned forward so that Harry could resume his position as cushion behind him.

“So, he’s gone then?” Draco asked.

“Yup. It’s all taken care of and we never have to deal with him again.”

Draco snorted. “I’m surprised he didn’t figure the depreciation value on all the stuff I bought and interest on all the money I took out.”

Harry choked. “Uh, yeah, it’s a good thing he didn’t do that.”

Draco sighed and placed his hands over Harry’s, which were resting on his belly.

“I’m depressed. I’ve been poor for two hours and I can’t stand it. How do people live this way?”

“They drink a lot,” Harry offered. He turned his cheek and ran it along the back of Draco’s head, loving the softness of Draco’s hair and his uniquely Draco smell. “You always smell good,” he mumbled. His lips fell to Draco’s neck, mouthing at the nape.

Draco leaned his head forward. “Speciality Italian scent. Prepare to miss it,” he mumbled. His eyes fell as Harry’s tongue snaked along his ear.

“No, it’s not that stinky cologne you wear,” Harry said. Draco smacked his hand, “It’s you.”

Draco pushed Harry’s hands down between his legs.

“Make me feel better, Harry,” he whispered.

“Good to see you’re not letting being poor affect your sex drive,” Harry said as he nibbled on Draco’s ear and kneaded his crotch.

“I don’t drink very much, so I figured I better devise other ways to ignore my depression.”

“Good idea,” Harry said. He unzipped Draco’s pants and plunged his hand inside. “You’re not wearing pants.” Harry’s voice was gruff against Draco’s ear.

“Don’t have any, and yours are too big. Your hand is cold,” Draco mumbled in reply before turning and catching Harry’s lips with his own.

Harry stroked Draco slowly, just the way the blond liked it. Draco writhed against him.

“Feeling better?” Harry asked.

Draco nodded his head fervently.

“Are we going to do this here on the balcony?”

Draco’s eyes fluttered open. “Why not? I am a fallen man now. I have no shame and may as well act like it. Besides, we’re under the blanket.”

“Please tell me that you’re not thinking of turning to prostitution, now that you’re a fallen man and all,” Harry said as Draco pulled Harry’s hand out of his trousers and wriggled around to face him.

“I could probably make a lot of Galleons,” Draco pointed out. He pushed Harry’s hand back down his pants and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck.

“You could. You’re gorgeous and very, very talented.” Harry pulled Draco into a deep kiss. His free hand brushed around Draco’s waist to cup his arse.

“Yes, that’s true, but you’re so jealous,” Draco reminded Harry, rocking into Harry’s fist.

“Maybe I could just pay you,” Harry offered, increasing the speed of his strokes.

Draco bit his lip, sighed, and lowered his head to Harry’s shoulder.

Harry pushed Draco’s jeans (his jeans, really) down as far as he could and slid down the chair so that he was on his back. Draco hovered above him, erection bobbing just above Harry’s mouth. Taking the hint, Draco leaned forward. Harry held him firmly by his thighs and slowly, inch by inch, sucked him into his mouth.

“Fuck, Harry, maybe I should be paying you. That’s so good,” Draco panted. He moved his hips back and forth in a rhythm that Harry set with his strong hands.

Harry brought Draco to the very edge and pulled back.

“You want to come this way?” he asked, lips glistening with saliva and pre-come.

“No. I want you inside me,” Draco said.

Harry slithered back up and wrapped his arms around Draco’s back. With one heave, he stood from the chair, bringing Draco with him. Draco’s legs automatically latched around Harry’s waist.

“I thought we were doing this here,” Draco panted.

“I want you on our bed, warm and comfy, so I can pound you into next week,” Harry said. He carried Draco into the house and up the stairs.

Harry made straight for the bed and gently laid Draco on his back. He made quick work of Draco’s jeans and his jumper. Soon Draco was spread out naked before him.

“Dammit, Draco. You are so fucking hot.”

“Come here then,” Draco said, reaching down and stroking himself.

Harry ripped his clothes off with far less care than he had used stripping Draco. He fell on top of the blond and snogged him breathless, grinding against him until Draco whimpered. Harry tore himself away from the blond’s sweet mouth and trailed a sloppy kiss down his torso that terminated with a soft suck to his inner thigh.

“Harry,” Draco pleaded.

“Lift your legs,” Harry said, pushing the backs of Draco’s thighs up.

“Where’s the lube?”

Harry leaned forward and licked Draco from his entry to the tip of his aching cock. He locked eyes with the whimpering blond.

“Right here,” he muttered before resuming Draco’s tongue bath.

It was mere minutes before Draco reached down and grabbed Harry by the hair, pulling him up and on top of him.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to explode,” he growled at Harry, wrapping his legs around his lover’s waist. Without a word, Harry slid ever so slowly into Draco.

Despite his promise, Harry didn’t pound Draco into next week. He moved languidly, meshing his lips with Draco’s, tangling their hands together at Draco’s sides. He wanted to make it last, to draw every last drop of pleasure out of his mate.

“Harry...” Draco gasped at last. His voice held the pleading quality that Harry had trained himself to wait for. Harry disentagled their hands and, pushing Draco’s legs up further so that his lower back was slightly off the bed, Harry pushed deep inside him. He reached down with his right hand and stroked Draco, finally starting to pump into the blond.

“Fuck yes!” Draco cried. His eyes rolled back before they clamped shut and he was chewing on his bottom lip. His head tossed from side to side against the pillow. Harry moved faster.

“Draco...”Harry whined. He pressed his head against Draco’s collarbone and gritted his teeth, trying to wait for Draco to come first, but it was no use. The sounds Draco was making, the way he whimpered and moaned with each of Harry’s thrust, the sweat beaded on his upper lip, it was all too much. Harry came with a loud groan.

Draco didn’t seem to mind. His head snapped back and he pushed up against Harry, burying Harry’s cock to the hilt. His hand joined Harry’s on his own erection and together they pumped him into an absolutely earth shattering orgasm.

“Oooohhhh fuuuucckkkkk Haaaarrrrrrryyyyy!”

It was a cry that would have made a banshee proud.

They came to rest, hands tangled together around Draco’s cock, Harry still pushing into Draco as they panted for air.

“Merlin,” Harry muttered. He blew away a piece of Draco’s hair that was sticking in the corner of the blond’s eye.

“Unbelievable,” Draco mumbled.

They laid in silence for a while, nibbling at one another and grinning stupidly, as was their wont after amazing sex. Finally, Harry rolled sideways off Draco and pulled the blond to him. Draco pulled the blankets from around the foot of the bed and covered them, then curled up on Harry’s chest.

“Thank god you bought the bed,” Draco said.

“Yeah, otherwise we would’ve had to do that on the floor. Or against the wall. Or in the shower,” Harry said.

“Give me a second to recover,” Draco said with a laugh as Harry devoured his neck.

“Harry?”

“Hmmm?”

“You promise you won’t leave me?”

Harry crushed Draco to him and rained kisses over his face and hair.

“Never, Malfoy. Never.”

Draco screwed his face up in mock disgust. “Really, Potter, there’s no need to be so mushy.”

Harry rained kisses all over Draco’s face and hair again, knowing by now that when the blond protested anything, it really meant he wanted more. Draco grumbled and swatted at Harry, but Harry couldn’t help but notice that he snuggled closer and pulled the blanket more securely around them at the same time.

“I’m taking a nap. That trial was early this morning,” Draco said.

“It was at half ten. That’s not early.”

“Not everyone gets up at the crack of dawn like you.”

“You’d better get used to it. I can’t think of any jobs that allow their employees to come in round lunchtime.”

Draco turned and scowled at Harry. “You said to wait about the job thing.”

“Wait to start, yes. But you should start looking now. Sometimes it takes a while. You can wait to start looking until after I’ve gone.”

Draco flipped away from Harry with a pout. “I don’t want to talk about your leaving. I’m taking a nap.”

Harry kissed his cheek. “All right, lazy bones. I’ll be downstairs whenever you decide to get up. Maybe I’ll make you dinner tonight.”

Draco smiled dreamily and snuggled into the bed. Harry stood and tucked him in.

“Love you, brat.”

Draco’s smiled never faltered. “You too, idiot.”

**

Harry gave Draco a gentle shake.

“Wake up, Draco. There’s someone here to see you,” he said.

Draco buried his head under the pillow. “Tell them to go away.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” came the irritated reply.

“Okay, I’ll tell them. But they’ve rolled an entire rack of designer clothes into the living room. All your favorites–Gucci, Dior, Calvin Klein...they say they were sent here by an anonymous someone. You can buy whatever you want.”

Draco threw the pillow to the ground and flung the blankets back. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Draco stood and at once remembered what he had last been doing in bed. He was sticky from head to foot. “Ugh! I need a shower. But I’ll be quick! Tell them not to go anywhere!!!”

Harry laughed as Draco disappeared into the bathroom. “So about an hour then?”

“Bugger off, Potter! Twenty minutes, tops!”

Harry just shook his head and went back downstairs.

**

Two hours later, Draco was still trying on clothes as Harry watched from the sofa.

“Do you like this, Harry?” Draco asked, turning this way and that.

“You look wonderful, Mr. Malfoy,” the shop clerk gushed. He was a young bloke, rather good looking. And he had been staring at Draco and using any excuse to touch him, smoothing shirts over Draco’s chest, tugging at the seats of pants, all afternoon.

Harry had had enough.

“Walk over there and let me see you from far away,” Harry answered, pointing to the other side of the room. Draco sauntered off.

Harry turned to the clerk and wordlessly cast a silencing charm.

“Did you know that I’m not normally allowed to shop with him?” Harry asked the clerk in a low, menacing voice.

“Um, no sir, Mr. Potter, sir, I didn’t.”

“Hmm. Well, it’s true. He’s afraid that I’ll let my temper get away from me and I’ll use an Unforgivable on any leering, touch feely shop boys.” Harry’s eyes lowered as the clerk’s widened.

“Harry! Are you even looking?” Draco yelled, hands on his hips. “I’ve been preening for a good thirty seconds here!”

Harry gave the clerk one last look and silently lifted the charm. “Of course I’m looking. You’re gorgeous.”

Draco smiled and sauntered back to Harry. The clerk nervously looked away.

**

An hour later, Draco was trying to separate things into “yes”, “no, and “maybe” piles. The “yes” pile was towering, the “maybe” pile staggering, and there was only one item in the “no” pile, a yellow scarf that made Draco look sick.

“I honestly can’t decide,” Draco fretted, holding a heavy cashmere, cable knit sweater out in front of him. He was standing in a pair of Harry’s baggy boxers and nothing else. The clerk was dutifully looking at the ceiling.

Harry was not the most patient of people when it came to shopping. He generally grabbed some things and bought them. Draco was driving him a bit mental.

“Do you really like everything?” he asked.

“Well, yes, except that putrid scarf. And I don’t have anything left, you know.”

“Fine,” Harry said with a sweep of his arm. “Get everything.”

Draco’s mouth gaped. “Harry! That wouldn’t be right! I can’t take advantage of someone’s generosity when I don’t even know who it is. Of course, it’s probably my mother–”

“It was me, you dolt. Now just pick out outfit to wear now. We’ve got to get you to Madame Malkin’s.”

Draco’s mouth fell open. “No, Harry, I can’t let you...”

“We’ll take it all. Except the putrid yellow scarf,” Harry repeated to the clerk.

“Yes, sir,” the clerk replied. He picked up a clipboard that listed everything he’d brought over. “Shall I bill you or would you like to pay now?”

“I’ll write you a check. Draco, don’t just stand there with your jaw hanging open, get dressed. Madame Malkin is waiting for you! I told her we’d need to order an entire new set of robes for you this afternoon, and I’m –”

Draco leapt onto Harry, arms around his neck and legs around his waist, and gave him a bruising kiss. The clerk turned his back altogether.

“I’ll pay you back,” Draco said after he’d pulled away. “As soon as I get a job. But really, all this stuff is a fortune, it’ll take me forever.”

“Consider it your birthday presents for the next ten years.”

Draco pouted. “Not birthday, Harry! I love my birthday and presents are the best part! How about Christmas?”

Harry laughed and Draco jumped down. “Fine, Christmas. Spoiled brat.”

Draco embraced Harry again. “You’re the best boyfriend in the world.”

Harry sighed and shrugged. “I know. I’m perfect.”

“You really are,” Draco purred. He let Harry go and started digging through his new clothes as if it were Christmas already while Harry accioed his check book.

**

They didn’t get home until well past ten o’clock that evening, as they had gone into Muggle London for dinner after Draco’s fitting was complete. They were absolutely laden with packages, since Draco had not only bought new robes, but new pants, shoes, socks and everything else he could think of.

“Harry, I’m now your indentured servant. All the work I do for the next thirty years will be to pay you off.”

“You shouldn’t have such expensive tastes,” Harry answered. He wandered into the kitchen and out of Draco’s sight.

Draco pulled his new boxer briefs out of the bag and held them up. Next were his socks.

“Where did you go while I was at Madame Malkin’s?” he called to Harry.

“Down to Quality Quidditch.”

“Why? You get all that stuff for free now! You’re sponsored by Firebolt, you prat! I hope you didn’t buy anything.”

“No, I just wanted to look around.”

Harry came out of the kitchen carrying two glasses of champagne.

“Oh! My favorite! I must say, Harry, you certainly managed to turn this day around. I’m not the slightest bit depressed anymore. What are we celebrating?”

Harry handed off one glass to Draco and put the other one on the coffee table. Draco took a sip, Harry watching him intently.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked. Harry held out his hand for the champagne, took it from Draco, put it on the coffee table, but didn’t say a word.

“Harry?”

Harry sat down next to Draco. Lighting fast, he grabbed Draco’s face and kissed him deeply.

Draco was taken aback by Harry’s silence and sudden movements, but was even more taken aback when something cold and metallic slid off of Harry’s tongue and into his mouth. Harry pulled away, still staring at Draco. Draco spit the object into the palm of his hand.

It was a platinum band with small diamonds scattered across it like stars.

“What is this?” Draco whispered. His stomach fluttered like mad. He had a pretty good idea what it was.

“It’s an engagement ring,” Harry answered.

“But no one’s asked me to marry them.”

Harry dropped to one knee beside the sofa. He took the ring from Draco’s palm and slid it on his finger.

“Will you–”

Draco fell on top of him, rolling them into a heap in the floor as he kissed Harry breathless.

“Yes, of course I will,” Draco said.

“Yesssss!” Harry said, pumping a fist into the air beside Draco’s head before kissing him again.

Draco settled heavily onto Harry’s chest. He reached up and took his champagne off the table and took a sip.

“But Harry, why now?”

“Well, you seemed so worried about me leaving you, so now you know I won’t. You can travel with me and we won’t have to be apart. And, you need a job.”

“A job? What the hell are you on about?”

“I’ve got a job for you. It goes along with being married to me.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Quidditch Wife.”

Draco raised up indignantly. “What?” he roared.

“You’re pretty, young and blond. You’re perfect for the position. And all you have to do to is let me shag you rotten here and there, keep the fans at bay, and look good on my arm. You don’t even have to get up early. See? All things you are singularly qualified for.”

“Except that I am male and actually have a brain! And in thirty years when all your Quidditch mates are still traipsing around wearing too tight uniform shirts squeezing around their middles like Ludo Bagman, sporting the younger model they traded the old Quidditch Wife in for on their arm, I will still be around! Or at least I’d better be!”

“We’ll see how well you age,” Harry teased. He pulled Draco down for another kiss.

“See how well I age. I ask you,” Draco said. He put his champagne down and promptly unfastened Harry’s trousers. “I’ll only get better with age.”

“I know you will. That’s why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because every single day gets better than the one before it. And now, since Lucius disowned you, I never have to worry about awkward Christmas dinners with your parents. Or buying you Christmas presents for the next ten years.”

Draco wrapped his hand around Harry’s rapidly hardening cock.

“Oh, no. That part has all changed now. I consider today an advance on my salary.” He gave Harry’s cock a gentle squeeze.

Harry shuddered. “Ok. Sounds good to me. Just don’t stop that.”

Draco kissed him lightly on the lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever stop, Harry.”

Harry ran his thumb along Draco’s cheek.

“Me either.”

The End.

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