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“Auror Potter!” a witch called.
Harry turned around to see a petit witch walking towards him. He sighed. People at the Ministry still had not gotten used to his new name. “It’s Black now,” he said.
“Sorry, yes of course,” she said with a tight smile. “Auror Black, can I have a word?”
Harry nodded even though he did not want to talk to this woman. It was Friday afternoon and all he wanted to do was leave the Ministry so that he could start his weekend with his husband. He and Draco had planned to go to Paris for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary he had just been about to leave when this woman had called him (and by the wrong name too, he might add). The women walked up to him. “I was hoping to go over a case with you. But I see you are about to leave so perhaps we can go to the Leaky Cauldron, get some drinks and go over it there?” she smiled at him in a way that was clearly supposed to be flirtatious.
Harry groaned internally. Even after a year of marriage and five years of dating, people were still trying to get with him. But right before Harry could answer Draco was suddenly standing beside him, appearing as if from nowhere. “Auror Black will be happy to discuss your case on Monday in the office,” he said firmly.
The smile on the witch faltered, “Oh, right. Of course. Well then, I guess I’ll be going. See you Monday Auror Black. Mr. Malfoy,” she said and began to shuffle off.
“It’s Black now,” Draco corrected courteously. Really, how hard was it for people to get his name correct? He was no longer a Malfoy. He had shed that name a year ago when he and Harry had wed and had decided to become the Blacks.
“Thanks,” murmured Harry turning towards Draco.
“Anytime,” Draco replied brushing their lips together in a soft kiss. “Let’s get out of here before any more of your adoring fans try and slip you a love potion so that you forget all about me and run off with them.”
“I’ll never forget about you,” Harry said taking his husband’s hand. The two of them headed out of the Ministry offices, quickly changed out of their wizard robes, and headed towards the Tube. After some debate, they had decided to travel to Paris the Muggle way and take a train. Harry had wanted to travel by train instead of by Portkey because he did not want all of the people in the Portkey office to know where he was going. They had made that mistake on their honeymoon, and as a result, had ended up with lots of reporters in their face when they were just trying to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet as a newly married couple. This was why Harry had suggested that they go to Paris by train and indeed act like Muggles for the entire weekend. Draco had wrinkled his nose at that and had protested but only out of habit since he had to admit that the plan did sound like a good one and if he were being honest he quite liked the idea of pretending to be a Muggle for a weekend and of leaving the Wizarding world behind. In the years that he and Harry had been together, Draco had become pretty good friends with Hermione and this friendship had spurred an interest in Muggle things. He was nowhere near as obsessed with them as Mr. Weasley was, but he had to admit that he did enjoy some of the Muggle programmes on the BBC, and cell phones were very handy.
The two of them took the Tube to St. Pancras station where they then got onto the train that would take them to Paris.
Once they were on the train, Harry turned to Draco, “Do you feel like we are going to Hogwarts?”
Draco rested his head on Harry’s shoulder. “Not really,” he said in response. “When we were at Hogwarts, I always wanted to sit with you, but I never could.”
Harry smiled and kissed his forehead. “I always wanted to sit with you too,” he laughed remembering how Ron and Hermione had been annoyed at how obsessed he’d been with Draco especially in their 6th year. Draco cuddled closer to Harry, relishing the warmth.
“You know what else I wanted to do at Hogwarts but never could?” Draco whispered.
“Hmmm?” Harry said watching the scenery flash past.
“I always wanted to fuck you. Just bend you over a desk and have my way with you. Or sneak into the Gryffindor tower and suck you off,” Draco said menacingly in Harry’s ear. Harry’s cock twitched at that. He had had plenty of fantasies of Draco when they were at Hogwarts. Whenever he had been in the hospital wing (which had been fairly often) he had fantasised that Draco had come to see him looking all worried. In the fantasy, once Draco had determined that Harry was indeed fine, he would climb into Harry’s hospital bed with him and fuck him senseless. Other times he would imagine giving Draco a blow job in the Quidditch locker rooms after a game.
“Mmm. Well, you might not have been able to do that then. But you could certainly fuck me now,” Harry said, a glint in his eye.
Draco’s pupils dilated at that, his cock growing hard. “When you say I can fuck you now, do you mean like right now? Like on the train?” he asked eagerly.
“Well, I was thinking once we go to the hotel. But I wouldn’t be opposed to it right now. The loo is right over there,” Harry said pointing.
Draco did not need telling twice. He grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him to the loo where they quickly stumbled inside and locked the door. They were much too old to be having sex in a train bathroom, but Draco didn’t care. He took an opportunity he could to have sex with Harry and show him just how much he desired him.
“So, we’re really doing this, huh?” Harry asked.
“Erm yes?” Draco said hesitantly. Harry had suggested it but now he was a bit unsure if Harry wanted it. No, he was being silly. Of course, Harry wanted it, or he wouldn’t have said it, he wouldn’t have followed Draco in here.
Harry seeing Draco hesitate quickly swooped in for a kiss, pressing Draco against the door. Draco responded automatically, pushing his tongue into Harry’s mouth. Harry moaned. “It’s rather cramped in here. How do you want to do this? I could suck you off,” he said hopefully. There were few things Harry liked better than sucking Draco’s cock.
Draco’s eyes flashed with hunger. He loved it when his husband sucked his cock. But he had also wanted to show Harry how much he loved him. “Or I could suck you,” he said. But even as he said it Harry was kneeling in front of him and undoing his fly. Harry took Draco’s cock out and pumped it a few times before putting it in his mouth. Draco moaned at the contact. It always felt so good whenever his cock was in Harry’s mouth. He twisted his fingers in Harry’s hair as Harry began to suck his cock. Harry bobbed his head back and forth, eliciting more moans from Draco.
“Fuck!” Draco moaned. “So good. Just like that. You’re the perfect little cock slut for me,” Draco said as he began to thrust in and out of Harry’s mouth.
Harry moaned. He absolutely loved it when Draco took charge and when he called him a slut. He reached his hand down his pants and began to stroke his cock. Draco thrust deeper into Harry’s mouth. “Gods, I love how turned on you get when you are choking on my cock,” he moaned watching Harry touch himself. Harry looked so perfect kneeling for him with his hand down his pants. He briefly wondered how he had gotten so lucky. How a man like him could deserve Harry. But he quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head and just enjoyed the sensation of having Harry’s lips wrapped around his cock. He thrust in and out of Harry’s mouth a few more times but he knew he wouldn’t last long. He was so close. “Harry, I’m going to come,” he rasped.
At the sound of Draco’s voice, Harry moaned. He loved how Draco sounded during sex. His voice was normally sexy but during sex, it was even more so. Draco came into Harry’s mouth and Harry swallowed it all. Draco’s cock slid from his mouth and Harry stood as Draco zipped back up his fly and pulled Harry into a kiss. “That was wonderful,” Draco murmured. “And now it’s your turn. I want to return the favour.”
Draco sank to his knees before Harry could say anything and flicked his tongue over the head of Harry’s cock. Harry was already quite hard, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Then Draco swallowed him down to the root moaning as he did so. Draco cherished the moments when he got to suck Harry’s cock. The weight of it felt so good in his mouth and he loved knowing how good he made Harry feel. “Draco!” Harry cried out. “You feel bloody amazing. I don’t think I can last long.” Draco merely hummed in response. Pleasing Harry was his happy place.
True to his word, Harry didn’t last long. Draco was excellent at sucking cock and soon enough Harry was coming in his mouth. Draco swallowed and got to his feet. “We should return to our seats,” he said as Harry adjusted himself. Harry nodded and followed his husband back to their seats.
Once back at their seats Draco resumed his position putting his head on Harry’s shoulder and sitting as close to him as he possibly could. “That was wonderful, Mr. Black,” he sighed. “I love you.”
“Yes, Mr. Black. It truly was. I love you too,” Harry replied, kissing Draco on the forehead.