The love of a malfoy

Just a fluffy piece about an early married Harry and Draco!! With some pretty hardcore Smut...Love you guys!❤️

TW: sex, language, sex toys,

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"Why so early though? They're only nineteen, how can Harry be sure it's what he wants?" Ron mumbled, ignoring Hermione's look.

"It's his choice Ronald, you should respect it. They love each other, you saw them at the wedding, it's obvious they were made for each other." Molly said sternly.

Ginny scoffed, looking away from her mother's disappointed gaze.

"You are all being rather dumb. Draco's a good investor in the shop, and he's funny." Fred said.

"I've only got one ear, if you keep it up I'll have to saw this one off too!" George said with a small smile.

"Fine. Fine but I don't have to like him." Ron seethed.

•••

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Draco walked down the stairs, the light filtering through the curtains, chilly air blowing in through a crack in the window. The smell of something burning made the house reek, and Draco quickly hustled down the stairs.

"Darling?" He called out.

"Yes?" Harry said, speed walking into the room. Black char covered the apron he was wearing.

"Is something burning?" Draco asked sniffing the air.

Harry leaned against the wall, posing seductively. "Only my desire for you." He said closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

Draco leaned around him and glanced into the kitchen. He shook his head, rubbing his temples with his index and middle fingers.

"Harry, the toaster is on fire." He said.

"Oh... uh... didn't... notice?."

"I'm too tired for this. When I come down the toaster better be subdued, or I'm not kissing you for the rest of the day." Draco mumbled shuffling back up the stairs. He heard Harry run into the kitchen, followed by the rush of water and some mild cursing.

•••

Harry and Draco spent their days like an old married couple despite being nineteen and newly wed. When they woke up they would both have some coffee and breakfast, and Harry would crawl in Draco's lap and tell him all about the rude customers he'd have to deal with at the broom n books shop they owned together in Diagon Alley. Draco would only nod and watch his lover rant, thinking about how adorable he was when he was angry. They would then go up to their room and heavily make out (or make love depending on the day and mood) and would get ready for the day. They'd go and work a shift for about three hours in the shop, with their cat babies Leo and Orion (Draco insisted their children would carry on the tradition of constellation names) who they refused to leave the house without. They would put the cats on leashes and take a bus to the leaky cauldron, then they'd walk to their shop and let them roam around while children admired Draco's handiwork on his handmade brooms and adults read through Harry's books and admired his pottery. In the center window of their shop was a ceramic with their finger prints and the words, 'made by Potter the potter'

After they went to the shop they would come back to the house and rest until dinner time where they would eat and then snuggle in the living room with their kittens.

"Draco?" Harry asked sipping from his wine while they watched law and order.

"Hmm?" Draco was sketching Harry without the brunette knowing. He loved drawing Harry when he wasn't ready for it, even had a sketchbook specificity designated for his husband.

"Nothin. I just... do you really want to go to the burrow for Christmas. Cause if you didn't I would totaly-"

"Of course I want to go Harry." Draco said, smoothing out the charcoal he was using to give Harry's skin texture.

"Ok. I just wanted to make sure." Harry mumbled. Draco finished shading and scribbled his elegant signature on the bottom right of the portrait. It had a large 'D' and a smaller 'L' with the rest of the word 'Malfoy' scribbled beside it. He adored his signature.

Draco grinned and held up his finished piece. Harry smiled warmly and climbed across the couch, sidetable and onto Draco's armchair to get a better look.

"Woah. This is the best one yet."

"Nah. The one of us kissing is better." Draco said.

"I suppose that's true." Harry said sitting his wine down to hold the sketch pad. A stupid grin spread across Harry's face, and he raised his brows and leaned in close to Draco to whisper, "I want you to draw me like one of your French gir-"

"Don't you dare include a pop culture reference into my art. And I'll draw you a lot sexier that Leonardo DiCaprio's excuse of a "French girl""Draco said air quoting the last two words.

"Buck naked and tied to a chair with water dripping down my body?"

"Nope. But close." Draco said with a smirk, kissing the boy gently on the lips.

Harry giggled like a toddler.

•••

"Wanna hear something dirty?" Draco asked seductively in Harry's ear. The brunette gulped but nodded waiting for Draco to make a move.

"The dishes. Go do them" Draco said. He couldn't contain himself at Harry's expression of betrayal and burst into hysterical laughter. "Oh fuck... you thought.... I was going to do some super sexual thing... but no! NOPE!" Draco cackled while Harry ran up the stairs, growling. Their bathroom was luxurious, the shower big enough for at least four grown men to fit comfortably, and the bath was as big as a twin bed. Two sinks, a toilet, and color changing lights to set the mood. Harry turned the water in the shower on hot and quickly stripped, hopping in the shower. Draco snuck into the bathroom with Harry's invisibility cloak, preparing a most lovely night. He began to sketch Harry as the brunette undressed.

Using small scraps of paper He tore up a sheet, drawing Harry tugging his shirt off on one scrap, turning on the water was sketched on another torn piece of paper. The charcoal began to get messy, spilling in the blondes lap. But he didn't care. When Harry got in the shower he drew the boy, without skipping a single detail. He drew the curve of his jaw, the slope of his shoulder, the defined stomach muscles, the v-line, the groin. Draco drew his lover as water splashed on the boy. When Harry turned Draco saw his chance and quickly littered the sketches all over the floor to the bedroom where he covered the mattress in roses. He heard footsteps and Harry's gasp. Then raised his brow when he heard Harry run back to the bathroom for a moment, and then continued to walk down the hall to their bedroom. The door opened and there was Harry, looking at the gorgeous scene. Draco was hiding behind the door and watched Harry bend down to pick up the sketch. The brunette smiled giddily.

"Get out here stud!" He laughed tossing the picture aside and going to look in the closet. "C'mon! Enough of the game get out here!" Draco snuck up behind Harry, holding in his laugh when Harry stuck his head in the closet. Draco grabbed his waist and yelled, making Harry jump backwards. Harry yelped and jumped, his naked torso still wet. Draco's eyes appraised him hungrily, licking his lips. Harry blushed and grinned.

"Bed. Now." Draco said tugging his shirt off.

"Aye aye cap'n!" Harry yelled jumping on the bed and watching Draco undress. He smiled lovingly when Draco practically leapt across the room to get to Harry, and the brunette got Draco to lay on his back. Harry crawled up toDraco's shoulders, and splayed his legs, his knees on either side of Draco's collar bones. Harry leaned to grab a phial of lube from the bedside table, spreading some on his fingers. He grinned down at Draco, watching the blonde swallow and lick his lips when Harry reached under himself. He muttered a non verbal spell and restraints wound round Draco's hands, pinning him to the bed posts. A blindfold followed soon after.

"Kinky." Draco said with a devilish smirk.

Harry grinned and slid two fingers into himself, he moaned quietly and tilted his head back.

"I wanna see you." Draco whispered.

"Fine. But not while you're fucking me." Harry panted, slowly rising up and down on his fingers. He whispered another spell and the blindfold disappeared, showing Draco's lustful eyes. The blonde flexed his wrists, seeing how far they could move. Harry moaned louder, riding his fingers. He slid a third in, and felt Draco's hand brush his thigh.

"I could watch you do that forever." Draco whispered, his eyes trained on his husband. Harry's head was tilted back, his back was arched as he slowly fucked himself. Harry's breath was uneven and shallow, and the brunette was moaning like a porn star. Draco loved it.

"Come love." Draco whispered. Harry slammed down in his fingers, trying to release. He squeaked a high pitched keening cry, unable to pull over into ecstasy. It was almost painful, the need. "If you can't yet then just ride me." Draco said with a tortured voice.

"Patience...." Harry said with a pained smirk. "Is a virtue."

"Get on my cock now." Draco growled. Harry gulped, pulling his fingers out and sliding back from Draco's shoulders. Harry hesitated, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Maybe I should make you wait." He said.

"If I get out of these chains I'll fuck you so hard your ass is raw for a week." Draco hissed. "Now."

Harry sat back. "You said 'If'" he teased kissing Draco tenderly and brushing his hands over Draco's erection. The blonde snarled. Harry only grinned wider. "'Maybe I'll lock you up here for a while, or maybe I'll fuck you for once....but no maybe I'll just withhold sex until you can confess that I'm the better husband." Harry said with a stupid smirk spreading across his face.

"When." Draco emphasized. "When I am out of these chains you have my word I'll fuck you on every flat surface in this house. And I will make sure that you don't sit right for a week" Draco glowered at the brunette, his menacing glare doing nothing to scare Harry or even phase him.

"If"

"When"

"Y'know this reminds me, I totally forgot but I may have to go call Ginny about-"

Draco tore from the restraints, grabbing Harry and pinning him to the bed.

"Uncle! UNCLE!" Harry screeched as Draco grabbed his cock and roughly jerked it.

"Oh no dearest husband. I made a promise. And I plan on keeping it." Draco said with an evil grin.

•••

"Fuck. Fuck do you like that baby? My cock deep inside you, I'm hitting your prostate every time now aren't I?" Draco asked with a grin as he hammered into his husband.

Harry was too busy crying out to be able to talk dirty or even speak at all. Draco had him laid out on the dining room table, fucking him so hard the wooden structure shook and Harry's favorite vase fell and shattered. He'd been too busy to care.

"This is what?" Draco breathed. "Surface number three? Out of like twenty right?"

Harry moaned, crying out once more when Draco lifted him up and practically ran to the counter, his cock still deep in Harry.

"Are you done?" Draco asked softer.

"N-n-NO!" Harry yelled wrapping his legs tight around Draco's hips and dropping his head back against the mahogany cabinets. "Please." He whispered.

"What?" Draco panted.

"Please. Harder." Harry moaned, screaming when Draco tilted him back just barely, smashing into his prostate.

"Couch next?" Draco asked himself, already pulling Harry over to the soft leather couch. He sat down and pulled Harry down on him hard, pumping into he brunette. "Shit how are you still so tight? And how do I have anything else to empty in you."

Harry answered with a high pitched moan that was practically a scream. "Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck harder Draco harder." He cried, pushing down on Draco as hard as he could.

"Ok I'm thinking washer next." Draco said, lifting Harry and taking him to the laundry room. He bent Harry over the dryer and quickly thrust into him.

Harry bit his lip hard, dropping his head down onto the washer and smashing the top with his fists.

"Does that feel good? Oh fuck baby, fuck does it feel good? You feel amazing."

Harry nodded his head, slamming back on Draco.

"Wanna ride you next. Floor." Harry croaked. Draco practically ran to the kitchen laying down on the hardwood flooring and quickly pulling Harry down. Harry's legs quivered and the blonde grinned.

"Give up Malfoy?" Draco asked.

"Sod...Sod OFF... Malf-Malfoy." Harry gasped and leaned forward to grip Draco's shoulders. Draco rocked up into the brunette, making the boy moan.

"I think I'll tie you up for the finale." Draco said, the former evil smirk finding its way back to his lips.

Draco drug Harry to their bedroom, using a spell to tie the brunette and digging around in their closet.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked, catching his breath.

Draco found the box and pulled it out, sitting it on their dresser and popping it open. Inside were keggle balls, dildos, handcuffs, and all sorts of sex toys he'd used with Harry before.

"Shit. Not the box. NOT THE BOX." Harry said in false agony, giggling.

"I've never tried these on you have I?" Draco asked, lifting a string of anal beads. Harry gulped. Draco grinned and walked to the bed, lining the first ball up and pushing it into Harry. The brunette gasped and jerked up off the bed, crying out. Draco pushed them all the way into the brunette, leaving him writhing on the bed as he returned to the box to get a silk blindfold and a small rubber ring. Harry's eyes widened as the blindfold tightened around his eyes, his entire body was sweating and felt on fire as the spheres twisted inside him. He moaned softly and clutched the sheets in an iron grip. Draco took the small piece of rubber and slid it down over the head of Harry's erection, leaving it tight around the tip. The brunette bit down hard on his lip, trying not to move. It felt like someone was twisting him any time a muscle so much as twitched. His breathing grew heavy and he waited for Draco to make a move, but nothing happened.

"Not as good as your dick." Harry panted, keeping himself from arching off the bed. He clamped his eyes closed to keep the blindfold from touching them, and moaned softly.

A sharp jerk of the beads and Harry screamed in pleasure, practically shooting off the bed as he cried out. Draco pulled them out fast, one by one and left Harry a moaning mess on their bed, the ring was still tiggt around his erection, and the boy was gasping.

"Draco..." Harry moaned.

"Give up?" Draco teased, running his thumb over one of Harry's nipples.

"I want you to tongue me." Harry said quietly. The blonde sat there dumbfounded for a minute before a huge grin spread across his face at the idea.

"If you insist." He said pleased. He lowered himself and without hesitation, slid his tongue into Harry. The brunettes eyes rolled back in his head and he clung to the sheets. R rated sounds passed from his lips as Draco worked his way deep into Harry.

"Ha. Fuck Draco...oh fuck I'm going to come." Harry panted, spreading his legs wider so he could give Draco better access. Draco smiled warmly and continued

When they were done they lay there, Harry nestled into Draco's side, laying his head on Draco's shoulder and his arm over Draco's torso. A quick spell and they both cleaned up, snuggling under the covers.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Harry said with a huge smile. He lost the smile thinking about a conversation between he and Ron. "But Draco?"

"Yes love?"

"Will you always want me? Like forever."

"Of course you blithering idiot." Draco said with a grin, pulling his insecure husband into his chest.

"Good. I'll always want you." Harry said with a meek smile. "But, do you think it was smart to get married this early? Like do you think you'll always be happy about that?" Harry whispered looking into Draco's grey-blue eyes.

Draco was pretty shocked at Harry's utter lack of faith in him. He thought Harry had always known how much he loved him.

"Harry, I love you more than anything on earth. Asking you to marry me was the second best thing that's ever happened to me." Draco whispered, taking Harry's hands and kissing his knuckles. He knew Harry would take it the wrong way, and waited patiently for him to ask the question Draco already had an answer for.

"Oh. I....see. May I ask what number one is?" Harry whispered looking away from Draco's eyes.

"You saying yes." Draco said without hesitation, pulling Harry's chin up to meet his eyes.

"Oh." Harry blushed and leaned up to kiss the young man before him. Their lips met gently together, and Draco brushed Harry's cheek with his thumb, planting one more kiss to Harry's nose before pulling the covers up over their chins and slowly drifting into a dreamless sleep.

-Fin-