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Beauty’s Beast

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Draco wanted to put his fist through the mirror as he tried, unsuccessfully, to tie the bowtie on the Muggle tuxedo that Granger insisted he wear. He growled, cursing under his breath.

Harry was brushing his long, dark hair when he heard Draco cursing. He glanced over his shoulder, but didn't move yet. "Need any help?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes," Draco growled, still not happy with the things his claws prevented him from doing. "This outfit is ridiculous," he added as if the clothing were the problem rather than his hands.

"They're not so bad," Harry said as he walked over. "Turn around so I can see."

Draco huffed but did as Harry said.

Once he turned around, Harry reached up to fix the bow tie, having been shown how to do it at the tailors. "There," he said, smiling at him.

Draco sighed. It was almost worth the trouble just to have Harry touch him like that. The touch was over too soon though. He wished he could rip both their clothes off and pull Harry back to bed, but Granger would not be amused if the best man was late for her wedding.

"Now you're ready, and I think I'm ready." Harry looked in the mirror. "Can't believe they're getting married," he said for what must've been the tenth time that morning.

"Yes, with all this fuss, it has to be a wedding," Draco huffed. A Muggle one at that, he thought sourly. "Shall we go?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Harry murmured, tucking his hair behind his ears. He was happy for Ron and Hermione, he was sure of that, but at the same time he felt sad. It had been two years since Voldemort's defeat and Harry felt as if his friends were moving on and having families, while he still felt like the same old Harry.

They made their way downstairs where Tonks was complaining about how the dress just made her look more fat. Draco snorted. She was pregnant and nearly full term, there was nothing that wouldn't make her look fat at this point. Remus frowned warningly at him, and Draco rolled his eyes.

"You look great, Tonks," Harry said, walking over to place a hand on her stomach and smile at her. "Don't worry about it."

Tonks smiled at Harry and ruffled his hair, destroying what little order he had achieved with it.

"We'd better go," Draco warned. He had been threatened by Granger about being late. "Cast the charm, Harry."

Harry pulled his wand out and easily cast the Glamour Charm, watching Draco's face morph into the one he preferred to have outside. "Better?" he asked, attempting to fix his own hair again.

Draco looked to Remus who nodded. "To the Weasel's wedding," Draco teased.

Harry poked Draco, but nodded. "Ron and Hermione's wedding," he said softly.

***

Draco had suffered sitting in the sun in a tuxedo with a mixed crowd of Weasleys and Muggles while Ron and Hermione exchanged vows. His only consolation was that he got to watch Harry shift nervously from foot to foot while he stood beside them during the ceremony. Now the cake had been cut, toasts made and the dancing begun. Most of the guests were getting drunk and enjoying themselves as Draco sat back watching Harry perform his best man duties.

Harry had enjoyed the wedding, glad that he was able to be a part of the entire thing. During the reception, he hung around with Ron for a bit until Ron decided that he needed some time with his new bride, so Harry got two glasses of champagne and headed back to Draco. "Here," he said, holding out one glass as he sat down next to him.

Draco took the glass and nodded to Harry. He watched the couples on the dance floor.

Harry leaned back and followed Draco's gaze. He glanced back at Draco. "Do you want? To dance, I mean."

"Two men?" Draco asked. "What would the Muggles think of that?"

Harry shrugged, noticing that there weren't any same-sex couples out there. "I'm not sure."

Draco sighed. He loved dancing, and it was hard to be near Harry and not holding him.

"But we'll never know if we just sit here, right?" Harry asked, getting up. "Come on."

Draco eyed his lover and glanced around. Then he shrugged and got to his feet, reaching for Harry's hand.

Harry set his glass down and carefully took Draco’s clawed hand, walking onto the dance floor.

"I didn't think you liked dancing," the blond said, pulling Harry to him when they got there.

"I don't know how to, really," Harry admitted with a smile, happily leaning against him.

"I do," Draco said smugly, arranging Harry's arms into place. "Follow my lead."

"That's what I was planning on doing -- what I always like doing," Harry replied, ready to move when Draco did. This was why he wanted to dance, and it was much better than just sitting around and watching the others have fun.

Draco lost himself in the sound of the music, the feel of his lover's body in his arms and looking into those green eyes. He forgot the staring Muggles and just danced with his Harry.

Harry got the hang of it after a while, enjoying the music and being with Draco like this. He laughed when he was dipped, ignoring the Muggles who were whispering behind their hands as they looked at them.

Draco was humming under his breath with the music, pulling Harry tighter so that their bodies now touched and his face was pressed against the side of Harry's head.

"I love you," Harry whispered softly as another song slowly came to an end, his arms still around Draco's neck.

Draco didn't let go of Harry, bending his head instead to kiss him. His lips gently caressed Harry's and his heartbeat sped up.

Harry leaned up into the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Draco's. He didn't care where they were at the moment.

Draco growled against Harry's lips, thrusting his tongue against Harry's mouth and trembling with rising desire.

Harry's hands moved up and into Draco's hair, gripping the strands lightly as he slid his tongue against Draco's.

Growling deep in his throat, Draco began kissing Harry passionately. People nearby moved away and stared.

Harry moaned softly, his knees beginning to shake as Draco kissed him harder. He had to pull away. "Draco," he whispered against his lips. "Let's ... let's go sit ...."

"Sit?" Draco asked, his arousal having taken away his ability to think reasonably. Then he glanced around. He flushed when he realised where they were and what he had been thinking of doing right there.

"Yeah, come on," Harry murmured, taking Draco's hand again as he began to walk back to the seats. He could see the Muggles were looking at them in disapproval, but they passed Ron and Hermione and they both looked happy and amused.

Draco stood, glancing around. "I don't want to sit," he whispered. "Can we go somewhere ... private?" he asked, voice deeper with his arousal.

"Uhm, the loo?" Harry asked, his face flushing at the look on Draco's face. He loved when Draco got like this, even if they were in public.

Draco nodded quickly and took Harry's hand, pulling him up and leading him to the restroom of the reception hall.

Following quickly, Harry made sure to close the restroom door behind them once they got inside.

Draco still held Harry's hand tightly, dragging him to the last stall and pushing him inside. Stepping in behind his lover, Draco closed the door.

Harry turned around, smirking a little at Draco as he began to undo his trousers before Draco could tell him. "We can't help it, can we?" Harry asked quietly.

"Help wanting you? No," Draco growled, reaching to grab the man's hair and forcefully kissing him again.

Harry pushed down his own shorts and trousers as Draco kissed him, stepping close to start on Draco's as well. "Good," he whispered, unzipping them. "I don't really want you to resist me."

"On your knees," Draco growled when Harry had unfastened his trousers.

Harry slowly sunk down on his knees, still looking up at Draco.

"Suck me, my beauty," Draco growled, claws combing Harry's hair.

Harry smiled at him before he leaned in to take Draco's cock into his mouth, easily filling his mouth with his lover's flesh.

Draco's throat rumbled, and he shook with the intensity of his desire. "Yes, love, suck me," he gasped. "Love that wet mouth and tongue on me."

Harry began to suck, his head bobbing as he picked up a rhythm. He reached up to curve one hand on Draco's hip, his eyes closed in concentration.

"Oh, yes, fucking beautiful," Draco continued. "I love you sucking my cock."

Harry dug his fingers into Draco's hip as he sucked harder, then reached down with other hand to wrap around his own cock and stroke himself.

"You love sucking me, don't you?" Draco purred. "You could come just from this, couldn't you?"

Harry moaned in reply, stroking himself as he bobbed faster.

"Yes, I want you to come when I do," Draco growled. "I want you to empty yourself on this dirty floor when I fill your throat."

Harry groaned this time, managing to look up at Draco as he stroked himself faster.

"Oh, Gods, yes!" Draco growled, legs shaking now as his balls tightened and he could feel his orgasm building. "Oh, yes, swallow me, my beauty, drink me!" And then he did come, claws pulling at Harry's hair as he shot down his throat.

Harry swallowed, his own orgasm triggered by Draco's words. He shuddered and pulled back from Draco's cock before he had finished coming.

Come spattered on Harry's face and Draco watched, moaning at the sight.

Harry blinked a few times, thrilled that Draco had finished coming on his face. "God," he whispered, letting go of himself with a sigh.

"Indeed," Draco agreed, combing Harry's hair again and leaning against the wall of the stall, still panting. He heard footsteps and the door to the room open and close.

Harry glanced at the door to their stall before he slowly stood up, reaching for his wand to clean up the mess on the floor and on his face. He pulled up his trousers and fixed them properly, stepping forward to do the same for Draco.

"Someone listened," Draco whispered, smirking. He leaned in and kissed Harry as the man fastened his trousers.

Harry blushed as he kissed him softly, smoothing out Draco's trousers.

"So, do you think we will know who it is by the look on his face?" Draco asked, smiling and waggling his eyebrows.

"Probably," Harry said, laughing softly. "Let's go back."

They returned to the reception and Draco felt much more relaxed, able to dance with Harry without getting carried away and even socializing a bit. He kept his eyes out for anyone who might be acting different and found one man unable to meet his gaze and who blushed and looked away. Harry's old friend, Seamus Finnigan. He waggled his eyebrows at the man and watched the blush spread to his ears. Not a bad party, Draco thought happily.

***

Once home, Draco collapsed back onto the bed, still in his tuxedo. "That wasn't so bad, after all," he said.

Harry sat down next to him, snickering when he heard his comment. "Yeah, could it've been because you got a blowjob in the loo?"

"It did seem to improve the party," Draco drawled, only half suppressing the smirk.

Harry nodded, sighing as he lay back on the bed next to Draco. He still couldn't believe his two best friends were married and on their way to having a family. "It's good for them, you know," he whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

"What is?" Draco asked, reaching one clawed hand to rest against Harry's side, liking the contact.

"That they're married and all," Harry answered quietly. "About to be a family." There was a bit of sadness in Harry's voice as he spoke, his eyes never leaving the ceiling.

"Bill and Fleur already have twins, Tonks will pop any day and now them. We will be surrounded by screaming infants," Draco said with a huff.

Harry smiled at the thought. "I like children," he murmured.

"How do you know you like children?" Draco asked, turning his head to watch Harry's face.

That was a good question, but Harry shrugged, answering quietly, "I've just always wanted a family of my own."

Draco sighed, closing his eyes. It bothered him that he couldn't give Harry everything he wanted.

"Or even getting married, you know," Harry said with a small laugh.

"Men can't marry men, not legally," Draco answered.

"I know," Harry said, turning on his side so he was facing Draco.

Draco opened his eyes, breath hitching as he looked into those bright green orbs. He felt like he could drown in them.

"Doesn't mean I can't want it," Harry murmured, reaching out to touch Draco's cheek.

Draco reached out and removed Harry's glasses, setting them aside. He turned his head, kissing Harry's hand. "I would give you whatever you want, if I could," he whispered.

Harry swallowed, feeling emotional all of a sudden. "I know, but we can't all get what we want."

Draco winced, closing his eyes. "If you were with a woman, you could have that -- marriage and family."

"I love you and if that's something I can't have, I can live with it," Harry said quietly, stroking Draco's cheek.

Draco nodded, using the back of his hand to stroke Harry's face too.

Harry bit his lip. Despite what he said, he still wanted the family life he had always pictured. He closed his eyes as his lips trembled slightly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Tell me what I can do and I will do it," Draco said, his heart clenching at the sight of his lover's distress. He reached and pulled him into his arms, petting his hair.

"I have more than I could ever ask for," Harry whispered, pressing his face into Draco's shoulder. "I'm just being selfish."

"Yes, so selfish," Draco said sarcastically. "Because it is terribly selfish to just want what others have. To want the same rights as they have. To want to love and be loved and have that acknowledged. To lavish that love on children. Yes, totally selfish." He huffed.

"But I have enough," Harry whispered, sniffling as he rubbed his face against Draco's shoulder.

Draco wanted to cry, to scream, and to go after all those people who made their lives difficult. He wanted to change things, to make them different -- all for Harry.

Harry felt stupid for crying over this, for making a big deal out of something that he would probably never be able to have. "I'm sorry, Draco."

"No, my beauty," Draco soothed, petting him. "Never be sorry for wanting what you should have the right to. Never be sorry for being someone who loves so much."

Harry sighed softly, not knowing what else he could possibly do. "As long as you understand that I'd never leave you to try and get those things. I would only want them with you."

Draco didn't know what to say to that. He ached to give Harry whatever would make him happy. They had been lovers for nearly two years now and Draco didn't like to even imagine his life without Harry. Yet, he still didn't understand why Harry would want to stay with a half-werewolf, ex-Death Eater who had no money and was still banned from using a wand. That was bad enough, but then not being able to marry and have the family that Harry wanted ... sometimes Draco thought Harry would be much better off without him.

"You understand that, right? I have love and that can definitely make up for everything else," Harry whispered, sliding his fingers into Draco's hair. "Everything."

"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing into that touch. He felt sometimes that he should be a braver man for Harry, but he wanted Harry more than anything. He couldn't imagine letting him go.

"I'm so happy I have you," Harry said honestly, closing his eyes and just relaxing against Draco.

"Certainly makes parties more interesting," Draco drawled, smiling.

"I would hope so," Harry replied, smiling a little as well.