Title: Reality is Broken
Author: 
acromantular
Team: Epilogue
Prompt: 9. Reparo in time saves nine
Wordcount: ~2500
Rating: very NC-17
Warnings: Adultery, spanking, very mild bondage, rimming.
Summary: What must Harry break to have what he loves?
Author's Note: Thank you to my beta, E, who somehow manages to read my handwritten scribbles, and to my fantastic teammates who made the World Cup so much fun! Mods, thanks again for all your work in putting together another excellent event.
Reality is Broken
Harry grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and slammed him up against the wall, smashing against a nearby suit of armor. The rusty metal torso crashed to the floor, sending the head rolling through a gaping hole in the adjoining wall.
"Bloody hell, Potter!" Draco yelped, clutching the back of his head. "What do you want?"
Harry leaned in, settling his weight against Draco's chest..
"Do it again."
"What, call you a raving lunatic after you punch me in the gut? I'd prefer to avoid further injury."
"No." Harry grabbed Draco's flailing hand, and pinned his wrist to the wall alongside his head. "What you did after that."
He leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against Draco's. Draco hesitated for a moment, then parted his lips and leaned into the kiss. As the intensity increased, he brought his free hand up to rest on the back of Harry's head, fingers tangling in his hair.
Draco arched upwards, grinding his hips against Harry, who moaned and pressed their bodies tightly together against the wall.
Harry finally pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and rested his forehead against Draco's to look directly into his eyes.
Draco stared back, his breathing ragged.
"Stay with me tonight."
"Are you propositioning me, Potter?"
"Maybe." Harry licked his lips. "Yes."
"Why me? Won't your Weasley care?"
"She's with her family," Harry said, bucking his hips gently against Draco's and bending down to nibble on the base of his neck. "And you're here now."
"Hardly a convincing argument," Draco gasped. "Try again. Why me?"
"So many people are dead," Harry murmured, worked his way up the side of Draco's neck, breath ghosting into his ear.
"But you... you make me feel alive."
"What?" Draco idly traced lines across Harry's chest, circling his nipples and ruffling the thin sweat-soaked hairs. "You're upset about something. Spill."
"Ginny and I are getting married," Harry muttered, staring at the ceiling.
Draco snorted.
"No, really, we are."
"I believe you," Draco answered, trailing his hand up and down the track to Harry's navel. "It's exactly the sort of arse-backwards behavior I'd expect from you and the Weaslette."
Harry exhaled slowly.
"I just want to know why." Draco's voice was sharp, and his hand finally stopped, splayed across the center of Harry's chest.
"You know I want kids, a real family. I can't give that up."
"A real family." Draco snorted. "Suppose I can't be part of that."
"Draco..."
"Bloody hell, Potter," Draco snapped, sitting up and tossing a leg over to straddle Harry's thighs. "Just be quiet for once."
"But I want to explain."
"Enough talking!" Draco leaned forward, his mouth hovering over Harry's cock. "I'm going to show you what you're giving up."
Harry clutched at the wooden spindles of the headboard, bucking his hips upwards gently against Draco's .
"I knew you couldn't give this up, Potter," Draco said, raising his hips slightly to allow a few inches of Harry's cock to slide smoothly of his arse before settling back down again. "I'm just shocked you realized it so soon."
He smirked, watching as Harry pulled futilely against the transfigured silk dress robes that bound his wrists to the bed frame.
"Nothing to say?"
Harry chewed violently on the bow tie currently serving as his gag, and glared at Draco.
"Well, I have news," he said in a light voice, continuing to ride Harry's thrusts smoothly. "I'm getting married too."
Harry grunted and bucked hard enough to send Draco hurling forward, their chests colliding with a sweaty slap.
"Behave," Draco said, smacking Harry lightly on the sternum as he sat back up. "It's not so bad."
Harry froze, but gave another muffled grunt.
"It's Asteria," Draco answered with a tight smile. "She's a Ravenclaw, and good friends with your new wife."
Harry remained still, so Draco reached and arm behind to cup Harry's balls.
"You're not the only one who wants a "real" family," he said softly. "It's called compromise, and you'll learn to live with it just like I did."
He squeezed Harry's balls firmly, and smiled as Harry moaned and bucked his hips against the pressure.
"Now give me the buggering I so richly deserve, and we'll be back at the reception before anyone notices you're missing."
Draco's balls slapped hard against skin as he slammed back into Harry's arse and held him still.
"Would you have done it?" he panted, grinding against Harry's arse cheeks. "If you didn't need her to give you children, would you still have gone with that Weasley bint?"
Harry tried to pull away, but Draco held him tight, fingers gripping Harry's hips until the flesh around them went white under the pressure.
"Tell me!"
"I don't know."
Draco pounded into him again.
"Asteria's pregnant."
Hary was silent, back arched in preparation for Draco's next move.
"She says Ginny is too."
Slap. The skin on Harry's arse turned an angry red under Draco's open palm.
"When were you planning to let me know?"
Slap. Slap.
Harry flinched, and shoved his arse back towards Draco as the overlapping red weals began to turn puffy.
"I don't know," he said, panting. "When Ginny said I could?"
Slap.
Harry moaned and shivered, arching his back even further, but Draco was still.
"Does Asteria make you happy?" Harry looked back over his shoulder, trying to meet Draco's gaze.
"Draco?"
"I don't know either," he answered softly, eyes unfocused. "But she's giving me an heir, so it doesn't matter."
Draco shook himself, and ran a fingernail across the reddest part of Harry's arse.
Harry flinched downward, his cock slapping directly into Draco's open palm. Draco took a firm grip, and began stroking Harry's cock in time with his renewed thrusts.
"No matter what," he grunted, "She still doesn't have a dick."
"No more kids," Harry said, stroking Draco's arm. "We're stopping at three. The healer said Ginny's done for good."
"Are you sure? She is a Weasley."
"Suck it, Draco."
Draco reached down and waggled Harry's limp cock. "Been there, done that."
Harry heaved Draco's leg off of his thighs and rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow. "I'm serious."
"I know," Draco answered, "Which is exactly why I'm not."
"Are you happy?"
Draco rolled his eyes, but Harry plunged on.
"Are you getting everything you wanted in life?" Harry flopped over, settling down on his back and staring at the ceiling.
"Well, I've got money, an heir, and a beautiful wife," Draco answered with a smirk. "And of course, your cock in my arse on a regular basis."
"But is it really enough?"
"Any bigger and I'd have trouble walking."
"You know what I mean."
Draco sighed and threw an arm and a leg over Harry's bare torso, pulling him close.
"Forget about it," he said. "There's no use wishing for what I can't have."
Harry paused, resting his chin on Draco's tailbone and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
"Lily's going to be depressed."
"What, because you named her after dead relatives too?" Draco snorted. "I hope Albus Severus realizes he's the one who got off easy."
"Prat," Harry muttered. "She's feeling abandoned because the boys went to Hogwarts without her."
"Ginny and Asteria are probably buying her enough ice cream right now to make her forget anything," Draco said, lifting his arse off the pillow and wriggling just enough to dislodge Harry's chin. "But you should pay attention to my arse - now it's feeling abandoned."
Harry licked up the proffered cleft, swirling his tongue around Draco's arsehole twice before plunging in against the ring of muscle. Draco sighed happily, and relaxed against the bed.
"Draco."
"What?"
"No matter how often I see you, we still go home to our wives."
"Observant," Draco drawled. "But let's get back to my arse - preferably with something of yours in it."
Harry ran a finger over the wet pucker, then blew on it gently. Draco shivered.
"I never want to leave you," Harry said, running a finger over Draco's wet pucker, then blowing on it gently. Draco shivered.
"Then don't," Draco said, snapping his hips back against Harry's lips and tongue.
"The kids are too young," Harry murmured, stroking Draco's flanks as he rose to his knees.
"There's always a reason." Draco reached around, spreading his arse as Harry's cock nudged at his entrance.
Harry slid into him with a groan.
"But one day there won't be."
The men's room was empty, but Harry cast an extra-strength silencing spell and a Notice-Not charm on top of Draco's wards.
"Don't trust my work?" Draco chuckled as Harry backed him against the wall, hands going straight for Draco's flies.
"No," Harry said as he dropped to his knees. "I just plan to make you come so hard they’ll hear your screams all the way to the Department of Mysteries."
Harry winced, and pulled out his wand once more to cast a cushioning charm on the floor under his knees.
"We're getting old," Draco observed, ruffling his hair.
"Says the bloke about to get the blowjob of his life in the loo at work," Harry answered with a grin, kneading Draco's balls gently as he leaned forward, sucking in Draco's quickly stiffening cock.
"I didn't say boring, just old."
Harry tucked a finger into his mouth alongside Draco's cock, then slowly eased it into Draco's arsehole.
Draco sighed, curling his fingers loosely around Harrys ears as he slumped back against the tiles. "Merlin, I love you," he murmured.
Harry choked and rocked backwards, Draco's cock bobbing stiffly in front of his nose.
"Excuse me?" he sputtered, staring up at Draco.
"You heard me," Draco replied, looking back with his eyebrow cocked and a lopsided smile on his face. "Don't ask me to repeat it - the loo is hardly the place for this sort of thing."
Harry grinned back.
"So I'm not allowed to admit I love you too?"
"Actions speak louder than words," Draco retorted, but his smile was dazzling.
"Remember, you did promise to make me scream."
Harry released his cock with a final suck, letting it slap wetly against Draco's stomach.
Draco pulled his knees back up and Harry rested his chest against those long, folded legs, kissing Draco on the lips as he slipped his cock back into Draco's arse. He held Draco's shoulders, and moved his hips in short, rolling thrusts as Draco curled one hand around his own cock, the other buried deep in Harry's wild, sweat-soaked salt-and-pepper hair.
"I could never do that," Harry panted. "Ginny can't know. It would break her."
Draco stilled underneath him, and Harry paused, looking down at their joined hips.
"You still love her too."
"Yes."
He raked his fingers up along Harry's chest, bringing his sticky left hand to join the right in Harry's hair, pulling his face back up and meeting Harry's eyes fiercely.
"But you love me more." A statement, not a question.
Harry's eyes blazed, and shifted his grip to Draco's knees. He moved with a newfound intensity, pounding into Draco with quick, hard strokes. Draco dropped one hand back to his cock, pulling and twisting.
"Do you?" he gasped, arching against Harry's thrusts.
Harry's eyes were closed, his jaw set. The vein on his forehead was standing out. Draco let his head fall backwards, and his eyes fluttered shut as he came, shaking, come spattering up across Harry's chest and down onto his own.
Harry kept moving, then shuddered and pumped into Draco's arse twice more before collapsing on top of him.
Draco folded his leg to one side. Harry slid down, settling into the space, and folded an arm across Draco's come-slick belly, pulling their bodies together tightly.
"Yes. You know I do."
"Our children have all grown up," Draco said, running his hand lightly along Harry's spine. "We're running out of reasons."
"Then maybe it's time we did something about it."
Eight bottles hit with a crash, the delicate glass shattering across the floor and skidding, tinkling, into the corners.
Another violent sweep, and the delicately inlaid wooden box followed.
Ginny stared after them, panting, then back at the Pensieve with its swirling sparkling gray. She rubbed at puffy red eyes, but they were dry - she was beyond tears.
How could she not have known? Did Astoria know? Certainly not like this.
She glanced at the rest of the wall, its shelf upon shelf of tiny glass vials, each carefully dated and deposited in its own niche. She couldn't face them now that she knew what they contained.
She stared back down at the wreckage, her lips white.
If only Harry had the decency to tell her earlier, she'd have... what? Rammed through a bitterly-contested divorce, taken the kids, given a tell-all interview to the Prophet?
Bloody hell.
"You selfish bastard," she whispered. "I'm better than that."
She bent down to retrieve the box, and set it carefully back on the shelf.
"Reparo."