In the morning, Harry suggested that they actually see a bit of Provence since they'd spent the better part of their first day shagging in their suite. Draco reluctantly agreed and told Harry of a small village where he said they could get possibly the best bread in the country.

Harry convinced Draco to travel by bicycle, and after a few attempts, Draco swore and simply charmed his to stay upright. They traveled down a long road lined on either side by a colonnade of trees. Draco had been right. Even the light looked different here, as if the sky were dabbed with a paint brush and smeared by some magical hand. The air was filled with the aroma of lavender and there were still the remains of purple sprinkled about in the fields beyond the road. They passed quaint farmhouses whose roofs groaned under drooping rafters. Curious cows stood near fences, looking them over.

They stopped in the village, went to a bistro, and lunched on fresh bread, cheese, and wine. Harry gazed over the table at his beloved and couldn't think of a more perfect moment.

"Draco, this is amazing. I never knew bread could taste so good. And this cheese! You've spoiled me for anything else."

Draco twirled the stem of his wine glass and smiled. "Didn't I tell you."

"But I could never somehow believe it." Being brought up by the Dursleys, he never got to sample food the first time around. He was always getting leftovers or some substitute. Certainly nothing fresh and nothing as good as this. He leaned over the table and gave Draco a loving gaze. "I want nothing more than to make love to you right now."

"Steady on, Potter," he said quietly, looking about. "There's no place to do that."

"I saw what looked like an abandoned barn about half a mile back." He waggled his brows in what he hoped was a seductive way.

Draco blushed. "You're incorrigible."

"Just in love. And desperately horny."

Draco slurped his wine, eyes darting. "Are you serious?"

"Very. Well?"

"Okay," he mouthed. Harry giggled. But he didn't know how he was to mount his bicycle aroused as he was.

They headed back up the road and stopped near the barn, dismounting and pulling their bicycles up the verge and into the field. They propped them against the grey wood of the barn hidden from the lane, and peered inside the door hanging ajar.

The gloom of the structure was cut by stripes of light streaming from the broken roof. Motes of dust floated upward toward the persistent sunshine.

"Just where did you have in mind for this tryst, Harry?"

"Well…here. In the hay. Very rustic."

"In the hay? And get straw up my arse? I don't think so."

"Well what did you think when I said 'barn'?"

"I don't know. But not this."

"Please, Draco. I don't think I can wait." Standing behind the blond, Harry ran his hands over Draco's shoulders and nibbled that spot at the nape of his neck. It smelled like Draco sweat, possibly the most intoxicating scent in the universe. "Please," he whispered. Draco shivered but tried to hide it.

"I'm conjuring a bed."

"All right. Just be careful. Take your time. Don't expend too much energy-"

Draco lowered his wand. "Do you want to do this?"

"No. Go ahead."

Draco lifted the wand again and as gently as he could flicked it toward a sunny corner. A bed with white sheets and a white duvet instantly appeared with a loud crack, shaking the walls, and showering the clean bed with straw matter and old feathers.

"That wasn't so bad," said Harry and he began to strip.

Draco watched him for a moment before he, too, pulled off his clothes. They both dived for the bed at the same time and grabbed one another, rolling into a tight embrace. Draco's lips found Harry's and they kissed for a long time, whispering sweetly to one another. "Harry love, I want you on your hands and knees," Draco finally said.

Harry quickly complied.

"Oh you are a sight," said Draco, getting up on his knees behind him. "You put me in mind of a certain centaur."

Harry giggled in spite of himself. "It was hard not to look. I was a bit envious."

"You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"I know, but I mean…"

Draco chuckled. "No wonder girls like horses so much."

Harry said nothing more as Draco ran his hands up Harry's bum, massaging, caressing, and then dragging his nails along the goosefleshed surface. Harry gave a moan and wriggled.

"You have no idea how enticing you are like that," Draco murmured. He dropped his lips to Harry's flesh, raining soft kisses along his backside that became delicate licks and long stripes. His tongue dipped into the cleft and it took all of Harry's control not to buck upward. He spread his legs more and was rewarded by Draco's fingers teasing his balls until his hand closed over the sac and gave it a squeeze, just enough to zoom its arousal into Harry's already wooden erection. Draco continued this as well as licking downward into Harry's cleft and lapped at the flesh of his entrance. Draco's talented tongue dabbed, made circles, and jabbed into that puckered area and breached the tight muscle. His lips flattened around it and sucked gently. Harry did buck that time and exhaled a long, "Dra-a-aco!"

Draco gave a low chuckle. "Something you want, Potter?" he said, lips still caressing his anus. "Something right here?" And he punctuated his question with a long stroke of his tongue.

"Oh God!"

"There's no need to call me that, though I'm certain I appear as one to you at the moment."

"Draco! Shut up and shag me!"

"Well, since you put it so eloquently." Draco had produced some lubrication, and smeared it over and into Harry's backside and then he felt Draco's cock at the entrance. He pushed it slowly forward until it breached the tight muscle. Harry relaxed and pushed back against him, sucking it in deeper.

"Ooooo," groaned Harry.

"Is that better, Mon petit? Is that what you wanted?"

Sensation drove all thoughts from his head. Draco was thrusting in earnest now, and all Harry's attention was naturally on that. Draco nipped at Harry's neck and ran his hands roughly down his sides and finally settled on his hips, which he grabbed tightly, close to bruising. Harry moved with Draco, countering each thrust by backing into it. He grabbed his own straining cock and pumped it, running his fingers over the weeping head, and imagining it within Draco.

Draco's thrusts changed angles a few times until he found the sweet spot, knowing it by Harry's strangled exultations. They both moved faster until Harry felt every sensation in his body gather in his restricting balls and his cock suddenly exploded upon the sheets. Draco's orgasm followed immediately, and Harry had the added sensation of his lover's hot cum shooting straight up into him.

They stayed suspended like that for a moment before Draco pulled out of him and fell to the side. Draco's cum dribbled out of Harry and he felt it stream down his thigh as he eased down onto his stomach. "Bloody marvelous!"

"Why thank you, Harry. It was, wasn't it?"

Harry breathed into the mattress for a bit until he mustered the strength to roll toward Draco and wrap him in his arms. "I love you. I love when you shag me. I love your tongue and your lips. I love everything you do, you bloody Slytherin."

"Same here, my little Gryffindor. Now this is what I call cooperation between the houses."

"Not top on Dumbledore's list, I bet."

"Probably not. But it should be."

They settled down together with a long sigh. Harry became drowsy and slept a little but woke a minute later when Draco shuffled his position, nuzzling Harry's neck. Once his initial desperation had subsided, Harry began to consider his musings of last night at the club and how Draco sought to identify with a community in which he had previously no interest. And he thought about how Draco was now married and tied to Harry and it made him a bit uncomfortable, so much so he finally had to ask.

"Um…Draco. I was thinking. You don't have any regrets that we married so quickly, do you?"

"What?"

Harry squirmed a bit. "I mean, here you are, just barely come out to yourself, and now you're saddled with me for the rest of your life. I just wondered-"

"And you bring this up now? Two days after we're married?"

"It's just that I've only just thought of your side of things. How different it must be. And it was a heady year, you're coming back to the Wizarding world and all and getting the post as potions master."

He sat up. "I can't believe you. You've only just thought of this?"

Harry pushed himself up slowly and looked up worriedly at Draco's reddened face. "So…so are you thinking of it now, too?"

"You are such a git! Do you think that after all we've been through that I'd look at anyone else? Just because I'm new at being gay? I'm insulted!" He clamped his arms over his chest and turned away.

"I didn't mean…I mean, you are new to it, and that club was a bit intense, and-"

Draco's voice was low with menace. "You're only making it worse for yourself."

"I love you a lot, you know. And I was just overwhelmed by the fact that you were finally interested in me in that way. I just didn't think beyond that. I was so grateful I didn't question it. Now I realize it may not have been entirely fair to you."

"You are really digging yourself in deeper, Potter," he growled. He snapped his head toward Harry. "Do you think that I can't make up my own mind? Yes, I may be shallow, but I know what being in love feels like. And I am in love with you, you stupid idiot. Unless you keep talking and royally piss me off."

Harry opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"I am glad we got married, okay! I wanted to. I wanted you, you great prat. I still do. Yes, even two bloody days later. And I imagine even two bloody days from now I will feel the same way. And maybe even two hundred years from now as well. As long as you shut your mouth and keep your stupid opinions to yourself! And no, at this moment I don't know why I love you, but I do. So just shut it and leave it alone. God, Potter! Why do you have to second-guess everything?"

"I…I…."

Draco grabbed him and kissed him soundly, not letting up until Harry sunk bonelessly against him. He drew his lips away and caressed Harry's face. "I love you," Draco said more softly. "That's never going to change. I'll always love you. No matter how many hot men are paraded in front of me. Because I love you. And none of them can ever be Harry Potter. There's just something about you I need. Okay?"

Harry felt a lump in his throat and only nodded, being unable to speak.

Draco leaned down and kissed him again and then gave him a squeeze before getting up from the bed. "Hadn't we better push off before the day gets away from us?"

"'Course."

They both dressed and Harry stole glimpses of Draco from time to time. Draco vanished the bed and they mounted their bicycles again and headed back to the hôtel.

They pedaled a while in silence, Harry enjoying the country view and the warm rays of sun slanting now through the parade of trees. "Draco," he asked tentatively. "Um…Will you tell me about the trial? How you got along as a…you know. As a Muggle?"

Draco turned a shrouded expression toward him. "Why?"

"Because I'd like to know. As your husband, I want to know everything about you. And you haven't told me."

Draco considered. "If I tell you, will you tell me about Voldemort?"

"What do you mean?" But Harry had the feeling he knew.

"How you killed him, Harry. I really want to hear it. You've never told anyone and I feel I have a right to know."

Harry took a deep breath, eyes still scanning the countryside but not seeing it. Finally he nodded. "All right. You tell me first, and then I'll tell you."


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"Draco's Detour"

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