Correspondence and/or Encounters
A/N #1: This is going to be a series of related ONE-SHOTS about the times Draco and Harry either correspond in some way or find time for a liaison. Some of will involve other people, like Ginny and/or Astoria (and maybe others), but they will mostly be about our two lovely young men.
Warning: This story is m/m slash...if you don't care for that sort of thing, please don't bother reading. And there will be infidelity involved, once the two men marry their prospective women, but it won't really be cheating since both women are going to be open to what's happening.
A/N #2: About a year ago, when I was still posting chapters of Class of Ninety-nine on a regular basis, I had plans to name Harry's new owl, which was a gift from Draco, after DevientGrey. But sadly, I haven't gotten that far in the story yet...and now he is gone and will never know about it. *sob* However, I'm going to do it in this story, which is connected to that story. Lucien, we miss you, love! 3
Summary: Harry's been waiting for Draco to contact him via the two-way mirror he gave him for his birthday—but Draco's been unable. While waiting, Harry recalls their final day at Hogwarts.
Rating: I rated this M for language and adult situations
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! At least, nothing that's Harry Potter...all of that, of course, belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Posted: Thursday, 26 July 2012
Word Count: 4,639 (this ONLY includes actual story, please disregard the "word count" provided by the site)
Tuesday, 13 July 1999
(with memories from Friday, 18 June 1999)
Lying on his bed, the very bed that had once belonged to his godfather, Sirius Black, Harry thought about the things he wanted to accomplish the next day. There were so many things to get done over the summer before he started Auror training come September, and he knew it would take him longer than a summer to put right the many years of neglect in the ancient home, but he'd been working hard to turn Grimmauld Place into a less grim old place. With the help of his house-elves—he had several now, much to Hermione's upset—he'd made quite the dent. But he wasn't completely finished. There were still many things to contend with—including Walburga Black's portrait in the entrance hall. That crazy old bat had to go, as far as Harry was concerned.
But Harry's thoughts turned, as they often did, to other things. It had been nearly four weeks since he'd completed his schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—and he'd not yet heard from Draco Malfoy. Not even once! Though he'd not really expected to, because of the other man's house arrest, Harry'd still hoped that, after the time they'd shared together over the previous ten months at school, he would have received at least an owl by now. Or something. He had, after all, given Draco a two-way mirror for his birthday in June. They could have been talking every day.
But Harry hadn't heard from the man...and, in all honestly, he was actually quite worried about it. Though he and Draco had returned to Hogwarts the previous September as long-time foes, they had emerged as friends. More than friends, actually. The truth of the matter was that they'd become lovers during the year—though that was something they'd kept to themselves, for the most part. And so Harry was anxious, because of the lack of communication. Was Draco all right? Harry wondered daily.
And he had every reason to be concerned. Harry knew where Draco was heading when he left school. Whereas Harry was going to move into Grimmauld Place and settle there permanently—and try to make that nasty old place a home he could be proud of—Draco had been all but dragged back to Malfoy Manor to serve out the remainder of his three hundred and sixty-five day house arrest sentence. Harry would have his friends to keep him company. He would be able to go out whenever he wished—if he wished. Draco, on the other hand, would be stuck with his bat-shit crazy parents, restricted to their home that was riddled with horrific nightmares.
And restrictions had started immediately. Their commencement ceremony had quietly taken place on the eighteenth day of June—and that was the last they'd seen of one another. One moment they were standing with their housemates—and those a year younger than them who had just finished their seventh year as well—and the next they were being herded off to Hogsmeade Station to catch the train back to London.
But not Draco. Within minutes of the ceremony's completion, two Aurors appeared by the young man's side to escort him from the main courtyard where the festivities were being held, up to their dormitory to acquire his belongings, and off to Malfoy Manor, so that he could be locked away until sometime in February. The Aurors were perfectly polite about it—didn't make even the tiniest scene, Harry noticed—but still it seemed rude...and unnecessary. Draco had no intention of fleeing. They knew this and still they felt it necessary to physically take him back to his ancestral home, instead of letting him travel back to London via the Hogwarts Express like everyone else.
Some distance from what was quietly happening, Harry watched Draco frown and glance over at him, then turn back to the Aurors and nod, then allow himself to be removed. Standing with several of the Weasleys, Harry felt torn. He wanted to run after Draco and yet he felt like he'd be judged for doing so. It was Ginny who noticed and gave him his out.
"Harry!" she burst, cutting off her brother as she ran up. "Could you help me?"
Startled, Harry turned from Ron and looked at Ginny. "Uh...yeah sure, Gin," he answered as he allowed her to pull him toward the castle. Once inside the huge entrance doors, the young woman stopped and smiled up at him.
"Okay then, go on up and say goodbye," she said.
Harry blinked, then smiled sheepishly. "Thanks," he said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
Ginny was grinning when Harry let her go—and she continued to grin when he leaned down and kissed her soundly. "Just remember who you're marrying, yeah?" she reminded him when his lips were no longer attached to hers.
Harry chuckled, then kissed her again. "I haven't forgotten our promise to each other," he said. "Draco and I are just..." He shrugged.
"Pfft! Yeah, right!" Ginny scoffed. She'd known about them for months. In fact, it was she who'd pointed out to Harry that Draco might have a thing for him...and she'd told him that she understood if he wanted to explore and have some fun. Merlin knew he deserved it—after all he'd been through in his short lifetime. Plus, she'd been seeing others all year. They'd agreed to not be couple this year, but that they would marry...eventually.
And so he'd explored a side of himself he hadn't known was there—and Ginny was happy for him.
Frowning, Harry looked down at the young woman he planned to spend his life with. "Gin, you don't have to worry, I promise."
Ginny shook her head. "Would you just hush, Harry! I know I have nothing to worry about," she insisted. "Now go...before someone comes looking for us. And, tell Malfoy..." She paused. "Tell Draco to hang in there."
Harry nodded, kissed her again, then turned and hurried up to the fifth floor room he'd shared with Draco Malfoy all year. By the time he arrived, he was completely breathless—and Draco, with the two Aurors hovering, was in their room slowly gathering his things. He was clearly in no hurry.
"Do you mind if I have a moment alone with my roommate?" Harry asked those standing guard.
Frowning, the two large men glanced at one another, then back at Harry. "We have been instructed to keep Mr. Malfoy in our sights until he has been deposited behind the gates of Malfoy Manor," one of them said.
"Really?" Harry questioned. "I mean, where do you think he's going to go from our room?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but it's policy not to leave a prisoner unattended," the other Auror said.
Harry snorted. "Mr. Malfoy has been here at Hogwarts for the last ten months without being attended by Aurors. Not to mention a couple school trips into Muggle London. I think he can manage to pack his things without having the two of you on top of him."
The two Aurors frowned again, then nodded. "We'll be right outside the door if you need us, Mr. Potter."
Harry watched them go, then closed the door. Turning, he looked at Draco and rolled his eyes. "Sorry 'bout that."
Draco shrugged. "I'm not at all surprised, Harry," he said as he manually folded a shirt. "Besides, it's not like any of this is your fault."
Harry smiled sadly at Draco—wishing he could do something for him—then realized what the blond was doing. The Draco that had arrived at Hogwarts in September would never have folded his own clothing when magic could do it for him. Draco had changed!
But not wanting to waste time, Harry pulled out his wand and waved it to get Draco's things moving faster, then grabbed the blond and pulled him in for a kiss. "I'm going to miss you," Harry said after several nips at Draco's lips.
"Hmm. You too, Potter," said Draco.
"You'll owl, right?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Draco said with a short nod.
"And use the mirror?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course."
Harry grinned, then leaned forward to kiss Draco again, this time with a bit more desperation.
"You taste like your little redhead," Draco complained.
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I kissed her before coming up here," he said nonchalantly as he wove his fingers into Draco's silken hair.
With a sigh, Draco said, "You know I don't like it when you tell me that."
Leaning back, Harry frowned. "Why do you care? We both agreed to stick to our other obligations."
Draco shuddered; the thought of being forced to marry a female made his skin crawl. "Yes, I know, but...it's just weird. You do remember that I'm related to the woman right?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know. You and Ginny are cousins, I don't know how many times removed."
Draco laughed. "No times removed, actually...we're just third cousins. But, you're right, it doesn't matter," Draco said as he attacked Harry's mouth with his own. "So. Do you. Fancy a fuck. Before I'm. Carted off," the blond asked in between their frantic kisses.
Growling, Harry didn't bother answering. Quickly, he had both their dress robes open and, since his wand was still out, he vanished the lower half of his own clothing, then tossed his wand onto Draco's bed and reached for the blond's belt. He struggled with it for a few seconds, but had the other man's trousers open and pushed down to his knees in a blink. And then he was turned and bent over the side of Draco's bed.
"No, Harry," Draco said with a frown when he realized that Harry was preparing himself to be fucked. "I want—"
"Come on, Draco, we don't have time to go at it for hours," Harry said almost desperately.
Draco shook his head. Picking up Harry's wand, he vanished his own trousers, then took Harry hand and led the dark-haired young man into the loo. Still holding Harry's wand, Draco pointed it at himself and whispered, "Lubricus," then hiked up his robes, placed his hands on the bathroom counter, and looked at Harry in the mirror. "I want you to fuck me, Harry," he said. "I want to remember the feel of you inside me while I'm stuck at home."
His eyes connecting with Draco's in the mirror, Harry frowned. Draco had only allowed him to do this one other time. "Are...are you sure?" he asked, because...he wasn't sure.
Draco nodded. "I need to have more than just one memory of this...to put in my Pensieve.
Harry just stared at him.
Nodding dumbly, Harry moved up behind Draco and caressed his bared arse—then slid his fingers into the crease, seeking Draco's puckered hole. When he found it, slick with the lubrication the blond had spelled there, Draco groaned in anticipation. Harry played with Draco's opening for only a few seconds, pushing one finger into him and pulling it right back out only a handful of times, then adding a second finger.
"No time for this, Harry," Draco whined out a reminder. "Just...fuck me."
Their eyes meeting in the mirror again, Harry frowned. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"Do I hurt ever you?" Draco queried.
Harry shook his head reluctantly, because he didn't think this was quite the same thing. He was used to taking Draco's cock up his arse, whereas Draco was not used to it.
"Then don't worry about me, all right? I want this."
Still feeling somewhat unsure, Harry made a decision. If this was what Draco wanted, then Harry was going to give it to him. Nodding, Harry slid his fingers from Draco's body, then lined up his throbbing flesh with blond's pulsing hole and pushed himself into Draco's wanting body. Draco's gray eyes immediately widened at the intrusion, then went dark—causing Harry to halt his movements. But then Draco pushed back onto him.
"Don't you dare stop, Potter!" he growled forcefully.
"I need to see, you, Draco," Harry hissed—then whispered the words that would strip Draco of his remaining clothing.
Draco blinked at Harry's sudden wandless magic, then moaned as one of the dark-haired young man's hands snaked around his body, ran down his chest, then grasped and started pulling at his weeping cock. Over Draco's shoulder, Harry held his gaze in the mirror as he fucked him and jerked him at the same time.
"Is this what you wanted?" Harry asked after several minutes of driving into Draco over and over again, while stroking him slowly but steadily.
Nodding, Draco clenched his teeth and, unable to control his own movements, rocked his hips, fucking himself on Harry's brilliant cock while bringing himself closer to release in Harry's hand. "Faster, Harry," Draco grunted after several minutes.
Speeding up, Harry complied for a time, pounding into the blond without restraint—then he slowed down, choosing instead to move his hips with slower, almost violent, jerks.
"Oh! Yes!" Draco cried out as each sudden snap of Harry's hips dragged Harry's cock over his prostate gland. "That's...nice! Harder!"
Once again, Harry gave Draco what he'd asked for—but only for a short time. And then he again changed tactics. This time the dark-haired man stilled himself—both hand and cock—making Draco groan in frustration.
"Harry. Please," Draco begged, his gray eyes slightly glazed over as he met Harry's fiery green eyes in the mirror again.
Harry gave a few slow, deep thrusts into the blond's body, grinding his pelvis into Draco's soft bum—then he halted again, making Draco whimper.
"Please don't stop, Harry," Draco whined. He was panting now, from the constant change in Harry's movements—and from not knowing what was coming next. At first he was being fucked slowly, then frantically fast. Then slow-ish again...but hard. Then deep...and then nothing. Harry seemed to be just standing there, his cock deeply imbedded in Draco's arse. Yes, the Chosen One was completely evil, Draco decided. And then Harry's hand started in again, making Draco scream, "OH!"
Watching Draco in the mirror, because he wanted to see every ounce of pleasure etched in the other man's face, Harry used one hand to wank Draco while the other moved down and grasped the man's balls. Rolling them gently between his fingers, Harry pulled Draco back against his body. The blond fought him for a moment, obviously wanting to watch what Harry was doing to him, but then he must not have been able to hold himself up any longer, because he collapsed back onto Harry's chest, his head lolling onto Harry's shoulder as he sobbed out his pleasure.
"Harry! I'm gonna...ohhhh!" Draco screamed as his body erupted. "Oh! Yes!"
Intent on milking Draco of every drop his body could yield, Harry continued to stroke Draco's cock as he came hard, shooting his load all over the counter top and mirror in front of them, only slowing up when the blond shuddered and groaned, then lay bonelessly against him. For a moment Harry let Draco rest—but then he tipped the blond forward onto the sticky counter, so that he could bring himself to completion too—and Draco just let him. Several thrusts later, Harry came as well, filling up Draco's pulsing canal.
"That was...brilliant, Potter," the blond man said with a stupidly euphoric grin on his face after a few minutes. "I am definitely going to replay this in the Pensieve."
Harry laughed as he let his softening cock slide from Draco's body, then he reached for his wand to magic away their mess. "You really have a Pensieve?"
"Well no, but...Father does."
Harry grimaced. "I really don't like your father, Malfoy."
Draco snorted. "No one does, Potter."
"Your mother does, apparently," countered Harry.
"Hmm. That's debatable, actually. Mother is more than a bit disenchanted with him at the moment."
Harry frowned. "Disenchanted? That's all?"
Draco shrugged. "She may not like him much right now, but...well, she does love him."
"Right," Harry said as he waved his wand again and brought back his clothing.
"It is possible, you know...to love someone, but not like them," Draco said—then frowned. "Or vice versa. For instance," Draco went on, "I like you, Potter, but...I'm not in love with you."
Straightening his tie, Harry looked at Draco—once again in the mirror—and said, "Yeah, and there's a difference between loving someone and being in love with them too."
Draco frowned. "What are you saying?"
Sighing, Harry turned and wrapped his arms around the blond man. "I don't know. I guess...I guess I'm just saying I'm going to miss you. And I'm going to miss this."
Draco laughed and brought his arms up to embrace the dark-haired man. "Yeah, me too, Harry. Me too."
"So, you'll write?" Harry asked—and he could almost feel Draco roll his eyes.
"I said I would, right?"
"Yeah, but..." With a sigh, Harry let his words trail off—because he didn't want to give Draco any excuses for not writing—and instead squeezed him tight to his chest.
And then their time at school was over.
Thinking about that last day with Draco at Hogwarts was painful. Harry had so wanted to Obliviate the two Aurors and send them on their bloody way, then take Draco home with him, but...that was impossible. Kidnapping Draco would only cause them both trouble—and Harry was done with trouble. Well, until he became an Auror himself—then he supposed he'd be all about trouble again.
Besides, there was Ginny to think of. He very much loved and wanted to marry her—and have a family with her—which had him wondering how he could be in love two very different people at the same time. Ginny was happy and laid-back and good. And Draco was...moody and uptight and saucy. Ginny had a huge, loving family, who supported him one hundred percent, and Draco's family was small and...on the wrong side of the law; and they hated him. Ginny was kind and understanding, whereas Draco could be a right pain in the arse!
Literally. At first, sex with Draco was awkward and uncomfortable, but it was also mind-blowingly brilliant! In fact, Harry could hardly believe how bloody fantastic it had been. He'd balked at the idea in the beginning—because he'd grown up being told that a man should not lie with another man—but once Draco had gotten him into bed, there was no turning back.
Well, that wasn't completely true. Draco definitely couldn't give him the children he wanted and Ginny could...so Harry would be marrying her. Harry hadn't actually had sex with her yet—or any woman for that matter—but he knew he still fancied women. And he loved Ginny! This thing with Draco was just something he had to get out of his system.
Harry sighed. He was just lying there thinking about his love for Ginny and Draco when the mirror beside him hummed and started to glow. Startled, Harry reached for it as he scrambled to sit up.
"Malfoy! Where the fuck have you been?"
"Well, good fucking evening to you too, Potter," Draco drawled with irritation—but immediately felt bad when he saw Harry's emerald eyes fill with hurt. Sighing, he continued. "I'm sorry. It's just been...difficult."
Harry nodded. "I figured as much. I was just...worried."
"Yeah, sorry about that too. Mother's pretty much locked herself in her rooms and Father...well, he's been in rare form. I think he's a little touched in the head."
"And how's that last part any different from normal?" Harry asked with a confused frown.
"Ha ha, Potter, very funny!"
"Sorry, Draco, I didn't mean—"
"I know you didn't, Harry," Draco interrupted with a shrug. "Don't worry about it."
Reaching up with the hand not holding the mirror, Harry ran a finger over Draco's reflection. "I wish I could touch you."
"I wish I could feel that," Draco responded as he brought his fingers up to copy Harry's motions. "This sucks!"
"Yeah," Harry said with a bitter laugh. "Hey, you look...tired."
Draco snorted. "Is that your way of saying I look like shite?"
"Well...um...I didn't mean that, but—"
"I was just kidding, Harry," Draco cut in. "But yeah, I am fairly exhausted."
"Are you getting enough to eat?" Harry queried. "Your face looks...a little thin."
Draco frowned. "So now you're saying I'm ugly."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I said no such thing, Draco Malfoy, and you know it. Don't be such a girl!" he said scoldingly. "Seriously though, you're eating, right?"
Draco's lips quirked up. "Yes, Mother, I'm eating sufficient amounts of food, but thanks for being concerned."
Blushing, Harry frowned. "I'm not trying to be your mother, Draco, I'm just...I worry about you. You haven't owled or used the mirror until now. It's been nearly a month."
"Like I said, Potter, I've been distracted," Draco said—then expanded on it. "I haven't had much time to myself. Sometimes Father just sits and stares, but other times he wanders around and...I worry that he'll try to leave the grounds again, which our lovely detention bracelets won't allow without making us extremely ill," he said, holding up the arm so that Harry could see the bracelet.
"It looks different," said Harry, his eyes going to the metal band around Draco's wrist. "Sort of...shinier."
Draco looked at his bracelet, then nodded. "It looks like this when it's activated. Don't you remember this from when you stayed here during Professor Mitchell's Spring Swap?"
Harry frowned, then shook his head. "Sorry. No."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You are amazingly unobservant, Potter! How are you ever going to be an Auror?"
"Hmm. Don't ask me."
All Draco could do was shake his head.
"So, where's good old Lucius now...if you're able to sneak away and contact me."
Draco grinned. "I put a Sleeping Draught in his brandy."
"No. You didn't."
Arching a brow, Draco pursed his lips and said nothing.
This made Harry snort with laughter. "You did, didn't you?"
"I just told you that I did, Potter. Did you think I was lying?"
"Oh Merlin, Draco, he's going to be furious if he figures it out," said Harry, laughter still bubbling out of him.
Draco shrugged, then grinned. "Maybe it'll teach him to leave me the fuck alone!"
Chuckling, Harry shook his head. "I doubt it. The man was born to worm his way into other people's business."
"I don't want to talk about Father anymore, Potter," Draco said, his feathers a little ruffled—which always seemed to happen when anyone said something derogatory about his parents.
Harry sighed. "Fine then. How's Narcissa?" he asked, shifting to blond's mother.
Draco frowned. "Why do you call my parents by the given names?"
Harry shrugged, which jerked the mirror so that Draco couldn't see him for a second. "Dunno."
"Well, it's...rude," Draco scolded.
"It's not like they know about it."
Draco huffed. "But I do. Have you no sense of propriety?"
Slightly annoyed, Harry said, "Fine then. How's your mother, Draco?"
Draco continued to look disgruntled, because he didn't appreciate being placated—but he answered Harry's question. "Mother only comes down for meals about half the time; the rest she takes up on her rooms. And she hardly speaks." Draco's face pinched up in the mirror and his gray eyes grew stormy. "And when she does speak, it's painfully polite...and short. And," he said, focusing on Harry again, "I think she's talking to her sister."
Harry nodded. "She is. Andromeda's mentioned it a time or two."
Draco seemed to straighten up. "Wait. You have contact with my aunt?"
"Well, yeah, of course," Harry said nonchalantly, "I am her grandson's godfather."
Draco frowned. "You mean that Lupin kid? You're his godfather?"
Harry laughed. "Yes, Teddy Lupin...Tonks and Remus Lupin's kid. And yes, I'm his godfather."
The blond continued to frown. "Tonks?"
"Draco, please do keep up," Harry teased, a grin spreading across his face. "Your cousin, Nymphadora, went by the name Tonks...hence Andromeda being Teddy's grandmother."
"Right...though, that sentence only half makes sense, Potter," Draco said—then changed the subject. "How's Lucien?"
"OH! He's great!" Harry exclaimed—then quickly turned his mirror so that Draco could see the Indian Eagle-Owl who was preening himself in the corner of Harry's room. The owl, which Draco had named prior to giving it to Harry for Christmas, looked up at Harry and let out a deep resonant two-note call—as if he knew they were talking about him—then went back to his grooming. "Sort of grumpy though. I think he misses Lyra."
Draco snorted. "Your owl does not miss my kitten," the blond said as he scooped up his nearly full-grown feline and brought her up so Harry could see her. "I think he wanted to eat her."
Rolling his eyes at Draco's words, Harry watched the other man bring his snow-white kitten to his face and kiss its pink twitchy nose. Then frowning, he said, "I wish you were kissing me."
Draco stopped cuddling his cat, Lyra—his Christmas gift from Harry—and sighed. "I know. Me too. I wish I could do other things to you, Potter," he said, as he raised his brows up suggestively.
Harry didn't respond with words, but his face reddened.
"My bed is really cold at night," Draco went on. "I wish you were here keeping it warm."
"Yeah...me too," Harry agreed.
"I would fuck you...so hard."
Harry blushed again, but groaned too. "Why are you torturing me?"
Draco laughed. "Torturing you is the story of my life, Potter. Besides, you wouldn't have it any other way."
"I suppose that's true," Harry said, grinning now.
"I wish you were here," Draco said quietly, his eyes drooping sadly.
"Yeah, me too."
Harry's eyes dropped to his lap for a second, then they went up and connected with Draco's again. "I really was worried about you," he said after the short pause that left the two of them staring at one another in their mirrors. "I know you were...distracted, and that I'm being a huge Hufflepuff, but...couldn't you have found some time to pick up your mirror?"
"No, Harry, I couldn't?"
Harry frowned. "Why not?"
"Merlin, you really are being a Hufflepuff!" Draco hissed out, suddenly angry. Then he sighed, because Harry looked genuinely upset. "The truth is, Potter...the Aurors, who so kindly escorted me back to the manor, spelled my trunk closed. Apparently, they believed it might contain Dark objects, or some such nonsense, and they said I wouldn't be able to get into my trunk until either my sentence was completed, in February, or someone had the time to search it, which they said wasn't likely to happen any time soon. I guess someone finally took pity on me. So, I haven't been able to open the bloody thing until today! Can you believe that?"
"Actually, I can," Harry said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry, but...can you blame them?"
"Actually, I can, Potter!" snapped Draco, clearly frustrated with Harry's lack of feeling. "You know, I think I ought to go check on Father."
"Wait, Draco! Please don't be shut me out," Harry pleaded. "I'm sorry."
Draco had been about to close the two-way connection between them, but stopped at the sound of Harry's voice. "It's not your fault, Harry...I know this. It's just hard being where I am."
Harry nodded. "I do understand that," he said, bringing his hand up and running it along Draco's image in the mirror. "I really do hate this."
"Me too, but...I really should go check on Father and I was going to go visit my mother before she turned in."
Harry nodded. "All right. Good night, Draco," he said, his fingers still touching the reflective glass.
"Night, Harry," Draco whispered—then quickly closed the two-way connection before he could get mushy.
End of first one-shot!
This series of one-shots will eventually reach between 30 and 35 different entries. This is entry 1 of 30-ish, so I'm obviously NOT finished. Please stay tuned for more.
Note: ALL my Harry Potter fics are related! At least, I'm making every effort to tie them together in some way.
Now, while you're waiting for more "Correspondence and/or Encounters" to be written, you can read "Class of Ninety-nine" (in progress) that is the story of how Draco and Harry end up tangled together. In short, they return to Hogwarts after the war to finish school and...start fucking! It's slow going though, so don't expect them to be together right from the off.
I've also started a series of one-shots that, unlike "Correspondence and/or Encounters," I'm posting separately (four parts are currently posted). I'm calling this my "Togetherness" series and it takes place later in Draco and Harry's lives. They are 41 years old this and their lives have changed dramatically.
Repeat Note: ALL my HP fics are connected, so just imagine it goes from "Class of Ninety-nine" to "Correspondence and/or Encounters" to the "Togetherness" series.