Harry Potter waited while Draco Malfoy chatted with the concierge in what Harry assumed was perfect French. He tapped his fingers against his thigh. He really wanted to get to their room. After all, it had been almost three hours since they last made love and Harry was impatient to continue their honeymoon.

He watched Draco as he talked. Pointed features, white-blond hair, trim physique, sexy lips. My husband. A smile crept over his face. An amazing notion, really, after all they'd been through. It had been a journey just getting to a wedding at all. Death Eaters after them, homophobic Ministry officials and parents, death threats, poison, misunderstandings. But a wedding there had been. Only yesterday, mused Harry thoughtfully. It had been a beautiful affair and all his friends were there, far more than he ever imagined. And Draco was so handsome in his dress robes as he always was. More handsome especially out of them. Mmmm. He had to stop that train of thought. He was in the middle of a hôtel foyer, for Merlin's sake. And Draco didn't look as if he was going to be done speaking anytime soon. Draco seemed to enjoy nattering with the man, who also seemed to enjoy the conversation with his cultured guest. God knows what they were talking about. The only way Harry would know what was going on at all was if he ran across a snake. Parseltongue was the only other language Harry knew, and he suddenly felt like an unsophisticated dullard.

He wanted to nudge Draco, but didn't want to appear rude to the concierge, and he also didn't want to appear too eager, even though Draco would, no doubt, be amused by it. He stared at the back of Draco's head. He'd cut his hair so it wasn't long anymore like his father's. Harry appreciated the gesture and also enjoyed the added benefit of easily kissing the back of Draco's neck unimpeded by hair tangling in his mouth. It also afforded Harry a wonderful view of that sweet spot at the nape of Draco's neck, the very spot Harry liked to nibble and lick that elicited a most unusual sound from the Slytherin's throat. Harry liked hearing it. It usually meant he was in for some incredibly sensual retaliation.

Harry squirmed thinking about it. The front of his trousers tightened with his need. Draco better be done quickly or Harry might soon embarrass them both.

And just as Harry was trying to conjure arousal-killing images like feeding dead ferrets to hippogriffs or Umbridge in a bathing suit, Draco turned around and gave Harry a dazzling smile. "All set," he said.

Harry was about to lift the baggage when Draco frowned at him. "Harry, this is a hôtel, with many little people working here. The call them bell hops. They will carry the baggage."

"It's not heavy."

He leaned close to Harry. "You're sweet, but don't embarrass yourself. Let the bell hops get it. Haven't you ever been on holiday?"

"No."

Draco did a double take, eyes looking Harry up and down. "Oh. Never mind then."

Harry looked at the baggage and shrugged. No sooner had he put them down then two young men in uniforms sprinted forward and swept them up, trotting up the stairs ahead of Draco. Draco watched them depart, his eyes lingering a little too long for Harry's taste. "Like house elves," whispered Draco, "but much cuter."

"Hey. You're not supposed to be ogling other men on your honeymoon. That's bad form."

Draco stopped on the step and leaned into Harry. Clearly he wanted to kiss him but thought better of it in so public a place. "I may be married but I'm not dead." He must have noted Harry's pout because he added, "But you are right. I'm sorry. My eyes are only on you for the rest of the trip." His hand caressed Harry's jaw.

"See that they are," said Harry with a nod of finality. "But those blokes do have nice bums."

Draco scowled over his shoulder as he wended his way up the narrow stair.

The small hôtel was little bigger than a bed and breakfast but it had a quaint air about it and Harry was certain it was a place Draco had come with his parents before. The thought made Harry a little uncomfortable but then again, he was sleeping with Draco and not the late Lucius or Narcissa Malfoy.

The uniformed men opened the door to their small suite and placed the luggage near the bedroom. They waited until Draco inspected the suite and then gave them each Muggle money as a tip. Once they left, Harry turned toward the door, locked it, and turned back when he was suddenly pinned against the door. Draco's mouth covered his and his tongue plunged in, licking its way over his teeth and swathing his moist mouth. Harry raised his hands to Draco's soft hair and clutched his head, making sure he gave as good a kiss back as he was receiving.

Draco pulled away with a loud smacking sound and he giggled close to Harry's lips. "Oh, Potter. You are so hot."

"'Harry'," he gasped. "You're supposed to be calling me 'Harry'."

"Oh who cares? I want you just the same. How long has it been? Days? Weeks?" He grabbed Harry around the waist and yanked him around, pulling him bodily toward the bed.

"Hours. But too many, admittedly."

"Too many," he whispered to Harry's lips and took them again. They tripped over the luggage and landed with an "oompf!" on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms. They pulled each other's shirts up out of their trousers and ran their hands up under them to stroke bare skin.

Draco's lips hungrily mauled Harry's mouth. "Who's going to shag whom?" he gasped.

"I don't care," said Harry hoarsely.

"Who ever ends up on the bottom stays, then," said Draco.

"Right."

"Then we switch."

"Right."

"Then we switch again."

"No argument."

Harry's tongue mercilessly lapped at Draco's mouth, curling around his tongue and thrusting nearly down his throat. Draco groaned deeply, and the vibration on Harry's tongue nearly drove him insane. He tore away from Draco's lips and mouthed his neck. "You are so sexy," he moaned into his flesh.

"And you are Sex itself," Draco answered, grabbing at anything he could reach, which turned out to be Harry's backside. He grabbed both cheeks and pulled Harry against him. That's when Harry decided that trousers were just in the way.

"Get these off!" he growled, pulling back and tearing at Draco's belt and trouser buttons.

Draco lay back on his elbows, watching Harry rip the zipper. Harry knew that Draco must be desperate in order to allow Harry to rip his expensive clothes. Course Harry was the one paying for them now, so what did Draco care?

Harry kneeled up and yanked the trousers off and tossed them over his shoulder. He paused. Draco wasn't wearing any underpants. He looked up at the blonde's face and Draco gave a wicked smile and waggled his brows. "Surprise!"

"A very pleasant one." Harry worked at his own trousers but his hands were trembling. He wanted Draco so badly. And it looked like he was top. He smiled. "I guess I'm first."

"Depends on the way you look at it," said Draco, his voice rather shaky. He slowly lay back and opened his legs.

The Slytherin was already erect, his organ thrust upward from the thatch of white-blond curls. Harry stared at it and licked his lips. "I think I'll have a taste of this first," he said and leaned over.

Draco rolled his eyes up and sighed a breath from his very depths. Harry sucked in Draco's flesh and drew his mouth up and down unmercifully slow. He released him only after a few strokes and sat back.

"Oh no you don't!" cried Draco. "Harry! You're not going to leave me like this!"

"I've got a few more things to do, love. Be patient. Accio lube!" The small jar smacked into his upraised hand from wherever it had been socked away. Harry opened the lid and dipped his fingers in. It was Draco's own special recipe he brewed in his potions dungeons. Vaguely, Harry wondered if he had his detention students make it for him, never telling them exactly what it was for.

"Harry…" Draco whined.

"You're such a child, Malfoy. Good things come to those who wait. Haven't you told me that countless times?"

"I told you that, yes. Not me. You know I have no patience."

Harry silenced him by pushing Draco's legs upward and swathing the puckered flesh of his entrance with the lube. Harry slipped a finger in just in case Draco had anything to add. "What's that? Something to say, Draco?"

"Aaahhhmmfff," moaned Draco.

Harry swabbed his own straining erection and pressed the head right up to Draco's anus. He looked down at Draco, already looking debauched with love bites, red, swollen lips, his legs spread and Harry pressed against him, pelvis to pelvis. His grey eyes were heavily lidded looking back up at Harry. "My precious husband," Harry purred. "I love you."

"Oh Harry. Oh God. I love you. You're so…so…powerful."

"What do you mean? Like this?" And he pushed forward and breached Draco's entrance, stretching the tight muscle. Draco cried out in surprise and a little discomfort. Harry waited only a moment and pushed further. "Feeling the power yet, Draco?"

"Oh yes! You are so much for me, Harry. So…so…big!"

"The way you like it," and he pushed further until he was firmly seated. "Tell me what you want, Draco. Do you want me to be soft and gentle, or do you want me hard and rough?"

"I want it rough, you bastard! You know that! I always want it rough at first."

Harry knew it. But he wanted to hear him say it. He pulled out of Draco almost all the way, paused, and then slammed back in all the way to the hilt. Draco gave a giddy half-laugh, half-moan of pleasure. "Like that?" asked Harry above him.

"Just like that. Oh Potter, you can punish me, can't you? You can give me more, can't you? I'm such a naughty Draco, leering at those men."

"I'd forgotten that. Then this-" Harry slammed into him again. Draco's hips reared up, accepting it-"is for naughtiness!"

"I was so naughty, Harry. More!"

"You're going to get more, you bad Slytherin. I'm taking points." And he slammed in again.

"Oh! Yes! I felt it that time. Don't you think I've earned a detention?"

Slam. "At the very least." Slam.

"Oh Harry!"

"Grab yourself, Draco. Do exactly what I tell you."

Draco wrapped his fingers around his pulsing erection.

"Give it a long stroke all the way up and run your palm over the head."

Draco followed instructions to the letter and moaned his reply.

"Now drag your hand down again and play with your bollocks."

Harry watched as Draco complied, his face flushing. Harry was getting close. He was certain by the look of the Slytherin's face that he was too.

"Grasp it tightly and stroke upward again. Now a fast one down and up."

Harry directed Draco's wanking to his specifications and he thrust into Draco at almost the same rhythm. Finally it was working and Harry stopped talking, concentrating on the tension building within him. The hot sensations roared to the surface, tensing his own balls and suddenly he erupted into Draco with strong thrusts, gasping hoarsely his lover's name. Draco's cum shot upward, coating Harry's chest and Draco's thighs. Harry watched the cum spurts dispassionately. He was a bit busy coming down from his own high. But he did notice Draco's face, eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth gaping in ecstasy. He pulled free of Draco and kissed him fiercely before he collapsed next to him, rested his head on his chest, and felt Draco's hot spunk under his cheek. He turned his face and licked it off the pale skin.

"Oh Harry." That was all Draco said for a long time, until he offered a breathy, "I love you so much. You are so perfect."

"Only with you, my love. Only with you."

* * *

"Don't take your glasses off. Keep them on."

"Why?"

"They're sexy on you. They make you look more vulnerable."

"How can I look vulnerable when I'm in this position?"

"Well…I don't know. You just do. And I can see your beautiful eyes just fine. I love your eyes."

"I know. They remind you of my mother."

"How the hell would they do that? I never met your mother."

"Oh! That's right. Then you like them because they're…mine. That's…that's…"

"Shut up and kiss me."

* * *

"Draco, I don't think I can manage that position."

"Sure you can. Just move your leg there."

"My leg won't bend that way, mate."

"Hook your knee under…like that."

"I didn't think it was possible. Where did you come up with this?"

"I have an infinite imagination."

"Hmmm. I like that. Oh! I like that a lot. Oh…"

"Thought you would."

* * *

"Harry, I'm knackered. I don't think…"

"Well don't think."

"Give it a rest, Harry."

"I'm not ready to rest. Hmm. Looks like you aren't either."

"So okay. You're very convincing."

* * *

"Can I just hold you and maybe kiss a little?"

"I'd like that, Harry love."

"Mmmmmm. I love kissing you, Draco. Your lips…they're so soft and warm."

"You're such an incurable romantic, Mr. Potter."

"So are you. I love this. Just touching. We don't have to do anything else."

"We've already done everything else."

"But I like this."

"So do I."

"Draco…I love you. Sometimes I think I'll explode if I don't tell you."

"I like hearing it. It's nice to be loved, especially by you. And I like to kiss you just there."

"Mmmmm. That's sweet. Oh I know you don't like being called 'sweet'-"

"Well…maybe just a little."

"Can I call you 'sweetheart'?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

"If you must. As long as we're alone. But with no one around, mind."

"My sweetheart. Oh Draco."

"Mmmmmm. You kiss so divinely, Harry. You can call me anything you like if you're going to kiss me like that."

* * *

It wasn't until much later in the afternoon that they were simply too exhausted to continue. Harry waved his wand and incanted Scourgify! but forgot that he was three times more powerful now and ended up cleaning the entire room with a loud rumble. Something fell off a shelf in the bathroom and shattered and a few car alarms went off in the car park.

Draco pushed himself up and looked around. "Well. The maid will love you."

"I keep forgetting. I don't know my own strength. We've got to do as little magic as possible until we get back to Hogwarts and get Dumbledore's help."

Draco rolled over and propped his chin on his fist, gazing at Harry under drawn lids. "That won't be for a fortnight. I doubt we'll get much of a chance to do any. I plan on letting these Muggles do all the work. What are you paying them all that money for, after all?"

"Fine with me." He tucked his wand back into his cloak pocket. He turned to Draco, gazed at him, and then pulled him forward so he lay along Harry's body. He wrapped his arms around him and tucked Draco's head under his chin. "There you are. That's where I like you to be."

"I thought you liked me to be beneath you…or above you…or behind you. Or with my face-"

He squeezed harder in order to shut him up. "I like you here just fine, too." He kissed the top of his head and rested his cheek there. "Oh my. After all those years ago of so many hurtful words, it's amazing how much I find I want you."

"I don't say those things anymore, now do I? I hope I've more than made up for it."

"You, have, mate. You have. I am perfectly content."

"Me, too." Draco raised his hand to look at the gold ring on his finger. The Gryffindor lion gleamed in the afternoon light, embraced by an equally gleaming Slytherin snake. "I love my ring. It says 'us' so well."

"Thought you would." Harry looked at his duplicate, conjured by Draco. "I really feel married now. I didn't think I would feel so different. Did you?"

"No. But the ceremony and all those people there made it…well, real, I guess. And of course, to feel your magic nestled behind my heart…that's so amazing."

"At first, I was afraid of it. I didn't know what it would really do, you see. Then I thought if it didn't happen then the Ministry would finally leave us alone. In a way, I was hoping it wouldn't work. But after it actually did work, I was so glad. I didn't have any idea it would feel like that. Like you're always with me."

"So what happens if one of us dies?"

The words spoken so nonchalantly made Harry's heart plummet. "Blimey, Draco! Why would you bring that up?" He squeezed him tighter.

"Well, it's got to happen someday. Does that mean the other's magic disappears?"

Harry squirmed. He didn't like the subject. There had been too many years where his own mortality was the stuff of front page newspaper stories. "I don't know. I suppose we'll have to ask Dumbledore."

They both fell silent. Harry felt Draco's fingers dragging up his chest. "I'm sorry, Harry. Didn't mean to break the mood."

Harry kissed Draco's head again. "That's all right. It's a good question. It's just that I only got married yesterday. I don't fancy the idea of being a widower so soon."

"Who said I was going to die first? I don't plan on it."

"Oh, so you want to be the widower?"

"I don't want-You're right. Can we change the subject?"

Harry suddenly chuckled. "And how many years did you wish for that very thing, hmm? My demise?"

"Not anymore! I should think that would be obvious." He snuggled into Harry's side and ran his hand over his lover's hip, resting it there.

Harry smiled. "I keep thinking about the wedding. It was really beautiful. You and Hermione did a great job. And so many people!"

"And a centaur, don't forget. I know I won't. I thought Hermione was kidding."

"To tell you the truth I didn't think Firenze would come."

Draco shifted upward to look Harry in the eye. "You don't have any idea, do you?"

"What?"

"I can't believe this. All that modesty is for real. You really have absolutely no idea how many people love and respect you, do you? And it's not just because you killed Voldemort or that you're an accomplished wizard. It's because you're kind, and humble, and honest, and loving. Not traits I ever particularly fancied, mind you, but there you are."

Harry was dumbstruck. Sure, he had an inkling but no one had ever laid it out for him like that before. He felt his face flush.

"And you blush at the drop of a hat. Do you know how completely adorable that is?"

"Only you like that."

"I don't know about that, Mr. Potter. A lot of blokes were giving you the eye on the way to the hôtel."

He eyed Draco sincerely. "Not to change the subject or anything, but just why am I the only Mr. Potter here? Why aren't you 'Draco Potter'?"

"The same reason you aren't 'Harry Malfoy'."

"And that is?"

"I forgot to add naïve to the list." He leaned in and focused one grey eye at him. "Because no one wants me associated with you any more than they have to. And no one in the whole of the Wizarding world would ever call you 'Harry Malfoy'."

"How about 'Harry Potter-Malfoy'?"

"Look, I'm very touched and my father would have been-well, let's forget what my father would have been. It's a lovely, very Gryffindor gesture, but no. Not going to happen."

"But you could be 'Draco Malfoy-Potter'."

"I'm not taking your name. Much as I'd like to. We could watch the seconds actually tick by before I was killed. Besides, two Professor Potters at Hogwarts would be too confusing."

"There is that."

"So just let it go. We're married. Isn't that enough?"

"I guess so."

"Oh God!" Draco threw himself back against the headboard. "Let's not do this! No amount of pouting is going to change this one, all right? And if you don't draw in that lower lip I'm going to bite it. I might anyway, just because it's so enticing."

Harry ducked his head and smiled in spite of himself. "Okay, okay." He glanced at the window. "Hey, it's getting dark. What did you want to do tonight?"

"Besides shag?"

He grabbed Draco around the waist and hurled him down across the duvet. "Yes! Besides shag. I would think you were as sore as I am."

"A little."

But Draco was too tempting beneath him like that. He had to bend down and kiss him. The Slytherin tasted so good.

"I know!" said Draco suddenly. "Let's go dancing!"

"What? Downstairs? I don't think-"

"No, you git. A club. A gay club. I've never been, you know."

"How are we going to find one?"

"Don't you know anything, Potter? You get a Muggle phone book."

"A phone book? How would that help?"

"You're the one who lived like a Muggle all his life. You don't know how to use a phone book to find things?"

"I was never allowed to do anything."

"Oh that's so sad. But we haven't time to dwell. I must get dressed. And you know how long that takes."

"Too right," he mumbled, getting out of Draco's way as he climbed off the bed toward the wardrobe. I'll have time for two showers by the time he's done picking his tie.

And Harry was right. Once they were both cleaned and dressed it was dark outside. Draco grabbed the phone book and tore through the pages. "Oh this must be it. 'The Puce Dragon'. No one but a ponce would call anything 'puce'."

Harry allowed himself to be led, and they trotted downstairs. They made their way across the lobby when Harry slowed, feeling a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach that traveled upward, forcing the hairs on his neck to stand on end. Draco shot an enquiring glance behind at him. Harry shook off the feeling. It reminded him a little of…but how could that be? "It's nothing. Let's go."

* * *

The dark man in the shadows brushed his black curtain of hair aside and watched the two men leave. He turned his pale face to his slightly shorter companion, also hidden by shadow. "You see," said the taller man. "They both have great power. I can feel it. But the darker one, he has more. Much more."

"Yes. Yes. We can use both."

"Not necessary when the one will do."

"What of the other, then?"

He shrugged. "Kill him."


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"The Puce Dragon"

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