"Harry, haven't you had too much already?"

Harry stopped in mid-pour and looked at his glass half filled with firewhiskey. He frowned at Draco. "You think?"

"Don't want you too sloshed. I do want to take advantage of you later."

Harry grinned. "Oh." He put the bottle down. Draco knew a promise of a shag could always make Harry behave. Harry leaned back on the sofa and trailed his fingers again in Draco's hair. They sat cozily in front of their fire in their Hogwarts suite while the snow pelted the windows. Draco liked nothing better than a wintry evening to shag. The fire warmed the room, the bed was cozy, and Harry was scrumptious as always. They'd been married now for six months, and though there was a bit of a rocky beginning, all had smoothed out. He liked being Harry's husband, though secretly, he only thought of Harry in the role of "husband". Draco was content to be his lover. He smiled at his husband gazing at him with alcohol soaked eyes. Really. The man simply couldn't hold his liquor.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Harry, scooting closer.

"I don't know. How much I love you, I guess. How amazing it is that we've gotten to this point when there seemed so little hope of it all those years ago."

Harry smiled a soppy grin. "You didn't even know I was crushing on you."

"I know." He slid into Harry's arms and kissed him. "Aren't you lucky I didn't?"

"Yeah. You would have killed me."

Draco licked Harry's jaw. "Wouldn't dream of it now."

Harry sighed and lay his head back. "Mmmm. This is nice. No classes till Monday. Nothing to think about." Draco made a growling noise in his throat as he continued to bestow little licks to Harry's jaw and neck. Harry giggled at it. "Tickles," said Harry. "But it is amazing we reached this point. I mean, what do we really know about the other?"

"I told you quite a lot when we were on our honeymoon."

"Our honeymoon!" Harry sighed, slurring his words a little. "I looooved our honeymoon."

"Course you did, you randy tosser. All you could think of was sex, sex, sex."

"What about you? I remember being mauled quite a bit."

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all." He turned his face and kissed Draco again before tucking his face under his chin. "I love you, Draco."

"Of course you do. I'm completely irresistible."

Harry chuckled. "We've been through a lot, you and I."

"Yes. I suppose so. I did a lot in my day. Some of it I'm pretty proud of," and he gave Harry a knowing smirk. "And some...." He shrugged. "Not so proud." He looked at Harry and nudged him with is elbow. "What about you, Golden Boy. Did you do anything you're not proud of. What's the worse thing you've ever done? Come on, Gryffindor. Spill it."

Harry sat up. His face sobered. "The worst? Well I guess...I...killed someone."

Draco's eyes widened. "Really? Who?"

Harry raised his brows and gave him a look that seemed to say "are you mad?"

Draco shook out his head. "Oh. Oh yeah. 'Course." He felt like the biggest prat. But Harry was still looking a bit lost. "Hang on. You don't mean to say that you feel guilty for it?"

"I killed someone, Draco. Yeah, I still feel a bit guilty. Even though Voldemort deserved it."

Draco snorted. Gryffindor logic. Mad.

"What about you? What was your worst?"

Draco sat back and stared into the fire. "Well now. This may take some time."

Harry rested his chin on his hand. "Maybe we should just confine it to the last few years. That would narrow it down, right?"

He gave Harry a withering look. "I don't know that I want to play this game."

"Come on. You've seen me at my worst. What about you, Malfoy?"

"My worst. You mean when I had no flat and no money?"

Harry looked saddened at that. "I don't mean that. You couldn't help that."

"Yes I could. You seem to forget that I put myself in that position willingly by joining the Death Eaters." He was unconsciously rubbing his left arm and stopped when he noticed.

"But you didn't want to join them."

He waved his hand. "That's neither here nor there. It was done." Draco lowered his hand to Harry's thigh and stroked it. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I never once considered becoming a dark wizard when I was a Muggle. I mean, things got pretty hopeless. I should have just hauled myself to Knockturn Alley and got a job at Borgin and Burkes. If they would have me. Could have been their stock boy. Stole myself a wand or something. Stayed in the shadows. At least I would have had magic again."

"Why didn't you?"

He shrugged. "Don't know, really. It seemed important not to." He felt his face flush with heat when he thought about those days. "You know that Chocolate Frog card?"

"Yeah?"

"Well...the real reason I kept it was that I...I used to...talk to it."

Harry sat up again. "You what?"

"It was the only thing I had left from the Wizarding world and it had your picture and I talked to it. It seemed to like me."

"I...didn't know the pictures could have their own personalities."

"It didn't. It had yours. I was too stupid to realize it at the time, but it seemed to like me more than it should have done. But it kept me from being lonely."

"Didn't you date at all?"

"Not unless you call whoring yourself out as a date."

Harry frowned. "What?"

"Didn't I tell you? One tea shop I worked for-can't remember which now, there were so many-I had to work the till one afternoon. I was never good at reckoning Muggle money and I made a hash of it. The stupid bint I worked with threatened to tell the manager that I stole it if I didn't sleep with her. So I did."

"What?"

This was getting annoying. "Have you gone deaf, Harry? I said I slept with the cunt so I wouldn't lose my job. Lost it anyway so that was a waste."

"You slept with her? To save your job?"

"Would have slept with her for a big juicy steak, come to think of it. I was pretty desperate back then. Actually, does eating pussy count as 'slept with'?"

A horrified expression stole over Harry's face.

"It's not that bad," Draco said, a little embarrassed now. "You just brush your teeth extra hard when you're done."

Harry rose from the sofa.

"Harry? Where are you going?"

"I...I think I have to...er...look something up in the library."

"What? Now?"

"Um...yeah. Be back in a while."

Draco grabbed Harry's hand before he could escape. "What a moment. Are you freaked out by this? You knew I thought I was straight, right?"

"It's not that." Harry wasn't looking at Draco, as if he didn't want to. Or couldn't stand to.

"Harry. Wait. Talk to me. I didn't mean for this to become a big deal. It wasn't. I was just getting by."

"Getting by. By selling yourself?"

"But...I had to. Don't you see? I had so little options. My rent was due and I hadn't any savings. It's not like it is in the Wizarding world. You can end up on the streets there. And I'd already been there once. I swore I'd never be there again, no matter who I had to shag."

"I know. I understand."

"But you're still leaving?"

"I'll...be back in bit."

Draco sprang to his feet. "Harry!"

But Harry was already slipping quickly out of the portrait hole. Draco stood open-mouthed, staring at the empty entryway.

* * *

Harry hurried down the corridor not really knowing where he was going. Why did it bother him so much? Was it because Draco was with a woman? No, that really wasn't it. It was the idea that he sold himself, that he was just a piece of meat to be used. Did he think of himself that way when he first came to Harry's bed; that he had to show his gratitude in the only way he knew how? With his body? And how many other times did he 'sell' himself, he wondered.

He found himself in front of the gargoyle statue before Dumbledore's stairs. It was late but not too late. Should he disturb the old wizard?

And then, as if the whole castle could read Harry's thoughts, the gargoyle slid aside on its own, revealing the griffin stair already in motion.

Resigned, Harry sighed and got on the staircase, allowing it to raise him to Dumbledore's door. The door was open when he reached the top and he peered in. "Hullo? Professor?"

"Come in, Harry. Difficult time sleeping as well? Can I interest you in a cup of tea? Hot chocolate?"

Harry slowly approached the old wizard who was sitting in one of two wing chairs by the window. Dumbledore gestured to the other chair and Harry eased into it. "Now. How about some nice hot chocolate? It's the newest creation from Honeydukes. It's double double chocolate. I find it very relaxing." He waved his wand and conjured a mug right in front of Harry, floating almost before of his face. Harry snatched it out of the air and cupped it in both hands. It was warm and smelled heavenly.

"Thanks." He sipped it. Double double chocolate was right! It must be their new Death By Chocolate line of sweets.

Dumbledore sipped his. His mustache was edged with chocolate froth which he seemed to enjoy sucking on. "And so. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't often stroll the corridors at night these days. Actually, not on any days that I can recall since my telling you about the interfloo Hogwarts network. And of course, since your marriage. No reason to wander, I can well imagine. Such a loving relationship. It makes one envious. To love and be so loved in return. Quite the best magic there is, wouldn't you agree? Or is this midnight stroll indicative of a certain amount of misgivings?"

Harry set the mug aside on a table. "N-no. No misgivings."

"I am happy to hear such certainty in your voice," he said, looking at Harry over the top of his spectacles. "Then I need not worry over the future happiness of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy."

Harry lowered his eyes. "We really didn't know all that much about each other. I mean, even living with someone for a year doesn't tell you everything. Everything about their past."

"I see. You have discovered an unpleasant truth about Draco's past. I always thought that you well knew Draco's history."

"Not all of it. Not every detail."

"But he knows every detail of your life, no doubt."

"Well, not every detail."

"And what is it that so vexes you all of a sudden?"

Could he tell Dumbledore? Actually, it seemed like a silly thing to worry over now. "When he was living like a Muggle, he...he...." He dropped his head in his hands. "I feel so stupid. It's nothing, I guess."

"But it troubles you, nonetheless."

"He sold himself!" he spit out suddenly. "He prostituted himself, Albus! Just to keep his bloody job! Is any job worth that?"

"Hmmm." Dumbledore sipped his hot chocolate and sucked on his mustache. "And you deem this sort of behaviour beneath you?"

"W-what? No. I'm not thinking-"

"But it seems to me that you are projecting your own instincts, your own actions into Draco's. You seem to think that he should have reacted to his situation as you would have done. If you had to live as a Muggle, what would your options have been?"

Harry scratched his messy hair. "Well, I was raised a Muggle. I could do a lot of stuff if I had to."

"And how many options do you suppose were afforded to Mr. Malfoy?"

"Well...he...he...." Harry considered. The man was really at a loss when it came to anything but magic. He hadn't known anything about Muggles or their way of doing things. The prat couldn't even understand anything as simple as their money. How was he to do anything-Oh. That was the point. Harry felt like the worst person in the world. "I guess you're right. He was pretty helpless, wasn't he? That was pretty cruel of the Wizengamot, if you ask me."

"True, but it was far better than Azkaban. Even without the Dementors, men were driven mad in those harsh conditions. Draco would not have survived there either."

"Albus, what would have happened to Draco if I hadn't run into him?"

"I dread to think it. I did, on occasion, keep tabs on him."

Harry sat up. He hadn't known that. So someone was keeping an eye on him. He always wondered about that. "You did?"

"Of course I Disillusioned myself. I was probably one of the last people Draco wanted to see. But I did see that he was getting on. And I also saw that he had changed from the selfish and vain little boy who first came to Hogwarts."

"He's still sort of vain. But I don't mind."

"You don't mind that aspect of his personality, but you condemn him for trying to survive in the only way he knew how?"

Harry's heart sank. "That's not very loving, is it?"

"Perhaps you should tell him that."

After a moment Harry rose. "Yeah. Maybe I should. Thanks, Albus." He turned to leave but stopped. "Albus, how did you know I was coming to see you?"

The old wizard smiled. "The walls have eyes, you know."

"The portraits? Sneaky wankers."

"Now, now, Harry. Everyone deserves respect. Even those who live in frames."

Harry nodded. "You're right. I guess I really did have too much to drink tonight."

"Then you'd best head back to bed. Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Headmaster."

Harry left his office and wandered back through the darkened corridors, giving the sleepy occupants in the portraits a sidelong look.

When he sheepishly peered around the corner of his own doorway, he spied Draco brooding on the sofa. He was knocking back his glass. Harry had a feeling he'd been doing that since Harry left.

"Hey," he said.

Draco barely acknowledged him. "Hey, yourself." He finished his glass. Harry noticed that the bottle of firewhiskey was almost empty.

"Um...can I come in?"

"It's your room."

"Actually, it's our room."

"You sure? I was thinking that maybe I should move back to my old quarters in the dungeons. Seems you don't think I'm worthy of you anymore."

"Oh Draco, I'm so sorry. I was a complete bastard about that. An idiot. A pillock. An ass."

"You forgot wanker."

"Okay. I was a wanker, too. Please forgive me. It was a stupid thing to even worry about. I know that everything was very difficult for you back then. You did what you had to do."

"You think I liked it? I didn't. I knew I was better than that, but what was I going to do?"

"You're right. And the fact that you didn't go Dark was a measure of your caliber. Really." Harry moved closer. "I don't know that I would have known what to do. I would have ended up on the street for sure."

"That's because you're clueless. You wouldn't have noticed a girl flirting with you. You would have known less what to do about it."

Harry moved closer until he was right beside the sofa. "That's for sure. And as for...um...a girls' privates, I wouldn't know what end was up."

"'Girls' privates'. You can't even say it let alone munch it."

"'Munch'?"

"Never mind. Come here and sit down."

Harry sat, giving Draco his best forlorn face. Draco was measuring him with narrowed eyes. "Are you really sorry?"

"Yes, Draco. I'd like to make it up to you."

Draco tried to resist smiling but Harry could see him falter. "Oh you will. First, tell me I'm the most important person in the world to you."

Harry smiled tenderly. "You are without a doubt, the most important person in the whole world to me. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you. I love you more than life itself."

Draco swallowed. "Oh. Well done, then."

Harry scooted up to him and cupped his face. "There is no man, woman, or child, who touches me as you do. Who makes me feel as special and loved. Who absolutely completes me."

Draco seemed speechless. He twisted his lower lip in his teeth. "Oh."

"You knew that, didn't you? I mean, here we are married for six months, and you didn't know that about me?"

"Well I-"

Harry tisked and shook his head from side to side. "Perhaps I should share something about my past. Something to make us even, yeah? Let me think. I'm pretty sure I told you everythi-Oh. Er...."

Draco was looking at him steadily. "Yes? Come on, Potter. Dish."

"Oh. But...oh shit. Okay." His face grew hot at the thought and he lowered his hands and sat back. He hadn't meant to tell Draco about that. Never in a million years. "Okay. It was fifth year and I...uh...I broke into the Slytherin dungeons one other time, besides that time with Ron when we drank the Polyjuice."

Draco pulled back and glared. "You didn't! How?"

"I hung around outside the entrance in my Invisibility Cloak waiting for someone to go in or out. When someone came out, I went in."

He could tell that Draco admired this sort of thing but was trying to repress his expression of approval. "Go on."

Harry faltered. This was really embarrassing, even though it happened some seven years ago. He swallowed. "Okay. I was there in the Slytherin common room all by myself. And I wanted to find...er...your room. Your...bed."

"Oh my God." Draco sat up and folded his arms over his chest.

"Yeah. So I crept around for a bit, just looking at things. And I saw Crabbe entering the common room and then down some stairs. So I followed him."

Draco kept a steady gaze on Harry and Harry was feeling distinctly uncomfortable. But fair was fair. Draco had bared his soul. It was time for Harry to pay the piper.

He wasn't looking at Draco. He was staring instead at his fidgeting hands. "When I reached the dorm room it was obvious which bed was yours. I waited for Crabbe to leave and then I was alone. First thing I did was just lay on your bed, smelling your pillow and...and...rolling around a bit." Draco had his hand over his mouth, eyes wide over his fingers. "And then I...I started rummaging around in your trunk."

"You little bastard!" snapped Draco. "Dammit, Potter! I never did that to your stuff!"

"I know. But it gets worse." Harry took a deep breath. "So...so I found some of your underpants."

A small expectant smile was forming on Draco's mouth. "You didn't. Say you didn't."

Harry nodded his head reluctantly. "I did. I wanked in them. Right there on your bed in my Invisibility Cloak. And then...and then...I stole them." He dropped his face in his hands, completely mortified. "That was so sick."

"You really are a wanker."

"Oh God. I'm so embarrassed."

But Draco's former anger had fled and his tone took on the delight of a child just discovering a new toy in his toy box. "My, my. There were all sorts of things going on behind my back in school. One wonders how you ever managed to learn any magic at all with all that sneaking around and secret wankings. Such a useful cloak, that."

"Draco, I'm so sorry for that too."

"Oh don't apologize for that! I just might make you reenact that sometime."

"No, Draco!"

"Oh yes! Maybe for my birthday. Or during Christmas hols. No one will be in Slytherin then."

"God. I can't believe I told you that."

He patted Harry's back. "It was very brave of you. One wonders, though, how long you would have kept that little gem a secret if I hadn't told you my darkest."

"I probably would never have told you."

"Aha. So there are some things you're still keeping from your beloved. That's not very trusting, now is it? Any more tidbits I should know about?"

"I don't think so."

"Well be sure and tell me. Especially if it involves you wanking someplace naughty."

Harry's face felt as if it were on fire. "Can we talk about something else now?"

"Yes." Draco sidled up to him. "We will talk about shagging. I think you deserve a good fuck, Mr. Potter, and I'm the one to give it to you."

Harry looked up shyly. Draco had that take charge look on his face that so turned Harry on. "Okay."

Draco took Harry's hand, pulled him up from the sofa, and led him to the bed. He pushed and Harry fell over onto his back. Draco crawled up over him, his hands propping him up on either side of Harry. "Shall I slowly peel your clothes off or shall I simply magic them away?"

Harry was getting quite aroused from Draco's position over him. "Anything you want," he answered breathlessly.

"Anything, eh?" Draco's smile curled his lips. His wand flicked once and both he and Harry were naked. The sudden cold made Harry shiver. Draco turned to the fireplace and flicked his wand again, and the room instantly grew warmer. Harry sighed. I love magic, he thought.***

Draco lowered his face to Harry's neck and began by gently kissing. Soon, his kisses turned to little nips with his teeth just skimming the skin's surface, and then he closed his lips over those spots he had nibbled and tenderly sucked them. It sent shivers down Harry's body and he writhed. Draco knew all his erogenous zones. In fact, Draco invented a few on Harry that certainly never seemed to be there before.

Draco's tongue trailed downward, licking into the hollow of Harry's throat. His lips tickled there, gnawing with his teeth covered. "Harry. I so love to taste you."

"I love when you do," he gasped.

Draco's hands weren't idle. His fingertips stroked long lines down Harry's torso, rippling along his rib cage to his hips and then down to his thighs, caressing over the coarse hairs there. Draco continued to kiss and lick down Harry's body while his hands lowered to his groin. He cupped Harry's sac with one hand and stroked his pubic hair with the other. The hand at his sac began to carefully roll his testicles in his palm and finished with a gentle squeeze. Harry moaned. Draco continued moving down his body, his tongue making smaller and smaller circles on his skin until his nose reached his pubes. Draco snuffled his way over Harry's crotch and kissed the straining flesh of his cock.

His voice was breathy over Harry's erection. "Shall I lick it, Harry love?"

"Please. Oooh."

Draco chuckled and there was a pause. Harry raised his hips, his rock hard prick searching for Draco's elusive touch. And then there it was! Draco's tongue licking one long, slow, stripe up the underside of his shaft. Yes! But he didn't take too long to lick its other sides and angles. He closed his lips over the tip, sucked it gently, and then swallowed the whole thing.

"Gah!" Harry was never ready for that sensation. It was always wonderful. Because it was Draco. How could he have been so stupid tonight? Draco was wonderful, Draco was loving, Draco worshipped him. Draco was everything.

His lover sucked and slurped his cock, and it grew harder with every new sensation. Harry wanted to prolong it but that was not going to happen. Not when Draco's extremely talented mouth sucked on it. The overwhelming feeling gathered in his balls, coiled in his belly, and rushed up his body into one explosive orgasm. He lifted his hips, ramming his cock deeply into Draco's mouth, and Draco for his part, sealed his lips over Harry's dick and sucked as if his life depended on it. Harry's release flooded his lover's mouth but Draco kept sucking and teasing the shaft with his wriggling tongue until Harry was milked dry. Slowly, Harry returned his bottom to the mattress and let his legs fall open. "Oh Draco. That was one hell of a blowjob."

Draco licked his lips with a loud smack and smiled his devilish grin at Harry. "Of course it was." His hand glided up Harry's sweaty torso and down again. "And now for one hell of a shag."

Without thinking, Harry wandlessly and non-verbally cast the lubricating charm. Draco looked down. "Well done, Potter." But just to check, Draco dropped his hand to Harry's crack and trailed his finger down to his anus and rubbed his thumb over the tight rosette. He pushed the digit in and Harry moaned. He loved shagging Draco, but he also loved the feeling of the Slytherin taking charge of him.

"You're mine, Harry," said Draco, sawing his thumb in and out of Harry's arse. "And I'd never do anything to make you feel less worthy."

"Draco, I don't-"

"Hush, Harry." Draco wasn't wearing that playful look he always wore in bed. Instead, his eyes were steady on Harry's face and his mouth was slightly parted without a smile or smirk. "You give yourself to me and I willingly give myself to you. We do complete the other. And I promise never to embarrass you or treat myself as less than I am. Because it was you who made me a better man. And for that, too, I will always love you."

"Draco-"

"This is my speech, Harry." He withdrew his thumb and grasped Harry's hips. Harry thought he might be rough about it. Draco usually liked Harry to be rough with him, but Draco positioned Harry gently and pressed his dick to his opening with care, pushing slowly and without any hard thrusting. He breached Harry's hole and slid inside, pausing to allow Harry to get used to the fullness of it. And then Draco began. He gently rocked in and out, never taking his eyes from Harry's. He leaned over and kissed Harry once before rising up again and continued his tender pace. He was making love to Harry and Harry's eyes stung with hot tears. Not just for the sweetness of Draco's care of him, but for their stupid argument, for making Draco feel badly about himself, for those lost years when Draco's only company was Harry's youthful image on a little card.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco and squeezed, rocking his hips with Draco in that serene rhythm. He ran his hands up the man's arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath. But even that could not last and Harry saw the change on the Slytherin's face above him. Draco was breathing harder and a veil of sweat beaded his cheeks and forehead. Draco began thrusting deeper and harder, but still keeping that slow rhythm until it went beyond his control and he jammed his cock tightly into Harry, pumping faster. His orgasm was silent except for a grunt and he froze in place, gripping Harry's hips tightly almost painfully and he blew air from his cheeks in two puffs. He closed his eyes for a moment, losing eye contact with Harry, and then he opened them again. His eyes and his mouth were smiling again and he slid out of his lover and fell beside him on the mattress. Harry immediately turned to him and took his face in his hands to kiss him.

"I love you, Draco. Don't ever let me be as stupid as I was tonight."

"If you are ever stupid again, I will not hesitate to remind you."

It was that old Slytherin tone again, and Harry felt relieved. "Thanks."

Draco tucked his face into Harry's neck and sighed deeply. "And tomorrow, maybe I'll have you reenact that little foray into Slytherin. Can't wait to watch you wank into my undies."

Harry groaned. He had a feeling he'd have to be doing that quite a lot in the next few years.

The End

*** Little play on his line in the film GoF. Heh heh.


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