After zapping a few odds and ends out of existence in his library, Harry settled down and sat. Staring at the grate in his fireplace, he decided it was time to consider a few things. Number one, since he couldn't trust Malfoy and since his feelings for the man were still quite strong, he knew he would have to forget him, starting now. And number two, since he was lonely and desperately wanted someone to be with, he had better get himself out of his self-imposed exile. And number three, since he didn't want to be stalking other wizards just yet, he'd have to find Muggles. But would it be a good idea starting a relationship with Muggles?

"But what choice do I have?" he moaned.

Harry took himself upstairs and changed his clothes. He wore a nice button down shirt, tight jeans, and a leather jacket. He tried to tame his hair but gave up. He cleaned the lenses of his glasses with a spell, made sure he had Muggle money in his pocket, and rumbled downstairs.

He took a quick jog down the lane. There was a gay pub he knew about that he had passed several times on his way to the grocers, but he had never had the nerve to go in there. And now seemed as good a time as any.

Gingerly, he pushed open the door and made his way hurriedly to the bar. In no time, a tall man with close-cropped brown hair and an earring in one ear sidled up to him, and before Harry could reach for his wallet, the man offered to buy Harry a drink.

Harry gave him a timid smile. The man was very attractive, after all, and after a moment of consideration, Harry agreed. They clinked glasses when the beers came, and Harry drank down half of his in one go. With a bit of alcohol, his nerves calmed a bit. The man was leaning into Harry. "So many regulars come here," said the man, "I was surprised to see a few new faces. And yours is very cute."

"Ah...er...thanks. I think you're...um...very attractive, too."

The man giggled in delight. "Aren't you a polite boy. Someone raised you right. I'm Sidney, by the way. But everyone calls me Sid."

"Hi. I'm Harry."

"Harry," said the man, rolling the name over on his tongue. He smiled. "You seem like a nice bloke, Harry. And you've got the most amazing eyes."

Harry felt his face blush and he lowered his eyes, hiding his face in the pint by taking a sip.

Sid edged closer. "Look. Do you want to get out of here?"

It was a little too much too soon for Harry. "W-why don't we just dance a little, huh?"

Sid shrugged and snatched a swig from his glass. "Whatever."

Harry did the same and allowed Sid to take his hand. But the moment Harry turned toward the dancing couples he came face to face with Draco Malfoy! And he was snogging someone! Something large and ferocious swelled up in Harry's chest. He was almost growling with it.

"Draco! What the hell-!"

Draco turned lazy eyes to Harry and Harry could see that the man was pissed. "Harry! What are you doing here?"

The man with his arms around Draco--with hands that definitely should not be on those places on the blond--whispered to Draco, "Is that the bloke?"

Draco smiled back at the man and nodded. "But he's just a figment of my imagination. Ignore him. Let's go back to snogging."

"Draco! You told him about me?"

"Er...mate," said the man, addressing Draco. "Your imaginary friend is asking you something."

"Tell him to go away," he slurred, and then plunged his tongue very obviously and very sloppily into that bloke's mouth.

The monster in Harry's chest roared in his ears. Harry couldn't believe he was doing it, but he tapped the man on the shoulder-rather harder than he intended-and the man turned a lazy brown eye on Harry. He pulled away from Draco and looked at Harry rather sheepishly. "Mate, Draco doesn't appear to want to talk to you. It seems he got the impression you were through with him. Can I make a suggestion? Make up your bloody mind, because I wouldn't mind having a go here."

"A 'go'? Is that what you're doing?" seethed Harry.

"I don't see how it's any of your business anymore."

Harry stepped closer. "I think you'd better step aside."

The man looked Harry's slight frame up and down. "Or you'll what?"

The room trembled a bit and the man looked warily at the swaying light fixture dangling over his head. "What the-?" His eyes slid back down to Harry and Harry gave him a dangerous smile. Eyes wide, the man seemed to sense something in Harry's face and he slowly unwound Draco's arms from his neck, much to Draco's protest. "Okay. I guess you aren't through." He looked over Harry's shoulder at Sid. "Hey Sid. Want to get out of here?"

"Sounds like a plan, Mike."

Mike quickly took Sid's proffered hand and the two escaped out the pub door.

Draco swayed by himself on the dance floor. "Well, you've ruined a perfectly good date, there, Potter. I hope you're proud of yourself."

"Malfoy, you're drunk."

"Damned right I am. And I had procured myself a shag, too, until you came along."

Harry looked around. Some of the men were staring at them, and some were carrying on as if none of it had happened. That surge of rage that had sustained him only moments ago had shrunk to a kitten and mewled at Draco, who was looking a little cute even as drunk as he was.

"Malfoy, maybe we should get off the dance floor."

"Don't want to." He hugged himself and continued swaying listlessly to the music.

Harry grabbed his arm. "Malfoy, don't make a scene. Let's sit down."

He allowed Harry to steer him away and into a booth. Draco flopped down hard and rested his cheeks on his hands, disfiguring his face. His grey eyes darted about the room, looking from man to man. "It's like a Smorgasbord. A pinch of that one, a dollop of that. You'd never run out. I'm going to enjoy being gay." He glared pointedly at Harry. "Just as soon as I can forget you."

Harry smiled weakly. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

"So why are you bothering me? I was just getting used to it all. That bloke-Mike. He's a really good kisser. Not as good as you, but he wasn't bad."

Harry gritted his teeth. "Oh?"

"And you had to come along and interrupt."

Good. But Harry didn't say anything aloud.

"So why are you here, anyway, Potter?"

"It's a gay pub. I came to hook up."

"Hook up? Hook up? You just came here for a shag?"

Harry slumped down in his seat. "Keep your voice down, Malfoy!"

"Well?" he whispered harshly, sitting up. "Did you? Merlin's bollocks! I just left you not more than half an hour ago and you're already sniffing up other people's trees."

"What? Never mind. You and I are not anything."

"That's your fault."

"I beg your pardon? Wasn't it you who pretended to be gay just so you could get your bloody vault keys out of me?"

"That was then. This is now. I came with hat in hand, Potter, and you just out and out rejected me."

"I didn't believe you were gay!"

"Do you believe me now?"

"I...I guess so. I mean...you were sure examining that bloke's throat deep enough, weren't you."

Draco stared for a moment before a sloppy grin spread over his lips. "Are you jealous?"

"No!" Harry clasped his arms over his chest and turned his face toward the dance floor.

Draco giggled and started banging the table with his hand. "You are! You are jealous. Come barging in here all manly demanding to know what I'm doing with that chap." He burst into a loud guffaw. "You have a green-eyed monster!" He seemed to think that was particularly funny and couldn't stop gasping and laughing.

Just then the bartender came over to their table. "Excuse me, gents, but I think you're getting a bit loud over here. If it doesn't stop, I may have to ask you to leave."

Harry reddened. "We're going."

"No I'm not. I'm not going anywhere!"

Harry glanced up at the bartender squinting his eyes at Draco. "Malfoy, I think we'd better leave." He rose and dragged Draco to his feet.

"Unhand me, Potter! I can do it myself." But as soon as he got out of the booth he nearly fell over. Harry grabbed his arm again and hustled him out the door.

Draco shook him off. "I am perfectly capanal of doing it myself."

"What was that, Malfoy?"

"Camable. Capamal. Cabanimal- I can do it without your bloody help."

"You'll splinch yourself if you try to Apparate." He sighed. "I...I guess you'd better come home with me."

"I'm not going home with you," he said, swaying dangerously.

"Yes, you are. I have plenty of guest rooms. Come on."

"At least I didn't go there looking for a shag," he muttered, finally allowing Harry to drag him along.

"I thought you said you were getting one from Mickey."

"MIKE! His name is Mike. And he's a damn sight nicer than you are!"

Harry clamped his mouth closed and merely dragged the resisting blond along.

"You're such an oaf, Potter," he muttered, stumbling up Harry's steps.

Harry continued with him up the stairs and Draco kept on with his harangue. Harry opened a guest room door and gestured in. Draco stumbled forward and looked around. "What's this?"

"Your room for the night."

Draco looked around unsteadily and then slowly turned toward Harry. His eyes were wide and he suddenly looked damned appealing. "I have to stay here? Alone?"

Harry sighed. "Yes, Malfoy. You do."

"Why are you calling me 'Malfoy' all of a sudden? When you were snogging me you kept calling me 'Draco'."

Harry took an uneasy step back. "I'm...not snogging you now."

Draco stepped forward, matching Harry's movements. "Why not?"

"Well, for one, you're drunk."

"Am not."

"Yes. You are."

"And two? You said 'one', inferring there was another one."

"And two...we...we just aren't."

Draco leaned forward, his smiling face closer to Harry's than was comfortable. "Don't you want to?"

"Look, Malfoy-Draco-would you just...get undressed and get into-"

"Oh ho! But you want me to get undressed. Make up your mind, Potter."

Harry blushed. "I don't care what you do."

But Draco was already slipping off his shoes. Fully dressed, he scooted up the bed and pulled back the covers. "How about a good-night kiss?"

"No! Just sleep it off, okay."

"No. I want a good-night kiss."

"I'm not your mother."

"And a good thing, too, considering what I'm thinking." He waggled his brows at Harry and offered him a seductive smile, eyes drawn to slits. "Kiss, kiss, Harry." And he puckered.

Harry stood stiffly over the bed. He wondered why he wasn't just leaving. "I thought I disgusted you."

"You didn't. I was just scared. Come on. Pretty please?"

"Oh for God sake!" Harry leaned over, planning on making it a quick peck, but as soon as he neared, Draco leaped up and threw his arms around Harry's neck. Draco's mouth covered Harry's and his warm tongue pierced the gates of his lips. Harry struggled for a second, before the feel of it sank in. And he was kissing Draco deeply, as deeply as the Slytherin was kissing him. They both sank to the bed with Draco beneath Harry, and with his whole body stretched out over the blond, Harry could feel the man's heart rapidly beating, his chest heaving with breaths, and...oh my!

Harry pulled back and looked down at Draco. The man was drunk. He couldn't. He simply wouldn't take advantage of him.

Draco's arms were still lifted and reaching. "Har-ry! Where are you going?"

Licking his lips, Harry could still taste the man on his tongue. "Y-you're drunk, Malfoy. Just...sleep it off, okay."

"I don't want to be alone. Please stay?"

No, it's not a good idea. Please, Draco. Just get some sleep."

Draco's face fell and he looked as if he was about to cry. "You still don't like me. After I apologized and everything. I don't apologize to just anyone, you know."

Harry found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket up to Draco's chest. Harry suddenly felt very tenderly toward him. "I know. It was very brave of you."

"I know! I thought you would hex me."

"I very nearly did."

"But I came anyway. 'Cause I fancy you. A lot. And I came to understand that I liked being with you and then I was in this gay pub and this bloke was talking to me, telling me I was gay and then I realized that I was and I didn't want to lose you. But I have anyway, haven't I?" And then Draco did start to cry.

Harry's heart cracked open. At least it felt like that, felt like the worst pain his scar used to get. He took Draco in his arms and hugged him, gently rubbing his back in soothing motions. "Shush, Draco. Don't cry." Draco sobbed against his shoulder. He was saying something but Harry couldn't understand him through the sobs. He gently pushed him back to look at him and wiped the tears from Draco's cheeks with his fingers. "Don't cry. I guess...I don't hate you."

"You don't?" he whimpered.

"No. But you hurt me, Draco. You really did."

"I didn't mean to. And I'll never hurt you again." He kissed Harry once. Twice. And suddenly they were kissing madly again. And Harry was cursing himself for losing control, because not only was he kissing Draco, his hands were slipping up into his shirt and he was caressing that unspeakably soft skin again.

"Harry," came the whispered moan beneath him. No, he had to stop. Draco was in no fit state for this. He gently pulled away and laid the man tenderly on the bed. Draco looked up at Harry with large, pleading eyes.

Harry smiled at him to show it wasn't a rejection. "I'm going to control myself. I want you to sleep now. That's an order."

"You're not the boss of me," he whined.

"Yes, I am. At the moment, anyway. Go to sleep, Draco. We'll talk in the morning."

"We'll shag in the morning," he said sleepily, rolling over.

Harry let out a long breath. Maybe, he thought.

* * *

Trolls were clubbing his head, pounding it with each throb. Draco was sure of it. He wrapped his arms around his head to protect it, but it wasn't helping. Finally he sat up, ready to call for his house-elves when he stopped, his mouth open. Where the hell am I? He remembered the pub and Mike and his eyes bulged. He didn't, did he? He didn't sleep with that Muggle, did he? His mother would kill him!

No. Wait. It wasn't that Muggle. It was...it was...

He looked around. The Black House. He was in Harry's house. And he and Harry had kissed last night. And it had been nice. Draco sank down into the pillows hugging himself. Oh yes. It had been very nice.

The door creaked opened and first a tray appeared and then a bespectacled man peered around the door. "Oh. You're up."

Draco gazed at Harry, freshly showered. The scent of his soap and shampoo drifted toward Draco. His face was flushed and dewy and his eyes sparkled behind his glasses. And he was smiling. Square, white teeth. And a bit of a dimple on one side of his face, sort of matching that slight indentation in his chin. Absolutely charming. Draco realized at that moment how smitten he was.

Harry set the tray down on the bed. There was a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, a pot of marmalade, a glass of orange juice, a mug of coffee with a bowl of sugar cubes and a small jug of milk. There was also a bottle beside the coffee with a hand-done label that read "Hangover Tincture".

Draco looked at it all with awe. "You did this for me?"

"Well, Kreacher cooked the breakfast. But I brought up the tray." He sat on the bed beside him and reached for the potion bottle. "Thought you could probably use this this morning. You were pretty wasted last night."

"Was I? I seem to remember doing some kissing. And someone kissing back." He looked up shyly.

Harry blushed charmingly. "Yeah," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Um...yeah. So...so eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

Draco took the potion first and then began to take a delicate bite of toast. "Did you mention a house-elf, Potter? You, the champion of all creatures great and ugly?"

"I inherited him. I don't really have a choice."

"But you are certainly unrestricted when it comes to freeing other people's house-elves."

Harry's face changed and he didn't look as lighthearted has he had done. "Dobby wanted to be free. And he is."

"Father was furious for weeks. And he still brings it up now and again. Where is the blighter now, by the way?" He took a heartier bite of toast and picked up his fork.

In a deadened voice Harry said, "He's dead. Killed by your Auntie Bellatrix while he was saving my life. Again."

Draco froze. He snuck a peek at Harry and lowered the fork again. "Oh. Sorry." He lowered his face and toyed with the edge of the tray. "I seem to spend a lot of time apologizing to you."

"Well, you're a pretty sorry fellow."

There was a pause before Draco looked up. Harry's expression had lightened, and though he wasn't exactly smiling he didn't seem so dark anymore. Draco cautiously picked up his fork again and speared a piece of bacon. He ate while Harry watched. After a while Draco became a bit uncomfortable. "Look, Potter. Are you just going to sit there staring at me?"

"There isn't anything or anyone I'd rather be looking at."

Draco choked on his food. Harry eyes were gazing at him in a most peculiar manner. It was like it was before, when they were on their first date. Harry had looked at him like that then.

Draco downed his orange juice and with his wand, sent the tray away. He realized he was still in his clothes and he had sweated a lot when he slept. "Um...can I get cleaned up?"

Harry seemed to move off the bed reluctantly. "Sure. Bathroom's down the corridor that way."

"Thanks." He edged by Potter, who was still looking at him, and escaped out the room and down the hall.

Getting undressed in the bathroom, Draco wondered if Harry would come in while he was bathing. The thought was rather exciting. Now that he wasn't afraid of being gay, he really wanted to see Harry naked again. He remembered that cock of his and the considerable size of it...

Well. Maybe he was still a little afraid.

Draco undressed and filled the tub with hot water. Starkers, he eased in and then began to examine what Harry considered cleaning products.

The soap was some plain organic thing and the shampoo and conditioner were store-bought from some wizard shop Draco had never heard of. He used it anyway as it smelled like Harry and he needed it. As he soaped up, he vaguely wondered what his parents were thinking happened to him.

He kept looking at the door through the steamy atmosphere of the room but it never opened. "Bloody Gryffindors," he muttered.

After a relatively short bath, Draco got out and dried off, Scourgifying his clothes before he redressed himself. He opened the door and saw out of the corner of his eye, something scurry around the corner. He smiled to himself. It was way too big to have been a house-elf.

Casually, he followed where the "shadow" had gone and found the staircase. He ambled down and found Harry reading in the library, a bit out of breath for someone casually sitting with a book.

"Hello, again," said Draco.

Harry looked up. Draco noticed that the book was upside down. "Oh. You're done."

Draco took the book out of his hand and tossed it over his shoulder. "Yup."

Harry stood. "So."

"So." Draco felt his insides wriggle. Harry was giving him one of those intense looks, the same he used to wear when he had spotted the Snitch.

"Draco, I...I want us to move forward. But I'm a little gun-shy. I mean, I trusted you before-"

"And I broke that trust," he said, edging forward. "But I swear, Harry, I swear that this is really how I feel now."

"I don't want to be hurt again," Harry said softly.

"I know. I won't hurt you. I promise." And he slid into Harry's embrace and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He touched his lips delicately to Harry's, just lingering there and gently rubbed them from side to side, up and down, before the Gryffindor engulfed his mouth in a searing kiss.

Draco felt light-headed. Harry held him tightly, one arm encircling his shoulders while the other slipped around his waist. Draco wrapped a leg around one of Harry's, pulling his hardening cock against Harry's thigh. The Gryffindor moaned and Draco angled his head for a more intense open-mouthed kiss.

The hand on Draco's shoulders climbed, trailing tingling fingers up his neck to the back of his head. Those fingers traced a trail into his hair, massaging his scalp. He kissed harder, fiercer, the sensation on his head sending gooseflesh down his body.

Meanwhile, Harry's other hand was descending until it cupped an arse cheek. He squeezed, pulling Draco's groin into Harry's thigh and grinding it.

Draco pulled his lips away in a gasp. "Harry," he murmured, not knowing what he wanted to say. Maybe that was enough.

"Draco, Draco," Harry whispered to his lips and then captured them again.

The blond felt as if he were floating. His whole body was alive with sensation. He couldn't believe Harry Potter was doing this to him. All those years he wasted hating him when they could have been snogging! Another one to blame on his father!

Both Harry's hands were holding his shoulder blades and skimming upwards to Draco's head. The hands were now cupping his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. Harry broke away and rested his forehead against Draco's.

"I'm...just holding off a bit," he panted. "I was getting a little too excited there."

Draco blushed. Harry Potter was getting too excited snogging Draco? How cool was that!

"Draco?" he said.

"Mmm?"

"Want to go upstairs?"

"Are we going to shag?"

"Want to?"

"Mmm. Yeah."

"Are you sure? We don't have to...um...penetrate, i-if you don't want to."

"Are you mental, Potter? I won't rest until I get a proper shag from you. And that means 'penetration'."

"It's going to hurt, probably."

"I know. You'll be careful."

"I'll try."

"I trust you."

Harry closed his eyes at that and kissed Draco's forehead. That seemed to be the signal, and Harry slipped his arm around Draco's waist and escorted him up the stairs.

The room was familiar. It was the one that Draco had been in the last time they had their disastrous liaison. This time would be different.

Harry pressed him up against the doorframe and kissed him tenderly, lips lingering. "I want to make love to you, Draco."

"Yes, Harry."

Wordlessly, the dark-haired man began unbuttoning Draco's shirt. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for each button. He pushed open the silky material and his fingers raked over Draco's chest, scraping his nipples. Draco arched his chest into those fingers, groaning at the sensations.

Harry kissed and suckled his neck, nipping at the tender skin under his jaw before capturing an earlobe and sucking.

Draco held on to Harry's shoulders tightly, unconsciously digging in with his nails. He threw back his head, letting Harry nip and nibble whatever he wanted. It was bloody marvelous what he was doing.

"I want to pound you so hard, Malfoy," he growled against his white skin.

Draco shivered. He was positive he'd never been as aroused as this in his life.

Harry dragged the material off Draco's shoulders and let the shirt drift to the floor. He jerked at his trousers, tugging the button open and yanking down the zip. His hands eased around him and slipped into the loosened waistband in the back, sinking between the flesh of his arse and his underpants, and with one push, both trousers and pants whooshed over his buttocks and down his thighs.

Starkers, except for his shoes and the bunched trousers around his ankles, Draco wondered how many hands Harry had. They seemed to be everywhere at once: pinching a nipple, groping his bum, fondling his genitals. He writhed under each sensation, grasping at Harry's shirt, pulling at it in a vain attempt to pull it off.

"Please!" he moaned. "Please! Off. Now!" His vocabulary had degenerated to a few monosyllables. But Harry understood anyway and took a hand away from Draco's skin long enough to pull off his own t-shirt and shimmy his trousers down. He helped Draco get his shoes and the rest of his clothes off and then the two of them had nothing between them but a sheen of sweat.

Harry went right back to exploring Draco's body with fingers, lips, tongue, and now a cock that kept rubbing sensuously against his own.

"I never thought-" breathed Draco. "I never imagined-"

"Yeah," grunted Harry. He lifted the taller man in his arms and, while kissing him soundly, manhandled him over to the bed and pushed him down to the mattress. Dazed, Draco looked up at his...lover. Harry was his lover. The thought made his heart ache pleasantly. "You don't hate me, do you," he whispered. The man's glasses were askew on his face and his hair was rumpled, as usual.

Harry gazed down on him and took his glasses off, setting them on the bedside table. "No, I don't. I think I've wanted you for a very long time indeed."

Draco swallowed. He couldn't speak. It was a bit overwhelming, this. The Hero of the Wizarding World, wanting him, actually fancying him. Him and him alone. He reached up and touched his lover, ran his hands over that chest and those strong arms. His hands traced a trail up his neck, over the slight beard stubble on his chin, over his cheeks and his thick brows. Draco never imagined anything could be better than power and magic. But this, right under his fingers, was surely it.

Harry bent down to kiss him. His lips nibbled lovingly at Draco's mouth. His tongue lazily painted circles on Draco's parted lips before he plunged it in.

Draco swept his eyes closed, immersing in the pleasures of Harry Potter's mouth. The kiss segued to his sensitive neck and down his chest, teasing a nipple with that supple tongue and moving downward over his belly. It was strange, this feeling of powerlessness. Strange that he welcomed it where he never would have before. Malfoys were not bred to this sort of surrender. And yet it was so intensely pleasurable, Draco wondered why the Malfoys bothered with power plays at all.

Harry was kissing the hollow of his groin and Draco arched into it. Harry was going to suck him. He knew it, he wanted it. He began to writhe in anticipation. His dick had never been this hard. Never! He felt the first swipe of Harry's tongue on his sac and he gasped a wordless sound. Draco spread his legs wide to accommodate the man and Harry filled the space. Hands steadied him at his hips and Harry's face nuzzled his pubic hair. "You smell wonderful," came his muffled voice.

Draco gasped again and tried not to thrust his hips into Harry's face.

"I've never been with anyone, Draco," he said. Draco looked down at Harry. His face seemed naked without his glasses and he looked younger and a little unsure of himself. "I've never done this before."

"Do whatever you want to me, Harry," he said, voice coarse as if he'd been shouting. "I love all of it."

Harry smiled and turned his gaze to Draco's upright cock. He kissed it, first at the root in its nest of blond hair, and then halfway up the shaft, and finally the head which was straining past its foreskin. And then Harry licked it; gave it a long, languid stripe up the underside and closed his mouth over the crown, sucking gently.

Draco couldn't help it. His hips left the bed. He'd never felt anything as exquisite as that! That warm, wet heat enclosing him as if in an embrace! The tongue working on it, slithering into every crevice, over every vein and ridge. "Oh fuck!"

Draco's whole body heaved upward, and before he knew it, his balls contracted and he was pumping his orgasm into Harry's mouth. Harry choked and sputtered, trying to keep his mouth around Draco's cock, but in the end he had to pull away.

He strained to swallow under the choking, and though Draco was floating high from his splendid orgasm, he felt a bit sorry for Harry. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you. I just...couldn't."

Harry licked his lips and wiped a tear from his eyes. "It's okay," he said, smiling and coughing. "I consider it a compliment."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "I just wasn't quite ready, that's all." He smacked his lips again. "But you taste good."

Draco chuckled bonelessly. "It was incredibly good."

"Thanks. And now-"

Draco's lazy eyes snapped open. "Do you want me to-"

"I want you to turn over."

"Oh." Draco mustered his dwindling strength and managed to roll onto his stomach. He laid his cheek on his hand and looked back at Harry looking hungrily at Draco's bum. Harry was stroking his cock unconsciously.

"Um...Harry? Could you do that...that licking thing again?"

"Licking?" He looked up at Draco's face owlishly. "What do you mean?"

"You know. When you did it before. Back there."

Harry grinned. "I'm sorry. Could you be a little clearer?"

Draco felt himself redden. "You bloody well know what I'm talking about, git."

"But I want to hear you say it."

Draco squirmed and hid most of his face in his hands. "Would you please lick my...my arsehole! Please."

"That's better." Draco could hear the laughter in Harry's voice. "It's dead sexy when you say it."

Draco shut his eyes tight. Why was he so embarrassed? Well, a bloke was about to lick a distinctly intimate part of him, more so than his cock, which the man had also licked and sucked.

Sex was embarrassing!

Harry's hands were on his bum, squeezing and manipulating the muscles. "This is lovely. Your arse is perfection."

Draco felt his body blush. His arse cheeks were opened with Harry's fingers. Harry was looking at it again. Looking at his hole.

"Could you get up on your knees, Draco?"

Draco complied, whimpering in anticipation.

A finger lightly traced down the middle of his crack, skimming over that most sensitive of spots. "Oh!"

"Like that, don't you," purred Harry. "I hope you really want a proper shag this time, Malfoy, because I don't think there will be any stopping me."

"I won't stop you," he muttered. "I don't want to."

"Good."

Draco waited. It seemed like forever. But then... "Ah!" Harry's tongue started at the back of his bollocks, and trailed upwards, teasing the hairs there. "Oh god oh god."

Harry was way too good at this.

That treacherous tongue continued upward, sliding along the crack until it stopped at Draco's furled entrance. It twirled wetly there, making Draco gasp and mutter incoherently. That sinewy tongue danced and lapped, its warm wetness teasing and tickling that ultra sensitive flesh.

Draco was keening into the mattress. His bottom swayed appallingly, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to open himself, wanted to feel more of it, more of Harry. And he understood now how someone could come to crave a shag in the arse.

Harry kissed it, kissed right on his hole. And then he spread his open lips over it and gently sucked.

"AH! Harry! God! Please, Harry!"

"Please what?" said his lover in a seductively low voice, breath still puffing over Draco's arse.

"Please! Inside!"

"You want me to lick inside you?"

"No! I want...I want your cock inside me!"

"Oh!" The bed rocked as Harry sat up abruptly. There was a pause as Harry reached over Draco for something, and then Draco felt that oil again at his entrance. He tried not to tense but it was tough when he knew what that cock looked like.

"I'll go slow, okay?" Harry's voice had a quiver in it.

Draco tried to control his erratic breathing and nodded. He felt Harry's thumbs dig into his arse cheeks once again and spread him. Draco forced his bottom upward, concentrating on opening himself. But all his eagerness was no match for the intrusion of that thick cock. The spongy head kissed his gasping entrance but that was the last of their delicate dance. When Harry pushed forward, his cock forced the tight muscle to expand impossibly wide.

Draco gritted his teeth and began to sweat. Merlin's fucking bollocks! It hurtithurtithurt! When would it end? He wanted to wriggle away from this pain. He heard Harry breathing hard above him and pushing and pushing. Draco's arse seemed to tear open. It had to be to take in that girth. Why did he agree to this? He was on the verge of telling Harry to stop when all of a sudden...it didn't hurt so much. Harry seemed to have pushed past a point where it didn't hurt and simply felt impossibly full.

Harry did stop then, and panting, asked, "You okay, Draco?"

Draco thought about it. His arse seemed to be stretched wide enough to permit Harry's whole body, but he knew it must be an illusion. He felt full and there was only the slightest bit of burn around that enormous member. He felt Harry's balls nestled against his and it was the strangest sensation. "Yeah. I'm okay now."

Harry eased out a long breath. "This is bloody marvelous. You're so tight. So hot. Feels so good."

"Glad I can accommodate. When does it feel great for me?"

Harry faltered. "I...I don't know. Doesn't it?"

"It bloody well hurt! That's quite a weapon, that, Potter."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Draco. You should have told me to stop."

"I almost did." He breathed. "So. Are you going to move?"

"Do you want me to?"

Sarcastically, he said, "I think since you're already there you should at least give it a go, yeah?"

Harry didn't reply. He simply eased out a bit and then glided back in. "Oh shit!" he gasped.

It was a strange feeling for Draco, to be sure. That largeness in his arse moving in and out. "Feel good?"

"Like heaven!" Harry did it again, only this time, he slammed in harder.

And when he did, it glided over something inside Draco...something that...

"FUCKFUCKFUCKINGSHIT!"

Harry chuckled above him. "I take it it's beginning to 'feel great' to you?"

"I don't bloody well know what you did but you'd better be doing that a lot!"

"Your wish is my command."

Harry slid in again. It didn't do it that time, but when he tried it again, trying for a different angle, he found it.

"Right there, right there!"

"I'm not deaf, Malfoy," he said. And he commenced fucking Draco in earnest. He thrust in hard and deep, pulling out in shallow bursts. He thrust over that spot inside that made Draco whimper. It felt like many little orgasms and he felt his dick grow hard again. It dripped a copious amount of pre-cum, so much that Draco thought they might actually be little orgasms over and over.

Harry was pounding him harder and harder, grunting with each thrust inward. His balls were spanking against Draco's. "Gonna-" Grunt. "Come!" he announced. And then he was, a staccato gasp releasing with each jutter of his hips. This went on for almost a minute until he released one long gasp and collapsed on top of Draco's back. But by then, Draco was coming, his arse squeezing down so tightly on Harry's cock that Harry gave a squeak as he was milked one more time.

Draco let go and fell to the mattress, his stomach landing in his own spunk. But he didn't care. That had been the single most amazing experience he had ever had. He panted into the mattress, relishing Harry's weight on top of him.

Kisses were peppered all over the back of his neck and shoulders and Harry finally pulled out of him with a sloppy, wet slurp and he rolled to lie beside Draco on his back.

Draco breathed for a moment and used the last of his strength to roll to his back too.

A hand found his and intertwined fingers.

"Draco. That was...fucking...wonderful."

"Yeah. It...was."

"So you're okay?"

"My arse fills like it could fit all of Hogwarts castle in it. And a bit sore. But other than that, yeah."

Harry laughed. He turned his head and Draco did the same, gazing up close at his lover, his Harry. He squeezed his hand.

"Do you believe me now? That I really am gay and that I fancy you?"

Harry laughed harder. "Yeah. You convinced me."

"Finally!" Draco moved closer to rest his head on Harry's shoulder. "God, I like this! This is so much better than just being your friend."

"It's not bad, is it."

"Not bad? It's fucking fantastic! Why didn't I know about this before? I'm really pissed."

"Well I didn't either. I might have gone off and married Ginny Weasley. That would have been a disaster."

"Too right. Married to a Weasley. Biggest mistake ever."

"But, thankfully, that won't be happening."

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

"And what would you say?"

"I'd say," said Draco, running a finger over Harry's sweat glistened chest. "That you should be thinking of me and only me from now on. My being your...your...boyfriend and all."

Harry looked down and nuzzled Draco's hair. "You're my boyfriend?"

"Of course." Draco let Harry kiss his head and pet his hair, basking in the afterglow. Harry smelled good. Right now he smelled like sex, but he also smelled like Harry. And Draco realized how much he liked that scent. "Harry. I was wondering. Would...would you mind very much...if...if I...fell in love with you?"

Harry stopped petting and grabbed his glasses to look at Draco properly. "Really?"

Draco, embarrassed now at his admission, shrugged.

Harry's grin was wide. "It's just that...I really have fallen for you."

A lump formed in Draco's throat. "You have?"

"Yeah. I think it's very serious."

Draco felt a smile form on his lips. "Well, who could blame you?"

Harry laughed, kissed him, and then settled Draco back on his shoulder again, his arm tight around the Slytherin's body. Draco felt featherlight, as if the rest of the world didn't matter at all. He looked about the comfortable room for the first time; at the tall windows and heavy drapery, the pictures on the walls-some that didn't even move; a familiar bouquet of flowers on a dresser; the bedside table where two wands lay, one gently nudging the other. One was of holly the other of hawthorn. Draco was grateful to get his wand back. He knew that hawthorn branches had always been a symbol of hope amongst the ancients. And the Celts even used it to mend a broken heart. Draco smiled.

"Out of all the wands you took that night," asked Draco quietly, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "why did you choose mine?"

Harry thought for a moment. "It felt...friendly."1

"Friendly?"

"Yeah. Familiar." He laughed. "No wonder. I'd been hexed with it enough."

Draco smiled sheepishly. "'The wand chooses the wizard.' I guess it chose you, too."

"I choose its owner." He punctuated that with a squeeze and a kiss to Draco's ear. It tingled his skin. Draco sighed.

"And I choose you, too," he whispered, barely loud enough for Harry to hear.

But Harry did.


The End


A/N: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. I can't see you all through the fluff.
[1] A direct quote from the book.



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