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The Bar	By : hedwig_927 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9129 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Disclaimer! Obviously I do not own or make money off of Harry Potter, just having a bit of fun :)
Oh. My. Gosh.
It’s been nearly five months and I’m so sorry. I will not bore you with the details of why until after you’ve read this chapter. To sum it up, some super un-fun stuff happened, and I’ve also had major writers block. It took me over a week or two just to write this chapter. (I’m on break)
If you’re still following along I am grateful. I’m probably going to keep this story in the same direction as I always was, but we shall see. I hope everyone had a happy holiday and a Merry Christmas!
I hope you enjoy!!
Chapter 12

It was a chilly fall day.
Harry was walking through Diagon Alley, just window shopping and taking some time to himself. He had been quite the busy boy since he started seeing Draco, and though he wouldn’t trade it for the world, he didn’t find himself alone very often.
Although he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he used to be quite lonely, whereas now, he was content, and his alone time was more pleasurable, knowing there was an end to it.
So he took his time, and enjoyed the fresh air and the bumble of people around him. The shocks and gasps towards him had died down over the past few years, and even though he’s still ‘the Saviour’ it luckily was not nearly as overwhelming as it used to be.
Harry wandered into a shop with little trinkets, decorations, and a bunch of different knick-knacks that Harry found to be adorable.
He was twisting a necklace between his fingers, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something gold.
They were cuffs. Gold cuffs. Shaped like a lion’s head. They had tiny little rubies for eyes, and it’s mane was peppered with small gold diamonds. Harry was fascinated by them and an idea quickly started brewing up in that noggin of his.
He grabbed them and made his way to the counter to pay. A bit of a hefty price, about 50 galleons, but Harry knew it was worth it.
He smiled to himself as he made his way out of the store, the breeze hitting his cheeks. He made his way home, his heart swelling happily in his chest.

"Harry, can I speak to you for a moment?"
It was Kingsley.
"Of course," said Harry as he rose from his desk. "Please, sit." Harry gestured for Kingsley to sit as he moved to shut the door behind him.
"I’ve come to talk to you about what we discussed previously."
"The gala?"
"Yes, that and some other news." Kingsley didn’t seem the most thrilled as he spoke, and that made knots form in Harry’s stomach.
"Alright, is everything okay?"
"Well.." he paused. "Bad news first."
Harry swallowed.
"I know we had discussed the clear sludge you found at the house you four have been monitoring, correct?"
"Yes, you had said you had a team close to discovering something about it," Harry said as he leaned against his desk and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Indeed. They found something, and it’s not very good. You’re familiar with ‘yew’ are you not?"
Harry felt his heart sink slightly. Yew trees were poisonous. He nodded.
"Well, they’ve found traces of it’s sap in the goop. Thankfully it’s not enough to cause any sort of damage to those who touch it, but if it were to have been ingested, it could’ve been.. unpleasant."
Harry bit his lower lip and gripped his chin with his hand, thinking. "I had noticed it smelled like wood.." he said quietly, more to himself than Kingsley.
"Yes, well. Although it’s known that the wood is used for wand-making, the sap essence can be used in potions. The sap as you know is incredibly poisonous and it’s affects are not lost in any potion it’s made in.
"This revelation can mean a number of things. The sludge with the sap can be a result of the explosion that left the hole in the floor. An explosion from a potion to be more precise-"
"Do you have an idea of which potion that would be?" Harry interrupted, without thinking.
"Not at the moment, no. But at least we have some sort of leg-up. This although does lead me to believe that dark magic is most certainly involved. And forgive my somber thoughts, but I suspect it may be the works of those who supported Voldemort."
Harry silently agreed. Voldemort’s wand was made of yew. And even though plenty of good wizards’ wands were too, like Ginny, it made sense that followers of his would use that in order to pay some sort of tribute to him.
"Kingsley. What other information do you have on the family that lives there?" Harry asked, suddenly thinking of something.
"I could send you over the file I have for them, it’s all the information I have at the moment."
Harry nodded, "Please, I’d like to go over it."
Kingsley gave a murmur of agreement. "Before then, I’d like to discuss the gala with you."
Harry nodded at him to continue.
"As you know it’s scheduled to be in a month’s time, though we may have to delay it by a week or two. We were planning to send out the invitations this week, but now the Ministry is arguing with me about having the gala at all."
"What? Why?" Harry asked, surprised. The gala was an annual party the Ministry held, usually close to the holiday, where they invited the ministers of other countries and their esteemed workers in order to create unity and respect after the war. It was quite the fun time; there was music, drinks, food. All the ministry workers would bring their spouses and enjoy an evening of dancing, catching up on the biggest gossip at the moment and talking about holiday plans.
Kingsley had given Harry an important part in organizing it. He normally never had the time, but he was so excited and now they wanted to cancel it? He hoped that wouldn’t happen.
"Let me rephrase that. The gala is on."
Harry let out a quiet breath of relief.
"Though, they think that continuing to involve foreign nations, may be a bad idea."
"They’ve never posed an issue before?"
"I agree. Though they are nervous of a second uprising, with more and more amateur dark wizards on the rise and getting caught. They’re worried that maybe they would use the gala as a way to target us, and the other ministers."
Harry scoffed, "They would be absurd to try, our wards are nearly unbreakable."
"They’re more worried for those who will already be inside."
"What? They think someone on the inside is dangerous? Someone who works here?"
Kingsley nodded.
"Well who?"
Kingsley was silent, pulling his lips together tightly.
"Kingsley."
He sighed, leaning his forehead into his hand. He was silent for another moment. "Wayne Hopkins.."
Harry’s jaw dropped. "No, he can’t be. He was on our side in the war. His brother died."
Kingsley sighed again. "I don’t believe it’s him. In fact I don’t believe there is anybody untrustworthy enough within the ministry that I would expect to do something nefarious whether at the gala or any time."
Harry nodded.
"But for some reason they have their doubts, and they want to do mandatory checks throughout every office this week. So, the invitations will be have to be postponed, along with the date of the gala."
"When will it be now?"
"December 2nd."
Harry nodded. "Alright. Is there anything you need me to do?"
"I think they have it covered for the most part. I need you in the loop for these sort of things."
Harry gave him a small smile.
Kingsley returned it before standing up. "I’ll let you know of any updates. They should be sending interdepartmental memos out soon about office checks."
"They’re going to warn everyone? Wouldn’t they be worried they would tip them off?" Harry asked, slightly concerned.
"Well it’s a part of protocol, not necessarily ideal in this scenario, but needed nonetheless."
Harry understood that, though he didn’t know how he felt about everything.
"I must be going. I’ll send those files down to you as soon as I have a moment to."
"Thank you, Kingsley."
"Thank you, Harry," said Kingsley with a smile.
Harry felt himself blush, and he gave a small nod.
"Talk to you soon my boy."
And with that, Kingsley aparated away, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

It had been two whole days since Harry had seen Draco. He missed him so much. They usually always made sure to stay overnight with each other, but Draco had a potion he was brewing that needed twenty-four hour monitoring for it to be successful. And then of course Draco had to sleep and Harry knew that that wouldn’t be happening if they were to see each other, so he told him to get some rest and then come over the next day.
Merlin he missed him. He was supposed to be over soon and Harry couldn’t wait to have him in his arms.
He was still in his pjs, and he made his way into the bathroom. He splashed water over his face and then he heard the floo. His heart skipped a beat. He quickly dried off and hurried into the living room.
"Draco, Merlin I-"
Harry stopped short. It was Ron.
"Oh. Ron," said Harry.
"Sorry to disappoint," Ron said, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets.
"No, Ron you know that wasn’t what I meant. I had just been expecting Draco soon."
Ron frowned slightly and nodded, looking down. "Right."
A few moments of silence passed between them. Harry wasn’t sure what to say.
"Um, can we talk?" asked Ron, sounding somewhat small.
"Of course, what’s up?" Harry moved towards him motioning to sit towards the couch.
When Ron didn’t move and stayed looking at the floor, Harry grew concerned.
"Ron?"
He moved suddenly, stepping forward with his arms wrapping around Harry’s shoulders in a hug. "I’m sorry Harry."
Out of instinct Harry tightened his arms around Ron, holding him closer to him. "What? Ron, what for?"
Ron held him tighter. "For what I said, for what I did. For how I’ve been acting."
Harry and Ron had been mostly fine after getting breakfast with Draco and Hermione. Though they had actively avoided actually talking about everything, so there was still that awkwardness overseeing them. Harry found that, because of it, they were seeking out each other’s company less.
Harry sighed, and rubbed his hand along Ron’s back. "It’s okay," he paused wanting to say the next part in the right way. "I should’ve been more sensitive to the fact that you didn’t like him. Although all the things you said to me really did hurt."
Ron squeezed him. "I know. That was wrong of me. I was mad, I didn’t really mean it." He pulled away and gave Harry an apologetic look.
Harry gave him a small frown. "It didn’t seem that way."
Ron grabbed Harry’s hand and sat him down on the couch so they were sitting facing each other at an angle. "I was stressed, and that’s no excuse. I’m sorry I hit Malfoy. I’m sorry I told you I would never accept it and that I was angry with you. I’m not." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It’s just in the moment I felt so heated, and it took me a while to really cool off, but throughout it all, I never stopped missing you, or feeling bad about what I said. I’m sorry I hurt you Harry. You’re my best mate, you’re my family. I don’t like when we argue."
"Ron, it’s okay. You weren’t exactly introduced to the idea in the best.. conditions," Harry said sheepishly. "This is my fault as well. I had all the time leading up to it to tell you I was seeing Draco, but I didn’t because I was scared of how you’d react. I had wanted to wait till Hermione was around because she can always calm you down," said Harry with a slight chuckle at the end. "But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to tell you. That night you asked if I was shagging a new bloke. I was. It was only a one off thing, or at least I thought it was that at the time but it was Draco. And imagine your reaction if I had told you then and there. I didn’t even know if you knew he was gay. I hadn’t." He paused, still looking into sky blue eyes. "It would’ve been a shock all around and no matter how happy I felt then and throughout it all, I knew that your reaction, along with the whole wizarding world’s was going to be.. less than ideal. But I can give a blast ended skrewt’s arse about everyone else. I can’t say the same about you."
Ron sighed and tilted his head to the side, giving Harry a look of understanding. "I don’t think there’s ever been a time that I’ve seen you this happy. Except maybe on Christmas during first year," said Ron with a laugh. "If he really makes you this happy, don’t let what anyone says get in the way of that. Including myself. I’m sorry for everything I said. I really am Harry. I’m beyond happy for you-"
Harry cut him off with another hug. He didn’t realize how much of an impact this argument had still been causing him.
Ron laughed before pulling away. "He doesn’t seem that bad. Though I don’t think we’ll be best mates any time soon."
"I would never ask that of you. But you never know, you might actually learn to like him."
Ron just rolled his eyes, but smiled nevertheless. "I suppose time will tell." Harry scoffed and Ron laughed again. "So it really is serious then? You’ve been.. um, together, since the summer?"
Harry nodded. "Since that night you asked me about it. Though we’ve only actually been dating for a month."
"I can believe you’re dating Malfoy."
Harry let out a breathy laugh. "Me either. I’ve never felt this way before. I really don’t want to mess it up."
"So you’re saying it’s likely Malfoy will be attending future family gatherings?" Ron said with a cock of his eyebrow.
"Yes Ron," Harry said with a laugh. "I mean, that’s the hope at least. I still need to tell your parents."
"Don’t stress about that. They’ll be happy for you."
Harry smiled at him. "Thanks. For coming today."
"Thanks for still speaking to me," Ron said with a sheepish smile.
They continued to chat, talking about what they might’ve missed in the past few weeks. Harry really appreciated that Ron took the time to apologize to him. He was used to fights between them, but usually something major ended up breaking them out of it. It was nice to know that nothing could really tear them apart, they would always be family. No matter what.

It had been an hour or so since Ron had left and Draco still had yet to turn up.
He was originally planning to have a stay-at-home day with Draco because he was sure he would still be tired, but he changed his mind.
There was a place he had found once. A place he found by accident. It was a quite little cave and it was a bit of a ways into muggle England, but he would go there any chance he could to escape the Dursley’s.
He decided that he wanted to bring Draco there, decorating it and making it cozy and romantic. He moved quickly, apparating to the cave to set up.
He cast a spell to keep the temperature at a bit of a warmer, more comfortable degree, than the fall weather tended to offer in October; also making sure to spell away any moisture or dampness.
He transfigured the center of the floor into a different sort of material, like a deep foam that was firm, but squishy enough to sink into.
Then he enchanted the roof of the cave to depict the night sky. The tricky bit was it was day here, so he had to use the coordinates of a country where it was night. He finally settled on New Zeland, as it was likely well after midnight there, and the overhead now displayed an infinite amount of stars.
He apparated back home to gather some other supplies. He took pillows, blankets, and wine. He grabbed these lights he used to decorate his apartment during the holiday months; they were a soft yellow-white. He shrank everything and stuffed it into his bag.
Draco might be hungry. Harry quickly went into his fridge to see what he had to work with. On a time crunch, he used magic to cut and arrange meats and cheeses, with some fruit and honey. He spelled it with a preserving enchantment and placed it on the kitchen table, along with his bag since he did not want to forget anything.
He wrote up a note that read:

My dearest Draco,
I have a bit of a surprise for you. To find me, go where we often find ourselves.. horizontal. Then, take hold of what’s waiting for you there.
Yours, Harry

Harry wasn’t the best with romantic poems, but hopefully Draco would get the idea. He made his way into the living room and enchanted the note so it would float in the center of the room.
His excitement grew more and more by the second. He went to his room and grabbed the gold box, tied up with a silver bow, and held it tightly to his chest. He was debating on waiting to give him this, but thought it to be as good a time as any.
Harry placed Draco’s present on the middle of the bed, attaching a tag with his name on it. Then he preformed the Portus incantation to turn it in to a portkey that would send him to the cave.
Then he quickly grabbed everything he wanted to bring and apparated there.
He strung up the lights and laid the blankets and pillows out nicely onto where he made the ground softer. He put the food and wine off to the side for easy grabs, and then enchanted his wand to play soft, soothing music.
It looked great. Harry stood there admiring his work. It was so romantic. He felt butterflies tickle his tummy as he thought about what Draco would think, and less importantly so, what he knew they would get up to in here..
He was just fixing part of the lights when he heard a soft yelp. He turned around to see Draco kneeling on the makeshift bed, leaning forward slightly and holding the box in one hand. He clearly hadn’t expected a portkey.
Harry smiled brightly, " Draco," he breathed out, and moved towards him. Draco simultaneously gravitated towards him too, tripping slightly as the ground wasn’t as hard as he expected it to be, but it didn’t matter because he was quickly entangled in Harry’s arms and held tightly. "I’ve missed you so much baby," Harry said softly against his ear as he held him as if letting go would mean losing him.
He felt Draco’s arms move closer to his head as he hugged him tighter. "Harry," he breathed into Harry’s neck. "I’ve missed you more," he said, almost as a pout, muffled by Harry’s skin.
Harry pulled away and took his lips into a loving kiss, his hand cupping his jaw and his fingers lightly dusting the base of his neck as he moved them through his hair.
Draco let out a soft moan, and Harry kissed him fully one last time, before he pulled away, not wanting to get too caught up in that just yet. He took Draco’s hand and moved him so they were both kneeling on the blankets.
Draco looked around in awe and Harry watched his eyes sparkle with the soft lights and starlight. "You did all this? For me?"
Harry just smiled and gave him a slight nod, before he leaned forward to kiss his soft lips. Draco groaned, bringing his hand up to hold Harry there, but Harry pulled away. "Do you like it?"
Draco gave him a look of absolute disbelief, "Like it? I love it. No one has ever done anything like this for me. It’s amazing. Thank you."
Harry couldn’t help but smile harder. "I’m glad," he paused taking Draco’s hand. "Would you like some wine?"
Draco gave him a smirk and nodded, and Harry poured each of them a glass of wine, and they both moved to lay on their sides, so they were facing each other and got to talking.
"So the potion went well?"
"Oh don’t even get me started. I loathe that potion, I try to avoid it at all costs. It’s annoying and time-consuming. Not worth the efforts or effects, in my opinion."
Harry let out a laugh before he fed Draco a strawberry, and they continued to chat. Eventually, they had each finished at least two glasses of wine, and half of the food, so Harry thought it was a good time to ask Draco what he’d been dying to. He set everything aside and then sat up, leaving a confused look on Draco’s face. He reached over him to where the little gold box was behind Draco, and waved his hand so that the Portus enchantment was removed. He grabbed it and moved back to facing Draco, but stayed sitting up.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry said, suddenly feeling nervous.
Draco sat up immediately. "Of course," he said, a questioning look adorned on his face.
Harry licked his lips. "Um," he took a deep breath, and felt Draco’s hand caressing his thigh, reassuringly. "Will you accompany me to the Ministry Gala?" asked Harry, unsure of why it came out so formal, but figured it was due to nerves.
Draco’s eyebrows raised in surprise. "The holiday Gala?" he asked.
Harry nodded.
"Of course I will," Draco said as he attacked Harry with a hug, knocking the present out of Harry’s hand. Harry hugged him back tightly, beyond ecstatic that he said yes; he wasn’t sure if Draco would be interested in that sort of thing.
Draco kissed Harry enthusiastically, moving to straddle Harry’s hips and grabbing his face with both hands. He moaned into Harry’s lips, poking his tongue out and demanding entrance in that tasty mouth of his.
Instinctively, Harry’s hands grasped Draco’s hips, and his lips parted slightly as resisting Draco’s touch was more than difficult. Draco kissed him deeper, moaning again and moving his hands to Harry’s hair.
Harry tried to push him away, but Draco denied him, grabbing him harder and groaning in disagreement as he kissed him again. Harry felt himself smile as an idea popped up in his brain. He moved both his hands to grab Draco’s arse and squeezed and Draco moaned loudly. Harry then moved one of his hands up Draco’s back, and the other down Draco’s thigh. He rose so he was standing on his knees and Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist. Then, Harry laid Draco down on his back roughly, kissing him deeply in the process.
Draco broke the kiss with a moan, grinding his hips against Harry’s. Harry took this moment as a way to pull away, straightening his arms so that he was looking over Draco with both his hands on either side of his beautiful blond head.
He smiled down at him. "You’re just a minx, aren’t you?"
Draco bit his lip with a smile. "Of course I am," he said with a smirk. "I told you. I get what I want.
"Oh really?"
Draco looked down at the position they were in, and then back at Harry with a raised eyebrow. "Yes," he said with a laugh.
Harry couldn’t help, but let out a chuckle with that, and against his better judgement (because his entire plan was to escape his sexual clutches) he leaned down and kissed him. Their lips melded together and he dipped his tongue between his lips, tasting the wine on his tongue along with a taste that was just purely Draco. It was a taste that left Harry begging for more always, that completely and entirely consumed him in a way that nothing else ever had before.
Draco moaned and laced his hands through Harry’s hair, pushing him down into him more as he resumed slowly grinding against Harry. Quickly realizing the consequences of his actions, he had to find a way to pull away without Draco noticing, because otherwise he most certainly would hold him tighter. Harry broke the kiss and started kissing down his jaw, moving down his neck and chest.
As Draco threw his neck back Harry took the chance to straighten over him. "I want to give you something first," he said, his breath already slightly laboured.
Draco groaned before grabbing Harry by his shirt in an attempt to pull him back to his lips. "Later, baby please," he grinded his hips against Harry’s again, more obviously revealing his erection. "I need you."
Harry let his eyes fall closed in a groan. He felt his cock become harder at his words and his own needs. Staying level headed was an option threatening to fall off the table entirely.
"Draco," his voice came out breathier than he had wanted, and not nearly as assertive as he needed it to be.
"Harry," Draco moaned, clearly farther gone than Harry had anticipated.
Harry really wanted to give him this.
He frowned. "Draco."
Draco’s demeanor changed instantly. "I’m sorry." He moved to sit up slightly, leaning on his elbows. "Harry, I’m sorry," he said his lips curling into a frown.
Harry shook his head, "No no, don’t be sorry," he moved his hand to cup his jaw. "Trust me I want you too."
He watched Draco blush slightly, his frown turning into a small smile.
"I wanted to give this to you," said Harry reaching for the present that had been cast aside.
Draco nodded and sat up fully. Harry handed Draco his gift.
"Um, you’re gonna need a suit for the gala, and.." he trailed off, nodding his head for Draco to open it.
Draco smiled and pulled at the little bow to unravel it. Then he removed the top of the box.
At first Draco seemed confused, until he reached into the box to pick one up. He looked up at Harry quickly with a gasp.
"Harry.." he breathed out, looking back at the gift.
"They’re cuffs.."
"Shaped like lions," Draco finished. "To symbolize you," he looked at him with a wide smile.
Harry felt his face blush heavily and looked down to his hands in his lap. "Er, yeah," he felt suddenly embarrassed as even though that’s the meaning he intended, he hoped it didn’t seem too possessive to Draco.
He felt a hand on his chin, forcing him to look upward. Draco placed a light kiss on his lips, then pulled away. "I love them," said Draco in awe. "They’re amazing. I’ll wear them every chance I get. I have a work meeting next week, actually."
Harry’s eyes lit up and he kissed him deeply. "You really mean it? You like them?"
Draco held his gaze. "I love them, they’re gorgeous Harry. This was so thoughtful of you. Thank you, really." Draco kissed him again, more passionately this time.
When Draco pulled away Harry smiled at him, and then he kissed him, his hands grabbing either side of his face. He felt arousal rush through him as he deepened the kiss, tasting Draco’s tongue. He let out a moan, and moved to lean Draco onto his back again, when this time Draco stopped him.
"Hold on," said Draco before he grabbed the top of the box and closed it nicely, setting it off to the side.
Harry smirked at him before he tackled him to the ground, kissing him deeply and roughly. Draco moaned, and wrapped his legs around him, raising his arse slightly to brush against Harry’s cock.
Harry groaned and kissed down his neck, sucking and nipping gently. "Draco.." he breathed out. "Fuck I’ve missed you," said Harry as he kissed his shoulder, pulling down his shirt collar.
He felt hands lace through his hair and tug lightly. "I’ve wanted you.. since I started brewing that potion," said Draco through deep breaths.
Harry let out a laugh before capturing those beautiful lips in another kiss. "You make me so happy Draco," said Harry, looking deeply into those grey eyes, that had the reflection of the stars above in them. He took a deep breath. "I know it hasn’t been that long, but I’ll never be more grateful for our pointless argument at the pub." He kissed him again. "You’re mine Draco," he said with a smile, "And you’re not getting out of it."
Draco looked back at Harry with a certain glimmer in his eye, one Harry still couldn’t quite pinpoint but was getting used to. "Who knew you could be such a romantic?" said Draco with a smirk.
Harry rolled his eyes and kissed him again, deeply. "I did," said Harry, his voice deep and sensual.
Draco just looked at him with adoring eyes. He bit his lip before he reached up and caressed his cheek. "I did too," he said softly, before he propped himself up on one elbow and kissed Harry gently.
It was a different kiss. Not fueled by lust or desire. Just pure, pure..
Fuck.
Harry pulled away.
"What, love?" asked Draco, confused.
Love.
It was fucking love.
"Fuck," Harry breathed out, his hand cupping his forehead in realization. He sat back on his heels, starting to feel lightheaded.
Draco sat up quickly, "Harry?" he asked apprehensively.
Harry let out a laugh of disbelief.
"Harry, you’re scaring me," said Draco.
Harry just looked at his boyfriend. "Fuck Draco," he said as he leaned forward and consumed him in a kiss that demanded all of Draco. For the love of all things magical, Draco was perfect. "You’re perfect Draco," he breathed in between kisses.
"Harry," Draco moaned out as Harry started grinding over him. "Fuck Harry," he breathed.
"You’re mine, you hear that?"
"Yes!" Draco moaned. "I’m yours Harry."
Harry growled in response kissing down his neck. Draco was wearing a button-up shirt, and, in the effort of saving time Harry sat up and ripped it off of him, before plunging forward and kissing his chest.
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, clearly narked by his stripping choices.
Harry looked up at him, an evil glint in his eyes. He took those pouting lips into a strong kiss. "I’ll mend it later, love," he breathed over his skin as he moved his kisses to Draco’s ear, deciding that maybeDraco’s nickname would be appropriate after his newfound realization.
Draco moaned loudly. "Fuck!" and then his hands found the rim of Harry’s shirt, pulling it off of him as quickly as he could.
Harry moaned as he kissed his lips again, their bare chests rubbing together, and Draco’s legs tightening around his waist. Harry couldn’t bother with removing the rest of their clothes and he swiftly waved his hand and wordlessly vanished them.
Draco groaned as their cocks brushed against each other and Harry growled again. He kissed down his chest, finding his perked nipple and sucking hard. Draco cried out. "Harry!"
Harry smirked against his chest and moved further down his beautiful, taut stomach, licking and nipping and kissing. Draco was squirming now. He tapped Draco’s legs so he would release Harry’s waist and moved so his mouth was over his cock.
He looked up at Draco, the same evil glint in his eyes and Draco groaned, throwing his head back with his hands entwined in his own blond locks, and Harry knew it was because Draco was well aware of the impending teasing he was about to endure.
"Gods Harry I swear to Merlin, if you’re gonna be an arse I’ll-"
Harry ran his tongue up his long cock.
"Harry!"
He kissed all over his groin, and at the crevice of his leg that he knew drove him crazy. He sucked lightly and Draco jerked, moaning out loud. Harry moaned at the feel of his boyfriend’s skin against his lips; he kissed all down his thigh, making Draco squirm even more.
He grabbed Draco at the back of both knees and pushed them backwards lightly so his boyfriend was completely exposed to him. Harry whimpered at the glorious sight, before leaning forward to kiss and suckle his bollocks.
Draco nearly screamed. "Harry!"
Harry ran one hand down Draco’s inner thigh, all while kissing up his cock. Draco moaned out Harry’s name again, and Harry ran his tongue from the tip, all the way back down to his bollocks.
Then he spread Draco further, staring at his pink pucker and going for the kill. He kissed his entrance before circling his tongue around the tight muscle. "Oh fuck Harry!" Draco cried.
Harry moaned before pressing his tongue in, breaking through the pink ring and lapping at his inner walls. He inhaled Draco’s scent and moaned louder, trying to reach his tongue as far as it could possibly go.
Draco was practically thrashing above him. He knew that Draco would probably be close soon, especially since they hadn’t done anything in a few days. But Harry didn’t care. He wanted Draco to feel all of him right now.
Why? Because gods forgive him, he was in love. He loved Draco Lucius Malfoy.
He was positive. Though for some reason he felt it wasn't the time to tell him. Instead, he was going to show him.
As Harry pulled away for air, Draco sat up and pulled him into a rough kiss by the neck, moaning as their lips made contact. Harry groaned into his mouth and reached his hand down to start teasing Draco’s hard cock. "Fuck Draco," he breathed out.
Draco whimpered in response as Harry slowly jerked his member, arching his back as he felt waves of pleasure course through him. "Harry, fucking hell Harry! Oh, oh fuck!" Draco moaned.
Harry smirked, and made his way down to his cock again, kissing and licking at his bundle of nerves before taking the whole, perfect length into his mouth, swirling his precum around the head with his tongue.
Draco mewled. He moaned, he thrashed, and he bucked his hips as Harry pleasured him, and Harry knew he was going to want to be fucked soon.
He conjured lube silently onto his fingers, and slowly pushed his index finger through Draco’s entrance. Draco outright whimpered, begging Harry for more as he ground his hips against Harry's hand.
Harry added a second finger and Draco began riding them himself, and Harry moved to take his cock deeper into his throat. At the same moment, Harry must’ve pressed against his sweet spot and he screamed out Harry’s name. "Harry! Yes Harry! Please fuck me, I’m ready."
Harry very much doubted this was true, as he began scissoring his fingers and felt a stronger resistance than if they had been fucking regularly. Draco groaned and was practically begging him. "Fuck me! Fuck me please!"
Harry moaned around his cock, but ignored Draco’s urgent pleas, inserting a third finger into his arse and Draco whimpered. "Harry please! I’m so close! I need you!"
"Fucking hell Draco," Harry cried, moving off his cock and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. "You drive me absolutely mental, you know that," said Harry, looking into his eyes as he shoved his fingers into his prostate and Draco screamed again.
"Harry! Harry please!"
Harry removed his fingers from inside Draco and he whimpered in response, his hips still humping the air. Harry conjured lube and Draco moaned, throwing his head back against the blankets.
Smirking, Harry took his time lubing up his cock, jerking himself a few times for good measure. Then he took the excess and rubbed it against Draco’s entrance, pumping his two fingers in and out a few times.
Draco nearly convulsed. "Fuck Harry! Please," he begged, nearly on the verge of tears. "Fill me with your cock and make me come!"
Harry moaned at his words. He leaned down onto his elbows so he was looking directly over him. He kissed him passionately, finding his tongue and wrestling with it. "Draco, you’re so fucking hot," he breathed against his lips.
He lined his cock up at Draco’s entrance, pushing the tip against him slightly. "Fuck!" Draco cried out.
As Harry breached Draco’s tight ring of muscle he kissed down to his ear. "You’re absolutely perfect baby," he said, pushing into Draco as slowly as he could muster. "You make me feel like nobody else has." He pushed in further, Draco moaned, urging Harry faster, with his hips. "You’re beyond beautiful," Harry moaned, kissing him again and denying him faster entry. Draco groaned in frustration, begging Harry to fuck him. Harry stared down into his eyes, dark and stormy with lust and need. He looked at his lover longingly, before slowly bending down to kiss his cheek. "You’re amazing Draco. You’re mine." He breathed against his skin and Draco moaned again as Harry was mostly inside him now. "You’re everything," Harry moaned out in a breath as he was sheathed entirely by Draco’s heat.
Draco whimpered, and wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders. "Fuck Harry! Fuck, I need you," he breathed out.
Harry pulled out almost fully, and then slammed back into Draco and Draco screamed loudly. Harry fucked Draco like he never had before, harder and faster, and more passionately.
He grabbed his hips roughly and pounded into him. Draco met him thrust for thrust, grinding his hips at the rhythm Harry was feeding him as he moaned through it all.
He leaned down and kissed those pretty pink lips of his, moaning as their tongues tangled together. He grabbed both of Draco’s hands and laced his fingers between Draco’s, bringing his arms up and above his head as he kissed him deeply.
This was perfect. Harry felt bliss surrounding him as he pounded into his lover, feeling every part of him. He never wanted to be anywhere else, just engulfed by Draco’s heat, kissing him and never losing him. Draco was his. He had never felt this way before.
"Draco! Fuck you feel so good."
"Oh fuck Harry! I’m so fucking close!"
Harry moaned and reached for Draco’s cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck baby! Don’t stop! Please!"
Harry watched as Draco’s face twisted with pleasure, his mouth starting to form the ‘O’ Harry loved to see on that gorgeous face of his. He quickly picked up the pace and brought his lips to his ear. "You’re my everything Draco.." said Harry, as a whisper against his skin.
"Oh! Oh Harry!" Draco moaned and he came, spilling his seed over Harry’s hand and both of their stomachs, all while squeezing around Harry’s cock in an unbearably delicious way.
"Oh fuck Draco!" Harry screamed out, pounding into him harder and moaning as Draco’s tightness brought him to an intense orgasm, his legs shaking as he continued thrusting into Draco’s abused and manhandled prostate and he filled him with his hot come, Draco’s name falling off his tongue.
Draco moaned as he felt Harry fill him, falling back against the blankets as Harry finished.
Harry slowed to a stop, before falling on top of Draco and kissing all over his neck. "You’re my everything Draco," he breathed out, before slipping out of him and rolling onto his back, absolutely sated.
He felt Draco preform a cleansing spell before he was over him and kissing him slowly. Harry could barely open his eyes, but groaned as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him tightly against him.
Draco kissed his neck, then brought his hands to Harry’s head, massaging his scalp. Harry felt himself lean into his touch, practically melting underneath him, his eyes still closed.
He kissed all over Harry’s ear, then whispered. "You’re my everything, Harry," before settling down with his head on Harry’s chest, and they both drifted off to sleep.
…
Harry stirred lightly. He felt a weight on top of him groan. He blinked open sleepy eyes to see a mop of blond hair on his chest.
He moved his wrist to check his watch. Almost 4pm. They had slept a while. The sky above has begun to lighten slightly, but still millions of stars peppered the darkness overhead.
He ran his hand through Draco’s hair absentmindedly.
Harry smiled to himself. He had himself a human. One he could call his own. Someone he loved, way more than he had realized. One he never wanted to let go of.
I love him. Harry thought to himself. He couldn’t believe he only just had the realisation. All the signs were there.
The doe-eyes whenever he saw him. Missing him even if they were only apart for a few hours. His desire to protect him at all costs.
The way he loved the little things that made Draco, Draco. The things that he doubted anyone else would take to the time to notice. Things that were second nature for Draco, even if the blond himself didn’t know it.
Like how he put a napkin on his lap at every meal, or only drank out of certain glasses. Or how, he needed socks on to sleep, no matter how hot it was.
There were so many things like that, that Harry couldn’t get enough of, making him fall harder and harder for the former Slytherin everyday.
There was almost nothing he wouldn’t do for him. Just seeing the smile on his face made Harry the happiest man in the world.
He continued playing with his hair, feeling at peace. He would be okay staying here forever if he could.
Harry would have to tell him, eventually. He briefly wondered if, maybe, Draco loved him too. And he felt his stomach do a somersault as he thought about getting to say ‘I love you’ to each other on a regular basis.
He wanted to wait. He wanted it to be special.
Now was as good a time as any, but Harry had just realized himself. He didn’t want to overwhelm Draco in any way, it had only been two months after all.
He felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about the future he hoped to have with him. About how one day they might move in with each other. Maybe even be lucky enough to get engaged, and get married, having children surrounded by all their friends and family.
What if Draco was it?
What if Draco was the person meant for Harry and Harry the person for him?
Harry knew he was young, but he had never been this happy in his entire life. He’d give up everything to keep Draco. To watch him grow, happy, especially if he had a part in it.
Harry was in love and there was not a single doubt in his mind, that Draco, was his.
He stared up at the stars and inhaled deeply, causing Draco to shift slightly, before settling back against Harry’s chest.
Yeah, Harry wouldn’t trade this for the world.

Harry felt arms wrap tightly around him. "Oh how I’ve missed you, where have you been?"
Harry hugged Mrs. Weasley tighter. "I know, I’m sorry." Harry usually tried to find time to visit Mrs. Weasley whenever he could, but now that his time has been occupied by Draco, he had been slacking slightly.
"You best have a good reason," she said with a smile and a laugh, "Are you hungry dear?"
"No I’m alright," said Harry, though he knew she would put up a fight.
"Nonsense. What would you like?" she asked sweetly.
"Nothing, really Mrs. Weasley-"
"Harry how many times do I have to tell you. It’s Molly, or Mum."
Harry gave a sheepish smile. "I’m sorry."
She smiled back at him to let her know she was being light hearted.
"But, I do have something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh? Of course, is everything alright?"
"Yes, yes everything’s fine. It’s.. good news," said Harry with a smile. She nodded at him to continue. "I’m.. um, seeing someone," Harry started. "A boy. We’ve actually been seeing each other for over two months now."
"Oh Harry, that’s wonderful!" said Mrs. Weasley with a smile as she came over to Harry to give him another tight hug.
"I love him," said Harry. "I’ve never felt this way before, not even with.."
"Zion?" she finished.
Harry nodded.
"What’s his name dear?"
Harry swallowed. It would be okay, Mrs. Weasley would never judge him. "Um. It might be a bit surprising." She raised a questioning eyebrow. "Draco Malfoy."
He saw her eyes widen slightly, but then-
"Malfoy? I haven’t heard that name in quite some time. Have they been getting into trouble?" Arthur Weasley asked, walking in as it seemed he had just came home.
Harry’s heart sank. He hadn’t been expecting to tell both of his parental figures, especially not Arthur. "Um, not exactly."
"Oh?" Mr. Weasley said, looking at him.
"We’re.. dating."
"Oh," he resolved. "Really?" he asked, not an ounce of ill will behind it.
Harry nodded. "Yes."
When it was silent for a few moments, Harry spoke again. "I’m sorry I waited to tell you both. I was nervous of your reaction."
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley said with a frown. "We’ll love whoever you love, as long as they treat you right."
Harry smiled. "I don’t know how Ron’ll take it though," Mr. Weasley warned cautiously.
Harry gave a small laugh and shook his head. "Not well, that’s for sure.
"He knows?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
He gave a nod. "I asked him if I could be the one to tell you both. He’s okay with it now, he wasn’t the happiest about it, to say the least."
"Harry, you know that we’ll always be here to talk, regardless of if you two are in a row." Mr. Weasley added.
"I know, thank you." Harry had appreciated the Weasley’s more than words could ever describe. They had done so much for him.
"Well, do we get to meet him properly any time soon?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "You can bring him round to the next family dinner?"
"Oh, that won’t be necessary. I figured I should let everyone get used to the idea for a little bit before throwing Draco into the lion’s den."
Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley laughed at that, murmuring in agreement. "We trust your judgment Harry. If you love Draco, we’ll love him too," said Mrs. Weasley with a smile.
"Thanks, that really means a lot."
"He does realize though, if he messes up he’ll have an army of redheads after him, right?" Mr. Weasley chimed in.
Harry let out a laugh, "Yes."
"Have you told the others yet?"
"Erm, no. I was actually wondering, if you could bring it up to them?"
Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips. "Sending us to do your dirty work?"
Harry gave a sheepish smile, accompanied by a shrug.
"I’ll see what I can do, but no promises."
"Of course," Harry started. "Thank you."
"Anything for you dear," she said with a smile. "I’m glad you told us."
Harry nodded with a smile, before Arthur dragged him into a talk about work, and Harry couldn’t help, but notice Mrs. Weasley seemed a bit, lighter on her feet.

Harry found himself alone again. He had just finished dinner and was lounging on the couch with Wulf, the telly playing idly in the background.
He was expecting Draco within the next few hours. He had gone out drinking with Blaise and Nott. Draco insisted for him to come, but Harry still wanted to make sure Draco spent time with his friends without him, so he stayed in for the night.
…
Wulf pounced on his chest. Harry awoke with a small start, making Wulf meow at him. He must’ve dozed off.
He didn’t bother checking the time and gently moved his tiny cat off of his chest, before getting up to get ready for the night.
He pulled on his pjs, choosing to wear a shirt because it was starting to get colder, and made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
10:17. Read his alarm clock. Draco would likely be back soon.
Harry stared at the glass snitch on his night table, as he found himself doing often.
He couldn’t believe the turn of events in his life. If someone had told him in the beginning of summer he’d be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy he would’ve deemed them funny in the head.
And now he loved him. He felt butterflies flitter through his stomach.
He got up, walking over to the snitch when he heard a rapid knock on his front door.
Immediately his nerves were set on edge. No one ever knocked at his door, especially not at this hour. As his mind ran through the absolute worst of all possibilities, the knock came again, more urgently this time.
Harry moved quickly, walking swiftly to the door, and checking through the spy hole to make sure it was someone he knew.
He felt relief rush through him and he went to open the door, three men chattering happily as they came through it.
Draco had both Blaise and Theo holding him up, his arms in theirs as he stumbled slightly.
"Harry!" he exclaimed, breaking out of their grasp and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck as he jumped him.
Harry was knocked backwards, but he kept his footing as he caught Draco’s attack, wrapping one arm around his back and placing his hand on his hip to balance Draco. "Hi," he said, the wind slightly knocked out of him.
"He’s a bit battered," a happy Nott piped up.
"You don’t say?" said Harry with a smile, as he craned his head to see the other two men in the room, while Draco was still holding onto him for dear life.
"He was fine in the beginning really," Blaise added.
"Then he had the brandy," Nott cut in.
"Dragon Barrel Brandy," said Blaise.
Harry felt his eyes widen.
"Then a few glasses of Campbell’s Finest."
"Merlin.." Harry breathed out in a laugh.
"Then gin," Blaise said.
"And then the chocolate liqueur," Nott finished.
"Gods, Draco were you trying to bleed them dry?" asked Harry, lightheartedly, as he put both of his hands on his waist so he could look at him.
Draco resisted his movements and hugged him tighter. "Not exactly," he said softly, but also guiltily, his words slurring slightly.
"He hasn’t shut up about you for the past two hours," Blaise started, with a laugh.
"Harry this, Harry that," Theo added. "Oh how I miss Harry!" said Theo with a laugh, his voice a few octaves higher to show he was picking fun at Draco.
Harry laughed too, and finally Draco released him, a pout on his face as he looked at Harry before glaring daggers at Theo.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Nott continued. "I lov-"
Draco’s hand was quickly over Theo’s mouth. Draco had moved surprisingly quickly for his state. Theo clearly surprised, but smirked at Draco nonetheless.
Blaise and Harry laughed as Draco defended himself, "I wasn’t that bad." He took his hand from Nott’s mouth and crossed his arms over his chest. Then he stepped backwards, misplacing his footing and stumbling slightly.
On instinct all three men reached for him, Harry getting there first and catching him under his arms. They laughed out a sigh of relief and Draco pouted. "I wasn't," he said determinedly.
"And I’m not an arsehole," Theo countered sarcastically, making Harry and Blaise laugh, and Draco gave the smile of someone trying to fight it.
Blaise turned to Harry. "It was cute, really. We’re glad he’s found someone he’s so happy with."
Theo put a finger in his mouth pretending to gag. "Young love, makes me sick," he said, though even Harry could tell he was joking.
Harry rolled his eyes at Nott. "So why the front door?" he asked them all, as Draco turned around in his arms to hug him again.
"Well, we didn’t trust that Draco would be able to apparate without splinching himself, and your floo was closed off to us," said Blaise.
"He told us your address and we apparated him here, and figured we’d pay you a visit as well, making sure this blighter got home okay," Nott added.
Harry nodded in understanding, "You could’ve fire-called, I would’ve let you through."
Nott just shrugged, "Meh, it was more fun trying to wrangle up this loon."
With that both Blaise and Harry laughed, before he felt the blond move in his arms, and start kissing his neck, out of view of his two friends.
Harry felt his tummy tingle and quickly took hold of Draco’s hips, moving him off of him, Draco furrowing his brow at him angrily.
"Thank you guys, for getting him home safe," Harry said with a smile.
Blaise nodded and clapped Harry on the shoulder. "Don’t mention it mate.. good luck with him tonight, he’s a real softie when he’s wankered."
Draco frowned at that. "I am - hic - not," his pout turning to shock as he confused himself with his little hiccup. Harry had to fight the urge to laugh as he felt himself swoon. He was beyond adorable.
Nott raised suggestive eyebrows at Harry, looking to Draco. "Yeah, good luck," he said with a wink.
"Theo!" Draco exclaimed, shoving Nott’s arm.
All three of them laughed again, leaving Draco pouting again, frowning at Harry specifically.
Harry looking at him endearingly, moving to rub his arm and kiss his cheek.
"Merlin, that’s my cue, come on Blaise, that girl might still be there," he said turning and walking towards the door.
"I’m going home," Blaise countered, before turning to Harry and Draco. "Take care of him Harry," he said kindly.
Harry nodded, "Of course, you’re welcome to use the floo if you like."
"It’s alright, I’ll apparate this dimwit home," he said motioning to Theo, who protested ‘Hey!’ "See you around Draco. Harry," said Blaise as the two made their way out of Harry’s apartment.
"Bye!" Draco said, as if he just realized his two friends were leaving.
Harry moved to shut the door behind them and locked up, turning to Draco before he was slammed into the door.
"Harry!" Draco whined, as he found his lips, kissing him roughly and pinning Harry flat against his back.
Harry tried to gather his bearings as Draco ravished him, kissing him all over his face and down his neck. He grabbed his hips, pulling him away gently, "Draco! Draco, hold on," he said, chuckling softly.
Draco groaned, again pouting like a puppy who was promised a treat and had not gotten one yet.
Harry melted. "Gods you’re just amazing," said Harry, cupping Draco’s jaw.
Draco leaned into Harry’s hand, still pouting.
Harry let out a sound of endearment, holding his face in his hands. "Harryyyy," Draco whined.
Harry chuckled, "Yes Draco?"
He gave Harry a soft frown. "I want to kiss you," he said quietly.
"Tell me about your night first, baby," Harry resolved, hoping to let Draco sober out a bit.
Harry took his hand and walked him over to the couch. Draco stumbled slightly, using Harry’s arm to balance himself, and leaned against Harry on the couch.
"But, Harry. I don’t want to talk," he said, looking directly into his emerald eyes. "I want to - hic - fuck." His tone was so intensely serious, and calm. Harry almost laughed at how diplomatic he was about it.
"Can I get you a glass of water first?" Harry asked with a laugh.
Draco scrunched his nose at Harry and Harry smiled at him before getting up to bring Draco some water.
When he returned, Draco was slumped against the couch, zoned out like a lost puppy.
"Darling," said Harry to catch his attention.
Draco looked up to him immediately.
"Drink this. Please," he said handing him the glass.
Draco took the glass, and drank all of it’s contents as Harry took a seat next to him. Then Draco put it on the coffee table, and pounced on Harry, knocking him onto his back, with Draco’s knees on either side of his waist.
"There. Can I have you now?"
"Sweet Merlin Draco," Harry said laughing.
Draco gave him a drunken smile as he leaned down to kiss Harry’s lips, kissing him slowly, but strongly. Harry brought his hand to his cheek, tracing his finger over the curve of his face, and then intertwining his fingers into his hair.
With a moan Draco deepened the kiss, moving to tangle his own hands within Harry’s thick mane. He tugged and grasped firmly, knowing Harry would try and pull away soon.
And try to pull away Harry did, as they had the rest of the night to enjoy each other, he didn’t want to rush right into sex.
"Draco," he breathed as he broke their kiss.
Draco just groaned, kissing Harry’s neck instead and moving his hands to grip his sides tightly.
But Merlin it felt good. His wet lips on his skin. His strong hands on his waist.
Draco snaked one of his hands under Harry’s shirt, lightly dusting his fingers over his skin, giving Harry goosebumps. Then Draco brought his hand lower, dipping one finger underneath the band of his briefs and pyjama pants, teasing the skin below.
Harry’s breath caught in his chest, and he felt Draco smirk against his neck. Draco kissed him more firmly now, moving up to nibble on Harry’s earlobe. Harry bit his lip, exhaling a small breath out from his nose.
He felt Draco smirk against him again, and then Draco’s hand was cupping his cock, through his pyjamas. Harry licked his lips, trying his hardest not to give in just yet, but then Draco moved his hand, slipping it under Harry’s briefs, his soft hands against Harry’s warm skin, jerking his member slowly. Harry almost bit through his lip to stay quiet.
His breathing was becoming more and more laboured as he felt his blood rush south, and Draco was now sucking under his ear. Harry gripped at the cushions, trying to maintain some sort of composure.
"Let me hear you, love," whispered Draco in his ear.
Harry moaned. Love. Dear Merlin above, Harry was in deep.
Draco moaned back, kissing his skin softly. "Do you realize how much you mean to me Harry?" he asked, his voice breathy and demanding, his words still slurring slightly.
Harry stretched his head back, wanting Draco to continue kissing all over his neck and Draco greedily obliged. He kissed up and down his neck, groaning.
He made it back to his ear. "Do you?" he asked again.
Harry whimpered. "I-I don’t know," he breathed, his reserve failing him.
Draco growled against him, then sucked on the junction between his ear and jaw. Harry moaned, calling out Draco’s name.
"Do I need to show you then?" He asked against his skin, his lips tickling his throat in the most sensual way.
Harry bit his lip to stifle a moan, wishing more than anything that he would show him. He started to grind his hips against Draco’s hand, as he had stopped jerking his cock.
He felt Draco smirk against his skin. He moved his hand from his cock, to his throat. "Do I?" he asked, his voice husky.
Oh fuck! Harry thought. He whimpered as Draco tightened his grip awaiting a response. "D-Do whatever you want to me.." breathed Harry as he squirmed in anticipation under his touch.
"Fuck!" Draco growled out, before he pulled himself off of Harry, making his way onto unsteady feet. "Bed. Now." Draco said pointing inaccurately towards Harry’s bedroom and blinking drunkenly at him.
Harry bit his lip to keep in a laugh and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, dragging him into his bedroom as he had high suspicions that Draco couldn’t make it there on his own.
When Harry made it into his bedroom, Draco kissed him, divesting Harry of his shirt and yanking his pyjama pants to the floor.
He wore the most beautiful navy blue quarter-zip and Harry took it by the hem, gently pulling it over his head. Draco frowned at him.
"What?" Harry asked, gently caressing his cheek.
"I’m supposed to be doing the stripping," he said, pouting.
This time Harry actually let out a chuckle before he pulled him into a kiss. He held his face tightly between his hands and Draco moaned into his lips, falling slightly against him.
Harry caught him and kissed him deeply, before he moved to his trousers to undo his belt and buttons. He pushed his jeans down his legs and Draco kicked them off, moaning as he grabbed Harry’s face.
They kissed roughly, and then Harry dropped to his knees, kissing Draco’s cock through his briefs.
Draco moaned loudly, and, almost lost his footing, but he took a handful of Harry’s hair and yanked his head back so he’d be staring into molten silver.
"Get on the fucking bed."
Harry gulped, caught under his gaze. "Y-Yes, sir."
Draco threw his head back in a moan and released Harry’s hair, roughly. "Now."
Harry moaned and nearly fell over trying to get onto the bed. He settled in the middle on his back and waited.
"Close your eyes."
Harry had to fight the urge to moan. He felt his cock struggling hard against his briefs. Draco hadn’t really been very dominant since they first started hooking up; Harry forgot how much he liked it.
This was different though. Draco was in charge this time. And Harry felt he would do just about anything he asked.
Harry felt the bed dip to his right. He felt soft lips on his right thigh and a hand gently caressing his left. Harry made a small sound, and resisted the need to grind his hips.
Draco suddenly shoved his face into Harry’s groin, inhaling and kissing him deeply, gripping both thighs at the crevice between them and his pelvis.
"Draco!" Harry moaned, his eyes opening to look down at him.
Draco was looking at him. He pulled off of him slightly. "Eyes. Closed." he said boring straight into Harry’s green eyes.
Harry felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and his eye lids fluttered shut in a moan. He nodded quickly to show Draco he understood and Draco kissed his cock.
"Good boy."
Harry moaned out loud.
Fuck.
"That’s right, let me hear you. All of you," Draco breathed against his skin, moving his mouth to kiss his hipbones and over his belly button.
Harry whimpered. He felt so much need build up right then, coiled hot in his belly, making him lose any ounce of inhibition he may have had.
Draco continued kissing up his stomach, then to his chest, wrapping his lips around Harry’s perked nipple and sucking gently.
Harry gasped out a breath, "Yes," he breathed.
He felt Draco chuckle against him. Then he kissed up his neck to Harry ear. "Do you want me to show you how much you mean to me?"
Harry moaned out. "Yes," his voice more breath than anything else. "Please sir."
Draco growled. "Fucking hell Harry. Keep that up and I’ll be coming in my pants."
Harry bit his lip. "Sorry sir," he said, trying to be a bit cheeky, a small smile painting his lips.
Draco let out a breathy chuckle, and Harry opened his eyes to look at him.
Draco’s eyes went dark. His hand wrapped around Harry’s throat. "What did I tell you?"
Harry whimpered. "I want to see you, sir."
Harry watched the effect he was having on Draco play over his face. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he bit his lip, most certainly to stop a moan.
Then he opened his eyes and Harry watched them harden. Harry swallowed, with a bit of difficulty, and his breath quickened.
"Draco," he moaned just watching it happen.
Draco tightened his grip. He stared directly into Harry’s gaze and Harry knew Draco could tell how far gone he was underneath him.
Harry whimpered. "Draco, please. Please sir."
"Close. Your. Eyes."
His grip tightened slightly. It was getting difficult to breath. Harry whined, his stubbornness rearing its ugly head.
"Close them."
Harry glowered at him and then finally closed his eyes, pouting.
He felt Draco’s demeanour soften. He let go of Harry and bent to kiss from his neck to his ear. "I’ll let you open them. If you’re a good boy. Is that understood?"
Harry groaned, but nodded anyway, his thoughts practically being lost as Draco moved to the other side of his neck, kissing him slowly and gently.
He felt his soft lips pressed against him, leaving behind a fire over Harry’s skin in their wake. Harry squirmed slightly, all the sensations driving him mad.
Harry tried to remind patient, he tried as best as he could, but the need to feel him was taking over. Draco was still kissing his neck and Harry tangled his hands into his hair, holding him against him and adjusting to entwine his legs in his.
Moaning, Draco sucked on Harry’s neck, most definitely leaving a hickey before he laved the sensitive area with his tongue and Harry mewled before Draco sunk his teeth into Harry’s flesh.
"Draco!" Harry moaned. "Fuck baby!"
"Fuck," Draco groaned in response, breaking free of Harry’s grasp and kissing down his chest.
Harry moaned as his did so, his hips bucking automatically in anticipation for what he hoped was to come.
Draco kissed down to his cock, hooking his fingers underneath his briefs and yanking them down swiftly.
"Draco!" Harry moaned.
He forced his eyes to stay closed even though he wanted more than anything to watch the blond over his cock.
Draco licked up his shaft, kissing sensually around the head, and cupped his bollocks gently. Harry mewled, his hips gravitating towards Draco. He kissed all around his groin, before running his tongue against Harry’s velvety flesh again.
He took his cock into his mouth and moaned around Harry’s thick member, taking it as deep as he could.
"Draco! Please sir, please let me see you!" Harry begged.
Draco just moaned around his cock, before bobbing faster, swirling his tongue all over his turgid member. Harry bucked his hips desperately.
"Please Draco!"
He pulled off of his cock for a moment to breath out, "Patience love, I just want you to feel this." And then he was over his cock again, sucking it as if his life depended on it.
Harry reluctantly listened to him, throwing his head back against the pillow, just reveling in the feeling of Draco’s tongue against his cock, making him feel more and more desperate to touch him. To be inside him. To hold him tightly in his arms and never let go, telling him over and over again that he loved him.
Draco swallowed around his cock and Harry moaned audaciously, thrusting his hips upwards and pushing his cock further down Draco’s throat. "Holy fuck Draco!" he cried. "You feel so fucking good!"
Draco grabbed his hips and pinned him down, pulling off of his cock. Harry gasped out in surprise. "Get on your hands and knees," he commanded.
Harry obliged instantaneously, moving awkwardly and quickly to get on all fours. Almost immediately, Draco’s face was pressed against his arse, kissing and lapping at his entrance.
Harry’s eyes shot open as he was caught off guard, moaning as his tongue penetrated him. "Fucking Merlin Draco!" he ground out.
Draco groaned in response, the vibrations sending a chill down Harry’s back. He grabbed under the curve of Harry’s arse and squeezed tightly, making Harry fall forward onto his chest, moaning into the pillow.
Draco pulled away, slapping Harry once and before Harry had a chance to recover or react, inserted a cool, lubed finger through his tight ring of muscle.
"Oh.. gods," Harry screamed into the pillow, his hips bucking automatically in response, grinding against Draco’s hand. "Draco! Sweet mother of Merlin. Don’t stop!" He cried out as Draco added another finger.
Draco wrapped his arm around Harry’s thighs, hugging him tight to him so he could properly fuck Harry with his fingers, his arm brushing gently against his cock. His fingers slammed into Harry’s prostate and Harry jerked forward, stars starting to form behind his eyelids as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
He gripped the pillow and the sheets tightly in his fists, his knuckles almost paper white as he held on for dear life, trying to keep his impending climax as bay. "Draco! Draco fuck!"
Draco started scissoring his fingers, making Harry moan as his need grew stronger. Draco groaned, rubbing his suddenly bare cock against Harry’s thigh for friction.
Harry felt he was near the brink of insanity. Draco kept pushing against his prostate and he needed more. He was being pushed closer and closer to falling over the edge without enough friction for him to actually do so.
Draco added a third finger and Harry screamed out his name desperately. "Draco, holy fucking hell!" He began shamelessly fucking himself against Draco’s fingers, feeling a slight sting, crying out moans and begging Draco to make him come.
He felt his breath catch in his chest as Draco removed his fingers and deftly flipped Harry onto his back. Draco was over him in a second, kissing his lips and moaning against his mouth as their tongues twisted together in a frenzied passion.
They’re cocks rocked together, and Harry felt himself nearing the edge. "D-Draco! I’m so fucking close!"
"Harry!" Draco was suddenly at his ear. "Harry, I want you," he breathed out gently.
It took Harry a second for him to realize what he meant. "Wha-what?" he asked, his voice wavering with shortness of breath.
"I want to fuck you, love," he said against his ear, kissing his neck gently following his words.
Words that tingled through Harry’s entire body, lighting his senses on fire as his breath caught in his chest and his mouth fell open in a gasp.
"If you’re ready" he added, likely having felt Harry tense up slightly.
Harry kept in a moan. He was ready. He was absolutely ready, but Draco was drunk.
"Draco," Harry said softly, taking hold of his biceps and lifting him up lightly. Draco followed easily, willingly, his puppy-like state returning almost instantly.
"D-Did I upset you?" he asked, while sitting up on Harry’s stomach, his hands resting against Harry’s chest.
"No!" Harry propped himself onto his elbows. "Not at all baby," he resolved, bringing up a hand to caress his cheek. "And, I think I’m ready for that."
He watched Draco’s eyes widen slightly.
"But-"
"But what?" asked Draco, suddenly seeming very nervous.
Harry quickly sat up, adjusting Draco so he was sitting in his lap. He kissed him fully, holding his face between his hands. "It’s nothing bad love. I promise you."
Harry watched his eyes widen yet again when Harry called him love, seemingly surprised, even though Harry had done it a few times already after realizing his feelings for him. Draco nodded, taking Harry’s hands in his.
"It’s just, you’re a bit drunk. I want to make sure you’re actually ready for this as well," he said gently, rubbing his thumb endearingly over Draco’s hand.
Draco looked down between their hands for a moment. He nodded slightly, almost minuscule.
"Draco?" Harry asked, his hand cupping the side of his face so he could look at him.
Draco held his gaze and Harry thought maybe he was going to cry. He looked.. sad.
"What, love?" he asked him, pulling his face closer.
Draco bit his lip, seemingly nervous.
"Draco.. Are you ready for that?"
Draco felt small and gave Harry a slight shrug, looking down at his lap again.
"Baby talk to me," said Harry, feeling a tightness in his chest.
He took a deep breath and then held Harry’s hand tighter. "There’s something I haven’t told you," he said quietly, still not looking at him.
Harry tried his hardest to remain calm, not having any idea where he was going with this. He took his free hand and rubbed Draco’s arm reassuringly.
"I know that I, um, sound like I’ve had a lot of experience, like I’ve been with a lot of men. I know that in the past I’ve insinuated that I wanted to fuck you, and I did, I-I.. do," he breathed out and Harry felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest. "But, I.. I’ve never actually, done that," he paused looking up at Harry. "Topped I mean."
Harry contained any shock he felt. He had genuinely thought Draco had been a switch, or at least topped enough to know he wanted to fuck Harry. But then he thought about it. Before their first time, Draco had wanted Harry to fuck him and he had only mentioned any form of the opposite once or twice, not counting tonight. And the first time he hadn’t said he wanted to do that, just that he had thought about and the other, just seemed as a way to tease Harry, to get him in the mood. Tonight though, he had told him directly and Harry wondered, if the alcohol gave him the courage, or if he actually felt ready.
"Draco," he started off softly. "That’s okay I don’t care about what you’ve done or haven’t done. I don’t care if you never want to do that, or if you wanna do it all the time. I just care that you’re ready, and that you’re comfortable," he assured him, gazing deeply into nervous silver pools. Draco nodded lightly. "You’ve never done that before?"
Draco shook his head. "No, not exactly," but then he stopped. "Well, um, technically that’s not true.
"After Hogwarts I met a man. He was a bit older than me, and I didn’t really know what I was doing. He was a bottom and he tried to show me how to top. I did everything he told me too and started fucking him, but it didn’t feel right. It felt off. I really just think I wasn’t ready for anything that night, it had been the first time I had done anything more than kiss a boy," he paused, sighing slightly. "He was a muggle, and I was nervous, and I-I was only inside him for about three minutes, but I stopped and pulled out. I mumbled some bs about having to leave and that I was sorry and rushed out of the room half naked, apparating home once I got in the hall. He was probably right bloody confused by that. But I never saw him again, and I stayed away from muggle clubs for a while," he finished biting his lip awaiting Harry’s reaction.
"What an arsehole," Harry said in disbelief, feeling the anger rise in him steadily as he imagined Draco young and confused and vulnerable only to be used by a fucking prick. "What a bloody fucking prick. I swear to Merlin if I could find him no-"
"Harry," he said with a laugh. "Harry it’s okay. I may not have been ready then, but it helped me afterwards. I didn’t let anyone push me and I knew what I wanted. For a while sure, I was down about myself, but I’m not against topping, I just wanted to find someone I’d want to do that with. And I did. Every time I’ve mentioned it to you I’ve wanted to. It’s all just talk, really, but I know you’re the one I want to do it with. I think I’m ready, but you need to be ready too, and I want to do it when it’s the right time and-"
Harry silenced him with a kiss, holding his face gently, unable to stop himself from smiling.
When Harry pulled away he saw Draco blush, smiling shyly. "What?"
"Are you still drunk, love?" asked Harry.
Draco chuckled, "Um, I’m coming down a bit, sex usually tends to sober me out. That and you scaring the bloody bollocks off of me when you sat me up after I said that."
Harry laughed harder than he should have. "I’m sorry," he said, rubbing Draco’s arm when he glared at him, then kissed him gently. "You were quite sloshed you know," said Harry, smiling.
"Oh shove off!" Draco said pushing him playfully. "The three of you acted like I was a child," he continued, with no malice in his voice.
Harry bit his lip. "Baby, you started kissing my neck right in front of them."
"Told you I wasn’t afraid of public sex," he quipped back.
Harry watched Draco bite his lip and suddenly something came over him.
He tackled Draco onto his back. "Oh, so you wanna be a cheeky bastard? Hm?" said Harry, deviously, peering down into his eyes.
Draco gulped. "Merlin, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he breathed out.
Harry smirked down at him, before he thought about what Draco told him. He kissed him deeply. "I’m sorry about what happened," said Harry softly.
Draco reached up a finger to push Harry’s hair out of his face. "Don’t be love, it taught me to wait for the right person. For you," he said gently, cupping Harry’s cheek.
"You’re amazing, did you know that?"
"I might’ve," he boasted bodaciously.
Harry felt himself swoon. "Merlin above, how did I get so lucky?"
Draco blushed. "How did I?"
Harry leaned forward and kissed him, passionately, deeply, his hand coming to cradle his head and bring him closer to his mouth.
"Did you want to skip out on sex tonight?" Harry asked, pulling away.
Draco gave him an incredulous look.
Harry laughed, "Alright, I’m sorry I even suggested that."
His blond lover smiled up at him. "You should be. Now fuck me to make up for it," he said, in that diplomatic tone of his.
Harry actually fell onto Draco laughing, before his laughs turned to kisses, then his kisses turned to moans. It was a surreal feeling being in love. Really in love that was. Not just with the idea of someone, or the attention, but with a person. Everything they did just felt perfect, perfectly imperfect in their own way and that’s what made them so special.
Draco was perfect. His moans, his grip in Harry’s hair as he went down on him, preparing him and making him squirm. His perfectly imperfect hair and his adoring and possessive personality. It was all perfect.
When he was properly stretched, when he was practically begging for Harry, begging to be conjoined as one in an act of love, Harry plunged into him, feeling bliss surround him as he entered, Draco moaning out Harry’s name in ecstasy.
He pounded into the blond below him, making him mewl and whimper and claw at Harry in urgency as Harry brought him closer and closer to the brink of euphoria. He was beautiful. His face flushed a deep pink and his lips were red and swollen, so wantonly expressing his need for Harry in every way.
Harry wanted to tell him. He wanted to scream his love to the rooftops. He wanted to tell Draco that he loved him more than he ever thought possible and that there was nothing he could do to change that.
And as Draco came between their stomachs, their lips locked together in frenzied tandem, his tight channel squeezing around his prick so deliciously, pulling moans from the two men collectively, and Harry following suit behind him, his orgasm shaking through his entire body..
He knew that there was nothing in this world that would make him give this up.

AHH!! I hope you guys enjoyed!!! Harry’s in love, can you guess who else is too?
This chapter was super difficult for me to write. I think I started it in the beginning of January and I’ve only just finished it. I love it in a lot of ways, but I wasn’t in love with it, so I really hope you guys liked it.

So, now for some explaining…
One of the reasons it took me a while to start writing again, is, unfortunately, because of a death in my family. It was only the start of school (and I was somehow taking 8 classes) so I was overwhelmed with everything else as well. I literally had 12 hour days full of school and work, and with all the extra stress, it led to a break-up. My bf and I were long distance and had almost been together for five years. I was and am really sad about it, but it was what was best for me at the time. I can only hope things will work out in the future as we’re young and have to figure ourselves out anyway. So, I was not in the lovey-dovey writing mood, nor did I have the time even if I wanted to. (College is hard 😫) I am so sorry, because I love writing and I miss my fav reviewers (and story-tellers). Oh and to boot my computer broke on the second to last day of finals 😭 so I’ve been all break without a computer trying to write this story. I cannot promise a firm updating schedule, although I think I am going to add to Ambushed, and I’m eventually starting a new story! One I’ve been mentioning since the summer. I’ve been playing around with it, but I’m not 100% happy with it as it’s not coming out exactly as I want. My plan with that one is to write at least a majority of it before posting it, so I can update more regularly. (Hint, it’s a classic roommate story ;) (but I want to get a majority of this done first)) As for this little number you’re reading right now - I’ve got some angsty stuff in store, but it will be a happy ending for our Drarry couple and it won’t be too bad, just a little twist. I was planning on making this about 20-25 chapters, I might make it longer, or add a second part when they’re older, but we shall see. I hope you guys stick around, and I hope y’all will think it was worth it!

Smile317 - HI SMILE! ❤️ I hope you’ve had a good past few months, and I’m really glad you liked that last chapter. You’re the sweetest. I love the idea of kids too, isn’t it cute? Also thank you!! I’m so glad you like the banter because it’s makes me smile and I hope since you like it that means it makes you smile as well. And even though Harry’s realized his feelings, he still needs to tell Draco 😉 so pink is coming soon.
BooBack - OMG HI! ❤️ You’re too sweet! I hope everything has been great with you! (Loving the way your stories are coming btw) I’m glad you’re liking their more than liking hehehe, it makes me all warm and gushy too. And I like Theo also, I think he might end up playing a bigger role than I had originally anticipated, maybe I’ll put him with an OC, but we’ll see!
yourbestjudy - Hi! Your review made my day! I was actually in the middle of writing this chapter and having some really bad writers block, and then I saw this and got all giddy and it pushed me to keep going, so, in a lot of ways, you’re the reason this is done now and not this weekend. (Ty for the push lol) I’m really glad you like this story, I’ll try and update more frequently this semester! Thanks for such a kind review! ❤️
So for those of you who stuck with me, forgive me! I will update as soon as the next chapter is done. And QUESTION, would you prefer (hopefully more frequent) shorter chapters (5-6k words), or (hopefully) once a month updates with chapters my normal length (about 12k-15k words)? Pls lmk!
Until next time..
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