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All\'s Fair In Love And War	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fantasy Fulfilled

Harry Potter loves me.
Me, Draco Malfoy.
Unfuckingbelievable.
He told me on Valentines Day, after a romantic dinner by candle light. We drank wine and danced. I told him that I thought he was avoiding me, and he told me loved me. It was the most incredible feeling. I can't even describe it. Just... completely overwhelming.
You�d think it would be cliché, but with Harry, it wasn�t.
The Room of Requirement is amazing. No sooner had the thought of making love to Harry entered my mind when this ... sumptuous bed appeared. It was an enormous canopied thing with black silk sheets and pillows everywhere.
Quite similar to my own bed back at the Manor.
I stripped Harry as we made our way toward it. I'm not even sure if he was aware of it's presence until I laid him back on it.
I had to stop and stare at him then. I could hardly breathe.
Harry Potter.
Naked.
On silk sheets.
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
It then occurred to me that if looking at him was this good, touching him would be even better. I don't even remember taking my clothes off. Being pressed against Harry, naked skin to naked skin for the first time is something I will never forget if I live to be a thousand years old.
I told him that I thought he was beautiful. I told him that I wanted him.
He told me he was mine, and that he loved me.
Sweeter words have never been spoken. Not to me.
He gave himself to me completely. He abandoned himself to my touches, laid naked and aroused beneath me as I explored every inch of him. With my hands and my mouth I worshiped him. I tasted the skin of his throat, his tight pebbled nipples, I played in his navel with my tongue as he whimpered and moaned. But it wasn't until I finally slid my lips over that gorgeous cock of his that he cried out my name.
I'm far from virginal, I've been with both males and females, but nothing ever felt as good, as right, as when I buried myself deep into Harry's body. It felt like he were made for and me alone. Just... perfect.
Every fantasy I had ever had about making love with Harry paled in the face of this reality. Every whisper of my name from his lips had me reeling, every moan and sigh of pleasure he made as I moved within him drove my arousal to higher peaks. His hands on my skin and his teeth in my shoulder as he clenched hard around me was finally my undoing and I could only pray that there were silencing wards in place as I screamed my completion.
I awoke in his arms the next morning.
His soft breath on my neck as he slumbered was enough to move me to tears.
I�d slept with many, but I�d only woken with one.
My Harry.
We haven't hidden what we are to each other. I'd yell it from the highest tower if I could. Harry loves me, and I love him. Nothing will ever change that. He is mine, finally, and I want the whole world to know.
He held my hand as we walked through the halls after we left the room. He kissed me goodbye when we parted to go to our respective dorms to shower and change. He sat with me during breakfast an hour later. At my table no less.
The school has been in a tizzy of whispered rumours. Some think I've hexed Harry into caring for me, others think he did something to me. The Hufflepuffs already have us married and planning a family.
I could care less what they think. I know the truth.
We spent the afternoon out by the lake, sitting beneath our tree just happy to be able to hold hands, to kiss, and to be in love. If I died tomorrow, my only regret would be leaving Harry to face the Dark Lord alone.
Right now though, at this very minute, Voldemort, the future, the war and everything it entails are the furthest things from my mind. Harry has just come into the room and like everything other time I've seen him, I lose all track of my thoughts.
We chose this old classroom together. The Room of Requirement is great, but too many people now know of it�s existence to be assured of privacy. That and the fact that it would be the first place Weasley would come looking for us if he wanted to make trouble.
Harry smiles at me as he closes the door behind him. His robe is undone and he shrugs out of it as he crosses the room toward me. I stand to meet him and pull him into my arms.
As his lips close over mine, I hear a noise in the hallway, but it is quickly forgotten as Harry kisses across my jaw, up to my ear and whispers, "I love you, Draco. Let me love you?"
I can only nod my head in response. I've been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it, ever since the night I saw Harry with Zabini.
He undresses me slowly, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. I tremble as my shirt slides down my arms, falling to lay puddled on the floor behind me.
Harry slowly drops to his knees, his fingers making short work of my trouser fastenings. Before I can blink, he has me bared to the ankles, his tongue licking a wet path up my thigh.
I can�t help but moan as he looks up at me, his green eyes peeking up at be from beneath his mop of shaggy hair. He grins at me, a sexy, slight twist of his lips and I almost lose my composure.
�Hop up on the desk, Draco,� he whispers huskily and with shaky arms I manage to pull myself up and back until I am in position.
I feel my shoes being pulled off, my trousers slide to the floor and then Harry is standing before me, his hands on my spread thighs and his eyes boring into my own. He is giving me one last chance to back out, to let him know I�m not ready for this.
He doesn�t realize that I�ve been wanting this since I saw him with Blaise. That I�d been fantasizing about this since I was fifteen and realized I fancied boys as well as girls. That sometimes, I would close my eyes and see his face in my mind as my lover of the week plundered my body.
But that was then.
This is now.
Reality has never looked so good.
Once, I stood in a doorway and watched as Harry looked down at another with love in his eyes wishing I was there in his place. That I was the one sprawled beneath him, the object of such lust, desire and love.
Now that I am here, where I�ve always dreamed of being, I will never give this up. I will kill Voldemort myself if I have to. Anything to keep Harry safe, and with me.
Green eyes shine with anticipation, and I can keep him waiting no more.
"Yes, Harry. Love me," I whisper before submitting myself to him completely.
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