A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 15: Make Me Feel
Chapter Number/Total: 15/44
Chapter Title: Make Me Feel
Words: 2660 Words
Harry had taken to smirking at his pyjamas every time he saw them. He thought it was strange to do so since the pyjamas weren't actually, well, alive, but he couldn't help it. He felt he had beaten them, since he didn't have to wear them at all when he got into bed anymore. He was allowed to go starkers in his own home, and feel up his own boyfriend's body, and, Merlin, it was nice. He smirked at the pyjamas right then as he was putting his jeans away, then shut the drawer and climbed into bed next to Draco – naked of course.
Draco had settled into their bed with that little wiggle he did as he got comfortable. He arched an eyebrow at Harry. "What's that smirk for?" he asked.
Harry turned his head and let out a snort. "Nothing really," he said. Draco would probably think him mad for smirking at pyjamas.
Draco gave him a suspicious look and then stretched, catlike, sighing contentedly.
Harry watched the movements of those long, lean muscles and licked his lips without really even realising it. "Tired?" he asked, smirking again.
Draco knew that question and what it meant. He looked up, eyes meeting his lover's as he shook his head. "Not particularly," he said slowly.
Harry smiled at that sexy voice. "Want to ... do something?" he asked, letting the obvious suggestion flow through his words.
"Have something in mind?" Draco nearly purred.
Harry's eyes glittered with amusement and new arousal as he slid closer to Draco. "Well, you, of course," he said. And then, as he slid even closer, "Do you know what that voice does to me?"
Draco's eyes trailed down Harry's body and he arched his eyebrows again. He smirked at his lover's arousal. "I think I have some idea," he continued in that same voice.
Harry closed the distance between them, bringing his lips to Draco's throat. "Mmm, you drive me crazy," he half-whispered.
Draco hummed happily, hands sliding up his lover's sides and trembling at the feel of Harry's skin.
Harry played his tongue along Draco's flesh, under his chin and then up over it. He kissed Draco's lips, pressing a hand to his back and moving it slowly lower.
Draco made that little noise Harry loved so much as he gasped into his lover's kiss and touch.
Harry moaned quietly, kissing and licking Draco's throat again, from where that glorious sound had come. He slipped a finger into the cleft of Draco's arse, moving it to tease his entrance.
Draco bent one leg so that he could be spread open for his lover. He shivered in that odd combination of pleasure and fear that still accompanied being touched there. "Yes," he encouraged, not wanting Harry to stop.
Harry felt the small tense, as he usually did when he wasn't completely gone. He wanted to make Draco feel good. He wanted to make him feel better than good. He paused for a small moment, frowning only slightly, before he smiled and said in a husky whisper, "You want to be sort of done up the arse?"
"Sort of?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow yet again. "You going to fuck me, baby?"
Harry gave a long, suggestive lick to Draco's skin. "Sure," he said, quirking an eyebrow himself.
Draco smiled, moaning as Harry licked him. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry pressed his mouth to Draco's ear then. "Lie on your stomach with a pillow under your hips," he whispered.
The command sent a shiver down Draco's spine as he remembered his own words to Harry that first time. He trembled, but more with the wonderful memory than with fear now. He nodded and rolled over onto his hands and knees, reaching to pull the pillow down and under him.
Harry raised himself up, spreading his fingers over the skin of Draco's back as he drew his hands down to his arse. "Spread your legs," he whispered.
That creeping chill went over his skin when Draco did, and he clutched the bedding with his fingers, hoping it would pass. He hadn't been in this position since ....
"Love you, baby," Harry said soothingly once he had felt another slight tense. He knew exactly why Draco was tensing and he hoped it wasn't stupid of him to attempt this. "Remember that first time?" he said as he crawled slowly into position. "Merlin, no one had ever made me feel that good before."
Draco focused on the memory Harry's voice inspired. "Yes. You asked what I'd had if I had never had a cock up my arse," he said, smiling.
"Mmhm," Harry hummed, smiling too as he kneaded Draco's flesh. "And then you showed me exactly what you meant." He bent and placed an open-mouthed kiss on Draco's arse cheek.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "Showed you. Made love to you with my mouth first." He spread his legs wider without even having to think about it as the warmth of that memory, as well as Harry's kiss, seemed to dispel the cold again.
"Mmm, yes you did," Harry agreed huskily, kissing and licking some more as he took his time. "You completely shocked me. There I was, having hardly even touched there before and you were tonguing me. I thought I would burst from being so turned on."
Draco smiled, licking his lips at the memory. "I had never imagined you could be so ... wanton," he admitted.
"Your tongue made me that way," Harry breathed, swiping his over Draco's entrance.
Draco felt his body quiver with pleasure and he moaned with it. "You going to make me beg for it?" he asked, hopefully.
"You do sound so pretty when you beg," Harry said, smirking as he breathed over the hole an inch from his mouth.
Draco shivered again. "Please, use that tongue. Make love to me with it," he moaned.
Harry shivered too, almost completely unable to resist Draco's voice. Merlin, it was a kink for him. He shook his head, swiping his tongue again. "Pretty," he repeated.
Draco lifted his arse higher, face pressed to the bed, and mewed. He did – probably looking and sounding more like a cat than ever. All he knew was that he had to have more.
Harry's mouth actually went a bit slack for a moment. Oh, God. Oh, God, anything. Anything to hear that again, to get Draco to arch like that again. He flicked his tongue over his lover's entrance repeatedly, pressing his face forward.
Draco arched once more, getting further up on his knees. The position, with his arse so high and legs spread, would probably have been uncomfortable if he hadn't been so aroused. He whimpered shamelessly, begging for "more."
Harry spread Draco far apart with his hands, panting as he moved to press his tongue inside, wanting to give Draco absolutely anything he asked for. Merlin, as long as he used that fucking voice.
The warmth that spread from Harry's tongue inside his sensitive opening was so much that Draco felt as if his body were on fire. "Baby, pleeeassseee," he begged, shaking.
Harry thought he might come just from that. He pulled back, still licking between the words as he asked, "Please ... what?" in a raspy, deep voice.
Words were difficult, given how aroused Draco was. "Your tongue, inside me," he managed, whimpering when Harry pulled away.
Harry groaned. "Anything," he breathed, moving forward and pressing inside again. He went at Draco as hard as he could with his tongue. His lips and chin, and even his nose was getting wet, but all he could think about were the sounds spilling from Draco's mouth.
Draco whimpered and moaned, lost in the sensations. His cock hung heavy and dripping between his legs, his arse arched so high that only the head of his length brushed the pillow as he squirmed.
Harry licked and sucked and moaned, moving his hips restlessly as if he were fucking there too. He pulled his tongue back for a second time. "Should I fuck you, baby?" he asked, his voice still raspy. He sucked him again. "Slide my cock inside you?"
Draco's moan was loud then and he was panting. "Oh, please," he begged, "please fuck me."
Harry still sucked, pulling away for a second to Summon lube and then resuming the sucking. He slicked himself quickly, his heart picking up more speed as he wondered if Draco would want to do it in his current position. After one last, long lick, he raised up again and moved close behind Draco, not yet making any move to push inside.
"Please!" Draco begged again, drawing out the word and wiggling his arse. "I want you inside, deep inside," he added, making his desire clear.
Harry groaned. "Yes," he answered, taking his cock in hand to press forward and gently breach his lover. His whole body tensed then as he nearly came as quick as a virgin, but bloody fucking hell he was going to make it last.
Draco was panting and making those strange little noises again as he felt his lover stretching and filling him. "Yes, yes, Harry," he gasped, trembling again.
Harry slid the rest of the way inside, still listening to Draco and feeling like he might die from the sexiness. He laid both hands in the small of Draco's long, pale back, caressing the dimples there as he began to thrust.
Draco rocked with those thrusts, meeting each one. This wasn't at all like ... what had happened. He felt such a part of Harry and a participant in what they were doing, that the fear seemed unable to take hold now. Draco abandoned himself to the act of making love with Harry.
Harry let his head fall back as he rotated his hips, panting in short puffs of breath. He was sweating, and his hands were slipping on Draco's back, and their skin was sticking slightly every time they came together – and it was perfect. He never wanted it to stop.
At moments like this, all awkwardness or indecision was gone. Their bodies felt like they moved together in perfect harmony. Draco's body and soul felt filled by Harry. Sweat ran down his sides and his hair was sticking to his face as he pressed one cheek to the bed, hands still gripping the sheets for purchase.
As Draco had done to him, Harry gently lowered himself across Draco's back, feeling himself getting very close again. He gripped the sheets right next to Draco's hands, holding on tight as they rocked together.
Harry's weight on him might have felt confining. Yet, instead, it felt comforting. Full skin contact was something they both relished, and the pressure pushed Draco's hips down enough that every thrust was now pushing his cock into the pillow beneath him, causing even more lovely friction. He moaned loudly, knowing it would not be long before he came.
Harry gasped against Draco's shoulder blade, where his face was pressed. He shuddered, his sac tightening, his cock twitching, and then he was coming. He was coming gloriously, and moaning, and holding the sheets even tighter. "Baby, yes!" he shouted, or at least tried to shout. He wasn't sure how it came out.
Pressed between his lover's shuddering body and the damp pillow, Draco thrashed, coming then as his own body seemed to overload with sensation. His cries were entirely incoherent.
Harry's arms shook as he tried to hold himself up through his orgasm. He had to gently lower himself down to Draco's body, but then moved sideways, pulling Draco tightly tucked against him.
Draco floated in the euphoria of his orgasm and Harry's arms. He sighed happily, his own hands coming down to rest on the arms of his lover where he held him.
Harry smiled, his face pressed alongside Draco's. "Merlin, you are ... That was ... Merlin," he panted.
Draco reached for one of Harry's hands and pulled it up to his chest, pressing it there. "It isn't only my body you fill," he whispered, "you fill my heart."
Harry ached in a very good way at those words and let himself feel Draco's heartbeat under his hand. "Oh, I love you," he whispered back. "So much."
Talking about filling him brought up other thoughts for Draco. He didn't know if it was the right time to bring it up. After lying in Harry's arms for little while, he looked back over his shoulder at him, smiling. "It will be my birthday soon," he said softly.
Harry smiled at him. "Yes," he said. "Nineteen."
"So, do I get to pick what we do on my birthday?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
Harry's smile turned into a grin. "Why, certainly," he answered.
"Well," Draco nearly purred again, "I have something I want to try. I ... I've created a new potion."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You mean you actually might show me a product of your top-secret potion making?" he said.
Draco grinned, shifting a little on to his back so he could watch Harry's face more easily. "That is the idea," he said. "Though, I am nervous about whether or not you will want to do this."
Harry frowned confusedly. "Nervous?" he asked. "Why? What is it?"
Draco was still smiling. "First, I have a question for you and I want you to really think about it."
"Well," Harry said, "I'll try as hard as I can in my fantastic orgasm-induced state." He smiled.
Draco chuckled, knowing it was probably manipulative as hell to press this now. He smirked. "What do you think I would look like if I was a girl?" he asked, and waited for the reaction.
Harry blinked a few times and waited for Draco to say more or ... something, only ... he didn't. "Um, a girl?" he asked confusedly.
"Well, you do like girls too, right?" Draco asked. "So do you think you'd still find me attractive if I was a girl?"
"Well ..." Harry said slowly. "I guess so ..." But he had no idea if that was the right answer. If someone told him he'd make a pretty girl, well, he might grow some facial hair or something.
Draco laughed at the look on Harry's face. "Well, I was wondering what it would feel like. To have a woman's body – just temporarily, to try it."
Harry's eyes widened. "That – Is that – That's the potion you made?" he asked.
Draco rolled his eyes but nodded. He loved the look on Harry's face.
Harry flushed. "Oh," he said. He thought if he hadn't just come, his cock might have stirred. He wondered if he was strange for that.
Draco arched an eyebrow again. "You want to fuck me like that?"
Harry swallowed. "You ... really made that?" he said. "Really want to try it?"
"I did and I want to try it for my birthday," Draco said, voice lower as he thought of how it might feel.
"You would get ... like ... tits and everything?" Harry asked, trying to picture Draco with them. It was an odd picture, because Draco had the broad shoulders of a man, and a long torso, and long ... man legs. He was tall. But, maybe, he really would look rather good as a girl. After all, Narcissa was quite beautiful. He tried to picture her a little more pointy and wondered what her body under her clothes would look like, and then he flushed very brightly, because he was picturing Draco's mother naked.
"Everything," Draco whispered hotly, watching his lover's face with interest.
Harry swallowed again, meeting Draco's eyes. "I suppose ... it's worth a try," he said finally. Oh, Merlin's shorts, he'd just agreed to turn his boyfriend into a woman.
Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss Harry again. "It will be hot and fun," he said.
Harry returned the kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Definitely interesting."
Chapter Title: Make Me Feel
Words: 2660 Words
Harry had taken to smirking at his pyjamas every time he saw them. He thought it was strange to do so since the pyjamas weren't actually, well, alive, but he couldn't help it. He felt he had beaten them, since he didn't have to wear them at all when he got into bed anymore. He was allowed to go starkers in his own home, and feel up his own boyfriend's body, and, Merlin, it was nice. He smirked at the pyjamas right then as he was putting his jeans away, then shut the drawer and climbed into bed next to Draco – naked of course.
Draco had settled into their bed with that little wiggle he did as he got comfortable. He arched an eyebrow at Harry. "What's that smirk for?" he asked.
Harry turned his head and let out a snort. "Nothing really," he said. Draco would probably think him mad for smirking at pyjamas.
Draco gave him a suspicious look and then stretched, catlike, sighing contentedly.
Harry watched the movements of those long, lean muscles and licked his lips without really even realising it. "Tired?" he asked, smirking again.
Draco knew that question and what it meant. He looked up, eyes meeting his lover's as he shook his head. "Not particularly," he said slowly.
Harry smiled at that sexy voice. "Want to ... do something?" he asked, letting the obvious suggestion flow through his words.
"Have something in mind?" Draco nearly purred.
Harry's eyes glittered with amusement and new arousal as he slid closer to Draco. "Well, you, of course," he said. And then, as he slid even closer, "Do you know what that voice does to me?"
Draco's eyes trailed down Harry's body and he arched his eyebrows again. He smirked at his lover's arousal. "I think I have some idea," he continued in that same voice.
Harry closed the distance between them, bringing his lips to Draco's throat. "Mmm, you drive me crazy," he half-whispered.
Draco hummed happily, hands sliding up his lover's sides and trembling at the feel of Harry's skin.
Harry played his tongue along Draco's flesh, under his chin and then up over it. He kissed Draco's lips, pressing a hand to his back and moving it slowly lower.
Draco made that little noise Harry loved so much as he gasped into his lover's kiss and touch.
Harry moaned quietly, kissing and licking Draco's throat again, from where that glorious sound had come. He slipped a finger into the cleft of Draco's arse, moving it to tease his entrance.
Draco bent one leg so that he could be spread open for his lover. He shivered in that odd combination of pleasure and fear that still accompanied being touched there. "Yes," he encouraged, not wanting Harry to stop.
Harry felt the small tense, as he usually did when he wasn't completely gone. He wanted to make Draco feel good. He wanted to make him feel better than good. He paused for a small moment, frowning only slightly, before he smiled and said in a husky whisper, "You want to be sort of done up the arse?"
"Sort of?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow yet again. "You going to fuck me, baby?"
Harry gave a long, suggestive lick to Draco's skin. "Sure," he said, quirking an eyebrow himself.
Draco smiled, moaning as Harry licked him. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry pressed his mouth to Draco's ear then. "Lie on your stomach with a pillow under your hips," he whispered.
The command sent a shiver down Draco's spine as he remembered his own words to Harry that first time. He trembled, but more with the wonderful memory than with fear now. He nodded and rolled over onto his hands and knees, reaching to pull the pillow down and under him.
Harry raised himself up, spreading his fingers over the skin of Draco's back as he drew his hands down to his arse. "Spread your legs," he whispered.
That creeping chill went over his skin when Draco did, and he clutched the bedding with his fingers, hoping it would pass. He hadn't been in this position since ....
"Love you, baby," Harry said soothingly once he had felt another slight tense. He knew exactly why Draco was tensing and he hoped it wasn't stupid of him to attempt this. "Remember that first time?" he said as he crawled slowly into position. "Merlin, no one had ever made me feel that good before."
Draco focused on the memory Harry's voice inspired. "Yes. You asked what I'd had if I had never had a cock up my arse," he said, smiling.
"Mmhm," Harry hummed, smiling too as he kneaded Draco's flesh. "And then you showed me exactly what you meant." He bent and placed an open-mouthed kiss on Draco's arse cheek.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "Showed you. Made love to you with my mouth first." He spread his legs wider without even having to think about it as the warmth of that memory, as well as Harry's kiss, seemed to dispel the cold again.
"Mmm, yes you did," Harry agreed huskily, kissing and licking some more as he took his time. "You completely shocked me. There I was, having hardly even touched there before and you were tonguing me. I thought I would burst from being so turned on."
Draco smiled, licking his lips at the memory. "I had never imagined you could be so ... wanton," he admitted.
"Your tongue made me that way," Harry breathed, swiping his over Draco's entrance.
Draco felt his body quiver with pleasure and he moaned with it. "You going to make me beg for it?" he asked, hopefully.
"You do sound so pretty when you beg," Harry said, smirking as he breathed over the hole an inch from his mouth.
Draco shivered again. "Please, use that tongue. Make love to me with it," he moaned.
Harry shivered too, almost completely unable to resist Draco's voice. Merlin, it was a kink for him. He shook his head, swiping his tongue again. "Pretty," he repeated.
Draco lifted his arse higher, face pressed to the bed, and mewed. He did – probably looking and sounding more like a cat than ever. All he knew was that he had to have more.
Harry's mouth actually went a bit slack for a moment. Oh, God. Oh, God, anything. Anything to hear that again, to get Draco to arch like that again. He flicked his tongue over his lover's entrance repeatedly, pressing his face forward.
Draco arched once more, getting further up on his knees. The position, with his arse so high and legs spread, would probably have been uncomfortable if he hadn't been so aroused. He whimpered shamelessly, begging for "more."
Harry spread Draco far apart with his hands, panting as he moved to press his tongue inside, wanting to give Draco absolutely anything he asked for. Merlin, as long as he used that fucking voice.
The warmth that spread from Harry's tongue inside his sensitive opening was so much that Draco felt as if his body were on fire. "Baby, pleeeassseee," he begged, shaking.
Harry thought he might come just from that. He pulled back, still licking between the words as he asked, "Please ... what?" in a raspy, deep voice.
Words were difficult, given how aroused Draco was. "Your tongue, inside me," he managed, whimpering when Harry pulled away.
Harry groaned. "Anything," he breathed, moving forward and pressing inside again. He went at Draco as hard as he could with his tongue. His lips and chin, and even his nose was getting wet, but all he could think about were the sounds spilling from Draco's mouth.
Draco whimpered and moaned, lost in the sensations. His cock hung heavy and dripping between his legs, his arse arched so high that only the head of his length brushed the pillow as he squirmed.
Harry licked and sucked and moaned, moving his hips restlessly as if he were fucking there too. He pulled his tongue back for a second time. "Should I fuck you, baby?" he asked, his voice still raspy. He sucked him again. "Slide my cock inside you?"
Draco's moan was loud then and he was panting. "Oh, please," he begged, "please fuck me."
Harry still sucked, pulling away for a second to Summon lube and then resuming the sucking. He slicked himself quickly, his heart picking up more speed as he wondered if Draco would want to do it in his current position. After one last, long lick, he raised up again and moved close behind Draco, not yet making any move to push inside.
"Please!" Draco begged again, drawing out the word and wiggling his arse. "I want you inside, deep inside," he added, making his desire clear.
Harry groaned. "Yes," he answered, taking his cock in hand to press forward and gently breach his lover. His whole body tensed then as he nearly came as quick as a virgin, but bloody fucking hell he was going to make it last.
Draco was panting and making those strange little noises again as he felt his lover stretching and filling him. "Yes, yes, Harry," he gasped, trembling again.
Harry slid the rest of the way inside, still listening to Draco and feeling like he might die from the sexiness. He laid both hands in the small of Draco's long, pale back, caressing the dimples there as he began to thrust.
Draco rocked with those thrusts, meeting each one. This wasn't at all like ... what had happened. He felt such a part of Harry and a participant in what they were doing, that the fear seemed unable to take hold now. Draco abandoned himself to the act of making love with Harry.
Harry let his head fall back as he rotated his hips, panting in short puffs of breath. He was sweating, and his hands were slipping on Draco's back, and their skin was sticking slightly every time they came together – and it was perfect. He never wanted it to stop.
At moments like this, all awkwardness or indecision was gone. Their bodies felt like they moved together in perfect harmony. Draco's body and soul felt filled by Harry. Sweat ran down his sides and his hair was sticking to his face as he pressed one cheek to the bed, hands still gripping the sheets for purchase.
As Draco had done to him, Harry gently lowered himself across Draco's back, feeling himself getting very close again. He gripped the sheets right next to Draco's hands, holding on tight as they rocked together.
Harry's weight on him might have felt confining. Yet, instead, it felt comforting. Full skin contact was something they both relished, and the pressure pushed Draco's hips down enough that every thrust was now pushing his cock into the pillow beneath him, causing even more lovely friction. He moaned loudly, knowing it would not be long before he came.
Harry gasped against Draco's shoulder blade, where his face was pressed. He shuddered, his sac tightening, his cock twitching, and then he was coming. He was coming gloriously, and moaning, and holding the sheets even tighter. "Baby, yes!" he shouted, or at least tried to shout. He wasn't sure how it came out.
Pressed between his lover's shuddering body and the damp pillow, Draco thrashed, coming then as his own body seemed to overload with sensation. His cries were entirely incoherent.
Harry's arms shook as he tried to hold himself up through his orgasm. He had to gently lower himself down to Draco's body, but then moved sideways, pulling Draco tightly tucked against him.
Draco floated in the euphoria of his orgasm and Harry's arms. He sighed happily, his own hands coming down to rest on the arms of his lover where he held him.
Harry smiled, his face pressed alongside Draco's. "Merlin, you are ... That was ... Merlin," he panted.
Draco reached for one of Harry's hands and pulled it up to his chest, pressing it there. "It isn't only my body you fill," he whispered, "you fill my heart."
Harry ached in a very good way at those words and let himself feel Draco's heartbeat under his hand. "Oh, I love you," he whispered back. "So much."
Talking about filling him brought up other thoughts for Draco. He didn't know if it was the right time to bring it up. After lying in Harry's arms for little while, he looked back over his shoulder at him, smiling. "It will be my birthday soon," he said softly.
Harry smiled at him. "Yes," he said. "Nineteen."
"So, do I get to pick what we do on my birthday?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
Harry's smile turned into a grin. "Why, certainly," he answered.
"Well," Draco nearly purred again, "I have something I want to try. I ... I've created a new potion."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You mean you actually might show me a product of your top-secret potion making?" he said.
Draco grinned, shifting a little on to his back so he could watch Harry's face more easily. "That is the idea," he said. "Though, I am nervous about whether or not you will want to do this."
Harry frowned confusedly. "Nervous?" he asked. "Why? What is it?"
Draco was still smiling. "First, I have a question for you and I want you to really think about it."
"Well," Harry said, "I'll try as hard as I can in my fantastic orgasm-induced state." He smiled.
Draco chuckled, knowing it was probably manipulative as hell to press this now. He smirked. "What do you think I would look like if I was a girl?" he asked, and waited for the reaction.
Harry blinked a few times and waited for Draco to say more or ... something, only ... he didn't. "Um, a girl?" he asked confusedly.
"Well, you do like girls too, right?" Draco asked. "So do you think you'd still find me attractive if I was a girl?"
"Well ..." Harry said slowly. "I guess so ..." But he had no idea if that was the right answer. If someone told him he'd make a pretty girl, well, he might grow some facial hair or something.
Draco laughed at the look on Harry's face. "Well, I was wondering what it would feel like. To have a woman's body – just temporarily, to try it."
Harry's eyes widened. "That – Is that – That's the potion you made?" he asked.
Draco rolled his eyes but nodded. He loved the look on Harry's face.
Harry flushed. "Oh," he said. He thought if he hadn't just come, his cock might have stirred. He wondered if he was strange for that.
Draco arched an eyebrow again. "You want to fuck me like that?"
Harry swallowed. "You ... really made that?" he said. "Really want to try it?"
"I did and I want to try it for my birthday," Draco said, voice lower as he thought of how it might feel.
"You would get ... like ... tits and everything?" Harry asked, trying to picture Draco with them. It was an odd picture, because Draco had the broad shoulders of a man, and a long torso, and long ... man legs. He was tall. But, maybe, he really would look rather good as a girl. After all, Narcissa was quite beautiful. He tried to picture her a little more pointy and wondered what her body under her clothes would look like, and then he flushed very brightly, because he was picturing Draco's mother naked.
"Everything," Draco whispered hotly, watching his lover's face with interest.
Harry swallowed again, meeting Draco's eyes. "I suppose ... it's worth a try," he said finally. Oh, Merlin's shorts, he'd just agreed to turn his boyfriend into a woman.
Draco smiled, leaning in to kiss Harry again. "It will be hot and fun," he said.
Harry returned the kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Definitely interesting."