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Blue Eyed Dragon	By : PrincessLizzie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Draco Apparated both himself and Harry into the lobby of the wizarding hotel Viktor Krum had generously gotten them reservations in. He walked up to the front desk immediately. The clerk looked up and smiled. “May I help you, Sir?”

“Potter-Malfoy,” he stated simply.

“Ah, yes. The Honeymoon Suite. Fourteen days.” The clerk placed a quill on the counter along with a piece of parchment. “This just authorizes us to receive the funds from your Gringotts accounts,” he explained. Draco nodded and signed where the desk clerk indicated. When he finished, the clerk handed the blond a receipt and another piece of parchment. Indicating the latter, he explained, “This is the password to your room. It will changed at the end of this week so please keep this in a safe place as it will reveal your new password as soon as it has changed.” Draco nodded as he put the parchment into his wallet. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Potter-Malfoy, and please let us know if there is anything that my staff can do to make your stay more pleasant.”

“Thank you. Mine and my husband’s belongings have been brought to our suite?”

“Yes, sir. The house elves have taken care of it.” Draco thanked the desk clerk one last time before taking Harry by the hand and leading him up to the Honeymoon Suite. Once they’d reached the door, Harry pulled his husband to him and kissed him deeply as he gently reached down and swept Draco off his feet, preparing to carry him over the threshold of the room.

“Hey!” the blond protested. “I was going to do that!” Harry chuckled.

“I asked you to marry me. That makes you the bride in this marriage and therefore this honor is my right.” Draco “hmph”ed as Harry kissed over his cheek gently to his ear. “I’ll make it up to you, Draco,” he whispered. The blond pouted a bit more.

“Can’t.”

“I promise you,” the Gryffindor whispered in between licks to his husband’s overly-tempting neck, “that once that door is closed behind us,” another series of licks and nibbles, “I will be at your mercy.” Harry pulled his lips away from Draco’s ear to look at his face. The blond’s smokey blue eyes were black with lust.

“Eternal,” the Slytherin managed to growl before his baser instincts completely took over and he claimed Harry’s mouth forcefully. Harry groaned into the kiss and, mindful of Draco’s head, carried his husband into their hotel room and kicked the door shut behind them. As soon as the door clicked shut, Draco tore his mouth away from Harry’s. “Put me down,” he commanded gently. Harry complied and gently stood the Slytherin in front of him. Draco used his index finger to trace the contours of Harry’s chest through his shirt. “I wasn’t lying at the reception, Harry,” he said softly. The blond lifted his eyes and looked directly into Harry’s. “I want to fuck you into the mattress tonight.”

Another shiver of excitement ran down Harry’s spine. Draco leaned in close to his husband, their lips almost touching while his hand traveled down Harry’s hard body and began to toy with his thighs. “Will you let me?” the blond whispered. Harry, beyond any and all coherent thought and speech at that point, frantically nodded his head. Draco grinned as he closed what little space there was between their lips and cupped Harry’s obvious erection firmly through the leather trousers. Harry thrust his hips into his husband’s hands as he growled low in his throat and let the blond dominate his mouth.

When Draco’s hands abandoned Harry’s cock to unbutton and unzip the pants, the brunette whimpered at the loss of contact and pressure. Draco pulled from the kiss, too, smirking at the noises of disappointment his husband was making. Draco left the trousers open, but still on Harry’s hips. As he let his fingertips gently poke, prod and massage Harry’s belly down to the top of the dark nest of curls that was just peaking through the undone zipper, he also ghosted his lips over Harry’s cheeks, ears and jawbone. After enduring a few more moments of teasing, Harry couldn’t take it anymore. “Draco, I swear to Merlin that if you don’t do something other than bloody tease me, you’re going to regret it!” he ground out through clenched teeth. Draco chuckled.

“Can’t have that, now can we?” He whispered a charm and all of their clothing was instantly pooled around their feet. They both kicked the clothes aside and made their way to the bed, hands and lips exploring each other’s bodies and mouths as if they were about to make love for the first time. Draco laid Harry on his back, following him. He settled between the Gryffindor’s Quidditch toned thighs and continued to kiss him senseless after muttering a lubrication charm. He reached down and firmly pushed at Harry’s entrance with his index finger but not entering him just yet. Harry’s back arched at the act and he tried to push back at the finger to get it inside but it seemed that no matter how hard he pushed down, Draco would loosen the pressure of his finger just enough to keep it from breaching his husband.

“Inside me NOW!” Harry hissed in Parseltongue. Draco sucked in a sharp breath at the sexy sounds his lover was making. He licked Harry’s thigh.

“I have no clue what you just said but you sounded sexy as hell saying it,” he informed his husband.

Through clenched teeth, Harry replied, “I said ‘inside me now’!” He put emphasis on the last word by thrusting his hips down towards Draco’s unsuspecting hand, successfully impaling himself. He howled in pleasure and ground his hips down more. Draco smirked as he held Harry’s hips in place and finished preparing him, taking care to brush against the brunette’s prostate several times. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt his Harry, Draco carefully withdrew his fingers, shushing the cries of protest from his husband, and stroked his cock carefully and slowly, taking care to thoroughly lubricate it.

“It’ll hurt less from behind,” he said soothingly. Harry shook his head.

“I want to see your eyes,” he said softly but firmly.

“Are you sure?”

When Harry nodded, Draco nodded back and slowly began to push the head of his cock past Harry’s tight ring of muscle. Harry winced slightly as the tip of his husband finally breached him. Draco instantly stilled. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Harry shook his head vigorously as he took a few deep, soothing breaths. Draco waited patiently, stroking Harry’s thighs until Harry nodded. “You sure?” The Gryffindor thrust his hips up a bit.

“More, Dray,” he quietly begged. Draco silently obeyed, slowly sliding deeper into the heaven that was his Harry. Finally completely sheathed, Draco paused again for his husband to adjust. Harry was having none of it and pushed back against Draco. “Fuck me,” he whimpered.

The blond smiled a genuine smile at his husband before he began thrusting in and out of the tight channel without reserve. Harry yowled his pleasure in between babbling in Parseltongue. Feeling that tightly wound coil in his lower belly was about to explode, Draco reached down to grasp his husband’s cock and began to stroke it firmly. Harry’s eyes flew open in lust and he started to thrust up into the Slytherin’s hand. Seconds later, he exploded, covering Draco’s fist and his own stomach with his precious seed. The sight of Harry orgasming and the contracting of his already tight arse sent Draco over the edge. He buried himself back into his husband one last time as he climaxed so hard that he saw stars. Draco collapsed onto Harry, resting his head on the Gryffindor’s chest, and carefully pulled his quickly softening cock from Harry’s body. Harry pulled the blankets around them and kissed the top of Draco’s head while carding his fingers through the blond’s sweat-soaked hair. Draco shifted so that he was lying along side Harry, his head never leaving its “pillow”.

As Draco’s breathing evened out, Harry whispered a cleaning charm over both of them. “Thanks,” the blond mumbled sleepily.

“Sleep, Love.” The blond nuzzled Harry’s chest once before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep with Harry following quickly.

*** Twelve days later; Harry and Draco’s hotel room; 3:48PM Australian time.

Harry stiffly walked into the sitting room portion of their hotel room. He sat on the edge of the sofa, unblinking, for several minutes. “Harry?” Draco asked, concerned, from the arm chair where he’d been reading a letter from Severus. Harry didn’t respond. “a Thaisce?” Harry kept staring straight ahead, neither blinking nor responding to his husband. Draco tossed the letter aside quickly, sat down next to Harry and gently rested his hand on the Gryffindor’s forearm. It was only then that the brunette looked up. His eyes were wide and full of an emotion that Draco easily identified-it was a mixture of fear and excitement. “Harry, what’s wrong? Where’ve you been? You’ve been sick these past few days; you shouldn’t be sightseeing.”

“I went to see Madame Pomfrey,” Harry answered quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so badly? We could have had the hotel recommend a healer to us!” Harry just shook his head. “Why are you shaking your head, Love?”

“I’m not sick.” Draco crinkled his nose.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.” Draco’s jaw dropped.

“Wh-what?” “Pregnant, Dray. We’re going to have a baby.” Harry was glowing. Draco didn’t thing before responding. He didn’t have to. He grasped Harry’s face with both hands and pulled him into a hard kiss.

“Pregnant?” he asked. Harry nodded and Draco beamed. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you,” Harry whispered softly as he leaned in for a soft, loving kiss.

THE END

Author's Note: So that's it! I had a ton of fun writing this fic and I hope y'all enjoyed reading it just as much! I'd like to thank my early beta's for helping out with the first, rough chapters and Sarah for fixing the smut when I'd done something terribly wrong. To all my readers & reviewers: my eternal gratitude goes out to you for all of your enthusiasm and encouragment along the way. Lots of Love!
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