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So Far Away
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.

Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.

Chapter 29 � Christmas at Malfoy Manor

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Draco port-keyed into the study of Malfoy Manor on the morning of Christmas Eve to find Milly, the head house-elf, placing the final touches on the fireplace�s mantle.

"Master Draco, Sir, Milly has everything done that Master Draco requested," she said in her polite, yet bashful way.

Draco took a moment to survey the room and smiled. "It looks wonderful, Milly. Thank you for everything you have done," he said. "I take it the rest of the Manor is ready as well?"

"Yes sir, Master Draco. The other house-elves have helped Milly prepare for your arrival," she said as she finished her current task and with a pop, she was gone.

The blonde walked over to the window and looked out over the snow-covered grounds of the estate wondering what Harry was doing right then. Probably just waking his lazy arse up, he thought with a smile. They had agreed to port-key to the Manor at 3pm Hogwarts time, which meant that Draco had another hour to wait for Harry�s arrival. He had been unable to sleep the previous night and decided to arrive early to make certain the house-elves had carried out the set of instructions he had sent over a few days ago. He turned and surveyed the study again. The Christmas tree was in its designated place, decorated just as he requested. So far, so good. He turned and left the study to inspect the rest of the Manor, one room especially.

* * * * *

Harry looked at his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes and sighed.

"Time is not going to go any faster if you keep looking at your watch, you know," Chad teased from behind a copy of Sports Illustrated.

"Kind of like a watched pot never boils?" Harry queried with a grin.

The blonde American lowered the magazine and laughed. "Something like that. If you�re that anxious, Harry, why don�t you just go now?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Draco said 3pm and I�m going to stick to that. I would hate to get there before him. Wouldn�t be right, you know? It�s his house. I can wait another hour," Harry said.

Chad settled behind his magazine again. "You might be able to, but I�m not so sure about me," he mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"Nothing. Just grumbling about the scores, that�s all," Chad commented and went back to his reading.

Harry lay back on his bed. "I�m sorry, Chad. It�s just that � well, you know. We haven�t seen each other in a few days."

"Haven�t shagged in a few days, you mean," Chad teased.

"There�s that too. But it�s not just about shagging. We actually enjoy spending time with each other. The shagging part is just a bonus," Harry said with a smile. "A very NICE bonus, mind you."

"AARRGGHH! Harry, just � shut up, will you?" Chad shouted as he threw the magazine onto the floor. "You and Draco get to spend an entire fucking week together � alone, no less. And then you�ll be together for another week at Allen�s. All Allen and I can manage is a few hours together tomorrow and then nothing until we all go to his place for New Year�s," Chad said.

"I�m sorry," Harry said quietly. "I know. It�s not fair that we get to spend more time together than you do, but what am I supposed to do? Not go?"

"No, I didn�t mean for it to come out that way. I�m just jealous, that�s all. I wish that Allen and I could spend more than just a few hours together," Chad admitted.

"Why not see if he can stay a few days with you?" Harry asked.

"Already tried. They�re going to his grandparent�s tomorrow afternoon and will be staying for a few days. We�re lucky to get a couple of hours together as it is," the blonde said.

Harry shook his head. Life was just not fair sometimes.

* * * * *

Draco was pleased with the house-elves work around the Manor. All of his instructions had been carried out perfectly and now all he had to do was wait. He had ended up in the study after his inspection and was now curled up on the leather sofa reading a book he had started over the summer. The magical mahogany Grandfather clock in the entryhall chimed three times and he smiled.

Showtime.

* * * * *

As expected, Harry experienced a wave of dizziness as he port-keyed into Malfoy Manor and collapsed into a heap. But instead of hitting solid ground, he found himself surrounded by a sea of forest green satin.

"What the hell?" he asked as he pushed himself upright and took in his surroundings. When he realized he was in the center of a huge four-poster bed, he grinned. "That little snake. MAAALLLFFFOOOYYY!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

In the study, Draco laughed. He did not move, other than to turn the page of his book.

Harry stayed where he was for a few moments, fully expecting his lover to appear. When he still hadn�t shown several minutes later, Harry pulled his bags from his pockets and enlarged them, tossed his leather jacket onto the overstuffed chair and set out to find his missing counterpart. Of course he had no idea where he was going, but he took off nonetheless.

The large wooden door to the bedroom was open and he peered out into the hallway � an extremely long hallway with numerous doors on either side. Guest rooms, Harry assumed. Draco had mentioned that his mother�s rooms were in another wing, which meant that Draco had this one all to himself. Harry smiled at that. Nobody would hear his lover screaming the house down.

He followed the hallway and came to a landing of the ornate staircase, which led up to the left, and down to the right. Taking his chances, he took the stairs that led down to the ground floor and found himself in the entryhall of Malfoy Manor. He followed the marble walkway to the left and before long had discovered an enormous ballroom, formal dining room, and the kitchens. Harry backtracked and went the opposite way and found a sitting room as well as the study. And in the study, he found his lover.

"Did you hear me calling you?" Harry asked as he made his way over to where Draco was still reading.

"Mmmhmm," Draco answered, his eyes still scanning the page.

"Why didn�t you answer me?" he asked.

"You�re a resourceful Gryffindor. I knew you�d find me sooner or later," the blonde stated, still not looking at Harry.

Harry reached down and snatched the book from Draco�s hands. "Some host you are," he commented, his emerald eyes blazing. "You invite me to your house, yet you�re not there to welcome me; you make me hunt all over the place for you and even when I find you, you�re too wrapped up in a book to assist your guest. Makes me think you don�t want me here."

Draco unfolded himself from the couch and stood toe to toe with Harry. "Oh, I want you here, alright," he said with steely gray eyes. "I want you here, in this study," he said as he lifted his hand to brush Harry�s unruly hair away from his face. "I want you in my bed," he said as his finger trailed over a flushed cheek. "I want you in ME," he said as his thumb traced along Harry�s lips. "And I want that last part right now," Draco said as he covered Harry�s lips with his own. The kiss was desperate, the days of being apart finally catching up with both of them. Teeth, tongues, and lips were everywhere as they battled for supremacy while items of clothing were coming off fast and furious. Finally, when both were naked, Draco led Harry over to the large leather chair behind the desk.

"Sit," he ordered and watched as Harry settled himself into the sumptuous chair, and then straddled his lover.

"Draco, wait," Harry said, not wanting to hurt his partner. "We need �"

"Already taken care of, love. All you need to do is just sit there and enjoy," Draco said as he reached behind him and held Harry�s cock as he slowly slid down onto it. "Oh fuck, I�ve missed this," Draco hissed as he was filled.

Harry gasped as velvet heat surrounded his cock. Draco covered his boyfriend�s mouth with his own as Harry�s hands slid around the pale body, settling on his buttocks, kneading, caressing. And then Draco was moving, the tight ring of muscle clenching around Harry. It was too much, it wasn�t enough, and yet it was driving Harry to the edge quicker than anything had before.

"Stop, Draco �" Harry panted as he tore his mouth from his lovers. "Don�t want this to be over just yet."

The Malfoy smirk appeared and Draco rolled his hips against Harry. "We�ve got an entire week to ourselves. I think we can forgive one quick round. Wouldn�t you agree?"

"Fine," Harry growled as he lunged forward and stood, Draco�s legs wrapping around his torso. "But we�re doing this my way then," he said as he laid Draco back on the desk. He watched as Draco reached over his head and grabbed the front edge, his entire upper body on display.

Silver eyes met green. "Fuck me, Harry," Draco said and watched his lover�s eyes turn even darker.

Harry pulled back slowly and then slammed himself into Draco. "Like that?" he asked as he repeated the action.

"Fuck yes," Draco said as he used his hold on the front of the desk for leverage and pushed back against Harry with each of his thrusts.

With a grin, Harry gave him exactly what he wanted. Over and over, he plunged himself into the willing body spread before him. The sounds of two bodies meeting filled the room, and then they were both there, at the edge, calling out the other�s name, falling into the abyss.

Harry collapsed on top of Draco and felt long fingers caressing his back. "Well, that�s one down and how many to go?" Harry asked as he smiled against Draco�s chest.

"A few hundred, I�m sure," the blonde answered with a laugh.

Harry slowly stood up and slid from his lover�s body, pulling Draco up with him. After giving them both a quick cleaning spell, he moved to the chair. "I�ll bet your father is turning in his grave right about now," Harry said as he sat down, Draco snuggling in next to him. "Never in a millennia would he think that Harry Potter would be buggering his only son on that desk."

"Or this chair," Draco added with a giggle. "Merlin, Harry, I�ve missed you," he admitted.

Harry tightened his hold around Draco. "I�ve missed you too. I thought Chad was going to hex me this morning. I think I was driving him a bit mad with the wait."

"I couldn�t sleep much and ended up coming early. Wanted to make sure everything was as I requested," Draco admitted.

Harry tilted Draco�s chin up so he could see him. "And when I finally get here, you�re no where to be found. What�s up with that?"

"Just wanted to see how long it took you to find me," he answered with a shrug. "A bit longer than I had hoped, but you found me just the same," he said as he brushed a kiss against Harry�s lips.

"Yes, I did. Although it would have been nice for you to meet me where I port-keyed to, don�t you think? At least we would have been in a bed for our first shag," Harry admitted.

"At first, that�s what I had planned, when we had the port-keys configured. But when I got here, I decided against it. I wanted to save the bed for later. I spent a lot of time in this chair over the summer and wondered what it would be like to have sex in it, hence my change of plans. But when you laid me on the desk, Merlin, Harry, it was like a fantasy come true," Draco admitted. "When I first thought about asking you to come here with me I would picture us in different places around the Manor, and the grounds, but this desk was the one that kept popping up more than others. Well, besides my bed."

"How many other fantasies do you have, my dragon?" Harry quietly asked as his fingers lightly played over Draco�s features.

"More than we have time for, I�m sure," Draco said as he captured a roaming finger with his lips, sucking gently.

"Draco," Harry warned, knowing he was not ready for a second round just yet.

"Harry," Draco teased.

The raven-haired wizard slowly removed his finger from the warmth of Draco�s mouth. "Later, Draco. I promise it will be worth it," Harry assured him. "How about you give me a tour of this place. I�ve heard lots of things about Malfoy Manor and I want to see if they were correct."

Draco nodded and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips before rising from the chair to search for his clothes. When both wizards were dressed, Draco took Harry�s hand and led him from the study, but not before giving him another quick kiss.

They walked hand-in-hand throughout the entire manor, starting with the ground floor, making their way up to the third, Draco showing Harry every room, alcove, and closet that his ancestral home contained. And in each room, he bestowed a kiss to his lover, causing Harry to laugh.

"Don�t get me wrong, Draco, but why are you kissing me in every room?" Harry asked.

"Just wanting to get that part out of the way so when it comes time to shag in each one, we�ll already be ahead of the game," he teased as they made their way back down the massive staircase. "Feel like going outside for a little while? Maybe do a bit of flying before it gets too dark to see?"

"I didn�t bring my broom," Harry said with a groan.

"No matter, I�ve got several that you can choose from. But I was hoping that you�d ride with me, keep me warm," Draco said with a smile.

"You don�t have to ask me twice," Harry said. "Accio jacket," he called and slid into the warm leather before pulling out his gloves and wool cap, watching as Draco did the same with his own. Once they were bundled up, they went through the kitchen, Draco giving the house-elves orders to have dinner ready for them in an hour.

They made their way down the magically snow-cleared path to the Quidditch pitch and around to the storage room where Draco kept his extra equipment. There he pulled out an older Firebolt and they took to the sky, Harry behind Draco, his arms wrapped possessively around his lover.

"I could get used to this," Harry said against Draco�s ear. "Being squired around so."

"Don�t get any ideas, Potter," Draco teased as he leaned back into his lover�s embrace.

"Not even if they�re like this?" Harry asked as one hand drifted lower and pressed against the fly of Draco�s jeans.

Draco quickly pushed Harry�s hand away. "Especially if they�re like that. Merlin, you�re going to make us lose control and we�ll end up killing ourselves."

"It�d be all your fault, I assure you, since you�re the one in control," Harry said.

"Control is something I don�t have when it comes to you, or has our brief separation caused you to forget that?" Draco teased as he took them around the edge of the grounds.

"Finally found someone you can�t bend to your will, eh Malfoy?" Harry teased.

"Yes, and it�s utterly perplexing at times."

"What fun would it be if you had someone who did everything you told them to? Not much, if you ask me. I wouldn�t want to share my bed with someone who�s afraid to speak their mind," Harry admitted. "And you, my dear dragon, definitely speak your mind," he said as he kissed the small patch of skin that was peeking out from beneath the collar of Draco�s leather jacket. "Very loudly at times, I might add."

"Oh, and you think you�re quiet?"

"I�m not as loud as you, Draco, so don�t try to claim otherwise," Harry said as he took in everything that they were passing over. "It�ll be nice not having to set the silencing and locking wards while we�re here. I�m looking forward to hearing your screams echoing through the Manor."

"And scaring the house-elves in the process, I�m sure," Draco said as he circled the Manor and took them to the west side where Draco�s rooms were located, pointing out the various rooms on the upper floors.

"So where�s your Mother?" Harry asked as they continued their tour.

"At our estate in Switzerland. Milly, our head house-elf, received a letter from her a few days ago. She won�t be home for several more weeks."

"Your house-elf can read?" Harry asked.

The blonde nodded. "I taught her over the summer. Not much else to do when your Death Eater father is rotting in the family crypt and your mother is traveling. You can only self-analyze yourself for so long. She was quite eager to learn, actually. And it wasn�t as difficult as I had thought. Writing, on the other hand, is another creature all together. I tried but she never quite caught on. Maybe I�ll try again this summer."

Harry shook his head. "I can�t believe that Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, actually took the time to teach a house-elf to read. Hermione would be so proud."

"Not a word, Potter. I�m warning you," Draco said.

Harry hugged his boyfriend. "I won�t say a word, Draco. I promise."

"Good, because I�d hate to cut off one of your finer features and stuff it up your arse when it�s clearly meant for mine," the Slytherin commented.

Harry grinned but said nothing as Draco continued their tour. They flew over the family crypt where Draco�s ancestors had been laid to rest, the huge lake at the back of the property, and the frozen stream that marked the eastern edge of the Malfoy estate. Every now and then Draco would make a comment about something, but for the most part, the remainder of their tour was spent in silence, both enjoying their time together again.

Dinner was a brief affair of beef stew, mixed vegetables, rolls and plum pudding and with that out of the way, they made their way upstairs to Draco�s set of rooms.

"So what time are you going to Weasel�s tomorrow?" Draco asked as he lounged in the overstuffed chair, watching as Harry unpacked his bag and placed the items in the extra wardrobe.

Harry shrugged. "Don�t know. Maybe tomorrow afternoon? Why?"

"Just trying to decide what time to have Christmas dinner served."

"Christmas dinner?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Christmas dinner. You know, the huge feast everyone has on Christmas day?"

"I know what a Christmas dinner is, Draco. But it�s just the two of us," Harry commented. "Why go to all the trouble?"

"It�s a tradition we have here and I won�t break that tradition because my family isn�t here. Well, because Mother isn�t here, I should say," he clarified. "Don�t try to talk me out of it because I�ve already made up my mind. All I need to know is what time you�ll be back."

Harry sat on the ottoman near Draco and thought for a minute. "Considering the fact that I�m supposed to be coming from America, and there�s a six-hour time difference between New Orleans and The Burrow, I guess I could go over around 2:00 or so and be back by, say, 4:00? Think you can occupy yourself for a couple of hours?"

"I managed it earlier today so I�m sure I can do the same tomorrow," Draco said. "How about we have dinner at 6:00 then?"

"I really hope you�re not going to pull the formal robes thing because I didn�t bring any," Harry offered.

"No formal robes, I promise. Now, what to do the rest of the night until St. Nick comes?" Draco teased.

Harry jumped up. "OH! Almost forgot!" he said as he rummaged through his bag again, pulling out a sack filled with tiny boxes and separating them into two piles.

Draco�s eyes lit up. "Presents for me?"

"Some are for you and some are for the Weasleys," Harry said as he continued to divide the gifts.

Draco moved from the chair to stand beside his boyfriend. "Which are mine?"

Harry pointed to the set on the left. "Those are yours, but no peeking once I magic them back to normal size. You snoop, you don�t get."

A few minutes later they went back to the study where the Christmas tree had been set up. Besides Draco�s own set of rooms, this was the other room that he spent most of his time in and wanted to share it with Harry.

"You know, I didn�t have a chance earlier to actually look at the tree, Draco, but it�s beautiful. And the house, too. You really went all out," Harry commented as he sat the gifts on the floor, resized them before joining his lover on the couch, relaxing into his embrace. "I love the different colors of fairy lights and you couldn�t have chosen more perfect ornaments."

"Just for us, Harry. Just for us," Draco said as he waved his hand towards the tree and all of the little snitches activated, their wings unfolding and fluttering wildly. Draco had spelled them to hover around the tree, never straying more than just a few inches from the branches.

"Milly!" Draco called and with a pop, his house-elf appeared. "Milly, I would like you to meet Harry Potter, my guest for the next week. If he needs anything, please see that it�s taken care of."

"Yes, Master Draco, Sir. Milly will make sure Mr. Potter is taken care of," she said as her wide eyes focused on Harry.

"Could we have some hot cocoa and maybe some sweets?" Draco asked.

"Yes Sir, Master Draco, Sir. Milly will be back in a tick with your sweets," she said before she disappeared, reappearing a few seconds later and placing the tray on the coffee table in front of the boys.

"Thank you, Milly. I think that will be all for tonight," Draco said before she disappeared again.

Harry handed a mug to Draco and then took one for himself. After tasting it, he smiled. "This has to be the best hot cocoa I�ve ever had," he said before taking another sip.

"Family secret," Draco said over the rim of his own mug. "When I was little and couldn�t sleep, instead of warm milk, Mother would bring me this. Worked like a charm every time."

"Which means you�ll be sleeping like a baby in no time, right?" Harry teased.

"Could be," the blonde teased.

"Well," Harry said as he sat his mug down and then took Draco�s. "Can�t have that can we? We have to stay up until Santa comes."

Draco grabbed his mug. "Give me my cocoa. You don�t know how long I�ve waited for this," he said before taking another sip. "Ahhhh, absolutely perfect."

Harry retrieved his own and curled up against his lover again. "This is nice, Draco. Being here with you," he said as he watched the lights on the Christmas tree changing colors from blue to red to green to yellow to white. "I never imagined myself being at Malfoy Manor for Christmas, much less any other time. But it�s perfect."

"Getting a bit sappy there, Potter," Draco said as his pale fingers played in the mess of black locks. "But I understand. I wasn�t looking forward to spending the holidays alone."

"Would you have come home even if I hadn�t agreed to join you?" Harry asked.

"Probably. As much as I try to push certain memories away, it�s still my home," Draco said quietly.

Harry leaned up and looked into Draco�s stormy eyes. "Feel like talking about it?"

A shake of blonde hair was Draco�s answer. "Maybe one day, but not right now," he said as he pulled Harry back against him. "I don�t want to spoil our time together by dredging up my past."

Harry nodded. "Understood. But you know I�m here for you, whenever you want to talk."

"Thanks," Draco said before sipping his cocoa, his eyes watching the snitches playing around the tree.

They sat in silence for some time, Draco�s fingers absently threading through Harry�s hair, each deep in their own thoughts. It had started snowing again after dinner and now Harry watched the flakes swirling outside the window. The last time he had paid attention to any swirling snowflakes was the night before their midterms when they had argued; when he realized the following day exactly what it was he felt for Draco. He slowly slid from the couch and went to stand beside the window, his eyes watching the perfect flakes falling from the sky.

He smiled when he felt Draco�s arms slide around his waist, his chin settling on Harry�s shoulder.

"What are you thinking right now?" Draco quietly asked.

Harry settled his hands over Draco�s. "About the fight we had right before midterms. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts then, like the snowflakes outside the window, not knowing what to do to make things right again."

"It�s Christmas, Harry. You�re not supposed to be thinking about things like that. It�s not allowed," Draco said with a grin before he placed a kiss on Harry�s neck. "Only happy thoughts."

"Oh really?" Harry queried.

"Yes, oh really. So what happy thoughts do you have?"

"Hmm, give me a minute and I�ll let you know," Harry teased.

"I�ll give you one of mine. You�re here, with me, for an entire week," the blonde offered.

"And that makes you happy?"

"Very. Can�t get much happier than that, can you?" Draco asked.

Harry took a deep breath and relaxed into Draco�s arms. "I think I could."

"How?" Draco asked.

Harry slowly turned in Draco�s arms, his eyes meeting his lover�s. "Make love to me, Draco."

Draco�s heart slammed into his chest. Harry didn�t just say that, did he? But from the sincere look in his eyes, he must have, Draco thought to himself.

"Harry?" he whispered as he looked into the emerald orbs, searching for any sign that this was some horrible trick his lover was playing on him. "I � I don�t know what to say," Draco admitted. And he didn�t. There were too many thoughts vying for the top spot for him to pick just one.

Harry raised his hands and cradled Draco�s face. "Say yes, Draco. Say you�ll make me yours, in every single way," he offered as his thumbs brushed over pink lips. "I want to be completely yours. Please?"

"Why?" Draco choked out. "Why now?" he asked as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

Tears gathered in Harry�s eyes and he knew it was time. "Because �" Harry started and took another deep breath. "Because I love you," he said as one lone teardrop spilled from the corner. "Being here with you, just the two of us, it�s perfect. I want to remember this for as long as I live. I want to know that our first Christmas together was also the first time that I gave myself fully to you."

Draco�s own tears fell. "Harry," he said before gently brushing a kiss to the ruby lips before him. "You don�t know how long I�ve wanted to hear you say that."

Harry nodded and brushed away the tears as they fell over pale cheeks. "Yes I do, but I wasn�t ready then. Earlier, when you asked me what I was thinking, it was about our argument, but more than that it was the next day, when we talked. It was then I realized how I felt about you. I tried to tell you in the shower, but I was afraid to say the words, so I told you as best as I could. I love you, Draco," Harry confessed as he leaned in and claimed his lover�s lips. "Make me yours."

Without another word, Draco took Harry�s hand in his and led him from the study, up the stairs and down the hallway to his set of rooms. Nervous didn�t even begin to cover how they both felt. Even though they had been together for a few months now, this was different. This was Harry giving up complete control to Draco, and deep down the Gryffindor knew that it would never happen until he admitted his true feelings for his Slytherin lover. Tonight everything had fallen into place.

When Harry started to undress himself, Draco stopped him. "Allow me," he said as he pulled the jumper and t-shirt over Harry�s head and tossed them into a corner, his trembling hands moving to the jeans. "I can�t believe I�m nervous," Draco stated.

"Why are you nervous? If anyone here should be nervous it should be me," Harry said as he placed his hands over Draco�s. "Let me do this," he said as he quickly finished undressing.

Draco regained a bit of his composure and quickly divested himself of his own clothing, tossing them into the corner with Harry�s. It was only when they were both completely naked that he became unsure about what they were about to do. Harry slid onto the bed and looked expectantly at Draco. When the blonde didn�t move, Harry became worried.

"Draco?" he asked.

Draco stood by the foot of the bed, a pale arm wrapped around the bedpost. "Harry, I�m � Merlin, I�m not sure I can do this," he admitted. "I want you, but I don�t want to mess this up."

Harry got to his knees and moved to the end of the bed, his hands reaching out for Draco�s. "Draco, you�re not going to mess anything up. I trust you completely," he said to reassure his lover that this was exactly what he wanted. "I know how you feel, Draco. I remember my first time with you. I was scared, too. But we were fine," he said as he kissed Draco�s right wrist. "We are fine," he assured Draco with a kiss to his left wrist. "And we will be fine once we take this last step."

The blonde nodded. "I know, but � this is different."

"Yes, you�ll finally be able to say that you shagged Harry Potter," Harry teased. "I won�t force you into this Draco. If you don�t want to do this right now, I�ll understand. I just thought �"

"No," Draco interrupted. "I do. Believe me, Harry, I do want this. Just � give me a second."

Harry knew he would give Draco as many seconds as it took. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years if need be. There was only one person he wanted this way, and he would wait forever if that was what it took. Luckily he didn�t have to wait that long.

"Lay back," Draco said a few minutes later as he climbed onto the bed with Harry, following the other wizard to the head of the bed. Harry made himself comfortable in the mound of pillows and pulled Draco�s body atop his. "Nervous?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded. "A bit," he admitted. "But I trust you," he said as he brushed blonde strands away from Draco�s face.

"Glad one of us does," he said, placing a kiss against his lover�s lips before moving down his body, leaving a trail of faint red marks in his wake. By the time he reached Harry�s cock, clear liquid had gathered at the tip and Draco lapped at it like a kitten with a bowl of cream. Before Harry could protest, Draco had taken him into his mouth, his tongue working the underside of his cock as his head moved up and down expertly.

"Bloody hell, Draco," Harry exclaimed as his fingers gripped the satin comforter of Draco�s bed. "If you�re looking to make me come, you�re definitely on the right path," he said as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into his boyfriend�s talented mouth.

"I know exactly how to make you come, Harry. Accio lube," Draco said and quickly slicked his fingers as Harry bent his legs, bracing his feet on the comforter. "Ready?"

Harry nodded and groaned as he was taken back into Draco�s mouth. When Harry felt the first finger teasing his entrance, he gave up all efforts of controlling himself and thrust deeply into Draco�s mouth. Soon, a second finger joined the first, and Harry felt his orgasm approaching.

"Draco, fuck � give me another one � hurry � won�t last � much longer," he managed to get out as Harry pumped himself into Draco�s incredible mouth. The brunette screamed when a third finger breached him. "Yessssssss," he cried as he felt his sac tighten and when Draco massaged his prostate, triggering his release, Harry thought he had passed out. Nothing but white-hot pleasure coursed through his body, invading every cell.

Draco slid between Harry�s legs and slicked himself with the oil and waited until Harry came down from his high before he proceeded. Gods but Draco loved to see his boyfriend like this, babbling incoherently, his breathing diminished into panting. Oh yes, the Slytherin loved to reduce his lover to this state. He could only imagine what state Harry would be in after Draco made love to him for the first time. Hell, what state would Draco himself be in? He had no idea but was looking forward to it, as soon as Harry came back to him.

Draco leaned up and pressed a light kiss against parted lips. "You okay, love?" he asked.

"Fucking hell, Draco. That was � fuck," Harry mumbled.

"Glad I could be of service," he said with a grin. "Ready to move on to the main event now?" he asked.

Harry managed to open his eyes to find Draco still hovering above him. "Are you?" Harry queried.

Draco nodded. "This is all for you. You tell me when you�re ready."

"Now Draco. Make me yours," he said as he leaned up and caught Draco�s lips in a kiss. "Like this. Want to see you," he said before he fell back to the bed and hooked his legs behind Draco�s ass, nudging him forward.

Draco grasped Harry�s hips and slowly inched forward, the head of his cock breaching his lover for the first time.

"Oh Merlin, Harry," Draco breathed as he slowly slid into the tight heat of the brunette, inch by agonizing inch until he could go no further. He paused for a moment and finally found the courage to look into his lover�s eyes. What he found there was something that he would never forget. If he had any doubts about Harry�s feelings for him, they were quickly erased by all of the trust and love that filled the emerald orbs.

And then Draco knew � knew that he would love this man for all of eternity.

"I love you, Harry," he breathed against kiss-swollen lips.

"And I love you, my dragon," Harry said as tears slowly slid from the corners of beautiful green eyes, leaving a track down each side of his face. No one had ever said that to him before and it was almost more than he could bear.

"Are you okay?" the blonde asked, not wanting to do anything until Harry was ready for it.

Harry lifted his hips experimentally and smiled. "Never been better. Now make me yours," he said before pulling Draco�s lips to his.

"You already are," he said as he began to rock his hips against Harry, building up a slow and steady rhythm. He wanted nothing more to take Harry like he had been taken earlier today, but that would come later, much, much later. Right now he wanted to savor every moment as he did what Harry asked of him � to make love to him.

For what seemed like forever, they stayed at the slow pace Draco had set, even when one or both wanted more. There was only one first time, and Draco wanted this to be as perfect as Harry had made it for him.

Harry felt the stirrings in his lower belly again and tried to hold them at bay, but the warmth spread quickly throughout his body and before he realized it, he was clutching at Draco, begging for his release.

"Please, Draco, faster � take me faster," he cried as he pushed back against his lover.

Never one to refuse Harry anything, Draco complied and increased his speed. "Like that, love?" Draco asked as he continued to thrust into the tight body writhing beneath him.

"Yesssss," Harry hissed as his back arched away from the bed, his prostate being hit with every thrust now. "Fuck me, Draco," the brunette cried. "Make me come," he panted as Draco thrust harder into him now.

Long, elegant fingers wrapped around Harry�s renewed erection, pumping it in time with his own strokes. "Harry � Merlin � almost � there," Draco panted as he felt his own orgasm washing over him.

"DRRRRAAAAACCCCCOOOOO!" Harry screamed as his release hit him, creamy fluid splattering across his chest and stomach in streams as his cock pulsed in his lover�s hand.

The sight of Harry falling apart beneath him and the velvety walls caressing his cock pulled Draco�s orgasm from his own body as he filled his lover with his seed. The blonde collapsed against Harry�s chest, his breathing reduced to panting. It took several minutes before he was able to calm his breathing, as well as his racing heart. Moving was a little farther down the list.

Draco braced himself on his elbows, taking a portion of his weight off of the body below him, and looked into the face of his raven-haired lover. "Are you okay?"

Harry reached up and caressed Draco�s face. "Perfect," he said before brushing a kiss against the blonde�s lips.

Draco slowly slid from his lover and rolled over to lie next to Harry, giving them both the cleaning spell before pulling the Gryffindor into his arms. "That was incredible."

"Welcome to my world," Harry teased before stifling a yawn. "Merlin, Draco, you wore me out."

"Could say the same thing about you, love," he said, fighting off his own yawn.

Harry leaned up and turned Draco�s face towards him. "I do love you, Draco."

"And I love you, Harry," he said with every ounce of feeling he had for the man he held in his arms. "Merlin help me but I�ve fallen in love with a crazy Gryffindor."

"Hey, you�ve got it easy," Harry teased. "I�m not a spoiled, vain, egotistical Slytherin git."

"I�m not!" Draco said in defense of himself.

"Are too!"

"I am not," Draco declared.

"Yes, my dear Draco, you are. But you want to know something else?" Harry asked.

"Not if it�s more disparaging remarks about me," the blonde grumbled.

Harry laughed. "No, no. Nothing like that. I was just going to say that you�re MY spoiled, vain, egotistical Slytherin git," he stated. "Every single centimeter of that gorgeous body of yours belongs to me."

"Just as yours now belongs to me," he said and before he knew it, Harry was sitting up next to him, tugging Draco with him. "What are you doing?"

"One last thing," Harry said as he took Draco�s fingers and gently placed them against his scar. "I�ve never allowed anyone to touch my scar, Draco. You�re the first."

If Draco didn�t love Harry before now, this would have sealed the deal. Harry did trust him, with his heart as well as his body. The blonde quickly blinked back the tears that had suddenly filled his eyes, brushed the unruly hair from Harry�s face, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against the lightening bolt shape.

"Now I belong to you," Harry said as he moved back to his previous spot, pulling Draco down with him.

Draco Summoned the blankets from the foot of the bed and covered them, Harry snuggling against Draco�s right side, their fingers entwined, resting over the Slytherin�s heart � the same heart that Draco had entrusted to Harry to keep safe. And Harry would. He would rather fight ten Lord Voldemorts than do one thing to hurt his lover, to break the trust that they had fought so hard to build, to destroy the love that they had created together.

"Goodnight, my dragon," Harry whispered into the dark that settled around them.

"Goodnight, my lion," Draco replied and hugged his Gryffindor just a bit tighter to his body. Now that he had found the one person who loved him for him, he wasn�t about to let go.

TBC

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