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Erotes	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 70634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Chapter 29; Barring a error made saving this chapter (which lost me around 600 words I had to re-write) this chapter has come together very nicely in my opinion. I would love to hear your thoughts on Ginny's prank and on Draco's Valentine's Day surprise. Not one person managed to correctly guess what either of them were. Not sure how we are looking for the next chapter, I do know roughly where it is going, but it is not going to be an easy one to write. I will post regular progress reports via my facebook account. So please do come and chat with me on facebook. If you would like to be friends with me there, there is a link on my bio. Enjoy.
Warnings: Swearing, slash and Adult themes, sexual content. For full warnings see story description.
As always, thanks to my wonderful beta AchillesTheGeek.

And to StrawberryGirl87 who helps keep me from turning sane ;)

And to my facebook peeps, who helped me through the traumatic file-saving-error event of the other night, you know who you are; you are very special to me.

(Note: This is the updated edited version of the chapter. Updated 30/11/2015)

Draco was watching Ginevra Weasley as discreetly as he could, out of the corner of his eye. She was up to something; he had been sure of that from the moment she had headed towards them at the Gryffindor table and taken a seat opposite him. She didn't seem to have noticed how they stopped talking when she joined them; they hadn't wanted her to overhear them talking about Draco's surprise for Harry.
He had been sitting with Pansy and Granger at the table for the last hour; having finished off their homework in the library, they had decided to wait for the others in the Great Hall. Harry, Ron and Blaise had yet to return from their impromptu Quidditch game, which was probably what had led Pansy to easily switch from their discussion about the surprise into a conversation about the appeal of Quidditch and why the sport was so popular.
This was partly why Draco was so suspicious of the youngest Weasley; not only was she a fanatical Quidditch player, she had an opinion on everything; and yet she had not made any attempt to join in their conversation. Another thing that roused his suspicion was that she seemed to keep playing with something in her pocket; though from his position across the table from her he couldn't be certain of that.
He still wasn't quite sure why he and Pansy had let Granger talk them into sitting at the Gryffindor table in the first place; 'Harry would really appreciate it,' was certainly feeling like less and less of a good reason. While the baby definitely seemed to be demanding that he provide it with magical energy from its Daddy soon, that could have been accomplished just as easily by Harry sitting with him at the Slytherin table.
Though, Draco could reluctantly admit, at least to himself, that all the help Granger had given him with coming up with a Valentine's Day surprise for Harry had been rather useful and so perhaps agreeing to eat lunch at their table wasn't too much of a price to pay.
"Okay, Weasley, spill," Pansy said suddenly, her voice irritable and impatient as she rounded on the red-head, who had glanced towards the entrance to the Great Hall for a third time in as many minutes. Draco just smirked at the fact that he hadn't been the only one who had spotted that something was going on.
"Huh?" Ginevra said, turning to look between the two of them with a confused expression; clearly the girl had been lost in her own little world and waiting for something or someone.
"What are you up to?" Draco questioned with narrowed eyes, trying to figure her out.
"Ginny?" Hermione asked, looking slightly taken aback by the unexpected turn in the conversation. Apparently she had been completely oblivious to the little telltale signs that the Slytherins had spotted with ease. Though that might well have had something to do with that she was sitting next to, rather than across from, the red-head.
Ginny cursed under her breath; there was no way she was going to pull it off now... not unless... Unless she could adjust her plans slightly and get them in on it. Malfoy and Parkinson would be an easy sell, she calculated, but Hermione was a stickler for rules and surely wouldn't approve. There was nothing for it, she supposed, it was either confess and hope they would help or else scrap the whole thing, and she would be damned if all that work would be for nothing.
"Fine," she said grumpily, pulling the vial out of her pocket and placing it on the table in front of them. "This is a potion," she told them.
"I probably could have worked that out for myself," Malfoy said with an eyebrow raised in amusement, keeping his voice steady to hide the curiosity burning in him as to what this was all about.
"I should hope so too,” Ginny replied with a fake smile, “but this is a potion I had my brothers make especially for today," she explained, with another nervous glance towards the door.
"Who are you waiting for?" Hermione asked, following the direction of Ginny's gaze.
"Harry," she told them and all three of them gave her looks that demanded an explanation. "I was going to give this to both Harry and Malfoy. Sorry," she added, not sounding particularly apologetic and giving Draco a wry smile as she shrugged her shoulders. "It would..." she paused, biting her lip, before leaning over the table to whisper her secret to Malfoy.
"What were you thinking?!" Draco hissed at her through gritted teeth, as she sat back down, his hand pressing protectively over his own belly. "This is a completely experimental potion and you would have given it to me, not knowing what it might have done to...?" Draco cut himself off before he said 'baby' a bit too loudly for being in the slowly filling Great Hall.
"Oh, don't be stupid, Malfoy, of course we made sure it was safe," Ginny told him dismissively with a wave of her hand. "That was what took half the time. Fred and George were absolutely certain that it wouldn't case any problems; even for..." she added with a vague gesture at her belly.
"Hmm, thanks," Draco said sarcastically, with a deep frown. He was not at all comfortable that the potion was intended to be used of him, and that wasn't solely out of concern for his unborn child either; it seemed he had had a narrow escape.
"So are you going to let us in on what it does?" Pansy asked impatiently, looking between Ginny and Draco expectantly.
"Might as well," Ginny said with a sighed, nodding her agreement, and both she and Draco whispered to each of the girls next to them.
Hermione pulled back and stared at Ginny in surprise; she looked to be torn between disapproval and amusement, which Ginny supposed was not actually a great deal different from how Hermione usually looked when met with a Weasley prank. Pansy, on the other hand was grinning at Draco and looked almost delighted at the prospect.
"Anyway, the point is..." Ginny said, pressing on; it surely wasn't going to be long before the others turned up for lunch and she wanted to make sure they were all on the same page by then. "Obviously I can't use this on you anymore but..."
"You want us to help you dose Potter with it?" Pansy interrupted, sounding every bit as pleased with that idea as Ginny had hoped she would be. Ginny was rather delighted to note that Draco was smirking a bit at the concept too, even if Hermione was still frowning in disapproval.
"So you'll help me?" Ginny asked hopefully, looking to Draco first.
"Oh no," Draco said firmly, letting out a soft, tinkering laugh as he shook his head. "I am not getting my hands dirty here. There is no way I am deliberately putting myself in Harry's bad books; I have to live with him for the rest of my life after all."
"Coward," Ginny gripped, though there wasn't much heat behind it. "Will you at least not stop me from doing it?" she requested.
"That much I can manage," Draco conceded with a bow of his head. Pansy chuckled a little as she too nodded her agreement and Ginny grinned happily at their cooperation.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, turning to look at the brunette expectantly. It was all hanging on Hermione's agreement now and so Ginny gave her the most pleading expression she could manage.
"Okay fine..." Hermione relented. She had to admit that it did sound quite amusing and as long Ginny really was sure that it would be safe, she couldn't really object too much; besides, she thought the others might just magically gag her if she didn't agreed to go along with it more-or-less willingly.
"Excellent," Ginny said, grinning as she tipped half the bottle into one of the spare goblets and placed it ready, hiding the now only half full vial back in her pocket.
-#-
Between the students who should have had potions that morning and those from the upper years who had free periods, they had actually found quite a few takers for Quidditch. Not quite enough for full teams, but pretty close; there was a good mixture of students from each house too. Ron and Blaise had even managed to play on the same team without insulting each other... much. That, of course, didn't mean they hadn't argued; that would be far too much to hope for.
"That was totally a foul," Ron insisted as they had their way back up to the castle. It was now almost lunch time and they headed towards the Great Hall, where he could hear the general hubbub of the students already gathering in there.
"It was not; it was permissible because the beater was approaching from the outside, Weasley," Blaise retorted. Harry, who was walking a few feet in front of them, just rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore them.
This was the third argument the two of them had had over some of the more complex rules of the game. Harry had made an attempt to referee the first disagreement but when it had become obvious that neither of them were not listening to a single word out of his mouth, he had gone back to looking for the snitch and left them to it. As far as he was concerned, as long as they weren't baiting or hitting each other, there was nothing wrong with a bit of healthy debate.
The Quidditch match had put Harry in a really good mood, one that not even the bickering could spoil. He was, though, looking forward to spending lunch with his mate and, given he had spent all morning away from Draco, he knew it was likely his boyfriend and unborn child would need some of his magic.
He scanned the Slytherin table as he entered and frowned when he didn't see either Draco or Pansy; he supposed that they were still in the library, though he had no idea what could possibly be so interesting that it would make them late for lunch. Turning, he let his eyes wander along the Gryffindor table, and was surprised when he unexpectedly spotted Draco sitting there, with not only Pansy and Hermione, but Ginny too. They even looked to be having a civil conversation.
"Guess we are eating at the Gryffindor table today," Blaise said as he stepped up next to Harry, who was still standing in the large doorway to the Great Hall. The Slytherin sounded just a little bit too pleased with this idea, and Harry suspected that it might have something to do with the redhead sitting across from Draco.
"Okay, great, can we go eat now?" Ron asked, stepping past them both and leading the other two across the large room towards where the others were already seated. Those sat at the table stopped their conversation to welcome those joining them and Ron took the free seat next to Hermione.
"Hi there," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist as he took a seat next to his mate. He could feel the familiar tingle of the magical energy transfer; the blond clearly felt it too as he gave a small contended sigh, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "Better?" he asked softly, kissing Draco's temple.
"You have no idea," Draco said, sitting back up but keeping his thigh pressed against Harry so that he could continue to draw energy from him. He snorted in amusement when he spotted the way that Ron was glaring at Blaise, who had taken a seat next to Ginny.
"Is there a problem, Weasley?" Blaise asked with mock innocence. There was a far too knowing expression on his face as he deliberately leaned unnecessarily close to Ginny as he reached for a pear from the fruit bowl in front of her.
"Stop that," Ginny huffed, swotting at Blaise's arm; he did move back out of her space but was chuckling quietly as he did do. It was blatantly obvious to her that he was trying to wind Ron up by flirting with her, but she wasn't going to help Blaise play his little game.
She also had a sneaking suspicion that both Harry and Malfoy had something to do with whatever Zabini was playing at, though admittedly she was unsure as to exactly what and certainly couldn't prove anything; however, she decided to glare at Draco for good measure anyway, given that the blond was looking far too amused by Zabini's efforts.
"Lighten up, Ginevra," Blaise said sweetly and he flashed an undeniably gorgeous smile in her direction as he reached out to take one of the goblets from the table in front of them. Ginny, however, was having none of it.
"Get off," she told him firmly, lightly slapping the back of his hand and snatching the goblet back from him. "You can pour your own drink," she insisted, before handing the cup to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry said hesitantly, looking a bit confused but accepting it none the less. He gratefully took a swig from the proffered goblet, though paused a moment later, his brow furrowing as he inspected the drink.
Ginny realised that it must have had a slightly odd taste and made a mental note to mentioning to the twins; they would want to know, even if this potion only had this one use. She wasn't the only one watching him closely though and, when Harry looked back up from the goblet, he noticed that he was being watched closely by those around him.
"What?" Harry asked but none of them said anything. "What did you do?" he demanded suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at Ginny, who was now biting her bottom lip. However, before his question could be answered, he gasped at the strange but familiar pressure on his back.
"Sorry, Harry, just a little Valentine's Day entertainment," Ginny told him, just before his huge green wings burst out of his back.
"Ginny!" Harry protested, but then he noticed that there was the kind of a shift in the air around him, and his robes seemed to transform into nothing more than a large nappy and a quiver for arrows over his shoulder. "What the hell?!"
Ron was the first to laugh, though Blaise wasn't long behind, and soon the waves of giggles and amusement were spreading across the hall as more and more people noticed what was happening. Harry went to cross his arms over his rather too exposed chest, and found he had what seemed to be a rubber bow and arrow stuck to his hand.
"Oh this is so not funny," Harry told them a little sulkily, as they realised he had been transformed into the stereotypical image of a cupid. He really was trying his very best to ignore the laughter of not only his fellow Gryffindors but the majority of the Hogwarts student body.
"You look adorable," Draco teased, running his fingers through Harry's feathers hoping that his boyfriend wouldn't be too upset or angry. Honestly he sometimes wished Harry would keep his wings out more often; he really liked the look of their wings next to each other's.
"Just like a real Cupid," Pansy added in with a delighted expression on her face. Even though the outfit was showing considerably more of Harry than she had ever actually wanted to see, it was completely worth it in her opinion. Some of the students around them seemed to even being admiring him, she noticed.
"Where exactly did my robes go, Ginny?" Harry asked under his breath, not really sure whether he wanted to run out of the hall or stay exactly where he was seated until someone fixed this. Either way Ginny was going to pay for this; he was quite certain, after all, that it was she who was behind it.
"Oh, you are still wearing them," Ginny explained happily. "The potion just created a glamour, so no matter if you try to change your clothes you will still be our own little cupid."
"I'm stuck like this?" Harry asked incredulously with a look of horror on his face as he thought about going to transfiguration with his new Cupid look. He couldn't believe that Ginny would actually do this to him.
"Oh, don't worry, it's only for an hour... or two, maybe," Ginny told him, still smiling. "Depends on exactly how much of the potion you drank."
"An hour or two," Harry echoed a little faintly. "Merlin, Ginny, I am supposed to have class after lunch. And before you even suggest it, Hermione, I am so not going to class like this," he said, leaning around Draco to give his bushy-haired friend a very stern look; Hermione said nothing.
"Well I guess we could find something to do with the time," Draco whispered as he leaned in close to his mate. "You don't have any problems with me seeing you all naked do you?"
"I think I would rather you see me naked than like this," Harry grumbled a little irritably. It was clearly very amusing to everyone else around them, seeing as the whole student body seemed to be giggling and laughing, and even Harry knew he would probably be laughing at it later, but at the moment he was just fairly unimpressed to be sat in the Great Hall seemingly almost completely naked.
"Come on, Harry," Draco said, taking his boyfriend's hand and getting up from his seat at the table. "The only person who gets to mock you for more than a few seconds is me, so I guess I am going to have to keep you all to myself until this wears off," he told him with a grin, not at all sorry to have an excuse to spend the afternoon alone with his mate.
Harry groaned as he got to his feet too, knowing that a lot of eyes were on him, and he tried to cover himself as best he could, mostly using his wings. Draco took a little sympathy on him, knowing that he had only narrowly escaped the same fate, and was sticking close to Harry's side, his purple wings adding slightly to the protection of Harry's modesty. Not that it stopped the sounds of the laughing and chatting students all around them as they made their way out of the Great Hall.
Harry did manage smile, though, when he glanced back at their friends and saw Hermione hit Ron over the head for daring to be so amused by his friend's misfortune; even if, or perhaps even more because, that misfortune was inflicted by Ron's little sister. It seemed that Ginny was getting a few stern words from Hermione too, much to Harry's delight.
"Just think of this as a really great excuse for the two of us to spend the next couple of hours cuddled up in front of the fire in our rooms," Draco suggested, drawing Harry's attention back to him. "I think it would be best if we spent the time completely naked, just to optimise the transfer magical energy. For the sake of our baby, of course," he added with a smug grin, as they left the hall.
"Of course," Harry agreed with a chuckle, though he was not at all opposed to the suggestion. "Sounds great, love," he said, stealing himself a kiss.
The two of them made their way towards the Slytherin common room, given it was much closer than the Gryffindor one, and Harry was thankful that the corridors were almost completely empty. The few people they did pass gave them some very strange looks, but Harry was finding the occasional individual was a lot more manageable than the whole crowd had been.
Ginny was still going to pay for this one way or another, but Harry would at least be grateful for the Valentine's day afternoon alone with his boyfriend.
-#-
“Seriously, Draco, can I look now?” Harry asked again when he nearly tripped over his own feet for the third time. He had a blindfold over his eyes and Draco was holding his hand, pulling him along corridor to some unknown location.
“No, you may not,” Draco told him a little bit snappishly, barely slowing his pace at all, even when Harry stumbled slightly once more. As Draco had promised, they had had a really lovely time alone in their rooms while waiting for Ginny's potion to wear off but, despite Harry's repeated suggestions that they just stay there, the blond had insisted that there was somewhere else they needed to go.
Harry had no idea where his boyfriend was leading him, no thanks to the blindfold that Draco had insisted that he had to wear, but he guessed that it was some kind of Valentine’s Day surprise; he had honestly thought that Draco had forgotten and therefore Harry found himself definitely surprised, even before they reached their destination.
“And no peeking,” Draco reminded him sternly. The corner of Harry's mouth twitched into a hint of an amused smile; he was fairly sure that his boyfriend was just relishing being in control and he hadn't even needed to connect their minds and feelings to figure that much out.
It wasn’t really as though Harry could have looked, even if he had wanted to; Draco had cast some kind of spell that seemed to seal the edges of the blindfold, leaving Harry in complete darkness. Though, given the sternness with which Draco had told him not to peek, he would never have dared try to remove it anyway. Unless he had reason to believe Draco was in danger, of course, but they were in Hogwarts and about as safe as they could be, and Harry had no intention of spoiling something nice Draco had done for him.
“Stop,” Draco instructed suddenly and Harry did as instructed without hesitation, feeling Draco’s grip move from his hand to his arm.
“Stop looking so pleased with yourself,” Harry told him. No matter how blind Harry was right at that moment, he knew that his boyfriend was smirking at how obediently he complied with the simple command.
“But you are being such a good boy,” Draco said, his mouth teasingly close to Harry’s lips as he spoke. The magical energy transfer bond tingled with the closeness as though begging them to actually bridge the minute gap but they resisted.
“And you are being such a tease,” Harry retorted but the smile on his face showed that the comment was certainly not a complaint.
“Don’t move,” Draco instructed as he stepped away from his boyfriend. “If you do and end up walking into a wall, or something else, then I take no responsibility for it and reserve the right to laugh... a lot.”
“Charming,” Harry said sarcastically, though he was still smiling with amusement. He listened carefully trying to figure out exactly what Draco was up to but all he could hear was footsteps. “Draco...?” he questioned softly; it really was quite unnerving standing there, waiting in complete darkness and though he was thinking he would never take his sight for granted quite the same again after this.
“Patience, Harry,” Draco chastised him lightly, but a moment later Harry felt his mate take his hand once more. “You’ll like this,” he assured Harry, with absolutely certainly in his voice as he lead Harry forward again.
There was no sound other than that from their footsteps against the castle stone but Draco had them pause for a moment, which made Harry think that Draco was opening a door, before leading them through when they started walking once more.
The first thing Harry noticed, which made him sure he had been right, was that the air felt different, or maybe even smelt different; he couldn’t place it but he supposed it felt fresher somehow. And then he noticed that the ground under their feet was strangely uneven, perhaps rocky, and that the temperature was warmer than it had been in the castle corridors.
Draco stopped him with a gentle hand against his chest a moment later. “Trust me," the submissive said, "you don’t want to go any further forward just yet.” Draco’s voice sounded smug; 'no, that's not quite right... proud,' Harry mentally corrected himself, and that made his curiosity flare up even more.
As the sensation of Draco’s hand on his chest left, Harry could hear a soft shuffling of clothes that made him think that Draco was removing his robes and possibly his shoes, but it was difficult to tell from hearing alone. It seemed he might be right, when Draco returned to him and helped him out of his robes and shoes.
When Draco also helped him out of his socks, Harry became quite sure that the ground actually was rocky, which was very peculiar given his certainty that they hadn't left Hogwarts. Harry was trying to remember if he had even stood on rock in bare feet like this before, but no memories of any similar sensations came to mind. It wasn’t cold exactly but definitely cool to the touch, and there was a light dampness to it that Harry began to think he could feel in the air all around them, not that he really thought about it.
"Ready?" Draco asked, as he moved around behind his boyfriend and wrapped his slender arms around Harry’s waist. Harry nodded, and Draco removed the spell on the blindfold and even the narrow slits of light, which now broke in at the top and bottom, seemed light a huge respite from the darkness; it was bright and Harry was glad that Draco allowed him a few moments to get used to it before removing the blindfold completely.
When Draco finally did, though, it was still intense, too bright, and Harry pinched his eyes closed against the light. With great care, and giving himself time to adjust, he started to open his eyes again a little bit at a time. As he started to take in the scene before him he found himself speechless; he had literally no idea where they were, nor how they had come to be there.
There was water; a beautiful blue-green lake of water that was so clear that he could see the bottom and the shoals of little slender black fish that were swimming in it. It seemed as though they were in a cave, or a cavern, or something... Harry wasn’t even sure it there was a name for what was before him, having never seen anything of the like before.
There were rock faces all around them, as though they and the lake were sunk deeply into the ground and, when he looked directly up, he could see sky, or more accurately he could see bright light, too much so to be able to make out any detail. However, his focus was already back on the rock faces, which were lit up and shadowed from the light beating down upon them; greys and browns and even reds decorated their heavily scarred and naturally sculpted surfaces. And that water; it kept drawing Harry’s eyes back to it.
His gob-smacked expression morphed into a smile when he remembered that Draco had warned him not to step any further forwards; now that he could clearly see where the patch of rock they were standing on disappeared into the lake just a foot in front of him, he understood why the warning had been needed.
“Amazing, isn’t it,” Draco stated, peering over Harry’s shoulder to watch his reaction. He didn’t need to wait for Harry’s confirmation to know that his mate thought so too.
The lagoon was somewhere that Draco had travelled to on one of the holidays the Malfoy family had taken; his parents had been busy that day, he didn’t even remember with what, but he would never forget seeing the lagoon. He had only been maybe ten years old at the time and had asked the tour guide, who his parents had purchased for him, what kind of magic had been used to make it; the guide had chuckled before explaining that it was all made by nature.
It had taken Draco’s breath away to think that it had happened all by itself, that no-one had made a choice to create it, that it had just been found that way. The one before them wasn’t quite an exact replica, but it was certainly close enough for its purpose and still every bit as magnificent, even if this version was of magical origins.
“Draco...?” Harry asked hesitantly, still feeling totally caught off guard by the whole scene. “Where the hell are we?”
“Technically we are inside the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor of Hogwarts Castle,” Draco informed him, watching as Harry mouthed ‘oh’ silently and nodded once in amazed comprehension. “This place, though,” he went on, “is from somewhere I remember visiting on one of the Greek islands when I was younger.”
“It’s...” Harry started, belatedly realising that he didn’t have any of the words that he needed to explain what was in front of his eyes. “I had no idea the room could do something like this,” he went for instead, turning around and wrapping the blond up in his arms, Draco’s head leaning against his chest.
“Apparently it is perfectly capable,” Draco stated, grinning up at Harry, very much enjoying his mate's reaction. Though he paused with a thoughtful expression a moment later, glancing at the room around them. “I would be curious to test its limits one day.”
“That would be interesting," Harry agreed, brushing his fingers over Draco's wings as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the submissive's cheek. "Though we wouldn’t want to push it to breaking point,” he added, hating the idea of damaging the wonderful room. 'The wonderful room that Draco used to give me... this,' he thought, looking over his shoulder again at the truly spectacular place. “So why are we here?” he asked after a moment, turning back to Draco.
“Because it is Valentine’s Day and I wanted to get you something,” Draco told him as though that much should have been obvious. Actually it was obvious; Harry had figured that much out with ease, but Draco’s reasoning for this specific gift was escaping him. “You’ve never been anywhere,” the blond added after a few moments.
Harry stared at his boyfriend in amazement. He didn't think they had ever actually discussed that, they hadn't really discussed either of their childhoods much at all, and so he wondered how Draco had known. “That’s true...” Harry said slowly.
“And that is obviously unacceptable,” Draco informed him with a grin. “I will not have any child of mine being fathered or raised by someone so unworldly.”
A delighted laugh bubbled up out of Harry's chest; it was just so Draco to give him a wonderful gift and then somehow make it sound like it was an entirely selfish thing. “To be fair, it's not exactly my fault I haven’t had a chance to travel,” he pointed out.
“I am aware,” Draco conceded, reaching up and running his fingers through Harry's hair affectionately. “But we have to start somewhere, and I thought you would enjoy this place, so happy Valentine’s Day.”
“It’s amazing, thank you,” Harry told him earnestly, leaning down to place a tender kiss on Draco’s lips. Draco moaned in approval, pressing his body against Harry's front, his arms wrapped around the dominant's waist, and when Harry pulled back , they were both wearing dopey grin. “So, can we swim in it?” he asked suddenly as he turned to look at the lagoon, an eager smile on his face.
“I believe it would be unappreciative of the magical effort involved in creating this place not to,” Draco said decisively. “However, I tragically forgot to account for any swimming attire,” he added with a salacious smirk.
“I am sure we will manage somehow,” Harry whispered in Draco's ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he eagerly started to undress, dumping his clothes beside him without a thought. Draco, however, was carefully taking off each item of clothing, folding it and placing it in a tidy pile. “I’m not really a very good swimmer by the way,” he said as he turned to peer down into the water, “you probably should come join me just to make sure I don’t drown or something.”
And with that, and with a huge grin on his face, Harry jumped from the rock platform and into the water. It was pleasantly warm and Harry laughed with happiness. He loved the whole thing: the warmth, the water, even the adorably fastidious nature of his boyfriend. It really was a truly wonderful, thoughtful gift and, as he watched Draco slide into the water, Harry was even more certain than before about his decision for that evening.
-#-
It had been a day of surprises, a wonderful day that neither Harry or Draco would forget in a hurry. Despite all his meticulous planning, Draco discovered he had neglected to organise any towels for them; thankfully though, the Room of Requirement had been kind enough to provide them with towels after they had enough of swimming, and dragged themselves out of the water.
Much to Harry's amusement, Draco had been horrified that they had stayed in long enough to get wrinkly skin, something that the blond was still grumbling about as they pulled their clothes back on.
"I think your little wrinkly fingers are beautiful," Harry told his boyfriend, lifting Draco's slender hand in his own and gently kissing each finger tip, caressing each one with his lips.
"Malfoys don't get wrinkly," Draco stated stubbornly, as though the prospect were completely ludicrous and he pulled his hand free of Harry's to pick up his robe, hanging it over his arm. Harry snorted in amusement and placed a kiss to the blond's temple.
"Of course, love," Harry agreed, as he wrapped an arm around Draco's waist, the two of them heading for the door. Together, the they headed back in the direction of their rooms. It had been very strange not going to class all day and, although Harry knew they would probably be in some degree of trouble for that tomorrow, he couldn't be sorry for it at all.
"Are we not going to dinner?" Draco asked, as Harry didn't make the turn that would take them down the Grand Staircase towards the Great Hall. Most of the students would likely be there already which was why the corridors were so quiet and empty.
"Let's just get Dobby to bring us something in our rooms. I'm not in the mood to share you with anyone else this evening," Harry said with a devious smile, holding Draco snugly against his side.
"My word, Mr Potter, aren't you possessive this evening," Draco said with amusement, though Harry noted that he didn't sound even slightly bothered by this; on the contrary, Draco seemed to be rather enjoying it.
"Well I should probably make the most of having you all to myself, before someone else starts demanding all your attention," he told him, placing a hand affectionately on the slight, almost unnoticeable, swell of Draco's belly.
"Mhmm, good point," Draco hummed. "I guess I should do the same," he suggested, stopping their progress with a hand on Harry's chest and going on tiptoes for a moment to press a series of teasing kisses to Harry lips and jaw.
"I... There is..." Harry tried to say, getting rather distracted by Draco's affections. "I have one more thing I wanted to give you today," he admitted, looking rather flushed and embarrassed, as he got up the nerve to mention it.
Draco chuckled a little at that, a grin on his face, pressing another kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth. "What did I tell you about presents not being a bad thing?" the blond reminded him. "What is it?"
"Well, it isn't exactly a present," Harry said cryptically. "Let's get back to our rooms and I'll tell you," he said quickly as Draco opened his mouth to ask for an explanation. Thankfully, after a few moments of pointed staring, the blond nodded his agreement, and they kept going.
The Gryffindor common room was closer, so they went to their rooms via there; thankfully the common room was just as empty as the corridors had been, and so they entered their living room area with minimal fuss. Harry ditched his robes by the door, watching with a smile on his face as Draco dropped his own over the back of the sofa before turning to smirk at him.
"So," Draco said as he walking across the room and wrapped his arms around Harry, "what is this not-quite-a-present that you want to give me?"
"Me," Harry said simply, wrapping his own arms around the blond, returning the embrace. He couldn't help but be nervous about this, no matter how sure he felt.
Draco frowned in confusion, unable to work out what his mate meant by that. "But I already have you," Draco responded with definite smugness. He had no idea why Harry would be seem so anxious either, because Harry was so comfortable with him the last few months.
Harry bit his lip as he realised he was going to have to explain in more blatant terms. "Yes, you already have me, but... I want to give you my virginity," he said, blushing profusely, letting out a nervous laugh.
Draco raised an eyebrow in surprise, but he still didn't really understand. "Harry, dear, you do know how I got pregnant right?" he asked mockingly.
Harry laughed at that. "Yes, I know I'm not a virgin," he said, feeling even more embarrassed and unsure how to explain. "I have had sex... you know... like that," he said pointedly, "but I've never... you know... the other way."
"Oh!" Draco said, suddenly catching on to what Harry was trying to tell him, to what his boyfriend was really offering him, and he couldn't help but grin. "Are you sure?" he asked; it was one thing for Harry to have mentioned in passing all those months ago that he would be open to a role reversal in the bedroom, but for him to genuinely offer it up now that they were sexually active was quite another thing altogether.
"I'm completely sure," Harry said, though Draco didn't miss the nervousness that his boyfriend was radiating. "I take it that you like the suggestion."
"Like? Of course I do," Draco said, leaning up for another kiss. "Don't worry, Harry, I'll take really good care of you," he added as he pulled back from the kiss with a lecherous expression on his face.
Harry gave a snort of amusement at that. "I don't doubt it, love," he said, kissing along Draco's jaw. As teasingly as the blond had said it, Harry really did trust his mate completely.
"Okay, bedroom now, clothes off," Draco said impatiently, taking Harry's hands from around his waist and dragging his mate across their room and through their bedroom door.
"It's a good job I don't love you for your calm and patient demeanour," Harry said, chuckling happily as he was pushed gently backwards onto their bed a few moments later.
Draco's enthusiasm was infectious and Harry made quick work of discarding his tie off one side of the bed and then his shirt off the other. Draco spelled his own shirt and tie away, and Harry couldn't help but smile as he saw them reappear in a neat pile; he actually laughed though when he saw his own discarded clothes appear next to them. Draco's fastidious nature was adorable.
Harry leaned up on his elbows to get a good look at his boyfriend who looked nothing short of magnificent standing before him. Draco's purple wings were spread wide behind him, giving a beautiful contrast to his pale skin; long blond hair had been released from its usual tie to hang lose around his face; and a devious smirk was on Draco's angular face as he popped open the button on his trousers.
Harry's tongue flicked out of his mouth and licked at his bottom lip, before it was pulled between his teeth. Draco really was gorgeous and Harry could feel his body responding eagerly to the sight before him, even given the apprehension he felt about bottoming for Draco. He really did love and trust his boyfriend but it was just that it was unknown territory for both of them. He barely remembered undoing his own trousers, but he pulled them down over his hips, taking his underwear with them, kicking them over the side of the bed.
"Last chance to back out," Draco warned as he stepped out of his trousers and threw them onto a nearby chair, his eyes roaming over Harry's now completely naked body. In truth he would stop in a heartbeat if Harry asked him to, but he wouldn't want to, and so if his boyfriend was going to change his mind he really hoped it would be now.
"Not going to happen, love. I even got supplies," Harry told him as he reached over to their bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a small phial, which, as he leaned back against the headboard, he held up for Draco to see. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is asking a house elf to fetch you lube? After that there is no way we aren't going through with this."
"I am sure the house elf didn't mind, they live to serve," Draco said, stepping towards their bed and climbing up to kneel on the end, smirking at the way that Harry was watching at him with obvious approval and arousal.
"Dobby is happy to help Mr Harry Potter, Sir" Harry said in an imitation of the house elf that was so convincing that Draco couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped him.
"Harry..." Draco said regaining his composure as he crawled up the bed towards Harry, until he was straddling his mate's legs, his hands pressed against Harry's chest.
"Yes, Draco," Harry responded a little breathlessly, as the blond's fingers moving over his chest teasingly.
Draco leaned forward, but stopped halfway towards kissing his boyfriend. "Shut up," he ordered lightly, taking the phial of lube from Harry's loose grip with a lopsided grin.
"Okay," Harry agreed easily, threading his fingers through the soft blond hair and pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss that had both of them moaning with wanting and need.
"Lie down," Draco instructed, breaking the kiss just long enough to get the words out, before moving with Harry so that he was leaning over his boyfriend, kissing each other as their tongues teased and after a moment Harry let him take control. "Good boy," he said with a cheeky smile as he pulled back from the kiss.
Draco lips trailed kisses along Harry's jaw and down his chest, where he bit gently at one of Harry's nipples before teasing it with his tongue. "Oh Merlin," Harry cried out as Draco moved to the other one, his back arching off the bed with the intensity of his arousal.
Draco's fingers played over skin as he made his way down Harry's body, resting on the inside of a thigh and gently spreading his boyfriend's legs apart, without resistance. Harry moaned and bit his bottom lip as Draco's tongue ran the length of his erection and he took a deep breath to calm himself when he heard the popping sound of Draco opening the vial of lube.
"Trust me," Draco told him gently, pressing a soft kiss on Harry's belly.
"I do, completely," Harry responded earnestly, and he looked down at the beautiful blond sat between his legs. Draco gave him a gentle smile and rubbed his slicked fingers together before reached forward. Harry's eyes shifted back to the ceiling and he still couldn't help but tense as he felt a slick digit press against his arse.
Draco placed a few more kisses to the insides of Harry's thighs and Harry started relax, only letting out a small gasp at the feel of Draco's slick finger sliding inside him for the first time. It was... strange, Harry decided. But it seemed that his boyfriend wasn't going to give him long to think on that: Draco took the tip of Harry's already hard cock into his mouth and sucked, his tongue teasing at the underside of the head, as he pulled his finger out of Harry's body before pushing carefully back in.
"Merlin, yes," Harry gasped out at the sensation, quickly growing used to having something inside him, but then Draco added a second finger moments later, pushing both digits in deeper. Suddenly Harry was scrambling to get a grip on the bed sheets, his breath catching in his throat when Draco's fingers brushed against the sensitive cluster of nerves inside him.
"Bloody hell..." Harry said a bit shakily, his back arching and arse clenching a little against the still thrusting fingers. Draco removed his lips from Harry's cock to chuckle at his boyfriend's reaction, and took a moment to relish the slight of his mate's flushed skin. "That's... wow," Harry said a bit faintly.
"I know," Draco said, looking smug, before he took Harry's erection back into his mouth, teasing Harry with his tongue as he spread the two fingers he had buried in his mate, stretching him carefully.
As Harry began to relax around the intrusion, writhing and gasping in approval of Draco's attentions, the blond slid a third slicked finger into Harry's arse. Harry's hands tightened on the bedcovers either side of him, and let out a soft groan at the feeling of fullness; however, as long as those digits kept on rubbing the right spot to send those sparks of pleasure through him, Harry had no intention of putting a stop to any of it.
Draco thrust, twisted and spread his fingers, wanting to be sure he stretched his boyfriend properly. Like every other part of his body, his cock was slightly smaller than Harry's but, particularly given it was Harry's first time, he still wanted to be certain that he would not cause him pain.
"Fuck, Draco..." Harry moaned, his fingers still gripping tightly to the covers. It felt great; it was intense, perhaps too much so as he was starting to feel like a coiled spring about to break loose; he was going to come before Draco was even inside him and that wasn't what either of them wanted. "Draco..." he said again, "please."
Harry was ready; Draco could hear it in his mate's voice and feel it around his fingers. The blond pulled away, removing his fingers from Harry's arse and mouth from Harry's cock. Draco's own cock was hard with need and his own arse slick with his arousal thanks to his submissive genetics, which didn't seem to have taken note of the role reversal. Picking up the vial of lube again he slicked his own cock, placing a kiss on Harry's belly, near his navel.
Lining his hard and weeping cock up with Harry's arse, Draco leaned over his boyfriend, placing a kiss to the corner of Harry's slightly open and panting mouth. Harry smiled at him, meeting his eyes, and there was certainty and desire there, as Harry's legs lifted slightly to wrap loosely around his slender waist.
"I love you," Harry told him, one hand reaching up to thread through Draco's long blond hair, the other wrist draped over Draco's shoulder.
"I love you too," Draco replied, kissing Harry deeply as he pushed forward. There was resistance, and he reached down between his own legs and held his cock in hand until, with a wanton groan, the tip of his erection pushed into Harry's well prepared arse.
Harry gave a small wince at the stretch but kissed Draco again, nodding at him to continue. Draco didn't know what he had expected but it was tight, and warm, and intense. He pressed forward gently, in a rocking motion, before pulling back; he would take his time and so bit by bit he was further inside and, by the time he was balls-deep inside Harry, he had to stop to centre himself, lest he come too soon.
Draco began to move, pulling his hips back, before burying himself inside his mate again; Harry groaned at the feel of it, the smile on his face rounding in surprise as Draco thrust, brushing against the sensitive nerves inside him. It was so strange and the knowledge that Draco's cock was buried inside of him felt as good and arousing as the physical sensations. It took a few moments for them to find a rhythm, but soon they started to pick up the pace, thrusting and moaning in time with each other, stealing momentary kisses before they had to gasp for air.
"Fuck, yes," Harry cried out. "Draco... harder," he pleaded, his eyes pinched shut from the sensations overwhelming his body and yet he was desperate for more.
Draco was moaning in approval of everything, beyond bothering to try to form words, fucking Harry into their mattress. He had one hand on Harry's waist as the slender fingers of his other reached for Harry's cock and wrapped around it.
"Draco!" Harry screamed, as his boyfriend started to stroke him, in time with the thrusting in and out of his arse.
"Look at me," Draco said, pushing his hips forward until he could feel Harry's arse against his full and tight balls, holding himself there until green eyes opened and met his. Holding his mate's gaze, he picked up the punishing pace once more.
Beautiful; that was all Harry could think when he took in the sight of his boyfriend's pale skin in contrast to the rich purple of the wings spread behind him, his intense and loving silver eyes, the way his blond lover was moving above him, against him, inside him. He couldn't hold on any longer and his climax washed over him, his cock spurting and his arse clenching; it was powerful and amazing and he felt a little light headed from it.
The pulsing pressure from Harry that surrounded Draco's cock, and the sight of his mate coming undone beneath him, was all it took and Draco was following Harry over the edge, emptying himself into the dominant's willing body with an exclamation of ecstasy. It took a few moments before was Draco ready open his eyes again, not even realising he had closed them, his heart pounding in his chest as he took deep, ragged breaths .
Trying to calm his deep breathing, and covered in a sheen of sweat, Draco pulled out of his boyfriend, who was quite the sight, sprawled on their bed with a goofy grin on his face. The blond climbed over Harry's leg and lay down by his side, in Harry's open arms; he rested his head on his mate's chest and listened as Harry's heart gradually slowed to a more normal pace.
"That... was great," Harry said a little breathlessly, before turning to look at his boyfriend lying next to him, who was also still trying to catch his breath. "I think I still prefer fucking you but I would definitely not object to doing that again some time."
"Agreed," Draco said. "Though I think we might need to have another try at this the other way around in a bit," Draco suggested, turning his head to look smugly at Harry. "You know, just to contrast and compare."
Harry laughed, very much enjoying his mate's enthusiasm but feeling far too drained to be able to go again quite so soon. "Give me fifteen minutes and then sure thing, love," he replied, placing a kiss on Draco's nose.
"We could use that time for a shower," Draco suggested, as he ran his fingers over Harry's body, which was slick with sweat and had a trail of semen across his belly.
"That's a great idea," Harry said, not moving from where he was laying. His whole body ached pleasantly and he was just so content that he wanted to revel in it a moment longer. "I love you, you know."
"I know," Draco stated, smiling at Harry innocently for a long moment before finally caving to his wide-eyed, kicked crup expression. "I love you too," he said, placing a tender kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "Okay lazy, get that thoroughly fucked arse up and out of bed, pull out those sexy wings of yours and let's go get into the shower," Draco commanded enthusiastically, climbing out of bed and holding out a hand to help Harry up.
"Yes, sir," Harry replied happily, taking the offered hand and releasing his large wings as he got to his feet, wrapping the mass of green feathers around them both as he pressed his lips against Draco's.

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