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If you haven�t noticed yet� YES, I have a huge
obsession for the pet name �Dragon�. It appeared in almost all of my stories
until now, didn�t it? I hope you don�t feel horribly bothered.

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Before they reached the entrance to Slytherin, they stopped.

�Pull up the hood of your robes.�

Harry did as told, but squeaked when Draco�s strong arms lifted him up bridal
style.

�Draco, what��

�Bury your face in my shoulder.�

�Draco, I��

�Lilly!�

He used the fake name because they had reached the entrance. Draco spoke the
password and Harry buried his face quickly in his shoulder. The blond stepped
into the common room and everyone looked at him in confusion. Pansy ran towards
him and touched his arm lightly.

�Drae, what�s wrong? What�s with Lil?�

�She�s not feeling well. Mumbled something about girl
problems again. I�ll bring her up.�

Pansy�s hand wandered to Harry�s arm.

�Lil, do you need something?�

Harry just shook his head no, because he knew his voice had already changed
back as well.

Draco went to the stairs and up the same, not caring about the looks he got.

�Lilly? Your password?�

Harry lifted his head slowly and whispered into Draco�s ear.

�Dragon Eye.�

A wonderful shudder ran down his spine, feeling Harry�s hot breath so close,
and he needed to concentrate when repeating the password, not to stutter.

He stepped inside the room and let Harry slowly down, to close the door. The
moment he let go of the knob a huge circle glowed on the door and parts of the
wall and foreign symbols appeared. The quick it had been there, the quick it
was gone and Draco turned around to Harry.

It looked strange, the boy with the most beautiful eyes in the whole wide world
stood in front of him in a skirt. His hair was longer than he remembered and it
didn�t look that untamed anymore.

�Two days?� he asked and went closer to Harry, who had taken off his robes and
thrown on a chair.

�Yes, you need to stay with me for two days.� The dark haired boy�s voice
sounded apologetically.

Draco�s eyes wandered from Harry�s eyes down, scanning his whole body. He
snaked his arms around the small waist and looked back into green, nervous
eyes.

�Well, we should put that short time into good use.� His mouth landed on
Harry�s neck and began to kiss and lick a path up and down.

Harry melted into the touch and craned his neck for Draco.

�Don�t you want, mmmh, don�t you want to know what�s
going on? Mmmh, Draco.�

�Later.�

�I want to tell you, now. Please, dragon.�

The blond let go of the delicious neck and sighed.

�Fine. Why do you have still breasts?�

Harry looked down at himself and back up.

�I meant the whole story, Draco:�

�That�s part of the story. So, why do you have still breast?�

This time Harry sighed and freed out of Draco�s arms.

�They are fake. You know� padded bra.�

The Gryffindor, was he still one?, turned around and
began to unbutton the blouse. It fell to the floor and Draco was confronted
with wonderful tanned strong shoulders, not broad, but he wondered how they
could be hidden, nevertheless.

Harry reached around and opened the bra as well. Instead of turning around he
went to his wardrobe and took out a usual shirt.

Draco hurried forward, snaked his arms again around Harry�s waist and pressed
against his naked back. He looked over the shoulder and down along the smaller
boy�s chest. His left hand caressed over Harry�s abdomen and further upwards,
feeling the well trained body, until he reached his chin and turned his face to
his own. Their lips met in a heated battle and Harry bit Draco�s lower lip,
that he groaned and Harry pulled away quickly.

�Sorry. I�m sorry.�

�For what?� the blond asked when he nuzzled Harry�s shoulder. �I liked it. �
You won�t put on another shirt, will you?�

�Of course I will. Or you wouldn�t let me tell you. Am I right?�

Draco let go of Harry and fell on the bed that was next to the wardrobe.

�Okay, tell me the story. Do you know that your room�s just half as big as
mine?�

The Golden Boy put on the shirt and sat down on the edge of the bed.

�I know. I don�t mind. I don�t need much space. Besides, that�s why we�ve
always been in your room.�

The Slytherin Ice Prince pulled at Harry�s shirt and he turned around with a
questioning look.

�What? You can tell me the story as well, when you�re lying with me in your
bed. � I want you close to me, Harry.�

The Golden Boy smiled coyly, but crawled on the bed and lay down next to Draco.
The Slytherin grumbled displeased.

�I said �close�, not half a metre apart.�

Harry leaned up on his elbows, to shift closer and Draco used the opportunity
to wrap an arm around his shoulders and turned him around that he landed on
Draco�s chest with a soft thump. The dark haired boy looked up with mock
indignation.

�Hey! You can�t handle me like that.�

Draco smirked superior.

�I already did.�

With a �humph�, Harry fell back down on Draco�s chest and snuggled against it.
He rested one leg between Draco�s to have it more comfortable and sighed
contently.

�Well, then I handle you as human pillow!�

The blond chuckled and Harry felt as though he hadn�t heard something cuter
ever before. A hand snaked around his waist and pressed him even closer to the
firm, muscled chest beneath him.

He was tired and the warmth, radiating from his dragon�s body, wasn�t helpful
at all. He closed his eyes and befuddled himself with Draco�s scent.

�Didn�t you want to tell me something?�

Draco�s bass vibrated through his ribcage and Harry felt it wandering through
his own whole body.

�Mhmh� he purred absentmindedly.

Oh, yes, right, he wanted Draco to know. Harry rolled back, still Draco�s arm
around his waist and sat up, leaning against the headboard.

�Hey! What�s this?� Draco asked disgruntled, but the hurt undertone didn�t miss
Harry. He ran his hand through the blond�s soft strands and smiled.

�If I would�ve lain any longer like that I would�ve fallen asleep, dragon.�

�Fine.� Draco said simply and rolled aside to rest his
head in Harry�s lap, who watched him surprised �I don�t mind this way, either.�

This time Harry chuckled, but sobered quickly, remembering the story that
needed to be told. His hand didn�t stop combing Draco�s hair and strangely it
calmed Harry much, maybe the closeness to Draco was all he needed. He took one
deep breath and began:

�I wanted to die.�

Every muscle tensed in Draco�s body and Harry smacked himself mentally. That
hadn�t been the best sentence to start things. �For the media, I mean. Before I
went off to the final battle, I told Dumbledore that I wouldn�t come back to
Hogwarts or any other place in the magical world.

I was so fed up with everything. I told him, that if I shouldn�t die, my death
should be announced to the media nevertheless. I wanted to be free and that�s
why I would have chosen that path.�

Harry stopped for a moment and listened to Draco�s even breaths.

�And then you came to me.� He leaned forward and saw the blush on Draco�s
cheeks. �To be honest, I didn�t believe I would get out of the battle as the
living victor. I ever thought I would die somehow or other.�

Draco sat up and looked at Harry deeply shocked.

�It�s really encouraging to hear such optimistic words of the one you love.�

Harry leaned towards Draco and kissed him sweetly.

�I�m sorry, dragon. But back that day, you changed my mind completely. Just the
fact that the one, I�d loved secretly had confessed to me, gave me so much
willpower to get out of it alive that I�d survived.�

The Slytherin Prince gapped at the Golden Boy.

�You loved me as well?�

Again Harry couldn�t resist and placed another kiss on Draco�s addicting lips.

�Of course, or I wouldn�t have come back, would I?�

The blond pondered the question and lay back down, resting his head on Harry�s
legs.

�When I�d destroyed Voldemort, I remained badly injured between the ruins that
our fight had caused. Hermione and Ron brought me back to the headquarters,
what is now my home, and many people took care of me that were obliviated when I was in better shape again.

Hermione had told me later that they�d put me in an artificial coma or I
would�ve died.

They kept monitoring my mind to guarantee I had no pain and apparently, if Herm
told the truth, most of the time our kiss played in my mind.�

Harry went back to stroke Draco�s hair, a true smile playing around his mouth.

�So actually, you saved my life with that kiss.�

Draco held back his breath for a moment. He felt tears welling up in his eyes
and tried to hide it behind his blond hair.

Harry felt his change of mood and lifted Draco�s head from his legs. He lay
beside him and looked into that face that was perfection for him. His hand
pushed the strands out of Draco�s face and grey eyes stared at him. Silent
tears dropped slowly on the mattress and Harry�s thumb caressed over Draco�s
face to wipe them away.

The Slytherin Prince couldn�t say a word. He couldn�t tell if the tears were
out of happiness or sadness. He didn�t even feel awkward, because Harry saw him
crying. He crawled closer to the smaller boy and connected their lips in a
desperate kiss, to assure him that his Harry was real and meant for real what
he�d said.

The dark haired boy stopped the kiss but kept his lips on Draco�s. His emerald
eyes looked with all honesty into grey ones.

�You were my hero, Draco Lucius Malfoy.�

If he hadn�t lain already, Draco might have fallen on his knees in dash of
qualm. No one had ever said such significant words to him and meant them for
real, but Harry did. He felt it. There was no tinge of sarcasm, not a sliver of
it, and Draco didn�t know how to react. He just kept staring into those amazing
green eyes he had missed so long.

Harry caressed over the Slytherin�s cheek and smiled
softly.

�Should I go on?� he asked with a voice that fitted perfectly to his smile.

Draco just managed a small nod. Harry moved to sit up again, but Draco held him
down.

�Stay like this, please.�

The former-Gryffindor took his old position and looked again into Draco�s eyes,
who stretched out his hand and ran it through the long
hair of Harry that Harry closed his eyes and sighed.

�When they let me awake out of the coma I felt like torn inside. I wanted away
from all this fame, all those lies, all this hype about me. But I also wanted
back to you. I had silently promised you to come back to you, for you. I knew, I needed to make a decision, because the media was already
informed that I�d died. Herm and Ron had told me.

I wanted you to know that I�m fine, that I�m alive, that
I would come back to you, no matter what.�

Tears ran down Harry�s face now, when he relived the time in his mind. Draco
stopped his hand in Harry�s hair and pulled him closer to kiss the tears away.
Sobs were muffled through gentle kisses and Harry inhaled deep to calm.

�I read so many books, to inspire me, to find a solution. I was worse than
Herm.� He chuckled quietly �But I wanted to be with you. And then I stumbled
over this potion.�

Draco raised an elegant eyebrow in question, but kept silent. This was Harry�s
time now. He felt that the boy needed to tell him to feel better. Maybe he
thought Draco would reproach him for what had happened.

�It�s something close to the Polyjuice Potion, but
much stronger and you can influence the look of the person, you turn in,
yourself.

I talked to Professor McGonagall and begged her to let me go back to Hogwarts
as another student. It had been my idea to become a girl, because it�s as far
away from me as Harry Potter as possible. But you noticed me nevertheless.� He
stated with a smirk, that Draco mirrored.

�The problem with the potion is that it affects the body of one really strong.
I could�ve changed my body entirely, but Snape dissuade me from doing so. He
meant, if I would change completely I could be dead
after this school year.�

Draco jerked up into a sitting position and looked furious. Inadvertently he
had tugged at Harry�s hairs and the dark haired boy rubbed his head now slowly.

�WHAT? Severus knew that you�re alive � all the time? I can�t believe it. He�s
my bloody godfather.�

�Draco, please� He made a vow not to tell anyone. Even if he�d wanted to, his
vow had hindered him.�

The blond�s eyes blazed with anger still, but his breath slowed down and he lay
on his back, staring at the ceiling.

�I�m sorry, dragon. I really am. I know he would�ve told you, if he could�ve.�

�I know.� Draco gruffed but didn�t move. Harry sat on
the other side of the bed and looked at his love with huge eyes. He would go on
with his story, maybe Draco would calm down by the way.

�Severus helped me brewing the potion correctly, but told me from the beginning
to take a break every twenty-five days. Two days where I wasn�t allowed to take
the potion, that my body could recover a little and that�s why I lock in myself
once a month.�

Again Harry took initiative and crawled towards his blond dragon. Two arms shot
up and entwined behind his neck and pulled him down on Draco�s chest. The position
they�d begun with.

�You can�t imagine my feelings when I saw you the first time at the
start-of-term feast and when you gave me the chance to befriend with you. You
made me so happy, dragon. So happy.�

He felt lighter. Telling Draco all this took a lot of pressure from his soul.
And although Draco didn�t say a word now, he knew the blond understood and
loved him. The tiredness he�d felt earlier came again over him and he saw no
reason to fight it this time. He had now two entire days with his dragon alone
and would enjoy every so small second of it.

Draco must�ve felt his exhaustion, because Harry felt being gently moved all of
a sudden and being tugged under the blanket of his bed. The warm body of Draco
pressed against his back and a strong arm pulled him even closer against the
same.

The last thing Harry got was Draco�s whisper against his neck.

�Don�t leave me ever alone again.�

If he has realised that he has answered with a �Never, dragon.� is uncertain.

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The dark haired boy awoke out of a pleasant dream. Everything had been so
beautiful. Draco had finally known and wasn�t the slightest angry with him. He
felt at ease with the world, but it must�ve been a dream, it was simply too
good to be true.

He opened his eyes slowly and heard someone purring in his neck.

�Hmm you�re finally awake.�

An arm tightened around his mid and pulled him against a firm chest. Harry�s
senses crept slowly back into the right places and he rolled on his back to be
confronted with amazing grey eyes, that shined with happiness and joy and pride
and� lust.

Draco was here for real? It hadn�t been a dream? Everything was beautiful in
real life? Draco was beautiful in reality, more than in his dreams. His blond,
always perfect hair was dishevelled and fell in unruly strands over his face.

�Good morning, love.�

Harry�s hand reached out and combed through Draco�s hair.

�I love your hair like this. Has anyone else ever seen it like this?�

The Slytherin Prince chuckled and rolled his eyes.

�That�s the strangest �Good morning� I�ve ever gotten. And yes, my mother and
Pansy have seen it before.�

Harry lifted his head a little and brushed his lips against Draco�s.

�I�m sorry. Good morning, dragon.�

�Hmm much better.� The blond hummed. �A house elf
brought breakfast about ten minutes ago. And apparently he knew that I�m here
as well, because the tray is full of delicious food. So, what do you think
about breakfast in bed?�

�As long I don�t need to stand up to get the tray, I�m totally fine with it.�

Rough but gentle hands stroked along his leg and pushed the skirt up, he still wore, to stroke over his thighs also. Harry
moaned silently and snuggled closer against Draco.

�Alright, breakfast then.� And with a swift motion the Slytherin was out of the
bed and got the tray.

�That was mean, dragon.� The Golden Boy stated when Draco came back to the bed
and placed the tray between them.

Draco just sat down on the bed and rested against the headboard. He began to
spread jam over a piece of toast and handed it an astonished Harry.

�Thank you. Hmm that�s yummy.� He almost chirped and munched happily.

The blond leaned over the tray and kissed him innocently.

�Hmhm you�re right.� And chuckled because of Harry�s
perplexed face.

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The tray disappeared with a �plop� when they�d finished breakfast, which had
been often interrupted through stealing kisses from the other one.

The moment the tray was gone, Harry found himself back in Draco�s arms and a
kiss was pressed against his left temple. He leaned into the body behind him;
this was what he had wanted for a long time. He wondered if they would�ve found
together if he hadn�t had to kill Voldemort or if they would pretend not to
like each other still.

Draco�s mouth against his ear was a wonderful distraction from his thoughts and
he shivered.

�Harry?� Draco�s voice was husky and his hands that had rested on Harry�s
abdomen, wandered further down, stopping shortly above his groin. The
former-Gryffindor dropped his head on Draco�s shoulder and let out a sensual
moan.

�Don�t make such noises, if you don�t mean them.� Harry chuckled and felt
rapidly what Draco meant. After all, he sat between Draco�s legs and leaned
against him; the growing erection pressing against his rear.

He hadn�t that much experience with other men, yet he wasn�t afraid. This was
Draco, who�d said he loved him and Harry believed him doubtless. He wanted
Draco the same way, he wanted him. And he would never hurt him, of that Harry
was sure.

The blond made a second try and called Harry again

�Harry?� and used the same pitch. Again Golden Boy moaned and rolled his hips
out of impulse, grinding his behind into Draco�s crotch. The Slytherin bit his
lower-lip and inhaled through gritted teeth. If they would go on like this, he
wouldn�t get Harry out of bed at all. Taking one deep breath to control his
urge to buck his hips, he whispered into Harry�s ear.

�Will you take a shower with me?�

Harry�s head shot up and he turned to face Draco, in one swift motion. His eyes
were huge, not as in frightened but as in amazed, and stared motionless at
Draco.

�You mean together?�

�Of course, silly.� The Slytherin inclined his head
and began to nuzzle the others neck.

�Please, baby. I won�t beg a second time.�

Baby? Had he just been called �baby�? Well, he could
get used to it, as long it would just come out of Draco�s mouth. The warm
breath of his dragon against his neck felt so good and he craned his neck.

�Take a shower with me, Harry.� He heard being whispered against his neck. How
should he say no? This was Draco. He�d never be able to say no to him.

�Y-y-yes.�

All of a sudden, Draco�s breath had left his neck, as his face, and he was
lifted up and carried bridal-style over to the bathroom.

�Draco, you don�t need to carry me, really.�

�Sssh.�

A gentle kiss was pressed on his lips and he let himself being carried into the
bathroom. He definitely couldn�t say no.

Draco put him gently down on the ground and noticed the nerviness of Harry. His
hands pushed slowly under the smaller boy�s shirt and stroked over his hips.

�Stay here. You don�t need to do anything.�

Harry just nodded and the blond let go of him to fetch two towels for them. The
Golden Boy remained awkwardly on the same spot and looked around. His hand went
up to his face and he rubbed it, like he always did when feeling awkward.

Draco was back quickly and began to kiss Harry hungrily, to what he complied
easily. He nipped at Draco�s lower-lip tenderly and didn�t even notice that the
zipper of his skirt had been opened until it fell to the ground. He broke the
kiss, looking with a shocked expression at the blond, who just stared at his
completely exposed legs and began to unbutton his own shirt.

The shirt followed the lead of the skirt and now it was Harry�s turn to goggle.
His eyes followed every well defined muscle of the pale gorgeous chest in front
of him and he bit his lower-lip, fearing again of being caught. He�d seen Draco
before, just wearing boxers, but this was different. This time he wasn�t just
allowed to see him, but also touch him.

That thought in mind, he leaned against the tall blond, resting his hands on
the chest, and kissed Draco fiercely. His hands wandered down and he felt the
firm chest for the first time. His hands came to a halt at the waistband of the
pants. Draco moaned into the kiss, what he took as an encouragement and opened
the button. When pulled the zipper down, he felt Draco�s erection and brushed
along it with his fingers, that the blond bucked his hips.

The kiss broke and the Slytherin pulled Harry�s t-shirt above his head. Looking
at each other, just in their respective boxer-shorts, Harry blushed heavily and
tried to hide his chest behind his arms; what Draco, of course, didn�t allow.
He grabbed Harry�s wrists gently and pulled his arms to the sides that he
pressed his body against Harry�s and let again go of the wrists.

�You�re beautiful. Don�t be so self-conscious.� He whispered against Harry�s
neck and pulled the sensitive skin gently.

His hands stroked over the Golden Boy�s back and went further down under his
boxers to cup his behind. Harry squeaked a little and bucked his hips in
surprise that their erections collided and made them moan in unison.

Draco connected their mouths again and firmed his grip on Harry�s butt, that
the dark haired boy lost suddenly contact to the floor. Draco had pulled him up
and went into the shower with him. Harry�s arms snaked around his neck and
didn�t even let go, when he was put down again.

One hand vanished from Boy-wonder�s behind and Draco broke the kiss to adjust
the temperature of the water. Harry felt the warm jet of water running over his
entire body and he leaned his forehead against Draco�s chest. Both hands were
back on his behind and he felt the tugging at his boxers.

He couldn�t tell why, but it felt right and he acted often out of intuition. He
let one of his arms slide along Draco�s body, down to his own boxers and pulled
them completely down. He felt the short tension in Draco�s shoulders and
thought he�d done wrong. But he must�ve done right, because Draco�s grip on his
rear got fierce and pushed his naked erection against his still covered one.

The Slytherin let go of the gorgeous behind, when he thought he wouldn�t move,
and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezing a small amount in his palm. His
hands went up to the wet, long strands of Harry�s thick hair and began to wash
it with skilled hands that it felt more like a massage to Harry.

�Pull mine down as well.� He whispered.

�Huh?� was all the dark haired boy could think of. He�d closed his eyes, head
still leaning against the pale chest, and enjoyed to be spoilt the first time
in his whole life.

�My boxer-shorts, baby. Pull them down for me.�

�Oh.�

He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at Draco�s body. The bulge beneath the
thin cotton fabric would�ve been obvious somehow or other, but thanks to the
water the fabric stuck to the hard flesh that stood out even more so.

�Harry?�

He flinched slightly. His second arm left Draco�s neck and he brought both
hands to the blond�s hips. His hands slid slowly beneath the wet fabric and
pulled it down in that motion. Their erections met and they groaned quietly.

Draco�s hands left his head and he tried really hard not to pout. His face was
lifted up by Draco�s thumb and he received a love filled kiss when looking with
his huge green eyes at Draco.

�Tilt your head back.�

He felt the warm water hitting his face and running down the same in trickles.
His dragon�s hands were back in his hair and rinsed out the shampoo. Harry
sighed savouring and he pressed his hands flat against Draco�s chest. He�d
never felt this relaxed before; there�d always worries on his mind but not
right now. He felt safe and loved and spoiled. Three emotions he didn�t know
much.

Draco let go of Harry�s hair and pressed his entire body flush against the
smaller form of Harry�s instead. His long, slender digits rested on Harry�s
hands and enclosed them tenderly. With gentle force he pushed Boy-Wonder
against the cold tiled wall and received an angry hiss. Draco just smirked and
pressed Harry�s raised hands with one hand against the wall as well.

Seemingly Harry didn�t mind to obey; he leaned against the wall with closed
eyes, his cheeks tinted pink, and rolled his hips slightly against Draco�s. The
blond�s free hand wandered down along Harry�s tanned body and rested on his
slender hip.

�I want you, Harry.� Draco said with a husky voice and answered Harry�s rolling
hips with bucking his hips a little. The Golden Boy arched his back and pressed
himself further against Draco while he moaned in delight.

�Yes, yes� please, dragon.�

In a blink of an eye Harry was turned around and felt Draco�s hands on his
hips. He rested his forehead against his folded arms and concentrated on the
touch. Draco came closer and he felt the hard flesh of him pressing against his
butt.

Hot hands glided up his sides and stopped on his chest and pulled him flush
against Draco�s wet body.

�This will probably hurt, because I�ve no lube. Should we maybe call the��

�No, no, no, go on, please. I trust you. Please, Draco, fuck me.�

The Slytherin couldn�t stop the sensual growl escaping his mouth when hearing
his love begging him. His hands travelled down, one to Harry�s manhood and
pumped it languidly, but got faster when his second hand went around Harry and
breached his behind to get to the tight ring. He knew the water helped a
little, but wasn�t that effective as lube.

Suddenly he remembered the shampoo, squeezed a little on his hand and brought
his hand back to Harry�s behind. Draco listened to the gorgeous sounds of the
dark haired boy, when he inserted the first finger, and focused on them for any
unpleasant signs. His index-finger pushed in and Harry grunted quietly. The
blond kissed his neck lovingly.

�I�m sorry, baby. I�m sorry.�

Harry leaned again forward and leaned his forehead against his arms, resting
against the tiled wall.

�Don�t � Don�t � Be. It feels � It feels good.� He panted.

Draco smirked against his shoulder and pushed in deeper, making Harry inhale
razor sharp.

Shortly after, he was able to add a second finger and stretched Harry through
scissoring motions. The dark haired boy panted hard, but assured Draco more
than once that he was fine. All of sudden he wailed loudly and pushed his rear
into Draco�s direction.

�Oh, do I�ve found your prostate?� Malfoy asked naughtily. He touched the same
spot again and Harry almost howled in response. The third finger was added and
the howl mixed with quite whimpers of pain.

�I�m sorry.� Draco apologised again and stopped moving his fingers. He kissed
Harry�s neck and nipped his ear tenderly.

�Take them out, Draco, please.� The Gryffindor huffed.

�Does it hurt that much?� Draco smacked himself mentally that his voice
revealed his disappointment that much, but he�d stop if Harry wished for.

�No� but� but I want you��

The blond smirked evilly and scraped his teeth along Harry�s shoulder. He
pulled out his fingers and heard Golden Boy�s complaining whimpers. Grabbing
Harry�s hips tightly he entered the smaller boy slowly and felt in heaven.

�You�re so tight, baby.�

He�d buried himself completely in Harry and forced himself with all willpower
he owned, not to fuck him mercilessly. The boy who lived gritted his teeth not
to cry in pain. It hurt more to be filled completely than he�d thought. He
closed his eyes and concentrated on Draco�s hands. They felt good and he loved
Draco�s hands, they were long, elegant, soft and
caressed him with such tender touch.

�Harry?�

�Y-yes?�

�Are you okay? Can I move?�

�But slowly, will you?�

Draco felt the jet of water coming down on him and relaxed something. He rested
his forehead against Harry�s shoulder and pulled out a little to push back in
slowly. Golden Boy made choppy grunts that changed into one long sultry grunt
when Draco repeated the motion and grazed his prostate for the first time.

�Aaah! Do that again. Again, Draco!�

Draco couldn�t help it. He needed to laugh quietly and kissed Harry�s wet
shoulder-blade lovingly.

�If you moan my name again like that.�

�Don�t make fun of� aah yes, Draco!�

The blond had angled a little different and had met Harry�s sweet spot
minutely. Boy-wonder groaned in passion when Draco began to build up a steady
pace that wasn�t aggressive but rhythmically and full of love. He met Draco�s
thrusts and pushed his rear back naturally. The right hand of the Slytherin
slid slowly from Harry�s hip to his dick and enclosed the hard shaft. Harry was
so caught up in pleasure that he tensed at the sudden touch and made Draco
groan loudly.

�Fuck, Harry. Don�t. Do. That. Again! Or I�ll cum yet.�

Harry only mustered a sound of notice and leaned his head back against his
arms. Everything Draco did to him felt so amazing, he thought he could get
addicted to sex with his Dragon. Seemingly the Malfoy heir tried spoiling him
rotten with all the indulgence he granted him. He felt those elegant digits
pumping him in the same pace his sweet spot was met by Draco�s thrusts and
something began building up in his stomach.

Something, that felt hot, yet electrifying and urged
him to moan loudly; and felt even better when he moaned Draco�s name. Before he
knew how to prevent it, Harry almost yelled Draco�s name and shot his semen
over Draco�s hand and the tiled wall, both cleaned quickly by the running
water.

Although Draco had said, he shouldn�t do it, his insides had contracted
inadvertently and had tightened around Draco�s shaft that the blond buried his
load in him only seconds after Harry had cum himself. Draco�s forehead landed
heavily on his shoulder and he felt his hard pants puffing against his
shoulder.

�God, Harry, that was�� he slipped out of the
dark-haired boy and made him whimper.

�I�m sorry, Dragon.�

Draco tried to regain at least some of his energy quickly. He turned Harry
slowly around and saw the sad expression. Tears were washed away by the water,
but he knew they were there nevertheless. He wrapped his arms quickly around
Harry and pulled him as close as possible.

�Harry, baby, what�s wrong? I didn�t hurt you, did I?�

The smaller boy sobbed quietly against Draco�s chest and just noticed the water
gone when it got cold. Draco manoeuvred him out of the shower and wrapped him
into a fluffy towel. Back in those strong, pale arms Harry sobbed again.

�I�m sorry, Dragon. You said I ought not to tense, but��

�Sssh Sssh� a small smile
played over Draco�s mouth �my little, sweet, innocent Gryffindor. Do you really
think I would be angry with you, because you enjoyed the sex?� he took Harry�s
chin between his fingers and forced him gently to look up at him �You enjoyed
it, didn�t you?�

Harry looked shyly aside and blushed beautifully. �A lot.�
He whispered and couldn�t answer Draco�s look.

�What was that?� Draco mocked �I didn�t hear you.�

He loosened the embrace and rested his hands on Harry�s hips. His fingers moved
gently over the soft skin and made Harry chuckle.

�Hey, that tickles.�

�Oh really?� the blond smirked evilly and began to tickle Harry for real that
Boy-wonder squeaked and laughed freely.

�Draco, please� stop� stop� this is so mean.� He squealed happily and grabbed
Draco�s shoulders not to fall to the ground.

�I�ll stop, when you tell me if you like the sex with me?�

�Yes, yes, yes.� Harry squealed again through laughter �A lot.�

The tickling stopped suddenly and Harry found himself back in the strong
embrace of the Slytherin and being kissed hungrily.

�Good. Because I do too and don�t want it to be the first and last time I make
you scream my name.� Draco said seriously, but with a good amount of lewdness.

Harry punched his right arm playfully and buried his head in the blond�s chest.
�Stop it.� He mumbled �That�s embarrassing.�

�It�s not.� Draco simply answered and swept Harry up in his arms. The towel
that was wrapped around Harry�s shoulders fell to the ground and left Harry
naked in the arms of Draco. The Slytherin went out of the bathroom and over to
the bed with a struggling Golden Boy in his arms. He threw him on the bed and
crawled on the same, leaning over the smaller form of Harry.

Those mesmerising dark green eyes looked up at him. Not the tinniest spark of
hate in there, just joy, expectation and love. He had buried the hope to see
those eyes again, no matter what emotion playing in them, the day when Harry
had died. Back that day something had died in him as well and now it was reborn
and growing bigger than before.

Draco didn�t know what it was, but he felt it. It was strong but just as
fragile. He saw the concern, forming in Harry�s beautiful eyes and he smiled
sadly down on him.

�You have no idea how much I�ve missed you.� He whispered and saw the former
Gryffindor smiling as well.

�Just as much as I missed you.�

Draco leaned down and nipped lovingly at Harry�s ear. �Probably
even more.�

Harry sighed and mewled when Draco�s deep voice was so close to his ear that
his whole body vibrated �So� what do you want to do? We have�� he looked up at
the clock on the nightstand. 13:03. And leaned back
down to kiss Harry�s neck. �still one and a half day
just for us.�

Harry stretched leisurely and
yawned, with Draco still bent over him. He rolled to the side and glanced
sweetly up at the blond out of the corner of his eyes.

�I�m tired, Dragon.� Draco chuckled and gave way his arms, landing on Harry�s
form.

�But it�s only noon, love.�

The dark haired boy grumbled and shifted under Draco�s weight. �You�re heavy. I
would say it�s only natural that I�m tired.�

�Oh really?� Draco asked mockingly, while rolling off
Harry, but leaving one leg and arm draped over him. They, now, looked at each
other and Draco saw Harry�s bedroom eyes. �How should you know? I thought it
was your first time.� He mocked further.

Golden Boy managed a glare through drooping eyes and poked out his tongue. �Git. Whhaat would youuu�� Harry slurred lazily and yawned again. He snuggled
closer against Draco�s chest and mewled happily.

�Fine. Let�s get some sleep.� Draco said, smiling down
at the naked boy and feeling content. He pulled the blanket above their bare
bodies, just in time to see Harry already sleeping. Draping his arm back over
the slighter boy, Draco fell asleep soon after.

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I hope you liked it. I�m not quite sure about the entire thing, but your
opinion is always appreciated. But what I really wanted�

Maybe some of you�ve already read my note on my profile (yes, I finally wrote
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�I thought about posting all my stories on a LJ that you can download them. But
I don't know if there would be any resonance. What do you think? Please, tell
me your opinion. Just leave a small review to one of my stories with your
thoughts.

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