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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's note: Here I am with the last chapter of this story :) I thank you all for your continuous support. I hope you'll enjoy this last chapter :) There's also a sequel being written to this so hopefully I'll manage to start posting that one soon.

Thanks to the following reviewers: delia cerrano; Silver_Shades (sorry for the spelling mistakes; I try to edit them as well as I can. Thanks for the compliment); Morbid_and_Sexy; Madamdragon; Sharebear817; cocobyrd87; unneeded (this story has no Horcruxes - it would be a bit difficult to incorporate those well in this story - so Harry's scar is just a scar, nothing more)

Warnings: LEMON between Draco and Harry and between Sirius and Remus

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 30: Draco's birthday

25th of May

Harry laid frozen in the hospital bed, emerald green eyes wide and horrified, staring at the green beam making his way to him. He would die now and the only stupid thought that ran through his head was how will Dumbledore mask my death?

Right at the moment that the green light would envelop his body and steal his soul from his body, the door flew open and crashed against the wall with a loud BANG and a veil appeared in front of him, turning silver when the curse hit it. A loud screeching sound filled the room and Harry's ears rung long after the veil disappeared.

After that, things went quickly. Dumbledore turned around quickly with a frown on his face and stared right into the hateful eyes of Draco, Lucius and Snape, who all pointed their wand at the old headmaster.

"Expelliarmus!" Lucius snapped, but before he could take the wand of Dumbledore, the old man smiled absently and suddenly with a loud crack disappeared. For a few seconds the castle shook and groaned when the wards were breached abruptly and they had to grab the wall to stay right on their feet.

Harry blinked and stared at the empty spot where the headmaster had disappeared. He began to tremble and it hit him now fully that he could have lost his life now. He could have died and that by the hands of someone who everybody trusted. What had Dumbledore been thinking?

"Harry!" Draco gasped and shot forward to embrace Harry against his chest, rocking him back and forth like a mother did to her distressed child.

Harry clung to the warm body in front of him and only when he felt something wet hitting his hand, did he realize that he was crying. His chest hurt with the hard sobs and he was gasping for breath, but he couldn't stop.

"Draco." He murmured and buried his face in Draco's neck, wetting his shirt in the process.

The blond Slytherin didn't seem to mind. "Hush, Harry, I'm here now. It's over. He's gone, you're still here." Draco murmured and rubbed his back soothingly, suppressing his own sobs.

His body felt cold with shock and he still couldn't comprehend what had happened. He had been ushered out Harry's room by the head nurse who had reprimanded him for not eating and sleeping enough. He had barely held himself back from snapping at Pomfrey – how the fuck was he supposed to eat and sleep while his boyfriend was in a coma? In the end he he had no other choice than to obey the nurse and tried to eat a sandwich with something that had tasted like meat with a spicy sauce. He didn't really care what was on his bread. Ruby and Garin had been sitting next to him, both their tails swishing back and forth in their anxiety to see their master again, when suddenly they both had stiffened and Ruby had started to growl, Garin joining in with angry hissing.

The only message he had gotten from Ruby before he was ushered to follow them was Master is in danger.

His godfather and father had immediately followed him after having seen his worried and scared face, even though they had been forbidden from leaving their beds for another week.

The scene they were met with when they crashed into Harry's private room, stunned them for just a few seconds before they took action.

Too bad we haven't managed to stun that asshole, Draco thought darkly and buried his face in the dark unruly hair of Harry who was still shivering and trembling fiercely. Not that the blond could blame him.

"Potter, are you alright?" Snape asked curtly and strode over with a slight limp in his right leg.

Harry raised his head and wiped away the tears that were still escaping his eyes. "I think I'm fine, sir." He said in a small voice.

"Can someone tell me what on earth happened here?" Pomfrey stormed in the room, her eyes shooting fire.

Lucius sighed. "Please call the Minister and the rest of the teachers here. We have to discuss something." He replied gravely.

Pomfrey looked ready to protest but one look on the grave faces of Lucius and Snape made her turn around to get everyone together. She still didn't know what had happened in the time that she had left the room, but one thing she knew for sure was that whatever had happened, it had been something bad.

"So, if I understand correctly, Dumbledore, the one who defeated Grindewald and has been the leader of the Light ever since that fight, that same man has tried to kill Potter?" Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow and looked skeptically.

Lucius nodded curtly. "I know it's hard to believe, but that is what happened. Why do you think he isn't in the school anymore?"

"Why did he try to kill Mister Potter?" McGonagall frowned, her face marred with tired wrinkles. Her right arm was in a sling to avoid her arm from moving too much. It had been broken in three places and all Pomfrey could do was give the professor Skeleton and keeping the arm bundled.

"He said he had to do it because he thought I would become another Voldemort." Harry's quiet voice spoke up for the first time since everyone had gathered in the room.

Every pair of eyes shot towards the dark haired boy.

Draco had moved towards a big chair next to the bed, cradling his boyfriend in his lap. Remus was sitting on the bed, his large hand covering Harry's small pale one and rubbing his thumb over his palm. Sirius was still asleep; Pomfrey had decided that it was better to let Sirius sleep through his wounds because they were too severe.

Remus himself had managed to escape with a few burn marks and a few more scratches.

"What do you mean?" Banning squeaked worried.

"He said that he didn't want to risk raising another Dark Lord so he tried to kill me with the Killing curse." Harry replied softly, his other hand clenching Draco's arm.

Draco rubbed his back and kissed his neck softly.

Scrimgeour leant back in his chair, his fingers tapping harshly on the wooden table. "You do realize that it will be very difficult to convince the public that Dumbledore has to be arrested and brought to Azkaban? People will think you have a grudge against him and want to take him down."

"Do you believe Harry, Minister?" Remus asked calmly, his golden eyes glowing eerily in the day light.

Scrimgeour tensed and looked at him warily. He didn't have anything against most werewolves – it wasn't as if they had chosen to be infected with that virus, but the way Lupin was regarding him now, made him look like a wolf ready to strike once he had uttered the wrong word. There was no doubt about it that if he declared he didn't believe Potter, Lupin would make sure he would regret that.

"While I find it hard to believe that Dumbledore would try to kill a student," he began slowly and he noticed Lupin tensing. "I also find it suspicious that he would just disappear right through the wards. I'm certain the Aurors outside felt the breach in the wards as well." He frowned. "Someone innocent wouldn't escape and we have enough witnesses to prove his actions." He sighed. "I will issue an arrest for Dumbledore and will tell the Head Auror to form a team with the best Aurors he can find. You will need to deliver your memories and Potter, you need to talk to the Prophet. I know you have your issues with that paper, but for now they are your ally. Most people read that newspaper and if they read what Dumbledore tried to do, they will turn their back against him and it will be more difficult for him to ask for shelter."

"Thank you, minister." Lucius said gratefully.

Scrimgeour shook his head. "Don't thank me." He sounded tired. "We finally get rid of the most dangerous wizard there has existed and now we have to go up against a man with enough power to make even Voldemort afraid." He grimaced and looked at Harry. "You really know how to pick out your enemies, Potter."

"Trust me, I hate that particular talent of me." Harry murmured with a sigh and leant his head back against Draco's shoulder who quirked a small smile.

Scrimgeour stood up. "Well, I'll inform the Head Auror of the recent events." He nodded to Harry. "I thank you on behalf of the whole Wizarding community for getting rid of a dangerous wizard."

Harry just nodded warily, feeling too tired to react properly. He had managed to kill Voldemort and had survived another murder attempt on his life by his own headmaster. For now he just wanted to stop thinking.

Go to sleep, master, we'll be here to watch over you, Ruby sent him the thought and he nodded to his large lion gratefully.

It had taken the teachers and the Minister a while before they had been able to ignore the huge lion sitting at Draco's feet with a snake curled on top of the lion's head. Even now, some eyes strained towards the animals, trying to mask their shock and interest.

Garin had assured Harry that Sapphire was fine and was still hiding in the bed, only coming out when Daphne came to give her food. She would only come out the bed once she saw her master again.

Slowly emerald green eyes slipped close, the last thing he saw was a blurry image of Draco kissing his forehead and Remus stroking his hair.

27th of May

"So after you woke up, the Headmaster congratulated you for defeating You-Know-Who and then tried to kill you?" The reporter of the Prophet, a woman in her mid thirties and with red blazing hair with purple streaks through it, raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry expectantly.

They were sitting in the office of McGonagall with Snape sitting in the corner to act as supervisor. McGonagall was busy with giving her own interviews to the press and taking over the duties as Headmistress now that Dumbledore was gone. She had given Harry her office to conduct his interview because that room 'looked more invitingly than that of Severus'.

Snape was reading a Potions book, but every so often his gaze would rest on Harry and sometimes he gave him an encouraging nod when Harry struggled with one of the questions.

Harry was grateful that the man was there, because his presence calmed him down. That may had something to do with the fact that Snape had threatened to use his experimental potion on the reporter if she so much as dared to write false comments.

"Yes, he claimed he had to kill me because he didn't want to risk raising another Dark Lord." Harry replied, his thumb rubbing distracted over the necklace Draco had given him for his Valentine.

"Why would he suspect you of becoming the next You-Know-Who?" The reporter inquired curiously, her hand tucking a stubborn strand of red hair back behind her ear.

Inwardly, Harry rolled his eyes; Voldemort was dead for a week now and still people had trouble with saying his name. What was so hard about saying the word 'Voldemort'? "I think it is because he was afraid I would become more powerful than him." He shrugged. "I defeated Voldemort on my own and Dumbledore was the only one Voldemort was afraid of, they say. So I think that the Headmaster thought I would become more powerful than Voldemort and that would apparently cause trouble for him."

"Would you become a next Dark Lord?"

Harry stared at the woman incredulously. "I just killed the man who killed my own parents and hundreds of other people – why would I want to become the next Dark Lord?"

"Because you would have a lot of power?" The reporter suggested eagerly.

"You can have a lot of power while you're good too." Harry replied coolly. "Having a lot of power doesn't determine whether or not you end up as a dark wizard or not."

"Some readers have expressed their worry that you will become dark because you were sorted in Slytherin due to the ritual. What do you have to say about that?"

"That becoming bad or good isn't defined by which house you are sorted in." Harry answered icily. "Look at Pettigrew, he was a Gryffindor and he still sold out my parents to Voldemort."

The reporter winced.

"And look at Dumbledore, he was a Gryffindor as well and he tried to kill me. Turning into a bad or a good wizard is made by your own choice not because of a house you're sorted in. But to answer your question: I'm not becoming another dark wizard. You can choose to believe me or you don't, but either way I don't care." Harry said annoyed and crossed his arms.

The reporter looked flustered and she fiddled a bit with her collar. "Well, euhm, I think I have enough for a long interview." She stood up and gathered her quill and parchment, stuffing them in her bag. "Thank you for your time, Mister Potter."

Harry nodded with narrowed eyes and watched how the woman quickly left the room after throwing a nervous glance at Snape who closed his book.

"You handled that quite well, considering you were on your own for this one." Snape said calmly.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes well, let's hope that the public doesn't think I'm a lunatic again." He scowled.

"As long as the ones who matter know the truth, it doesn't matter what the public thinks of you." Snape murmured and stood up. "I heard that the nurse is allowing the mutt to wake up today. Why don't you go see him?"

Harry grinned and shot out his chair. "Thanks, sir!"

Snape snorted and stepped aside to let the boy through.

Remus looked up when the door of his quarters flew open and he smiled when he smelt Harry coming towards the bedroom. He had finally convinced Pomfrey to move Sirius to their own quarters where he could rest – all he needed was a bed really and it didn't matter whether that bed was in the infirmary or their own quarters.

He smiled when the door of the bedroom opened to reveal a flushed Harry.

"I assume Severus told you about Sirius waking up." He said amused and settled himself against the pillows spread out against the headboard. Sirius was lying next to him, snoring softly. All his wounds had finally healed though his side would be sore for a while.

"Yeah, he told me." Harry grinned and took a seat on the bed.

"How did the interview go?" Remus asked idly, his right hand playing with his lover's black hair.

Harry scowled and tugged at his hair. "Fine, I guess; Snape made sure she would only write the truth and no lies. But she still asked me whether or not I was planning on becoming the next Voldemort."

Remus snorted amused. "Well, I guess you have to deal with that nonsense for a while." He sighed.

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but was halted when his godfather started to shift around, mouth opening and murmuring something soundless.

They both held their breaths and leant forward.

Hazy grey blue eyes opened slowly and blinked in the light of the candles. "You know," Sirius began in a raspy voice, "I really should stop dying; it's becoming very annoying."

Remus snorted and Harry broke out in a laugh, relieved to hear his godfather speaking again.

"I can only support you in that one." Remus smirked and handed over a glass of water.

Sirius sat up with the support of Remus and took a sip, sighing relieved when the cool liquid soothed his throat.

"So what day is it?" He looked around as if the date would suddenly appear in front of him. His eyes landed on a grinning Harry. "Seeing as you're alive, can I safely assume that old Voldie is finally gone for good?" He asked lightly, but his voice carried a tense undertone.

"Yeah, he's gone for good." Harry smiled and patted Sirius' leg underneath the covers. "It's the twentieth-seven of May to answer your first question."

Sirius groaned. "I was out for a week?"

Remus nodded. "Be glad that Pomfrey managed to heal you." He glared at Sirius who looked sheepishly. "Next time you arrive that cut up, I will kill you."

"Ah, I missed you too, Moony." Sirius winked and gave him a soft kiss against his lips. Remus tried to keep his glare, but the corners of his mouth were twitching and he looked away.

Sirius grinned. "So what did I miss when I was out?"

"Well," Harry began hesitantly. "What do you want to know?"

"Were there many killed on our side?"

Remus sighed and the light atmosphere in the room turned heavy. "Fleur Delacour lost her sister when a Vampire killed her." He began softly and Sirius sighed. "Fifteen Hufflepuffs from the fourth year died when they were ambushed by a group of Death Eaters and another ten of the sixth year died when they rescued five of the fifth year who were cornered. Ravenclaw lost twenty students and Gryffindor lost thirty."

"And Slytherin?"

"Astoria Greengrass was killed when she ducked in front of a spell to save her sister." Harry replied softly. "Nott was killed too – I don't know who killed him. Two girls of the seventh year died and three boys from the fourth year died when they couldn't defend themselves against the Dementors. Then there are a quarter of the students who either escaped or died too when they fought against the Aurors."

Sirius shook his head. "I can't believe so many students lost their live." He bit his lip. "And how are the magical creatures?"

"The Merpeople have lost two of their people." Remus took over again. "The dragons are all okay, but that was to be expected of course and the Centaurs lost one of their own."

"When will the service be held?" Sirius asked with a frown.

"At the end of June." Harry replied and crossed his legs. "They are going to replace the exams. McGonagall didn't find it appropriate to hold exams this year."

"McGonagall?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would McGonagall decide that? That's for Dumbledore to decide, isn't it?"

Remus sighed and looked at Harry, who nodded at him to give him permission.

"Dumbledore isn't headmaster anymore." He began carefully. Pomfrey had warned him not to let Sirius get too excited the first couple of days because his body still had to rest. Of course telling him the news of what the headmaster had done wouldn't exactly keep his lover from being too excited. But he couldn't hold him in the dark – Sirius would be furious if he found out about Dumbledore at a later date.

"Why, did he die?" Sirius asked concerned. He may not like the old man, hell, he loathed him, but he was still a source to be reckoned with and he had managed to keep Harry relatively safe all those years when he was in school.

"No, he fled out the school."

"Wait, what? Why would he flee? What the hell happened when I was sleeping?" Sirius began to feel angry, not liking the fact that his lover and his godson were keeping something huge from him.

"Promise me you will stay calm, Sirius." Remus said urgently and gripped his arm tightly. "I won't have you overexert yourself on the first day that you're awake."

Sirius opened his mouth to protest but one look at Remus' grave face made him nod reluctantly. "I promise to stay calm." He looked at them warily. "I'm not going to like what you're going to tell me, am I?"

"No, probably not." Harry took a deep breath. "When I woke up in the infirmary a couple of days ago, Dumbledore sent Pomfrey outside to talk to me." He began to fiddle with a loose thread of his T-shirt. "He told me that I was a very powerful wizard and that he couldn't risk raising another Dark Lord, so he – he tried to kill me." The last sentence was whispered and Harry looked away.

"WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK DID HE TRY TO DO?" Sirius asked enraged and shot up in bed, only to be pushed down again by Remus.

"Sirius, god damn it, I told you to stay calm!" Remus snapped.

"How the fucking hell am I supposed to stay calm when I get to hear that my godson was nearly killed by that asshole!" Sirius snarled and tried to fight against the tight grip Remus had on his shoulders.

"But he didn't succeed!" Remus snapped back. "Harry is still here and the Minister has assembled a team of the best Aurors to catch Dumbledore and bring him to Azkaban. The public is warned too so he won't be able to seek shelter."

Sirius breathed heavily. "When I see that son of a bitch again, I'm going to fucking kill him." He swore; a mad glint in his eyes. "He has gone too far this time."

"And I'll be there to help you kill him." Remus said grimly.

Sirius smirked and then looked at Harry who was staring at him with huge eyes. He grinned sheepishly. "Come here, Prongslet. I'm sorry for my outburst."

Harry chuckled weakly. "It's okay." He murmured and slid forwards so that he could hug Sirius.

"So in a month school will be over. What do you think of spending the summer in that holiday house your father left me?" Sirius asked casually after he had given his godson a tight hug. Merlin, it was so good to see his godson alive. He hadn't been conscious when Harry had gone up against Voldemort, but he did remember the nightmares he had had during his recovery. All of them had involved Harry and Remus being killed by Voldemort. He had never been as relieved as now to wake up and find his family safe and healthy.

Harry grinned. "That would be awesome!" He said excitedly.

"Blondie, Lucius and old Snivellus can come too – after all they protected you so they deserve a vacation as well." Sirius winked.

Harry gaped. "Are the potions messing with your head, Sirius? You who voluntarily offers Snape a place to relax?" He ducked his head to avoid the slap Sirius wanted to give him.

"Oh shut up." Sirius grinned. "I'm feeling generous, alright?"

"Where is Draco anyway? I'm surprised he isn't here as well." Remus asked curiously.

"He's talking with his mom now." Harry replied softly and bit his lip. "She wanted to see him and he agreed."

"That's good for him." Remus murmured. "Where are your pets?"

"Relaxing in the dorms. I figured they earned it after the things they have done to save my life." Harry smiled weakly. He still couldn't get over his shock at discovering that his pets had been able to ward off the killing curse. But like they had stated, they would do anything to help him.

"So, that's why I wasn't able to contact you, Dragon." Narcissa spoke softly in her smooth clear voice. She was sitting in McGonagall's old office – the new Headmistress had moved to Dumbledore's former office.

His mother was dressed in a dark purple gown that covered her to her ankles. Her blond hair was in a simple braid and a single diamond bracelet adorned her wrist. She looked tired and she had lost some weight, making her even frailer looking than before, but she still looked as beautiful as ever.

Her small hand reached out to cover Draco's own slightly bigger one. "I'm sorry that I put you through all that pain, my son." She whispered. "Believe me when I say that there hasn't been a day that I didn't miss you and that I wished I would have been able to contact you. Will you be able to forgive me for hurting you?"

Draco blinked and wondered why his vision seemed so blurry before he realized that a sheen of tears blurring his vision. He quickly forced them back and swallowed the lump that had settled in his throat. Here was his mother again, the one person he had thought he had lost forever after that fateful afternoon last year. She was here again and she was alive and had missed him. She had missed him like he had missed her and she still loved him.

"Of course I forgive you, mother." Draco smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. "I missed you as well."

Narcissa smiled relieved and stood up, startling the blond boy with the sudden move. He was even more shocked to feel her arms enveloping him in a tight hug and the scent of wild flowers filled his noise and made him cling harder to her.

"I love you, sweetie. Never doubt that." She whispered in his ear and stroked his hair.

"I love you too, mum." He whispered back and kissed her cheek.

She smiled and took her seat again. "I'm glad we were able to work things out."

"Have you talked with father?" Draco asked carefully, trying to gouge how much his mother knew of Severus and his dad.

Her smile turned serene. "Yes, I talked to him, dear and I know of his relationship with Severus."

"How do you feel about that?" Draco asked softly, keeping her hand clasped between his.

"I love your father very much, Draco, but we were never in love." She told him and she sounded amused. "I have known for a very long time that his heart belonged to someone else and I'm happy that he is finally with the man he desires and loves. I wish him and Severus all the best."

Draco smiled. He should have known that his mother wouldn't have a problem with his father and Severus. She was too kind hearted for that.

"Now, why don't you tell me how long you have been dating Harry, hm?" She suddenly asked with a teasing smile and an excited glint appeared in her ice blue eyes.

Draco groaned and covered his head in his hand. "Mother, how did you discover that?"

"Dear, I can read."

"You mean Voldemort got the Prophet too?"

Narcissa laughed. "No, sweetie, though the news was quickly spread around after that particular article. No, I have seen you with Harry." She smiled softly at him. "I'm glad you found someone to make you happy, sweetheart. Harry is really one of a kind. Promise me you won't let him go."

"I promise, mother." Draco smiled. "I'm not planning on letting him go now that I finally have him."

"Good, now tell me, is he a good kisser?" Narcissa giggled when her son groaned in mortification. Ah, how she had missed this banter with her son. She couldn't help but tease her son with his love. It was obvious that he was smitten for the Potter boy and she couldn't wait until Draco would properly introduce Harry to her. Maybe she should give her son hints to speed up the meeting.

Sirius sighed and leant back against the pillows when Harry left them alone after an hour.

"How are you feeling?" Remus asked softly and he started to absently stroke Sirius' hair.

"I'm feeling good." Sirius smiled. "Now, care to tell me where you went during the fight? I couldn't find you anymore and I was worried sick." He scowled.

Remus pursed his lips and looked away. "I got my revenge on some people." He answered vaguely.

"On who?"

"Greyback and Bellatrix."

"My cousin is dead?" Sirius asked shocked.

Remus looked at him warily. "Yes, are you mad at me now?"

Sirius laughed surprised. "Why would I be angry at you? I'm relieved to hear that insane bitch finally went to hell. She was getting annoying these last couple of years." He grinned.

Remus smiled. "Glad to hear that."

Sirius smiled and surprised the other man by pulling him on top of his body.

"Sirius, what are you doing?" Remus frowned and tried to sit up but was prevented by arms holding his back and forcing him to lie down. "You need to rest."

"What I now need is you." Sirius whispered and gave him a slow soft kiss on his mouth, coaxing an unwilling moan out of his lover. "Please, Remus? I missed you so much. I want to feel you again." His lips trailed down to the tanned neck, drawing circles on it with the tip of his tongue, feeling Remus shiver underneath his actions which made him smirk.

"Sirius, we can't." Remus' voice sounded strangely strangled and his hands gripped the pillows besides Sirius' head. "You need to rest – you just woke up a few hours ago."

"I'm perfectly fine to make love to you." Sirius told him confidently. "Now why don't you shut down your mind, take off our clothes and ride me, hm?"

Remus sighed. "You're insufferable."

"Nah, you're just so hot." Sirius winked and playfully smacked his ass, making Remus yelp. His hands settled on the perky ass of his lover and started to knead his ass cheeks through his pants, making Remus moan softly. He brought his hips up and pushed Remus' hips down to create the heavily friction he so badly needed. "Please, Remus? I need you so much."

Remus made the mistake of looking into those grey blue eyes that were burning right into his own and made him forget his common sense. He had missed making love with Sirius and well, if his boyfriend insisted that he was well enough to perform, who was he to deny him?

"Complain to me that you're sore and I'm going to kick your ass, understood?" Remus murmured against teasing lips and grabbed his wand, muttering the enchantment that would remove their clothes.

Sirius sighed when hot bare skin touched his own and he pulled the sheets back to look at the body on top of him. His fingers teased hard nipples and he reveled in the soft moans he managed to bring forth out of Remus. His hand trailed down over a muscled stomach and stopped when they reached a long white line that signified a wound recently healed. He paused and traced that line with his finger, making Remus trembled underneath his touch.

"I – I got that one when I fought against Greyback." He whispered and settled his hands on Sirius' shoulders. He felt ashamed of the amount of scars on his body and knew that would make him look uglier than he was. Even after all those months he still couldn't believe that Sirius was willing to touch him and kiss him, much less make love to him. The first time they had had sex, he had been afraid his body would turn off the other man and had tried to hide underneath a blanket. Sirius wouldn't have any of it and had proceeded to show his werewolf lover how much he was turned on by him.

Still, that didn't make Remus less insecure about the huge scares that were littering his body.

"I'm glad you are here." Sirius whispered and caught his lips in a hard kiss, forcing his tongue in the mouth that had opened to gasp for air and proceeded to ravish Remus' mouth quite thoroughly, making the other man quite dazed by the time Sirius let go of him to breathe.

Remus panted and groaned when he felt the insistent hard on pushing against his entrance. Sirius was getting impatient it seemed.

"Fingers or spell?" Remus brought out with difficulty and clenched his eyes shut when he felt hot lips surrounding his nipple. "Oh god," He groaned.

"Spell." Sirius murmured against the sweaty tanned skin and his hands trailed over the quivering thighs and his mouth attached itself back to Remus' quite aggressively, leaving the man enough time to mutter the lubricant charm.

Remus hissed when he felt the cold lube suddenly inserting itself in his body and he wiggled around, trying to get used to it. A finger pressing against his entrance halted him and he held his breath, his forehead leaning against Sirius' sweaty shoulder, forcing himself to relax when he felt the digit slowly entering him.

"So nice and tight." Sirius hissed and forced his finger deeper, making Remus tremble on top of him. A second finger was inserted quickly afterwards and soon Remus was rocking on top of three fingers, moaning every time they brushed against his sweet spot and trying to feel them deeper.

"I think you're ready." Sirius said breathless and removed his fingers, ignoring the whine he received in protest. He put his hands on the slender hips of his lover and guided him on top of his hard cock that was already leaking pre come. Slowly he pushed up with his hips at the same time that Remus pushed down, taking more of him in with each push until he was fully in, making them pause for a minute.

Remus opened his eyes and noticed how flushed Sirius looked. He smirked and laid his hands on top of Sirius' chest.

"God, I love the feeling of your cock in me." He groaned and pushed up only to push down again harshly, making Sirius moan loudly in response. Hands tightened on his hips and he started to rock forwards, trying to find a good position where Sirius could hit his prostate when he rode him; he found it after a few minutes of slowly rocking and pushed his lips against swollen red ones when he started to ride his lover for real now.

Quicker and quicker they went, Remus being guided by the hands on his hips and moans and groans filled the otherwise silent room, an occasionally 'I love you' whispered in each other's ears.

Remus groaned loudly and bit down harshly in Sirius' shoulder when his orgasm took over, a white light flashing behind his closed eye lids. His whole body trembled and shuddered and he clamped down on the hard cock inside of him harshly, drawing out a long moan of the man beneath him and he felt warm liquid hitting his walls, making him shiver.

They stayed in the same position until their shudders and trembles ceased and then Remus got up and lay down next to Sirius who pulled him in his arms.

"I love you." Sirius whispered in his ear and gave him a loving kiss.

"I love you too." Remus sighed and let himself being taken by the sweet feeling of sleep.

Fifth of June

Draco looked around the common room and took a sip of his Firewhiskey that he was now finally allowed to drink legally. Today was his birthday which meant he was now officially seventeen and could do magic outside of school without being caught for it. It also meant he would be seen as an adult by the Wizarding society.

The party was held in the Slytherin dorms, but his father and godfather and his mother had already delivered his presents. To his surprise he had even gotten presents from Lupin and Black, but like they had told him, he was now family to them so of course they would give him presents.

He hadn't opened his presents yet, because he had always liked that to do at the following day. It was kind of a ritual to him.

At first the Slytherins hadn't been sure if it would be appropriate to throw a party when they had just lost some of their comrades but like Daphne had stated, her sister and all the others who had died in the fight, would have wanted for Draco to have a real birthday party.

Only Slytherins were invited because the tension between the houses was still high even though they had battled together not even two weeks ago.

Blaise had given him his present before waltzing off to make out with Daphne who was now trying to convince her boyfriend to stop drinking so much alcohol.

Draco snorted and put down his glass with a frown. After the quick birthday kiss he had received that morning, he hadn't seen Harry at all and he was getting worried about his boyfriend. Where was he and why was he not at the party? Was he in trouble? Had Ron decided to get revenge for his dead brother?

Just when he decided to search for his lost boyfriend, he felt cool skin slithering up against his arm and when he looked down he looked right into the eyes of Garin who had a … card tied around his neck.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Draco retrieved the card and Garin slithered down again, disappearing into their dorms.

'Draco, it's time that you get my present. You need to go to the Room of Requirement to get it. I'll be waiting for you.

Harry'

A giddy feeling rose up in his stomach and he maneuvered through the mass of dancing students quickly, eager to see what his boyfriend had in store for him.

I wonder what kind of present Harry has for me, he wondered and quickly made his way up the stairs, taking short cuts where he could.

When he arrived in front of the plain looking door that hid the Room of Requirements he stood still for a moment to calm his breathing and force down the flush that had appeared on his face.

Taking a deep breath he opened the door and slipped inside. His mouth fell open when he saw what kind of room he was in. There was only two pieces of furniture in the room: a large four poster bed that took up most space in the room and a white night stand where a small bottle with some clear liquid was placed on. The sunlight came through the only window, but the room managed to stay cool even though it had gotten quite hot outside.

But what surprised Draco the most was the image of Harry sitting naked save for his boxers on the bed, a bow tied around his chest.

When Harry caught his eyes, a fierce blush appeared on his face and he swallowed. "Happy birthday, Draco." He smiled and sat up on his knees.

"Harry, why is there a bow around you?" Draco asked and slowly made his way over to the bed, not taking his eyes of the naked chest of his boyfriend. "For that matter, why are you half naked? Not that I complain of course."

"Well, euhm, I'm your present." Harry smiled at him shyly.

His heart started to beat wildly; did Harry mean what he thought he meant? Was he dreaming?

"I wanted to give you something special and well," Harry laughed nervously. "What's more special than my virginity, right?" His cheeks went even redder than before and he ducked his head, feeling his cheeks heating up.

Slowly Draco sat down in the bed, not daring to believe that this was true. "You really mean it, Harry?" He whispered and tilted up Harry's chin to look him in the eyes. "You don't have to do this if you're not ready. I can wait."

"I know I don't have to – I want to. I'm ready." Harry smiled bashfully. "I want to have sex with you, Draco."

God, I'm one lucky son of a bitch, Draco thought dazed. Harry was sitting in front of him in nothing but black boxers and he was ready for sex. He was ready to do it with Draco.

"You're really sure?" Draco asked again, just to be certain. He didn't want Harry to feel pressured just because it was his birthday.

Harry nodded. "I'm really sure." He smiled and then his eyes shone mischievously. "I believe you are overdressed, Mister Malfoy."

Draco smirked. "I believe you are right, why don't you do something about it?" He breathed and caught Harry's warm lips in a kiss.

Harry made a surprised noise in the back of his throat but kissed back eagerly, feeling the butterflies in his stomach slowing their flight slightly. With trembling hands, he started to lift up the white T-shirt that separated Draco's chest from his own and Draco raised his arms to help Harry take it off.

While Harry was busy working on the button and zipper of Draco's pants, Draco had untied the bow around Harry's chest and his mouth had found his favorite spot underneath Harry's ear.

Finally Harry managed to open his pants and he pulled them down quickly, kicking them off before pushing Harry on his back on the bed.

"You're so beautiful." Draco murmured and enjoyed the flush his words brought on Harry's face. He felt two warm trembling hands sliding down his chest and paying extra attention to his nipples.

"You're not so bad yourself." Harry smiled nervously and opened his legs after a bit of hesitating. He felt Draco lower himself between his legs and had to hold back the gasp that wanted to escape when he felt a hard cock, covered by boxers, pressing against his own throbbing one.

He felt cool hands making their way over his chest and a moan escaped his throat when those warm wet lips attacked his nipples.

"Fuck, this has to be the best birthday gift I ever got." Draco murmured and rose up to kiss Harry again, slipping his tongue inside as soon as Harry opened his mouth. He nibbled softly on the softly plump lips and felt Harry's ragged breath hitting his cheeks.

They both moaned when their hips started to grind against each other and they pressed harder, trying to increase the friction.

Harry couldn't believe this was really happening. Today he was really going to lose his virginity to Draco no less. He felt the butterflies kicking up again and tried to calm down. He knew he had to be relaxed in order for this to work, but he couldn't help but tense up whenever he felt hands straying towards his ass. He wanted this very much, but he was also afraid he would screw it up. What if he didn't move well? What if he sucked at it? Draco was the one with the experience, he had zero experience. What if he couldn't make Draco feel good?

"Relax, don't think too much." Draco whispered in his ear suddenly. "I'll be very careful, don't worry. I'll make you feel so good." He breathed and pushed down with his hips, making Harry whimper.

"I'm taking off our boxers now, okay?" Draco murmured against his cheek and when he felt Harry nod; he hooked his fingers behind the waistband of the black boxers and slowly pushed them down, making Harry hiss when his cock was exposed to the cool air.

Not wanting to be passive, Harry sat up and ignoring his naked body as best as he could, he pulled down Draco's boxers, gasping when he saw how huge Draco exactly was.

Is that even going to fit in me?, he thought desperately.

"What did I say about too much thinking?" Draco's amused voice scolded him and he looked up. "Lay down, I'm getting the lube."

Harry nodded and lay down again, trying to keep his body as relaxed as possible. However he couldn't help but tense up when Draco spread his legs and pulled them up.

Draco bent down to give him a soft a kiss. "Relax, alright? I'll be careful."

Harry nodded and looked at the ceiling, holding his breath when he felt a slick hand enveloping his cock and stroking it. He moved his hips in the hand, trying to get as much friction as he could, but even that distraction wasn't enough to keep him from tensing when he felt a wet slick finger pushing against his tight entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced his body to relax.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked worried. Harry felt incredible tight around him and he only hoped he would be able to calm down Harry enough for him to enter him fully. He would need to fit something in that would be much bigger than his fingers and he didn't want to hurt Harry too much. Harry needed to enjoy this.

Slowly Harry breathed out. "Yeah, I'm okay. Go on." He said tersely and tried to concentrate on the feeling of the hand stroking his cock.

When two fingers entered him, he felt a sting and a slightly burning pain, but he told himself to relax, to just go with it. Draco knew what he was doing and he would be careful with him.

Three fingers proved to be difficult and it wasn't until Draco hit something deep in him that he finally relaxed fully and started to enjoy the sparks of pleasure that would course through his body every time Draco hit that particular spot.

By the time Draco removed his fingers, Harry was whimpering with need and his hips were pushing against his own.

However when Draco settled himself against the stretched and slicked entrance, Harry felt his body tense up.

"I'm going in now, okay?" Draco whispered and stroked Harry's sweaty hair back.

Closing his eyes, Harry nodded and forced himself to keep quiet. He couldn't help the tears escaping his eyes when something blunt and big forced his way inside of him and by the time Draco was fully in him, a burning pain had taken over his body and he felt like he was being torn in two. God, he knew it would hurt, but he didn't think it would hurt this much.

He buried his face against Draco's shoulder to prevent the boy from seeing his tears. He wanted to make Draco happy and if he saw him crying now, he wouldn't be able to go through with it.

"Sssh, it's okay. Try to relax." Draco murmured and kissed his temple. He felt Harry shivering against him and knew it was from the pain he felt. He had tried to be as careful as he could, but apparently Harry had been more tensed that he had expected.

"It hurts." Harry said in a small voice and cursed himself for sounding so small. This was supposed to be Draco's birthday gift, he couldn't act like a baby now.

"I know it hurts, but I promise you that once you relax, I will make you feel so good, you will forget about the pain." He whispered and held himself perfectly still, though it was hard, being surrounded with tight hot walls, and knowing he was inside his lover now.

Slowly, very slowly, he could feel Harry relaxing his muscles and after getting a nod from the smaller boy, he started to move slowly, pulling out and pushing back in, making sure to hit Harry's sweet spot every time he pushed in.

He snaked his hand between their bodies, slick with sweat, and grabbed Harry's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Harry pushed his mouth against Draco's to initiate a passionate kiss and moaned when he was stimulated from both sides.

"Oh, god, Draco." He groaned and tightened his legs around Draco's hips, forcing him in deeper, moaning when that particular spot was hit harshly.

"Oh fuck, Harry." Draco moaned and started to speed up, slamming his cock inside Harry harder, making him tremble with the harsh thrusts. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Ye- yes, god, fuck, harder." Harry mewled and threw his head back.

Draco immediately latched on the pale skin of the bare throat and suddenly Harry was screaming his name and coming against his stomach. Muscles were contracting around his cock and that combined with the sight of a Harry trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, was enough to send Draco off the edge too. He felt his seed hitting Harry's warm walls and he moaned loudly.

After they had regained their breath, Draco slowly pulled out of Harry, making him wince a bit.

Draco snuggled next to Harry and pulled him in his arms. "You were amazing, Harry." He sighed contented.

Harry blushed and hid his red face in Draco's chest, making the older boy chuckle. "You were fantastic as well."

Draco smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. "Go to sleep." He whispered lovingly.

Harry smiled back and, ignoring the pain in his back that flared up whenever he moved, he snuggled closer to Draco, sighing contently.

Dumbledore was still out there, plotting ways to kill Harry and the air between the houses were still as tense as ever, but for now Harry didn't care about that. He was with Draco now and he had never felt as amazing as he did now.

Whatever would happen in the future could wait. For now Harry was content to lie there in bed with his lover, letting himself caught by sleep.

Draco only woke up once, when he felt something burning at the back of his neck. He frowned at the feeling but shrugged, closing his eyes again. It was probably his inheritance setting in. His body was probably adapting to the larger amount of magic he would now have.

Oh if only Draco knew the whole truth.

AN2: So what do you think of this chapter? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

Thank you all again for reading this story! I hope you'll read the sequel as well when I start posting it here :)

Love and cuddles

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