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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Oi, Harry!” He heard from behind him. He stopped.

“What is it now Malfoy?” Harry slowly turned around. “Not finished toying with me today?”

The sun peeked out from behind the clouds at that moment, hitting Draco’s hair and lighting it up. It gave him an undeserved angelic glow.

“Toying? I thought I was helping.”

“Helping? Is that what you’d call it? I’d say more like getting me back for that first day. I didn’t ask for your help anyway,” Harry replied.

“But you did,” Draco reminded him. “At the pub, remember? You asked me how I’m able to work with someone I don’t find particularly attractive.”

“Yeah, I remember. You told me you simply request not to work with him.” Harry tried to keep the hurt out of his voice. It was silly to be hurt by that. Really, Harry should have been relieved. He needed to put Malfoy out of his head. But the damned git kept showing up. For someone who claimed he wasn’t attracted to Harry, he sure went out of his way to spend time with him.

“You think I’ve insulted you,” Draco said in a condescending manner.

“You did insult me.”

“Let me make it up to you,” Draco offered. “I’ll buy you a pint and you won’t even have to even up.”

“I don’t want a pint. I’ve already had lunch and it’s too early for supper,” Harry said, in case Draco was going to offer up another suggestion.

“But it’s the perfect time for tea,” Draco smiled. He saw the corner of Harry’s mouth lift subtly. “When was the last time you had proper tea?”

Harry said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and steered him into a narrow alleyway between buildings.

“Watch it, Malfoy! What are you doing?” Before Harry could protest anymore, Draco disapparated them away.

They turned up in a small studio flat. Harry pushed away from Draco as soon as they were fully apparated.

“What if somebody saw that?”

“I made sure no one was there.” Draco waved Harry off and went into the kitchen area, leaving Harry standing in what was basically Malfoy’s bedroom. When he realized where he was, Harry blushed and moved to what he considered the dining area.

Taking advantage of Draco’s distraction in the kitchen, Harry glanced around the flat. If he didn’t look too hard, it appeared to be a regular flat. However, small things began to catch Harry’s eye. There were several magical photographs about the place, and a broomstick in the corner. And most notably, there was an owl in a beautiful ornate cage. Harry felt a small twinge of sorrow, remembering his own lost owl. He had never bothered to get another one.

Most of the books on the shelf were wizarding books and Draco had two whole glass front cabinets devoted to potion ingredients.

The kettle whistled loudly before Draco poured its contents into an oddly beautiful grey pearlized tea pot.

“I hope Darjeeling is all right. It’s all I have right now,” Draco said as if it were perfectly normal to be serving Harry Potter tea in his home.

“Fine,” Harry answered. He picked up a photo of Draco and his friends from Slytherin at the beginning of sixth year. Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and of course, Malfoy were in the picture. Pansy was pawing at Draco even though, by then, rumors of his sexual preference were running rampant.

“Seems like a lifetime ago,” Draco said over Harry’s shoulder. His breath was warm on the back of Harry’s neck. “I can’t believe Vincent is gone. I would be too, if it weren’t for you.” He walked away as Harry put the photo back down.

Harry wondered how Malfoy was able to do that. He could be such a prat, then he’d do or say something to show his vulnerability. It drew Harry in every time.

“Do you still see any of them?” Harry asked.

“No. Zabini and I owl one another occasionally. He keeps me apprised of what’s going on. But we haven’t gotten together in over six months. He doesn’t know what I’ve been up to. I’ve been lying in my notes, but I don’t think I’d be able to lie to his face.”

“I guess that’s me with Ron and Hermione as well.”

Draco snickered quietly. “I think that’s why I’ve sort of been stalking you. We need to stick together in this muggle world. You know, I haven’t had anybody else here in a long time.”

“I’m sorry, did you say stalking me?”

“I didn’t mean that literally. I meant subconsciously.” Draco glossed over that and continued. “I had to obliviate the last person that was here.”

Curiosity got the better of Harry. “What happened?”

“I didn’t do a very good job of hiding some magical items. I was able to explain the broomstick as a Halloween prop. The moving photograph was more difficult, but he was willing to believe my story. Until a howler from my mother showed up. There was no explaining that away. She’d found out that I was renting a flat in muggle London and had a fit. The poor fellow’s face when he saw it,” Draco laughed.

Harry couldn’t help laughing along with him. He’d had similar experiences himself.

“I had to obliviate my landlord once,” Harry told Draco. “I apparated to my room to find him nosing around. Scared the living shit out of him. I put all sorts of charms around my room after that.”

“Oh, yeah, me too.”

When the laughter died down, Harry pressed the issue of Draco’s stalking comment again.

“Don’t be daft. If I was really stalking you, I wouldn’t have told you. I should have said that I find myself . . . gravitating towards you. There’s no pretense. No hiding who we are. Don’t you find it a relief not to have to censor yourself?”

“Well, yes,” Harry admitted. Although, sometimes he did censor himself. For instance, when Harry accidentally murmured Malfoy’s name earlier at the studio. He thought he’d done a decent job of covering it up. “It’s just very strange. You and I having tea together. Two years ago, we would have easily killed each other.”

“I wouldn’t have killed you. I only wanted to hurt you,” Draco looked away uncomfortably. It was a difficult thing for him to admit out loud. “But you came damned close.”

“I didn’t mean to do that. You know I didn’t. I used Snape’s spell without knowing what it was. It really shook me up to see you . . . all that blood.” Harry involuntarily shivered at the memory.

“I know. You’ve apologized already. It’s in the past. It’s all in the past.” Draco pulled out two small plates rimmed in green and black, and placed them on the table next to their cups. He held out a larger matching plate filled with pastries in front of Harry. “I want you to try something. I need a critique and I know you’ll be brutally honest,” he smiled.

Harry picked out something that looked to be cinnamon filled, hesitated, then took another that was deep, dark chocolate. Draco put the plate down in the middle of the table and sat down across from Harry.

As Draco watched expectantly, Harry lifted the chocolate confection to his mouth and took a bite.

Harry looked back at Draco, smiling and chewing. He swallowed before speaking, leaving Draco anxiously waiting for his response.

“Draco, that’s good. Really excellent. You made these?” He popped the rest in his mouth.

Draco sat, mouth open slightly, the corner of one side pulled up, giving him a funny, lopsided grin. Harry cocked his head, puzzled by the look on Draco’s face. Adorable was the word that came to Harry’s mind.

“Surely, you’ve tasted these yourself,” Harry continued. “You can’t be surprised that I said they’re excellent.” Harry found it hard to believe his opinion meant that much.

“You called me Draco,” he said softly.

“I did?” Harry couldn’t recall. “Oh. Well, you’ve called me Harry, so . . . “

“But you’ve never called me anything but Malfoy. Strike that--you’ve called me lots of things, but never my name.” Draco couldn’t hide his pleasure. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to even try. But he was afraid if he made too big a deal about it, Harry would never call him by his first name again.

They sat in silence, the tension thick between them. Harry’s heart began to quicken. Had he really never called Draco by his first name? It seemed to be of significance to Draco. Harry wondered how much. Then again, Harry himself preferred not be called Potter.

“You should try the other one,” Draco suggested, in an attempt to break the tension.

Harry picked up the other pastry he chose and self consciously brought it to his mouth. As he opened his mouth to bite it, he noticed Draco mirroring his movements, minus the pastry. When Harry licked a stray crumb from his lip, Draco’s own tongue poked out in search of a non-existent crumb. As if suddenly realizing what he was doing, Draco clamped his mouth shut.

Finishing the last of the pastry, Harry wiped his lips with a napkin.

“I like that one even better,” he said quietly. It wasn’t quite the cinnamon he was expecting. There was something else.

“Really? I took you for a chocolate person.”

“Normally, yes. But that one was . . . indescribable. Did you use magic?” Harry asked.

“Not on the chocolate one, but the one you just ate, yes. What did it taste like to you? It should taste slightly different to each person.” Draco was anxious to see if Harry tasted something different than him. He hadn’t had anyone else try them, so it was just a theory at that point.

Harry hesitated. “Um, what’s it supposed to taste like?”

“I told you, it should taste different to everyone. But if I’ve got the spell right, there should be an underlying or lingering flavor of something special to you. Something you want to taste more than anything.” Draco was getting impatient for Harry’s answer.

“What did you taste?” Harry asked him, stalling his own answer as he became aware of it.

“Me? Actually I’ve tried several and each one had its own unique flavor. I suppose it may have depended on the circumstances or what I was thinking about. One time it had the essence of a stew that Dobby used to make when I was a child. Perhaps I had been thinking about my childhood at the time. I really don’t recall.”

“Something Dobby made was special to you?”

“Do you find that so hard to believe? My father may have treated the house elves terribly, but at times, they were my only companions. Dobby would cook for me when my parents went out---which was often. The stew was my favorite. And sometimes he would make the most delectable sweets. He would occasionally make them the muggle way--when may parents were away of course. They took much longer to make, but Dobby let me help, and they seemed to tasted better because of it. When you freed Dobby, I really missed that.”

Harry was saddened by the story, on many levels, but Draco’s impatience brought him out of it quickly.

“Well?” Draco leaned forward. “Tell me. What did yours taste like?”

“I, I don’t know.” Harry stuttered.

“What do you mean, you don’t know? Yes, you do. You just don’t want to tell me.” Draco was practically pouting.

Harry stood suddenly. “I think I should go.” He tried to disapparate, but found that Draco’s charms prevented it. Only Draco could apparate in and out. Harry had only been a side along.

“Shit!” Harry hissed. He headed for the door. Draco stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

“What’s your problem?”

Harry was beginning to feel claustrophobic, like a caged animal. Like Draco’s prisoner. “Let me out Malfoy!”

“Oh, I’m back to Malfoy am I?”

“Out of my way.” Harry pushed Draco aside and reached for the door. The handle wouldn’t budge. It had been charmed along with the rest of the place. Harry eyed the window, but he supposed that wouldn’t open either. He turned to face Draco, who had too many conflicting emotions written across his face for Harry to read.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you in such a twist over a fucking pastry?” Draco took a menacing step forward, leaving them practically toe to toe. “Just tell me what the fuck it tasted like,” he yelled.

“You!”

Draco’s jaw dropped.

“And I don’t give a fuck if you know anymore.” Harry launched himself at Draco, pinning him against the door. Taking advantage of Draco’s still gaping mouth, Harry kissed him feverishly. He pressed his body into Draco’s, groaning at the relief of no longer hiding his desire.

Momentarily stunned by Harry’s actions and admission, Draco allowed him access to his mouth and his body, but was slow to respond. Harry pulled back, just enough to be able to speak.

“Satisfied?” he said, somewhat sarcastically and mostly rhetorically. He was prepared for Draco to shove him away, curse at him or both. If he took out his wand to hex him, Harry wouldn’t bother to defend himself.

When Draco finally made a move, it wasn’t what Harry was expecting. He grabbed Harry’s shoulders and swiftly reversed their positions. Harry squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for the fist he was sure was coming.

“Not quite,” Draco breathed.

He leaned in to capture Harry’s lips in a gentle caress. It was a stark contrast to the rough, firm kisses of Harry’s high emotions.

Harry felt as if he were going to melt. The tension began to leave his body as he wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and pulled him closer. Draco’s hands cradled Harry’s face, then traveled to his thick, silky hair.

“Harry,” Draco whispered into Harry’s mouth.

Harry responded with a moan.

“Say it,” Draco begged. “Say my name again.”

Harry sucked on Draco’s neck as his hands wandered under his t-shirt and up his back.

“I want you. Draco.”

Draco’s knees began to buckle and he felt dizzy. He hadn’t realized that he’d been holding his breath, waiting for Harry to utter his name.

“Oh, Merlin. I want you too,” Draco fumbled for the buttons on Harry’s shirt. He managed to get some of them undone when he grew impatient and tore open the shirt, ripping the buttons clean off.

Harry released Draco long enough to pull his arms out of his ruined shirt and let it fall to the floor. He then immediately took hold of the hem of Draco’s t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. Harry tossed the shirt to the side and ran his hands over Draco’s chest.

Once more, Draco grabbed Harry’s shoulders and kissed him, slowly reversing their positions again. He gently guided Harry backwards to the bed. When Harry’s legs hit the mattress, he tumbled back onto the bed, pulling Draco down on top of him. They both grunted as gravity brought them closer together. Each could feel the arousal of the other.

Draco propped himself up on an elbow and removed Harry’s glasses with his free hand.

“You won’t be needing these,” Draco said as he tossed them onto the pillows at the head of the bed. The pair were close enough together that Harry could see Draco’s face clearly enough. What he saw in Draco’s eyes gave him a flutter in the pit of his stomach. He truly wanted Harry. The lust was written all over his beautiful face as he traced a finger down Harry’s chest.

Draco was about to swoop in for another kiss when Harry stopped him.

“Is this really what you want?”

“Fuck, yes,” Draco answered breathlessly. He swung a leg over Harry to straddle him, and unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans, freeing himself of some of the pressure against his raging hard on. Draco moved his hands to the waistband of Harry’s jeans, intending to do the same for him.

Again, Harry stopped him. “Malfoy, wait.”

Draco sat up straight on Harry’s thighs.

“Are you, are you playing with me?” Draco’s voice cracked.

Harry sat up and propped himself on locked arms.

“No. I just . . . I don’t know if I’m ready to go any further,” Harry confessed.

Draco got off Harry’s legs and sat next to him on the bed. “But, you have sex all the time, with men you don’t even know. The first time you meet them.”

“Yes. And I never see those men again, most of them. I’ve been thinking about this. I don’t want to fuck it up,” Harry explained.

Draco’s eyes widened. “You’ve been thinking about this? This isn’t just a ‘you want me because I’m so fucking hot’ kind of a thing?”

Harry’s shoulders slumped. It hadn’t occurred to him that perhaps Draco was merely looking for a good shag, that it was purely physical. Despite feeling sometimes that Draco was uninterested, Harry was sure there was sure there had been a connection, even a small one. They had spent more time in the last week and a half talking and sharing meals than they had in the previous eight years. If they didn’t count fighting.

“Is that all this is to you?” Harry asked.

Draco swallowed. It was do or die time. He could play it cool, in case Harry decided it was a mistake. Or he could take a chance and tell Harry how he felt. Harry said he’d been thinking about it. But that didn’t tell Draco much. He didn’t know how long. A week? Ten months? Since second year?

“Harry?” Draco turned to face Harry. He still had his glasses off. Harry had the most gorgeous eyes Draco had ever seen and they were looking at him with as much uncertainty as Draco felt.

“I’m not looking for just a shag. To be honest, I have sort of been stalk--showing up where I think you’ll be, hoping you’ll talk to me or something. I’ve . . . “ Draco laughed nervously. “I’ve had a crush on you for years.”

“Years?” Harry asked, incredulous. “But you’ve always hated me. You picked fights and insulted me and my friends.”

“I did what I had to do to get you to pay attention to me. I couldn’t stand when you’d ignore me.” Draco shut his eyes tight, realizing how pathetic he sounded. But he’d already said the worst of it, so he continued. “When you saved me from the fiendfyre, you gave me hope. Hope that I was worth saving. Hope that you saw something in me other than a snot nosed spoiled brat who let his father force him into becoming a Death Eater. I tried,” he said softly. “I tried to stop Crabbe.”

Harry digested Draco’s revelation for a moment before responding.

“That was a turning point for me as well.” He looked away. “Well, to be honest, I suppose it was actually before that--in the prefects bathroom.”

“You mean when you used Snape’s ---”

“Yes,” Harry didn’t want Draco to say it out loud. “I regretted it immediately. I thought I’d killed you. I wasn’t sure if it was taking a life, or taking your life that distressed me more. Then, when I saw that you, Vincent and Gregory weren’t going to make it out of the Room of Requirement, I panicked. I wanted Ron and Hermione to try for the other two, but I had to save you myself. I realized that I had feelings for you, more than simply compassion for another human being. I had feelings for you, personally. And I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I couldn’t lose you, even if you hated me or never spoke to me. Even if I never saw you again. I needed you to be alive somewhere in the world.”

“Wow,” Draco said quietly. “I had no idea.”

The boys sat side by side on Draco’s bed, contemplating their respective confessions. The frenzied passion of the moment was long gone. The ‘out’ was no longer there. If either of them regretted their actions up to that point, the heat of the moment could have been blamed. However, any actions on their parts from then on were purposeful and deliberate, leaving each of them feeling vulnerable.

Draco finally broke the silence.

“Maybe you’re right. We shouldn’t do anything to ruin what we’ve started. I feel like we’re . . . connecting. A real connection. Don’t you?”

Harry smiled. “Yes. It’s been easy to forget we’ve been enemies for so long.”

“Had been,” Draco corrected.

“Right. Had been.” Harry paused, smiling. “So how long do you suppose we ought to wait? I mean, how far into a relationship do people usually wait before they, uh, shag.”

Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it depends. What have you done in the past?”

Harry blushed. “I’ve only been in one---with Ginny, and I kept putting it off. We never did shag. And then, there was my epiphany about you. How about you?”

“Well, Pansy wasn’t exactly a relationship. We just shagged enough times for me to figure out that I didn’t want to shag girls. And Trevor, he’s the one from the agency, we did it on film before we even started, um, dating.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “About that. If it didn’t work out with someone at the studio before, are you sure we should even try? What broke you up?”

“We won’t have that problem,” Draco answered matter-of-factly.

“How do you know?” Harry asked. He thought a moment, then answered his own question. “I guess if we don’t work together, it’ll be different. Is that why you requested not to work with me?”

Draco nodded. Harry couldn’t help grinning at that.

“Harry?” Draco looked Harry in the eyes. “Do you think we’ve waited long enough?”

Harry felt the familiar flutter in his belly. The one he got whenever he caught Draco staring at him, or body parts brushed against each other. He leaned in close and gently kissed Draco’s impossibly soft lips.

He pulled back and whispered, “It seems we’ve been waiting years.”

“Then, let me make love to you now,” Draco whispered back and returned the kiss.

Pulling back, Harry faltered. “But, I thought . . . I haven’t . . . I’ve only bottomed twice. It wasn’t . . . all I thought it would be.” Harry looked away. It was obvious to Draco that Harry was nervous about the prospect, perhaps even a bit scared.

“Then they didn’t do it right,” Draco said gently. “I can make you feel so good. Let me show you how it’s supposed to be. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He kissed Harry again, this time easing him back onto the bed as he did. Harry didn’t say yes, but neither did he say no.

Draco ran his hands over Harry’s body, kissing and licking his neck, his nipples, and his mouth in an effort to re-arouse Harry. Their conversation had deflated the passion, but it was slowly rising to the surface once more. Draco himself had returned to his former stiffened state in no time.

Taking it slowly, Draco resumed the disrobing he had begun earlier. Harry cooperated, lifting his bottom to allow Draco to pull his Jeans down. Draco knelt on the floor to untie Harry’s trainers and take them off, along with his socks, then tugged the jeans all the way off.

Watching Harry lying on his bed, Draco finished undressing himself. He climbed on top of Harry, straddling him. Their erections rubbed against one another as Draco leaned further down to kiss Harry’s lips. He ran his tongue along Harry’s teeth and explored the space of Harry’s mouth, while Harry returned the favor. Their hips gyrated, causing their cocks to grind together. Harry moaned loudly.

“If you don’t like anything I do, I’ll stop,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear.

“Don’t stop that,” Harry murmured back, circling his arms around Draco’s waist.

Draco looked up toward his night stand and quietly said, “Accio lube.”

It was only the second time either had used magic in each other’s company. It felt familiar, making the whole situation seem a tiny bit more normal for them. Draco handed Harry the small bottle.

“Put this on me.” It was a cheap ploy to get Harry’s hands exactly where he wanted them. Harry poured some lube into his hands and ran them up and down Draco’s shaft. Draco jerked and shuddered.

“Oh, Merlin,” Draco groaned. “Use more.”

Harry chuckled softly. He wasn’t sure if Draco really thought he needed more or if he simply wanted an excuse for Harry to touch him again.

Reluctantly, Draco removed Harry’s hands and climbed off. He pushed Harry’s legs apart and positioned himself between them.

“Wait,” Harry said.

Draco closed his eyes and tightened his fists. He did tell Harry he would stop if he wanted, but he was almost to the point of no return. He needed to be in Harry. Frustration couldn’t begin to describe the way Draco was feeling. Then he heard Harry muttering a spell, not quite catching the unfamiliar words.

When he was finished with the spell, Harry said, “Okay, I’m ready.” Seeing the puzzled expression on Draco’s face, he explained. “A preparation spell,” he said sheepishly.

Eager to get moving, Draco poured some lube into his own hands. While stroking Harry with his left hand, he very gingerly began sliding a finger from his right, into Harry’s entrance.

“Relax, Harry. I promise I won’t hurt you,” Draco repeated his earlier vow.

He felt some of the tension leave Harry’s body and took the opportunity to add another finger. Draco compensated by stroking Harry’s hard on again. Harry moaned and groaned, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Draco moved his fingers in a clockwise circular motion in an attempt to loosen Harry up enough to accommodate Draco’s thick cock. He leaned forward to snog Harry again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of Harry’s firm lips and talented tongue. Harry was an exceptional kisser.

“Can I have you now?” he breathed.

“Mmmmm,” Harry nodded.

Draco had to restrain himself from taking Harry too quickly. He wanted Harry to enjoy it enough to want to do again. He noticed Harry was trembling slightly and his eyes were shut tightly.

“Relax, it’ll be all right.”

“I’m trying,” Harry laughed nervously.

Draco started to pull away. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea. We can try another time.”

“No. I’m ready. Please,” Harry begged.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, Draco. I want you now.”

The sound of his name from Harry’s lips was all the encouragement Draco needed. He positioned himself at Harry’s bottom and carefully began to push his way in. Harry grunted.

“Does that hurt?” Draco asked, concerned.

“It’s okay. Don’t stop,” Harry answered breathlessly.

Draco rolled his hips forward and backward, easing in and out, gaining ground with every push until he was fully enveloped by Harry. He stilled and took a moment to gauge Harry’s reaction. Harry’s eyes were still closed but not tightly as they had been. His mouth was rather sexily agape as he panted. Harry’s fingers ran up and down Draco’s sides in a slow, soothing rhythm that Draco began echoing with his hips and his hand on Harry’s cock.

Harry opened his eyes to find Draco watching him with the same lopsided smile from earlier. He found it to be even more adorable than he did before. Now fully relaxed, Harry was able to return the smile.

The other side of Draco’s mouth curled up to form a devilish grin. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Harry asked. He thought they were doing just fine.

“Ready to lose your fucking mind.” Draco release Harry’s rigid member and leaned back to raise Harry’s legs, lifting his bottom off the mattress. Draco sank himself deeper into Harry, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back all the way back in.

“Aaaahhhh.” Harry made the most wonderful sounds, urging Draco on. Draco leaned and twisted a touch this way, and that way trying to find just . . . the right . . .

“Holy fuck!” Harry yelled.

Draco found it.

“What the fuck was that?” Harry gasped.

“Did you like that?” Draco grinned, knowing full well that he would.

“Do that again,” Harry pleaded.

Pumping in and out of Harry, and more often than not, Draco hit that favored spot. Harry gripped the sheets in fisted hands. He’d never felt anything so intensely wonderful that wasn’t an actual orgasm. Within a few minutes, Harry could feel the familiar beginnings of his release.

“Oh fuck, Draco. I’m gonna cum. You’ve hardly touched me. How the------”

The first spurt went clean over Harry’s head, landing somewhere near his glasses. Harry cried out loudly as the second hit his own cheek. Draco continued to thrust as Harry squirted jizz on and around himself five more times, grunting and moaning and murmuring with each one.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Draco shouted. He thrust faster and harder into Harry’s arse. He let go of his legs and leaned down close to him, rolling his hips into Harry’s. Draco licked the cum off Harry’s cheek, then kissed him deeply.

In no time, Draco shot his load into him with a cry muffled by Harry’s mouth. He came with much less fanfare, but equally pleasurable. Draco pulled out and lay next to Harry on the bed, protectively draping and arm and a leg over him. Or maybe it was more territorial.

“You’re a mess,” Draco said after their breathing began to return to normal and their hearts stopped pounding.

“Yes, quite,” Harry answered. He smiled widely, “You were right. Those other blokes didn’t do it properly."

Draco laughed at the compliment. Harry loved his laugh. Genuine and always sounding just a bit on the naughty side.

“That was, by far, the most amazing sexual experience I’ve ever had,” Harry said. “In case that wasn’t clear to you.”

“Oh, it was loud and clear. I may need to cast a silencing spell next time,” Draco joked. “On the other hand, I may enjoy making my neighbors jealous.”

Draco sighed and got up to retrieve his wand, casting a quick scourgify on them both, and the bed. He picked up Harry’s glasses and placed them, along with his wand, on the night stand.

Harry had his eyes closed as he lay nude, almost spread eagle on Draco’s bed. Draco brought a thin blanket from his chest to Harry and was about to ask him if he wanted it. But Draco heard small, not quite snoring noises and couldn’t help smiling. Poor Harry had been completely exhausted.

Lying down next to him, Draco pulled the blanket over both of them. Harry shifted in his sleep, turning toward Draco and entwining a leg with his. Draco could scarcely believe that he was actually lying with Harry, finally. And Harry wanted to be there with him. Harry was his. Draco sighed and closed his eyes, more content than he had been in years. Perhaps ever.
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