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Part VIII. No More
Delays.

�� Harry
opened his eyes slowly, and lay there in warm contentment for so long that he
began to wonder what had happened. Normally, he never woke like this. His own
bed seemed to have problems that caused him to toss and turn and constantly
wake up with pains in his neck or side no matter how he enchanted it. He had
even bought a new bed, only to have the same thing happen. Hermione teased him
about just not knowing how to sleep after so many years of waking up to rush straight
into danger any moment.

�� Besides, he
didn�t have someone to share the bed. He�d had a few one-night stands since
Draco left, but no one who could make the experience of sleeping any more
comfortable for him.

�� And now
there was definitely someone in the
bed with him.

�� Harry turned
his head slightly, his hair tickling what felt like a nose and making someone
sneeze. The person moaned sleepily, smacked his lips, and flung an errant arm
and leg over Harry�s side, mumbling all the way. Harry thought he could make
out the existence of several words idly threatening him with the loss of his
limbs if he didn�t stop making noise, which was pretty rich considering that he was the one who sounded like a hungry
dragon hatchling.

�� And then
memory came back, and Harry closed his eyes with a deep exhalation and a
feeling of happiness that swirled in the middle of his chest like hot
chocolate.

�� Draco,� he
murmured, reaching back until his hand tangled in soft blond hair and stroking
back and sideways. He knew that would wake Draco up; he reacted to the mussing
of his hair like a cat whose fur was rubbed the wrong way. �I want to talk to
you.�

�� A powerful
hand caught his wrist, and Draco hissed into his ear, �You�re just lucky that I
slept so well I�m in a good mood and willing to hear what you want to say
before I kill you.�

�� Harry
smiled lazily. If there was one thing he was confident in, it was his power to
bring pleasure to a partner. He hadn�t had as many lovers as someone like Draco
probably had, but he could concentrate on
those few and coax them into ecstasies that they hadn�t experienced before they
shared his bed.

�� And now it
was Draco�s turn to feel that.

�� He rolled
over.

*

�� Draco didn�t
like stirring from his comfortable sleep. It felt better than he had ever
imagined sleep could. Certainly, as his broken memories from his years in
France returned to him, he knew that he had spent far too many nights staring
at the ceiling whilst thoughts about heritage and identity ran riot through his
head.

�� Now he knew
that he wouldn�t ever have come to peace with those thoughts, at least not
without outside interference�which had been one of the things that allowed the
curse to manifest in the first place. His Black ancestor had probably realized
how insecure he was and tried to give him a gift that she hoped would place him
in more accord with his mother�s family.

�� Not that it worked the way she intended.

�� But Harry
was whispering his name and didn�t seem to understand his need for peace and
quiet, so Draco determined that he�d have to show him. Especially when Harry
started messing up his hair. Didn�t he understand that Draco would look
undignified enough in the morning, given how charms to keep his hair straight
and unmussed tended to come undone during the night? There was no need to make
it look worse.

�� He caught
Harry�s hand and whispered, �You�re just lucky that I slept so well I�m in a
good mood and willing to hear what you want to say before I kill you.�

�� Harry lay
still for a good minute, and Draco was impressed with himself. The threat was effective,
then, and he would lie down meekly and go back to sleep, so that they could
enjoy�

�� Then Harry
rolled over, freeing himself from Draco�s hold with a twist that they probably
taught him in Auror training, and began to kiss Draco.

�� No, be accurate, Draco chided himself,
the way his mother or father would have. Harry pinned Draco to the bed with his
lips. His mouth was open from the beginning�apparently, he considered
close-lipped kisses gauche�and his hands sliding down and dipping under the
shirt Draco had worn to bed as if they�d been lovers half a dozen times. His
fingers flattened and fluttered on the bare skin, and then rose to make circles
around Draco�s nipples. Just one circle, and his nipples hardened. Draco knew
that he�d flushed, and a fairly fiery blush at that. What would Harry think of
him, so responsive to someone he�d only kissed the day before, someone he�d
never shared a bed with?

�� He and I have never been lovers. There are bound
to be misconceptions.

�� But when he
finally opened his eyes and looked, Harry was giving him a lazy smile, the visual
equivalent of a drawl, that made Draco�s protests dry up. Harry leaned in again
and nipped at his mouth, first the left side and then the right, to make sure
they got equal attention. His fingers continued moving around Draco�s nipples,
then closed in when Draco had almost got used to that and pinched. Draco
squeaked, arching his back. He flushed some more. That was a reaction to being
touched there that he�d never managed to get rid of, no matter how he tried.

�� I think,�
Harry said, his lips so close to Draco�s mouth that Draco was surprised he
could hear the words, �that we�re both overdressed. Let�s remedy that, hmmm?�
And his tongue ran across Draco�s again in a teasing, playful lick that would
have made Draco painfully hard if he wasn�t there already.

�� Draco
squealed something wordless that Harry must have taken for acceptance, because the
next moment he was enthusiastically pulling off Draco�s shirt. His hands
immediately returned to Draco�s nipples. Draco writhed and panted and finally
pulled Harry�s hands away from him. �Stop
that,� he whispered harshly, �or I�ll come before we�re undressed.�

�� The smile Harry
gave him a moment later was enough to make all the playing with his nipples
seem insignificant. �Really?� Harry whispered back, his breath too warm on
Draco�s skin. Draco wished he could do something other than writhe, but it
seemed to be a lost cause. �We�ll have to do something about that.� He licked
his lips, and his eyelids drooped over his eyes, changing his expression in a
way Draco had never imagined they could. Of course, he�d mostly thought about
Harry in a sexual capacity before he�d left Britain and not after. �But some
other time,� Harry added, making Draco sigh a little in relief. �I want to
enjoy you fully this time. Trousers
off.�

�� Draco sat
up to drag them off, his heart beating frantically. With arousal and anticipation,
of course, he thought, looking at Harry, who sat back on his heels and stared
at Draco avidly as he started unbuttoning his own shirt, but with something
more than that. Relief at being wanted, maybe, by someone he�d so strongly
wanted for himself.

�� He�d had
other lovers. But each time, Draco had thought he desired them more than they
desired him. He had no fears that Harry would fail to make an equal return.

�� The advantage of having a lover who is more
Gryffindor than Slytherin, he thought as he shrugged off his shirt, and
tried to ignore both the urge to laugh giddily and the thought that such school
distinctions didn�t matter anymore, with them as old as they were. Harry
watching him made him feel young.

*

�� Harry had
to swallow several times as Draco undressed. God, he was going to drool if he
didn�t watch out, and how would Draco take that, when he was probably
sophisticated in ways that Harry could only imagine?

�� But Harry
still looked forwards to finding out what those sophistications were, so that
he could appreciate them properly and blend them into his ideas of Draco�s
pleasure.

�� Draco�s
body was far from perfect. The scars Harry had given him from his Sectumsempra were still there. So was a
series of parallel slashes across his right shoulder that had healed into an
odd silvery color and which made Harry wonder if a magical creature had
scratched him. He was thinner than Harry remembered. Of course, it�s probably hard to get enough to eat when you�re running
away from creatures of your imagination. And he was dirty still from their
adventures in the country of black sand.

�� But that
didn�t matter. What did was that Harry was finally seeing his idea of the
unknown become known. He had wanted
to know what Draco looked like. And now he did, and seeing it made him swallow
again with wonder.

�� Draco was
naked when Harry had only shrugged his shirt off. Well, that made sense, Harry
thought, soothing his own impatience. He�d had a head start with his shirt
already off. And then Harry gave in, because at the moment he simply couldn�t
give enough attention to undoing his trousers, and reached out to caress Draco�s
cock.

�� Draco gaped
and then fell backwards with a silly kind of tumble, as if he was really
surprised that Harry would want to touch him that way. He cocked his head over
his shoulder and looked up with slow blinks, then propped himself on one elbow,
so he could watch, along with Harry, as Harry�s hand slowly and insistently
stroked him.

�� Harry
hummed softly. Draco�s skin was hot as fever under his fingertips, and the slightest
squeeze or poke made him arch the way he had when Harry touched his nipples. �I
see this part of your body is sensitive, too,� he whispered.

�� Draco gave
him a distinctly unimpressed look. �Of course, you idiot,� he said. �What you�re doing�ah�ah.� And then he fell silent and lost himself in mindless trembling
for a moment, because Harry had increased his strokes as punishment.

�� Harry
levered himself carefully forwards, pushing until Draco lay on his back and
Harry rested on top of him, chest to chest. More shifting around let him find a
comfortable angle where he could go on stroking Draco despite their position,
and he applied several soft kisses to his cheeks and chin and lips as he
touched him.

�� Draco was
making soft little puffing noises now. Sometimes, his eyes crossed. He reached
up and grasped Harry�s hair, as if he meant to direct his head to give him
firmer kisses, but his pleasure made his hands weak. Harry chuckled and went on
delicately torturing him, noticing what touches made Draco gasp and which he
squirmed away from, and increasing the first category.

�� Harry.�
Draco whispered at last, and Harry thought he�d been struggling to say the
words for at least two minutes. �I�m going to come.�

�� Oh, we can�t
have that,� Harry said solicitously,
pulling back despite the fact that that was torture for him and removing his hand from Draco�s cock. Draco let out a
disappointed whine that continued only until Harry reared back and began to
pull off the last of his own clothes.

�� Draco
lifted one hand to shield his face, as if he thought he would be blinded by
such beauty. Harry rolled his eyes at him and smiled.

�� Tease,�
Draco said.

�� Oh, never,�
Harry said, and let his voice get lower the way it�d been trying to for some
time. He was amused to see Draco arch again just from his words. �A tease
promises what he won�t deliver�or what he can�t, to use the term I think is the
more accurate one. I�m going to give you everything
you can handle, Draco.�

*

�� Draco
shivered at the look on Harry�s face, but without a hand on his cock or fingers
playing over his nipples, he felt more than competent to respond verbally. �Really?� he asked, arching a brow. �And
how would you know anything about what I can handle?�

�� I know
you,� Harry said easily, and dragged his trousers and pants down together in
one fluid motion, just as Draco had done. Draco scowled. They really do teach him everything in Auror training. �I know the
way you squirm and gasp, now. I know that you pretend to be harder than fuck,
but you�re soft underneath. Well,� he amended, as his eyes came to rest on
Draco�s erection again, �some places
you�re harder than fuck.�

�� Soft,�
Draco snarled, and then pounced on Harry and dragged him back into a kiss.
Harry writhed, his feet still caught in the puddles of his trousers. Draco
pressed him down and held him there, determined to keep him still until he
apologized for implying that Draco was weak like some sort of girl.

�� Harry slid
a leg neatly between Draco�s and rubbed his thigh against Draco�s cock. Draco
dropped his head forwards, thoughts growing vague and hazy. He was almost
humping Harry�s leg by the time Harry pulled it away and pinned him to the bed in turn.

�� I know
you,� Harry went on whispering, as if their previous conversation had never
been interrupted. �I know that you need something more than just desire. And
that�s what I�m prepared to give you, Draco. We were friends. We�re going to be
lovers now.� His eyes were brilliant as he reached over and picked up his wand.
A flick, and a puddle of lubricant covered his wand hand. Draco tried not to
think about how many times he must have used that spell, if he could do it
nonverbally. He could have used it for
wanking as well as having other lovers, he argued with himself. �God, I
want you so much.�

�� Draco had
been going to respond sarcastically, but Harry�s last words disarmed him. He
could only lie there gasping as Harry wriggled his fingers, moving the
lubricant around evenly, and then slid his hand down to Draco�s entrance. His
eyes were hooded again, full of distant fire.

�� It had been
a long time since someone had penetrated Draco, but he spread his legs
willingly and lifted his arse when Harry�s finger circled and dived in. He�d
used more than enough lubricant, to the point where it squelched and Draco
laughed. Harry smiled faintly, but he never took his eyes off Draco�s, and his
finger never stopped moving. Draco wondered idly if he�d be the kind who wanted
Draco�s legs over his shoulders, or if he�d prefer it with Draco on his hands
and knees. They�d discussed sex and men during their conversations before Draco
had moved, but Harry had been so shy about discussing his preferences that
Draco had almost begun to believe he was reserved in bed, too.

�� Not
reserved, Draco figured out as Harry�s second finger nudged in beside the first,
both of them pumping so regularly and strongly that Draco could have mistaken
them for Harry�s cock if they were thicker. Just private. There was nothing shy about the way he watched Draco�s
face, greedy for every hint of expression, but there was also a kind of
intensity that Draco couldn�t imagine experiencing outside the bedroom. It
would set nearby people on fire and make Harry even more pursued than he
already was.

�� Draco
abruptly swallowed. He had just remembered that he knew nothing of Harry�s life
in the years since they stopped exchanging letters. What if Harry had a regular
lover, or someone he�d broken up with but would go back to after he�d rescued
Draco? He had every intention of keeping Harry, but it might not be possible.

�� Harry
leaned down then and began to kiss him with such force that Draco had to stop
worrying and devote a lot of time just to breathing. Then Harry pulled back and
shook his head. His fingers never stopped their steady pumping.

�� Don�t
doubt me,� Harry whispered. �I can�t tell you how long this feels like it�s
been coming, now. I won�t desert you. I don�t want anyone else. No one else
could compare to you, Draco.�

�� Things
lovers had said to him before, and yet Draco had never taken them so seriously.
And it was impossible to believe Harry was joking, with the way his eyes widened
and his pupils dilated and his mouth opened, baring his teeth. Really, he
looked like a predator hunting down prey.

�� Draco found
such attention absolutely irresistible. Not enough people in his life had
looked at him like that. When Harry pulled his fingers�three, now�out and then
slung Draco�s legs over his shoulders as he knelt between his legs, Draco didn�t
even feel a trace of surprise. He let his head tilt back as he accepted Harry�s
cock, though.

�� And before
thought dissolved into a whirling spray of colors not unlike a Portkey�s
transport, he discovered that there was no
way he could mistake Harry�s cock for his fingers.

*

�� Harry
groaned and halted, panting. It wasn�t the position, although his legs were
bent a little awkwardly and the weight of Draco�s thighs on his shoulders made
strained muscles he didn�t realize he had ache.

�� The heat
between Draco�s legs was so wonderful, so overwhelming, that Harry thought he could
come before he got his erection more than halfway in. And he�d just remembered,
again, that this was Draco he was
fucking.

�� As he�d
told Draco, he knew him.

�� He looked
down. Draco looked more than a little dazed, his eyes shut, his head tossed
back, a line of sweat making its way from one eye to the corner of his jaw.

�� This was
Draco. His friend. The person Harry had immediately known could not be a
murderer, no matter what Kingsley�s evidence said, because that wasn�t the way
Draco worked.

�� And he was
having sex with him.

�� That
realization made Harry�s balls tighten more than the heat inside Draco had, and
he had to rest for another few minutes before he began probing forwards, in
quick little jabs that Draco echoed with soft cries of encouragement.

�� I wonder how long I�ve wanted this, he
thought dazedly, as he finally settled with his balls pressing against Draco�s
arse. I wonder if I thought about it even
when Draco and I were just learning that I liked men. I wonder�

�� And then
Draco lifted his legs and clamped them down heavily on Harry�s shoulders, and
Harry decided that intellectual abstractions could wait.

�� It was
wonderful, in a way that few of his lovemaking experiences had been. They made
the bed jolt and creak, of course, and at one point, the first time Harry hit
Draco�s prostate, Draco�s foot flailed and nearly poked out Harry�s eyes with
his toenails. Draco gasped and moaned and cried and in general stretched his
mouth open like a dog trying to eat a frankfurter. His eyes rolled back in his
head, and sweat dripped from Harry�s hair onto his face, and their bodies
clashed and slapped and squeaked together.

�� It was
wonderful anyway.

�� Harry felt
a relentless surge finally racing up from his groin into his belly, and
suddenly realized that he hadn�t been stroking Draco�s erection. He hastily
reached out and gripped it, rubbing two fingers along the head. They were the
same fingers he�d used to probe into Draco, so they still had smears of
lubricant, and Draco writhed luxuriously and then came with a rush that made
Harry grin.

�� A few
moments more, a few thrusts later, and he succumbed to his own orgasm. Pleasure
twisted through him like hot wire, and left exhaustion in its wake. It took an
effort for him not to just slump forwards and probably crush half Draco�s ribs.
Instead, he braced himself with his hands on the bed whilst Draco slowly
dragged his legs off Harry�s shoulders.

�� Both of
them panted in silence for so long that Harry felt his throat drying out and
began to worry about Draco�s reaction. Would he mind the fact that Harry hadn�t
said a word whilst they fucked and had stared at him the entire time and hadn�t
touched him until the end? He raised his head, shook his hair out of his eyes,
and stared down at him anxiously.

*

�� Draco had
been a little uncertain, but the moment Harry�s gaze met his, he felt as smug
as he had before they went to sleep. No one who looked at him like that was planning to give him up any
time soon.

�� And there�s the small fact that the sex is
wonderful, and I don�t plan to give Harry up, either, he thought, as he
reached up, snagged his fingers in Harry�s hair, and dragged his head down for
a kiss.

�� Love,� he
breathed against Harry�s lips, and Harry�s eyes became full of low fire again,
and Draco�s stomach clenched in relief and satisfaction.

�� Never mind
the creatures. Never mind the curse. Never mind the fact that Draco still didn�t
know how to get his ability under control.

�� All he has to do is fuck me like that all
the time and I won�t be able to accidentally think of transporting myself anyway.

*

�� Mangacat:
They will manage to solve it, if they can get out of bed. ;)

�� Word_Slave:
But teases don�t deliver, and I do!

�� Fallen_angel1129:
Thank you.

�� SP777: But,
see, Harry finds out the truth and Draco makes Harry go to bed on time. So they
are saving the day! I said �the day,� not �the world.�

�� hieisdragoness18:
Yes, it is seriously fluffy.
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