All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 11 'Paradise part 1)

It had been mutually agreed upon that they would meet in their private room, on Saturday night, at eight pm. A Friday apart had left them both edgy and eager for contact. What had grown between them was new and fragile, and it seemed to require regular encouragement to make them both feel comfortable and secure in their new relationship.

It was Draco who made it to the room first, having ditched the rest of Sytherin as they made ready for another inter-house party. He had his own inter-house party in mind, and the short wait for Harry still felt interminably long.

His gift was wrapped and stored in a small and exquisite package, and Draco kept putting his hand in his pocket for reassurance, checking to make sure the gift was still there, while he waited. Harry was going to love this!

When Harry came through the door and peeled off his school robe, they met in a warm embrace, eyes closed, lips working hungrily against each other, and only small sighs of pleasure could be heard for the first few minutes.

"Gods, is it good to see you. Look at me, will you? Giddy after a day and a half apart. Yet, somehow, I'm not really minding it. Tell me how your day went, then I have a little something for you! By the way, you look very handsome in that outfit," Draco opened cheerfully.

Harry looked wonderfully relaxed, and once his school robes were off, he looked so very fine in Muggle clothing that fit right. Not exactly the stuff of runways, but clothing that fit and looked more than casual was rare on Harry...Draco noticed the difference instantly.

Dark slacks and a crisp, white long-sleeved shirt, that showed evidence of being well-tailored, were rounded out by dress shoes and and a slim black belt. Dressed like this, Harry looked slightly older and more commanding...and the effect was not lost on Draco.

"The only thing the last couple days had a shortage of was you, but I'm feeling better already. Snape seems to be lightening up a bit, so at least next week I can look forward to not spending an extra couple hours every night in Potions scrubbing cauldrons and labelling ingredients.

Thanks for noticing the change of clothes. I thought it would be nice to treat this like a special occasion. After all, I've never had a boyfriend for a week before. Since it was such a perfect week, it seemed like a good idea to celebrate it, so before you show me what you got for me, there's somewhere we need to go first." Harry's eyes were absolutely twinkling with barely contained anticipation. He must have a nice surprise in store, since he possessed the kind of instincts that made a poker face impossible.

"You've got the Cloak?" Harry nodded assent. "Well, all right then. I can wait a little to see what you've cooked up, you rogue. Hmmph, any excuse to get me under that Cloak with you. Like you need a pretense, after all...this is me we're talking about here." Draco smirked as he climbed under the Invisibility Cloak and slid his arm around his boyfriend's waist. Safely covered, they stepped out the door and began their journey.

They took the stairs to the seventh floor of the castle, and drifted through the halls in a comfortable silence. Before long, Harry paused and peeled off the robe, then paced back and forth whispering to himself. Draco was terribly curious until a door opened where once only wall had been. Harry beamed and stepped through, motioning for Draco to follow. As soon as Draco stepped in the door he stopped cold and gaped in amazement.

The room was fit for royalty, decorated lavishly with furnishings that rivaled Malfoy Manor, and warmly lit by scores of candles in sconces and candelabra. In the center of the room was an exquisite round table set for two, yet small enough that the two seated would be close enough for conversation. Across the room was an archway framed by thick drapes that only partially obscured an enormous bed fitted with tasteful and insanely expensive looking sheets and blankets.

Draco tried to regain his composure by thinking of the music that was ever-present in the background of the room...violins, 18th century Muggle concertos...if he was guessing right.

Then Harry pulled an ornate chair away from the table with perfect etiquette, waiting like a gentleman for Draco to seat himself. Draco's instincts rallied and he seated himself calmly, all the while laboring not to break out in tears. He could tell his eyes were moist, but as long as Harry didn't spring anything larger on him he might just be able to keep a shred of self control. Merlin! What kind of man would do this for me?

Harry seated himself across from Draco and looked across the table warmly. "So it's probably safe to say you like this, right? It's called the Room Of Requirement. It was a real workout getting the specifics down, because the Room shapes itself generally to what is required...I kind of had to fill in the blanks until the Room got it right."

"Harry, this is incredible. I can't believe you did this for me. This is like something out of a storybook, and I love it!" Draco was flushed and almost breathless. "You make me feel like everything is possible. Harry, I...I know its been a fast start for us, but I can't stand not saying this to you...Harry...I love you."

Harry had his turn to blush furiously, but even so, he smiled widely. "That's what this is all about, isn't it? I know I haven't said it to you, but I needed to be sure I could say it and mean it. I'd never say something like that off the cuff. I love you, Draco, there isn't anything about you that I don't want, and I know it must be true, because a day without you is only tolerable when I think of seeing you again. You make me feel completely alive in a way I didn't even know I could feel...until this week. I just wanted to show you how much that means to me."

They leaned across the table as one and kissed heartbreakingly slowly, hands held in each other's as they momentarily lost control. They both had small trails of tears sliding down their cheeks, but neither of them really cared about appearances right then.

Draco came to his senses first, and drew back, reaching into his pocket and placing a tiny wrapped package between them. "I had something made for you, it seemed right...I hope you like it."

Harry let go of Draco's hand and picked up the package. Harry loved presents more than most people, mostly because they were a new thing in his life the last few years. Inside the wrapping was a small velvet box which, when opened, displayed a small silver necklace with cunning detail. A griffin rampant, entwined by a serpent, meeting at the tail and nose.

Unlike other renderings, this one held no trace of hostility between the two figures. They seemed utterly at peace, wrapped together, noses just touching. Harry had never worn a piece of jewelry before, but this was beautiful, especially in light of what it meant. Harry slipped the thin chain around his neck and let the amulet fall to the center of his chest.

He looked up to Draco and said, "It's beautiful, love. Griffon and serpent at peace. This isn't lost on me. This is the only thing like this in the world and you had it made for me. It's not hard to know why I love you." Harry casually dropped a small soft bag into Draco's palm. "Or why I made this for you. Enjoy."

Draco loosed the strings at the top of the little bag and tipped it down into his palm. The amethyst was neatly cut, but nothing overwhelming. It was what Draco saw when he looked into the heart of the jewel that made him gasp and cover his mouth in surprise.

The first image playing in the jewel over and over again was their first kiss, at the top of the stairs two weeks ago. The second image that appeared was one of Harry, just standing and looking straight at him, mouthing the words 'I love you.' Draco couldn't make words, his eyes were tearing too fast, and he almost knocked over the table trying to get into Harry's arms.

"I almost used that amethyst to lock away the memories of us. If you hadn't come when you did...I would have held them in this. I didn't need it after that night, so it just sat...until I thought of a way to show you how much you mean to me. This way we'll never forget how we got here, and I'll never forget what I almost missed." Harry's voice was thick with emotion while he held Draco to him.

Draco was actually trembling like a leaf, crying into Harry's shoulder. Then he felt those soft lips kissing the tears off of his cheeks. Gentle hands were in his hair, and the voice that whispered into his ear spoke only kindnesses. He managed to make out that there was supposed to be dinner for them, but he wasn't hungry that way now.

It didn't seem like his own voice, so raw and needy, saying, "Please...Harry...tell me you want me now...please...I need you." But it must have been real, since Harry took his hand and walked him through the draped archway and into that marvelous bedroom.

He let Harry lead the way, and they began with a rain of kisses, pausing only for breath, slaking their thirst for each other slowly, until the only places left unkissed were those imprisoned by clothes. They didn't strip them away quickly, despite their almost frantic need. They peeled the clothes from each other with an exaggerated slowness, still kissing when they weren't interrupted by clothing being pulled away.

When at last they were naked, the cool air of the room soothed the heat that seemed to burn from within them both and they could be patient. Patient enough to make this lasting and right in every way. Sprawled in each other's arms, they explored the feeling of each other's bodies consciously for the first time. Harry's hands studied every part of Draco's body...worshipfully, his green eyes shining with the excitement of a man solving a mystery that had eluded him for years.

Harry's mind was reeling. It was stunning, the softness and unmarred perfection of Draco's skin. He felt like he could spend the night doing nothing else but touching that softness and still be happy for it.

Most amazing to him was the sheer audacity of what he was doing. He was naked, in a bed, with Draco, NAKED! No Firewhiskey blurred it this time. Every beautiful inch of Draco was locking into his memory for life. He worked his lips down Draco's torso ever so slowly, paying attention to the pert points of nipples which cried out to be kissed.

The sudden tension of his lover told him he was making an impression, the whispered urgings grew feverish, and those slender, fine hands were in Harry's hair and twisting small locks of it through Draco's fingers. He was gently moving lower, toward something he'd dreamed of since he'd first known he was gay.

He stroked his hand down Draco's stomach, just hinting at where he was heading, then veered to the right, working his lips and tongue hungrily along Draco's inner thigh. The gasps and little cries from Draco were all he needed to hear. When he'd made his lover squirm for as long as he could stand, he finally took careful hold of Draco's weeping and quivering erection. It was the first and only one he'd ever held, ever kissed, ever looked at more than furtively in a shower. This time it was the first all over again.

Even at just a little more than half the size of his own, it was magnificent. Pale and only lightly veined, arrow straight, and faintly slick at the top from precome. Harry took his time getting comfortable with it, instinctively reading the feel of Draco's body for clues. When he finally let the length of it slide across his tongue and into his throat it surprised him how warm, alien and alive it felt there.

He was suddenly aware of the memory of how Draco had felt, two weeks ago, doing the same to him. He used that as his guide and began to softly work his lips around the head while gently stroking with his hand. The combination of the two actions rendered Draco into a trembling, moaning wreck, perpetually dangling from the precipice of orgasm, yet desperately trying to hold on a little longer.

Harry didn't relent. He adjusted his pace every so often, taking short breaks from the rhythm to pull that perfect organ deeper into his throat, then starting his pace anew. Draco tried to warn that he was close, begging almost incoherently, but Harry had no intention of pulling away.

When Draco's body began to shudder uncontrollably, Harry knew it was near, and in only a few seconds, Draco began to pant and cry out as he came, hot seed spilling across Harry's tongue, eagerly swallowed as if by instinct, only the slightest drop trickling around the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

Draco's hips bucked wildly as the last bursts of his orgasm were released into Harry's mouth, that strong hand on his chest the only thing that kept Draco from thrashing his way off the bed. As he calmed and gathered himself in the aftermath of that wondrous explosion, one savage thought crossed Draco's mind. 'MY TURN!'

He sat up and kissed Harry directly on the mouth, deeply and passionately, no mind payed to his own recently spent come lingering on Harry's lips. He pushed Harry back onto the bed and sat astride him, kissing him into near submission, then began to subject Harry to the same slow and torturous treatment that Draco had just recieved.

Harry bore up no better than he had, shaking when soft lips worked their way from his neck down his chest. This was where Draco's expertise began to show. He teased Harry effortlessly and relentlessly, constantly hinting at pleasures to come, then darting away at the last second.

When at last he made his way to Harry's enormous and aching erection, the man was almost in tears, clutching the sheets and gritting his teeth in a state that looked convincingly similar to agony.

Even when Draco began to flick his tongue around the head of his boyfriend's penis and occasionally wrap his lips around just the head, there was no relief for Harry. Draco never let any one rhythm guide Harry to climax. Instead, he kept Harry hung upon the stars, like a crucified god, waiting for ecstacy that refused to come.

He used every trick he'd learned in four years, as well as a few he'd only heard of, and the hardest was the attempt to deep throat the imposing organ in front of him. He almost had to unhinge his jaw to get it in. Serpent of Slytherin, indeed.

The look of shock on Harry's glassy-eyed face had been worth it. The sight of his considerable manhood disappearing into Draco's hungry mouth was more than he could stand. Draco could feel the tension building and slid back to a more tenable position. He already knew what was coming must be like unto a flood, and steadied himself as he gently teased Harry over that final edge.

Even prepared, it was a bit more than he could cope with. Despite swallowing as fast as he could, his mouth seemed to bulge with the stuff, ultimately leading to his pulling away, chin drenched and mouth agape as a few last spurts struck his neck and chest.

Harry called out to Muggle and wizarding gods alike, hips thrusting uncontrollably with desire and the unconscious urge to rut. Panting for breath, he pulled his lover to him and kissed away the mess on that perfect chin. He was sated momentarily, but he was no less erect than he had been a minute ago, and his appetite had just been thoroughly whetted.