To Give Everything

They made it to the dungeons and Draco breathed a bit of a sigh. Few would mess with him down here. He led them to Snape's quarters and used the Pass Spell to get them inside.

Harry made a small face as he stepped through the door, but he supposed it was better than nothing.

Draco smiled, remembering the first time Harry had stripped for him here. But he didn't stop in the office, leading him instead to the other door that went to Snape's private rooms.

"Never been back here," Harry murmured, but he figured Draco would know that. He had a moment to wonder again how Draco had such easy access to Snape’s rooms.

Smiling, Draco led them through the sitting room to the bedroom, flicking his wand to light the candles in the sconces as he did. "I have," he said quietly. The room was simply and darkly finished, much like Snape had dressed. The large four poster bed was decorated in black and the walls were lined with bookcases full to brimming with ancient-looking tomes.

"Dunno how I feel about doing stuff in his bed," Harry commented with a small smile.

Draco looked sad for a moment. "It's no longer his bed, Harry." There was a twinge of sadness for him when he said that but he pushed those feelings aside.

"Yeah, but ...." Harry bit his lip and shrugged. "Could we change the sheets?"

"They are clean," Draco said softly. "The only person who has slept in this bed since they were last changed is me."

"Oh, sorry," Harry mumbled, not even exactly sure why he was apologising. Draco had slept in here?

Draco smiled, turning and cupping Harry's cheek with one hand. "I know he didn't treat you well," he said. "But it was different with me."

"I figured ... he was like a mentor to you?" Harry asked, looking up at him.

Draco made a kind of crooked smile at that. "Yes, he was," he agreed, thumb caressing Harry's lips.

"I'm sorry he died that way," Harry said with a nod, kissing Draco's thumb.

"I am sorry he died any way," Draco said, a shadow of pain flickering in his eyes before he pushed it away. He tried to focus on Harry instead. He smiled at the irony of taking Harry in Severus' bed and wondered what Severus would have thought of that.

"Yeah," Harry whispered, his eyes closing a little bit. "So, are you going to have me or not?"

Draco reached up and removed Harry's wet cloak and then his own, laying them over a chair. Had it only been a week since they had last had sex? Draco wanted him, wanted him very much. "Have you? Yes," Draco said. "But, not just your body."

"My heart, too?" Harry asked softly, smiling up at Draco. God, he was being so mushy.

"Remember what I said when we began?" Draco whispered, caressing Harry's cheek now. "Everything."

"Everything," Harry repeated with a small sigh, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around Draco to hug him again.

Draco wrapped his other arm around Harry, cupping the flushed cheek. "Yes, and now ..." Draco swallowed. "I am willing to give you that as well."

"You don't know how happy that makes me feel," Harry whispered, feeling so content in his arms.

"No one else will understand," Draco warned, searching those green eyes for comprehension.

"I don't care about what anyone else thinks. This is about us. And how we feel," Harry said, looking back into Draco's eyes.

Draco leaned forward, lips gently caressing Harry's, one hand pressing against the small of the man’s back to pull him even tighter.

Harry managed to slide his hands up and around Draco's neck, leaning up into the kiss.

Draco took his time, lips and tongue exploring Harry's mouth, hand resting on his cheek before slowly sliding back along his jaw and into thick black hair. He pressed a knee between the other man’s legs, feeling Harry's arousal and his own straining to answer it.

Harry moaned against Draco's lips, beginning to slowly rub himself against Draco. A week had really been a long time.

That moan brought a shiver down Draco's spine. "You want me," he groaned. That fact was intoxicating. He began quickly stripping the other man, tossing Harry's clothes aside.

Harry was surprised that Draco was undressing him when he usually told Harry to undress by himself.

Draco ran his hands greedily over Harry's skin, stroking and squeezing and pinching. He pushed Harry back on the bed, climbing on top of him as he began sucking and biting as well.

Harry moaned and winced with a few of the bites, knowing and pleased by the fact that he'd have a lot of marks by the time they were done.

Draco covered Harry in bites, most of them wouldn't mark, but some were darker. The red marks, the flushed skin and Harry's growing erection were all beautiful to him. He pushed at the man's hip. "Turn over, up on hands and knees," he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Harry gasped, quickly turning over and pushing himself up onto his hands and knees for Draco. It felt good to be following his orders again. It felt safe.

Draco was still dressed. He got off the bed and quickly removed his clothes, then reached into the drawer beside the bed for a phial of oil kept there.

Harry waited quietly, his fingers tightening in the sheets of the bed. He really wanted to reach down and touch himself, but he was sure that wouldn't go over too well.

Draco brought his wand and the oil with him as he moved between those legs. "So beautiful," he whispered and then pressed the tip of his wand to the man's hole, casting a specialised Cleaning Spell.

Harry shivered and made a small face, tensing up slightly.

"You want me, want me inside you, don’t you?" Draco asked. He set the wand and oil aside and pushed apart Harry's arse cheeks to look at that puckered ring.

"I want you," Harry replied, feeling his face get impossibly redder when he was exposed like this.

Draco pulled until Harry was as spread open as he could be, and then bent forward, placing a kiss on the opening.

Harry jumped at the small kiss, looking over his shoulder at Draco. He wasn't expecting that.

Feeling the jump, Draco smiled, continuing the kiss in the same way he would if it were Harry's mouth – first his lips and then the tip of his tongue gently teasing the soft edges of the hole.

It felt ... good, surprisingly, very good, and Harry found himself making a pleased sound, his back arching a little more.

Draco chuckled knowingly, licking harder now and feeling the sensitive flesh shudder.

Harry's fingers curled tightly in the sheets and he felt himself slouch a little, another loud moan escaping him.

Draco's cock jumped and he pressed his tongue harder into that ring, wriggling it.

"Oh! Ohh," Harry started to whimper, barely thrusting his hips but unable to be still.

Draco hummed in appreciation, using his tongue to lick and probe, one hand sliding lower to cup Harry's balls, rolling them gently.

Harry groaned and tried to clench around Draco's tongue, panting softly in pleasure.

Draco kept it up for several more minutes, enjoying the way Harry trembled and gasped. Then he reached for the oil, slicking a couple fingers. He lifted his mouth away and began working fingers into Harry.

Harry breathed in then slowly released the air as he relaxed for Draco, feeling the fingers slide deeply inside of him.

"Oh, I missed this, missed the feeling of being inside you, on top of you, with you," Draco whispered fervently.

"I missed it so much," Harry replied softly. "I missed you so much ...."

Draco worked another finger inside, twisting and rubbing them. "Yes, better together," he agreed.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" Harry asked as the fingers moved, brushing his prostate more than once and making him groan each time.

"Yes, going to fill you," Draco promised, pulling his fingers out and slicking his bobbing red prick. He had to take several deep breaths to steady himself as he pressed into Harry.

Harry bit down on his lip as Draco pushed in, the burn and the pleasure mixing to make him gasp.

Draco groaned as the warm tight channel swallowed him, his hands holding Harry's arse spread so he could watch it. "Yes, you can take everything I give you, can't you?" he said, awed that he wasn't just talking about his cock, or the sex, or pain.

"Yes, I want to, want everything," Harry moaned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Draco began slowly, pulling out and thrusting in with long firm strokes.

Harry started to move with him after a while, wishing he could see the look on Draco's face as he moved. He loved that look.

"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, trembling as he began thrusting faster.

Harry could already feel the warmth uncoiling in the pit of his stomach, the one that told him that he was most definitely close. "Draco," he whispered, tensing up in an effort to hold back.

"Don't come yet," Draco growled, thrusting hard and fast as he approached his own orgasm.

"Trying," Harry whimpered, really feeling as though he couldn't hold it back much longer. "I ... ohh, Draco!"

Draco thrust in deep, holding Harry tight against him as he released into the man's body with a groan.

Harry gasped and felt himself shudder hard, scared that he'd come, but luckily he didn't.

Draco pulled back, cock still hard and come dribbling as he did, lowering his head again to Harry's arse. He thrust his tongue into the still stretched and slick opening.

"Shit!" Harry cried out, clenching around his tongue as he shuddered again, feeling pre-come dribble out the tip of his cock.

Draco licked and thrust with his tongue, holding Harry's arse spread open for him as he did.

"I seriously can't," Harry whimpered, shaking his head helplessly as he tried to thrust down.

Draco lifted his mouth only long enough to say, "Come for me" and then dived back in, thrusting as deep as he could push his tongue.

Harry came with a loud cry, shuddering yet again as his knees slipped and he fell down onto the bed, unable to hold himself up any longer.

Draco used both hands to keep holding Harry's cheeks apart as he sucked his own come from the hole. Holding it in his mouth, he rolled the other man over and climbed up his body, bringing his mouth down on Harry's.

Harry opened his mouth to kiss him back, still feeling the aftershocks going through his body.

Draco thrust his tongue in, still covered in his own come from Harry's body, sliding it along Harry's tongue.

Harry opened his eyes wide in surprise when he tasted it and promptly flushed, swallowing before he continued to kiss Draco.

Draco kissed and licked until they had swallowed it all. Then he drew back to look into Harry's eyes. "Everything," he reminded him.

Harry nodded once. "Everything," he repeated.

Draco rested his forehead against Harry's for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling as he lay atop of him. Then he shifted, lying down at his side.

"We're going to sleep here?" Harry asked, moving closer and snuggling against him.

"Yes," Draco whispered, too tired now to even cast a Cleaning Spell. "This bed is more comfortable than the one I could conjure." He didn’t mention that he felt more at home in these rooms. He wrapped an arm around Harry, face pressed to the man's hair.

"Good night, then," Harry whispered, turning to kiss Draco's shoulder.

Draco's eyes were too heavy to hold open and he smiled. "Good night, Harry," he whispered before he fell asleep.

Harry smiled and drifted off to sleep not that long after, feeling relaxed and content in a way he had never felt before.

***

Draco woke in Severus' bed, a warm body pressed to him. He had a moment of disorientation from that, confusing memory with the present before he looked down at Harry's face pressed against his chest. He reached fingers to gently run through messy black hair.

Harry hummed softly in his sleep, shifting a little more closely to Draco with a small yawn.

Draco smiled, teasing Harry's lips with a finger.

Harry made another noise and kissed the finger, slowly opening one eye to look up at Draco.

Draco chuckled, peering into that emerald eye. "At least it is Saturday this time."

Harry nodded in agreement, closing his eye again as he stretched out, groaning softly. "Very good."

Draco gently rolled out from under the man when Harry moved and then climbed out of bed, heading to the attached bathroom.

"Where you going?" Harry asked, yawning again as he stretched once more.

"Toilet," Draco answered and went into the bathroom. He used the toilet, washed his hands and then got a glass of water before returning to the room.

"Oh," Harry said and slipped out of the bed, walking into it just as Draco was coming out. He did the same, washing his hands and then walking back into the room.

Draco had cast a Cleaning Charm on himself and was lounging naked, back against the headboard when Harry came back.

"Can I get a sip of the water?" Harry asked as he got into the bed next to Draco.

Draco handed Harry the glass, grey eyes watching him carefully as he tried to think of how to ask 'what next?'

Harry took a few sips of the water and then set it back down on the side table. He looked back at Draco, clasping his hands together in front of him. "So ...."

Draco arched an eyebrow. "Christmas holidays begin next week," he started. "Did you have plans?"

"No. Ron mentioned something about going back home with him," Harry said, shrugging slightly. "I don't know, though."

"You want to ... tell anyone?" Draco asked, tensing as he waited for the answer. He wasn't even sure which answer would make him happier.

"Well, Hermione worked out that I was seeing someone. And she probably thinks that I broke up with whoever that was last week, the way I was acting," Harry said. "So, I guess we could tell them first. Ron will probably ... freak."

Draco snorted, thinking the Weasel would probably try to hunt him down and hex his balls off for laying a hand on Harry, let alone what they had done. "I believe Blaise has guessed not only what but who."

"Really? Oh, so, maybe just people close to us then?" Harry asked.

"Will you tell her?" Draco asked, a twinge of jealousy making him frown.

Harry realised he was asking about Ginny. "We could, and I don't know, that's up to you, I guess. Sir," he answered, smiling a bit.

Draco's frown melted into a smirk. "Well, I'd rather it not appear in the Prophet, certainly not before I have spoken with my parents," he said, cupping Harry's cheek and stroking his lips with a thumb. "You can tell anyone you feel will be discreet."

"Just Hermione and Ron then," Harry said with a small nod.

"We could stay here for the holidays," Draco suggested, trying to sound casual even though his heart sped up.

"Here? Just in these rooms or in Hogwarts?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco flushed a bit. "Here, The Room, just as long as we are together."

"Oh, I'd love that," Harry whispered, leaning over to kiss Draco's cheek.

Draco cupped Harry's face, pulling him into a long slow kiss, tongue teasing and breath mingled.

Harry smiled and hummed, gently and slowly kissing Draco back.

They held each other, kissing and touching softly for a while. Draco petted Harry's hair, the other man's face pressed to his neck. Finally, Draco forced himself to speak. "You said it was the last straw but not ... not everything," he whispered.

"What?" Harry asked, looking a little confused when Draco spoke.

"You were going to kill yourself," Draco whispered, a shiver of fear running through his body at the memory as he spoke.

"Oh." Harry's face fell, his eyes finding a spot on his lap.

"Why?" Draco whispered.

"Because, I was ... I was tired," Harry murmured, not exactly sure of where to begin. "You heard what I said that first night out on the tower."

Draco thought about it for a few minutes, still caressing Harry's hair. "Things that happened to you, they would be difficult for anyone. I want ... I need you to promise me something."

"What?" Harry asked, his head tilting up slightly as he waited.

"That you won't do it, that no matter what, you won't kill yourself," Draco insisted. He paused, then, "I can't say I understand your friends very well, but I think they care enough about you that they would feel the same way."

"When I think about it now, it was ... a really stupid decision," Harry said with a small nod. "And even if ... if we don't last, I don't think I'll do that again. I almost lost everything. It's just ... you don't know how I was feeling. It was the worst feeling possible. And, I'm sorry, Draco."

"I ..." Draco started and then took a deep breath. He looked down at Harry, fingers tipping Harry's face up so he could look into his eyes. "I am not used to apologising. But ... but I am sorry I pushed you away. I've just … never felt this way before."

"I can't say what you did was good, but now we're okay," Harry told him honestly. "I don't feel so ... broken anymore. You fixed something inside of me."

"I don't think you were the only one broken," Draco whispered. "We've never talked about this, but I think I know why I pushed you away."

"Why? I never asked you, yeah," Harry said, reaching to wrap his finger around a bit of Draco's hair.

Draco flushed a little, smiling at the gesture. "Do you know why ... why I ... did the things I did, in sixth year?"

"Yeah," Harry admitted, remembering having heard Dumbledore say why the night he died on the tower.

Draco considered that, not sure if it was completely true, but nodding anyway. "Anyone we loved was held hostage. That's how it worked. That's why they held Lovegood at the Manor, to control her father. My mother and father to control me, and vice versa," Draco explained.

Harry nodded, understanding that, remembering what he had seen through Voldemort’s eyes as well as his own dilemma during the war. "That was one of the main reasons I broke up with Ginny," he told him. "I didn't want something like that to happen to her."

Draco hadn't known that. And the girl hadn't waited for Harry, had moved on to Longbottom instead. Draco kissed his lover's forehead gently. "It wasn't safe to love then," he confirmed. "Do you think it is ever safe to love?"

"I ... well, I can't say that it's completely safe to love, but it's worth it," Harry said, slowly beginning to grin.

Draco smiled back, rubbing his nose against Harry's. "You are worth it," he agreed.