Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own the plot. Please do NOT sue, as all I can give you is a stick of sugar-free gum (which I want…::looks around nervously:: MINE!).

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Draco’s Desire, for making sure all of my sentences flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there is, let me know and I will be sure to slap her. Thx!

39 REVIEWS IN JUST OVER TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE.

To Reviewer Katie: You asked if Draco was dominant in the bedroom, and you are RIGHT!

To Reviewer LiT: Yeah, I get the feeling that many readers kinda question my story in the beginning, then they love it as it goes on. Eh, join the club. ;)

To Reviewer Eyes, L_C, Ailish, and SnapeIsTheBest: I'm glad you support the Mpreg, but Draco's Dominant. Though, I think I have a way for Draco to be carrying the baby, at least for a little while. I want to make as many readers happy as I can, and plus it fits, too.

To Reviewer I.Drowned.My.Goldfish: ::screams:: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

To Reviewer Missa: OH, YEAH! You're right on the dot! Great job, you're a great guesser!

To Reviewer BRM: Er...I love you, too? Lol.

To Reviewer Bron: Thanks! But, sadly, you're wrong with your guess about the father. Just read...

To Reviewer Miz Valeer: WTF?!?!? You want it to be Harry's?!?!? And where the Hell did you get Scrimegour!?!? He isn't even in this fic! Sheesh, you're a little off, aren't you? =)

To Reviewer Sammy: I hope you're blood pressure is under control, though I need to warn you; this chapter may cause you to react in many ways...be prepared. Oh, and you're right about the whole 'who the father is' ordeal. Well, not specifically, but you get my drift. ;)

To Reviewer Holly: YES! YOU LOST THE SPORK! Oh, wait...damn, you found it again. ::finds all possible escape routes:: Okay, just to be safe...

To Reviewer Manx: It's FanFicton. Lighten Up! =) Mpreg isn't possible, nor is Ginny a slut in the Canon!Series. ::hears reader debate:: Okay, well...Anything is possible in FanFiction, and everything doesn't follow to Canon. Actually, if you think about it, usually the only thing that really follows Canon is the names of the people. Huh, go figure what imagination can do.

To Reviewer LazyCrazyKitten: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO YOU. WITHOUT YOUR REVIEW, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER AS IT IS. THANK YOU.

To Reviewer Madlodger: You think too much, honestly! Sheesh. =)

To Reviewer Sabby: OMG! Thanks for reviewing; I miss your reviews, you know. I understand about the internet troubles, though. I also thought something was different about my story, but sometimes change is good so I'm not complaining!

39 REVIEWS IN JUST OVER TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE.

A/N: Alright. Yes, I'm posting again, even though I just posted yesterday. Oh well! =) I just had to write this...39 reviews for one chapter, in just over a day. Wow, I was so happy that people liked it that much. I got a ton of reviews from people who have never reviewed before, too. Glad to see that Cliffie's work. ;) You'll all be happy to note that this chapter isn't a cliffie. Oh, and before you read: PICKING WILDFLOWERS IS ALMOST FINISHED. I'm planning on one, maybe two more chapters. I might just make it an even 20, but I'm not sure yet. I have ideas for a short (5 chapters or so) sequel, so let me know if anyone would be interested.

Please Read and Review it! Remember, the more reviews a story gets, or the better the reviews, the more the author will write. If not, they may either lose interest or feel it went so bad they don't want to continue it.

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Chapter 17: Where Do We Go From Here?

In the Last Chapter of Picking Wildflowers:

Madam Pomfrey took one last, deep breath and opened the folded parchment. She scanned the words for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak. Harry’s heart stopped as she read, “The baby’s father is…”

Dean fell out of his chair in surprise after Madam Pomfrey had read the name, and Harry would have been right along with him had he not had Draco to hold him on his lap. Madam Pomfrey looked up at Ginny, “Ms. Weasley, I thought you had intercourse with Harry and Mr. Thomas.” she said, plainly confused.

Ginny blushed and put her head in her hands. Hermione sat, wide-eyed, her hand in Ron’s. She chanced a look over at her boyfriend, and wasn’t surprised to see him, as well, wide-eyed and jaw dropped. Dean stood from his fallen position on the floor then, and muttered something about not needing to be there. He was about to leave when Madam Pomfrey grabbed his elbow gently, telling him to get the father.

Harry sat on Draco in a mixed emotion-haze. Shock, happiness, confusion, laughter, and the urge to cry were all balanced on a delicate wall of Harry’s emotional barrier. Shock, as everyone else was in, that Ginny had slept with him. Happiness and the urge to cry, that the baby wasn’t his; he and Draco could start a life, now! That is, if Draco wanted a life with him…Merlin knew he loved the blonde, even if Harry was only now slowly realizing it for himself. Confusion, just because all of his emotions were jumbled.

And finally, laughter, because…well, because Ginny had to be married to COLIN CREEVEY!

Harry didn’t think he could take it anymore. He tried to suppress it, but the suppression only worked for a moment before Harry was down right laughing like a lunatic. His head, bent back to rest on Draco’s shoulder, was split into a wide grin as he laughed.

“Damn, Harry,” Draco said to the laughing boy on his lap, “What are you laughing about?” he asked in curiosity, also starting to laugh. But, damn, Harry’s laugh was contagious.

Harry continued to laugh as he managed to giggle out, “She…oh…” Harry giggled, it seemed he could pull himself together long enough to look at Ginny, then he laughed again. “She,” he giggled again, pointing at Ginny, “OH, it’s too rich,” Harry laughed. “Ginny has to marry Colin!” he exclaimed, then burrowed his face into Draco’s shoulder and laughed so hard, it was silent. Had anyone came in then, seeing Harry’s silent, shaking body on Draco’s shoulder, they would have been led to believe Harry was crying because he was the father.

Draco had to admit, that was pretty funny. Harry giggling on his chest was cute, too, and it felt so good to have that huge weight lifted off of his and Harry’s shoulders.

Harry wasn’t the father of Ginny’s baby.

Harry wasn’t a bonded man.

Draco, too, began laughing as he wrapped his arms around the boy in his lap, feeling the intense, hating stare on him that Ginny was shooting. Obviously, she didn’t find it funny. ‘Oh well,’ Draco thought smugly, still laughing, ‘She should have thought of that before she spread her legs for him.’

Hermione smiled humorously once, but soon put it away. Ron still was looking at Ginny with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Ginny?” he asked in a whisper. “Ginny, how could you?”

Ginny didn’t answer; rather, she didn’t get to. Harry had just lifted his face, grin still intact, when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stepped in the privacy curtain. Mrs. Weasley took in Harry’s smiling face, and Ron’s shocked expression, and…came to the wrong conclusion. “Harry, dear!” she smiled happily, pulling him up off of Draco’s lap and hugging him tight. Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione, who also raised one in return. “We’re so happy for you, Harry. A family of your own with Ginny, oh, we are so happy. Of course, you two could have waited a few more years, but we’re happy nonetheless. Have you thought of names? What gender is the next Potter, do you know?” Mrs. Weasley rambled, hugging the air out of Harry.

Harry smiled nervously and pulled out of her tight hug, then breathed in air. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but…” he stopped. Mrs. Weasley looked curiously over at him, her smile still in place. Harry sighed, “But I’m not the father of her baby.” he finished, now completely serious.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s eyebrows rose into their respective hairlines. “What do you mean, Harry?” Mr. Weasley asked.

Madam Pomfrey moved over by Harry and rested a hand on his shoulder. “He means, Arthur, that he’s not the father of your daughter’s baby. The child in Ms. Weasley’s womb is not a Potter.”

The Weasley’s still seemed skeptical. “So, you two aren’t dating?” Mrs. Weasley asked carefully. Her daughter was only fifteen, though a baby with Harry…she could let slip the early pregnancy. Anyone else’s…

Harry scoffed. “Well, we were.” he drawled. Seeing Molly’s and Arthur’s confused faces again, Harry retold his last few days. “Draco and I,” Molly and Arthur looked over at Draco at the mention of his name, then back to Harry as he began speaking again, “Were on our way to Gryffindor Tower for my Birthday Party, when we found Ginny and Dean Thomas snogging.” Molly’s eyes widened, “I found out then that she’d been cheating on me with him for quite some time.”

Arthur looked much like Molly; his eyes wide and mouth slack. “So it’s Dean Thomas’s baby?” he asked.

Harry shook his head again. “Just a few moments ago we all found out that Ginny wasn’t only cheating on me with Dean, but also Colin Creevy, of her year. That’s who the father of the baby is.”

Molly suddenly exploded with anger, and she moved to the side of Ginny’s bed. “GENERVA ANN WEASLEY!” she shouted. Harry barely recognized the shouting; instead, he was making a mental note to, if he ever had a girl, never name it Rebecca Ann. Possibly Rebecca Joy, or not even Rebecca at all! He was starting to think that he didn’t like that name so much. “How could you do that to Harry? Go off and sleep with other guys, and now you’re pregnant, probably with a child who’s father doesn’t love you!”

Arthur came over to his wife then, and calmed her down while scolding Ginny in a much more calm tone, “You’re mother is right, Generva. What you did was very irresponsible, and now you and the rest of the family must deal with the consequences.”

Ginny nodded sadly, tears streaking down her face. Dean came in with Colin then, before hurrying out of the room again. Mrs. Weasley looked over to the boy in the middle of the room, as did the rest of the occupants. Colin gulped loudly.


Mr. Weasley went over to the boy, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you Colin Creevy?” he asked the boy, who nodded quickly. Arthur sighed. “Do you know why you’re here?” Colin shook his head. Arthur moved out of the way, so Colin could see Ginny on the hospital bed. “Did you have sex with my daughter?” he asked gently, causing Colin to tell the truth and nod. Arthur spun Colin so he could put both of his hands on the boy’s shoulders as he said, “Colin, Ginny’s pregnant with your daughter.”

As Colin went over to stand next to his new fiancé in shock, Madam Pomfrey came over to where Harry and Draco were standing. “Maybe it would be best if you two left for a while, dears. This doesn’t much concern you anymore.” she asked of them gently. Harry and Draco nodded, and left the Infirmary.

Harry sighed. All he wanted to do, really, was go back to his Head Boy room and fall asleep in Draco’s arms. Speaking of Draco…Harry looked over to Draco, who had been looking at Harry until Harry looked at him. Harry smiled nervously and stopped walking in the corridor, causing Draco to stop, too.

“Are you alright, Harry?” Draco asked, coming over to Harry.

Harry nodded, but asked, “What now, Draco?” he searched Draco’s eyes for an answer. “What now, since I’m not in danger of being a father or bonded, where do we go from here?”

Draco wrapped his arms around his Harry and nuzzled the shorter boys neck as he answered innocently, “To the bedroom?” Draco began to kiss and nip on Harry’s neck, waiting for a reply.

Harry’s breathing became labored as he nodded hurriedly. He wrapped his hands around Draco’s neck and Disapparated he and Draco to his Head Boy room. Harry was lucky that he managed to get he and Draco at least partially on the bed. He didn’t think they would have been able to make it to a bed had they just Apparated on the floor; Draco was a horny blonde and probably would have just shagged Harry on the rug.

As it was, Draco was leant on top of Harry, kissing his neck, and causing Harry to whimper. Suddenly, Draco took a big part of Harry’s neck into his mouth and bit down, then began to suck. Harry whimpered as the pain and pleasure coursed through him, knowing in the back of his mind that there would be a hickey there tomorrow. A huge one.

Draco still sucked the spot on Harry’s neck, trying to put every ounce of joy he felt into that mark. He and Harry could be together forever, now. Tonight was the first of many, he hoped, that he and Harry went to bed together to enjoy love-making.

Draco was determined to show Harry what a real relationship felt like; rather than the relationship he’d previously had with that slut, Weasley, where they shagged at night and went about there separate lives during the day. No, Draco was going to show Harry the real way: the way in which Draco made sweet, passionate love to Harry, then took care of him and held him.

Draco pulled away from the skin, and blew cold air over the damp mark, causing Harry’s skin to crawl. He suddenly stood up; his feet were on the ground since they Apparated, and Harry was back-bent on the end of the bed. Draco placed his large hands under Harry’s arms, then threw Harry up further on the bed.

Harry landed on the pillows with a creak of the mattress and a soft ‘Oof!’. Harry thought happily, then, that Draco was so strong, he could lift and throw him without much difficulty. Well, either that, or Harry was just really light. Harry was sticking to the first.

Draco again positioned himself between Harry’s bent legs, loving the way Harry looked at him when he was knelt between them. The prominent bulge in Harry’s pants was similar to his own, and they were so close, yet somehow so far away at the same time. Draco stared at Harry, knowing what was expressed in his stormy eyes.

Harry looked between his legs in longing. Draco was kneeling, staring at him with such a horny look, it made Harry shiver in excitement. The look, while like the one from earlier, was different, too. The look earlier was the predator side of Draco, while this look was more like longing and love, though the possessiveness gleamed in Draco’s blue-gray gaze. Harry nearly whimpered at the sight. Harry couldn’t escape the feeling of intensity from the look, nor did he want to.

Draco lifted his hands up to his shirt, where he began unbuttoning it in front of Harry. Harry’s breath was labored as he watched milky-white skin become revealed, and let out a small moan. Draco smirked seductively, and continued his strip.

Harry raised his hands to his own shirt, trying to free himself from the confines and help them get done faster. He was shocked, to say the least, when he felt Draco’s hands pinning his wrists to the sides of his head. Draco’s gaze of love and possessiveness didn’t waver. Harry somehow understood the glance, and lay anxiously on the bed, watching and moaning at the stripping blonde between his thighs.

After Draco got all of the buttons undone, he left his shirt on and instead slid his hands down his front, noting how Harry watched every move. His pale fingers wrapped around his belt buckle, and Draco undid the offending restraint, before leaving it exactly where it hung.

Harry was going crazy while Draco stripped. It was so intoxicating, watching Draco’s flawless skin become revealed, but Harry wanted to see all of it! And he didn’t understand why Draco wasn’t taking anything off; was he just teasing him?

Draco had finished unzipping his jeans, and they, too, remained on him, slung low on his hips. Draco slid his hands up Harry’s clothed torso, starting from his jean-clad ankles. The touches, though not even direct skin on skin contact, shivered Harry’s skin and made him get goose-bumps. Draco’s fingers found the hem of Harry’s blue cotton tee, and they deftly went under the cloth and bunched it up with them as they headed north.

Harry arched his back as Draco’s skilled fingers scraped across his nipples. He let out a soft whine, too, as Draco ran the pads of his fingers across his collarbone; it seemed like Draco was memorizing Harry.

And memorizing Draco was; memorizing how Harry looked underneath him during their foreplay, memorizing what Harry’s skin felt like in different places, memorizing where Harry was sensitive and what drove him to the point when he just couldn’t take it anymore. Draco wanted to know every single thing about Harry, whether it be about what he desired in the bedroom, or elsewhere; he wanted to know.

And Malfoys always got what they wanted. Unless, of course, you’re Draco Malfoy, and can’t say ‘No’ to Harry Potter’s damnable pout! But other than that…always. Luckily, Harry hadn’t thought of using the pout just yet, or else Draco was sure they’d be shagging like rabbits about now.

Draco purposefully ran his fingers over Harry’s sensitive nipples again, causing Harry to whimper and arch his back long enough for Draco to slip the shirt off Harry’s chest. The static from the cotton made Harry’s hair go wild, but little did Draco care. It only made Harry look more gorgeous to him.

After Harry was topless, Draco ghosted his fingertips down Harry’s muscled abdomen, to his hips. Draco ran the pads of his thumbs over the soft skin of Harry’s waist, marveling how soft the skin was, and just memorizing every little detail that made Harry who he was. Draco panted softly as he unzipped his boyfriend’s jeans again, and pulled them down his hips. Harry’s naval, that had already been exposed when Draco had taken off Harry’s shirt, was just calling to Draco. Draco marked it in his mind somewhere that Harry’s bellybutton was also highly sensitive.

Draco pulled the black jeans down Harry’s legs to his ankles, then stopped and removed Harry’s shoes and socks, before slipping the jeans off the edge of the bed. He looked back over at his Harry, and nearly growled with possessiveness. His Harry was so, so gorgeous, laying there panting for Draco.

Harry lay under Draco as Draco watched him again. Draco had just removed his pants, and Harry noticed then that Draco had stripped of his own shirt, and let the silk puddle on the floor on the side of the bed. This time, Harry hoped Ron wouldn’t be getting in the way. It was so terrible, last time, when Harry had suffered through all of that torture, and then he came because of a hand job. Harry moaned, wondering how much better the orgasm could have been had they not been interrupted.

Suddenly, taking Harry off guard, Draco leant over his chest and took a dusky nipple into his mouth again. “Ohhhhh,” Harry breathed in a whimper, his hand finding the back of Draco’s neck once more. Draco licked and sucked one of Harry’s most sensitive parts, moaning as he felt Harry slightly hump his chest from the pleasure. As he kept Harry busy, Draco wiggled out of his jeans and heard them fall to the floor, on top of Harry’s.

Draco sat up then, and was again staring down at his Harry. He knew he was pushing Harry’s restraint; Harry wouldn’t like just sitting there for the rest of the night, with Draco just looking at him. Truth be told, there were many other things Draco wanted to do to Harry; the beginning of that list, at the moment, started with kisses and some lube.

Harry was staring back at Draco, wondering when he’d surprise him next. Suddenly, Harry got a feeling of control and he didn’t wait for Draco to surprise him; rather, he surprised Draco. Harry sat up, knees still bent and spread with Draco between them, and clashed his lips under Draco’s. Draco moaned in surprise and appreciativeness, and snaked his hands around to Harry’s back, feeling the soft skin there. Harry breathed out a sigh of content, especially when Draco’s hands fell to his arse, and he began kneading Harry’s clothed cheeks.

Harry moaned against Draco’s lips, and gasped as Draco’s hands pushed him closer to the blonde, causing their clothed erections to bump each other. Draco moaned back into Harry’s mouth, and pulled Harry closer still, this time raising his own hips just so, making their cocks grind.

Harry whimpered, his mouth going slack from the pleasure he was concentrating on. Draco took that moment to try something new and, with his hands still on Harry’s arse, his tongue intruded in Harry’s parted lips and began lapping inside the mouth. Harry began panting heavily and whimpered, but somehow knew not to kiss back. It felt so different, yet completely desired, to have Draco’s long, skillful tongue in his mouth, lapping hungrily at his throat.

Harry, who was wrapped up in the new feelings of his mouth being eagerly tongue-fucked, didn’t notice when Draco’s right hand began roaming around his arse, then up his hip. He only noticed that Draco’s hand had moved when Draco tenderly grasped his erection through the cotton boxers he was wearing. Harry gasped around Draco’s tongue in his mouth, but let the touching continue.

Draco held Harry’s clothed erection in his hand, wanting - no, needing - to be complete. Draco kept up his urgent and demanding tongue-fucking of Harry’s mouth as he skillfully removed Harry’s boxers from tanned, Quidditch-toned legs. Somehow, though Draco may never have known how, he lost his boxers, too. For the first time, he was naked, in bed, with his Harry. Draco moaned into Harry’s still slack mouth, and eagerly went back to fondling Harry’s cock.

Draco took the dark, engorged member into his hand, and moaned again in appreciativeness. Never in his life had anything felt more right. Harry whimpered into Draco’s mouth as Draco felt up his cock; Harry was going mad with just the simple touches. Draco carefully ran the pads of his fingers all over Harry’s cock, feeling the vein on the underside and taking note of precisely how long and thick it was. Draco wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to know everything about Harry. Draco’s own member, though, was beginning to throb in jealousy of all the attention Harry’s was getting.

Draco pulled away from Harry’s mouth and looked at Harry’s face. They’re eyes locked for the briefest moment, but it lasted so long to the both of them. Harry’s lips were red and slightly swollen from Draco’s tongue treatment, but it looked absolutely sexy; especially combined with Harry’s wild, seemingly-untamable hair and dusky, erect nipples. Harry was perfect, in all sense of the word, to Draco.

Draco looked much the same to Harry: Perfect. Draco was panting slightly from pleasuring Harry; his hair slightly mussed and his breath coming in gasps from the tongue-fucking. Draco’s flawless chest was rising and falling quickly, and his pink nipples were erect from arousal. His chest also had a little wet spot, right between his nipples, from where the tip of Harry’s leaking cock had humped into him while Draco sucked Harry’s nipple.

Harry’s eyes met Draco’s again, and Draco didn’t waist time I filling the space between them. Their mouths came together perfectly; Draco’s soft, moist, full pink lips atop Harry’s slightly chapped, red ones. Draco’s hands still lay on Harry’s arse, and they again pushed him toward the blonde, resulting in pleasurable friction of cock on cock. Harry moaned in pleasure and threw his head back as Draco continued to grind their naked cocks together.

Out of nowhere, a bottle of lube appeared in Draco’s reach. Draco eagerly grabbed for it, now only holding Harry’s arse with one hand and continuing to move their cocks together. Harry looked back to Draco, and seeing Draco with a bottle of lube only made Harry moan. Draco smirked and lay Harry back down on the bed, finally giving their cocks time to rest. Harry panted and writhed slightly in anticipation; he wanted to feel all of Draco.

Draco was in much the same state. He wanted to know Harry inside and out, and since he just about knew Harry on the outside more than Harry himself did, Draco believed it was time to move to part two. That, and Harry was practically begging for it; his thighs parted and drawn up, his arse just waiting to be filled by Draco’s cock.

Draco set the bottle down on the bed for a minute, and gently spread Harry’s legs farther. Harry’s arse hole was revealed, nearly making Draco moan for more. Draco’s finger was placed at Harry’s bellybutton, from there it went south, roaming from the base to the head of Harry’s leaking organ, making Harry whimper loudly in pleading. Draco’s finger then roamed over Harry’s shaved balls, and then finally to Harry’s arse hole, where it circled the entrance teasingly. Harry whimpered again and tried to move himself on the teasing finger, but Draco moved his hand away.

Harry whimpered again, begging with his eyes for Draco to just fuck him already. That’s when Draco couldn’t take it anymore; Harry had finally used the pout! Draco took the bottle of lube and dipped two fingers in, then gently pressed the forefinger to Harry’s entrance. Harry whimpered softly, then moaned as Draco’s finger entered him. Harry panted, trying to get used to being stretched again.

When Draco didn’t move after a moment, Harry pushed back on the finger and fucked himself on it. Harry moaned and pulled up to do it again, but this time he came down on two fingers; Draco had positioned another one when Harry went up. Harry whimpered loudly at the further stretching of his hole, but moaned as Draco began to quickly pump the fingers in and out, then scissor them to widen him for something much, much bigger.

Once Draco believed Harry to be stretched enough, he removed his fingers from Harry’s arse hole and replaced them on Harry’s arse, lifting Harry to be upright. Draco looked soul-deep into Harry’s eyes then, and Harry stared back in the same way. Draco opened his mouth to speak, but he had to close it again, not knowing what to say.

How did you tell someone you loved them more than life itself? How did you explain to the love of your life how much it’d hurt if they were ever to leave you? How did you show the one you called yours how much they meant to you, in just words? How could you resemble your eternal love, in just a few syllables or a few carefully chosen phrases?

Draco continued to stare at Harry. And he stared, for about a few more moments, until Draco opened his mouth and said the first thing that came to his mind. “I love you,” he said clearly, still looking into Harry’s eyes. Draco internally froze. What if Harry didn’t love him back?

Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and he began to tear up. Draco immediately became worried; had he said the wrong thing? Harry wiped his tears with the back of his hand, then wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck, and breathed out a sigh. “I love you, too.” he admitted truthfully, causing Draco’s heart to start up again. Harry continued to cry on Draco’s shoulder in happiness, “Merlin, I love you, Draco.” Harry whispered into Draco’s neck. “More than I could ever tell you,” Harry cried, “Please promise me that, whatever happens, you know that I love you.”

Draco immediately nodded, hugging Harry close. “I love you, Harry Potter.” Draco whispered. “And I promise,” he breathed into Harry’s hair, “I promise.”

Harry pulled back then, and Draco only got a glimpse of his lover’s tearful face before Harry’s lips were on his own, kissing him in such as passionate way, Draco couldn’t believe how tender it was. It was so perfect, and Draco was content to stay that way for the rest of his life.

Well, his neither regions weren’t agreeing with him. Draco’s cock stirred and throbbed with longing, causing Draco to moan into Harry’s mouth. Harry moved back and looked down at Draco’s and his cocks; the tips were nearly touching. Harry thrust into Draco slightly, causing the organs to bump each other and resulting in a moan from both boys. Harry pulled away from Draco and laid back on the bed, spreading his legs wide and drawing them close to himself for Draco.

Draco scooted closer and quickly covered his cock in a thin layer of lube before putting the blunt tip of his long, thick cock at Harry’s entrance. He kept his eyes solely on Harry’s as he eased his way into Harry’s tight channel, finding the outer ring of tight muscle to be, well…tight. Harry moaned and kept relaxed, letting Draco in.

Draco was only about a quarter in when Harry closed his eyes. Draco stopped to give his boyfriend time to adjust, and waited until he got a sign from Harry that it was alright to go on. Harry gave that sign when he wiggled his hips slightly, and Draco held gently onto Harry’s waist as he pushed himself further into Harry’s tight anal passage.

Harry felt like he was on fire, but he assumed this was way more pleasurable than burning. Draco’s cock was so filling, and Harry was sure Draco wasn’t even halfway in yet. Proving Harry right, Draco kept going further and further inside him, making Harry wonder just how big Draco really was, and how is arse kept stretching to fit Draco’s huge cock.

Draco was amazed at how tight Harry felt; gay sex was so different than hetero sex, and so much better, in Draco’s opinion. Pansy always felt so…open and big, where Harry’s hole was more like…closed and small, making it so much more pleasurable to Draco. Draco eased in more of his cock, keeping an eye on Harry’s expression. He didn’t want to hurt his Harry.

Harry was going insane…again. Harry kept thinking that Draco would be fully in him sometime soon, but those thoughts were quickly diminished as Draco kept entering him. And, by Merlin, it felt so great having a huge cock up his arse. Draco was just so big, and he stretched Harry wonderfully. Harry propped himself on his elbows and looked down at his and Draco’s body’s, where they connected. Draco only had about a quarter to go, now; Harry was surprised the other seventy-five percent had fit in him. Harry was anxiously waiting to get fucked by his boyfriend; they were still in the process of trial and error, and Harry had had about enough of it.

Surprising both himself and Draco, Harry used his elbows to push himself quickly on the rest of Draco’s long member. Draco moaned as Harry gasped and whimpered in pleasure; damn, now this was being filled. Harry was still propped on his elbows, though his eyes were shut and he was breathing deeply in satisfaction. Harry marveled in just how full he felt; he was going to have to ask Draco later how big he actually was.

Harry wiggled his hips again; Merlin, he just needed Draco to move. And Draco did just that; he pulled out about halfway - though it was a huge amount - and plowed back into Harry. Harry moaned and pushed himself onto Draco’s long member, loving the feeling of Draco’s cock sliding in and out of his stretched arse.

They repeated that cycle over and over again; each thrust becoming faster, harder, and deeper into Harry. Harry was whimpering and moaning nonstop by the time Draco was pulling nearly all the way out, then shoving quickly back into Harry’s hot, tight hole. Merlin, it felt so good to Harry to be so stretched and filled.

Just when Harry thought it couldn’t get any better, Draco pulled out of Harry’s arse, besides his engorged head, and angled differently. Harry’s breathing increased; he knew what was coming. Draco’s cock shot back into his tight hole and the blunt head hit directly onto his prostate, making Harry whimper and nearly coming from it. Draco held onto the base of Harry’s cock, though, preventing it.

Draco pulled out and shoved back in repeatedly, loving Harry’s whimpers of encouragement. His fast, hard thrusts hit Harry’s prostate on every time, and Harry was o close to coming. Draco stopped holding the base of Harry’s cock, and began pumping the organ, trying to make Harry release all over them both. Harry whimpered repeatedly, then his body tensed and he was calling out Draco’s name as he forcefully came. First, it was all over Draco’s chest, then over his own chest. Draco kept pumping, milking Harry for everything he had. And Harry had a lot, as Draco soon found out.

Harry continued to release his hot come, and he instinctively clenched his arse around Draco’s prick. Draco moaned and thrust deeply into Harry - fast, hard thrusts - and came, balls deep in Harry’s tight channel, loudly moaning out Harry’s name. Draco continued his fast thrusts as he and Harry continued to come, but when Harry fell back on the bed bonelessly, Draco finished off his release and lay down on top of Harry; their sweat-soaked chests pressed against each others and Draco’s softening cock still inside Harry’s come-filled hole.

Draco panted hot air into Harry’s neck, then kissed the hickey already forming. “I love you, Harry James Potter.” Draco whispered between pants.

Harry nodded and lifted his arm to stroke Draco’s back with his fingers. “Love you, too, Draco Lucius Malfoy.” Harry whispered back. Harry willed his comforter and sheets over he and Draco, and sighed contently. “That was the best,” Harry whispered. Draco nodded into his neck. “Goodnight, Draco. I love you,”

Draco smiled into Harry’s neck. “I love you, too, Harry.” Draco said back. Harry was already asleep.

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...Yeah, I know. Long, long, LONG sex scene. I couldn't help it! Gah.../headpalm. I need a boyfriend, or something. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed. Gotta love (or rather hate) Slut!Ginny. ::giggles:: Ginny Ann Creevy...HEE HEE! I'm sorry, but I was laughing all through that part. Oh, and by the way: Picking Wildflowers will probably become an MPREG.

PICKING WILDFLOWERS IS ALMOST FINISHED. I'm planning on one, maybe two more chapters. I might just make it an even 20, but I'm not sure yet. I have ideas for a short (5 chapters or so) sequel, so let me know if anyone would be interested.

Hope you review, to answer the following questions and comment on the following topics:

-The father of the baby
-Should there be a sequel?
-The sex scene
-Should Harry and Draco have a child: Boy or girl?
-Names for the child?

Okay, so...review for me. I take every single review into consideration, let me tell you. Right, LazyCrazyKitten?

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