Without a Trace

Author's note--Warning! This chapter may cause serious arousal! Do not read while wearing tight or ill-fitting clothing! ;) Well, okay, I seriously LOVE this chapter! (And love to hate it because of it's tragic ending!)

So there's your warning for the *tragic* finish that's coming, because we all know what happens to Draco on New Year's Day...but remember that we're going to snap back to the present, and Draco's okay! (Well, as okay as he was before you and Harry found out what happened to him)

This was SO delicious to write, so I hope you enjoy!
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Without a Trace

Special Features: New Year's Eve (Part 2)

“I could definitely get used to that,” Draco teased once he was able to move again. He pulled out of Harry completely and moved off of the black-haired boy, laying on his back beside him, staring at the ceiling. He turned his head and smiled when Harry took his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“My social calendar just freed up nine days ago,” Harry replied with a huge smile. “So I’ve got time…” He pushed himself up onto his elbow, rolling onto his side to look at Draco with a semi-serious expression.

“Let’s see…Voldemort’s gone, so no Dark Mark; my parents are in hiding from the Ministry, so no problems there; Snape still doesn’t like you, but what else is new? Yeah, all in all, it looks as if I could squeeze you…into my oh-so-busy schedule, that is.” Draco arched his eyebrow at Harry, and Harry blushed. The blonde glanced down to see Harry’s cock rising slightly. “That really turns you on, doesn’t it?” Harry stared hard at the mattress, nodding vigorously.

“Why do you think I always left in a hurry whenever you would do that when we fought?” he asked rhetorically.

“Ahh, the mysterious Saint Potter, explained,” Draco’s lips twisted into a wry smile as he remembered one particular time. They had been in front of the big tree, surrounded by their schoolmates, and Draco had sauntered up to Harry with his eyebrow raised. Harry had suddenly gone scarlet, but he finished the argument, even managing to squeak out halfway decent retorts, despite his raging hard-on; he had been VERY thankful for their school robes that day.

Harry raised his head to glare at him for the stupid nickname that he hated. He was no saint, not by a long shot. Draco, slightly surprised at the non-playful look he was getting from Harry, glared back. Sparks of their old animosity flared up, and though it didn’t show on Draco’s face, he suddenly thought of a way to redeem them for fighting for all of those years. He just had to make sure he didn’t get overly upset with the Gryffindor; Harry did, after all, have a knack for getting to Draco, as much as he had tried to deny it when they were younger.

“I hated it when you would call me that,” Harry muttered darkly. “I’m not a saint.”

“Oh really, Potter?” Malfoy’s usual drawl was back in place, accompanied by that sneer, and Harry suddenly had second thoughts about whether Draco had been completely honest with him. Maybe he DIDN’T return the feelings Harry was sure he felt for the blonde; THAT particular thought made Harry sick to his stomach, and he swiftly became aware that he was naked, next to Malfoy. Maybe it had been a twisted, perverse joke. He felt too exposed, too vulnerable, and Harry quickly sat up, bringing his knees up to his chin and wrapping his arms around his ankles, trying to cover himself as much as possible. He looked around for his pants.

* * * * *

Draco frowned, feeling the taste in the air change. It smelled like despair. Harry’s back was to him, and his posture was one of protection or self-preservation. He briefly wondered if Harry was feeling ashamed of what they just did, ashamed of being shagged by Draco, his worst enemy. If he was, it didn’t make Draco angry like it should have. It made his heart twist, but Draco just couldn’t bring himself to believe that Harry wasn’t at peace with their act of love-making. That shut down Draco’s mind for a second…love-making? Since when had he turned into a Hufflepuff? Then the blonde realized that he couldn’t bring himself to care that he was having these Hufflepuff-esque feelings—as long as they didn’t show on his face, of course—because he truly cared about the boy sitting on the corner of the mattress. Draco nearly threw his head back and laughed for the pure joy of the thought that he, Draco Malfoy, loved Harry Potter! He suddenly came back to himself, realizing that Harry was still upset and Draco’s idea still unfulfilled, but he wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing, and he got to his feet, standing on the mattress.

Harry felt shifting behind him and winced, closing his eyes. He expected Malfoy to leave or draw his wand and hex the shit out of Harry or grab him by the hair and give him what’s due for slipping him some sort of ‘love potion’. He jumped a mile when two long legs unexpectedly appeared on either side of him, stretching out. He first felt Draco’s cock—at half-mast, it seemed like—press against the top of his butt crack and lower back, and then he felt familiar pale hands slide from his shoulders down to his elbows; lastly, he felt feather-light kisses being placed across his scapula, from one side to the other.

“Potter,” Draco murmured between kisses, managing to keep his Malfoy-voice steady as his desire flared due to his proximity to Harry. “Potter, don’t be such a Gryffindor, you silly thing.” Harry froze, having no idea what to say to that. It was Malfoy’s arrogant tone…soft, though…combined with Draco’s gentleness, and Harry had no idea how to process this. He caught Draco by the wrist, turning slightly to be able to look over his shoulder at the blonde and see him out of the corner of his scared emerald eyes.

“Malfoy,” he whispered, and Draco picked up on the tense urgency. “What are you doing?” Draco felt like smiling, but that would give away his act, so he settled for curling his lip into that sneer. Harry’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“Why, Potter,” he drawled, leaning forward to exhale through his nose, the breath rushing past Harry’s exposed ear. He angled his head and gave the boy’s earlobe a couple of experimental nips before dragging his tongue over the softness, up the crease of his ear, and the hollow spot just behind. “I’m fixing our rivalry once and for all. Merlin knows you turned me on when you were angry, and it sounds as if I did the same to you. Sadly, we can’t go back and change the past to make this particular end-of-fighting happen more often, but if it ends like this now, we won’t ever be able to fight without having bloody hot make-up sex again.”

Harry didn’t know what to say. His heart rose hopefully, but he didn’t quite know whether to trust it. It had been an interesting choice of words, but Harry could tell by the way Malfoy said it that he didn’t mean ‘bloody make-up sex’ as in ‘lots of crimson liquid while fucking’; it was meant to be a purely British adjective. Malfoy—Draco?—was doing wonderful things to his ear, and it was showing in Harry’s cock, but he didn’t know quite what to feel, his practicality and self-preservation at war with the pleasure he was receiving. His cock twitched, though, at the next words that were spoken softly against the side of his head, the vibrations making him shiver.

“I would go back to Slytherin and wank off to thoughts of you facing off against me, green eyes blazing, messy hair, and that perfectly kissable mouth of yours frowning,” Draco breathed seductively. He could tell the words were having their intended effect. “Is that what you would do, Potter? I can just see it now; Gryffindor’s Golden Boy alone in his room, having one off and wishing I was there.” Harry was so confused, mixed up, angry, and turned on all at once that he didn’t think; he just acted. He swiveled around as much as possible, placing his hands on Draco’s shoulders and giving him a violent shove backwards. Draco didn’t go far, though, because Harry pounced on him like a panther, a sleek, tanned, black-haired, angry panther, straddling Draco’s waist, grabbing the blonde’s wrists and pinning them above his head, glaring down at his rival, who looked up at him with lidded eyes, panting.

It was only then that Harry became aware of just how stone-hard Draco’s erection was beneath him. Understanding didn’t just dawn on Harry; he got smacked full force in the face with it. He blinked in utter amazement; it hadn’t been an act! Well, the “Malfoy” part had been, but Draco hadn’t lied to him! Draco…Draco was…Harry was at a loss for words or thought. His lips twisted into an acknowledging smile, his Slytherin side praising Draco for being able to get to him so thoroughly while his Gryffindor side screamed ‘foul’ at being duped and being made to feel bad.

In his state of indecision, Harry began to rock his hips unconsciously, and it drove Draco wild. He hadn’t really known what to expect from the Gryffindor by way of reaction, but Merlin, this was a good one! Draco knew that, from previous masturbatory sessions, he could stand a little pain, and it even made his orgasm more pleasurable sometimes. This was one such time, and Draco was close. He couldn’t help writhing beneath Harry’s punishing hips, turning his head from one side to the other as a throaty moan escaped his lips, all pretenses of being ‘cool, confident Malfoy’ forgotten.

Draco’s moan brought Harry out of himself and back into reality. His smile widened as he realized that THIS—arguing as if the blonde had control of the situation and then being pinned down—was sending Draco towards the precipice. His eyes narrowed as he felt a surge of Slytherin guile hit him; he knew exactly how to get Draco back. The expression on his face at that moment would have made Salazar Slytherin proud as methods of delicious torture flew through Harry’s head. One whispered spell, and Draco’s hands were securely bound above his head by magical ropes. He paused.

“Um, Draco, what’s that lubrication spell you used earlier?” He hated to ‘break’ the mood to ask a technical question, but he had been rather out of it when Draco used it earlier. He was VERY glad for the lubricant; Harry knew that HE didn’t want to be fucked dry nor did he want to dry-fuck the blonde either. However, Draco looked as if he were having trouble concentrating.

“Lubrica,” he choked out. Harry’s hand was instantly covered in goo. “You just have to think about where you want to direct it.” Harry nodded, grinning in such a Slytherin manner that he almost laughed at Draco’s wide-eyed expression when Harry’s eyes narrowed.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Harry made sure Draco’s attention was firmly fixed on his hand as he proceeded to reach down between their legs, watching Draco’s bottom lip disappear between those white teeth in anticipation. He guessed that Draco was close; he would have to be very careful. His palm touched the head of Draco’s leaking cock first, and he heard the blonde hiss as Harry’s hand wrapped around it, sliding the lubrication over his painful hardness with a couple of smooth strokes. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body responded to Harry’s ministrations, and something like “Ngh!” unconsciously tore from his throat.

Harry let go as if Draco’s prick was on fire; he had no experience with this sort of thing, but he DID NOT want the smug little Slytherin to come too quickly. That would defeat the entire point of the torture. He grinned triumphantly as Draco whimpered, thrusting his hips upward, desperate to regain contact. He deliberately reached up and took a hold of Draco’s balls, tugging ever so slightly, and sliding his fingers around to the back to massage that sensitive spot between Draco’s scrotum and anus. Draco began screaming in pleasure, begging for release, and Harry was pretty damn sure that the blonde was past the point of coherent thought. He babbled incessantly, most of it broken words, promises of returned sexual favors, ANYTHING to get Harry’s tempting hand back onto his cock. He cried out with relief when he felt those fingers close around his throbbing dick, but they began to glide over him slowly, too slowly.

“Well, well, I guess we have the Slytherin Prince, all bound up and at my mercy,” Harry relished being in charge now.

“Mercy,” Draco echoed. “Touch me.”

“If you can’t take it, Malfoy, then you shouldn’t dish it,” Harry stated in a low voice. Draco growled in frustration, thrusting his cock up through Harry’s hand. He only got one good slide, though, because Harry let go again, causing Draco to mewl pitifully. “Ah, ah, ah! If YOU want to set the pace, then I’ll sit back and watch.”

“No! No, please! I’m sorry; I’ll be good,” Draco took Harry’s threat seriously. It was the first (and only) time that these words would be uttered in equality, out of love, to a man whose only goal was to please him (and possibly tease him to insanity) but ultimately to bring forth pleasure, not pain. (Little did he know he would be echoing his phrasing the following day out of fear and pain.)

“That’s what I thought,” Harry grinned, fingering Draco’s iron-hard member lovingly. “Do you want to come?” Draco nodded, practically crying from the want to come. “Do you acknowledge that I have won our last ‘fight’? That I beat you?” Even though his pleasure-filled fog, Draco couldn’t resist being cheeky.

“You’ll never beat me, Potter…but for the LOVE of Merlin, please, I’m begging you: BEAT ME!” Ever a Malfoy, Draco would not be forcefully submitted (he didn’t think) but he could be coaxed to offer it up freely if given the chance. Harry chuckled wickedly, taking pity on the blonde, realizing that he, too, suddenly had a desperate need to come. He was determined not to touch himself until after he made Draco finish first, though.

“Okay,” Harry’s obnoxious sing-song voice would have annoyed the fuck out of Draco if he had been more aware. “But only because you’re begging me…all tied up and helpless…” he suspected that Draco got off on being ‘dominated’ (playfully, of course). Another whispered spell, and his hand was reslicked with lube. He grabbed Draco’s cock, squeezing almost too tight, and proceeded to fist him roughly.

Draco cried out as his wish was granted, feeling a tingle that felt like it began at the tip of his toes and was slowly working its way through his naked body. His strong arm muscles strained against the ropes, loving the feeling of tugging, to no avail. He dug his heels into the mattress, and he was right there…right there…RIGHT THERE…dangling dangerously on the edge of the cliff of the most intense pain-and-pleasure combination he had ever known when HARRY LET GO!

Harry was breathless, watching Draco squirm, and he timed it carefully. Harry Potter was more than used to making things up as he went along, and this was no exception. He let go of Draco’s cock a second time for just a split second (even though it felt like an eternity to Draco), and even as the blonde’s body spasmed and arched, Harry’s hand was closing around Draco’s shaft again, pumping furiously at the red-turning-to-purple head. The scream that built in Draco’s throat was abruptly cut off as the pleasure returned, full-throttle and white-hot, and he barely heard Harry’s command of “Now, Draco” when his mind shattered with the force of his orgasm, making his eyes cross, and Draco thought that surely he was going to die.

Harry was ready for Draco’s finish, and he had one hand cupped over the head of that precious cock, ready to catch the fruits of his labor. He was not disappointed as Draco’s body seized up, cock pulsing, but the velocity at which the first string smacked his palm audibly was impressive. He watched, fascinated, as Draco came for at least ten seconds, his body jerking uncontrollably, and Harry would have been worried, had it been in any other context. Once he had a pretty good palmful, Harry clutched his own hard cock, using Draco’s sperm as lubricant, and knelt over Draco, wanking himself to completion over his spent lover. He aimed his own head at the spot just above Draco’s balls, on the underside of his shaft, and didn’t notice the twitching response in Draco’s body as Harry hit his target dead-on, accurate even in the throes of orgasm, head thrown back as he grunted with exhilaration. It took no time at all for Harry to come, and he came mere seconds after he let go of Draco’s cock. With Draco’s gorgeous body fresh in his mind, it was all Harry could do to remain upright after he coated Draco’s private area with white liquid.

It took him a couple of tries to actually remember the word, but Harry finally got the spell out to end the magical restraints on Draco’s arms. He had just enough presence of mind not to land on Draco hard as the blonde’s strong arms immediately and reflexively reached out to pull Harry down to Draco’s heaving chest, and they clung to each other fiercely, soul mates lost in the pleasures of knowing another intimately for the first time.

* * * * *

Harry opened his eyes sleepily, noticing first of all, that he was being held by someone. A quick upward glance confirmed that it was indeed Draco (to Harry’s clogged brain), and he smiled happily as the memories of how they had tired themselves out flooded back to him. He was being cradled in Draco’s arms, with Harry’s head resting comfortably in the hollow where Draco’s shoulder met his chest. He reared his head back slightly, just watching the blonde sleep. Draco looked heartbreakingly innocent and serene; an angel would be jealous. Harry had no idea how long they were asleep, but he was pretty sure it was past midnight by now. What a perfect way to ring in the New Year! He noticed that Draco was shivering slightly, even amidst the warmth given off by the snow, the candles, and Harry’s own body heat, and frowned.

He Accio-ed his wand and then all of their clothes, minus the underwear. He concentrated and Transfigured the two pairs of pants, Draco’s shirt, and what remained of his, into a blended blanket, making sure it was wide and long enough, and he pulled it over the two of them, laying his wand to the side. Draco sighed in his sleep and squeezed Harry tighter as the fabric brushed against his skin. Harry pulled it up to the boy’s neck on Draco’s right side, letting it cascade from Draco’s right shoulder, down his arm, and pulled it snugly up around his own neck, since Harry was busy keeping Draco’s left side toasty. As he tried to get everything situated, he noticed that his bum was just a little bit sore, and it made him grin. He thought about what made it sore, and that caused his prick to inflate, swelling against Draco’s hip. Harry groaned softly, not wanting to wake his sleeping dragon; he could wait until Draco’s body reenergized itself. He suddenly realized that he was just itching to be inside Draco—the way Draco had been inside him—but not while he was asleep. Harry sighed, letting one hand caress Draco’s silky stomach under the blanket as he closed his eyes contentedly. He could wait…

Before Harry opened his eyes, he felt a stroking sensation between his legs. He purred wordlessly, lifting his eyelids to discover that he was on his back, with Draco propped on his left elbow beside him, Draco’s right hand deftly working over Harry’s rampant prick. Draco timed his infamous eyebrow arch with a deliberate stroke from the base of Harry’s cock to the tip, smearing the pre-cum around the head.

“I’ve created a monster,” Draco drawled softly. “You’re ready to go again, you randy thing!” Harry was about to blush, but then he felt Draco’s own taut wand against him.

“Me? What about you?” Harry protested. Draco’s perfect lips drew up into a smile.

“I woke up to you rubbing on me in your sleep,” he informed the Boy Who Lived to Blush a Lot. Harry reached down between them and ran his fingers up and down Draco’s shaft. It wasn’t a great angle for gripping, so he settled for just touching. It worked because Draco’s eyes widened just a bit.

“Like you really minded,” Harry teased back. Draco’s head dropped back as he let out a laugh.

“Touché, Potter, touché.” Harry let go of Draco’s member and stilled Draco’s hand on his own. He flipped over so that he was on his side, facing Draco fully, the blanket still half-covering both of them from their thighs downward.

“I have a question for you,” he stated bluntly.

“Alright, Potter, I’ll bite.”

I’ll just bet you do.

The thought came to him before Harry could stop it, but he plowed on determinedly.

“Did you get hard last time because of our fighting or because I pinned you and then tied you down?” Harry was feeling brave again, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair out of Draco’s eyes as the blonde gaped at him, blushing darker than Harry had ever seen before. Harry tried not to smile; he had completely shaken up the unshakable Malfoy!

“Ever the Gryffindor,” Draco stalled, feeling totally off-balance. Merlin, but Harry could be SO direct! Draco didn’t have a cunning retort at the ready for a question like that. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because…I told you something personal about what turns ME on,” Harry admitted. “And then when you started acting like a jerk again, I was having second thoughts about whether this was real or not. And then…you were hard…You’ve always been so smug, so superior-acting, that it really surprised me when you got off on being tied up. So I want to know…was it because we were fighting—which I didn’t really enjoy, by the way, because I didn’t know where you were coming from—or was it because of me being ‘dominant’?”

Draco’s mouth went dry. He understood Harry’s logic about trading personal secrets about what aroused each of them, but when he heard that Harry had doubted…because of the way he acted…Draco realized he was wrong about Harry’s reasons earlier. He wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed to be shagging Draco; he was confused and insecure because he thought it didn’t mean as much to Draco! The blonde turned serious, sitting up and motioning for Harry to do the same. Harry sat completely up, cross-legged, drawing the blanket over his lap just a little. Draco, meanwhile, had both legs bent in front of him, his right knee on his left calf. The blanket was still over his right foot, but that was it. The blonde didn’t notice. Draco took Harry’s face in his hands, pulling their foreheads together, staring into Harry’s eyes. They were just a blurry green, since they were so close, but Draco didn’t care.

“Harry, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never meant to make you feel like that. Don’t ever doubt how I feel about you; I…I love you, Harry. From now on, if I act like ‘Malfoy’, that’s all it is. It’s just an act. If I do it in here…yeah, it’s because I get off on pushing your buttons. But ONLY if it’s playful and you’re having fun too. I can’t…I can’t promise that I won’t pull out the snarkiness when I’m angry, because I probably will, but from now on, us—Potter and Malfoy—it’s just a game. I love you, and that’s how I really feel about you.” Draco’s eyes were filled with tears by the end of his speech. He had never opened up to anyone before; he didn’t realize he COULD, but Harry needed to hear those things and Draco needed to say them. He finally couldn’t take the raw emotion that hung even after his words had faded away, and he closed his eyes. A couple of tears slipped out from under his lids and traced slowly down his cheek, where they were gently wiped away by a calloused thumb that ran up and down his pale jaw.

“Draco, look at me. Please?” Harry requested. Draco’s eyes opened. He had been hunched forward, back rounded, with their foreheads touching, but now Harry pulled back just enough so that Draco was in focus. “I love you, too. I…I trust that you mean what you say, and I want you to know that I’m feeling just as vulnerable as you are right now. I won’t hurt you…and I’m trusting you not to hurt me, either. Outside of here, it’s a game, but in here, I just want to be with you.” He agreed with Draco, ending the oration with a tender kiss. When they pulled back, Draco gave Harry a shy smile; they sat just looking into each other’s eyes fondly, until Draco blinked, having had enough ‘real’ emotion.


* * * * *

“Do you still want to know if you being dominant turns me on?” he whispered, a little bit of his old spark coming back into his eye. Harry was caught off-guard by the abrupt shift in focus, but he nodded. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed with the blanket half-pulled over his lap. Draco got to his knees, turned his back to Harry, and presented his round little bottom to the black-haired boy whose jaw was now scraping the mattress. He looked over his shoulder with a wicked smile and his trademark arched eyebrow. His face was lower than his bum, elbows resting comfortably as he spread his legs a little, giving Harry an eyeful of his scrotum and a hint of his arousal. “Why don’t you find out?”

Harry’s cock roared back to life, seeing Draco so provocatively displayed in front of him. Before he could stop himself, his hand reached out to grasp Draco’s cock from behind, giving it a couple of pulls as the fingers of his other hand explored Draco’s perfect, pale arse cheek. Draco shuddered involuntarily, dropping his forehead onto his arms before jerking his head back up. Harry cast the now-troublesome blanket aside, emulating what Draco had done to him earlier.

Harry whispered the incantation, directing the liquid to his left palm, and dipped his right index finger in it. He coated Draco’s crack with the lubricant (unsure of what parts NEEDED it and all, but Draco’s moans indicated that it felt good anyway, so Harry kept it up). He saved a big glob of it on his finger and reached around to Draco’s erection, spreading the rest over his shaft and reaching under him to wipe the rest off on his sac. Harry used his left hand to spread Draco’s ass cheek, revealing his puckered, never-been-penetrated entrance.

“Draco, use your right hand and spread yourself for me. I want you fully open,” he commanded, at ease with being ‘dominant’ as long as Draco was okay with being ‘submissive’. Draco used only his left elbow to keep his upper body propped off of the mattress. A heartbeat later, Harry was looking at the spread entrance, and he dabbed the goop right over the boy’s opening. He felt Draco shiver as he slid the pad of his finger around the rim of Draco’s pink hole, and then, very, very gently, inserted it, pushing some of the lube inside as well. He pushed his entire index finger into Draco’s anus, feeling the muscles tighten around this intrusion, and he waited for a sign from Draco before he wiggled his finger around, getting used to the sensation of the velvet softness as much as he was getting Draco used to being penetrated.

Draco exhaled, nodding into his arm when Harry paused, indicating that he was just fine. He had no idea what Harry was talking about earlier; “different”? Please! This was good, no great! He felt Harry’s finger move around, tracing a circle with his knuckle, putting outward pressure on his muscles from within. Then, Harry began twisting his finger around, and it wasn’t long before he (quite by accident) crooked it in a ‘come here’ motion, sending Draco into ecstatic spasms as he brushed the boy’s prostate.

“Oh fuck! Oh Merlin! Oh god, Harry, whatever you’re doing, YES! Right there!” Draco wasn’t even aware that he was speaking, much less saying anything that resembled understandable. Harry grinned, proud that his ‘making it up as he went along’ method was working out so well. He whispered another lubrication spell, this time concentrating on the space around his finger, and Draco gasped as he felt it coat INSIDE of him! Harry slid his middle finger in alongside his index in one push, pausing for a fraction of a second before he began thrusting them in and out of Draco in a ‘plunger’ fashion, making sure that his tips poked at the blonde’s sweet spot.

“H-H-Harry, st-stop!” The exclamation froze Harry’s fingers. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up, and I want to feel your huge cock splitting me open before that happens!” Harry relaxed, suddenly very relieved that nothing was wrong. “Spread your fingers apart and together, like I did with you.” Harry did as he was instructed, and then he remembered that HE was supposed to be in control, not Draco (even though he was very glad that the blonde brought him back to task). He let go of Draco’s left ass cheek, smiling as the taut flesh sprang back into place, bumping the side of his hand, and without warning, gave it a small cuff. Draco jumped a mile as he was struck unexpectedly, his head shooting up in surprise, and he squealed. Harry watched the pale flesh turn a pinkish color where his palm had made contact, and he spanked Draco again, this time landing it more squarely on his bottom, just slightly harder than his first had been (hard enough that Draco felt it, and it stung, but not hard enough to hurt in a bad way). A feral grin spread over his face as Draco cried out in pleasure at the second blow.

“I’m giving orders here, not you,” he growled, playing his part and loving it. “That is what happens to bad little boys. They get their perfect little ass cheeks reddened.” True to Harry’s words, a pink handprint was slowly becoming visible. “If that’s what you want, then keep disobeying me. But if you want my cock in you, you’d better be a good boy!” Draco nodded emphatically in agreement, too turned on to respond verbally, and his brain was torn with the choice Harry unwittingly gave him. Draco hadn’t realized how sensual spanking could be; he hadn’t realized how his body would respond to it, and so he chose the latter, thinking that he knew plenty of ways to make Harry spank him later.

Seeing Draco’s perfect flesh marked by his hand sent the ‘control’ to Harry’s head. He got to his knees, pulling Draco’s hand away from his bum, and Draco placed it back down on the mattress for support, feeling Harry’s shift and anticipating what that meant. Harry spelled his cock for lubrication, just in case, and got into position, his cock head at Draco’s glistening entrance. He swallowed and began pressing in slowly. He stopped as Draco’s hand shot up, reaching behind him for Harry’s hand. Bewildered, Harry grasped, and Draco twined his fingers through Harry’s, the back of his hand pressed into Harry’s palm. He pushed up so that he was balancing on his left hand and knees, pulling Harry so that the boy was flush against his back, turning his head so that his lips were near to Harry’s ear. He could feel the awkwardness as Harry tried to accommodate the position without thrusting any farther into Draco.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, his voice laced with lust and need. “Make it burn. All in, all at once, and don’t stop until you’re coming. This is what I want; now just do it!” He idly wondered if he would get spanked for it, but truthfully, he didn’t mind either way.

Harry, meanwhile, was too shocked and stimulated by Draco’s words to realize that he was being given orders again. He merely did as Draco wished, pulling his hand from Draco’s so that he could grasp the blonde’s hips, and Draco dropped back down to his elbows. Harry grunted as he thrusted forward, the lubrication making the tight passage slick and easy, and he nearly blacked out from the heated wetness that engulfed his rampant dick. He shivered, pulled out to just below the head of his cock, and slammed into Draco again. He did it again, and again, and soon he found his natural rhythm, grunting in pleasure every so often as he plundered Draco’s incredible backside.

Draco gasped when Harry thrust all the way in, feeling the magic wash over him, and then it happened over and over as Harry took up a pattern. The blonde had never felt pleasure such as this, and he moaned his approval, wiggling his backside in Harry’s hands. Suddenly his legs began shaking involuntarily as the boy’s assault on his backside bumped his prostate over and over. Draco’s head shot up, eyes wide, and his moan turned into a throaty scream as his hair was clutched, making his back arch, Harry’s fingers gripping his hip mercilessly. It was too much: the ramming of his sweet spot, Harry’s panting, and then the added stimulation to his scalp sent Draco into incredible bliss, and he shouted Harry’s name over and over, shooting his come onto the mattress below them. His butt muscles clenched, and Harry was suddenly oxygen-less, calling Draco’s name as he bucked his hips deep into the blonde twice more, filling that delicious hole with his come.

He released Draco’s hair, needing both hands to brace himself on the blonde’s lower back as he swayed dizzily. Draco’s upper body dropped, his cheek pressing into the mattress; and his lashes fluttered as the afterglow of orgasm swept over them both. Harry haltingly pulled out, not sure whether he was about to fall forward or backward. He leaned down, his fingers closing around the blanket, and he nearly toppled. Draco seized his opportunity, quickly rolling to the side, avoiding his little puddle, and grasped Harry’s hand. He gave a small tug as the boy lost his balance, breaking Harry’s fall, and tucking the exhausted Gryffindor under his right arm, Harry’s head on his shoulder. He peeled the blanket from Harry’s barely-conscious grip and spread it over the two of them modestly. Harry’s arm snaked over Draco’s chest, feeling like he wanted to say something, but his brain was officially mush. Draco felt Harry’s mouth open and close, and he chuckled quietly, in awe of the level of intimacy he felt for Harry after surrendering his virginity. The moment was perfect. He felt Harry’s ragged breathing even out as he slipped into blissful, post-orgasmic napping, and Draco dipped his head to brush his lips over Harry’s slightly sweaty forehead.

“You’re the incredible one now, love,” he murmured, not sure if Harry was still ‘with it’ enough to hear him. “Always have been; always will be. I love you, Harry Potter.” If Harry wasn’t awake, then his subconscious answered Draco’s affirmation, putting a smile on both of their faces as they rested, together.

“I love you too, Draco Malfoy.”

* * * * *

The warm rays of the New Year’s sun played over the sweet scene in the Astronomy Tower. Draco lay on his back, one arm curled around Harry, his blonde head tilted toward the black hair, as he slumbered. Harry’s arm crossed his chest possessively; the blanket pooled around their hips, just covering their nudity. Harry woke first, stretching and yawning, and his movements brought the blonde back to life, instinctively clutching his lover to him. Harry looked up at Draco, green eyes sparkling with happiness.

“Good morning, love,” Harry said cheerfully. Draco, who was not known to be a morning person, absolutely could not find the usual grumpiness in him that accompanied waking up, and he smiled down at the adorableness curled in his arms.

“Good morning. Happy New Year, Harry,” he responded, remembering what day it was. Harry blinked.

“Wow! That was the best New Year’s Eve party EVER! Care to repeat that next year?” Draco couldn’t stop smiling if he tried.

“It’s a date,” he replied, leaning his head down to seal the promise with a kiss. “Hey, what’s your New Year’s resolution?” Harry rested his head on Draco’s shoulder as he thought about it and then looked up at Draco mischieviously.

“My New Year’s resolution is to not fight with you as much in public, and…” he had to laugh at the utterly disappointed expression that crossed Draco’s face. His fingers reached up to trace the edges of those perfect lips that were currently pouting, continuing as Draco nipped at his fingertips tenderly. “AND to do more of this.” He craned his neck, replacing his fingers with his lips, pressed against Draco’s mouth.

“But I have so much fun fighting with you,” Draco whined playfully, breaking the kiss to stare at Harry with puppy-dog eyes. Harry laughed joyfully, pulling Draco in for another kiss.

“Fine, fine, but ONLY if it leads to this,” he acquiesced, marveling at how Draco’s face went from pleading to being lit up with a level of excitement that was appropriate for Christmas morning.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Draco teased back, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry. Harry smiled, heaving a sigh. “What’s wrong, lover?”

“I’m just thinking about how I don’t want this to end,” he admitted, frowning just a little. “I just want to lay here with you forever; now that I HAVE forever, that is.” Draco looked thoughtful.

“You could come back with me to Slytherin,” he offered hopefully. “No one else is here over the break. McGonagall only let me stay because of my ‘situation’.” Harry smiled wryly.

“Pardon me if I don’t seem overly enthusiastic about accompanying you to the ‘snake pit’,” he said, half in seriousness and half in jest. Draco took no offense. “No, I have to go back to Grimmauld. The Weasleys are probably expecting me to come by, and I need to get ready.” Draco frowned a real frown this time. “Stop that. They are great people, and if you want to be with me, you have to accept that they’re part of my life. I’m not saying you have to be best friends with them, but could you at least give them a chance before you get ‘that’ look on your face?” There was a long moment, and then Draco sighed, knowing when he was beaten.

“Yes, for you, anything,” he replied honestly. “I can’t promise that ol’ Ronny and I will be best mates, but if he can hold off on hexing me for five seconds, I promise you that I will be civil at least.” The look of adoration and appreciation on Harry’s face erased the bitter taste in Draco’s mouth that had nothing to do with morning breath and everything to do with promising, voluntarily, to be nice to the Weasel. He was rewarded with a kiss from his Gryffindor, who then eyed him seriously again.

“And that goes for Hermione too. No more snarky comments about her being Muggle-born,” he admonished. Draco heaved another sigh, this one sounding more long-suffering, and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Done. No more snarky comments for Granger. Can I still call her ‘Granger’, though?” Draco didn’t know why he hadn’t expected this before, but he suddenly realized what ‘being with Harry’ implied and entailed. It was unexpected, but if last night was any indication of the way their relationship would play out, Draco would have kissed Ron Weasley’s feet if Harry had required it of him.

“Yes, you adorable brat, you can still call her ‘Granger’, as long as you’re not mean about it,” Harry poked him in the side, cocking his head as a look of fear came over Draco’s face and he squirmed. “Are you ticklish, Draco?”

“Yes, I mean-No! Don’t you dare!” Draco’s eyes were wide, and he wiggled away from Harry’s inquisitive fingers as they brushed over his skin, feather-light. It was one thing when Harry touched his sides in the heat of passion, but now…now Draco was just damn sensitive. “No! No! Stop that! I hate you!” His tone was teasing, with a slight undertone of seriousness.

“Say that you love me, and I’ll stop!” Harry crowed. He would’ve stopped anyway, even if Draco had refused to say it.

“I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! Now knock it off!” Harry desisted, breathless from giggling at Draco’s mock-panic and FINALLY messed-up blonde hair. Draco gave him the ‘Malfoy Death Glare’, launching himself at Harry suddenly. Harry squawked in surprise, wondering what Draco was up to, and then his squawk turned into a bleat as he landed squarely on his back on the cold, damp puddle that was Draco’s come.

“Gah! Ewwwwww, that’s so gross! Not fair, Malfoy!” It was Harry’s turn to squirm as Draco pinned him from above, grey eyes shining with victory and vengeance.

“Potter, you never learn,” Draco managed to insert the oddest combinations of tones into his voice, Harry realized. This time, it was husky and triumphant at the same time. “Never mess with a Malfoy.” Harry wrinkled his nose, acknowledging Draco’s win this time, and the blonde let him up, laughing. Harry sat up, out of the puddle, and just listened to the sound. It was nice when it wasn’t laced with malice or snobbery, he decided. Draco stood, holding his hand out to pull Harry up as well. Nose to nose once more, Draco planted an enthusiastic kiss on Harry’s lips before turning to find his underwear.

“Um, Harry, where are our clothes?” Harry grinned, remembering, and reached for his wand. He Untransfigured the blanket, handed Draco’s clothes to him, and cast a Reparo on his shredded shirt. Draco watched in amusement, accepting his clothing and gracefully redressing himself. “Nicely done.” He praised Harry’s resourcefulness at creating them a blanket and his skill at undoing it. Harry flushed with pride, shrugging modestly.

“You were sort of shivering while you slept, so I figured we needed a blanket. I couldn’t let my angel get cold,” he said sweetly, an image of innocent, sleeping Draco making his lips curl into a smile. Draco glowed at the nickname, pulling Harry into his arms after they were both dressed.

“I’d like to see you again, later on today or tonight, once you’re finished with the Weasleys, if that’s okay,” he confessed, running his hands through Harry’s unruly black hair. Harry nodded. Draco liked how he could put an extra sparkle in Harry’s eye with a simple request.

“Should we meet up here again or should I come to Slytherin?”

“Let’s meet up here,” Draco suggested. “I’ll bring my broom just in case we want to go flying or something.” Harry nodded happily, snogging Draco one last time before he dissipated the room, Untransfiguring the StarDream 1001 back into the star charts, casting a quick drying charm for one of them. The snow and candles vanished, as well as the wards Harry had placed on the door. Draco walked him back out to the parapet, where Harry had left his Firebolt. They went into one last clinch, snogging like there was no tomorrow, until they finally tore themselves apart, clinging to one another’s hands in sudden fear and insecurity. This was it; their night of perfection had finally ended, and now it was back to reality. The boys were ready, though, to integrate their newfound closeness into that reality, but it would take time, especially for Harry’s friends to accept Draco. Harry sat on his Firebolt, feeling an unexpected twinge of apprehension and unwilling to let Draco out of his sight, even though he knew in his brain that he needed to go.

“Have a good day, lover,” he said softly. Draco smiled, releasing Harry’s hand and stepping back as Harry slowly rose on his broom.

“I’ll be thinking about you every moment until we’re together again,” Draco promised, wishing he could jump up and pull Harry off the broom, back into his arms. Harry blew him a kiss, and Draco waved as Harry flew back to the Black house. He gave a small sigh, looking at his surroundings, and hugged himself gleefully. He was standing in the exact spot where he stood last night when he sang his favorite song from his favorite Muggle musical. (It was the ONLY Muggle musical he’d ever seen, but Draco couldn’t imagine liking another as much.) In less than twenty-four hours, though, Draco had gone from being utterly sad and depressed to as happy and content as he could be; he thought that if he got any happier, either his little Slytherin heart would burst or the Sorting Hat would re-sort him into Hufflepuff.

Draco shuddered slightly, sobering at THAT thought. Oh fuck it; he couldn’t bring himself to REALLY care whether he was re-sorted into a different house at the moment because he was truly, madly, deeply (and completely) happy. With a smile on his face and a last look at ‘their’ spot, Draco Malfoy walked out of the Astronomy Tower back to Slytherin; back to certain doom.
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Chapter notes:

1. That really turns you on, doesn’t it? The mystery of the eyebrow solved! (Not that it was ever REALLY a mystery to us!)

2. The expression on his face at that moment would have made Salazar Slytherin proud as methods of delicious torture flew through Harry’s head. Hopefully everyone already knows this (but just in case) Salazar Slytherin was the...founder of the Slytherin House and the original Head of House. (Yay for HP Lexicon!)

3. Lubrica The lubrication spell. This is not a real spell (that I know of). I've seen it in other fan fiction stories, but I made the incantation up myself. Again, I did the research on Google to come up with the imperative (that's the "command" form for any non-Grammar-Nazi people out there) of the Latin verb lubricare. I'm sure you can guess what THAT means, but it is technically and grammatically correct. It is the command to "Lubricate" and that's why you just have to think about where/what you want to lubricate.

4. “You’ll never beat me, Potter…but for the LOVE of Merlin, please, I’m begging you: BEAT ME!” Everyone understood the double-entendre here, right? I'm going to assume so, but it might be too subtle for non-native English speakers. (Please don't take offense; I just want to make sure.) Draco asserts that Harry will never win against him in an argument or fight ("You'll never beat me, Potter") but then he begs Harry to touch him ("BEAT ME!") meaning "touch my cock/beat me off". Masturbatory reference...

5. He Transfigured the two pairs of pants, Draco’s shirt, and what remained of his, into a blended blanket, making sure it was wide and long enough. I'm going to pretend like Harry can create fabric if the two pairs of pants and two shirts wouldn't normally be enough material for a big blanket. He didn't want to get up to find more material (and I don't blame him) so that's why (perhaps slightly unrealistically) four articles of clothing can make a big blanket. And it's of "blended" fabric; Harry changed it into a "cotton blend" since he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and Draco was wearing nice trousers and a button-down shirt.

6. “I love you too, Draco Malfoy.” Okay, in all reality, Harry's subconscious would NOT be that clear in pronunciation. I couldn't bear to type it phonetically (like I have been doing with everything else) because I'm such a sap that I wanted the first time Harry said those words with Draco's full name to be clear. However, it would have sounded something like, "I luff 'oo, too, Drago Malf-oy." You know what I mean: that slurred, half-asleep speech. But I couldn't bring myself to type "Drago" when Harry was saying "I love you", so...there you have it.

7. “It’s a date,” I nearly cried when I wrote this (as well as any other references to their future plans together.) Just to clarify: this does not come to pass. Remember, Harry and Draco have both been feeling incredibly alone, isolated, confused, and lost. They just found comfort, love, and acceptance (for the first real time in their lives) in each other's arms, and they want it to last. Like all young couples, they make promises for the future, but not all promises get to be kept. Remember that, at this point in time, they don't know that Snape is waiting for Draco, or what is about to happen to Draco as soon as he gets back to Slytherin.

8. "McGonagall only let me stay because of my ‘situation’." Since this is the first school year without Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall--as the new Headmistress--arranged for any students who would have stayed at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays to either go home with another student (who WAS going home) or else go stay at Durmstrang (the only other wizarding school I know of) for the break. She was very over-wrought with being thrown into the Headmistress position over the summer (after Albus died) and while she did very well as the 'new leader' during the first semester, she decided not to push it by allowing students to stay at the school over the break.

Draco was the only exception because, as he explained to her briefly, the Dark Lord (who was still alive at the beginning of the Christmas break and didn't die until a few days before Christmas) was very angry with him (Draco) and wanted Draco dead. Voldemort couldn't touch Draco if he was at Hogwarts, and if he went back to the Manor, his parents would surely turn him in, and if he went anywhere else, Voldemort would find him and kill him. He was protected at Hogwarts (even at Durmstrang he wouldn't be AS protected since it wasn't his school) and so Minerva, feeling bad that she refused to help him right after Albus died, agreed to let him stay at Hogwarts alone. Besides, Draco was no longer inclined to mischief, mayhem, or Death Eater activities.

9. truly, madly, deeply Yes, this was a subtle "Savage Garden" reference! I love them, and I couldn't help it!

10. back to certain doom. Another instance where I killed myself writing their departure because I'm screaming "DON'T GO BACK, DRACO!!! DON'T LEAVE HIM, HARRY!!! NONONONONOOOO" as I'm typing this out. I know that their departure might seem prolonged (and take forever) and that's because it does. I couldn't bear the thought of Draco leaving, and so I kept adding "just one more thing" and "just one more thing" until it was really time for Harry to go and time for Draco to go *sob* back to Slytherin. Sorry.


Author's note--*whimper* Writing the ending killed me every time. Okay, happier note. Did you guys pick up on the subtle echo of "Harry making love to Draco"? Remember the hospital scene, when Draco stuck his bum out to Harry, and Harry fingered his crack and then pushed in? (Not to make you aroused again or anything...)

But I deliberately made that reminiscent of the "first time" (even though you guys found out in reverse order) so anyway, yeah! That's why Draco did what he did in the hospital! Because that's how he got shagged the first time (or the beginnings of it, anyway) It's hard to do doggy-style in a hospital bathroom with an IV in your hand (and your kid in the next room). So I had them start out like in the Astronomy Tower, but they do it differently every time! *hugs self*

And now I have a confession. I've really lost it this time, you guys. If you don't want to read about my newest mental problem (it's hysterical, I promise...you'll laugh your ass off and then shake your head at how completely bonkers I am) then skip down to the responses to reviews. Otherwise, here goes:

I created Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy on the Sims2. *drops head into hands* Yes, I really, truly did! Luckily I have a gaming computer AND a laptop, so I was able to pull up face and profile pics of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy on the internet as I created the new Sims characters. (Not bad at all, considering I'm SO not good at matching picture to picture. lol)

And I moved them into the houses next door to each other so that they would meet quickly (and moved everyone else in the neighborhood OUT so that no one would interfere! haha How obsessive is THAT?) And so Draco just gets moved in, when HARRY COMES BY!!!! I gave Draco the command to "Greet Harry Potter" and Draco was just taking FOREVER to walk outside, but by the time he got out there, HARRY HAD ALREADY WALKED AWAY!!!!!!

I was devastated. Seriously. I had grabbed my phone to call my friend *K* back in the US (yes, international-I'm-sober-but-you're-gonna-think-I'm-drunk dial!) and I was so excited and bouncing in my chair that I couldn't dial her number correctly until the 5th try! And by the time she picked up, Harry had walked away, and I couldn't put a coherent sentence together. (To top it off, she had never heard of the Sims 2 before, so she didn't know WHAT the fuck I was blubbering about...incoherently...except that I was upset because something didn't go right with "Harry and Draco") I did call her back today and explain what happened last night; she said she laughed it off and chalked it up to the fact that I'm just psycho.

So they FINALLY met, and after a few hours of playing (damn, I'm good or else they're just 'meant to be'!) THEY WERE KISSING AND MAKING OUT!!!!! AND DRACO INVITED HARRY TO STAY THE NIGHT, AND HE DID!!!!! One of Draco's "desires" was to do the WooHoo with Harry (the Sim version of sex) and I about died! They haven't *done* it yet, but I was so excited!!!!!!

Isn't that just PATHETIC??? LMAO I control Harry and Draco. (Still don't own 'em, for you disclaimer sharks!) But in the world of the Sims, on my gaming computer, I am God. (and it is GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD)

*sigh* Let the giggling begin! (Seriously, though, there's something wrong with me if I'm doing that, right?)

WeasleyWench--Email SENT! YAY Okay, YOU threw in the "dominant/submissive" roles that they played out in this chapter! I wasn't going to use those actual words (just have one of them lead and then switch) but YOU did this! The hotness that came from Harry being "dominant" is due to WeasleyWench, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you!

Ayla--Hiya! Thanks for reading and reviewing! The chapter confused you? Oh shit; that's a bad sign for me as a writer! I am trying hard not to confuse you, my readers! I sent you an email with a more detailed response, so hopefully that cleared everything up? But I know that if you have a question about it, chances are, so does someone else!

I hope you enjoyed Draco being fucked in this chapter, and if you (or anyone) has the reference to them "doing it" at Grimmauld Place, I'm all ears. I went back and checked, but I couldn't find a direct reference to their first time being at the Black house. I couldn't find a reference to the place where they did it (and I'm pretty sure I've been envisioning them at Hogwarts the whole time).

As far as the rape scene goes, it hasn't happened yet. *gulp* This chapter takes us up to that point. So now, when Draco left the Astronomy Tower, he's heading back down to Slytherin where (but right this second, he doesn't know this, but he finds out) Snape is waiting for him. Snape will then tie him up, Legilimize him, take him to the Manor, and THEN he and Lucius rape Draco with the cane. Does that make sense now?

Yes, you do have the right story! I'm so sorry you're confused (as well as anyone else out there who is!) I hope that this helps to clear it up, but if you're still confused, PLEASE PLEASE let me know so that I can make it right! I want you guys to keep coming back! Thanks again for letting me know! :)

KLS--Yay! Glad you liked the song! (I particularly LOVE "Think of Me" from PotO and I was going to use that song, but then I ran across "Learn to be Lonely" and it fit SOOOO much better!)

hahahahahahaha *sigh* The only way it could get better is if 1. Draco speaks French (well, for me anyway...even though he doesn't do that during sex at this point in time!) I do have a different story in the works where he DOES, so hopefully I'll get that one up and running shortly!

Lose the momentum? haha Well, even if you did lose the momentum from the last chapter, I think this one ebbs and flows quite nicely with its own momentum, but if you combine the two, then YEAH! WATCH OUT! haha Thank you so much for your kind words! Email SENT!


thrnbrooke--Thanks for your review! Uh-oh, more confusion. Crap. Okay, if I understand your question correctly, here's the answer: Lucius isn't killed until February when the Ministry/Aurors raid the Manor (you wouldn't BELIEVE the red tape involved with killing a Dark Lord!). That's when Narcissa was captured and taken to Azkaban (during Draco's seventh year) and she stays there until Snape and Blaise help her escape and send her to America to wreak havoc on Draco's three year old son. Lucius resisted the Aurors at the Manor, choosing to die fighting rather than be taken to Azkaban.

That being said, that means that he and Narcissa lived through the Final Battle when Voldie died (Dec 21) which means he's alive (and hiding out at the Manor) when Snape drags Draco back (Jan 1). If you find a specific reference that contradicts this, please let me know!

My original plan was that Lucius died in the Final Battle, but then we had a discussion about it, and he decided he'd rather die a couple months later. So if you find a specific reference to him dying at the Final Battle, please let me know! I tried to go through, though, to make sure that the change in plans DIDN'T go against anything I had previously said.

Again, thank you so much for letting me know where I'm not being clear! I hope this helps, but if you're still confused, please shout!


Harrys boxers--Thanks! *wink* Mmmmm, I know what you mean. Actually, I'd be perfectly fine with ANY of them singing to me! (Daniel Radcliffe, Tom Felton, Harry, Draco...whoever! haha) Email SENT! I hope you enjoy this LONG update!

EmeraldGrey--OMFG You crack me up! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for reviewing FOUR times! (I think that's a new record for me!) And so that's how many "TY"s in all caps that you get! hehe And YES Happy Easter! lol

*laughing* Well, I'm sure a lot of people out there already HAVE said pic saved in their picture folders (like I do), BUT if you don't...*arched eyebrow* That's what I'm here for! Oh, and I will send it to you just as soon as I click the "add chapter" button! :D

You make a valid point...who on here is going to say "No thanks, I don't really want to read about Harry and Draco's hot lovin"? My bad! *gasp* I just realized that if I continue to confuse the fuck out of everyone (which would cause them to hate me/stop reading the story) I can lure them back with some H/D lovin! MWA HAHAHAHAHA THAT's the master plan! (Not really) I'd rather you guys understand the story, love it for what it is, and STILL come back for the lovin'!

Thank you so much! *blushes* Well, I like reading hot descriptive sex scenes, so....*giggle* I just try to make it realistic and "write it like I see it". It sounds like it's at least half as hot for you guys as it looks in my head!


Night--Thanks! (The word you're looking for is "Occlumens" btw) lol I'm sure you can guess how Harry is going to react to Snape! (and it's not going to be "puppies and kittens and bows" either!) As far as Draco goes...that's a little tougher. What we know right now is that (when talking to Sam in SIX HOURS MISSING (Part 2)) Draco "flinched visibly" and called Snape a "right bastard". We shall see how Draco reacts to Snape. After watching the video, he was too upset to notice, but he DOES remember that Snape was (more or less) the mastermind behind kidnapping Parker, so...draw your own conclusions. *grins* It's coming!

You're asking if Draco can trust Snape again or vice versa? Can Snape trust Draco again? Well, considering that Snape considers Draco a traitor of the worst kind...I don't think Draco would even WANT to trust him!

You're right...that WOULD pose a problem....however, for this I have to say, RAFO! lol Let me know what you think of this scene, then, since Draco's "on bottom" but "submissive". And we all know that in a "dominant/submissive" roleplay, it's technically the submissive who is in charge (since they have the safeword, which stops everything), even if the dominant acts like he's in charge. And I like them to switch, so for you worst-case scenario, you like the sex about 50% of the time! ;)

Parker's still in his hospital bed, drugged up and recovering from his traumatic night. Poor baby. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about him, and he'll be appearing later. Thanks again for your long review! I love 'em!


HPDMkawii--Awwww, that's no good! *hugs* I'm sorry things aren't going well, and I hope that I can distract you from all that (at least for a little bit) with this story and the hot Draco/Harry lovin'! I'll have to check it out and review! Thanks for your review!


And lastly, thank you again to all of my continuing-to-return-and-put-up-with-my-long-winded-ass readers! If this is your first time around, welcome! I hope you come back and read some more! And (as always) I love your reviews, but don't feel like you HAVE to! :D