All I Ever Wanted

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


"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 20 'Brief Respite'

Draco had finished his school day and finally had time to attend to the most important thing of all...Harry. The smile on Harry's face when Draco came to take him out of the hospital ward was worth more than gold or diamonds. Draco collected the necessary potions, and the lists of ingredients and instructions from Madam Pomfrey, with a string of promises that were both faithful and convincing.

With one arm around Harry's waist, and the other clutching the satchel of medicines, Draco started them on their way back to their room. Harry got winded and dizzy on the stairs, but Draco acted as a human crutch and finally got his boyfriend home.

As soon as Harry was safely into bed, Draco unpacked the provisions Madam Pomfrey had sent with them and laid them out for later use. Then he kicked off his shoes and curled up next to Harry.

"That's more like it, those hospital bunks are just too small for my taste. Not friendly to the needs of lovers." Draco gave a little sniff of disdain.

Harry finally got enough wind back to talk. It was difficult for him, getting tired so easily. Also embarrassing, but Draco seemed so happy taking caring of him that he didn't really have the heart to complain.

He smiled broadly, "You said lovers, have I been upgraded from boyfriend? That's pretty generous...since I almost got you killed. I like it, though. It has the word love in it, and I love you, so I guess that works pretty well."

Draco was lapping it up like a starving kitten on a saucer of cream. "That wasn't your fault Harry, and you know it. It had to happen sometime, now it's over. By now everybody knows, so it just doesn't matter anymore. Fuck all, I'm glad they know. Dumbledore gave us this room, Slytherin is back in my firm control, and you're not gonna believe what Snape said to me about all this! This is heaven and I am sooo not complaining.

You can call it an upgrade, I call it acknowlegment. I love you, Harry. You almost killed yourself so I wouldn't wake up a mess, and by the way, if you EVER do ANYTHING that STUPID again I swear I will save ALL my best hexes just for you! I didn't plan on getting my ass kicked up one end and down the other. You almost did yourself in that night. Do you know what it would do to me if you died? Do you have any idea? It would finish me off, Harry. I need you to know that...please...you're not just fighting for you anymore, my life is hanging on yours...SO YOU CAN'T FUCKING DIE ON ME! Are we clear!"

Harry sobered quickly, hearing the raw and gutteral tone tearing out of Draco's throat. It spoke of a deep and serious need that demanded more from him than he had practice at giving.

He swallowed carefully and answered. "I'm sorry, I really am, Draco. I never thought about it that way. You didn't see yourself lying there. I couldn't take it, seeing you hurt. I promise you I'll be careful, but I won't promise what I can't give. If you're in danger I have to do whatever I can to help, and that might not be safe, but I think I can promise that I won't do anything without thinking. Is that enough?"

Draco slid closer to him and pulled him into a hug, burrowing that wonderfully soft cheek into his neck just the way Harry loved. "It will have to be enough I guess. I'm just happy to have you to myself again. Just for the nights, but it has to be enough."

Draco talked awhile, filling in details of the last couple days that Harry hadn't heard yet. The conversation with Snape left Harry in a coughing fit that lasted several minutes. Harry was forbidden from repeating any part of it, but Snape's reluctant blessing meant a lot.

Harry had been floored by the scope of Draco's planned transformation for Slytherin House, but he steered clear of critiquing any part of it. He didn't feel it was his place to offer ideas on Slytherin House's leadership, but he loved it all. Then it was his turn to floor Draco.

"You know the Sorting Hat? It almost put me into Slytherin, if it had been the kind of place you're talking about, back then, I might have said yes. Instead, I begged it to make me anything else. It read that I liked Hermione and Ron, and it set me with them in Gryffindor. I like to think that maybe, thanks to you, no one will ever have to beg for something like that again."

Draco reeled. "YOU!? A Slytherin? AHA! Suddenly, I feel like I'm not marrying beneath my station!" An evil smirk and glittering eyes told Harry that Draco was kidding. "Here I thought my attraction to you was just physical...and now it turns out it's founded in good taste after all!"

Harry laughed as heartily as he was able. "It's not so hard to believe! I can be cunning! I just like people and I have a habit of being true to my friends. I could see you being in Ravenclaw, easy. You're bloody brilliant! Besides, I think this whole inter-house rivalry stuff is nonsense anyway. I'd love you if you were any house, no kidding!"

Draco snuggled a little closer and wrapped his arm behind Harry's neck. "I'd love you in any house, too. Also any room, any bed, any closet or floor, and possibly some of the larger desks as well." He moved in for a kiss and Harry obliged him eagerly.

It was electric, that moment when their lips first touched again. They hadn't gotten in a decent snog in days, thanks to the efforts of Madam Pomfrey. Now they were in their own space, alone at last and revelling in the closeness that had been denied them for too long. They melted into each other until Harry was left gasping for breath, torn between his gnawing hunger and his body's near exhaustion.

Draco broke away from those perfect lips and began to devote his time and attention to Harry's neck and throat. He loved the soft gasps that Harry made when he bit or sucked hard on just the right spot.

A stray hand slipped it's way across the covers on a mission of exploration. It found Harry's slowly responding erection, and softly manipulated it through the sheets. Harry gripped the sheets with one hand and gently ran his fingers through the soft blonde hair of his lover with the other. That wicked little mouth was teasing its way down his chest, pausing only to deliver brief attention to the pert nipples that apparently required Draco's tongue's most skillful labors.

Harry groaned despite his best efforts to be still. He heard a brief chuckle and opened his eyes just in time to see Draco shift his position and move beneath the sheets, smiling like an alley cat.

That soft little tongue was swirling its way down his stomach, and then he felt Draco fumbling with the drawstring to his pajamas. A warm and gentle hand slid around his erection, freeing it from its prison of cloth, then just as gently slid up and down its length, momentarily distracting Harry from the busy tongue that softly searched every inch of his groin.

When those lips left him, Harry tensed in anticipation, waiting only a second before the warmth of Draco's mouth surrounded the head of his attention-starved penis. The lips that had, only minutes ago, slaked the hunger of his own, now offered up a rapture that defied description. Harry tensed and twitched, small cries of pleasure escaping between gasps. This was enough pleasure to make even a jaded and blasé lover, with years of experience, weep with the need for relief.

For Harry it was almost too much, and then a slender finger gently began to massage his own entrance, a place even he had never touched intimately before! That hypnotic mouth never stopped its labors, while a slick digit slowly soothed away tension and slipped inexorably further in.

The invasion was so slow, so subtle and gentle, that Harry never felt what could be called pain, but squirmed desperately between the alien feel of it and the hunger for more. Then that respectful and skillful finger curled! Its motions changed from those of entrance, to those of soft manipulation, questing after something Harry hadn't given thought to in his over excited state. Harry was utterly unprepared for what that finger ultimately found. His hips bucked and a thready moan escaped, his muscles tensed and made the intruding finger a sudden source of mind-boggling sensations.

Draco didn't offer even a second of surcease beneath the sheets; he was locked in position and wouldn't be distracted. His mouth worked furiously in tandem with his hand and finger. His boyfriend was already reduced to a shuddering and weeping ruin, but he was not done yet. With a final shift of his finger, he made Harry scream and lose control without warning, his cock twitching uncontrollably as it jetted into Draco's waiting, and this time well prepared, mouth.

The manipulations didn't stop until Harry had been thoroughly emptied of come and was almost sobbing with relief in the aftermath, the head of his softening member still clenched between tightly pursed lips. Draco lifted his head away with a deep gasp and a sigh of blissful satisfaction. He slid back up through the sheets and curled himself at Harry's side, licking his lips with an almost unholy glee.

Harry lay still, gasping for air like a fish stranded out of water. He was unable to form any coherent thoughts for several minutes, just numb and tingling from head to toe from the orgasm that had torn through him. When he finally had the power to move he righted his glasses, which had fallen askew, and calmly turned to his Cheshire-cat grinning lover.

"Sweet fucking Merlin, Draco! That...that was...it was un-fucking-believable!" Draco was still silent, looking exceedingly proud of himself. "I mean really, love, that was the most intense thing I've ever felt to date! That thing you did...with your finger, is that...is it at all like what you feel when I'm in you...while you come?" Draco waggled his eyebrows and nodded yes, then placed his chin on Harry's chest, like a mountaineer planting the flag of his nation upon a once unconquered mountaintop.

Harry sighed deeply in contentment, the echoes of pleasure still thrumming through his body. "Draco?" Those perfect grey eyes glanced up, inviting further comment. "Would you ever think of...well...I mean...oh bugger! Have you ever wanted to be a top? Maybe just for me...sometimes. I've never done anything without you, and I guess I still don't even know what I might like or not like. I just wanna try everything...I mean eventually. Okay?"

Draco had a moment of near total panic! What kind of horrifying Pandora's Box had he just opened? What if Harry was happier as a bottom? He didn't have any experience topping, what if Harry wanted that all the time? Why did he have to get so adventurous just because he went a few days without Harry?

He calmed himself slowly, trying not to look Harry in the eyes just yet. When he had a grip, he finally trusted himself to speak. "I've never really been the top 'type', Harry. I don't even know if I can. I'll try sometime if you like, but you'd be okay topping even if I couldn't, right?"

"Sure! I love you, and I love anything I do with you! Draco, you're like every fantasy I've ever had about killer sex...come to life in front of me! As soon as I've had a couple more days to get my energy back, I'm going to chase you around the castle every chance I get! But seriously, I want to explore everything with you, and only you, just to know what's what. No matter what happens, I can't imagine anything I wouldn't want to do with you."

Draco inwardly sighed with relief. He was just being silly, Harry would always be good to go. Draco knew he would always be able to inspire the lust to top in Harry, in fact, he was fairly sure that, on one of his good days, he could inspire the urge to top in relatively straight men and any number of inanimate objects as well.

Maybe this top business wasn't such an awful chore after all. When he thought about it carefully, he was attracted to everything Harry seemed to do or say already, so why not at least try? The worst that could come of it was, well, not coming of it! He certainly had the right inspiration...he loved making Harry come any way he could, so maybe when the time came (so to speak), he'd find it wasn't such an unpleasant task after all.

He kissed Harry soundly on the mouth, then rose to fetch his medicines and cast a few Cleaning Charms. Tomorrow would be a busy day. Harry needed a treatment before breakfast, then he had meetings with Blaise and Pansy, and Snape would have more papers to grade before Draco's first class started.

Good thing he was an early riser anyway. Harry took his potions without complaint, and sat quietly while Draco cast the Energizing Spells for the night. Draco kissed his sleepy boyfriend and settled in to finish his homework before he joined Harry in bed. When he whisked the last light off with his wand, he curled himself into the corner of Harry's chest and drifted quickly to sleep, as happy as he could remember being since he was just a child.

In slumber they were smiling innocence, and none of the worries of the world could touch them. Not even executions, wars or petty rivalries could strip the sense of safety and peace from them here.