Epitome of a Soldier - What it is to be Necessary

Hi everyone :)

Thank you to everyone who took the time to leave me a review. They were all appreciated very much. So appreciated that I must reply:

Polka dot
*snickers with you*

PantiesAreOverrated
Yeah, I didn't plan the posting of this well, did I? XD Oh well, the mid-year Christmas joy will keep you going until the actual Christmas season arrives :D

anonanon
I'm glad you liked it and you gave the warm Christmas fuzzies XD

thrnbrooke
Good to know :)

Snivelly
Oh man, random typing; always cracks me up XD
If you liked the smut in the last chapter, this one will positively melt your brain :D And I haven't forgotten about the villian either, I'm just taking the time for fluff and sex before the more serious stuff start s again.

Kuromei
Ah, but the Slytherins have not returned yet and there's still plenty of time for fluff and smex before then :D *hugs Kuromei-chan*

kati-chan
You called Draco a "munchkin"! *bursts out laughing*

Anna
I'm glad I succeeded to make my readers smile like loons with at least one person then :D

whitewaterlily
If it's the quiet before the storm then the storm is yet to arrive ^_^

I won't talk now because I want you all to get on with this chapter :D

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1st January 1998: Early Morning

Harry watched as Sirius happily poured out another portion of champagne into Remus' glass when the man wasn't looking and was instead laughing at something Hagrid had said to him. Every professor in the school, plus Harry and Draco (who were the only students staying for the holidays, no doubt because it was the first Christmas after the war's end), were gathered in the Great Hall, celebrating the coming of the new year. The actual moment had been and gone, the majority of the adults all counting down to midnight and then cheering when it was reached. There had been kissing of course. Draco had kissed Harry only for Harry to be abruptly yanked away by a slightly drunk Sirius who had crushed him in a bear hug. Things had calmed down since and the two students were allowed to keep to themselves more as tipsy adults created a ruckus. After all, ruckus was hardly Harry's style.

"You know what I think?" Draco murmured into Harry's ear as he wrapped his arms around the dark haired youth's waist from behind.

"No, what?"

"I think this is going to be the best year ever." The blond predicted, a clear grin in his voice, before he angled his head just enough to press a kiss to Harry's cheek.

Harry couldn't stop the soft smile which crossed his lips at that as he brought his own arms up to hold onto the ones which surrounded his waist. Ever since Christmas morning, the feelings stirred from Draco's embraces and kisses seemed to have changed for Harry. Each one made him want to smile brightly, they made his heart flutter but, perhaps most different from before, they made him crave more. When he was in the Malfoy's arms, he never wanted to be let go. When he felt the blond's kiss, he never wanted it to stop and he wanted it to go so much further. They hadn't done anything since that memorable morning and Harry believed that he was getting just the slightest bit impatient. However, despite his impatience, he was also more than a little anxious.

All that Harry knew about sex was the things which were common sense, everything else was a complete mystery to him. He knew he wanted it and he knew he only wanted it with Draco but the actual workings of it, he had less of an idea about. Worst still, he felt unable to talk to Draco about it in detail, not because he was embarrassed for anything, more because he was concerned that his naivety would become an issue for the blond. Draco knew Harry didn't know much but it was doubtful he knew quite how unaware the saviour actually was. Harry just didn't want to disappoint.

He felt rather under pressure to do it as well, not from Draco but from their situation. The students would return from the holidays on the seventh of that month. That meant that in a mere week, Crabbe and Goyle would return and Harry and Draco would no longer have the dorm room completely to themselves. Harry may not have had much of a sense of embarrassment but there was no way he wanted to have sex while there were other people in the room. In his mind, he had a week to find out as much as possible so that he and the Malfoy could "do the deed" so to speak.

And so Harry had a plan. It wasn't a great plan, even he had to admit that, but it was a plan and it was better than no plan at all and it would be put into affect just as soon as he could arrange for some time separate from Draco.

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4th January 1998: Midday

It took four days before Harry finally managed to get some time away from Draco. The blond had holiday homework he felt he could put off no longer and so while he did that, Harry had made his excuses and went in search of the two people he wanted to speak to. He had argued the merits of the plan back and forth in his head too many times to count and each time he came to the same conclusion; it was the easiest and probably the best option. That decision was what had led him to standing in front of a portrait of a person Harry neither recognised nor cared about, his hand raised after having just knocked on the frame a few times. There was a slight delay before the portrait swung inwards and the youth was greeted.

"Harry?" Remus greeted him, his tone full of surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I wish to speak to you and Sirius." Harry revealed in his usual monotone.

"Oh, erm, come in then." The Potions professor invited, stepping aside to allow the teenager in.

Harry did as invited and then allowed himself to be led further into the living quarters. Upon entering what was obviously the living room, he found the sight of Sirius laying sprawled out on a three seat sofa, apparently not doing anything else but being lazy. However, when the dark haired man saw his godson enter, he was sitting up in an instant.

"Harry!" He spoke just in the same tone as Remus had used.

"Harry says he wants to speak to us." Remus revealed as he moved over to the sofa, moving Sirius' legs off when he reached it and sitting down himself.

"I have come to ask your advice on something." Harry revealed as he lowered himself into a single arm-chair to the left of the sofa.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Sirius asked cheerfully.

"Intimate relations with another male."

Neither man said anything then for several moments as they both stared at Harry in a rather blank way. Then, eventually, it was Remus who spoke, or more accurately croaked. "You mean sex?"

"Yes."

"Why would you need to know a thing like that?" Sirius asked in a somewhat heated tone.

Harry gave his godfather a pointed look. "You are not oblivious Sirius, so do not act as though you are."

"But you're only seventeen!"

"Was it not you who told me I should be sowing my wild oats?"

"Well yes, I mean no, I mean..."

"I think," Remus quickly interrupted his lover's stammers. "What Sirius is trying to say is that starting a physical relationship with someone is a big step. It's good that you've come to us first though and I want you to know that there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed..."

"I am not." Harry assured easily, cutting his honorary godfather off. "I simply wish to ask about the technical side of the act. Considering your relationship and what you are to me, I decided you would both be the best people to ask."

"What we are to you?" Sirius echoed softly.

"Family." Was all he said as though that should've been obvious.

Both of the men seemed to get rather choked up at that, Remus swallowing thickly while Sirius began to blink his eyes rather rapidly. Harry said nothing, allowing the two time to compose themselves once more. It wasn't a particularly long wait, no more than a minute went by, and it was the godfather who started the conversation up again. "So, what is it you want to know?"

"Does it hurt?" The teenager asked softly.

"Pardon?" Sirius replied with a frown, not really catching onto what his godson meant.

"Sexual intercourse; does it hurt?"

Remus decided to answer that. "Not really..." He murmured and it was clear he was fighting to find the right way to explain it. "If everything's done correctly then there's very little to no pain."

"Done correctly?" Harry echoed, confused.

"Well, sexual intercourse between two men is different from a man sleeping with a girl. Do you know what happens with a girl?"

"Yes."

Remus gave a light cough of embarrassment then, obviously not looking forward to what he was about to go into. "Well, when it comes to intercourse between two men, one of them had to take the, uh, "female", or submissive, role while the other takes the "male", or dominant, role." He explained, using his fingers to form air-quotes in the appropriate places.

"I see." Harry murmured. "So the male in the submissive role is the one who accepts the penetration."

"That's right."

"How are the roles decided?"

"There's no set way," Sirius stepped into the conversation then. "For some it's a matter of nature, others it's a matter of taste, or it can just be how you feel at that moment. It's not uncommon for partners to switch positions."

"Do you switch?"

"Harry!" Remus gasped, a blush colouring his cheeks.

"We only usually switch when the full moon's coming, that's what Remus gets a little Alpha male on me."

"Sirius!"

"Oh c'mon Moony, we're all family here and Harry did ask." Sirius defended himself.

"If I may ask," Harry spoke quickly so as to cut short any developing argument. "Which role do you think is better?"

"They both have their pluses and negatives." His godfather told him. "Sometimes being the submissive one means you can just lay back and let your partner do all the work but it also leaves you at the other's mercy, though some get off on that. Being the dominant gives you a lot more control over things but requires a lot more effort."

"I see." The teenager murmured again. "One final question, if I may. How will Draco...What I mean to say is, how will he...I imagine it will be a tight fit..." He stammered, struggling to find a way to describe what he meant.

"He'll use lubricant," Sirius quickly interrupted, understanding what his godson was trying to get at and not wanting to prolong the agony anymore. "A sort of slippery gel. He'll stretch you first with his fingers so you'll be loose enough for him to push in. The lubricant will make everything more slick and easy so he'll slip in rather than drag which would be painful."

The words "I see" were on the tip of Harry's tongue again but he stopped himself from speaking for fear of sounding like a broken record. Instead, he simply sat there and took in all the information. He wondered idly if the slight discomfort he suddenly felt was a rather mild embarrassment or a degree of fear but he saw no point in lingering on that thought considering it was easy enough to ignore.

"If you wind up being the submissive one, it may very well sting a bit at first; even with a lot of preparation, the first time can be uncomfortable for a virgin. But if you can grit your teeth and ride through the pain then it can feel like nothing else you've ever experienced." Remus reassured the teenager although Harry showed no signs of needing reassurance.

"Just don't do anything until your absolutely certain about it Harry." Sirius said firmly.

"I will not."

"You promise?" The man asked carefully.

"I promise."

Sirius looked convinced of Harry's promise and more than a little relieved. Remus also looked rather relieved and curiously at ease. Harry supposed that, after all, his plan to ask Sirius and Remus' advice had not been such a bad one. It had certainly gone better than he had expected and it also had the bonus of making him feel oddly close to the two men who were the closest thing he had to family. Yes, all in all, it had turned out to be a good plan.

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6th January 1998: Night

"...I'm sorry, but what?"

"You heard what I said."

"Yes, I did, but I can't quite believe it." Draco said as he looked at Harry carefully, over where the other teenager was standing by their bed. "You want us to have sex, right now?"

"Yes." Harry confirmed, sounding not the least bit flustered or embarrassed about voicing his desires. In fact, he looked as calm and stoic as always.

Draco continued to stare at his best friend even as he stood and moved over to stand in front of him. "Why so suddenly? I haven't inadvertently been pressuring you have I? Because if you're only suggesting this because of something I've said or done then..."

"I have been thinking about it," Harry interrupted the blond there, averting his gaze down and to the side slightly. "For quite some time. I have wanted it for quite some time."

Although Harry's expression was still neutral and displayed no real emotion, a faint blush tinted his cheeks. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as Draco tilted his chin up and looked straight into his eyes. “What is it you want, Harry?” The blond practically purred, leaning in closer so his lips were just barely touching the shell of the dark haired youth's left ear.

Harry's vision was unfocused as he looked ahead of himself, down at the floor just over Draco's shoulder. “I want to be close to you," he whispered quietly. "I want you to show me how to love you."

Draco pressed his hips into Harry’s and smiled at the slight catch in breath that earned from the stoic youth. “Are you sure, Harry?" He checked, his voice also barely above a whisper, as he nuzzled the sensitive skin beneath Harry's left ear. "There's still no pressure, we don't have to go all the way yet, there's loads of other stuff we can do which'll feel just as good and still serve the purpose of showing each other how we feel."

The smaller teenager brought his hands up to hold onto his best friend's robes. "I am sure." He breathed, moving his head to look up at the blond. "I want more than what happened on Christmas Day, I want to love you Draco."

The Malfoy smiled at that proclamation and brought his hands up to hold Harry's as he leaned down until their lips pressed together in a simple kiss. The familiarity of it helped to calm the inexperienced youth who would be lying if he claimed he wasn't at all nervous. He was sure that the pounding of his heart wasn't just because of arousal. In fact, he was sure that most of it wasn't from arousal and was in fact from his nerves. But the kiss helped, until, that is, he felt a hand that wasn't his slip in between his and Draco's bodies and start to undo the clasp on his robe. Harry couldn't stop himself from tensing at that and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Sure you're all right with this?" Draco murmured one last time, pulling back from the kiss just enough to talk.

Harry managed to nod as he swallowed thickly and then just about got out a verbal answer. "It is just so new to me and I must admit...I am rather nervous."

"That's understandable." The blond reassured as he gently slipped the shorter male's robe off, allowing it to simply pool on the floor in a heap. "Don't worry though, I'll take good care of you." He promised with a slight smirk as he pulled Harry to him by his tie and brought their lips together once again.

As Harry surrendered himself to the kiss and Draco's busy hands, a small voice in the back of his head constantly reassured him that this was his best friend, his first friend, the one he trusted more than anyone else in the world. However, eventually, it was not those words and silent assurances he gave himself which made him calm down. Rather it was the warm hum of arousal that was slowly but surely spreading through his entire body. Their lips never parted and never stopped their movement, he felt the pressure on the back of his neck as his tie was loosened and then removed. Then, the kiss stopped again and Harry was left feeling slightly dazed and rather unsteady on his feet. He tightened his hold on Draco's robes and leaned against his sturdy form a little, just so he didn't abruptly fall over or something of the such.

“Merlin, I love seeing you like this,” Draco murmured, slipping the top button of Harry's shirt free. “Your cheeks flushed with want, want for me. I used to imagine it,” pale fingers paused their work on the buttons in order to caress the newly revealed skin of Harry's chest. "Before, during the summer, when we were apart. I used to picture what your face would look like," fingers began to work on the buttons again. "What you would sound like. Those fantasies seemed so good at the time but now, now I see that they pale in comparison to reality." He ran his hands softly up the now bare chest of the dark haired youth, causing another slight catch in Harry's breathing before the shirt was pushed from his shoulders until it joined the robe on the floor. "My Harry," he whispered affectionately, his fingers skating down the pale, smooth chest, down to brush lightly over the stomach. “So beautiful.”

Harry allowed Draco to take his hand then and lead him closer to the bed which had basically been theirs since the beginning of November. Without anymore words, the blond guided him to sit on the edge of the bed as he got down onto his knees and began to remove one shoe and then the other. He ran his hands up Harry’s ankles, under the hem of his trousers, to catch the tops of his socks and pull them off. When he let his fingers ghost over the arches of Harry’s feet, Draco expected, or at least hoped, it to coax a reaction from Harry. Alas, no such thing happened though and the young man remained as unresponding as ever.

"Not ticklish hmm?" He mused as he began to remove his own shoes before climbing up onto the bed, forcing Harry to lay down on his back in the process. "That's a shame, it would've been a fun way to torment you a little bit."

“You will just have to find another way to torment me then." Harry murmured as he reached up and lightly traced one of the buttons on Draco's shirt with the pad of his index finger. "Why are you still dressed?" He asked quietly, even as he slipped a finger beneath the knot of the Slytherin tie. He pulled it very gently to loosen it before pulling it over the blond's head and then simply dropping it to the floor.

"Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise," the Malfoy hummed as his best friend's fingers began to work on the shirt's buttons. "There was me thinking I was going to have to do all the work this first time."

Harry didn't reply to that at first, he simply concentrated on freeing all the buttons. Then, once they were all undone, he finally spoke again. "As long as you are unconcerned by my inexperience then I will gladly reciprocate your affections."

Draco positively beamed at that and shrugged off his shirt, leaving him naked from the waist upwards. "That's good to know. There might come a time when we'll see just how far you're willing to go to reciprocate my affections but, for now," he paused then as he trailed his hands down to the waist of Harry's trousers. "I plan on releasing six months of pent up arousal on you." With that said, a devilish smirk crossed his lips as he leaned down and captured Harry's mouth once again.

For Harry, it seemed as though time skipped because no sooner had Draco stopped talking and started to kiss him then Draco was suddenly naked, he, himself, was suddenly naked and his body was tingling with sensation. A light gasp found its way out of his mouth as firm hands began to explore his body, scratching at nipples, dragging down his sides, all sending thrills of pleasure running through him. When the Malfoy leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly a few times before nipping it gently with his teeth, a very slight, breathy moan escaped Harry as he arched his back into the sensation. That treatment only lasted for a few seconds though before Draco had moved off, rolling onto his side next to the slighter teenager. He leaned in and pressed a slow, teasing kiss to Harry's lips before pulling back once again. Only slightly however as he stayed close enough to nuzzle the pale neck.

“Turn over,” Draco ordered in a whisper.

Green eyes flickered into focus and glanced at the blond for a moment before the direction was followed and Harry shifted himself so he was laying flat on his stomach. He felt a warm hand caressing his back just as he heard, rather than saw, a few pats being placed on the pillow his head was resting on. Without even having to be told, he lifted his head. Moments later, the pillow was pulled away, leaving only the flatter pillow underneath for Harry to rest his head on.

“Good boy.” The Malfoy praised huskily. "Now lift your hips."

Once again, Harry did as asked without complaint and when his hips were up high enough, the pillow was pushed underneath him. The hand producing a light pressure on his lower back told him that it was all right for him to relax again. It took a few minutes of squirming to get comfortable and another few minutes for the pillow to warm up so it didn't hold such a chill, but Harry did eventually stop moving and when he did, Draco almost instantly had his hands back on the boy.

Warm, firm hands massaged the backs of Harry‘s thighs as the legs were spread and the sound of Draco shifting came, no doubt moving so he was positioned within the V Harry's limbs created. Those hands continued to rub and knead as the blond leaned over his lover, dropping kisses onto the pale back as he stretched his body out as his hands slid their way up the shoulder blades. Green eyes fluttered shut as Harry allowed himself to simply feel Draco stretched over him, pressing against his body, hands smoothing over his arms and clasping his own hands. Shots of pleasure danced inside the dark haired youth as something firm and moist licked a certain spot on the side of his neck just before teeth nipped at it sharply which only added more pleasure. The spot of the nip was soothed with another lick. Then, lips sealed around the spot and Harry was useless to do anything but gasp almost silently and squirm as the patch of skin was licked and sucked and bit until it had turned an angry red. Only with that mark made did Draco leave it with a final butterfly kiss. The blond didn't move too far though and he brought his lips into contact with the shell of Harry's ear.

"How are you doing?" He whispered gently.

Harry tried to work his mouth to answer but it seemed to be stuck open in a permanent gasp.

Draco noticed such and chuckle lightly. "Ready to move onto more?" The blond asked before he traced the lobe of Harry's ear with his tongue.

A shudder and a chill ran through Harry's body at that and the most he could get out was a breathy whimper. It seemed to be enough to reassure Draco that a continuation would be welcome however as he left the ear then in favour of moving back lower down Harry's body. That tongue, which was now becoming very familiar, licked firmly down Harry’s spine as the hands holding his released and trailed down his arms, down his sides, to his hips. An open mouthed kiss was pressed onto the small of his back before the warmth of presence of Draco left completely. Harry opened his eyes to see what was going on and he saw that Draco was still on the bed but was now leaning over to the side, one hand supporting his weight on the bedside cabinet to their right while the other hand rooted around inside an open drawer.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked and he was secretly rather surprised by the sound of his own voice; it sounded so breathless and husky.

"We need something for lubrication." Draco explained as he continued to search blindly. "I wasn't expecting this so I don't have any actual lubricant but I have hand cream which'll work just as well."

"You use hand cream?"

A slightly indignant look crossed the Malfoy's face as he detected the tiniest hint of amusement in Harry's words. "You should be glad I do otherwise we'd be stopping things right about now."

"We would have to ask Sirius for assistance."

"Pardon?"

"He would no doubt have something we could use considering his relationship with Remus."

"That would be completely mortifying." Draco muttered as he pushed himself up straight, a glass tub filled with a thick, white substance clasped in his right hand.

"Then I would ask for it."

"Well it's a moot point considering I've got it." The blond reasoned as he took off the lid. "Now," his tone changed with that word and became a lot more serious. "I can't promise that this isn't going to hurt but I can promise that I'll be as careful as I can. If anything hurts too badly, I want you to tell me right away, understand?"

"Yes." Harry murmured.

"It'll just be one finger at first," Draco explained gently as he slicked the middle finger of his left hand with the cream. "Just one shouldn't hurt so it'll be an easy start."

Harry said nothing in reply to that and simply took the time to try and calm his suddenly racing heart. This was it, the actual beginning, what he had wanted. He was anxious, yes, but he was also rather excited and eager to experience what was to come and be so intimately connected to the one he knew he loved. A hand pried his nether-cheeks apart then before Harry felt a finger covered in hand cream track expertly down his cleft to his entrance. The slick feeling was, admittedly, very pleasant and he felt only pleasure as the finger began to stroke little circles around his hole, his flesh quivering of its own accord in response. It was after a minute of so that the finger finally pushed and slipped in through the ring of muscle. Harry couldn't stop the sharp gasp of surprise that cause just as he couldn't stop himself from clenching around the digit.

“It’s all right, love, just relax." Draco cooed softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the small of the saviour's back.

Harry took in a deep breath through his nose and tried to do as the Malfoy had instructed. Slowly, he managed to succeed in the task of loosening and then staying loose as the first few times he had tried to relax, he had inadvertently clenched back up again for some reason. It was rather disconcerting to have his body act seemingly of its own accord and no doubt if Harry had been with anyone other than Draco, he would've insisted on stopping and trying again another day. With Draco he knew things would be fine though and so he allowed it to continue. When it became clear that he really was relaxed once again, the finger slipped in deeper and began to swirl it around a little. Harry's reaction to that was to wiggle a bit as he thought on what an odd and yet strangely pleasant sensation it was.

Kisses started to once again be pressed against Harry's back. They were varied in pressure and longevity and were peppered all over: on the small of his back; on his sides; on his thighs; on the round cheeks of his bottom. Practically everywhere Draco's lips could reach was kissed at least once and then most of the attention was paid to the crease between Harry's thigh and posterior on his right leg. The skin there was teased with kisses, flicks of the tongue and little nips from teeth. All the while, the finger inside continued to push in and out.

Harry tingled from top to bottom and he found that he couldn't hold still. The need to move was curious and too strong to simply ignore; it had to be indulged. Although Harry's movements could hardly be called intense of energetic, they were definitely there and it thrilled Draco to see the usually stoic young man slowly coming apart. The entrance was loosening as well so the blond withdrew the one finger, slicked it and another up before replacing them at Harry's hole.

“More now Harry.” He said in barely a whisper.

Green eyes closed as the blunt, pushing sensation returned. Although expected, the muscles still tensed up and so a few seconds had to pass before Draco continued and pushed both fingers in with ease.

Harry was tight, as to be expected, but he was responding wonderfully. Draco continued his mouthing of all the flesh his lips could reach as he began a gentle scissoring of his fingers inside his lover, stretching the sphincter muscles while the pads stroked the walls of the passage. When Harry's rear suddenly bumped against his face, Draco was initially surprised and a little worried he had caused some pain. However, upon looking at Harry's expression, the blond couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. He was seeing the most defined expression he had ever seen Harry show and it was one of pure pleasure. It wasn't extreme, it wasn't over the top, but it was clear. Harry had his eyes screwed shut tightly and was lightly biting his bottom lip. It was possibly the most erotic thing Draco had ever seen and he gave a light groan as he gave a particularly sharp thrust of his fingers. In response, another gasp came from Harry as his hips pushed up to meet the thrust.

"Merlin..." He breathed.

Merely from the fact that Harry had spoken did Draco assume he had inadvertently brushed over Harry's prostate. After all, the saviour was hardly one for unnecessary words and although the word had hardly been heard, when coming from Harry it meant a lot.

After that, things developed at a more rapid pace. Harry's breathing grew heavier and his hips began to move with the rhythm Draco had created. So, the blond quickly withdrew his two fingers to slick and return three. By the time he loosened Harry as much as he thought he could with his fingers, Draco was more than ready himself and Harry seemed to be lost to a satisfactory degree.

"Turn onto your side." Draco instructed slightly urgently as he scooped out a very generous amount of cream (something he would no doubt later regret as the cosmetic was somewhat expensive), and began to slick up his erection, stroking and circling the length until it was covered as much as possible.

Somehow Harry's fogged mind made sense of the order and he rolled over so he was laying on his left side, leaving the pillow beneath him behind in the process. Not a moment after he was settled and he felt a hand grip the thigh of his right leg and apply pressure. Following the pressure, he lifted his leg, the hand staying to support it, and the next thing he felt was a much larger blunt pressure against his hole. It was obvious in his mind what it was and a small amount of anxiety returned. Before any of that could be voiced however, Draco started to push into him. A shuddered, panted gasp rushed out of Harry as an intense sting shot through his pelvic area and made his entire body stiffen. It was too much. Screwing shut his eyes, Harry fisted the material of the flat pillow and he would've tried to move away if not for the fact that Draco’s hands were firm on his waist, holding him still.

“Listen Harry,” Draco’s voice was rough, tight with the effort it was taking to restrain himself from moving into the tight, hot heat which surrounded him. His hands moved up to Harry’s stomach, rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “This will get better, I promise. You need to push out against me, okay? Try and ignore the pain, pay attention to my hands instead. Just give it a minute and the pain will die away.”

Small soothing circles were rubbed against Harry's abdomen as he forced himself to try and relax and did as Draco had instructed. He pushed back and heard a soft moan from Draco as the blond met him, pushing forward and sinking deeper into Harry. There was still so much pain but Harry grit his teeth and bared it, trying to focus on the touches on his stomach rather than the sensation of Draco sinking into him, filling him slowly. Finally, after what seemed like a very painful eternity, Harry was completely full and Draco's hips were pressed flush against his rear. The dark haired youth's breath came out in short, heavy gasps as he came down from the adrenalin rush pain always seemed to send him in to.

"All right?" Draco's voice grunted just beside his ear.

"Yes." Harry breathed.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not to the extent it did initially."

"Can I move?"

Harry didn't reply to that question for several moments but it was just as Draco was about to ask again that he spoke one word very quietly: "Yes."

Not even a second passed before Draco began to move his hips slowly and carefully, obviously still aware of how tender Harry might feel despite the fact he was finding it hard to control himself. He needn't have worried however because although there was a painful half-sting/half-burning sensation upon each thrust in for Harry, there was a far more significant pleasure on the drag out. It wasn't long before the saviour lost himself to the pleasure completely, the pain still there but not to such an extent and actually adding to the pleasure, mixing with it to make it all feel even more wonderful.

The movement inside him, the movement behind him, the steady rhythm of in and out and in and out, the occasional brushing of that place that sent an electric spark through him; it was incredible. Harry had known that he was more sensitive to pain than the average person as a result of going sixteen years without feeling anything at all. He was now finding that the same was obviously true of pleasure because although Draco was obviously enjoying himself, panting and moaning behind him, Harry, himself, was sure the blond wasn't feeling even half of what he was. It was such an intense feeling, his body moved of its own accord to get more sensation, he could barely breathe, he couldn't think. It would've been frightening if it hadn't been so glorious, because that's what it was. Glorious.

“You...You are inside me." Harry breathed in awe as though he had only just realised that fact. His breathing caught in his throat as that pleasure point deep inside was nudged once again. "We are as physically close as we can ever possibly be..."

If Draco was planning to reply to those words, it was lost as his hips suddenly snapped violently and his fingers dug hard into Harry’s hips as he came with a long, almost primitive, cry. Harry felt the warmth of his lover's release flood him and made the last of the blond's movements all the slicker and easier.

Once his thrusting hips had succeeded in earning him as much pleasure as he could milk, the Malfoy slumped on the bed limply, panting harshly in Harry's ear. He still managed to somehow find the energy, however, to reach his left hand around his lover's body to grip his erection while he brought his right hand to where they had been joined and abruptly thrust three fingers inside the entrance which was leaking with his own seed.

The loudest sound since he had suffered the affects of the Sectumsempra spell left Harry then, his hips snapping forward and his erection pulsing as his orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly. That one loud-ish cry was followed by heavy gasps as his hips continued to pump of their own volition and every bit of energy seemed to be leaving his body with the ropes of fluid which shot forward and stained the duvet.

Some time later, it was hard for him to tell exactly how long later, Harry became aware of the fact he had been rolled onto his back and a warm body was pressed to his right side. He slowly blinked open his eyes, finding that his vision was quite fuzzy, and saw Draco gazing down at him with a small smile playing across his lips. Harry said no words, he could think of none to say, and instead he turned over so he could fully cuddle up to the one who was still his best friend but was also now his lover.

Draco seemed a little surprised with the movement, it was rare for Harry to initiate anything after all, but the surprise faded relatively quickly. The smile returned to the blond's lips as he dipped his head down to press a kiss to Harry's forehead. Snuggling down, he blindly reached for his wand and, upon finding it, he flicked it around carelessly and mumbled half-hearted spells which cleaned stains, cleaned them and set his jar of hand cream down on the bedside table. Then, with one last flick and mumble, the duvet from Harry's old bed flew over to them. Draco adjusted the duvet over himself and Harry when it reached them before settling down, pressing one last kiss to his bed-partner's forehead before closing his eyes to rest.