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. 21 "Rise And Fall'


Draco woke well before dawn proper. Harry was slumbering blissfully next to him, and hadn't budged the entire night. Draco peeled himself away and crawled toward the shower with his wand in hand.

A few Silence Charms and Harry could keep sleeping. Draco yawned ferociously, then looked at himself in the mirror. Not really his best; he probably just hadn't had enough sleep lately. So much for beauty sleep.

He slipped into the shower and lathered up with some of his own favorite body scrub. The shower's steam was full of the intoxicating scent of flowers and various foreign fruits...and that always made Draco feel happy about waking up. Then he applied a masque to his face that would peel away after a few minutes attending to the cleanliness of his other parts.

He was thorough in his work, and left every part of himself tingling and faintly sore after some ten minutes had passed. It was good to have his things here; he'd cleared out his old room while Harry'd been in the hospital, and tonight Ron and Hermione were bringing the last of Harry's things by to be unpacked. Mostly, he was just thrilled to have his products at hand. Life without gel was...well, not as bad as life without Harry...but it was fairly brutal.

A swift Drying Charm and a little time with his colognes and gel and he was more than presentable...and he still had more than an hour before he had to meet Pansy and Blaise.

He sauntered back into the suite and looked at his peacefully slumbering lover. The sheets were just low enough that he had the full view of Harry's chest, and its slow rise and fall hypnotized him. The fine, handsome angles of his face were still easy to see, and without his glasses he looked like some lean Greek god in repose.

Of course the Greeks would have had too much modesty to sculpt a body like that and still show off the huge bulge just hidden by the covers on their bed. Harry's morning erection could stop traffic...and it stopped Draco cold.

He really shouldn't...Harry was still resting and recovering. Still, Draco hadn't had any heavy action in days, and all that 'top talk' last night had put him in the mood to claim his territory as the unquestioned king of bottoms all the more firmly. He had to wake him up soon for his treatments anyway, right?

Draco chewed his bottom lip in frustration, then dropped his towel and grabbed the lube from the counter. Quickly prepping himself, he saved a palmful of the slick stuff and slipped the sheets back. There lay Draco's pride and joy, sprouting forth from a modest patch of soft dark fur.

With a steady hand, he oiled the swollen tool in front of him, vaguely ashamed of his insistent lust making him need so much from a lover who was exhausted from healing him.

Harry had said he loved waking up with Draco...morning sex was practically already on the menu! With that last comforting rationalization, Draco gently climbed over Harry's legs and placed himself just in front of Harry's erection.

He was slow and careful not to jar Harry or accidently maim himself, but he had to bite his own cheek to keep from moaning as he slid onto the head of that phenomenal thing beneath him. As subtle as an anenome, Draco slowly engulfed and devoured his prey.

Gods...how he had needed this. It had been days since they consummated their love, and on two of them they'd each been incapacitated. Draco shuddered with glee as he thought of what life would be like when all was well and they were free and healthy and able to make love whenever they felt like.

Draco felt a blush creep up his cheeks when he finally reached the base and was at rest on Harry's hips. It had almost been easy. He quietly soaked up the exquisite feeling of fullness he'd achieved; Harry filled him utterly and completely.

Draco gathered himself, watching for any sign of wakefulness from Harry. He started the tiny, sliding motions that would bring him satisfaction. Oh...he'd get Harry off, too...but first, this time, it was about pleasing himself.

The soft gyrations barely registered for Harry, but for Draco it was pure ecstacy, feeling the heat and thickness moving inside of him, pressing urgently and deeply in him as he manipulated himself above his slumbering lover.

It didn't take long before he was in the right state, almost entranced, fully erect and aching for swifter release. With a sure and certain hand he grabbed his own cock, quietly stifling a whimper as he brought himself the last of the way to orgasm, tilting himself back to ensure every drop was caught on his own body.

Flushed and sated, he rested a second on Harry's hips, not exactly proud of himself, but feeling a bit more relaxed for his efforts.

That was when two strong hands flew up and grabbed his waist, then flung him back onto the mattress, as Harry sat up in a single swift motion, Draco still impaled on Harry's stiff dick.

Draco had barely smothered a scream of fright and his heart was racing. "Merlin! You big faker! You were awake the whole time!" He gasped for breath.

"You may have silenced the shower, love, but the scent of your scrubs and shampoos walked right through my dreams. I told you I could have been a Slytherin! Besides...ravishing a man on his sickbed...shame on you, you randy little bitch! There's a price to pay for that kind of disregard for my health, and we've still got time for you to pay it." Harry was bleary-eyed, but grinning hugely, when he shoved into Draco...HARD!

"Aaaah...fuck...yes! I'll p-pay...m-make me pay." That sudden thrust left Draco twitching and afire from head to toe.

Harry positioned himself and went to work, noticeably harder than he had a few days before. It didn't take long before he tipped his head back and, with beads of sweat dripping off of him, he went over the top, unleashing a small flood into Draco's body. He kept to a few last, jolting thrusts before sliding from Draco and collapsing onto the bed, panting for breath.

Draco looked wild-eyed and shocky, like he'd just been mauled by savage beasts and couldn't believe he'd just lived through it. A quick, hard fuck was nothing new, but quick and hard with Harry meant something utterly new.

Draco's whole body crackled with tiny paroxysms of pleasure. His nerves were screaming mixed messages of pain and pleasure and adrenalized excitement. He flopped forward next to Harry and managed to blurt a quick and sincere, if slightly slurred, thank you.

When he finally had the wherewithal to form more coherent sentences, he quipped, "If you call that punishment, I need to become a career criminal! Good Gods, Harry...I didn't think you had it in you."

"Actually love, I had it in you, but I'll forgive the lapse of memory...I'm pretty tired, too." Harry chuckled at his own joke while Draco slapped him on the leg in faux irritation. "Seriously, Draco, I feel like my heart's gonna burst. That took everything I had. The rest of my day is now well and rightly booked up with recuperating."

"Sorry...I really am, Harry. I...I just missed you so much...I couldn't stand it, and now you're right here and I'm still not supposed to touch you. More than I could take, it was. You'll feel better after I get you your potion and cast the Energizing Spells. Just a sec, lover."

Draco fetched the potion from the desk and tapped his foot in mock impatience while Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust, then downed the awful draught in one shot.

"Bleeeh! Bloody awful stuff. Reminds me of Ron's socks after Quidditch practice! Wicked gross." Harry flopped back onto the pillows, still working his tongue about, trying to drive away the lingering aftertaste of the potion.

Draco rattled off the set of spells Madam Pomfrey had taught him, then started to dress. Harry felt the slow creep of magical energy through him and sighed in relief.

"You were right! That does feel better. I think they're starting to make a difference."

Draco smiled. "Don't get too crazy with it, the initial rush wears off in an hour or so. Then it's back to bed rest. I have to hurry, I'm supposed to meet Pansy and Blaise in another twenty minutes or so. The rebuilding of Slytherin is underway. YOU...be good and rest, Ron and Hermione are popping in for a late supper tonight after classes let out, and I don't want them to know that I shamelessly wore you out for my own pleasure or I'll never hear the end of it from Granger."

He leaned in for a kiss, narrowly dodging Harry's attempt to muss his near perfect hair. He'd already earned himself a slight limp from this morning's rough shag, no need to compound that with below par hair.

Those gentle green eyes looked at him soulfully when he finally parted from the kiss. He could see in that gaze how much Harry loved him; there was warmth, and affection, and a boundless hunger that Draco knew was sated only by him.

That knowledge, every time he was reminded of it, left him giddy and gleeful. He didn't even resent it anymore, he reveled in it. He planted one last kiss on Harry's forehead. "I'll see you when the day is done, I love you."

"I love you, too. Give 'em hell, love. Heaven's here when you get back." Harry sighed contentedly and slid back under the covers, enjoying the scent of Draco that still infused the pillows and sheets.

It made the room truly theirs; the fact that even when one was gone, that faint hint of their essence was still there for the other. It was intoxicating to Harry, that such a simple thing could give him so much pleasure. Even after Draco had been gone, his half waking mind still drifted over thoughts of the soft luxury of Draco's body next to him.

Draco sauntered down the stairs to the dungeons, still feeling a bit tender inside and out. It was a good feeling, and he felt just a bit smug as he reached the Slytherin common room.

Few and far between were those who could claim a boyfriend even half as perfect as his! Noble to fault, handsome, athletic, magically powerful and hung like horse...and with the stamina to back it up!

The only fly in the ointment of Draco's day was the nagging need to talk to Harry about visiting Azkaban with him to see Lucius. He hadn't wanted to spoil Harry's 'homecoming' with such a touchy subject, but it would have to be mentioned soon.

Blaise and Pansy were comfortably ensconced in one of Slytherin's extra comfy couches. They waved hello and started sorting through their notes as soon as Draco drew near. Draco piled in next to them, happy to get off his feet and start the day's work by lounging for a little longer.

Pansy gave him a look that spoke of careful assessment of his condition, then grinned toothily and stuck out her tongue. "Sluuuut!" She rolled the word off her tongue lovingly, fixing Draco with a look of exasperated jealousy.

"Ah-ah Pans, thats EX-Slut. I'm a 'one boy' boy from now on. You, on the other hand, my dear, will never be able to call yourself an EX-bitch!" Draco taunted, smiling from ear to ear, then his eyes widened in panic!

He stood quickly and threw an apology to his friends. "Um, back in a sec, nature calling, no problem...none at all. Just one minute!" He fled the room and headed for the loo in hurry. He'd been so giddy he hadn't purged himself of Harry's enormous deposit and had just toddled off without thinking of it! How utterly embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Pansy elbowed Blaise, giggling furiously. "Ten to one says that's Harry he's relieving himself of right this second!"

"I'm not taking any such bet, this is Draco we're speaking of. Captive bed-ridden boyfriend, or well-ridden boyfriend, I should say, I'm only surprised Pomfrey didn't need a pry bar and a team of mules to drag them apart in the hospital. Still, I'm happy for them. I always thought Draco needed something like this, he's the better for it, so bully for them."

Blaise had always kept his thoughts to himself, it was a bit strange to let them go so easily now, but he really was trying to get into the spirit of Draco's new ideas for the House.

Pansy sighed, "I'm a jealous bitch and I know it. I feel like a much loved evil sister just got married. No more catting around together, no more weekend madness. My Dray is all domesticated now."

"I wouldn't call him domesticated to his face, Pans, he'd been shagging Potter a week when he brought this house down to its knees in ten minutes...alone! He's still our boy, just happier. I think I can live with that."

Pansy looked at him funny, like she was seeing him for the first time. Her scrutiny was a little unnerving, and Blaise had an inkling why.

"Blaise-fucking-Zabini, don't tell me you're a closet romantic? Always the lone stud on the prowl...mister desirable hunk of bachelor...all a big smoke screen! You sly devil! That's sweet, really. I'm not sure I even want to tattle about it, some things even I like keeping to myself."

Just then Draco returned, faintly blushing, while Blaise smiled and shrugged nonchalantly to Pansy. Then they got down to business.

Blaise already had lists of fourth-years and first-years, and a few others that could act as spares if the numbers didn't match up right, a few fifth-years with spare time and third-years with above average maturity.

Pansy had lists of themes for parties, and plans for not too competitive events that could be held, as well as a few ideas for charitable activities of which even most Slytherins would approve. She'd located rooms that would be large enough to hold full gatherings and had already tallied up needed supplies.

They fleshed out duties for mentors and tentatively set the dates for a first party near the end of the month. The mentoring would start in just another week or so, after Blaise had had time to walk through all the fourth-years and explain their duties, but the tutoring program was Draco's baby, and that would take some research and recruitment. Maybe some small rewards would be in order for participants.

They got a fair amount done, then Draco excused himself and headed for Snape's. He snagged a sweet roll off a tray and made his way out of the common room and down the hall, noisily smacking his lips over his treat, then licking his fingertips clean in a way that would have made a cat proud.

Draco watched the grades on the homework in front of him closely, mentally noting Slytherin students who did well and those who did poorly, filing away the best performers for possible tutor recruitment.

Snape was all business today, and fairly pleasant (for Snape) once his paperwork had been caught up. Draco still had time to snag a decent breakfast when he was done.

The day blurred into classes, swiftly completed sheets of homework, and some curious faces and whispered comments behind his back. None too hostile, just a lot of chatter from students that still couldn't believe the sudden revelation that the infamous Draco Malfoy had bound himself over to Harry Potter.

Draco glowed while he heard it, the naked tones of jealously from girls and boys alike were like sweet wine to him. They wanted it, he had it, they'd never be able to take it away and he knew it. That really took the sting out of being gossiped about.

The grind of classes slowed and halted, and Draco made a final stop to check in with Crabbe and Goyle, letting them in on some of the new details, and listening to what they knew of Slytherin's current mood.

At least for the moment, half seemed to accept anything Draco did as okay, perhaps a quarter were disgruntled and sensed disaster at hand, and the rest were just waiting to see if it worked or fell apart, willing to go either way.

Nothing he hadn't seen before, and nothing he couldn't work through. His mind at ease, Draco walked and climbed his way back to his room; it was almost time for Harry's potion and spells. With a little luck he'd be chipper through dinner with Weasley and Granger, then they could talk about Draco's father.

Not a good way to end a night, but it was already overdue. If Harry was well enough by Saturday, Draco really needed the moral support to make it through seeing Lucius.

It had gnawed at his mind like a canker, and ever since Dumbledore had told him about what was to come, it had dogged his heels. The sooner it was faced the sooner he could just deal with it instead of worrying.

Who knew? Maybe Lucius would be a little more lucid in the face of what was coming. In the meantime there was one thing he could take solace in, and that was Harry.

He stepped cheerily through the door of their room, smiling...and blanched when he found Harry face down on the floor next to the bed, limp as a rag doll.