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When We Are Old
Chapter Number/Total: 21/?.
Chapter Title: When We Are Old
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 2722 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
Warnings: Language, lemon, slash, anal.
Summary: After Theo leaves - talking, making love and more talking about their plans for the future.
Harry was up in their bedroom, standing in front of the mirror as he slowly undid his tie. He had gotten the note from Beckett about Draco being with Theo, but what he didn't know was how long they'd been there. He just wanted to make sure that they were on good terms now. He pulled the tie off and dropped it on the bed, starting on his shirt.
Draco had used the guest bath to shower and was wearing the silk wrap pants again. He stood silently in the door of their room; admiring the man he shared his home and his life with.
Harry slipped the shirt off with a sigh, turning around to set it down. "Oh, hey," he said, smiling a bit when he saw Draco.
Draco smiled, his grey eyes soft as he padded barefoot into the room. "Hey," he echoed his partner
"How did things go with Theo?" he asked, unbuttoning his pants and slipping out of them before sitting down.
It was difficult to think clearly when Harry was stripping, Draco thought. After spending the afternoon with Theo, he should be exhausted, but Harry always had this affect on him. "Good," he said softly, standing beside Harry and reaching out to run fingers through his hair.
Harry glanced up at him, still smiling. "You two are okay?" he asked, not quite sure how to say it.
Draco leaned down and kissed Harry gently on the lips and looked him in the eyes. "Yes, we ... reconnected," he said.
Harry's cheeks coloured slightly at what he implied. "Well, that's great, Draco. How long were you with him?"
Draco sat down beside him, turning toward him and resting a hand on his arm. "You okay, Harry?" he asked, his eyebrows dipping as he frowned.
Harry turned, too, looking at him. "I'm fine, Draco...why?"
Draco pulled back and looked at him for a minute. Harry was never good at hiding emotions. "I've upset you," he said simply.
"What? No, no... I'm not mad, Draco," he said, biting his lip.
"But..." Draco encouraged, nearly holding his breath.
"But...I..I guess I feel left out," he mumbled, glancing down. "But that's just me being selfish. I know you and Theo needed to fix things first."
Draco's hand slid up Harry's naked arm, trailing nails gently as he did. His other hand reached to cup Harry's chin, as he leaned forward and gave him a slow, but thorough kiss.
Harry's heart fluttered, like it always did when Draco kissed him like this. He was glad they were sitting because he was sure his legs wouldn't have been able to hold him up much longer.
Tongue sliding against Harry's, breath mingled, Draco's heart beating faster, he slid his hand on Harry's arm around him and pulled him close. His hand on Harry's face moved back along his jaw and into his hair, fingers spreading out to entwine themselves in his thick locks.
Harry moaned softly, trailing his fingers over Draco's cheek, as he pressed closer. It was moments like this that he loved with Draco.
Draco leaned back, bringing Harry back with him onto the bed. He kissed and sucked at the other man's lips, sighing at the taste and touch of him. "I love you," he breathed into Harry's mouth.
"I love you, too," he whispered softly, running his fingers through Draco's soft hair. "I'm sorry..."
"Shhh, no apologies love," Draco soothed. "I was so relieved to hear from him that I didn't think." He kissed Harry's face, rubbing his own face against him.
Harry smiled at Draco's actions, sighing softly. "It's okay...I don't want you to have to worry about me."
Draco chuckled. "I have been worrying about you for a very long time," he sighed. "Probably wouldn't know what to do if I didn't." He continued to punctuate his words with kisses.
"Well...with Theo, at least," he added, still smiling.
Draco flushed pink, smirking. "When I think of you and Theo, worrying isn't the first thing that comes to mind," he said in low voice.
"You mean...us together?" he asked, looking at him. He wouldn't say it now, but the image made him go red, too.
Draco licked his lips, nodding. "Can you imagine it?" he said in a very husky voice.
"I can.." he replied quietly, watching Draco closely. "I still...like him, you know."
Draco trembled a bit, still holding Harry’s naked body against him, the silk pants hiding nothing of what he thought of the idea.
"But.,. he probably doesn't want to do anything more with me again, right?" he asked softly.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?" He smiled, looking into Harry's eyes. "He still wants you," he said. "He just has issues with this entire more-than-one idea."
"He does?" He smiled a bit, looking off to the side for a moment. "But, would you mind if...if we ended up doing anything…?"
"Well, now that would be selfish wouldn't it?" Draco smirked. "But to be honest, I would rather be there when you do."
"I'd want that, too," Harry replied, reaching over and playing with a bit of Draco's hair. "But I'll wait for Theo to actually...get used to the idea."
Draco breathed a sigh and then reached for Harry's other hand, laying it on the tented silk of his pants.
"I was wondering how long you'd last," he murmured, wrapping his hand gently around him through the pants.
Draco's breath hitched and his eyes closed. "Last?" he asked, having lost track of the conversation suddenly.
"Last before you'd need my touch," he continued, voice going low. He gently squeezed, fingers teasing him.
"Always...need... your...(gasp)... touch," Draco managed, trembling and laying back on the bed.
"Do you now..." Harry said, untying the sash and sliding the pants down. He moved down on the bed. He hovered over Draco for a moment before he leaned down and kissed his lower stomach, right above his cock.
"Oh, yes," Draco said, "so much..." He trembled and spread himself open for Harry, inviting him to do what he wished with him.
Harry's fingers curled around Draco's hips as looked up at him, taking in Draco's desperation. "What do you want?"
"You, always want you," Draco moaned. His hand had come up to his chest and was running his fingers down the scar on his chest. "Please, Harry," he begged.
Harry reached up and ran his finger down alongside Draco's. "Of course, Draco..." He leaned down again sucked the head of his cock into his mouth without another word.
"Ah, yes," Draco gasped, his head thrown back and panting. He reached his other hand up to entangle in Harry's thick hair.
Harry started to suck gently, just as he let his nail graze over his scar.
Draco trembled as he gasped and tried to hold still. "Harry, please," he cried out, "more."
Pitying Draco, Harry moved down and sucked hard, continuing to rub his finger over the scar as he sucked.
"Harry," Draco gasped, "do you ... want... inside… me?"
Harry pulled back, breathing hard. He nodded, getting up and picking up the small tube of lube they always kept on the side table. Opening it and squeezing a good amount on his fingers, he settled himself in between Draco's legs again, gently running them over his entrance.
"Yessss," Draco gasped, pulling his legs up to open himself as much as he could for Harry.
Harry grinned at Draco's reaction, gently slipping one finger inside of him. "Oh, Draco," he whispered.
"Harry, always, my love," Draco sighed, the feel of Harry's touch always making him feel whole again.
Harry moved his finger in and out a few times before he crooked it, rubbing it against where he knew that spot was.
Draco lifted his hips, sighing. "I'm... ready," he whispered.
"Are you sure?" he asked, slipping in another finger and gently stretching him more. He didn't want to hurt him.
"Yesss, very sure," he answered. "I want you inside me. Always inside me."
"I love you," he murmured, slipping his fingers out and reaching for the lube again. Spreading more of it over himself, he moved closer, positioning himself then gently beginning to push in.
Draco opened his eyes, looking up at Harry. "Yes, Harry," Draco said, feeling open and vulnerable and ... safe.
Harry groaned, thrusting in the rest of the way. He looked down at Draco, taking in his flushed face and swollen lips. "I love you," he whispered again, leaning down and kissing him softly.
Draco moaned as Harry thrust into him, the feeling of him inside being what he needed. He kissed and licked at his lover's lips, his hands coming up to touch him everywhere he could reach.
Harry slowly began to move, panting into Draco's mouth. "Fuck, Draco.." It had been a while since he did this with Draco, so he didn't want to start off too fast.
"Yes, please, Harry," Draco begged, amazed at how every time with Harry made him feel this way. He ran his hands over Harry's skin. "You feel so perfect inside me," he sighed.
Draco's words made Harry smile, stilling for a moment just to watch his face. "You make me so happy..." he said, beginning to thrust harder and faster than before.
"Gods, yes," Draco encouraged when Harry started thrusting harder. He wrapped his legs around Harry's hips and his arms around his neck, meeting his thrusts.
Leaning back, his managed to trail his fingers down over Draco's scar.
Draco moaned, arching into his touch, the old wound tingling at his lover's touch. "Marked ... as ... yours," Draco gasped, body trembling and convulsing around Harry's cock inside him.
Harry moaned loudly, his thrusts faltering. But he reached between them, wrapping his hand around Draco. "God, Draco...you're so hard..."
Draco's moan was incoherent as Harry touched him. He was so close it was almost painful. He tossed his head and tried to urge Harry to keep moving.
Harry quickened his thrusts as he stroked Draco, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge. "Come with me..."
"Yes!" Draco hissed; his body shuddering and his cock sending warm liquid over Harry's hand and his own chest.
Harry was only able to thrust one more time before he came, too, groaning out Draco's name.
Draco clung to Harry, arms and legs holding him tight as he trembled and spasmed in the after effects of their orgasms.
Harry kissed every part of Draco that he could reach, slowly coming down from his high. "Love you," he sighed.
Draco chuckled, the kisses tickling a bit and the feelings in his body making him feel high. "Good, because I need you to keep doing that to me for another couple hundred years or so," he sighed.
Harry laughed, pulling back and kissing Draco on his nose. "That's just a bit disturbing to think of, Draco..."
"What is?" Draco asked, perfectly happy in lying under Harry.
"Us doing that when we're hundred years old," he murmured, slipping out and laying down next to him.
"I can't imagine being near you and not wanting you," Draco said quietly. "You think older Wizards don't have sex?"
"Well, I assume they do...but... hm… I guess I'm imagining us looking like... Dumbledore," he replied, shrugging. "But he was really old…"
"Dumbledore was much older than that," Draco snorted, "and you don't have to grow a beard like that."
"What? Why not? You could help me brush it and all.,." Harry laughed softly, reaching to pull the covers over them.
"If you wish," Draco laughed. "You might look good with a well groomed beard." The blond pulled Harry close again, snuggling under the covers.
"We'll just have to wait and see," he answered, smiling at him. "I can't imagine you with a beard though…"
"Don't think it would grow thick enough," Draco said, his fingers touching his chin.
Harry touched it, too, nodding. "Maybe just growing out your hair."
"Long hair?" he smiled, "More to play with, I suppose."
"Exactly. It would keep me entertained for hours," he said, grinning.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "I thought I do that pretty well already," he teased.
Harry blushed a bit. "Oh, you do, very well. But for other times..."
"How long?" Draco asked, curious now.
Harry shrugged. "As long as you want..."
Draco nodded. "Since it is for you, it really is about what you want." He shifted, his face serious for a moment, looking into Harry's face. "Have you thought about that? The future I mean?"
"Not really...though, when I was younger... I always thought I'd have a family in the future," he replied.
"Me too," Draco smiled sadly. "It would be sad to be last one of such a long line."
"Yeah..." He was silent for a long moment, thinking. "You've got Pansy...if she'd...let you."
"If she'd let me what, Harry?" Draco smiled.
"You know...you do know what I'm saying, right?"
Draco looked serious, taking a deep breath. "Have sex with? Have a child with? Marry? No, what are we talking about here?" he asked.
"Have a child with," he said, blushing a bit.
"Which theoretically would include the first one as well," Draco smirked. "You know I haven't had sex with her before, or any woman for that matter."
"Me too, but...that is the only way to have a child. And I figure you'd want to have it with someone you know really well," he commented.
"Do you wonder what it would feel like, with a woman?" Draco asked.
"I used to, when I was with Ginny. But we didn't get that far...so...it kind of went away." He shrugged again.
"Went away?" Draco asked curiously.
"Yeah. I haven't been with any other women and the only one I see almost everyday is my best friend."
"Would you want to ... experiment ... at some point?" Draco asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I guess...but with whom?" Harry asked, looking at him.
Draco nodded. "I don't even know what you fancy in women. Your taste in men seems... varied." He smirked.
Harry blushed, smiling. "I don't have a taste...if I fancy you... I fancy you."
"Well, certainly, hair colour isn't a factor for you," he teased. "I, other hand, seem to show a preference for brunets."
"…You do. Theo and I both have dark hair," Harry stated, laughing.
Draco nodded again, leaning in to kiss him briefly. "All this brings up a bigger issue we haven't talked about," he said quietly.
"What bigger issue?" he asked.
Draco closed his eyes and licked his lips nervously, "I love you, Harry. I have always loved you."
"And I love you, too," he replied, watching him.
"Us, I mean, is it...?" Draco found himself suddenly to nervous to continue.
"What do you mean, Draco?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Never mind," he said quietly, closing his eyes.
"No, tell me. Us...what do you mean?" he asked again, getting nervous, too.
Draco felt torn. What had he done? He shouldn't have brought this up. What if he scared Harry away? He tried to breathe deep and settle himself.
"Please talk to me," Harry whispered.
Draco opened is eyes and looked into Harry's. "I wasn't just making a joke. About the what I want from my future... about being with you."
"I wasn't either," he replied softly, looking back into his eyes.
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. "I can't imagine going back to...life without you in my home, in my bed and most especially, in my arms," he said.
Harry smiled a bit, nodding. "You shouldn't have been nervous about saying this, Draco...I feel the same way..."
Draco smiled and leaned in and kissed Harry. "So, does that mean you would want to be a parent?" he asked.
Harry pulled back with a small gasp. "...Yes. But...how?"
"I don't know that part, yet," Draco smiled. "I just know that we both want a family and we want each other. We will have to figure out the rest."
"We will..." He grinned. "I never thought I'd actually get what I wanted..."
Draco grinned back. "Oh, neither did I. But now I have you. And I want to us to be happy, to have the things we never thought we could have."
"Thanks, Draco," he whispered, kissing him softly.
Chapter Title: When We Are Old
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 2722 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
Warnings: Language, lemon, slash, anal.
Summary: After Theo leaves - talking, making love and more talking about their plans for the future.
Harry was up in their bedroom, standing in front of the mirror as he slowly undid his tie. He had gotten the note from Beckett about Draco being with Theo, but what he didn't know was how long they'd been there. He just wanted to make sure that they were on good terms now. He pulled the tie off and dropped it on the bed, starting on his shirt.
Draco had used the guest bath to shower and was wearing the silk wrap pants again. He stood silently in the door of their room; admiring the man he shared his home and his life with.
Harry slipped the shirt off with a sigh, turning around to set it down. "Oh, hey," he said, smiling a bit when he saw Draco.
Draco smiled, his grey eyes soft as he padded barefoot into the room. "Hey," he echoed his partner
"How did things go with Theo?" he asked, unbuttoning his pants and slipping out of them before sitting down.
It was difficult to think clearly when Harry was stripping, Draco thought. After spending the afternoon with Theo, he should be exhausted, but Harry always had this affect on him. "Good," he said softly, standing beside Harry and reaching out to run fingers through his hair.
Harry glanced up at him, still smiling. "You two are okay?" he asked, not quite sure how to say it.
Draco leaned down and kissed Harry gently on the lips and looked him in the eyes. "Yes, we ... reconnected," he said.
Harry's cheeks coloured slightly at what he implied. "Well, that's great, Draco. How long were you with him?"
Draco sat down beside him, turning toward him and resting a hand on his arm. "You okay, Harry?" he asked, his eyebrows dipping as he frowned.
Harry turned, too, looking at him. "I'm fine, Draco...why?"
Draco pulled back and looked at him for a minute. Harry was never good at hiding emotions. "I've upset you," he said simply.
"What? No, no... I'm not mad, Draco," he said, biting his lip.
"But..." Draco encouraged, nearly holding his breath.
"But...I..I guess I feel left out," he mumbled, glancing down. "But that's just me being selfish. I know you and Theo needed to fix things first."
Draco's hand slid up Harry's naked arm, trailing nails gently as he did. His other hand reached to cup Harry's chin, as he leaned forward and gave him a slow, but thorough kiss.
Harry's heart fluttered, like it always did when Draco kissed him like this. He was glad they were sitting because he was sure his legs wouldn't have been able to hold him up much longer.
Tongue sliding against Harry's, breath mingled, Draco's heart beating faster, he slid his hand on Harry's arm around him and pulled him close. His hand on Harry's face moved back along his jaw and into his hair, fingers spreading out to entwine themselves in his thick locks.
Harry moaned softly, trailing his fingers over Draco's cheek, as he pressed closer. It was moments like this that he loved with Draco.
Draco leaned back, bringing Harry back with him onto the bed. He kissed and sucked at the other man's lips, sighing at the taste and touch of him. "I love you," he breathed into Harry's mouth.
"I love you, too," he whispered softly, running his fingers through Draco's soft hair. "I'm sorry..."
"Shhh, no apologies love," Draco soothed. "I was so relieved to hear from him that I didn't think." He kissed Harry's face, rubbing his own face against him.
Harry smiled at Draco's actions, sighing softly. "It's okay...I don't want you to have to worry about me."
Draco chuckled. "I have been worrying about you for a very long time," he sighed. "Probably wouldn't know what to do if I didn't." He continued to punctuate his words with kisses.
"Well...with Theo, at least," he added, still smiling.
Draco flushed pink, smirking. "When I think of you and Theo, worrying isn't the first thing that comes to mind," he said in low voice.
"You mean...us together?" he asked, looking at him. He wouldn't say it now, but the image made him go red, too.
Draco licked his lips, nodding. "Can you imagine it?" he said in a very husky voice.
"I can.." he replied quietly, watching Draco closely. "I still...like him, you know."
Draco trembled a bit, still holding Harry’s naked body against him, the silk pants hiding nothing of what he thought of the idea.
"But.,. he probably doesn't want to do anything more with me again, right?" he asked softly.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?" He smiled, looking into Harry's eyes. "He still wants you," he said. "He just has issues with this entire more-than-one idea."
"He does?" He smiled a bit, looking off to the side for a moment. "But, would you mind if...if we ended up doing anything…?"
"Well, now that would be selfish wouldn't it?" Draco smirked. "But to be honest, I would rather be there when you do."
"I'd want that, too," Harry replied, reaching over and playing with a bit of Draco's hair. "But I'll wait for Theo to actually...get used to the idea."
Draco breathed a sigh and then reached for Harry's other hand, laying it on the tented silk of his pants.
"I was wondering how long you'd last," he murmured, wrapping his hand gently around him through the pants.
Draco's breath hitched and his eyes closed. "Last?" he asked, having lost track of the conversation suddenly.
"Last before you'd need my touch," he continued, voice going low. He gently squeezed, fingers teasing him.
"Always...need... your...(gasp)... touch," Draco managed, trembling and laying back on the bed.
"Do you now..." Harry said, untying the sash and sliding the pants down. He moved down on the bed. He hovered over Draco for a moment before he leaned down and kissed his lower stomach, right above his cock.
"Oh, yes," Draco said, "so much..." He trembled and spread himself open for Harry, inviting him to do what he wished with him.
Harry's fingers curled around Draco's hips as looked up at him, taking in Draco's desperation. "What do you want?"
"You, always want you," Draco moaned. His hand had come up to his chest and was running his fingers down the scar on his chest. "Please, Harry," he begged.
Harry reached up and ran his finger down alongside Draco's. "Of course, Draco..." He leaned down again sucked the head of his cock into his mouth without another word.
"Ah, yes," Draco gasped, his head thrown back and panting. He reached his other hand up to entangle in Harry's thick hair.
Harry started to suck gently, just as he let his nail graze over his scar.
Draco trembled as he gasped and tried to hold still. "Harry, please," he cried out, "more."
Pitying Draco, Harry moved down and sucked hard, continuing to rub his finger over the scar as he sucked.
"Harry," Draco gasped, "do you ... want... inside… me?"
Harry pulled back, breathing hard. He nodded, getting up and picking up the small tube of lube they always kept on the side table. Opening it and squeezing a good amount on his fingers, he settled himself in between Draco's legs again, gently running them over his entrance.
"Yessss," Draco gasped, pulling his legs up to open himself as much as he could for Harry.
Harry grinned at Draco's reaction, gently slipping one finger inside of him. "Oh, Draco," he whispered.
"Harry, always, my love," Draco sighed, the feel of Harry's touch always making him feel whole again.
Harry moved his finger in and out a few times before he crooked it, rubbing it against where he knew that spot was.
Draco lifted his hips, sighing. "I'm... ready," he whispered.
"Are you sure?" he asked, slipping in another finger and gently stretching him more. He didn't want to hurt him.
"Yesss, very sure," he answered. "I want you inside me. Always inside me."
"I love you," he murmured, slipping his fingers out and reaching for the lube again. Spreading more of it over himself, he moved closer, positioning himself then gently beginning to push in.
Draco opened his eyes, looking up at Harry. "Yes, Harry," Draco said, feeling open and vulnerable and ... safe.
Harry groaned, thrusting in the rest of the way. He looked down at Draco, taking in his flushed face and swollen lips. "I love you," he whispered again, leaning down and kissing him softly.
Draco moaned as Harry thrust into him, the feeling of him inside being what he needed. He kissed and licked at his lover's lips, his hands coming up to touch him everywhere he could reach.
Harry slowly began to move, panting into Draco's mouth. "Fuck, Draco.." It had been a while since he did this with Draco, so he didn't want to start off too fast.
"Yes, please, Harry," Draco begged, amazed at how every time with Harry made him feel this way. He ran his hands over Harry's skin. "You feel so perfect inside me," he sighed.
Draco's words made Harry smile, stilling for a moment just to watch his face. "You make me so happy..." he said, beginning to thrust harder and faster than before.
"Gods, yes," Draco encouraged when Harry started thrusting harder. He wrapped his legs around Harry's hips and his arms around his neck, meeting his thrusts.
Leaning back, his managed to trail his fingers down over Draco's scar.
Draco moaned, arching into his touch, the old wound tingling at his lover's touch. "Marked ... as ... yours," Draco gasped, body trembling and convulsing around Harry's cock inside him.
Harry moaned loudly, his thrusts faltering. But he reached between them, wrapping his hand around Draco. "God, Draco...you're so hard..."
Draco's moan was incoherent as Harry touched him. He was so close it was almost painful. He tossed his head and tried to urge Harry to keep moving.
Harry quickened his thrusts as he stroked Draco, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge. "Come with me..."
"Yes!" Draco hissed; his body shuddering and his cock sending warm liquid over Harry's hand and his own chest.
Harry was only able to thrust one more time before he came, too, groaning out Draco's name.
Draco clung to Harry, arms and legs holding him tight as he trembled and spasmed in the after effects of their orgasms.
Harry kissed every part of Draco that he could reach, slowly coming down from his high. "Love you," he sighed.
Draco chuckled, the kisses tickling a bit and the feelings in his body making him feel high. "Good, because I need you to keep doing that to me for another couple hundred years or so," he sighed.
Harry laughed, pulling back and kissing Draco on his nose. "That's just a bit disturbing to think of, Draco..."
"What is?" Draco asked, perfectly happy in lying under Harry.
"Us doing that when we're hundred years old," he murmured, slipping out and laying down next to him.
"I can't imagine being near you and not wanting you," Draco said quietly. "You think older Wizards don't have sex?"
"Well, I assume they do...but... hm… I guess I'm imagining us looking like... Dumbledore," he replied, shrugging. "But he was really old…"
"Dumbledore was much older than that," Draco snorted, "and you don't have to grow a beard like that."
"What? Why not? You could help me brush it and all.,." Harry laughed softly, reaching to pull the covers over them.
"If you wish," Draco laughed. "You might look good with a well groomed beard." The blond pulled Harry close again, snuggling under the covers.
"We'll just have to wait and see," he answered, smiling at him. "I can't imagine you with a beard though…"
"Don't think it would grow thick enough," Draco said, his fingers touching his chin.
Harry touched it, too, nodding. "Maybe just growing out your hair."
"Long hair?" he smiled, "More to play with, I suppose."
"Exactly. It would keep me entertained for hours," he said, grinning.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "I thought I do that pretty well already," he teased.
Harry blushed a bit. "Oh, you do, very well. But for other times..."
"How long?" Draco asked, curious now.
Harry shrugged. "As long as you want..."
Draco nodded. "Since it is for you, it really is about what you want." He shifted, his face serious for a moment, looking into Harry's face. "Have you thought about that? The future I mean?"
"Not really...though, when I was younger... I always thought I'd have a family in the future," he replied.
"Me too," Draco smiled sadly. "It would be sad to be last one of such a long line."
"Yeah..." He was silent for a long moment, thinking. "You've got Pansy...if she'd...let you."
"If she'd let me what, Harry?" Draco smiled.
"You know...you do know what I'm saying, right?"
Draco looked serious, taking a deep breath. "Have sex with? Have a child with? Marry? No, what are we talking about here?" he asked.
"Have a child with," he said, blushing a bit.
"Which theoretically would include the first one as well," Draco smirked. "You know I haven't had sex with her before, or any woman for that matter."
"Me too, but...that is the only way to have a child. And I figure you'd want to have it with someone you know really well," he commented.
"Do you wonder what it would feel like, with a woman?" Draco asked.
"I used to, when I was with Ginny. But we didn't get that far...so...it kind of went away." He shrugged again.
"Went away?" Draco asked curiously.
"Yeah. I haven't been with any other women and the only one I see almost everyday is my best friend."
"Would you want to ... experiment ... at some point?" Draco asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I guess...but with whom?" Harry asked, looking at him.
Draco nodded. "I don't even know what you fancy in women. Your taste in men seems... varied." He smirked.
Harry blushed, smiling. "I don't have a taste...if I fancy you... I fancy you."
"Well, certainly, hair colour isn't a factor for you," he teased. "I, other hand, seem to show a preference for brunets."
"…You do. Theo and I both have dark hair," Harry stated, laughing.
Draco nodded again, leaning in to kiss him briefly. "All this brings up a bigger issue we haven't talked about," he said quietly.
"What bigger issue?" he asked.
Draco closed his eyes and licked his lips nervously, "I love you, Harry. I have always loved you."
"And I love you, too," he replied, watching him.
"Us, I mean, is it...?" Draco found himself suddenly to nervous to continue.
"What do you mean, Draco?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Never mind," he said quietly, closing his eyes.
"No, tell me. Us...what do you mean?" he asked again, getting nervous, too.
Draco felt torn. What had he done? He shouldn't have brought this up. What if he scared Harry away? He tried to breathe deep and settle himself.
"Please talk to me," Harry whispered.
Draco opened is eyes and looked into Harry's. "I wasn't just making a joke. About the what I want from my future... about being with you."
"I wasn't either," he replied softly, looking back into his eyes.
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. "I can't imagine going back to...life without you in my home, in my bed and most especially, in my arms," he said.
Harry smiled a bit, nodding. "You shouldn't have been nervous about saying this, Draco...I feel the same way..."
Draco smiled and leaned in and kissed Harry. "So, does that mean you would want to be a parent?" he asked.
Harry pulled back with a small gasp. "...Yes. But...how?"
"I don't know that part, yet," Draco smiled. "I just know that we both want a family and we want each other. We will have to figure out the rest."
"We will..." He grinned. "I never thought I'd actually get what I wanted..."
Draco grinned back. "Oh, neither did I. But now I have you. And I want to us to be happy, to have the things we never thought we could have."
"Thanks, Draco," he whispered, kissing him softly.