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Coming of Age
[Thanks to AngelSelene for catching that I had skipped chapter 22. I had to delete and reload the last couple chapters, so folks might want to go back and read the now correct chapter 22.]
Chapter Number/Total: 25/44
Chapter Title: Coming of Age
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Nefernat, Mearowen
Words: 3702 Words
Harry threw his clothes down on the closed toilet seat and turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm impatiently, his feet cold against the tile floor.
Draco closed the door behind him and locked it both manually and magically. He thought for a moment and added a Silencing Charm, just in case.
Harry hopped from foot to foot and then finally the water was hot enough to get in. He slipped into the shower and turned it on, sighing as the water hit his back.
Draco hung his robe up on the hook on the back of the door and then used the toilet. He enjoyed the feel of the cool tiles under his feet. He also liked the sounds Harry made in the shower; they were a lot like the sounds he made in bed.
Harry waited a minute before poking his head out of the shower. "Getting in?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco smiled as he climbed in. "My turn under the water," he teased when Harry stood there a moment longer.
Harry snorted and moved back a bit so that Draco would have to be pressed against him to get under the shower head. He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Draco shook his head, and slid past Harry, his half-hard cock rubbing against the other as he did.
Harry gasped very quietly and smirked, just watching Draco.
Draco titled his head back, closing his eyes as the hot water ran over his hair and down body.
Harry grinned. "You really are unbelievably gorgeous," he said truthfully. He wondered how on earth Draco was attracted to him when he looked like he did.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, enjoying the pure sensation of the hot water and the sound of Harry's voice. He ran his hands over his own body, hoping Harry was enjoying the show.
Harry smiled goofily as he watched Draco, his hands itching to reach out and touch him.
Without opening his eyes, Draco turned his back on Harry. He spread his legs a bit and leaned his hands on the wall of the shower. "Wash my back?" he asked.
Harry's eyes roamed over Draco's body and it took him a moment to realize Draco had even said anything. "Yeah," Harry said finally, pulling the shower curtain back again to grab a washcloth from the hanger on the wall. He soaped it up and moved in close to the body before him, running the cloth over Draco's shoulders.
"Yes," Draco said with a sigh, wiggling his arse a bit. He loved this - being spread before Harry, knowing the other boy was watching and touching him.
Almost every single time Harry and Draco showered or bathed together, it seemed inevitable, they had to have some sort of sex. It was like an unwritten rule. Harry pressed himself against Draco fully, letting him feel his erection. "If I'm not mistaken," he said quietly, smirking, "I'd say you were putting on a bit of a show."
Draco chuckled, making sure to wiggle his arse again against Harry's cock. He smirked. "I thought you were going to wash my back."
The cocky smile on Harry's face stayed firmly in place. "I'd rather suck your cock," he said, moving a hand around to grasp said cock. He vaguely wondered why he wanted to suck Draco off instead off telling the blond to suck him off on his birthday, but he only thought of that for a split second. Giving Draco pleasure gave Harry more pleasure than anything else ever could.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, turning toward Harry and leaning against the tiled wall. "That will do just... fine." He smiled.
Harry smirked and dropped to his knees right then and there, licking his lips as he looked up at Draco. He stuck his tongue out, but it was much sexier than it was silly looking. He moved in very close to Draco's balls, tongue still out, but he didn't make any contact.
Draco had removed the construct before getting in the shower, so he reached out with his one hand and grabbed a hunk of wet, black hair, pulling. "Suck me, Harry," he said, voice thick.
Harry gasped as he was tugged forward, his tongue making contact with the velvety smooth skin of Draco's balls. He licked at them and sucked them, enjoying the feel of them in his mouth and the slight tickle of the hair all around.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his hand still twisting in Harry hair. "Oh, I love your mouth on me."
Draco's words encouraged Harry and he pulled Draco's cock level with his mouth before kissing the head of it and sucking at it. He ran his tongue under the ridge and then sucked it lightly again, still staring up at Draco's face.
The contrast between the cool tiles at his back and the warm water streaming down their bodies all met in the feeling of Harry sucking him. Draco forced himself to open his eyes, enjoying the view of Harry kneeling there, mouth around his cock and water running over his naked flesh.
Harry grinned when Draco opened his eyes and he sank his mouth onto him even more, loving what he was doing to the boy. He sighed out his nose and sucked at Draco's cock like it was a lolly; a very, very good lolly.
"Oh, Gods, you are so fucking beautiful," Draco groaned. "And I used to fantasize about this." He trembled, his face full of awe at where he was and what was happening.
Harry moaned at what came out of Draco's mouth. There was nothing he liked hearing about more than how much Draco had always wanted him. It gave him butterflies in his stomach and made him happy beyond belief. He bobbed his head quickly now, stopping only to kiss and suck at the head.
Draco noticed how Harry reacted to his words. Concentrating, he continued. "Used to lie there in my dorm, imagining you on your knees, sucking my cock. Sometimes you would be yelling at me and I couldn't even hear the words. I was too focused on your mouth."
Harry moaned again, feeling light headed from Draco's words. His eyes slid closed as he imagined all the times he'd yelled at Draco. He wondered how many times he'd done nothing but turn him on and he moaned again. He pictured Draco in his dorm, curtains closed, hand flying over his own cock as he thought of Harry's mouth. He doubled his efforts, so incredibly turned on.
"Harry, suck me, yes, Gods, yes," Draco babbled, unable to be coherent anymore but loving it. "Gonna come down your throat, gonna come..."
Harry sucked hard, literally trying to suck the come from Draco, wanting so badly for him to fill his mouth. He was sorely tempted to fist his own cock, but he didn't. He brought his hands up to hold Draco in place as he sucked him with all he had.
Draco thrust forward, shuddering as he came in Harry's mouth, his hand pulling hard on that thick hair. His shout was unintelligible, but louder than usual for him.
Harry sucked during Draco's orgasm, drinking up. He pulled back and opened his mouth purposely before Draco was finished coming so that a spurt of semen splattered across his lips and chin.
Draco laughed hoarsely, watching his lover. "Harry fucking Potter, Kinkiest-Boy-Who-Lived," he gasped.
Harry's breathing was a bit heavy as he smiled up at Draco and licked his lips. "Draco fucking Malfoy, who very much enjoys the Kinkiest-Boy-Who-Lived," he said with a low chuckle.
"Very," Draco agreed, still leaning against the shower. "Come here," he said, pulling on Harry's hair again, trying to get him to rise.
Harry rose shakily to his feet, staring at Draco with darkened eyes.
Draco leaned forward, pushing away from the wall to stand and pull Harry against him. He brought his mouth to Harry's, sucking and licking his lips and then his mouth.
Harry opened his mouth quickly, allowing Draco to suck on his tongue. Both hands came around to squeeze Draco's arse and then trail up his back and down until they were at his arse again.
Draco sucked Harry's tongue like he would suck his cock, sliding his thigh against said organ, the water making the move smooth.
Harry gasped, thrusting against Draco's leg. "Tell me about what you did in school again, please" he whispered, gasping as his cock jumped at the very thought.
Draco smiled, pulling Harry tight against him as he humped his leg. "You want me to tell you about all the times I wanked thinking about you, do you? Like standing in the shower after a Quidditch match imagining your arse."
Harry let out a moan as he panted and threw his head back slightly, his hands gripping Draco's back. He thrust down against Draco's leg again, mouth open.
"I think you could come just from me telling you how obsessed I was with you. How many times I woke up hard dreaming about you," Draco purred in Harry's ear, still holding his hair. "You want to know about all those sleepless nights I lay there wishing I was in your bed. How do you think I got so good at Silencing and Cleaning Charms, Harry? Laying there with my cock in my hand imagining it inside you."
Harry moaned again and arched against Draco, thrusting harder and faster now, his eyes closed tightly as he pictured Draco in his bed in the Slytherin dorms again. "Fuck, Draco," he whimpered.
Draco was watching Harry's face, caught between remembering and enjoying the pleasure he saw now. "I was obsessed with you from the moment I met you. Your eyes, your hair, your mouth." He continued his confession. "You played Quidditch, so I had to. I had to be near you. I wanted to beat you, to make you see me, to do anything it took not to be ignored by you. Every time I made you flush with anger or embarrassment, I would go touch myself, imagining what you would look like now, when you are about to come."
Harry moaned one last time and then came gloriously, spurting on himself and Draco's leg and side. He clutched Draco tightly, shuddering, and gasping, his face flushed just like Draco had said.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered still. "Just like that." He watched the water washing them both and felt somehow cleaner than he could remember. The confession seemed to have released something inside him. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly.
Harry hugged Draco and rested his head on his shoulder. His chest rose and fell with his large steadying breaths. "I wish I'd known," he whispered.
Draco reached around them and turned the water off. "Come on, this is your birthday," he said, "and there are people waiting to congratulate you."
Harry took a big breath and nodded, kissing Draco one last time before moving away from him gently and hopping out of the shower.
Draco followed him, his thoughts still caught up in how much like a dream this moment seemed to him. Reality came in the form of trying to dry himself with one hand. After a minute, he threw the towel aside and used a Drying Charm instead.
Harry dried himself off too and slipped into his clothes. He examined his hair in the mirror like he did everyday but shrugged and didn't bother with trying to do anything with it except using his hand to make it stand up in one general direction instead of all over.
Draco shook his head, putting on his robe. "Someday, we are going have a talk about hair," he said, smirking.
Harry chuckled and then set off down the hall, back to their room to wait for Draco to get dressed.
Draco styled his hair and brushed his teeth and then followed the Gryffindor back to his room.
Harry was dressed, lying on the bed, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms behind his head. He smiled when Draco came in.
"You don't need to wait for me," Draco said, looking at the smug boy on the bed. Man on the bed, he corrected himself. Harry and he were both legally adults now. He picked out a nice green and black outfit for the day and began dressing.
"I know," Harry said simply, "but I like watching you. Look hot today, yeah?" he said with a laugh. Draco looked hot everyday.
Draco raised an eyebrow, shaking his head but smiling all the same. Dressed and as ready as he would be, he stood with hands on hips contemplating the man on the bed.
Harry sighed, still smiling. "I suppose I must show my face now?" he said.
Draco wanted to climb in the bed with Harry and keep him all to himself, but he nodded and held out a hand to help him up.
Harry took Draco's hand and pulled himself up. He kissed Draco gently and ran a thumb across his cheek. "I love you," he whispered happily.
Draco had a moment of memory -- his hand held out and refused -- but then he was back in the present, being kissed by his lover.
Harry kissed Draco one last time, he could hardly bring himself to pull away from him, but then finally let him go. "C'mon," he said, holding out his hand and then leading Draco quietly down into the kitchen.
The room was filled with Weasley's. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there, Ron of course, Charlie, Fred and George, Ginny, Bill and Fleur, who had just gotten back from their honeymoon, and Hermione was off to the side.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" many of the people in the room said in unison as they caught sight of him.
Harry grinned around at everyone.
As usual, Draco hung back a bit, watching Harry and his friends. He had heard the others planning all week, so he knew that today would be busy.
Fred and George rushed forward and they each threw an arm around Harry's shoulders.
"How does it feel to be a man, Harry?" George asked mock seriously.
"Indeed," said Fred. "How does it feel?"
Harry laughed. "Pretty good I must say, pretty good."
Fred and George never passed up a chance to tease Harry and Draco about their sex lives.
Fred hopped backwards and threw an arm around Draco. "How does it feel to have a man, Draco?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Oh, leave them alone," said Ginny, but as always, she sounded amused.
Draco couldn't help but flush a bit. But he still managed to smirk, raise an eyebrow and say, "Delightful."
Fred laughed.
"Happy birthday, Harry," said Ginny and she hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Hermione was next and she squeezed Harry tightly and kissed him on the cheek as well. "Happy birthday," she said happily.
"Oh, dear brother?" said George.
"Yes?" asked Fred, his arm still around Draco's shoulders.
"Do you - I mean - do you think we should give young Mr. Potter a kiss as well?" George asked, pretending to blush.
Fred hopped forward again. "I - I simply don't know. I feel all hot and bothered at the very thought," he said in a high, girlish voice.
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then, "I think we simply must," said George. And before Harry could dash away, the twins had grabbed his arms and given him huge, sloppy, wet kisses on either cheek.
Harry scrunched his nose up and wiped at his face. "You two are insufferable," he said.
Fred and George laughed. "Don't get turned on now, Harry," said Fred, waggling his finger in Harry's face.
Harry flushed and shook his head again.
Draco flushed more than Harry did, even his ears turning pink. He was, for the moment, speechless.
Mrs. Weasley threw dirty looks at the twins and then moved forward to hug Harry. "I hope you don't mind us throwing you a party," she said, smiling. "It's not everyday someone turns seventeen."
Harry smiled too. "No, it's brilliant," he said. "Thank you."
"The party won't be until later," Mrs. Weasley continued. "We'll wait until everyone gets here."
"Everyone?" asked Harry.
"Oh, yes, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, coming up and shaking Harry's hand. "Mostly the entire Order is coming."
Remus walked up to Harry and held his hand out too, smiling. "Congratulations, son. Welcome to your majority," he said seriously.
Harry smiled and shook his hand. "Thanks," he said.
Remus took Harry's hand and pulled him in to a hug, patting his back with the other. "Lily and James would be proud," he said quietly.
Harry closed his eyes and smiled as he hugged Lupin. "Thank you," he said meaningfully, leaning back and looking at Lupin with bright eyes.
Lupin's eyes were watering and in a quiet voice he added, "And so would Sirius."
Harry smiled softly. "I know," he said quietly and right then, he knew what he wanted to do for Lupin, but it would have to wait.
Remus turned his face away, wiping away unshed tears.
Everyone in the room was watching; all of them smiling happily, but sadly too.
Harry smiled at Lupin again and finally turned away, allowing him to wipe his sadness away without someone watching him.
After a few moments, Ron said, "Open your presents from us now, mate."
"You guys got me presents?" Harry asked.
"'Course we did," said Ron.
"But you've been here," said Harry.
"It's called having a mum, Harry."
"You guys didn't have to get me presents."
"But we did," said Ginny, smiling. "Can he open them, Mum?"
"Yes, I suppose," said Mrs. Weasley, a little choked up. "Just while all the family's here."
Harry smiled softly as Mrs. Weasley ushered him over to the table.
"Go and get them, Ron," she said.
Ron huffed but left the room, returning a minute later with a bag full of packages.
Draco leaned against the wall, smiling and watching. He felt sadly distant from it all. He wasn't jealous, but he was aware that there had been no celebrations on his birthday.
Harry opened up a predictable, but nice sweater from Mrs. Weasley that he put on right there, a few Quidditch magazines and a small box of chocolate frogs from Ron, a few books on how to be a good leader from Hermione, cologne from Bill and Fleur that Bill said Fleur had insisted upon, an interesting book about strategy and advanced wand work from Charlie, and a new outfit from Ginny that Harry suspected he might look very good in.
When he came to Fred and George's gift, Fred pulled it out of his hands. "I wouldn't open that here if I were you, mate," he said, ginning wickedly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You might want to take a look at it later, but make sure we're there, because we want to see the look on you face," said George mischievously.
Harry's eyes widened. "What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, you'll find out later," said Fred. "While Mum isn't around."
Mrs. Weasley eyed the twins suspiciously. "What is that?" she asked.
"You don't want to know, Mum," said George.
Mrs. Weasley shook her head, but wisely, didn't press the subject.
Draco's eyebrows rose to his hairline at that and he flushed again. He remembered some of the twins’ comments at the shop.
Harry pushed the ominous gift back inside the bag, not really sure if he wanted to open it at all.
Fred and George snickered.
"Is everyone hungry?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
There were lots of "Yeahs" and "Mmhmms" and Mrs. Weasley started to prepare breakfast.
Draco walked up behind Harry and laid his hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "That looks like it may have possibilities," he said.
Harry snorted. "I'm afraid to know," he said weakly, staring at the bag.
Draco smirked and sat down next to Harry, reaching to hold his hand in his. He looked up at Bill and Fleur. "So how was the honeymoon?" he asked in a polite tone.
Bill grinned and Fleur's face lit up beautifully. "Oh, eet was seemply wonderful," she said happily. "So romantic. You would never believe." Fleur loved talking to Draco, Harry could tell.
"It was rather good," said Bill, nodding.
"Where did you go?" Draco asked, smiling at her happiness.
"We went to ze most gorgeous Wizardeeng veelliage in Italy. Very close to 'ere, but so beautiful. Eet truly was just amazing." She sighed happily.
Bill smiled too. "Yes, very romantic. And very friendly people there too. We stayed at one of the resorts. Great service, great food, just a great trip." He chuckled and then sighed. "Probably would've been better if the panic wasn't starting to spread there as well, but let's not talk about that sort of stuff. It's Harry's birthday."
Harry grinned. "Sounds like you had a wonderful time."
"Oh, we deed," said Fleur.
Draco chatted amicably with Fleur and Bill, realizing how much he liked the couple. Fleur would occasionally slip into French and it would be a few minutes before someone would remind them to speak English.
Harry watched Draco, his face full of love and adoration.
It wasn't long before Mrs. Weasley was serving the food and they were all eating happily, chatting and managing to not bring up the war.
Chapter Number/Total: 25/44
Chapter Title: Coming of Age
Beta(s): TheBostonDyke, Nomeci, Nefernat, Mearowen
Words: 3702 Words
Harry threw his clothes down on the closed toilet seat and turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm impatiently, his feet cold against the tile floor.
Draco closed the door behind him and locked it both manually and magically. He thought for a moment and added a Silencing Charm, just in case.
Harry hopped from foot to foot and then finally the water was hot enough to get in. He slipped into the shower and turned it on, sighing as the water hit his back.
Draco hung his robe up on the hook on the back of the door and then used the toilet. He enjoyed the feel of the cool tiles under his feet. He also liked the sounds Harry made in the shower; they were a lot like the sounds he made in bed.
Harry waited a minute before poking his head out of the shower. "Getting in?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco smiled as he climbed in. "My turn under the water," he teased when Harry stood there a moment longer.
Harry snorted and moved back a bit so that Draco would have to be pressed against him to get under the shower head. He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Draco shook his head, and slid past Harry, his half-hard cock rubbing against the other as he did.
Harry gasped very quietly and smirked, just watching Draco.
Draco titled his head back, closing his eyes as the hot water ran over his hair and down body.
Harry grinned. "You really are unbelievably gorgeous," he said truthfully. He wondered how on earth Draco was attracted to him when he looked like he did.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, enjoying the pure sensation of the hot water and the sound of Harry's voice. He ran his hands over his own body, hoping Harry was enjoying the show.
Harry smiled goofily as he watched Draco, his hands itching to reach out and touch him.
Without opening his eyes, Draco turned his back on Harry. He spread his legs a bit and leaned his hands on the wall of the shower. "Wash my back?" he asked.
Harry's eyes roamed over Draco's body and it took him a moment to realize Draco had even said anything. "Yeah," Harry said finally, pulling the shower curtain back again to grab a washcloth from the hanger on the wall. He soaped it up and moved in close to the body before him, running the cloth over Draco's shoulders.
"Yes," Draco said with a sigh, wiggling his arse a bit. He loved this - being spread before Harry, knowing the other boy was watching and touching him.
Almost every single time Harry and Draco showered or bathed together, it seemed inevitable, they had to have some sort of sex. It was like an unwritten rule. Harry pressed himself against Draco fully, letting him feel his erection. "If I'm not mistaken," he said quietly, smirking, "I'd say you were putting on a bit of a show."
Draco chuckled, making sure to wiggle his arse again against Harry's cock. He smirked. "I thought you were going to wash my back."
The cocky smile on Harry's face stayed firmly in place. "I'd rather suck your cock," he said, moving a hand around to grasp said cock. He vaguely wondered why he wanted to suck Draco off instead off telling the blond to suck him off on his birthday, but he only thought of that for a split second. Giving Draco pleasure gave Harry more pleasure than anything else ever could.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered, turning toward Harry and leaning against the tiled wall. "That will do just... fine." He smiled.
Harry smirked and dropped to his knees right then and there, licking his lips as he looked up at Draco. He stuck his tongue out, but it was much sexier than it was silly looking. He moved in very close to Draco's balls, tongue still out, but he didn't make any contact.
Draco had removed the construct before getting in the shower, so he reached out with his one hand and grabbed a hunk of wet, black hair, pulling. "Suck me, Harry," he said, voice thick.
Harry gasped as he was tugged forward, his tongue making contact with the velvety smooth skin of Draco's balls. He licked at them and sucked them, enjoying the feel of them in his mouth and the slight tickle of the hair all around.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his hand still twisting in Harry hair. "Oh, I love your mouth on me."
Draco's words encouraged Harry and he pulled Draco's cock level with his mouth before kissing the head of it and sucking at it. He ran his tongue under the ridge and then sucked it lightly again, still staring up at Draco's face.
The contrast between the cool tiles at his back and the warm water streaming down their bodies all met in the feeling of Harry sucking him. Draco forced himself to open his eyes, enjoying the view of Harry kneeling there, mouth around his cock and water running over his naked flesh.
Harry grinned when Draco opened his eyes and he sank his mouth onto him even more, loving what he was doing to the boy. He sighed out his nose and sucked at Draco's cock like it was a lolly; a very, very good lolly.
"Oh, Gods, you are so fucking beautiful," Draco groaned. "And I used to fantasize about this." He trembled, his face full of awe at where he was and what was happening.
Harry moaned at what came out of Draco's mouth. There was nothing he liked hearing about more than how much Draco had always wanted him. It gave him butterflies in his stomach and made him happy beyond belief. He bobbed his head quickly now, stopping only to kiss and suck at the head.
Draco noticed how Harry reacted to his words. Concentrating, he continued. "Used to lie there in my dorm, imagining you on your knees, sucking my cock. Sometimes you would be yelling at me and I couldn't even hear the words. I was too focused on your mouth."
Harry moaned again, feeling light headed from Draco's words. His eyes slid closed as he imagined all the times he'd yelled at Draco. He wondered how many times he'd done nothing but turn him on and he moaned again. He pictured Draco in his dorm, curtains closed, hand flying over his own cock as he thought of Harry's mouth. He doubled his efforts, so incredibly turned on.
"Harry, suck me, yes, Gods, yes," Draco babbled, unable to be coherent anymore but loving it. "Gonna come down your throat, gonna come..."
Harry sucked hard, literally trying to suck the come from Draco, wanting so badly for him to fill his mouth. He was sorely tempted to fist his own cock, but he didn't. He brought his hands up to hold Draco in place as he sucked him with all he had.
Draco thrust forward, shuddering as he came in Harry's mouth, his hand pulling hard on that thick hair. His shout was unintelligible, but louder than usual for him.
Harry sucked during Draco's orgasm, drinking up. He pulled back and opened his mouth purposely before Draco was finished coming so that a spurt of semen splattered across his lips and chin.
Draco laughed hoarsely, watching his lover. "Harry fucking Potter, Kinkiest-Boy-Who-Lived," he gasped.
Harry's breathing was a bit heavy as he smiled up at Draco and licked his lips. "Draco fucking Malfoy, who very much enjoys the Kinkiest-Boy-Who-Lived," he said with a low chuckle.
"Very," Draco agreed, still leaning against the shower. "Come here," he said, pulling on Harry's hair again, trying to get him to rise.
Harry rose shakily to his feet, staring at Draco with darkened eyes.
Draco leaned forward, pushing away from the wall to stand and pull Harry against him. He brought his mouth to Harry's, sucking and licking his lips and then his mouth.
Harry opened his mouth quickly, allowing Draco to suck on his tongue. Both hands came around to squeeze Draco's arse and then trail up his back and down until they were at his arse again.
Draco sucked Harry's tongue like he would suck his cock, sliding his thigh against said organ, the water making the move smooth.
Harry gasped, thrusting against Draco's leg. "Tell me about what you did in school again, please" he whispered, gasping as his cock jumped at the very thought.
Draco smiled, pulling Harry tight against him as he humped his leg. "You want me to tell you about all the times I wanked thinking about you, do you? Like standing in the shower after a Quidditch match imagining your arse."
Harry let out a moan as he panted and threw his head back slightly, his hands gripping Draco's back. He thrust down against Draco's leg again, mouth open.
"I think you could come just from me telling you how obsessed I was with you. How many times I woke up hard dreaming about you," Draco purred in Harry's ear, still holding his hair. "You want to know about all those sleepless nights I lay there wishing I was in your bed. How do you think I got so good at Silencing and Cleaning Charms, Harry? Laying there with my cock in my hand imagining it inside you."
Harry moaned again and arched against Draco, thrusting harder and faster now, his eyes closed tightly as he pictured Draco in his bed in the Slytherin dorms again. "Fuck, Draco," he whimpered.
Draco was watching Harry's face, caught between remembering and enjoying the pleasure he saw now. "I was obsessed with you from the moment I met you. Your eyes, your hair, your mouth." He continued his confession. "You played Quidditch, so I had to. I had to be near you. I wanted to beat you, to make you see me, to do anything it took not to be ignored by you. Every time I made you flush with anger or embarrassment, I would go touch myself, imagining what you would look like now, when you are about to come."
Harry moaned one last time and then came gloriously, spurting on himself and Draco's leg and side. He clutched Draco tightly, shuddering, and gasping, his face flushed just like Draco had said.
"Oh, yes," Draco whispered still. "Just like that." He watched the water washing them both and felt somehow cleaner than he could remember. The confession seemed to have released something inside him. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly.
Harry hugged Draco and rested his head on his shoulder. His chest rose and fell with his large steadying breaths. "I wish I'd known," he whispered.
Draco reached around them and turned the water off. "Come on, this is your birthday," he said, "and there are people waiting to congratulate you."
Harry took a big breath and nodded, kissing Draco one last time before moving away from him gently and hopping out of the shower.
Draco followed him, his thoughts still caught up in how much like a dream this moment seemed to him. Reality came in the form of trying to dry himself with one hand. After a minute, he threw the towel aside and used a Drying Charm instead.
Harry dried himself off too and slipped into his clothes. He examined his hair in the mirror like he did everyday but shrugged and didn't bother with trying to do anything with it except using his hand to make it stand up in one general direction instead of all over.
Draco shook his head, putting on his robe. "Someday, we are going have a talk about hair," he said, smirking.
Harry chuckled and then set off down the hall, back to their room to wait for Draco to get dressed.
Draco styled his hair and brushed his teeth and then followed the Gryffindor back to his room.
Harry was dressed, lying on the bed, his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms behind his head. He smiled when Draco came in.
"You don't need to wait for me," Draco said, looking at the smug boy on the bed. Man on the bed, he corrected himself. Harry and he were both legally adults now. He picked out a nice green and black outfit for the day and began dressing.
"I know," Harry said simply, "but I like watching you. Look hot today, yeah?" he said with a laugh. Draco looked hot everyday.
Draco raised an eyebrow, shaking his head but smiling all the same. Dressed and as ready as he would be, he stood with hands on hips contemplating the man on the bed.
Harry sighed, still smiling. "I suppose I must show my face now?" he said.
Draco wanted to climb in the bed with Harry and keep him all to himself, but he nodded and held out a hand to help him up.
Harry took Draco's hand and pulled himself up. He kissed Draco gently and ran a thumb across his cheek. "I love you," he whispered happily.
Draco had a moment of memory -- his hand held out and refused -- but then he was back in the present, being kissed by his lover.
Harry kissed Draco one last time, he could hardly bring himself to pull away from him, but then finally let him go. "C'mon," he said, holding out his hand and then leading Draco quietly down into the kitchen.
The room was filled with Weasley's. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there, Ron of course, Charlie, Fred and George, Ginny, Bill and Fleur, who had just gotten back from their honeymoon, and Hermione was off to the side.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" many of the people in the room said in unison as they caught sight of him.
Harry grinned around at everyone.
As usual, Draco hung back a bit, watching Harry and his friends. He had heard the others planning all week, so he knew that today would be busy.
Fred and George rushed forward and they each threw an arm around Harry's shoulders.
"How does it feel to be a man, Harry?" George asked mock seriously.
"Indeed," said Fred. "How does it feel?"
Harry laughed. "Pretty good I must say, pretty good."
Fred and George never passed up a chance to tease Harry and Draco about their sex lives.
Fred hopped backwards and threw an arm around Draco. "How does it feel to have a man, Draco?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Oh, leave them alone," said Ginny, but as always, she sounded amused.
Draco couldn't help but flush a bit. But he still managed to smirk, raise an eyebrow and say, "Delightful."
Fred laughed.
"Happy birthday, Harry," said Ginny and she hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Hermione was next and she squeezed Harry tightly and kissed him on the cheek as well. "Happy birthday," she said happily.
"Oh, dear brother?" said George.
"Yes?" asked Fred, his arm still around Draco's shoulders.
"Do you - I mean - do you think we should give young Mr. Potter a kiss as well?" George asked, pretending to blush.
Fred hopped forward again. "I - I simply don't know. I feel all hot and bothered at the very thought," he said in a high, girlish voice.
Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then, "I think we simply must," said George. And before Harry could dash away, the twins had grabbed his arms and given him huge, sloppy, wet kisses on either cheek.
Harry scrunched his nose up and wiped at his face. "You two are insufferable," he said.
Fred and George laughed. "Don't get turned on now, Harry," said Fred, waggling his finger in Harry's face.
Harry flushed and shook his head again.
Draco flushed more than Harry did, even his ears turning pink. He was, for the moment, speechless.
Mrs. Weasley threw dirty looks at the twins and then moved forward to hug Harry. "I hope you don't mind us throwing you a party," she said, smiling. "It's not everyday someone turns seventeen."
Harry smiled too. "No, it's brilliant," he said. "Thank you."
"The party won't be until later," Mrs. Weasley continued. "We'll wait until everyone gets here."
"Everyone?" asked Harry.
"Oh, yes, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, coming up and shaking Harry's hand. "Mostly the entire Order is coming."
Remus walked up to Harry and held his hand out too, smiling. "Congratulations, son. Welcome to your majority," he said seriously.
Harry smiled and shook his hand. "Thanks," he said.
Remus took Harry's hand and pulled him in to a hug, patting his back with the other. "Lily and James would be proud," he said quietly.
Harry closed his eyes and smiled as he hugged Lupin. "Thank you," he said meaningfully, leaning back and looking at Lupin with bright eyes.
Lupin's eyes were watering and in a quiet voice he added, "And so would Sirius."
Harry smiled softly. "I know," he said quietly and right then, he knew what he wanted to do for Lupin, but it would have to wait.
Remus turned his face away, wiping away unshed tears.
Everyone in the room was watching; all of them smiling happily, but sadly too.
Harry smiled at Lupin again and finally turned away, allowing him to wipe his sadness away without someone watching him.
After a few moments, Ron said, "Open your presents from us now, mate."
"You guys got me presents?" Harry asked.
"'Course we did," said Ron.
"But you've been here," said Harry.
"It's called having a mum, Harry."
"You guys didn't have to get me presents."
"But we did," said Ginny, smiling. "Can he open them, Mum?"
"Yes, I suppose," said Mrs. Weasley, a little choked up. "Just while all the family's here."
Harry smiled softly as Mrs. Weasley ushered him over to the table.
"Go and get them, Ron," she said.
Ron huffed but left the room, returning a minute later with a bag full of packages.
Draco leaned against the wall, smiling and watching. He felt sadly distant from it all. He wasn't jealous, but he was aware that there had been no celebrations on his birthday.
Harry opened up a predictable, but nice sweater from Mrs. Weasley that he put on right there, a few Quidditch magazines and a small box of chocolate frogs from Ron, a few books on how to be a good leader from Hermione, cologne from Bill and Fleur that Bill said Fleur had insisted upon, an interesting book about strategy and advanced wand work from Charlie, and a new outfit from Ginny that Harry suspected he might look very good in.
When he came to Fred and George's gift, Fred pulled it out of his hands. "I wouldn't open that here if I were you, mate," he said, ginning wickedly.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You might want to take a look at it later, but make sure we're there, because we want to see the look on you face," said George mischievously.
Harry's eyes widened. "What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, you'll find out later," said Fred. "While Mum isn't around."
Mrs. Weasley eyed the twins suspiciously. "What is that?" she asked.
"You don't want to know, Mum," said George.
Mrs. Weasley shook her head, but wisely, didn't press the subject.
Draco's eyebrows rose to his hairline at that and he flushed again. He remembered some of the twins’ comments at the shop.
Harry pushed the ominous gift back inside the bag, not really sure if he wanted to open it at all.
Fred and George snickered.
"Is everyone hungry?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
There were lots of "Yeahs" and "Mmhmms" and Mrs. Weasley started to prepare breakfast.
Draco walked up behind Harry and laid his hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "That looks like it may have possibilities," he said.
Harry snorted. "I'm afraid to know," he said weakly, staring at the bag.
Draco smirked and sat down next to Harry, reaching to hold his hand in his. He looked up at Bill and Fleur. "So how was the honeymoon?" he asked in a polite tone.
Bill grinned and Fleur's face lit up beautifully. "Oh, eet was seemply wonderful," she said happily. "So romantic. You would never believe." Fleur loved talking to Draco, Harry could tell.
"It was rather good," said Bill, nodding.
"Where did you go?" Draco asked, smiling at her happiness.
"We went to ze most gorgeous Wizardeeng veelliage in Italy. Very close to 'ere, but so beautiful. Eet truly was just amazing." She sighed happily.
Bill smiled too. "Yes, very romantic. And very friendly people there too. We stayed at one of the resorts. Great service, great food, just a great trip." He chuckled and then sighed. "Probably would've been better if the panic wasn't starting to spread there as well, but let's not talk about that sort of stuff. It's Harry's birthday."
Harry grinned. "Sounds like you had a wonderful time."
"Oh, we deed," said Fleur.
Draco chatted amicably with Fleur and Bill, realizing how much he liked the couple. Fleur would occasionally slip into French and it would be a few minutes before someone would remind them to speak English.
Harry watched Draco, his face full of love and adoration.
It wasn't long before Mrs. Weasley was serving the food and they were all eating happily, chatting and managing to not bring up the war.