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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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31
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43,522
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301
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1
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In Celebration
Chapter Number/Total: 25/31
Chapter Title: In Celebration
Words: 2471 Words
Draco woke early the next morning, Harry snuggled against him, and he smiled when he realised both of them had made it through the night without a nightmare waking them. He lay holding and petting Harry as sunlight filled the room.
Harry woke slowly and gently. It was a new experience. At first he just lay in Draco's arms as he gradually woke up completely.
"Morning, love," Draco whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head.
"Morning," Harry mumbled tiredly, reaching up to cover his mouth when he yawned.
"I could hold you forever." Draco nuzzled his lover’s black hair.
"Forever and ever," Harry said softly, feeling completely relaxed and safe. "Right?"
Draco reached fingers to tip Harry's face up, looking into his eyes. "You like that idea?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, I think I do," Harry replied, blushing softly. "Do you?"
Draco smiled again, heart beating faster as his fingers began stroking Harry's lips. "Do you know how I feel about you?"
"Tell me," Harry whispered, wanting to hear him say it.
"I love you, Harry," Draco said, trembling at the confession. He had not expected to say it. Had told himself he wouldn't, but there it was.
Harry's eyes widened, waiting for Draco to say that he was joking, that he didn't really mean it. But after a long moment, nothing happened. Draco really did love him. He didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, Harry," Draco whispered, heart clenching painfully. "You don't have to feel that way about me. I will still take care of you."
"I just ... I don't get it," Harry said softly, frowning and chewing his lip. He didn't really. He didn't know why Draco was so nice to him, wanted him. The other man was beautiful and could probably have any number of people. Anyone else.
"You don't have to get it, Harry. Maybe I shouldn't have told you, but it is true," Draco said.
"Thank you for telling me," Harry told him, sliding his arms around Draco and hugging him.
Draco sighed, holding him for another minute. He tried not to feel disappointed. "Breakfast?" he asked.
Harry leaned back to look at Draco. He wasn't sure if he understood how it felt to love someone, and while he could've said that he loved Draco back, he wanted to be completely sure that he did. He hoped it wouldn't upset Draco. "Yes, okay."
They got up, dressed and went to breakfast. Kreacher had the meal waiting for them. When the Daily Prophet came, Draco was almost afraid to look and sighed in relief when he saw the headline.
Harry leaned over a little to see what Draco was looking at to find out what was going on, his own heart beating fast in anticipation of news of the trial.
"You did it," Draco said, and held up the paper. The headline read: "McLaggen Gets Life in Azkaban."
Harry slowly began to smile, feeling happy and relieved at the same time. He would never have to face McLaggen again and the man wouldn't be able to kill anyone else. "That's great," he whispered, staring at the newspaper.
"So," Draco grinned, sitting down beside him. "Shall we go on that date tonight?"
"You wanted to go tonight?" Harry asked, his skin colouring in both delight and nervousness. "Where?"
Draco smiled, hand reaching for Harry's. "Anywhere you like," he promised. "We should celebrate."
"Well, I only went to that place in Hogsmeade on a date once," Harry said, remembering the disastrous one with Cho. "Maybe we can just go to the Three Broomsticks ... or the Leaky Cauldron."
"There are nicer places than those in the wizarding world," Draco observed. "Or we could even go to a Muggle place if you don't want to be recognised."
"I'd like that better," Harry breathed, looking up at Draco, feeling relief. "The Muggle place. Thank you.”
***
Draco made the arrangements, actually owling someone he knew from work to get the name of a Muggle restaurant. They couldn't go as upscale as he would like since they didn't own Muggles clothes that would fit in such a place. Finally, dressed in button-down shirts and pressed trousers, they were ready.
Harry was nervous about going out in public, but it wasn't as bad because he was thinking that no one would really know who he was.
"Just a couple of blokes out for dinner," Draco assured him as they stepped out of the house.
Harry smiled a little and nodded, squeezing Draco's hand. "Sure we are."
Draco grinned and then Apparated them to a quiet road a couple of streets from the restaurant. It was a little Italian place, good food and wine but not something that would catch attention. The Maitre d' seated them and handed them their menus.
Harry slowly looked through the menu, reading over each item. "I never know what to get," he said, biting his lip.
"Whatever you like, Harry," Draco assured him. The waiter arrived, telling them the specials for the evening.
Harry didn't even recognise much of what was on the menu and it made him nervous. He eventually chose spaghetti with clam sauce, holding out the menu for the waiter who smiled brightly at him.
Draco ordered the linguine with shrimp that was the special and Sauvignon blanc, a wine that would work with both their dishes.
"Never had wine before," Harry said as he watched the waiter walk away. He had a sudden flash of memory and pushed it aside. He remembered Voldemort had given him some wine laced with a potion, but that wasn’t something he was willing to even think about, let alone mention.
Both of Draco's eyebrows shot up at that comment. "Well," he said slowly, "there are many different types."
"I thought there was only the red one," Harry said, looking back at Draco.
Draco smiled, shaking his head. "Red is a colour, not a type," he teased. "And since we both ordered pasta with seafood, I have ordered Sauvignon blanc, a type of white wine. The name is French, and actually means 'wild white' because the green grapes it is made from are indigenous to Southwest France."
"Right," Harry said, nodding slowly. "White wine, then."
The waiter brought the wine and Draco went through tasting and approval, then lifted his glass to Harry. "A toast to your courage," he said softly.
Harry had a momentary flash to a toast he'd witnessed between Lucius and Voldemort. It sent a shiver down his spine, but he forced the memory away from him and lifted his glass as well. He took a small sip. "Thank you. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you," he told Draco.
Draco smiled, sipping as well. He wanted Harry to be well enough to do whatever he wanted to do in his life. But he also felt selfishly happy to be needed by him as well.
Harry took another sip, and settled back into his chair, deciding that he liked the wine. He ended up finishing his glass before Draco and set it down, reaching for the bottle to pour some more for himself.
Draco arched an eyebrow but didn't stop Harry as the man started on a second glass. The waiter brought their food. Harry did seem to be loosening up a bit with the wine. Maybe too much, Draco smirked, as Harry dipped his bread in the olive oil and managed to drip it on his shirt.
"Why do they call it wine?" Harry murmured, swirling the small bit he had left in the glass while looking closely at the nearly clear liquid. He was beginning to feel really loose and happy, like nothing could really ruin the night.
Draco smiled in amusement, realising the other man was drunk now. "It's from the Latin, vînum," he answered.
Harry tried repeating it a few times to himself, stumbling over the word. "Weird ... wine does sound better."
Draco talked a bit about what it had been like to live in France. He had really enjoyed many aspects of it even if he had missed his home. They ate their pasta and Draco found it was surprisingly good. When the meal waiter brought the bill, Draco pulled out the Muggle money he had brought to pay with and spent a minute figuring out which bills were which.
Harry grinned up at the waiter when he came back and thanked him for the food.
Draco shook his head and got to his feet, reaching both hands to help Harry get up as if he weren't sure if the man would be able to, otherwise.
Harry wasn't as stable as he thought he would be, wobbling unsteadily. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he said, laughing a little.
Draco put an arm around Harry, leading him out. He ignored stares from some of the restaurant patrons. "Let me get you home," he said, voice full of affection.
"Home. Can we get more wine?" Harry asked as they left, leaning on Draco for support. "I really liked it. Did you?"
Draco grinned, nodding. "It was a nice wine and we can get more, but I think that is enough for one night," he said, leading Harry to a place between the buildings where he could Apparate them home. Once outside number twelve, he led him up the steps.
"Aww," Harry whined, wanting more wine right now. "Soon, then? Say yes ....”
"Yes, if you like," Draco agreed, opening the door and pulling Harry inside the house. He locked it behind them and began removing Harry's coat.
"Don't stop there," Harry said, his cheeks flushed as he watched Draco take off his coat.
"You want me to strip you right here in the hall?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
Draco grinned and began to do just that, unbuttoning Harry's shirt and kissing his skin as he peeled back the fabric.
Harry bit his lip softly and let his head fall back, sighing at the feeling. "Trousers too," he whispered.
"I'll get there," Draco assured him, tossing Harry's shirt aside before sliding his hands over the man's chest and then down to the waist of the trousers. He bent to kiss him as he unfastened them.
Harry leaned up into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, wanting much more than he was getting at the moment. He felt hot and eager.
Draco managed the buttons and pushed them down with Harry's shorts over his hips, hands sliding back up his thighs and up his sides as he kissed him.
Harry shivered, his arms tightening around Draco as he stepped out of the clothes. "Upstairs?" he asked, sounding a little out of breath.
Draco didn't hesitate, pulling Harry tight against him and Apparating them to the bedroom.
Harry fell back on the bed with a laugh, reaching both hands out for Draco to join him.
The blond laughed and hurriedly stripped his own clothes off, climbing in after Harry.
Harry wanted Draco as close as he could be, wanting to feel his body against his own hot skin. "Draco ....”
"Yes, Harry," Draco answered, taking him into his arms and moaning at the feel of Harry's body sliding against his own. "Oh, yes."
Harry gently moved against him, kissing Draco along the curve between his jaw and his neck. "Draco, can I make love to you?"
"Yes, please," Draco whispered, lying back and pulling Harry atop him. It was exciting to have Harry so unguarded and eager.
Harry didn't want to wait very long as he reached for his wand and whispered the Lubricant Spell that Draco always said, then gently spreading Draco's legs and moving his fingers down to rub against his entrance.
"Gods, yes," Draco responded enthusiastically. Maybe a little wine was a good idea where Harry was concerned. His behaviour was so much more like the way Draco had imagined Harry would have been in bed without the trauma.
Harry slid two fingers inside, still not wanting to wait for Draco to adjust with just one. "I like how you feel," he said, leaning down to kiss his chest. "It's always so hot and tight ....”
Draco gasped, spreading his legs wider. "Yes, hot for you," he whispered, his own cock twitching against his belly. He reached to touch himself, helping him relax and ready himself for Harry.
"Only for me," Harry whispered, moving the fingers in and out of him quickly, needing to make sure that he was stretched enough before moving on.
"Yes, love, yes," Draco encouraged, arching his hips up, fingers sliding his own foreskin up and down as he panted.
Once his fingers were moving in and out easily enough, Harry cast Unguentatus again, this time to slick himself. "You ready?" he asked, already moving up and positioning himself.
Draco looked up into those beautiful green eyes and smiled, nodding. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry smiled a little back, leaning down to press his lips against Draco's as he began to push inside of him, moaning at the fantastic feeling of Draco's body.
Draco's hands came up to grasp Harry's shoulders, fingers kneading flesh as he felt his lover's thickness filling him. It felt amazingly good, right in a way he couldn't explain.
Harry waited until Draco adjusted before he began to move, rolling his hips in quick short thrusts.
Draco gasped, one hand reaching to stroke Harry's hair as he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.
Harry's eyes were squeezed shut as he continued to thrust, panting hard. "I wish I could ... do this forever," he whispered, kissing Draco a few times.
"Yes, forever," Draco echoed, returning the kisses. He reached down again to grasp his own cock, pulling in time with Harry's thrusts now.
"Want you forever," Harry was groaning as he snapped his hips harder, hands tangled in the sheets as he gripped them on both sides of Draco's body.
"Yours," Draco agreed, panting quickly now as he got closer.
"Close," Harry warned, thrusting as hard as he could, burying his face in Draco's neck.
Draco stroked himself faster, feeling Harry's cock pulsing inside him. Then he came, his own body spasming and his hand wrapped around Harry's hair, holding him desperately against himself.
Harry came a moment after Draco, his back arching as he groaned out Draco's name.
"Oh, love," Draco whispered into Harry's hair, petting him and shuddering.
"Draco," Harry gasped over and over, shifting and letting himself slide out of Draco.
"Harry," the blond whispered, eyes closed as he lay happy and sated under his lover.
After a while Harry moved to lie down next to Draco, curling up with a yawn. "Sleepy," he whispered, resting his head on Draco's chest.
"I can imagine," Draco smirked, snuggling him and wondering if Harry had had enough wine to have a hangover in the morning.
Harry rubbed his cheek against Draco's chest before he slowly fell asleep, thinking about how wonderful his night out with Draco had been.
Chapter Title: In Celebration
Words: 2471 Words
Draco woke early the next morning, Harry snuggled against him, and he smiled when he realised both of them had made it through the night without a nightmare waking them. He lay holding and petting Harry as sunlight filled the room.
Harry woke slowly and gently. It was a new experience. At first he just lay in Draco's arms as he gradually woke up completely.
"Morning, love," Draco whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head.
"Morning," Harry mumbled tiredly, reaching up to cover his mouth when he yawned.
"I could hold you forever." Draco nuzzled his lover’s black hair.
"Forever and ever," Harry said softly, feeling completely relaxed and safe. "Right?"
Draco reached fingers to tip Harry's face up, looking into his eyes. "You like that idea?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, I think I do," Harry replied, blushing softly. "Do you?"
Draco smiled again, heart beating faster as his fingers began stroking Harry's lips. "Do you know how I feel about you?"
"Tell me," Harry whispered, wanting to hear him say it.
"I love you, Harry," Draco said, trembling at the confession. He had not expected to say it. Had told himself he wouldn't, but there it was.
Harry's eyes widened, waiting for Draco to say that he was joking, that he didn't really mean it. But after a long moment, nothing happened. Draco really did love him. He didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, Harry," Draco whispered, heart clenching painfully. "You don't have to feel that way about me. I will still take care of you."
"I just ... I don't get it," Harry said softly, frowning and chewing his lip. He didn't really. He didn't know why Draco was so nice to him, wanted him. The other man was beautiful and could probably have any number of people. Anyone else.
"You don't have to get it, Harry. Maybe I shouldn't have told you, but it is true," Draco said.
"Thank you for telling me," Harry told him, sliding his arms around Draco and hugging him.
Draco sighed, holding him for another minute. He tried not to feel disappointed. "Breakfast?" he asked.
Harry leaned back to look at Draco. He wasn't sure if he understood how it felt to love someone, and while he could've said that he loved Draco back, he wanted to be completely sure that he did. He hoped it wouldn't upset Draco. "Yes, okay."
They got up, dressed and went to breakfast. Kreacher had the meal waiting for them. When the Daily Prophet came, Draco was almost afraid to look and sighed in relief when he saw the headline.
Harry leaned over a little to see what Draco was looking at to find out what was going on, his own heart beating fast in anticipation of news of the trial.
"You did it," Draco said, and held up the paper. The headline read: "McLaggen Gets Life in Azkaban."
Harry slowly began to smile, feeling happy and relieved at the same time. He would never have to face McLaggen again and the man wouldn't be able to kill anyone else. "That's great," he whispered, staring at the newspaper.
"So," Draco grinned, sitting down beside him. "Shall we go on that date tonight?"
"You wanted to go tonight?" Harry asked, his skin colouring in both delight and nervousness. "Where?"
Draco smiled, hand reaching for Harry's. "Anywhere you like," he promised. "We should celebrate."
"Well, I only went to that place in Hogsmeade on a date once," Harry said, remembering the disastrous one with Cho. "Maybe we can just go to the Three Broomsticks ... or the Leaky Cauldron."
"There are nicer places than those in the wizarding world," Draco observed. "Or we could even go to a Muggle place if you don't want to be recognised."
"I'd like that better," Harry breathed, looking up at Draco, feeling relief. "The Muggle place. Thank you.”
***
Draco made the arrangements, actually owling someone he knew from work to get the name of a Muggle restaurant. They couldn't go as upscale as he would like since they didn't own Muggles clothes that would fit in such a place. Finally, dressed in button-down shirts and pressed trousers, they were ready.
Harry was nervous about going out in public, but it wasn't as bad because he was thinking that no one would really know who he was.
"Just a couple of blokes out for dinner," Draco assured him as they stepped out of the house.
Harry smiled a little and nodded, squeezing Draco's hand. "Sure we are."
Draco grinned and then Apparated them to a quiet road a couple of streets from the restaurant. It was a little Italian place, good food and wine but not something that would catch attention. The Maitre d' seated them and handed them their menus.
Harry slowly looked through the menu, reading over each item. "I never know what to get," he said, biting his lip.
"Whatever you like, Harry," Draco assured him. The waiter arrived, telling them the specials for the evening.
Harry didn't even recognise much of what was on the menu and it made him nervous. He eventually chose spaghetti with clam sauce, holding out the menu for the waiter who smiled brightly at him.
Draco ordered the linguine with shrimp that was the special and Sauvignon blanc, a wine that would work with both their dishes.
"Never had wine before," Harry said as he watched the waiter walk away. He had a sudden flash of memory and pushed it aside. He remembered Voldemort had given him some wine laced with a potion, but that wasn’t something he was willing to even think about, let alone mention.
Both of Draco's eyebrows shot up at that comment. "Well," he said slowly, "there are many different types."
"I thought there was only the red one," Harry said, looking back at Draco.
Draco smiled, shaking his head. "Red is a colour, not a type," he teased. "And since we both ordered pasta with seafood, I have ordered Sauvignon blanc, a type of white wine. The name is French, and actually means 'wild white' because the green grapes it is made from are indigenous to Southwest France."
"Right," Harry said, nodding slowly. "White wine, then."
The waiter brought the wine and Draco went through tasting and approval, then lifted his glass to Harry. "A toast to your courage," he said softly.
Harry had a momentary flash to a toast he'd witnessed between Lucius and Voldemort. It sent a shiver down his spine, but he forced the memory away from him and lifted his glass as well. He took a small sip. "Thank you. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you," he told Draco.
Draco smiled, sipping as well. He wanted Harry to be well enough to do whatever he wanted to do in his life. But he also felt selfishly happy to be needed by him as well.
Harry took another sip, and settled back into his chair, deciding that he liked the wine. He ended up finishing his glass before Draco and set it down, reaching for the bottle to pour some more for himself.
Draco arched an eyebrow but didn't stop Harry as the man started on a second glass. The waiter brought their food. Harry did seem to be loosening up a bit with the wine. Maybe too much, Draco smirked, as Harry dipped his bread in the olive oil and managed to drip it on his shirt.
"Why do they call it wine?" Harry murmured, swirling the small bit he had left in the glass while looking closely at the nearly clear liquid. He was beginning to feel really loose and happy, like nothing could really ruin the night.
Draco smiled in amusement, realising the other man was drunk now. "It's from the Latin, vînum," he answered.
Harry tried repeating it a few times to himself, stumbling over the word. "Weird ... wine does sound better."
Draco talked a bit about what it had been like to live in France. He had really enjoyed many aspects of it even if he had missed his home. They ate their pasta and Draco found it was surprisingly good. When the meal waiter brought the bill, Draco pulled out the Muggle money he had brought to pay with and spent a minute figuring out which bills were which.
Harry grinned up at the waiter when he came back and thanked him for the food.
Draco shook his head and got to his feet, reaching both hands to help Harry get up as if he weren't sure if the man would be able to, otherwise.
Harry wasn't as stable as he thought he would be, wobbling unsteadily. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he said, laughing a little.
Draco put an arm around Harry, leading him out. He ignored stares from some of the restaurant patrons. "Let me get you home," he said, voice full of affection.
"Home. Can we get more wine?" Harry asked as they left, leaning on Draco for support. "I really liked it. Did you?"
Draco grinned, nodding. "It was a nice wine and we can get more, but I think that is enough for one night," he said, leading Harry to a place between the buildings where he could Apparate them home. Once outside number twelve, he led him up the steps.
"Aww," Harry whined, wanting more wine right now. "Soon, then? Say yes ....”
"Yes, if you like," Draco agreed, opening the door and pulling Harry inside the house. He locked it behind them and began removing Harry's coat.
"Don't stop there," Harry said, his cheeks flushed as he watched Draco take off his coat.
"You want me to strip you right here in the hall?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
Draco grinned and began to do just that, unbuttoning Harry's shirt and kissing his skin as he peeled back the fabric.
Harry bit his lip softly and let his head fall back, sighing at the feeling. "Trousers too," he whispered.
"I'll get there," Draco assured him, tossing Harry's shirt aside before sliding his hands over the man's chest and then down to the waist of the trousers. He bent to kiss him as he unfastened them.
Harry leaned up into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, wanting much more than he was getting at the moment. He felt hot and eager.
Draco managed the buttons and pushed them down with Harry's shorts over his hips, hands sliding back up his thighs and up his sides as he kissed him.
Harry shivered, his arms tightening around Draco as he stepped out of the clothes. "Upstairs?" he asked, sounding a little out of breath.
Draco didn't hesitate, pulling Harry tight against him and Apparating them to the bedroom.
Harry fell back on the bed with a laugh, reaching both hands out for Draco to join him.
The blond laughed and hurriedly stripped his own clothes off, climbing in after Harry.
Harry wanted Draco as close as he could be, wanting to feel his body against his own hot skin. "Draco ....”
"Yes, Harry," Draco answered, taking him into his arms and moaning at the feel of Harry's body sliding against his own. "Oh, yes."
Harry gently moved against him, kissing Draco along the curve between his jaw and his neck. "Draco, can I make love to you?"
"Yes, please," Draco whispered, lying back and pulling Harry atop him. It was exciting to have Harry so unguarded and eager.
Harry didn't want to wait very long as he reached for his wand and whispered the Lubricant Spell that Draco always said, then gently spreading Draco's legs and moving his fingers down to rub against his entrance.
"Gods, yes," Draco responded enthusiastically. Maybe a little wine was a good idea where Harry was concerned. His behaviour was so much more like the way Draco had imagined Harry would have been in bed without the trauma.
Harry slid two fingers inside, still not wanting to wait for Draco to adjust with just one. "I like how you feel," he said, leaning down to kiss his chest. "It's always so hot and tight ....”
Draco gasped, spreading his legs wider. "Yes, hot for you," he whispered, his own cock twitching against his belly. He reached to touch himself, helping him relax and ready himself for Harry.
"Only for me," Harry whispered, moving the fingers in and out of him quickly, needing to make sure that he was stretched enough before moving on.
"Yes, love, yes," Draco encouraged, arching his hips up, fingers sliding his own foreskin up and down as he panted.
Once his fingers were moving in and out easily enough, Harry cast Unguentatus again, this time to slick himself. "You ready?" he asked, already moving up and positioning himself.
Draco looked up into those beautiful green eyes and smiled, nodding. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry smiled a little back, leaning down to press his lips against Draco's as he began to push inside of him, moaning at the fantastic feeling of Draco's body.
Draco's hands came up to grasp Harry's shoulders, fingers kneading flesh as he felt his lover's thickness filling him. It felt amazingly good, right in a way he couldn't explain.
Harry waited until Draco adjusted before he began to move, rolling his hips in quick short thrusts.
Draco gasped, one hand reaching to stroke Harry's hair as he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.
Harry's eyes were squeezed shut as he continued to thrust, panting hard. "I wish I could ... do this forever," he whispered, kissing Draco a few times.
"Yes, forever," Draco echoed, returning the kisses. He reached down again to grasp his own cock, pulling in time with Harry's thrusts now.
"Want you forever," Harry was groaning as he snapped his hips harder, hands tangled in the sheets as he gripped them on both sides of Draco's body.
"Yours," Draco agreed, panting quickly now as he got closer.
"Close," Harry warned, thrusting as hard as he could, burying his face in Draco's neck.
Draco stroked himself faster, feeling Harry's cock pulsing inside him. Then he came, his own body spasming and his hand wrapped around Harry's hair, holding him desperately against himself.
Harry came a moment after Draco, his back arching as he groaned out Draco's name.
"Oh, love," Draco whispered into Harry's hair, petting him and shuddering.
"Draco," Harry gasped over and over, shifting and letting himself slide out of Draco.
"Harry," the blond whispered, eyes closed as he lay happy and sated under his lover.
After a while Harry moved to lie down next to Draco, curling up with a yawn. "Sleepy," he whispered, resting his head on Draco's chest.
"I can imagine," Draco smirked, snuggling him and wondering if Harry had had enough wine to have a hangover in the morning.
Harry rubbed his cheek against Draco's chest before he slowly fell asleep, thinking about how wonderful his night out with Draco had been.