All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 30 'Heaven On Earth'

Two slightly bedraggled and dizzy boys returned to Hogwarts several hours later than expected. Blessedly, Professor McGonagall rarely stalked the halls these days, and it wasn't actually past any properly set curfew.

They made it to their suite with only a few hellos from fellow students en route to Hogsmeade. They settled in and changed out of their dress clothes, pausing only to slake the seemingly unquenchable lust of Harry's libido one last time.

Draco was glassy-eyed and mellow all evening, but sadly unable to concentrate on even his simplest homework. His legs had gone rubbery before they'd even left the manor, and this last round was vigorous enough to steal the last of his energy for the day.

Harry stayed up just a bit later, sorting through his homework and trying to speed the process of catching up as much as possible.

Strangely, this time, it was Harry who was wonderfully energized by their love-making. He felt like a marathon runner reaching his peak high. At this point, he was actually restraining himself until tomorrow out of respect for the tired, cute and thoroughly shagged out little blonde that was already asleep next to him.

Sunday would be a good day; off all day, just homework to catch up on...maybe some time to visit with friends, but mostly...mostly just Draco with him all day and within reach.

He felt just a little wicked and demanding, out of place for Harry, but this was sex!...with his boyfriend! He wanted it, and the last week had been so crazy, that they hadn't had much chance, but now he had a day in front of him that offered up a perfect opportunity to catch up on more than homework...and he wasn't wasting it! Harry finally drifted to bed with visions of orgiastic Sunday adventures floating through his half-conscious mind.

When Sunday morning came, they made the most of it. No starving urgency or wild pouncing, just the langourous melding of vaguely sleep-muddled bodies finding their way slowly but surely into each other. It was a soft and sensual start to an exceptionally good day.

Draco lounged in the shower afterwards, thoroughly scrubbing himself clean of the last day's activities and mulling over his good fortune. He was getting a taste of paradise to come. Harry was in good spirits, and horny as a satyr of legend. Draco had been intoxicated by sex since the night before, and each aftermath had grown increasingly savage and all consuming, only to be followed by another even more passionate round of intercourse.

After this morning's wake up, he was dangerously giddy. Dangerous only because he felt a need to display a little decorum in public, and that might not be possible while singing love songs at the top of his lungs.

He was very visibly aglow with happiness. He and Harry had urgently needed some time like this and yesterday. So much difficulty and worry, only to have it all fade away and give them a chance at peace. Draco let out a soft sigh when he scrubbed the tender place between his legs. It was almost too much...just too much to be real.

Today had only started and Harry had already read Draco's mood and done everything just so right. Now there was a twinkle in Draco's eye that couldn't have been extinguished with a firehose! He was almost giggling to himself with pleasure when Harry popped into the shower beside him.

"Sorry, love, I just couldn't wait any longer. Thinking of you in here, naked, wet, steamy...alone."

Harry immediately went to work on Draco's neck and that was the ruin of him right there. When Harry gently nipped just below his ear Draco felt himself melt inside. A hunger that should have been impossible to sustain flared to life in his belly, and he couldn't hold in the moan of desire that escaped him. Then they were at it again, only slightly less gently than the time before, after all...Harry wasn't a COMPLETE animal. Draco had come once already that morning, and despite only showing a modest erection he 'came' the 'other way' twice in the shower before Harry reached his climactic peak and unleashed another brief flood into Draco's voluptuous warmth.

Draco felt magnificent; reborn, albeit slightly dizzy, but mostly he felt wanted, needed and desired. This was a food for his soul that he'd starved for all his life. It made him feel even more beautiful than he quite rightly knew he was.

A slightly frightening happiness had seeped into every pore of him that made him want to hug the world one person at a time and share his happiness with them. It was alien and discomforting, but he really didn't care. This was heaven on earth; feeling like this...satiated in every way, always aware of his lover's restless need for him, adored and caressed...utterly content.

He'd been so very wrong weeks ago. Any price was worth this. Any trials and any pains or losses along the way were nothing compared to the dizzying heights of pleasure that made up his days with Harry.

Sunday was a sensual feast for the both of them, followed by appearing together in the great hall for lunch, parting only briefly to make contact with friends and drop invitations to their suite for that night.

Ron, Hermione, Blaise and Pansy all promised to make it over for a first 'experimental' Slytherin/Gryffindor gathering over supper. In the late afternoon they visited a few places on the grounds of Hogwarts together, idly chatting and holding hands, before Draco left for Hogsmeade to shop for a few needed things. All thoughts of Lucius and the Kiss, or of Voldemort's scheming, had been laid to rest in the face of a very good day.

Harry returned to their rooms early to study, and Draco enjoyed his time in Hogsmeade thoroughly. He found Gladrags as helpful as always, quickly providing him with some wardrobe changes that reflected his rapidly improving mood, as well as some other clothing that just might make Harry look stunning.

These were not the cast off rags of Harry's childhood, these were the things of fashion magazines and uptown stores that most students never saw, but stores like Gladrags and Madame Malkins had a unique private stock for customers like Draco, and he took the fullest advantage of that. He'd have Harry dressing like royalty before he was done.

That body urgently needed to be displayed in clothes that flattered it properly. Then there were chocolates and small gifts for Slytherins who excelled in the new programs that would soon be starting. There were also party favors he was purchasing for Pansy's well-planned gatherings. Finally, he indulged himself in purchasing a few Muggle items, music and magazines he enjoyed.

He'd have been burdened with packages, but for the blessing of Shrinking Charms. As it was, he strolled from Hogsmeade with a single bag weighing only a few ounces. He left without incident, but Slytherin instincts made him aware of something just a hint out of order.

He noticed a few people about the streets, hard eyed, forceful, watchful people. Then he remembered Harry's vision. These people didn't have the look of Death Eaters, but of guardians. Aurors, lots of them, all dressed casually and mingling with the townsfolk, but all sharp-eyed and ready. This brought back the ugly reality of the war, a barbed reminder of what Harry had seen in his vision.

What if he really was going to die? He'd just been down the streets Harry had seen him killed on. How long until something happened? The war couldn't remain on hold forever.

This line of thought had to stop...it was much too fine a day to waste it by being afraid. There would be a time for serious thoughts...this was not it. Draco returned to the castle with only a little of his giddy cheerfulness dimmed, and mentally vowed to have Harry fix that after their company left this evening.

The supper was a complete success in every way. Despite a lot of differences, everyone came to the table in their room (which Draco had enlarged with careful use of a Growth Charm) ready to get along with former rivals.

As there was no lingering bad blood between the lot of them, it was an easy time, enjoyed by all. Granger had chipped in thoughts on the mentoring program, much to Blaise's delight, and Ron actually preened and blushed while Pansy shamelessly poked fun at him without resorting to a single hurtful subject. Every gentle mockery was tied to a kind word that made the humor go down well. Pansy and Hermione rolled their eyes in mutual feigned disgust at the way Harry and Draco fawned all over each other, and Ron and Blaise had managed to kill half the evening discussing Quidditch strategy.

Thanks to Harry's faithful fans among the house-elves, there was food aplenty and treats along with dessert, so no one left hungry or angry, and, for a mix of Slytherins and Gryffindors, that stood as rare indeed.

Draco and Harry returned their suite to its original state with happy dispatch, still aglow from the good energy of company and dinner. Then Draco began the lengthy process of unpacking his purchases and introducing Harry to his new wardrobe.

The irony of Draco's concept of Harry looking sexy in colors that seemed to gravitate toward Slytherin's green and black was not lost on Harry. Of course, when Draco pouted and expressed concern that Harry didn't want to look good even for him, well, that put a stop to the ribbing. After all, it wasn't like everything he'd gotten Harry had those colors...just the most expensive and impressive items. However, he had indulged in getting Harry flannel boxers (Harry really couldn't fit comfortably in any other kind of undergarment) in Gryffindor colors, complete with a lion rampant stitched down each side.

The purchases Draco had made for himself were somewhat more risque. Things that made Harry's eyes widen and occasionally made his mouth water. Still favoring Draco's inclination toward black and green, but so very little of it, considering that the undergarments he'd purchased were very nearly scraps of expensive cloth that merely implied that covering anything was purest pretense on the wearer's part.

The way these things would look on Draco threatened mayhem in Harry's mind. Not that he hadn't been well sated the last night and day, but he felt a sudden twitch in his lap as he imagined these, and only these, things on his lover's body.

When all was put away or stored for future use, they lounged in bed quietly, just comfortable in the knowledge of each other's closeness, going over little plans for the week to come.

The lights were out when they curled into bed, not desperate to be in each other's arms as before, but utterly at peace with themselves and the little home they'd made for themselves in Hogwarts.

This was a union of spirits, not the simple joining of bodies, and every touch between them was a secret and silent language of awe and wonder. Neither broke the spell of adoration and love that hung over them, siphoning away the petty cruelties of the world. Instead, they made a gentle revelry of all that was to be cherished between them, and, when they met slumber at last, it was without regret or fear of days to come.

Their week was a happy blur, unmarred by war or troubles. Small gatherings with friends, classes that flowed smoothly, plans that unfolded as hoped...and even quiet and simple detentions for Harry.

He managed to catch up all that he had missed in the panicked days of previous weeks, and still had time to make gains in his practice of Occlumency. With Dumbledore's skillful coaching, Harry made quick leaps forward in his deft use of Occlumency, and though Snape taught him on Thursdays instead of Dumbledore, even that went passing well.

Snape was still possessed of a droll wit that frequently targeted Harry, but at least the looks of loathing and menace had dimmed. Even Draco's phasing in of the mentoring program moved forward without incident.

In a couple of weeks they would be the guests of honor at Pansy's first Slytherin hosted bash, and that promised to be a party of epic proportions. Best of all, McGonagall had taken note of Harry's earnest labor at his studies, calm demeanor, and general sense of well being. She decreed his detentions would last for only one more week, now for only one hour each night, though he was still barred from going into town.

Harry's well being and Draco's were more intertwined than Minerva McGonagall quite realized. Their energy and good humor that week were largely fueled by antics that would have made rabbits look like celibate monks! No part of their suite remained 'unchristened' (including the desk) and they had long since moved on to exploring as many of Hogwarts 'quiet' places as possible, up to and including several of the larger closets.

If they seemed a bit fresh faced and cheerful that week, it was largely due the fact that, on any given day, there were rarely six hours in a row that didn't see them ravaging one another with joyous abandon. Far from exhausting themselves, they discovered just how much more comfortable they got with each passing day, expanding their familiarity with each other's desires.

Harry was a fast learner in a lot of ways...at least with an adept teacher, and there could have been no better or more enthusiastic teacher than Draco, and no student more raptly attentive than Harry.

Saturday morning came faster than they could have imagined, and breakfast found them dining with their classmates. Owl post arrived, and Draco and Harry both received letters. Most of their mail that week had been from fans or friends who'd read of their union, and either expressed outrage or open admiration, but these were different.

Draco silently pocketed it after looking at the address. His family solicitor could only be sending this letter for one reason. Final judgement regarding his father had been rendered.

As for Harry, his was from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who were equally disappointed that he hadn't seen fit to share his budding relationship with his family. There were vague hints cautioning him about the heartbreak of teenage excesses, but a general tone of approval and happiness that he was finally seeing someone steadily...even if that someone happened to a Malfoy.

Harry didn't push Draco about his letter, he knew by the look on Draco's face what it must mean. When Draco was ready, Harry would hear about it, then they'd have to make some decisions.

Harry wouldn't have blamed Draco if he refused to appear, even though tradition dictated that his presence was required, but this was Draco's choice; whatever his lover chose, Harry would back him a hundred percent and be there no matter the consequences.

Harry's body language said all this even as Draco looked at him with a silent plea for patience, and it soothed him to see his partner's look of resolve and ready comfort waiting for him. As soon as Harry got back after his detention, he'd open it, and then and they could deal with whatever came of it.