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. Thats how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

Author's Notes: thanks to Amessis and thrnbrooke for the reviews and a special word to Heidi....MPreg has occured to me before, and if I do add it instead of what I had planned it will still be a part of the epilogue chapter(s). I apologize for it coming so late in the story, but I'm working off an outline I was really comfortable with at the start of all this. I can give everyone the heads up that the second story arc is near its end, in the aftermath of Lucius' death I'll be moving completely into the final arc of the story...Voldemort. Just so people know, I'm starting to brush up on my canon by re-reading the books, I'd read them only the one time and my lack of knowledge was becoming an issue. Well, back to the fun! Oh, the last piece of movie trivia was from Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, when Tina Turner regained control of Bartertown "Who runs Bartertown?" The other, which was pretty obscure and hardly worth challenging people over was "You are all my fucking bitches."....Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. One the most funny horrible movies I've ever seen. (and this is from a guy who has actually seen 'Blood Sucking Pharoahs in Pittsburgh')


"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 32

Sunday brought mail to both boys. Harry received well wishes from Remus Lupin who was on duty for the Order and couldn't make an appearance in person. He asked after Harry's studies and friends and even congratulated Harry on the Prophet's continuing stories of his 'fairy-tale' romance with the Heir of the Malfoys. Draco received several letters of condolence from old houses that had known the Malfoys well and a letter from his mother, which was much longer than usual and informed him of her inability to appear with him Wednesday. The tone of the letter was a little better than the last few he'd received over the past half year and she had made certain to ask after Harry's well-being and thank him for the lovely visit, insisting that he please come again as soon as they could. They dutifully wrote out their responses and had them owled out before evening came.

It was largely a day of rest and study for them, but Draco had several final details to attend to in Slytherin. Monday his new plans for Slytherin would go into effect and there were tiny wrinkles and occasional obstinate students to be dealt with. Out of respect for Harry's detention status a small gathering was held by the 7th years so that Harry wouldn't be left out of social life entirely. Draco and Harry were the star couple of the gathering and enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Even Ron got on passingly well with Gregory Goyle once the inevitable Quidditch discussion got underway. Seamus slipped a bottle of firewhiskey into the mix, but Draco and Harry passed on it, each smiling sheepishly. The week would be long enough without a hangover dogging their heels at the start. They did consume just enough smuggled butterbeer to get comfortable and when they returned to their suite they were giggling and kissing their way through the halls. They made love tenderly and eagerly, forgetting the hard days to come for just a few glorious hours in the night.

When Monday dawned the week proper got underway in an orderly and business like manner, a wicked morning shag, a joint shower that led to a swift mutual wank, a short hallway snog before classes, and then heaps of homework before they could meet for a hasty snog during lunch. All in all not a bad day, the only interruption was a fistfight that broke out between a pair of overtaxed Slytherin 4th years that stemmed from a dispute over bragging rights. A few house points were stripped, but Draco's touch of brilliance was the punishment. The miscreants were cleaning the first year's bathrooms with nothing but toothbrushes and would be doing so all week. No one in Slytherin was feeling very combative after that punishment was announced. Draco was so pleased with himself he dragged Harry off to an abandoned classroom for a celebration shag. Granted he was a little mussed when they went to the Great Hall for dinner, but it had been well worth it. He wasn't wasting any time or opportunities. Keeping thoughts of Wednesday's ugly duty from his mind was easy with Harry there to 'distract' him often and well. Still, his dreams were restless and tinged with anxiety. Two in the morning found Draco awake and edgy. Harry was breathing softly beside him, blissful and genuinely tired. The need for a little 'sleep therapy' gnawed at him until he made up his mind to make use of Harry asleep or not. Harry's slumbering length was teased, pleased and manipulated until fully erect, then mounted and softly ridden until Draco had sated himself. This time Harry scarcely stirred throughout the entire process, and that was just as well, Draco hadn't really wanted to drag his lover to full wakefulness because of his petty angst. A whispered cleaning spell and short trip to the loo and he was curled beside his love and drifting quietly off.

Tuesday was more complicated. Although Blaise was administering the mentoring program for the first years, the assignment of tutors to students with weak areas was Draco's personal project. At least Harry had Occlumency that day and would be busy for a few hours after classes. Draco had time to conduct interviews with a few volunteers and browbeat a few gifted but uninterested students into joining. He had several students gifted in Potions, Charms and Herbology, but not one unusually qualified student in Divination. Then there was Defense Against The Dark Arts. Draco considered tutoring that one himself, but that would really cramp his schedule. It occured to him to ask Harry for a bit of help. Harry had always scored high in DADA, better than Draco had most of the time. It might just be an experiment worth starting, especially from an interhouse cooperation standpoint. That had some potential, it really hung on how much time he and Harry had after classes each day.

For Harry's part Tuesday started well, but was ending a bit rough. Despite a slight softening of Snape's hatred for him the Professor was still a harsh taskmaster. He grilled Harry mercilessly for two hours at Occlumency. Admittedly, Harry was getting better fast. Even Snape had said that Dumbledore would have difficulty peircing the walls around Harry's mind. Still, Snape had breached him once, albeit briefly. Unfortunately for Snape, he got a mind full of what Draco and Harry had done that morning before and during their shower, which made him break contact quickly and storm off to the pensieve, cursing under his breath, to purge his mind. When Harry left the lesson his head was aching from the effort of repelling so many sudden assualts. What made it tolerable was coming back to their room and having Draco massage his neck and temples for almost an hour.

Harry lounged comfortably, head in Draco's lap, while those wonderfully talented fingers soothed away his throbbing headache. He was drifting slightly when he felt the faint twitch at the back of his neck that suggested his boyfriend had needs beyond the giving of massages. In a single smooth motion Harry turned over and was face down in Draco's lap. He curled his head in comfortably and let his hot breath soak through Draco's slacks and warm his groin. Harry nuzzled his chin around the warm fabric and slid his hands up Draco's legs. Draco let a small sigh go when that handsome face buried itself in his lap and teased his hard on right through his clothes. Then sure hands were slipping his shirt up and unzipping his slacks. Harry's mouth was nibbling at his underwear and that warm breath seemed to soak right through his soul. It was sheer relief when he felt a gentle tug on his trousers and he shifted his hips and let Harry slip the pants off him silently. That eager mouth found it's way to Draco's inner thigh and left him shivering with pleasure as it leisurely journeyed it's way back to his groin. A calloused hand was wrapping itself around his cock and Draco groaned when it squeezed gently... pre-come was already pearling at the tip and beginning to trickle down the head. Then Harry relented, smiling moving forward until he was positioned with his head just above Draco's lap. What caught Draco by surprise was the way Harry dove onto him a second later, swallowing Draco's erection eagerly and working it quickly and tightly. No more teasing or pacing it, just strong lapping suction and working lips and a hand that pulled him closer and closer to edge so very quickly. Not the gentle mellow head of previous nights, but a swift and skillful hurry to make Draco cum. Saliva and pre-come were leaking around Harry fist while he worked noisily, eyes closed, face oddly blissful. All tolled it took less than 5 minutes before Draco came hard, clutching at Harry's mussed black hair, jolting upright and calling out his lover's name repeatedly. Harry gave him no surcease, milking every drop from Draco with a steady hand and a tireless tongue. When Draco flopped back onto the bed, still faintly trembling, Harry pulled out his own erection and knelt over Draco's heaving chest. Harry wanked himself to orgasm in less than a minute and Draco barely had time to hitch his shirt up before his chest and stomach were liberally coated in come. Harry collapsed at his boyfriend's side and then lapped his lover's body gently with his tongue until the last evidence of his own orgasm had been removed.

Draco grinned and turned to kiss Harry, the taste of his lover's come wasn't new to him, so it made little difference to Draco that Harry had just cleaned him like a cat. In the comfortable aftermath he finally broke off a question. "Where did that come from?"

Harry shrugged non-chalantly. "Tomorrow's probably not going to be a great day. Might as well enjoy a change of pace today. Besides, I can't get enough of your cock. I seem to remember mentioning this a few times, but it's really beautiful to look at, almost as perfect as everything else about you. I haven't really had enough experience to have a 'style' of my own yet, so I just wanted to do it a different way....you liked?"

"Oh...oh yeah...I liked. I should warn you that if that becomes your style I'll probably never last beyond 5 minutes ever again. It just felt way too good. Funny thing, you know now that I think about it, almost all the people I ever had sex with were so busy trying to get into my ass that I almost never got blow jobs from anyone. A few, but usually only half way, just to get me revved up, as soon as I seemed ready to offer up 'the goods' they stopped and never got back to it. I can't ever remember it being this good." Harry beamed with pride. Draco felt his urge to tease well up out of control. "Oh sure, get a compliment and wag your tail! Next you'll want a pat on the head and a nice hard bone for being a good boy! Good boyfriend! Fetch! Roll over!"

Harry was on him in a second...Draco felt fingers tickling him everywhere he couldn't block and all the while that he giggled and shrieked he kept taking a few last digs.."Heel! Heel! Down Boy! Down! Bad Boyfriend! Very Bad!" Then with a throaty growl Harry buried his face in Draco's neck and went to work on that delectable throat of which he was so fond. That cut it right there. Tuesday evening became well and rightly booked up. Despite needing to rise early for the trip to the Ministry and Azkaban the boys thoroughly exhausted each other. When the morning came and the unpleasant duty ahead of them became a vivid reality they still couldn't help occasional smiles as they dressed. They could have been in no better spirits when they left Hogwart's grounds in the early morning light and kissed deeply one last time before they Apparated to the Ministry, this time on the way to watch the bitter and prideful man that once was Draco's entire world be utterly destroyed.