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Adult ++
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36
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40,034
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227
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Moving On
Chapter Number/Total: 35/36
Chapter Title: Moving On
Words: 2715 Words
Slowly, Harry woke up with a small groan. He tried to blink away the weariness as he moved to sit up, but it didn't work very well.
"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks said, taking his hand.
"Hey, Tonks," Harry whispered, deciding that sitting up wasn't the best idea. He sank back down in the bed with a sigh.
"Just lay still or they'll put you under again, 'kay?" she smiled at him.
"Under what?" he asked quietly.
"Sleeping potions," she said, "so you'll heal faster."
"Ah, that explains the need to sleep so much," Harry mumbled, laying his head on the pillow. "How is everyone?"
Tonks made a face. "Hermione is out of hospital now. She was pretty upset," Tonks said. "Ron was fine, though he's been pretty worried."
"Where's Draco?"
"He's in another room," Tonks answered. "He's not being charged with anything, this time."
Harry smiled, feeling relieved. "I want to talk to him."
"S'not awake yet," she said. "He was pretty bad off. Something 'bout bleedin' inside, though they got that stopped."
"Can I still go to his room?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
Tonks shrugged. "I'm supposed to call the staff when you wake," she said, "but if you want me to help you there, I can get them after."
"Help me there," Harry said, beginning to slowly sit up again.
Tonks helped him sit up and then put her arm around his waist. "Put your arm over my shoulder," she said, helping him stand.
Harry did as he was told, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. "Sore," he whispered, leaning against her.
"Yeah," she said, her face scrunching up in a frown. "Harry, I'm sorry we let you down."
"You didn't," he murmured, taking a few deep breaths. "I'm alive, right?"
"Don't take this wrong, Harry," she said as she carefully helped him walk from the room to the next, "but I never wanna have to see you torn up like this again. I still have nightmares 'bout last time."
"I'm sorry, Tonks, again, I don't remember what happened," he said, shuffling with her.
"You don't remember what happened this time?" she asked.
"Only up to a certain point, then it all gets fuzzy."
"Do you remember killing the Death Eaters?" she asked.
Harry nodded slowly. "I'll never forget doing something like that," he whispered.
"Ron says you passed out while Draco was ... fighting his father," she said.
"I was so tired ... and it all hurt," Harry mumbled, remembering that last bit. "I was happy that it was about to be over though."
"Well, Lucius is definitely dead," she said with a shudder. She led Harry into a room and over to the bed there.
Harry could feel the change in the air and knew he was in Draco's room. "Draco," he whispered, feeling along the sheets. "Is there any way I can get in?" he asked Tonks.
"Don't know, Harry." She sounded hesitant. "He almost died. His body was ... badly damaged."
"I know," Harry said softly, moving to get in the bed.
"He looks pretty bad," she said, but helped Harry anyway.
Harry snuggled as close as he could, pulling the sheet down and then over them together. He buried his face in Draco's neck and sighed, feeling his lover's pulse. "I missed you."
"What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" came a new voice in the room.
Harry ignored whoever spoke, wanting to enjoy his bit of time with Draco.
"Um, this is his ... um, this is Harry Potter," Tonks answered the mediwitch.
Harry smiled, kissing his lover's neck softly. "Everything will be fine soon."
Draco's head turned, pressing his cheek against Harry's head.
"Mr Potter, this is a Critical Care ward and we are not set up for this kind of thing," the mediwitch said sharply.
"I won't hurt him," Harry said, grinning just from Draco's bit of movement.
Tonks gave a small laugh. "I think you are gonna find them harder to separate than is worth the effort," she told the woman.
"Though, I don't know if he'll ever want to touch me again," Harry whispered.
The mediwitch huffed and left the room saying she was getting a supervisor.
Tonks pulled up a chair and sat down. "D'you need anything, Harry?" she asked.
"Water ... but other than that, I'm fine like this."
Tonks got up and poured water from a nearby pitcher into a cup and brought it to Harry. "Here ya go," she said, pressing it to his lips. "He does seem more relaxed now," she observed.
Harry took the cup and drank a few gulps, sighing as it helped with his dry throat. "I'm more relaxed, too."
"I'll be right outside if you want anythin', 'kay?" Tonks said.
Harry nodded, setting the cup down before turning and snuggling close to Draco again. He dozed off for a while. He woke to the feel of claws combing through his messy hair. Harry sighed softly at the familiar feeling. "Are you kind of up?" he asked, yawning a bit.
"Mmm?" came the sleepy reply.
Harry grinned. "Draco ...." He moved up and kissed Draco's lips softly.
Draco sighed as Harry's lips touched his. He never thought he would feel this again. His arm around his lover tightened and he felt on the verge of crying.
"I'm glad you're up," Harry whispered against his lover's lips, comfortable in his embrace.
"Not up, but awake," Draco mumbled. "You ... are you ... healed?"
"Mostly, I think," he replied. "Still sore."
Draco snorted. "I feel like I was trampled by a Hippogriff."
"You looked like you were the last time I saw you," Harry said, shaking his head.
Draco nodded. "Thirsty," he whispered.
Harry turned, feeling around for the pitcher and the cup he knew had to be there. He poured some water out for Draco and held the cup out.
Draco put his hand around Harry's and guided the cup to his lips, sipping the water and then letting it go. "Thanks," he said.
"Welcome," Harry said, setting the cup down. "And, Draco, I'd understand if you didn't want me like that anymore," he started, deciding to get this out now.
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, frowning.
"I came while they touched me," Harry said quietly, feeling dirty again.
"What has that got to do with anything?" Draco asked, feeling angry at the reminder of what they had done to Harry.
"You don't think I'm a slut?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
"Potter," Draco huffed, "you were a virgin when they captured you. Have you willingly been with anyone else?"
"No, I guess I just felt like one when they were talking," the brunet mumbled.
"Harry, you were only submitting to save your friends and then they still had to hold you down," Draco said.
Harry nodded slowly, remembering a bit. "Yeah, so you still want me?"
Draco snorted. "I wanted you even when I hated you," he said. "So you come charging in, sacrificing yourself to save me and I am supposed to lose interest now?"
"It happens like that sometimes," Harry said. "I wanted to make sure."
"You have so little faith in me?" Draco asked.
"No, I'm sorry I thought that," Harry mumbled, turning to move close again.
"I would do anything for you," Draco said, "and it tore me apart ... what they did to you."
"I wish I could have stopped what they did to you," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"I know," Draco said, "but you shouldn't have come. It was an obvious trap."
"I knew what I was getting into. I didn't see any other way to get to you," Harry replied.
"Bloody hero," Draco scoffed, but there was no anger in it.
"I can't seem to help it," Harry said, smiling.
"I noticed," Draco smirked. He ran the back of his hand against Harry's cheek.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Harry said, still leaning into Draco's soft touch.
"Hi, I am Mediwitch Glazer," a woman said as she entered.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
She looked at the two of them, both eyebrows raised. "Mr Malfoy and ... Mr Potter, I presume?" she asked.
Harry nodded, relaxing back down against him.
"Mr Malfoy, I am in charge of your case and I was looking over your file," she said, paying no attention to their cuddling. "We don't have any record of treating you previously."
"You didn't," Draco said.
"So you didn't receive any treatment for the werewolf injury?" she asked.
"No, I didn't," he answered sharply.
Harry ran a gentle hand over his chest. "He should've been treated."
"Well, it would have been easier to treat immediately following the attack," she said, "but I do have some ideas of ways we can proceed. It will require removing some of the scar tissue and a series of potions."
Harry leaned up again, whispering into his ear. "I love you no matter how you look, but do you want to do this? For yourself?"
Draco frowned. "What would all that do?" he asked.
"Your scars ... they'd help with them," Harry said.
Draco thought about it. "And the eye?" he asked.
"Oh, we have a new mechanical eye that is so realistic most people can't tell the difference," she said, "but we have to work on repairing the eye socket first."
"That's what you wanted, right?" Harry asked his lover, still close.
"Can Harry stay with me here?" Draco asked.
The woman frowned, but sighed. "If that's what it will take to get you treatment, then yes."
"Then I will try it," Draco said.
"Very good, Mr Malfoy," she said. "I will be back later with the first of the potions."
Harry grinned, laughing a bit. "You're getting what you wanted."
"I have what I wanted," Draco smiled, hugging Harry to him.
Harry blushed, but nodded, hugging him back. "I do, too."
***
It was months later. Harry and Draco had gone back to Grimmauld Place while Draco continued the treatments. Each day Draco's appearance improved and Harry noticed the blond was happier as well.
Waking up, Harry sat up and stretched in the bed, looking around the room. Draco was still asleep next to him and Harry lay down, looking at that completely reconstructed face. "Draco, morning," he whispered.
Draco mumbled in his sleep, reaching a clawed hand out for his lover and only opening his eyes when he realised the man was sitting up instead of lying next to him.
Harry smiled at him. "Sleep well?"
"Better if you come back down here," Draco smirked.
Harry leaned down and kissed him deeply, pulling back a moment later so he could whisper against his lover's lips as he looked into his eyes. "You know, sometimes I think you're going to get tired of this ... then you wake up in the morning and that thought goes away."
Draco chuckled, knowingly. "My body knows you are there even when I am asleep," he answered. "And I always want you." He rolled onto his back so that his morning erection clearly tented the sheet.
"I think you're just always horny," Harry replied, lifting the sheet.
"I am just a beast around you," Draco teased, stretching his body out and lifting his hips a bit.
Harry bit his lip, moving down into Draco's lap, his own erection obvious. "I am, too, it seems," he murmured, reaching back to position himself and casting a silent charm for lubrication.
"Gods, Harry," Draco gasped; the feel of Harry straddling him was one of the most amazing things he knew -- then it hit him -- Harry looked down at him. Harry looked at him. "Harry?"
"Hm?" Harry hummed, in the process of slowly sitting down on Draco's cock. He bit his lip harder, eyes half open.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco gasped, distracted by his lover's body taking him inside. He threw his arms out, holding on, knowing he would lose control when Harry started to move. "Harry? Can you see me?" he whispered.
Harry paused, blinking then slowly looked at Draco. He swallowed, blinking a few more times. "Yes," he gasped, eyes going wide.
Draco laughed at the look on his lover's face. "You can see? Really?" he asked, trembling under Harry.
"Yes!" Harry looked around the room quickly. He could see. Without a wand. "I can see," he said, leaning down over his lover.
Draco smiled up into those intense green eyes. "Good," he said, smiling, "fuck me, and you'll see what I look like when I come."
"You're so beautiful," Harry whispered, reaching out and running his finger down Draco's jaw as his hips began to move slowly.
"Yes, yes," Draco panted, looking up at him. "You are my beauty," he added, thrusting up into that wiggling arse.
Harry figured he was too emotional to move like he originally planned. He slipped off and lay down next to him, opening his legs again. "No, you are. Come here."
Draco growled as Harry slid off his body. "Where are you going?" he asked, flipping over so that he lay on top of Harry.
"I have a better view of you this way," Harry replied, lifting his hips slightly.
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like both views," he said, reaching clawed hands to grip Harry's hips and sliding his already slick cock back into his lover.
"I like this one better." Harry moaned, reaching up to wrap his arms around Draco's neck.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's sparkling green ones as he thrust deep inside of him. "Oh, Gods, I love this," he gasped.
"Me too," he murmured, moving with him. "You know what I want ... harder, faster ...."
"And I always give you what you want, don't I?" Draco smirked, digging claws into Harry's flesh as he sped up his rhythm, flexing his hips and angling himself to hit Harry's prostate as he did.
"Yes, yes," Harry gasped loudly, trying to keep his eyes open, but it was hard. "Love you," he managed, reaching down and wrapping a hand around himself.
"Oh, Gods, I love you," Draco answered, panting faster and thrusting deeper, sweating now as he worked his body hard to please them both. He could smell blood now, his claws piercing Harry's skin.
"I'm close," Harry whispered moments later, looking up at Draco as he continued to stroke himself. "Come with me!"
Draco was growling now and he nodded, eyes squeezing shut as he let himself go, thrusting deep and filling his lover. He howled with delight as the pleasure shot up his spine.
For the first time, Harry watched Draco come, his own body reacting the same way a second later. Harry pulled him down for another kiss.
Draco lost himself in the feel of Harry's kiss and his body wrapped around him. It was intoxicating and it was worth everything he had been through. This is where he belonged.
Harry pulled back and took a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Now we can move on with life," he said softly, smiling.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I like moving with you." He grinned as he carefully withdrew his cock and claws from his lover's flesh, then lay down beside him.
"You know what I mean," Harry replied, hissing softly.
"Yes, I do," Draco said, laying his head on his arm and watching Harry. He was grinning. "Do you realise the law says I can't use a wand, but it never forbid brooms?"
Harry looked at him, the realisation slowly dawning on him. "I can fly! We can fly! Draco!" He jumped out of the bed and ran to the closet, pulling out clothes. "Come on!"
Draco laughed happily. "I am going to kick your arse, Potter," he drawled.
"What makes you think that you'll beat me now? You never have before," he said, smiling. He was about to get dressed when he noticed the blood on his thighs. "Damn, I forgot."
Draco lifted an eyebrow and stalked over to Harry, dropping to his knees and licking the blood from his skin. "Maybe Quidditch can wait a little longer?" he smirked.
"Maybe," he mumbled, looking down at him with a grin, "but only a little longer."
Chapter Title: Moving On
Words: 2715 Words
Slowly, Harry woke up with a small groan. He tried to blink away the weariness as he moved to sit up, but it didn't work very well.
"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks said, taking his hand.
"Hey, Tonks," Harry whispered, deciding that sitting up wasn't the best idea. He sank back down in the bed with a sigh.
"Just lay still or they'll put you under again, 'kay?" she smiled at him.
"Under what?" he asked quietly.
"Sleeping potions," she said, "so you'll heal faster."
"Ah, that explains the need to sleep so much," Harry mumbled, laying his head on the pillow. "How is everyone?"
Tonks made a face. "Hermione is out of hospital now. She was pretty upset," Tonks said. "Ron was fine, though he's been pretty worried."
"Where's Draco?"
"He's in another room," Tonks answered. "He's not being charged with anything, this time."
Harry smiled, feeling relieved. "I want to talk to him."
"S'not awake yet," she said. "He was pretty bad off. Something 'bout bleedin' inside, though they got that stopped."
"Can I still go to his room?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
Tonks shrugged. "I'm supposed to call the staff when you wake," she said, "but if you want me to help you there, I can get them after."
"Help me there," Harry said, beginning to slowly sit up again.
Tonks helped him sit up and then put her arm around his waist. "Put your arm over my shoulder," she said, helping him stand.
Harry did as he was told, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. "Sore," he whispered, leaning against her.
"Yeah," she said, her face scrunching up in a frown. "Harry, I'm sorry we let you down."
"You didn't," he murmured, taking a few deep breaths. "I'm alive, right?"
"Don't take this wrong, Harry," she said as she carefully helped him walk from the room to the next, "but I never wanna have to see you torn up like this again. I still have nightmares 'bout last time."
"I'm sorry, Tonks, again, I don't remember what happened," he said, shuffling with her.
"You don't remember what happened this time?" she asked.
"Only up to a certain point, then it all gets fuzzy."
"Do you remember killing the Death Eaters?" she asked.
Harry nodded slowly. "I'll never forget doing something like that," he whispered.
"Ron says you passed out while Draco was ... fighting his father," she said.
"I was so tired ... and it all hurt," Harry mumbled, remembering that last bit. "I was happy that it was about to be over though."
"Well, Lucius is definitely dead," she said with a shudder. She led Harry into a room and over to the bed there.
Harry could feel the change in the air and knew he was in Draco's room. "Draco," he whispered, feeling along the sheets. "Is there any way I can get in?" he asked Tonks.
"Don't know, Harry." She sounded hesitant. "He almost died. His body was ... badly damaged."
"I know," Harry said softly, moving to get in the bed.
"He looks pretty bad," she said, but helped Harry anyway.
Harry snuggled as close as he could, pulling the sheet down and then over them together. He buried his face in Draco's neck and sighed, feeling his lover's pulse. "I missed you."
"What in the name of Merlin is going on here?" came a new voice in the room.
Harry ignored whoever spoke, wanting to enjoy his bit of time with Draco.
"Um, this is his ... um, this is Harry Potter," Tonks answered the mediwitch.
Harry smiled, kissing his lover's neck softly. "Everything will be fine soon."
Draco's head turned, pressing his cheek against Harry's head.
"Mr Potter, this is a Critical Care ward and we are not set up for this kind of thing," the mediwitch said sharply.
"I won't hurt him," Harry said, grinning just from Draco's bit of movement.
Tonks gave a small laugh. "I think you are gonna find them harder to separate than is worth the effort," she told the woman.
"Though, I don't know if he'll ever want to touch me again," Harry whispered.
The mediwitch huffed and left the room saying she was getting a supervisor.
Tonks pulled up a chair and sat down. "D'you need anything, Harry?" she asked.
"Water ... but other than that, I'm fine like this."
Tonks got up and poured water from a nearby pitcher into a cup and brought it to Harry. "Here ya go," she said, pressing it to his lips. "He does seem more relaxed now," she observed.
Harry took the cup and drank a few gulps, sighing as it helped with his dry throat. "I'm more relaxed, too."
"I'll be right outside if you want anythin', 'kay?" Tonks said.
Harry nodded, setting the cup down before turning and snuggling close to Draco again. He dozed off for a while. He woke to the feel of claws combing through his messy hair. Harry sighed softly at the familiar feeling. "Are you kind of up?" he asked, yawning a bit.
"Mmm?" came the sleepy reply.
Harry grinned. "Draco ...." He moved up and kissed Draco's lips softly.
Draco sighed as Harry's lips touched his. He never thought he would feel this again. His arm around his lover tightened and he felt on the verge of crying.
"I'm glad you're up," Harry whispered against his lover's lips, comfortable in his embrace.
"Not up, but awake," Draco mumbled. "You ... are you ... healed?"
"Mostly, I think," he replied. "Still sore."
Draco snorted. "I feel like I was trampled by a Hippogriff."
"You looked like you were the last time I saw you," Harry said, shaking his head.
Draco nodded. "Thirsty," he whispered.
Harry turned, feeling around for the pitcher and the cup he knew had to be there. He poured some water out for Draco and held the cup out.
Draco put his hand around Harry's and guided the cup to his lips, sipping the water and then letting it go. "Thanks," he said.
"Welcome," Harry said, setting the cup down. "And, Draco, I'd understand if you didn't want me like that anymore," he started, deciding to get this out now.
"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, frowning.
"I came while they touched me," Harry said quietly, feeling dirty again.
"What has that got to do with anything?" Draco asked, feeling angry at the reminder of what they had done to Harry.
"You don't think I'm a slut?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
"Potter," Draco huffed, "you were a virgin when they captured you. Have you willingly been with anyone else?"
"No, I guess I just felt like one when they were talking," the brunet mumbled.
"Harry, you were only submitting to save your friends and then they still had to hold you down," Draco said.
Harry nodded slowly, remembering a bit. "Yeah, so you still want me?"
Draco snorted. "I wanted you even when I hated you," he said. "So you come charging in, sacrificing yourself to save me and I am supposed to lose interest now?"
"It happens like that sometimes," Harry said. "I wanted to make sure."
"You have so little faith in me?" Draco asked.
"No, I'm sorry I thought that," Harry mumbled, turning to move close again.
"I would do anything for you," Draco said, "and it tore me apart ... what they did to you."
"I wish I could have stopped what they did to you," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"I know," Draco said, "but you shouldn't have come. It was an obvious trap."
"I knew what I was getting into. I didn't see any other way to get to you," Harry replied.
"Bloody hero," Draco scoffed, but there was no anger in it.
"I can't seem to help it," Harry said, smiling.
"I noticed," Draco smirked. He ran the back of his hand against Harry's cheek.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Harry said, still leaning into Draco's soft touch.
"Hi, I am Mediwitch Glazer," a woman said as she entered.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
She looked at the two of them, both eyebrows raised. "Mr Malfoy and ... Mr Potter, I presume?" she asked.
Harry nodded, relaxing back down against him.
"Mr Malfoy, I am in charge of your case and I was looking over your file," she said, paying no attention to their cuddling. "We don't have any record of treating you previously."
"You didn't," Draco said.
"So you didn't receive any treatment for the werewolf injury?" she asked.
"No, I didn't," he answered sharply.
Harry ran a gentle hand over his chest. "He should've been treated."
"Well, it would have been easier to treat immediately following the attack," she said, "but I do have some ideas of ways we can proceed. It will require removing some of the scar tissue and a series of potions."
Harry leaned up again, whispering into his ear. "I love you no matter how you look, but do you want to do this? For yourself?"
Draco frowned. "What would all that do?" he asked.
"Your scars ... they'd help with them," Harry said.
Draco thought about it. "And the eye?" he asked.
"Oh, we have a new mechanical eye that is so realistic most people can't tell the difference," she said, "but we have to work on repairing the eye socket first."
"That's what you wanted, right?" Harry asked his lover, still close.
"Can Harry stay with me here?" Draco asked.
The woman frowned, but sighed. "If that's what it will take to get you treatment, then yes."
"Then I will try it," Draco said.
"Very good, Mr Malfoy," she said. "I will be back later with the first of the potions."
Harry grinned, laughing a bit. "You're getting what you wanted."
"I have what I wanted," Draco smiled, hugging Harry to him.
Harry blushed, but nodded, hugging him back. "I do, too."
***
It was months later. Harry and Draco had gone back to Grimmauld Place while Draco continued the treatments. Each day Draco's appearance improved and Harry noticed the blond was happier as well.
Waking up, Harry sat up and stretched in the bed, looking around the room. Draco was still asleep next to him and Harry lay down, looking at that completely reconstructed face. "Draco, morning," he whispered.
Draco mumbled in his sleep, reaching a clawed hand out for his lover and only opening his eyes when he realised the man was sitting up instead of lying next to him.
Harry smiled at him. "Sleep well?"
"Better if you come back down here," Draco smirked.
Harry leaned down and kissed him deeply, pulling back a moment later so he could whisper against his lover's lips as he looked into his eyes. "You know, sometimes I think you're going to get tired of this ... then you wake up in the morning and that thought goes away."
Draco chuckled, knowingly. "My body knows you are there even when I am asleep," he answered. "And I always want you." He rolled onto his back so that his morning erection clearly tented the sheet.
"I think you're just always horny," Harry replied, lifting the sheet.
"I am just a beast around you," Draco teased, stretching his body out and lifting his hips a bit.
Harry bit his lip, moving down into Draco's lap, his own erection obvious. "I am, too, it seems," he murmured, reaching back to position himself and casting a silent charm for lubrication.
"Gods, Harry," Draco gasped; the feel of Harry straddling him was one of the most amazing things he knew -- then it hit him -- Harry looked down at him. Harry looked at him. "Harry?"
"Hm?" Harry hummed, in the process of slowly sitting down on Draco's cock. He bit his lip harder, eyes half open.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco gasped, distracted by his lover's body taking him inside. He threw his arms out, holding on, knowing he would lose control when Harry started to move. "Harry? Can you see me?" he whispered.
Harry paused, blinking then slowly looked at Draco. He swallowed, blinking a few more times. "Yes," he gasped, eyes going wide.
Draco laughed at the look on his lover's face. "You can see? Really?" he asked, trembling under Harry.
"Yes!" Harry looked around the room quickly. He could see. Without a wand. "I can see," he said, leaning down over his lover.
Draco smiled up into those intense green eyes. "Good," he said, smiling, "fuck me, and you'll see what I look like when I come."
"You're so beautiful," Harry whispered, reaching out and running his finger down Draco's jaw as his hips began to move slowly.
"Yes, yes," Draco panted, looking up at him. "You are my beauty," he added, thrusting up into that wiggling arse.
Harry figured he was too emotional to move like he originally planned. He slipped off and lay down next to him, opening his legs again. "No, you are. Come here."
Draco growled as Harry slid off his body. "Where are you going?" he asked, flipping over so that he lay on top of Harry.
"I have a better view of you this way," Harry replied, lifting his hips slightly.
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like both views," he said, reaching clawed hands to grip Harry's hips and sliding his already slick cock back into his lover.
"I like this one better." Harry moaned, reaching up to wrap his arms around Draco's neck.
Draco kept his eyes on Harry's sparkling green ones as he thrust deep inside of him. "Oh, Gods, I love this," he gasped.
"Me too," he murmured, moving with him. "You know what I want ... harder, faster ...."
"And I always give you what you want, don't I?" Draco smirked, digging claws into Harry's flesh as he sped up his rhythm, flexing his hips and angling himself to hit Harry's prostate as he did.
"Yes, yes," Harry gasped loudly, trying to keep his eyes open, but it was hard. "Love you," he managed, reaching down and wrapping a hand around himself.
"Oh, Gods, I love you," Draco answered, panting faster and thrusting deeper, sweating now as he worked his body hard to please them both. He could smell blood now, his claws piercing Harry's skin.
"I'm close," Harry whispered moments later, looking up at Draco as he continued to stroke himself. "Come with me!"
Draco was growling now and he nodded, eyes squeezing shut as he let himself go, thrusting deep and filling his lover. He howled with delight as the pleasure shot up his spine.
For the first time, Harry watched Draco come, his own body reacting the same way a second later. Harry pulled him down for another kiss.
Draco lost himself in the feel of Harry's kiss and his body wrapped around him. It was intoxicating and it was worth everything he had been through. This is where he belonged.
Harry pulled back and took a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Now we can move on with life," he said softly, smiling.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I like moving with you." He grinned as he carefully withdrew his cock and claws from his lover's flesh, then lay down beside him.
"You know what I mean," Harry replied, hissing softly.
"Yes, I do," Draco said, laying his head on his arm and watching Harry. He was grinning. "Do you realise the law says I can't use a wand, but it never forbid brooms?"
Harry looked at him, the realisation slowly dawning on him. "I can fly! We can fly! Draco!" He jumped out of the bed and ran to the closet, pulling out clothes. "Come on!"
Draco laughed happily. "I am going to kick your arse, Potter," he drawled.
"What makes you think that you'll beat me now? You never have before," he said, smiling. He was about to get dressed when he noticed the blood on his thighs. "Damn, I forgot."
Draco lifted an eyebrow and stalked over to Harry, dropping to his knees and licking the blood from his skin. "Maybe Quidditch can wait a little longer?" he smirked.
"Maybe," he mumbled, looking down at him with a grin, "but only a little longer."