Funerals and Weddings

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Chapter the Thirty-six: No Longer A Dream
Picking up where Ch. 35 left off
5/6 January
Hogwarts, Room of Requirement


[“This…” he whispered, and he brushed his lips softly over Draco’s. –End of Ch. 35.]

Draco was in heaven. He could hardly believe it—what he had been dreaming of, waiting for, hoping for, dying for had finally, finally happened!

Draco opened his eyes slowly, hoping he wasn’t just in a new dream. Harry had pulled back just enough to see Draco’s face clearly and was watching him steadily. Draco could see the nervousness in Harry’s eyes.

“Do it again,” Draco breathed, not wanting to break the spell.

The nerves in Harry’s eyes vanished, to be replaced by joy. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Draco’s…once, twice, before finally pressing his mouth firmly against Draco’s. Draco met the kiss eagerly, parting his lips slightly. The kiss spun out, soft and tentative, two mouths gently exploring new territory.

When they pulled apart this time, it wasn’t nervousness that Draco saw in Harry’s eyes; it was wanting. Their gazes stayed locked for a moment, as if both of them were checking to see if this was what the other really wanted.

Draco reached up one hand to pull Harry’s face back to him. This time, when they came back together, there was nothing tentative about the kiss. Draco had only to slide his tongue against Harry’s lip to have his mouth opening eagerly.

And then it was all heat and passion and need. Draco’s tongue tangled with Harry’s as Harry’s hands pushed themselves in to Draco’s hair, holding him closer. He felt himself grow hard as Harry’s barbell slid across his own tongue. Draco ran his tongue against the back of Harry’s lip, feeling its softness. He stroked the roof of Harry’s mouth, around his teeth, and then moaned as Harry took control of the kiss, pulling Draco’s tongue into his mouth and sucking it lightly before releasing it with a nip. The kiss was wet and raw and full of pent-up longing. Draco’s free hand moved to rest on Harry’s thigh. He squeezed it as their tongues warred for dominance and was rewarded with the sound of a sexy moan from the back of Harry’s throat.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting from the need to breathe.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Draco asked when he could catch his breath.

Harry shook his head, the green of his eyes darkening further. He said nothing, but simply pulled Draco back in and kissed him deeply. Draco wound his tongue around the barbell in Harry’s mouth and pulled it gently. He felt Harry’s hand tighten on his jaw as he did and was thrilled to know that he was affecting Harry as strongly as Harry was affecting him. Draco moaned in protest when after only a minute or two of hungry exploration, Harry’s mouth left his. But he groaned his pleasure immediately when Harry began kissing and licking down the side of his neck. Draco angled his head back to allow Harry more access. Draco gasped and clutched Harry tighter to him when he began to suck on the tendon that connected his neck and shoulder.

“Gods, yes…” Draco sighed.

In response, Harry bit lightly on the reddened mark he had left on Draco’s neck before kissing his way back up to the blond’s mouth and claiming it in another passionate kiss. Draco ran his hands over the planes of Harry’s chest, thumbing the hard nipples he could feel beneath the material of Harry’s T-shirt. Draco snaked his hands underneath the back of Harry’s shirt and sighed at the feel of warm skin. He moved his hands to hem of the shirt and pushed it upwards, brushing his thumbs against Harry’s stomach, feeling it tighten in response.

He murmured against Harry’s mouth, “Take this off…I want to touch you…”

Their mouths separated long enough for Harry to remove his glasses and strip the T-shirt from his body and cast them aside. Before Draco had enough time to appreciate the sight of Harry’s chest, Harry was pushing him down into the sofa, covering Draco’s body with his own. His mouth was captured again hungrily and Harry’s hands immediately went to Draco’s shirt and started unbuttoning it. Harry kissed his way down the side of Draco’s neck and followed the strip of pale skin that appeared as each button was slipped from its hole.

Hands roamed every inch of exposed flesh and sighs were accompanied by the arousing sound of lips and tongue caressing skin. When just the tip of Harry’s pointed tongue delicately teased Draco’s pebbled nipple, he gasped and arched his back. He’d had no idea that such a small touch could be so arousing. He swore he could feel Harry’s grin against his chest before the nipple was laved thoroughly with a wet tongue.

Draco’s hands threaded though Harry’s hair as the dark-haired boy gave equal treatment to Draco’s other nipple. The hair was softer than it looked; Draco had expected it to be coarser, because it was so unruly. He touched the parts of Harry’s shoulders and back he could reach, trailing fingers lightly up and down to illicit shivers from the boy on top of him. With a last nip and lick, Harry crawled back up Draco’s body, kissing as he went. Draco wasted no time attacking Harry’s mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and taking the kiss deep. Harry moaned, then sucked in a startled breath as Draco flipped their positions.

On top, Draco shucked his shirt then ran his hands over Harry’s chest, tweaking the nipples as he lowered himself back down to kiss Harry. Settling into position, he felt his own hardened shaft press against Harry’s equally hard member. He groaned as Harry thrust upward gently, just enough to bring them into firm contact.

Harry’s right leg wrapped around the back of Draco’s left and his hands slid up and down his smooth back as the kiss became hotter, wetter. Sliding his hands downward, Harry gripped Draco’s arse, pressing their cocks together. Both of them groaned.

Draco kissed his way across Harry’s jaw, over to his ear as they began to rub against each other steadily. His tongue mapped the contours of the ear before sucking on the pierced lobe. He felt Harry’s hands tighten on his arse and heard him gasp softly.

“Like that?” Draco whispered against Harry’s jaw, before tugging gently on the earlobe again. Harry moaned in response. Draco licked and nibbled his way down Harry’s neck. Their hips were grinding together, the pace increasing as their arousal grew.

Draco loved the way Harry tasted. Clean, like a summer shower, with just a hint of salt from fresh, lust-induced perspiration. He sucked on a particularly soft patch of Harry’s neck, just at the base of it, and Harry made a keening sound and thrust his groin hard up against Draco’s, his hands gripping Draco’s hips to keep him still. Draco sucked harder on Harry’s neck, marking him, as Harry continued to thrust forcefully against him. The friction was driving them both mad. Draco bit down not-quite-gently on the reddened mark on Harry’s neck before lifting his head to find Harry’s mouth again.

Moans and gasps issued forth from both wizards in between fierce kisses as they ground against each other. Draco could feel the dampness inside his trousers and the tingling sensation spreading throughout his body signalling his approaching climax.

“Harry,” he gasped out, “I’m…”

“Yes…” Harry hissed out, “Oh, gods, yes.”

Harry’s hips jerked upwards against Draco’s once, twice more before he stiffened and threw back his head with a guttural cry. Draco felt the wetness of Harry’s orgasm against his own throbbing cock, and grinding himself against Harry’s groin, Draco reached his own peak a few moments later. His loud groan of completion was muffled by Harry’s mouth.

Draco collapsed weakly on Harry’s chest. For a few minutes there was only the sound of harsh breathing in the room. Then Draco propped himself up on his elbows to look down on his new lover.

Harry opened his eyes slowly and focused on the fair-haired boy. He grinned at the sight of the usually impeccable Draco and his tousled hair.

“You look really hot with your hair messed up like that,” he said.

Draco lifted one hand to his hair and said, “Oh, shut up.”

Harry laughed and pulled him down for a short but thorough kiss. “I’m serious. You should wear it that way more often,” he paused. “No, on second thought, don’t. It might give other people ideas.”

Draco grinned. “Well, I’d say the same but you hair always looks like this.”

Harry laughed. “Yeah, well, trust me, it’s not for lack of trying. My hair has a mind of its own. My aunt even shaved my head once she was so tired of it looking ‘so disreputable,’ as she called it.”

“She shaved your head?” Draco clutched protectively at his own blonde locks. “Is she insane? What did you do?”

“Well, I didn’t do anything—but apparently my magic did. I woke up the next day with my hair back to normal! Man, was she pissed off!”

Draco sat up and shifted off of Harry. “How did you do magic without getting in trouble with the Ministry?”

Harry shrugged as he sat up and leaned against the cushions. Grabbing his wand from the low table, he cast Cleansing Charms over Draco and himself. “I didn’t do magic, it just happened. I was really young and I didn’t even know I was a wizard then. I guess the Ministry doesn’t pay attention to random outbursts of innate magic in children who aren’t using wands yet.”

“Wait a minute,” Draco held up a hand. He’d latched onto Harry’s second sentence. “What do you mean, you didn’t know you were a wizard yet? You’re Harry Potter; how did you not know?”

Harry sighed and flicked his barbell over his lip. Draco’s eyes dropped to it and he felt his groin tighten. “Merlin, that is so hot.” He breathed.

Harry looked started a moment, then smiled. “Yeah? You like it?”

Draco’s silver eyes had darkened to pewter. “Oh yeah. You have no idea.”

“Really?” Harry playfully ran his tongue over his lips again, making sure the barbell was in plain view.

Draco smacked him on the leg. “Yes! Now stop that and answer my question.”

Harry smirked. “Fine. Maybe I just won’t wear it tomorrow.”

Then he laughed when Draco’s face fell so comically. “Wow, you really like it that much? Don’t worry, I was kidding—I never take it out.”

“Prat,” muttered Draco, his smile belying the insult. “Now tell me how the bloody hell ‘The Boy Who Lived’ didn’t know he was a wizard.”

Harry made a face at the nickname. “Urg. Don’t call me that. I didn’t know I was a wizard until I got the letter from Hogwarts. My aunt and uncle hate anything magical. So they never told me the truth about my parents. My uncle tried to keep the Hogwarts letters away from me but everyday, more and more owls came with tons of letters. They even found us when my uncle went nuts and drove us to the shore and rowed us out to an island with a lighthouse! There’s where Hagrid finally found me—in the lighthouse where we were sleeping—and told me I was a wizard and all about Hogwarts and magic.”

Draco looked completely gobsmacked. “You’re…you’re taking the mickey.”

“Cross my heart,” Harry said, making the age-old sign over his chest.

“I can’t believe it. The saviour of the Wizarding World didn’t even know he was a wizard! Amazing! But wait, how did your aunt and uncle explain it when you did magical things, like grow your hair back overnight?”

Harry looked sour. “They didn’t. They just punished me.”

“Punish you? For what? Unconsciously using magic you didn’t even know you had? How do you punish that kind of thing? Did…did they beat you?”

“Oh, no,” Harry replied, much to Draco’s relief. “They just locked me in my cupboard for a few days.”

“Your cupboard?!?

Harry sighed again. “Listen, I really don’t think you want to hear the sad tale of Harry Potter’s childhood. It’s really not all that interesting, trust me. There’s lots more interesting things we could talk about…like how good it feels to have your hands on me. To have my hands on you. How amazing your mouth is. How much I want to have you on top of me again, under me again, have my mouth around your—” Draco’s mouth fastening to his own cut Harry off before he could finish the thought.

As he had spoken, Harry had shifted to straddle Draco’s lap, a hand braced on either side of his head on the couch. He returned the kiss enthusiastically. He hadn’t just been saying those things to distract Draco; he meant every word. Having Draco kiss him, touch him, get him off—it was the most arousing thing Harry had ever experienced. And he wanted more.

Draco’s hands trailed up and down Harry’s back, then up into his hair as he took the kiss deeper. Harry could feel Draco’s renewed erection against his own. He loved the feel of Draco’s hands sifting through his hair. But he wanted more, so he broke the kiss and began moving his way down Draco’s body, stopping periodically to kiss or lick or suck on a particularly tempting part—his neck where it met his collarbone, Draco’s nipples, his nicely defined abs.

When he reached the waistband of Draco’s trousers, he slid a hand over the bulge behind the fly, gently squeezing it. Sliding himself completely off Draco’s lap and onto his knees on the floor, he looked up at Draco with his hand poised to open the button of the trousers.

Draco was looking down at Harry, lust darkening his silver-gray eyes.

“May I?” Harry asked in a seductive voice.

Draco couldn’t speak; the sight of Harry kneeling before him was too erotic. He simply nodded, then closed his eyes and moaned as Harry caressed his straining erection again. He felt the restriction of his clothing ease as the buttons were unfastened. He automatically lifted his hips when Harry slid his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers and made to tug them down.

Draco’s engorged cock sprang free from his boxers as Harry dragged them and the trousers down to the tops of Draco’s thighs. Flicking one last glance upward at Draco’s face, Harry licked his lips before bending his head to enjoy his prize.

Holding the base of Draco’s cock with one hand, Harry heard Draco’s sharp intake of breath as he placed a gentle kiss on the head then swirled his tongue around it once. He lapped up the single drop of pre-come glistening at the tip before licking the length of the shaft, running his tongue up and down, circling the head at the end of each upward journey before licking his way down again. He continued to tease until he felt Draco’s hands clutch in his hair and heard him whimper, “Harry, please!”

Grinning to himself that he’d caused the great Draco Malfoy to beg, Harry took as much of Draco’s cock as he could into his mouth. He began an easy rhythm of sucking and licking the throbbing cock, sucking hard at the head every third time or so. Draco was perfect—the thickness, the length, his taste. Gods, he tasted incredible.

Draco groaned as the hot wetness surrounded him. He glanced down at his lap and the sight of Harry’s head working up and down his shaft nearly undid him. The things he was doing with his tongue! Gods, it felt incredible.

Harry shifted one hand from Draco’s thigh to the sac hanging beneath his shaft. He gently rolled them through his fingers and was rewarded with another moan from Draco. He licked his way down and kissed and sucked at Draco’s testicles, wetting his fingers in salvia and pre-come as he continued to stroke Draco’s erection. Returning his mouth to Draco’s cock, Harry established a harder sucking rhythm as he slid one finger under Draco’s balls to caress his perineum briefly before he started to circle Draco’s tight hole.

Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when Harry’s finger touched him there. He’d never dreamed having his arsehole fingered could feel so good. He could feel his testicles tightening and drawing up as he neared climax. Harry either sensed it or felt it, because he was suddenly sucking harder at Draco’s cock. It was all Draco could do to gasp out,

“Harry…oh….yes…close…” while tugging on his hair.

Harry shook his head slightly. He wanted to taste Draco fully. He pushed just the tip of his first finger inside Draco while at the same time flicking his tongue repeatedly against the head of his cock.

With a cry, Draco came, shooting himself into Harry’s mouth. Harry pulled back a little to swallow and continued to lick and suck at Draco’s cock until it was clean and he felt Draco’s thighs relax. With a final swipe of his tongue, Harry shifted to kiss his way back up Draco’s chest until he was straddling him again.

Completely limp, his mind blank, Draco returned Harry’s kiss and tasted himself on Harry’s tongue. After a moment, Harry twisted himself off Draco’s lap to lie back on the sofa, bringing Draco to lie on top of him. Draco nuzzled at Harry’s neck and sighed.

Lifting his head, Draco felt the hard press of Harry’s erection against his stomach. Grinning as he watching Harry’s face, Draco shifted to lie at Harry’s side. He slid his hand down Harry’s chest to the button closure of his jeans. Still watching Harry’s face, he slowly flipped open the top button, then the second, then the third. Each time his thumb brushed against Harry’s cock, Harry groaned. Having finally opened the fly completely, Draco pulled Harry free of his boxers and began to stroke up and down the shaft. He dragged his thumb over the weeping slit at the top and spread it to use as lubrication for his fist.

All the while, Draco watched Harry. When Draco had finally grasped his dick, Harry had tossed his head back, closed his eyes and sighed. Working his hand firmly, Draco realised he’d never jacked anyone other than himself off before. He decided to do what he himself liked and hoped Harry liked it too. Apparently it worked for Harry, as it was but a few minutes later, after a few more twisting strokes, that Harry groaned loudly and shot his load onto his stomach and Draco’s hand. Draco stroked a few more times to finish him off, then used his wand to charm them both clean again.

Harry pulled Draco down to lie on top of him again and kissed him briefly. Draco settled his head on Harry’s chest and sighed when he felt Harry’s fingers begin to toy with his hair. He felt utterly…happy. For the first time in he didn’t even know how long, Draco Malfoy was happy.

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A/N: Ta-da! Finally! I hope everyone is happy—man, some of those reviews I got at the end of Ch. 35—whew! There are some people out there who really didn’t like my cliffhanger! *grinning evilly* Hee, hee. Well, I hope y’all feel better now. Sorry it took so long to post this, I didn’t intend to keep you hanging, honestly, but real life bit me on the butt and I didn’t have much writing time and I wanted to do this chapter justice. So please forgive! I hope you enjoyed it and please keep reading and reviewing! I love reading what you guys have to say—your feedback really helps!

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