Secondhand Robes: Epilogue

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.


Secondhand Robes: Epilogue (part 4) by Samayel


Draco walked through Hogwarts’ halls with a weirdly serene confidence. His final destination was the Room Of Requirement on the seventh floor, and Harry would likely be waiting for him, even though he meant to be just a little early.

Draco had just undergone a rather hasty education in all things gay and sexual, and even if he was inexperienced, he still knew enough to make Harry’s mind reel. Two days were barely enough to cover even half the material that Granger had supplied him with, but his head was still buzzing with new concepts and yet untested possibilities.

’If he thinks he loves me now…wait ‘til tonight is over. This time…I’m the one who’ll know what he’s doing! About bloody time, too!’

Beneath that rather crass sentiment was a glaring truth that Draco only rarely acknowledged. He wanted Harry’s love more than anything he could have imagined and, coming from a world where fidelity and loyalty were unheard of concepts, Draco felt a terrible uncertainty at the core of his being.

He was in too far. He’d loved his parents, and they had hurt him and ultimately left him, albeit unwillingly, to starve without any plans for his welfare. His so called friends in Slytherin were little more than vultures waiting for a sign of weakness before they struck. He’d been more open with Harry than he had with anyone…ever…and that gave Harry a power that no other possessed. The power to hurt Draco more cruelly than any parent, rival or classmate ever had. It was more terrifying than starvation or poverty had ever been.

When Harry had started pushing their relationship into more serious, adult territory, Draco had balked a little, not so much frightened by the sex, as by the implied intimacy that came with it. He’d coped well enough, given that Harry was incredibly sweet, patient and thoughtful, but that nagging fear had never left him. If Harry left him, it would be infinitely worse than suffering a Crucio. It would be a living hell.

It was hard sometimes to believe that he had any business having a boyfriend as good as Harry…or as sexy for that matter. Where Draco was cool and austere on the surface, Harry seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. Where Draco was reserved with his emotions and plotted long and convoluted revenge upon his enemies, Harry simply went for the heart every time, wand or fists blazing. It seemed unimaginable that any two people so different could remain together. That was the crux of Draco’s fear. Harry had his heart. If Harry ever turned on him, in anger or frustration, Draco would be utterly destroyed.

Tonight, Draco had a single purpose. Tonight he would cross a threshold with Harry that seemed common to some, but remained significant to Draco. Tonight they would come as close to each other as two human beings could ever be, and nothing would be the same afterwards. His goal was simple: his body would a living message to Harry, with every moment between them a wordless statement of Draco’s absolute devotion to Harry. No awkward fumbling, and no amateurish experimenting. Even if he didn’t have any practical experience beyond what they’d done together this year, he would still make this night dominate Harry’s memory forever.

‘If he just knew how much I love him…how badly I need him…maybe…maybe he’ll never leave.’

And there was the hall. Unmarked, completely hidden, waiting for Draco’s thoughts to shape the doorway to his need. Draco paced while focusing his mind on what he required of the room, in this case, entrance to whatever room Harry had crafted for them, and then there was a door.

With a deep breath and a fluttering sense of trepidation, Draco entered the room and closed the door behind him. Harry had been waiting for him, on a large and comfortable looking day bed, naked, save for the thin white sheet that was draped elegantly across his waist, hiding his private parts and contrasting wonderfully with his slightly dark skin.

The room was bathed in a soft radiance that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere in particular, and the details around the walls were hazy, as if wrapped in gauze. The furnishings were simple and elegant, and at the center of the room was Harry, reclining on his side, propped up by a few pillows, with his glasses already off, and his green eyes shining in Draco’s direction. Harry’s smile could have melted stone. Small wonder it had melted Draco’s reserve so easily.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come. I should have known better.” Harry’s smile held a rueful poignancy. His tone was light and relieved.

Draco hung his head a moment. “I know it seemed like I wasn’t ready for this, but that’s over, love. I told you I’d come, and I wouldn’t break a promise to you. Not now, not ever.”

Harry looked abashed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just…I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t want to.”

“No worries, love. I want this, too. I missed you this last couple of days, and I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I had a few things I needed to work out for myself, and I took care of them. I’m glad I’m here, and I like what you’ve done with the place…no distractions from the main attraction.” Draco smirked, while Harry blushed cheerfully.

“I’d really like it if you climbed in here with me for a bit. I could do with a cuddle before anything…well…anything else. And I wanted to talk some. I know…any excuse to get you naked.” Harry chuckled and patted the empty space on the bed in front of him.

Draco began peeling away clothes, not hastily, but with a quiet and implied sense of comfort that was artfully feigned. His heart was actually pounding, but he didn’t want Harry to feel slighted or nervous. Confidence…where was that damn confidence he’d had a few minutes ago?!

When the last of his clothes were finally laid aside in a neat pile, Draco slid beneath the sheet, aware of the heat of Harry’s gaze upon him. Once he was comfortable on the surprisingly firm bed, Harry kissed him just once on the mouth then turned his back on Draco and curled into Draco’s arms, pressing the two of them close together like spoons in a drawer.

Draco wasn’t sure what to say, and held Harry to him loosely, enjoying the sudden realization that he’d never had the leisure of laying naked, side by side in a proper bed, with Harry before. Harry’s skin was wonderfully soft, and warm, and the sensation of his body against Harry’s was indescribably pleasant and comfortable.

“Draco?”

“Yeah?”

“There are too many things we don’t say. Tonight, I want to say them.” Draco tensed ever so slightly at the serious tone in Harry’s voice. He waited for Harry to continue, his own breath caught in his throat.

“Draco…you know I love you, don’t you? You know I wouldn’t be here…for this…with anyone else, don’t you?” Draco had no choice but to answer. Harry’s calm tone belied a hidden fear of Harry’s own…and Draco was better at reading people than he ever let on. He kissed the back of Harry’s neck, then sighed expansively.

“I know, Harry. I…I know it, but…sometimes I…sometimes I just get, you know, spooked. It’s just too much sometimes. More than I can believe in, or at least more than I thought I could believe in. I just…it’s…it’s hard to say it. Harry…I…I love you.” Any attempt at salvaging his dignity was lost when his voice cracked. How could anything so seemingly common be so painful to say aloud? Harry’s back stiffened in surprise and a hand slid back to find Draco’s with a gentle squeeze. Draco bit back the tears that were threatening to scald his face. This wasn’t anything like what he’d planned!

“I wish the world wasn’t like this. I wish it wasn’t the kind of place that made that so hard for you to say. I just wanted to hear that. Tonight.” Harry turned around and leaned close. Draco gave a wan smile and sighed with resignation. No one else made him feel this…this exquisite torture.

“You know you could destroy me, don’t you?” Draco’s question was little more than a hoarse whisper.

Harry’s breath gusted softly against the shell of Draco’s ear. “Yeah, but it would be like destroying myself. I’d do anything for you, Draco. Please don’t ever think I would hurt you. I love you.” Harry’s lips slid across Draco’s neck and down to the pit of his throat.

Draco gasped lightly. His libido was slowly overwhelming his conscious mind and flickering to life. All his fears, his petty neuroses, his dreadful, middle of the night worries swirled away, and the crushing reality of Harry’s lips and tongue tracing their way down his chest took over. Harry was still holding his hand, and he slid his fingers into the beautiful mess of his lover’s hair, twining dark locks between his fingers while he gasped for breath. Gods, but Harry knew how to use that tongue!

Harry teased and taunted, letting his mouth attend every part of Draco except the one that achingly demanded attention, straining upward and tenting the sheet that now covered them less and less. Draco could have sworn that the light in the room had grown dimmer, and then his mind became void of thought when Harry lapped his way to the weeping tip of Draco’s cock.

The past few months had taught Harry well, but Draco couldn’t recall an occasion that Harry had ever shown so much restraint. This was NOT the hasty rush to satisfaction that had marked their earlier experiences. It was all he could do not to scream with frustration, until Harry finally slipped his mouth over the head of Draco’s swollen and needful member, and let a gentle, lapping suction carry away Draco’s tension.

Draco surrendered utterly to Harry’s ministrations, letting time and mind slip away, until a growing sense of urgency began to draw him back to the here and now. It took more will than he thought he possessed to do it, but he pulled Harry up by the shoulders and rolled the two of them to their right, pinning Harry beneath him.

The wicked smirk on Harry’s face made the effort entirely worthwhile. Draco turned his attention to Harry’s neck and throat, trying very hard not let the sensation of his spit slicked and aching organ against Harry’s miracle soft skin distract him from his ultimate goal.

Harry melted on cue. He always did. The green eyed git was such a sucker for attention to his neck, especially just beneath his left ear. Harry was often the more forward of the two at first, but once things reached a certain feverish pitch, and Draco was sufficiently wound up, Harry almost always relaxed utterly, taking his pleasure from Draco’s rising need. It was a curious trait, but one that now gave Draco the freedom to bring his original plans back on line.

The studies he’d undertaken had not been in vain. Draco paused in his journey down Harry’s body, and lavished attention upon Harry’s nipples, which had never been part of their repertoire…until now. Harry began to make noises that implied both delirious confusion and pleasure at the same time, and Draco’s ego soared. His fingertips and teeth and tongue worked in unison, and Harry responded, helplessly in thrall to Draco’s manipulations. If Harry had been a musical instrument, Draco was now his virtuoso.

Draco was also careful not to allow too much friction against the stiff curve of Harry’s leaking cock. Knowing full well how easily Harry could reach orgasm, he denied his boyfriend the chance to come before a time of Draco’s own choosing.

When his mouth finally reached the inside of Harry’s thighs, it became necessary to hold Harry’s hands still, as Harry started to tremble and shudder, reaching for relief and finding Draco’s hands stopping him at every turn. Draco paused while Harry groaned in frustration.

“Easy, love.” He whispered. “We’ve only just started. I’ve got all night yet to go.” Harry’s frustrated whimper was just sublime.

Harry had showered just before coming to the room. Draco could tell by the faint scent of cheap soap that hovered at the edge of his senses despite the more intoxicating aromas of musky sweat and pre-come that filled his every breath. His tongue mapped every curve and crevice of Harry’s groin, leaving only the pulsing erection alone, forcing Harry to flex and strain with unfulfilled desire.

Harry cried out loudly when Draco gently nipped at the flesh just below Harry’s balls, and Draco suddenly realized that there was no need for silence on Harry’s part. At last they were in a place where they could not be overheard or interrupted. No pleasure would be denied them here. How fitting.

With that comforting thought, Draco swirled his tongue lower and lower, toward an act he’d only read of the night before, but was sure that Harry would never forget. Before he even reached his ultimate destination, Harry began to gasp aloud at every tongue stroke.

“Wh-what the…D-draco…what are you…? Ahh! God! What…?” Harry was nearing complete incoherence when Draco paused to answer.

“Trust me, Harry. You’ll like this. Just let go and enjoy. Don’t hold back.” Then he pushed Harry’s legs up and back, and went back to work.

If it hadn’t been for the depth of Harry’s voice, the noises would have been similar to the ones made by girls he’d heard from a distance. Draco may have been a virgin, but he was neither deaf nor blind to what had been going on all around him since his fourth year at Hogwarts. In fact, he’d once stumbled upon Millicent Bullstrode in the more-than-friendly embrace of a seventh year Ravenclaw, and the pitch of her voice had been remarkably akin to Harry’s. Thank goodness he was in a situation that guaranteed his excitement, or that mental comparison might well have spoiled the mood!

His tongue slithered across the whorled pink surface before him, and any faint shred of self control that Harry possessed evaporated on the spot. Within minutes, Draco had reduced his lover to tears and begging, none of it coherent, none of it answered. Harry’s cries were met with a solemn resolve to keep at the task, and when Draco finally chose to relent, it was only because his tongue was thoroughly exhausted.

Harry’s backside was liberally drenched in saliva, and Draco was keenly aware of his own burgeoning need for relief. He almost couldn’t believe what he’d just done, except that, as soon as he’d stopped, Harry had collapsed into a boneless and gasping heap, muttering praise beneath desperate breaths. When Harry finally opened his eyes, Draco was making use of his wand with a discreet Lubricus.

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Harry couldn’t have imagined anything like what was happening. Draco had never been particularly aggressive, at least not when faced with new territory. Harry had been pleasantly surprised and excited by the change in demeanor, until Draco’s head had slid between his thighs.

Nothing had prepared Harry for that sensation! Every move that Draco’s tongue made sent shivers down Harry’s spine. He’d almost bitten his own tongue to the point of bleeding while trying to remain reasonably still for his lover. It was just bloody amazing.

He’d been ‘ready’ for this night before, and had thought that there was no way he could possibly be more eager to feel Draco inside of him…and then his world had exploded into an inchoate mass of dizzying, blood pumping excitement and spiraling need.

The look on Harry’s face was one of mingled awe, exhaustion, and urgent, all-encompassing need. He knew with perfect certainty that, if Draco didn’t get inside him tonight, and soon, he would fucking well just die! Nothing could have brought more immediate joy than opening his eyes and seeing Draco kneeling in front of him, carefully spelling lubricant into the right places.

It was a very strange sensation, suddenly feeling thoroughly slick down there from nothing more than a muttered word, and he wasn’t even sure where the hell Draco had learned that spell from. He’d learned about it from friends, and he’d expected to have to cast it himself, while guiding a nervous Slytherin through the whole process. Obviously, Draco didn’t need any feedback from Harry other than assent…and that was just damned sexy in and of itself!

Draco was on his knees, looking down at Harry in the hazy, enchanted light, with an expression that perfectly mingled desperate hunger and awestruck love. At the moment, flustered and gasping for breath before Draco, Harry felt truly beautiful for the first time.

‘He’s so bloody gorgeous. I make him feel like this…he wants me sooo much…and I made him feel that way. ME! He doesn’t see a fucking freak under a cupboard! He loves ME!’

Draco leaned in for a kiss, and Harry acquiesced hungrily. When their lips parted, Draco whispered into the shell of Harry’s ear.

“Are you ready for this, love? We could wait if you want?”

Harry smiled in response and slipped a hand between Draco’s thighs, enjoying the way Draco closed his eyes and swayed a little when Harry’s warm hand closed around his slick erection and gently pulled him closer.

“This was worth the wait. I…I trust you, Dray, and…I still want this…now.” Harry leaned back and brought his legs slightly up, then watched Draco move into position while his own heart fluttered in his chest.

His ankles were resting comfortably on Draco’s shoulders, and Draco’s free hand felt strangely sensual on his right hip. The other was clearly guiding Draco’s cock into place, and the first soft nudge against his entrance made his breath catch audibly.

Draco paused only a second before starting a rather weird motion. It seemed like he was just constantly rubbing the head of his erection against Harry, poking gently at it and moving away, then pressing only a little harder the next time. The sensation was torturous, and Harry felt himself almost involuntarily pushing out and back for more, inviting something…anything more than this.

He hadn’t the slightest idea where Draco might have learned to do something like this, but at the moment he really didn’t care. Frantic need was overtaking everything else, and all he wanted was to feel more and more of his lover inside of him.

He’d imagined that it would hurt…at least a little. That’s what others had told him, and he had just accepted that brief discomfort would be the price for eventual pleasure. This was anything but pain! It was a different kind of torture, a constant flirting with entry that inspired a hunger in him he hadn’t realized was possible. Draco was smiling while he worked carefully, concentrating on his task, and Harry was suddenly aware that at least the head of Draco’s cock was inside his body…and it hadn’t hurt at all!

Truth be told…all he felt was a strange and intoxicating fullness and a rather pleasurable sensation similar to the way his own finger had felt in the shower. Harry had been ‘experimenting’, albeit very gently, over the past few weeks, hoping that when this event finally took place, he wouldn’t suffer any pain or discomfort that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Between those slight preparations, the Lubricus spell, and Draco’s skillful manipulations, this was going infinitely better than he could have imagined.

Harry lost a bit of patience, and pushed himself open, sliding imperceptibly forward just as Draco pushed in…and the result was a delicious feeling of thickness and heat moving through him, and the guttural moan that passed his lips wasn‘t lost on Draco.

Harry squirmed and whimpered in frustration while Draco pressed ever so gently further and then slid back, over and over again. His eyes were closed and his skin felt too tight to be his own. Uncounted minutes passed and Harry’s eyes flew open in surprise when he felt Draco’s groin pressed firmly against his bum.

The sudden realization that Draco’s entire length was currently inside his own body was mind boggling. It had fit like a key meant for just this one lock. Draco’s stillness gave Harry a chance to wriggle a bit, and shift himself about, experimenting with the feel of Draco’s taut and aching flesh inside him. Then Draco started to move, and Harry’s world slid into chaos again.

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Draco’s pace was slow and determined, and he was entirely comfortable with that. He’d teased Harry into a state of excitement that had made entry easier, and the techniques he’d read so painstakingly over the last two days were working to good effect. His ego was rapidly reaching new heights, and his confidence rose with it.

There was one more trump card he hadn’t played yet. It just required a bit of gentle searching. Harry seemed agitated, but pleased, with Draco’s gentle thrusts, and Draco’s only immediate concern was fighting off the overwhelming urge to come. Harry’s body was lithe and tawny and beautiful in front of him, and trickling pre-come had spotted Harry’s stomach and pooled in his belly button. Draco shifted the direction of his thrusts cautiously, and Harry was too enraptured to notice. There was something Draco was searching for, and he’d know when he found it.

Harry’s eyes widened comically, and his back arched sharply while he barked out a sharp and wordless cry of surprise. Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow, then thrust for that newfound spot again, eliciting the same response from Harry as before. Now he knew exactly what to do, and exactly where to do it. Draco picked up his pace, gripped Harry’s ankles tightly to keep them steady, and went to task like never before.

Firm and steady, Draco applied pressure to that wondrous spot inside Harry with every stroke, and in less than a minute Harry was coming noisily and hard, his cock straining while muscles tightened around Draco with every spurt. Draco’s control faltered, and he reluctantly gave himself over to orgasm, while the magnificent tightness of Harry’s arse clutched at him as he came. Harry was a lot louder when he came this way than ever before, and Draco’s ears were almost ringing from some of those final cries.

Harry was a shuddering, shaking mess, panting for breath and staring at Draco with glazed eyes. Draco didn’t withdraw from Harry’s body, and leaned down, still connected at the hips, sunk deeply in Harry’s quivering body, and kissed his lover deeply between gasping breaths.

Harry regained the power of speech just long enough to look Draco in the eyes with wild gratitude and naked lust, and almost snarled, “’S brill- brilliant. Again! Do it again.”

Draco lifted an eyebrow in amazement and smiled. Harry’s arms slipped around him and yanked him close, pulling Draco into a savage kiss. Harry slipped his mouth away from Draco’s and worked his way down to the pit of his lovers throat, then bit down…hard, enough to make Draco wince and groan, and just enough to make his blood rush and pump.

Draco pinned Harry’s knees to his chest and started thrusting slowly again. Always he aimed for the spot he now knew drove Harry crazy with pleasure, and though Harry’s cock had softened, it twitched to life slowly while Harry moaned and thrashed with desire.

Fingernails burned hot trails of fire down Draco’s back, and Harry’s eyes were green beacons in the dim light, guiding the ship of Draco’s soul safely home in dangerous waters. Harry obviously wanted Draco to let go and be as wild as he wanted, else he wouldn’t have savaged Draco so, nor would he have so vocally demanded more. Draco took up the challenge.

His way was made all the easier by the come he’d so recently spent, and the Lubricus had been more than sufficient. Draco pumped hard and swift into Harry, who no longer seemed to care about the perfect spot and only wanted as much as Draco could give as savagely as possible.

Arching his back yet again, and groaning loudly, Harry reached up and twined his fingers through Draco’s hair while his other hand scratched its way down Draco’s chest. The pain was exquisite, and drove Draco to new heights.

Draco paused suddenly, pulled out of Harry with a soft wet pop that seemed all the louder for the sudden silence. Harry looked stricken and desperate, but before he could question what Draco had just done, Draco artfully manipulated Harry’s legs and flipped him onto his stomach, only to enter him quickly again, and resume his earlier pace as if it had never been interrupted.

Harry’s backside was a work of art, and the only thing that prevented Draco from coming almost immediately was his recent orgasm. Draco positioned himself over Harry and used his slight advantage in height to best effect, letting his lips and teeth work their will on Harry’s neck and shoulder.

With every stroke into Harry, Draco used his own cock like a lever, bringing pressure down against Harry’s prostate and listening hungrily to the gasps Harry made as he clawed the sheets. It wasn’t long before Harry went over the top again. Being pounded through the mattress was simply more than his normally sensitive body could take.

Harry’s entire body tensed and shook. Draco twined his fingers into one of Harry’s hands and found his own hand trapped in a frenzied grip. The sudden clenching around his own buried cock, combined with Harry’s pillow-muffled cries, pushed Draco to the end of his tether, and with a few last, unrelenting thrusts, he came to orgasm again, and promptly collapsed onto Harry’s back.

It was a heavenly exhaustion, and Draco hesitantly slipped sideways as he caught his breath, sliding slowly out of Harry and pulling Harry’s limp and pliant body against him in a fevered embrace. He kissed the smooth, tanned shoulders he’d so recently bitten and bruised with fierceness. Harry could only sigh contentedly and lay back against Draco.

Draco had hoped for a conversation that flattered him, but it didn’t seem to be forthcoming. Harry was almost completely out of it, smiling giddily and just holding Draco’s arm around him. It was a little disconcerting, but after almost a quarter hour, Harry finally got a grip on himself and spoke hoarsely.

“Draco.”

“Yes, love?”

“Who else have you been fucking?”

“Only you, Harry! You didn’t know that? You were bloody fantastic!”

“No, I mean before me. Who…who did you do this with before me?”

“No one, Harry, I swear.”

“Not possible. That was the most fucking incredible set of orgasms I’ve ever had…ever. Take all the ones you’ve ever had any other way, roll them into one, and have them at the same time…twice. Then you’re getting close. You really mean that you did that to me on your first try?”

Draco blushed. “Well, yeah. I wanted this to be perfect for you. No compromises. So I…I uh…I studied.” The last word was almost a garbled whisper.

“You what?”

“Books. I studied books. Hermione helped me get them.”

“Wait wait wait! Let me get this right. Do you mean…to tell me…that you got Hermione…to bring you books…to learn how to have sex…with me?” Harry was the picture of incredulity.

“Yeah. That’s it in a nutshell. It was worth all the effort, too. I hope you mention to Hermione that you were happy with the results, or she might hex off something of mine that you might want later. It was a real piece of work getting her help on this.”

Harry was silent for a minute. “I was fantastic?”

“Bloody incredible! If I’d known it would be like this…I’d have shagged you right there in the great hall when we kissed! I’m just sorry I made you wait so long for me to get it together.”

“Mmmm. Draco?”

“Yeah?”

“Could…could you maybe…spell away the…the mess.”

Draco grabbed his wand and quickly spelled Harry front and back, as well as the sheets and his own groin. He turned to Harry again.

“Do you need a Healing Charm? Just a mild one, if you like?”

Harry looked mortified. “Are you crazy? I forbid you to take this feeling away from me. I wish this would last forever. My knees are weak, the entire lower half of my body is tingling, and I feel more completely alive than I ever have before today. I want to feel this…feel you…as long as possible. If that means a little soreness…then so bloody what?”

Draco couldn’t help but smile. It may have been an off the cuff comment from his currently sated boyfriend, but it made Draco’s heart sing. Harry was exhausted…and delirious, and most of all happy. This was everything he’d hoped for, and everything he’d wanted to give his lover. Only one question remained, nagging at the back of his mind.

Draco curled a little closer, holding Harry just a little more tightly to him. “Harry?”

Harry was entirely comfortable in Draco’s snug embrace, and meant to stay in for a good long while. “Mmm?”

“Not to sound crude…but,” Draco hesitated, unsure of how to frame his question.

“You can say anything to me, Dray…what is it?” The muscles in Harry’s back tensed ever so slightly with concern.

“You really, really liked getting…well…shagged, right? You said it was the most incredible thing you ever felt…right?”

“I wasn’t just flattering you…this was the best thing I’ve ever felt, nothing else even came close. I’m sooo not kidding you! What are you…”

Draco cut him off before any more misconceptions took root. “Would you…for me…oh, bugger all! This is coming out all wrong. Harry, would you be my first? I can’t know what it was like from your side until I’ve tried it, but I know if it’s with you, then it just can’t be bad. Would you?”

Harry’s grin could have put the Cheshire cat to shame. “We’ve got tomorrow off, but I’m not sure I feel like letting you out of this room, or this bed, just yet. Tell you what, as soon as this weekend is over, it’s my turn to score those books off ’Mione…then we’ll see what kind of damage we can do to each other with a little training up. Besides, I’m feeling a bit selfish at the moment…also…a bit horny again.”

Harry’s hand pulled Draco’s own down to Harry’s already stiffening groin. Draco let his fingers curl softly around the swelling flesh, and he savored the shudder that coursed through Harry’s body as he stroked it gently, even while his mind reeled with amazement at Harry‘s speedy recovery from their love-making.

“You randy little bitch! I hope there’s enough left of me for you to shag by the time we get those books again…you might just leave the withered husk of me behind in here if you keep going this way!”

“What can I say, love. Got all the right inspiration right next to me. Don’t worry. We’ve got all of Sunday to recover, so just write off sleeping until tomorrow morning!”

Harry was already grinding his arse against Draco, slowly but surely eliciting a sluggish response from Draco’s exhausted cock.

Draco nipped gently at the nape of Harry’s neck, enjoying the little tremor from Harry that echoed against his own body. It was going to be a very long night…and there was no question in his mind that it was only the first of many to come.

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