All I Ever Wanted

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

A/N: Special Beta-love/thanks to Scully!

"All I Ever Wanted"....Chap. 41 'Testing 1...2...3'

Draco came home much later than planned, but Harry woke when he walked in the door and promptly leaned up for a kiss. He'd curled up around Draco's pillow just after ten, quietly praying that Draco'd had an easy time of it, visiting his father. Draco kissed him back needily, passing the silent message that it had been hard going at Azkaban, and when they broke free for air, he begged apology and headed for the bathroom.

"Sorry I'm so late, the Ministry checked that jewel seven ways from Sunday. I can only imagine how long they'd have kept at it if it hadn't been for Kingsley vouching for me."

"S'aright, love. Not to pry...but did your father...you know," Harry let the question hang, his voice trailing off. He knew it was a sensitive subject.

"Yeah...I think he recognized me. As much as he could, anyway. He did like the jewel...I told him we made it together. Not that I think it sunk in enough for him to understand. Harry...I'll be back out in a few. I just really, really need to clean the stink of that cell off of me with a decent shower. Fucking barbaric hellhole. I'm not saying they should keep prisoners in four star accommodations, but it's truly foul down there." Draco peeled off his robes and kissed Harry one last time before heading for the shower.

Harry let relief wash over him. Since the episode after Narcissa's death, he'd been really worried about Draco's coping skills, but Draco was starting to sound like himself again. Confident and decisive, capable of dealing with whatever came his way.

Harry listened quietly to the splashing sounds from the shower, breathing in the faint scent of Draco's shampoos and aromatic soaps. Even with their brutal workload, life was slowly returning to normal. That was all Harry could ask for...anything more was sheer luck. He was nodding off to sleep when Draco finally joined him in bed.

Draco slipped beneath the sheets and curled around Harry, still hot from the shower, and smelling like an exotic garden from his products. Harry yawned and settled in for a comfortable goodnight kiss. The kiss, however, lingered. It didn't seem as though Draco was going to let him end it anytime soon, and just as Harry was beginning to worry that his rapidly responding libido would put pressure on Draco for more than he was ready to give, the soft, warm hand that had been pressed gently against Harry's chest slowly slid down to his pajamas.

Harry almost whimpered when he felt that gentle hand begin stroking the frantic erection straining against his underclothes. Draco broke their kiss only to begin working his mouth along Harry's neck...down his collarbone...and eventually back up to the sensitive spot just behind Harry's left ear.

"Harry," came the throaty whisper, "I want you...I need you. Make love to me...slowly...make it last...please?"

Harry didn't waste words answering; he simply rolled closer to Draco and took over, intent on slaking every hunger he'd endured for almost a week. Harry lavished attention on every part of Draco, his hands tracing a message of worship upon the sensitive medium of Draco's skin...all the while using his mouth and tongue to equally good effect.

They rolled and curled and wove in and out of one another's limbs for the better part of the hour, until Draco became impatient to get Harry's pajamas off. Naked at last, Harry still wasn't inclined to simply abandon their foreplay. Now he just moved it a bit lower. Harry's ministrations left his lover panting...whimpering...and softly cursing with teary-eyed hunger.

Harry poured himself into his task, devoting every fiber of his being to pleasing his lover. Draco received no mercy from the devilish tongue that would briefly offer satisfaction, and then pull away to tease yet another part of his body. He made no complaints, just gave himself completely over and let Harry taunt him into a state of near delirium, while he groaned and sighed and whispered his approval.

Draco was face down, head almost buried in pillows and rumpled sheets. This kept his cries of pleasure to a dull roar while Harry's tireless tongue cruelly labored behind him.

Finally Draco felt the shift of weight on the bed as Harry reached for the nightstand. His body shook with relief and anticipation. Gods, but he'd needed this! So long without a lusty thought was unnatural for him, but this past week had been sheer hell. Harry's slick fingers drove any further musings from his mind, and he was soon wriggling and pushing himself onto them, physically begging for more. The fingers slipped away and a second later a familiar heat and pressure sought ingress.

Draco shifted muscles, pushing outward and back, murmuring blessings and curses to himself while he strained against the warmth and thickness sliding into him. Soon, Harry was completely inside of him, and the fullness that he'd ached for so desperately was his at last. Harry's chest was draped comfortably across his back...and his lover's teeth were gently nipping the nape of his neck between kisses. Draco's own cock was painfully erect and cramped between the sheets and his stomach, but at this moment he truly did not care.

Harry began to move ever so slowly. Long, gentle strokes that effortlessly glided in and out of Draco's body. His pace was flawless. Time slid by them without notice while Draco languished on the border of repletion.

Despite the days apart, there was no urgency between them...just Draco's hungry acceptance and Harry's tempered and patient desire to please. Draco felt the twitches and shudders, the sudden hitch in Harry's pace, and the random flexing of the erection buried inside him. Harry faltered only a minute at most, then...still erect, he started the same pace anew. Draco sighed in contentment, lazily soaking up every luxury that Harry offered.

When it was very, very late indeed, Draco finally allowed himself satisfaction, letting his mind drift in waves of pleasure until the insistent throb of his own erection gave way to shuddering spurts onto the sheets below him. Harry felt the change and brought himself to the edge in seconds, laying his sweating brow on Draco's back while he shook with the final release of his own seed.

After a few moments of gasping for breath, giggling and laughing in happy contentment, and whispering affectionate words to each other, Harry slipped free of Draco and rolled down beside him, running his hand through Draco's hair. "Gods, I've missed you, love...like this...after it all...there's no part of you I don't adore. That was... amazing."

Draco blushed slightly. "You did the amazing part, love. I just enjoyed myself thoroughly along the way. I hadn't really noticed how badly I needed that. I just haven't...well...you know...been myself lately. Just trust me...I needed that every bit as badly as you did."

Sleep found them easily in the aftermath of intercourse, both of them sleeping as peacefully and as deeply as infants. Wednesday crept to its start faster than they wanted and the magic 'alarm' that called them to wake was an annoying and insistent buzz that they both wished to ignore.

raco crawled out of bed, tired, but feeling better than he had in some time, and made his way blearily to the bathroom. Even after his shower, Harry was still dozing, so Draco took the matter in hand...quite literally, in fact. They may have missed breakfast, but at least they started the day with matching smiles that didn't wear off until they were knee deep in homework much later that afternoon.

The weeks crawled by with agonizing slowness. The rising tide of studies and papers and tests took their toll. The tutoring program and other Slytherin House changes demanded much of Draco's time, and Harry struggled with the new magic at his command, mastering it with painstaking slowness.

They had small gatherings with friends, and occasional breaks, but the bulk of their time was claimed by their duties. The one bright aspect of their often tedious days was the satisfaction of their mutually overactive sex drives. However tense and tired they were, there simply wasn't a day that passed that they couldn't find time to sate their lust for one another.

Aside from attending the Slytherin hosted parties, and personally tutoring a couple of students, Draco found another time consuming task on his plate: estate management. The paperwork for the management of the Malfoy estate was being owled to him each week. Thankfully, he'd been tutored in the rigors of estate management every summer since he was fourteen, and was more than ready for the task; it just ate up a little more time from an already busy schedule.

Harry reached a peak of skill in Occlumency so high that even Snape had to growl out compliments. There was no more to be taught, and Harry would have an Occlumency license upon graduation. It opened possibilities for after the war, either as an Auror or as a Healer for St. Mungo's. In the meantime, he'd achieved a state of mental peace and confidence he'd never possessed before, and it was an enormous aid in his new research. At long last, he'd mastered all of the practice exercises for handling magical energy and the time had come for heavier research.

Hermione and Ron waited under a tree while Harry prepared to cast his first 'amplified' spell. They'd chosen the lakeside as an acceptable environment, mostly to ensure a safe distance between Harry and any living creature...just in case. Not that Harry hadn't shown exceptional skill in his practice, but there were stern warnings in the grimoire regarding the potential mishaps that came from releasing raw magic into a spell without careful control.

Although Harry would never admit it, the faint risk of mishap played a part in his decision to time their first spell test while Draco was at his busiest. Professor McGonagall, however, was observing from the her window, despite a fairly busy schedule, and had ordered the grounds cleared of students during the first test.

With concentration and skill, any wizard or witch could cast a spell and make it more effective. Infusing raw magical energy into the mix would make even the simplest spells many times more powerful. Therefore, they were limited in the choice of spells Harry could safely use for practice.

In the end, Hermione and Professor McGonagall had decided on 'Lumos' as the safest spell to start with. Little, if any, harm could be done by a mishap with a first-year spell for producing light. Just to be sure, however, they had all donned sunglasses with heavily tinted lenses.

Prior to casting the spell, Harry gathered energy for some ten or fifteen minutes; the effort made his hair stand on end. He felt vaguely like a live wire when he held in magic without letting it go, which was slightly distracting. It caused him to have several false starts where he would raise his wand, then lose control of the stored energy and feel it drain away. Then he'd have to start over from the top.

After almost half an hour, he finally got it right. With a flick of his wand, he uttered, "Lumos" while releasing the stored magic through his wand...and the effect was a bit more than they had predicted.

Light exploded from Harry's wand, and for all intents and purposes, Harry appeared to be sitting at the center of a small and heatless sun. Had it been night, it likely could have been seen from space and would have been noticed on the horizon from nearly any direction in England or Scotland. Minerva McGonagall wound up stumbling around her office, momentarily blinded, and uttering several remarks that made her portraits blush and step out to visit friends for a while.

Harry's eyes were screwed shut, but the light was still blinding, even through his shades. Slightly stunned, Harry finally gathered just enough energy to cast an amplified 'Nox', then collapsed back onto the ground, his eyes blinking and tearing. He heard rather than saw Hermione and Ron come running up.

"Harry! Are you okay?! That was incredible! We still need to work on control...maybe work out ways for you to gauge how much you put into a spell, but that was fantastic!" Hermione was bubbling over with excitement.

Ron couldn't contain himself and burst out, "Fucking Merlin, mate! Good thing you didn't try a Warming Spell first! You'd 'ave turned Scotland into the fucking Sahara! Brilliant! Once you've got a grip on this, You Know Who's toast! Maybe even literally!"

Harry felt fairly enthused, if a little tired. They called it quits for the day, out of respect for the slight headache Harry felt coming on, but none of them noticed something far subtler. At Harry's left temple, three hairs had turned the color of purest silver.