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.


All I Ever Wanted.... chap.45 'Sometimes It's Good'


Harry quietly saw Ron and Hermione to the door, scarlet with embarrassment over Draco's outburst.

"Sorry, mates. I don't what this is about, but he's seriously pissed. I'll talk to him a bit and see if he calms down. Just don't say anything to anyone about this until I work it out with him, please?"

Hermione still looked stricken, as this was not at all what she'd expected. "Tell him we're sorry, too. I honestly never imagined he'd take it that way. No one did! Really, Harry."

"It's alright, 'Mione. This isn't your fault. Just a miscalculation. Don't worry. I'll cool him off and talk to you later. Get some rest, love."

Harry wished Ron and Hermione a good night and closed the door. Then he walked over to the bathroom door and waited a few seconds before rapping gently on it.

"Yesss?" Draco's voice was tense and irritable, full of subtle menace and acid sarcasm. How he could pack so much emotion into a single word, Harry just couldn't grasp.

"It's alright, love. They've gone...and Hermione wanted you to know that she's sorry you weren't pleased. No one wanted to..."

"WEREN'T PLEASED?!" The door swung open, revealing a red-faced and blazing-eyed Draco. He stared directly into Harry's eyes with a face that was almost pinched with contained fury. Harry backed up a step, suddenly feeling like HE was the smaller of the two. Draco was really something when he was worked up, and his presence fairly crackled with power.

"I'm 'NOT PLEASED' by the war. I'm 'not pleased' by death omens in your dreams. I'm 'not pleased' by getting hexed or harassed by class mates. This...this is furiously, bitterly, massively PISSED OFF! Look upon it and know it! I swear by Salazar himself that, if so much as one peon mocks me, I WILL hex and curse my way through the entire student body...starting with the crackpot Prefects who schemed this!" There was nothing in Draco's voice or body language that suggested exaggeration.

Harry hadn't spent so much time watching Draco only to flounder now. Gryffindor courage and a dash of Slytherin instinct guided him. Draco was horribly insecure, even if he rarely showed it in open or obvious ways. Harry leaped in where most angels feared to tread. He simply lunged forward and grabbed Draco, pulling him close for a sudden, and very passionate, kiss.

Draco initially squealed in surprise and protest, struggled for almost two seconds, then melted into the kiss with a faintly annoyed sigh. When they separated a few minutes later, Harry softly touched his finger to Draco's lips, then guided him over to the bed and started massaging his shoulders and neck.

Draco was too pleased and confused by this reaction to his own wrath to make any further protest, but he was waiting impatiently for Harry to say something. Part of him hoped that Harry would piss him off, but the rest of him was enjoying the kisses and massage too much to care about anything else.

Harry finally began to speak in calm and even tones. "There's nothing I won't back you up on, you know that. If I thought for one second that this was some way to hurt you, well, I'd never even think of going along with it. If anyone has anything to say about this that you don't like, they'll have to dodge curses from both of us."

The gentle hands and words of absolute support were working their magic. Draco's muscles were slowly relaxing, and the blond boy let a disdainful huff slip out. "You...you really want to do this? Would you understand if I didn't?"

"Love, if you're sure you don't want to accept it, I'll tell them to find some other couple. I promise. You don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I believe them. This happened because almost the entire school admires you...and me. This is their way of saying they approve. Just because it's an old tradition to have a King and a Queen, doesn't mean that anyone thinks you're a queen. It isn't an insult. They admire you, Draco."

The last knot of tension slid out of Draco. He was still mentally reeling from being disarmed and soothed so quickly. Traditionally, only a pile of writhing and badly hexed bodies left him feeling better when he was seriously angry. He realized that Harry had a positively dangerous amount of influence over him...and yet, Draco couldn't quite bring himself to mind. He let out a long sigh, and leaned his head back onto Harry's chest.

"I'm sorry I got so mad." Draco's voice was almost a whisper. "I'm just tired, it's almost NEWTS week, there's so much to do, and I didn't need any more...'complications'. I didn't mean to yell at your friends, either. I just felt like a laughingstock for a moment. I used to be the most feared person in this school besides Severus and Filch. Now they want to make ME, a gay boy, AND my boyfriend, King and Queen of Hogwarts! It's just weird. I'll feel like some kind of showpiece, all dolled up for their stupid little party, then trotted out to amuse them for a bit. Maybe it's just a Slytherin thing, but I can't help but feel like people would be laughing up their sleeves at us. Harry, I'm not exactly what people would call 'butch', but I've never let people laugh at me and get away with it. I won't this time either."

"It's alright. Those are all good reasons to be a little worried. There's nothing wrong with any of that, love. I hope you'll let Hermione know you aren't mad at her. She felt awful about it, and she's probably crying herself sick over it right now. It would help a bit if you tell her it's alright now. And think about this...Hogwarts has never had a gay couple as the King and Queen of the Leaving Ball...ever! You and I are going to be the first. You've already left a huge mark on this school, just by working to change your house and by being with me, now you can make one last giant mark that people will remember forever. Even if it happens again in this century, we'll always be the two who did it first. I can't even imagine doing this without you, so what do you say? Will you try it?"

"Spirit of Salazar, but there must be some Slytherin in you. Harry, you could sell water to the ocean. When you put things like that, I can't really resist, can I? Besides, it's probably just as well that they asked me, since no one else could possibly hope to pull this off with the kind of style and panache that I possess! I'll tell Hermione it's okay tomorrow...and I suppose I just MIGHT apologize for exploding that way. Maybe. Generally speaking, the word sorry only crosses my lips when referring to the state of another person, but I could make an exception just this once. Hmmph. I would like to see how well YOU deal with the concept of being the Queen, though. How would you like it if they expected it of you, hmmm?"

Harry was taken aback for a second, but he recovered fast. "Me? Well, I'd probably be flattered at least, but there are a few problems I'd have to iron out before I did it." Harry left an opening he knew Draco would leap on.

"And what, pray tell, would those be?" Draco asked archly.

"Well, I'd need perfect hair, lots of product, a huge wardrobe, a sexier way to walk, and a huge CD collection featuring everything ever recorded by Madonna and Cher." Harry bit back his laughter and waited for the fireworks to start.

Draco went rigid for a moment, Harry could almost see his boyfriend's hackles rising. Draco stood slowly, turned around, and arched a single eyebrow. "Do not mock my CD collection! I'm sure I'm paying some karmic price for my crimes in another life, or I'd never have wound up with such a hopeless, scruffy, inelegant oaf for a lover."

Draco pressed a single finger into Harry's chest, slowly pushing Harry back onto the bed. "And just so you know...hair, wardrobe and walk aside...I own you, Harry Potter." Draco straddled his now prone lover and made himself comfortable on top of Harry's lap.

He leaned in, sucking and licking his way along Harry's neck, and grinding his hips against Harry's lap, until he reached the edge of Harry's ear. His hips never stopped working against Harry's fast growing erection, even through their clothes, but the words he whispered into Harry's ears were what drove his lover over the edge with astonishing speed.

"Harry James Potter, you can play at being the 'leader of the pack' all you want, but in this room, in this pack, I will ALWAYS be the sex-alpha. I do this because I want to, and I do it better than ANYONE ever will. I can make you come in ways you haven't even imagined yet, and I can make you do it harder, and better, and more often than anyone you will EVER know or dream of! You may be good, but I am the best...and you are MINE! Now and forever." With that final statement, Draco clenched his muscles tightly and, even through their slacks, Harry could feel the carefully aimed and timed friction against his aching hard-on. When Draco's mouth clamped down hard, just beneath his right ear, Harry groaned and lost it entirely, coming hard and fast into his own clothes.

When the last shudders of Harry's orgasm subsided, Draco climbed off the bed and unzipped his own slacks, then exposed his own aching erection. "You're not done yet. Come here!"

Harry scrambled almost desperately to the edge of the bed and bent forward, reaching to take Draco's cock in his hand, only to be stopped by Draco pushing his hands away. Harry looked up, confused.

"Keep your hands down and open your mouth." Draco ordered, with a shadow of his old familiar arrogance. Only a faint hint of affection was recognizable in his lusty tone.

Draco took hold of Harry's head with both hands, slipped into his lover's eager mouth, and began to slowly slide himself in and out of Harry's motionless face. Harry's eyes were closed and he seemed utterly at peace, but Draco could feel the muscles of Harry's throat occasionally rebel...and he savored it.

A small trickle of drool rolled down to Harry's chin while Draco ruthlessly fucked his boyfriend's mouth, and Draco felt his own orgasm rising, as surely as the tide, inside him. With only a few gasps as warning, he suddenly pulled Harry's head back and off of him, then quite deliberately spattered every drop he could muster onto Harry's handsome and waiting face. Draco waited until the last tremors of his own orgasm subsided, then pushed Harry back onto the bed and lapped his face clean between long kisses, pausing only to occasionally whisper into Harry's ears again and again... "Mine."

Draco looked upon his handiwork in the lazy aftermath of their sated lust and thought to himself, 'Sometimes...sometimes it's good to be the Queen!'