Funerals and Weddings

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Chapter the Forty-seventh: YES!
12 January, 12.45 pm
Room of Requirement

Draco slipped quietly inside the Room of Requirement. He was early for his “date” with Harry, but he wanted to have the room ready and make sure everything was just right before Harry arrived. He’d modified the room’s colours a little in deference to Harry—the duvet covering the bed was still done in Slytherin green, but now it covered sheets made of soft, gold cotton. The sofa was now covered in rich, burgundy velvet.

Draco closed his eyes and ordered them up some chocolate and biscuits—he figured they’d switch to coffee later. The steaming mugs of chocolate had just appeared when he heard the door open behind him.

He turned in time to see Harry carefully lock and ward the room. Smiling, he waited for Harry to join him in front of the fire, then greeted him with a kiss.

“Hello,” Harry said. “How you’ve been since I saw you last? Ooh, is that hot chocolate?” Grinning, Harry made himself comfortable on the couch and patted the place next to him. “Chocolate was a brilliant idea. It’s bloody cold outside.”

Draco sat and handed Harry his mug before taking his own. They sipped in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“So, what’s new since yesterday?” Harry repeated his question from earlier while snagging a piece of shortbread from the plate.

“Oh, nothing. Quiet evening last night, did some homework this morning,” Draco replied, letting his fingers run over Harry’s thigh. “What about you? Did your friends give you any more grief over sitting in the library with me yesterday?”

Harry snorted. “Oh, if you only knew! We had quite a session in Gryffindor Tower last night.”

“Really? What happened?” Draco wanted to know.

“Well, I guess it really started at dinner. Ron and Hermione kept harping on and on about how I ‘need to be careful’ around you and ‘I don’t trust that jerk’ and ‘suppose doing work together is part of some evil plot’ and ‘we know you’re partners with him but maybe you shouldn’t meet with him alone.’” Harry mimicked Ron and Hermione as he spoke.

“Are you serious—they thought it was part of some plot that I was working with you in the library? I’m sorry, Harry, I know you like them, but your friends are nutters!” Draco said with a disbelieving laugh.

“Yeah, well, that’s basically what I told them. Actually, I made quite a speech last night at dinner. I hadn’t planned to, but they were pissing me off!” Harry quickly summarised what he’d said to the Gryffindors.

“Before I got up and left, I asked them to please lay off the insults.”

“Wow. So you asked them to leave me alone? Harry, you didn’t have to do that. It’s not like I can’t handle a few snide comments,” Draco said.

“No, no, I know you can. That’s not why I said what I did. I’m tired of the fighting, the bickering, the attacks…all of it. The truce that you and I made in DADA last term—I can’t tell you how much of a difference that made. Not having to watch my back or worry about losing house points. I felt so…free. I mean, even before I admitted to myself that I was attracted to you, I knew how much I appreciated our truce. Now I just want everyone else to declare an end to the fighting as well.”

Draco looked interested. “Did you actually ask them for a truce? What did they say?”

“Well, after I left the Great Hall, I went outside awhile to cool off. When I went back up to the tower, everyone who had been at the table, plus a few others, were there waiting for me. Hermione asked if we could talk and she said they were surprised by what I’d said at dinner. Ron wanted to know why I was defending you. I said I wasn’t defending you, I was simply trying to put a stop to all of our endless, meaningless fighting.

“I was surprised when several other people spoke up and said they agreed with me—not only Katie, but Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus…they all were in favour of trying a truce. Hermione was the biggest obstacle, really. She finally agreed—reluctantly—but said she didn’t think it would work. Ron fell in after that but said if you started calling Hermione names again…well, all bets are off it that happens.”

Harry stopped, then laughed at his own turn of phrase. “Speaking of bets…”

“Wait—so they did agree to a truce? They won’t hassle me if I don’t hassle them, that kind of thing?” Draco asked.

“Yeah—you and Zabini. He got thrown into the agreement as well—mostly because of Katie,” Harry snickered.

“What about Katie?” Draco asked. “And what were you saying about bets?”

Harry’s face lit up with a huge grin. “It’s all related, actually. Katie, it seems, noticed yesterday that Zabini—Blaise—is a rather good-looking bloke. All it took was her saying that out loud to have Lavender and Parvati—and even Ginny—agreeing and saying they hoped this truce meant that the two of you were available!”

Draco started laughing. “You’re joking! Some of the Gryffindor girls fancy Blaise?”

“And you!” Harry returned, laughing as well. “They all starting going on about Katie fancying a ‘Slytherin snog’ but then Seamus goes and says he thinks the two of you might be dating!” Harry started laughing so hard, tears gathered in his eyes.

“What?” Draco looked completely gobsmacked. “Me—dating Blaise? Oh, I can’t wait to tell him! He’ll die!”

“Wait—wait—it gets better!” Harry managed to say, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes. “Then they’re asking me if the two of you are gay—wanted to know if my gaydar had been pinging, apparently. I didn’t know what to say, so I was trying to think of something when guess who saves my arse? Hermione! She says that I wouldn’t know if the two of you are gay because I’d never look at either of you in that way!”

Draco bent over clutching his stomach when he heard that. “Oh, if—if she only—knew!” he gasped out.

“So then—”

“No! No more! I can’t take it!” Draco begged.

“No, you have to hear this last bit,” Harry insisted, trying to stop laughing so he could speak. “Seamus stands up—did you know he’s the betting master for Hogwarts?—and he says that he’ll be taking wagers on a new topic: who will be the first Gryffindor to snog a Slytherin!” With this, Harry collapsed on the couch, howling in glee.

Draco collapsed beside Harry, shaking with laughter. “Oh, fuck me! That’s priceless! So—how many Galleons did you put down?”

Harry snorted. “I wish! I was so tempted to tell them I’d already won, just to see their faces. Now that would have been priceless.”

Eventually, their laughter died down. Draco got up and lay back down so he was facing the same way as Harry.

“Thanks,” he said, kissing Harry lightly. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.”

“Me either,” Harry said, smiling.

“Seriously, Harry, thanks for getting your friends to agree to a truce. I’ll be sure to tell Blaise. It…means a lot that you’d go up against your house that way,” Draco said.

Harry lifted a shoulder. “It wasn’t the first time, though I rather hope it will be the last. But you don’t have to thank me, Draco. It was something I wanted—wanted for both of us.”

Draco didn’t know how to respond to that without sounding like a sappy fool, so he expressed himself nonverbally: pushing himself up on one arm, he leaned over and covered Harry’s mouth with his own. Harry’s mouth opened and Draco used his tongue to explore the moist cavern. Harry shifted so that he was lying flat on his back underneath Draco and wrapped his arms around him, pulling their bodies into full contact.

Groaning, Draco took the kiss deeper. He felt Harry’s hands reach down and grip his bum. As Draco took his mouth on a wandering journey across Harry’s jaw and over to his ear to suck on his earlobe, Harry’s hands began to massage his arse, pushing Draco’s groin into direct contact with Harry’s as he did.

The pressure of Harry’s erection against his own had Draco whispering, “Gods, yes,” in Harry’s ear, causing him to shudder in arousal. Licking his way around the shell of the ear, Draco continued to murmur his pleasure. Harry’s hands clenched harder on Draco’s arse and he ground his erection fiercely against Draco’s.

“Ah, Draco…don’t stop…that’s so good…” Harry moaned as Draco teased his earlobe again with his teeth.

“Does this turn you on, Harry?” Draco whispered seductively in Harry’s ear. “Does this make you hot?”

Harry groaned and bucked hard against Draco. “Yesss…oh gods, yes.”

“What about this, Harry? Does this make you hard?” Draco ran his tongue down the side of Harry’s neck, then began sucking on the tendon he found.

Harry angled his head to give Draco better access. “Oh, yeah.”

Draco sat up, straddling Harry, and pulled off his shirt. “We’re both wearing far too many clothes,” he said, trying to push Harry’s jumper up.

“Here, wait, it’ll never come off this way,” Harry said, wriggling beneath Draco. Draco sucked in a breath as their erections rubbed together. “Ah…damn. Draco, move so I can sit up and get my bloody clothes off.”

Draco slid off of Harry and stood, unfastening his jeans as he did. Sighing as the restriction eased, he reached out for Harry’s hand. “C’mon, we might as well move this to the bed while we can.”

Harry stood up, yanking the faded jumper over his head. “Excellent idea. Though I was looking forward to christening the new couch.”

Draco grinned. “We’ll christen the new sheets instead.” Grabbing the waistband of Harry’s jeans, he pulled him forward into a hungry kiss. Stumbling, they made their way over to the bed, shedding shoes, jeans and underwear as they went. When they fell naked on the bed at last, it was Harry who ended up on top.

Hands roamed over firm muscles, lips moved over soft skin. Harry couldn’t believe how white Draco’s skin was. His hands, even without his summer tan (which had long since faded), looked so dark next to his lover’s skin. His Quidditch-calloused fingertips traced the delicate blue veins running along the inside of Draco’s arms, eliciting a shiver from the blond. Harry kissed and licked his way across Draco’s pecs, stopping to tease a peaked nipple with the tip of his tongue. He smiled when Draco gasped. He repeated the motion until Draco was writhing beneath him.

“Harry, please…I want…” Draco panted.

“What do you want, Draco?” Harry said, lowering his voice. “This?” He flicked the nipple with his tongue again. “Or do you want this?” He bit down gently, then began to suck.

Draco moaned and twined his fingers in Harry’s hair. “Yes…no…I want…more,” he managed.

“More?” Harry’s tongue moved to the other nipple. “Tell me what you want, Draco. Do you want me to…suck you off?” Harry purred the last bit as he started sucking on the nipple his tongue had been laving.

Draco bucked underneath him. “I want…I want you to fuck me.”

Harry lifted his head abruptly from Draco’s chest. His green eyes met silver ones. “What did you say?”

Draco tugged gently on Harry’s hair to pull him closer. “I said, I want you to fuck me.”

“Draco…are you sure?” Just hearing Draco say it had Harry ready to explode—he wanted to make sure Draco knew what he was saying.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Completely sure. But you’ll have to tell me what to do—I know the basics, but—”

Harry silenced him with a hard kiss. “You don’t need to do anything. I’ll do everything. But are you sure you want to bottom? You could top this first time—”

Draco ran his hands up and down Harry’s arms. He shook his head. “No. I thought about it and I figured the top needs to know what he’s doing, more so than the bottom. Besides…I want you inside of me, Harry.”

Harry moaned and kissed Draco again, taking it deep. He hoped he could hold himself in check long enough to make this good for Draco.

Ignoring his own needs and focusing only on Draco, Harry began a leisurely exploration of his body. He moved his mouth over Draco’s cheek, along his jaw, over to his ear, repeating the actions Draco had performed on him. He kissed and nipped his way down Draco’s neck, moving down to his chest only after marking it clearly. His hands ran continuously over every part of Draco’s body he could reach—his arms, his chest, his sides. After giving sufficient attention to both of Draco’s nipples again, Harry slid farther down the bed, his pierced tongue tracing the indentations of tensed abs as his boyfriend moaned and twisted beneath him. He teased Draco’s belly button briefly as he traced his fingers along the crease where Draco’s legs met his pelvis. His hands made smooth, firm strokes down Draco’s nearly hairless thighs as he nuzzled the blond curls surrounding the base of his boyfriend’s straining manhood.

Taking this time to thoroughly seduce and arouse Draco had succeeded in lessening the urgency of Harry’s own need. He took a firm grasp around Draco’s cock and began to pleasure it with his tongue.

Draco was so incredibly aroused by this point that he was only aware of sensation. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak. He’d never had anyone…worship…his body the way Harry was doing. His entire universe had shrunk down to the talented hands and mouth of Harry Potter and what they were doing to him.

His back arched when Harry took him fully into his mouth and he moaned loudly. His head tossed on the pillow and his fingers clutched at the silky material of the duvet. Draco felt the tingling begin at the base of his spine, spreading outward through his whole body. It was a deliciously slow buildup and it felt as though Harry was touching every nerve ending in his body. The pressure built until he could hardly stand it; Harry gave a final hard suck to the head of his cock and Draco felt the orgasm flood through him, starting at his curling toes. He screamed Harry’s name as he pulsed hard into his mouth.

Harry held Draco’s thrusting hips in place as he swallowed, sucking and licking the twitching cock as Draco rode out his orgasm. When Draco’s stiffened body suddenly relaxed, becoming almost boneless, he gave it a final kiss, then moved his mouth to kiss along the inside of Draco’s thighs. He finally lifted his head to see Draco’s clouded silver eyes watching him dazedly.

“Harry,” was all Draco could say.

“Shh, love, save your breath. We aren’t finished yet,” Harry smiled seductively. “Toss me a pillow, will you?”

Placing the pillow under Draco’s hips, Harry ran his hands over Draco’s flanks as he met his eyes. “I’m going to prepare you now. It might feel a little funny, but let me know if I go too fast or if I’m hurting you, all right?”

Draco nodded and Harry accio’d his wand. Pointing his wand at Draco, Harry muttered a spell. Draco jumped a little when he felt the tingling inside his anus.

“All right?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, just felt…weird,” Draco said.

“Sorry—Cleansing Spell,” Harry said, then closed his eyes briefly. Instantly there was a phial of liquid in his hand. “Lube,” he answered in response to Draco’s questioning look.

Harry poured a fair amount of the thick liquid into his palm, then rubbed his hands together to warm it. His eyes had darkened to a deep forest green when he met Draco’s gaze.

“Ready?” he asked, smiling a little.

Draco nodded. Harry braced himself on his elbows and leaned over Draco to kiss him. Draco kissed him back eagerly, then moaned a little when he felt one of Harry’s hands begin to stroke his balls. A slick finger slid behind his sac, rubbing along his perineum before reaching his puckered entrance. Harry’s finger circled it slowly, seductively, spreading the lube, before finally pushing up inside to the first knuckle.

Draco tensed at bit at the unfamiliar feeling. “Relax,” Harry murmured against his mouth.

When he felt the tension leave Draco’s muscles, he pushed his finger the rest of the way inside, twisting it as he did. He worked Draco with his finger for a bit, pumping it in and out, letting Draco get used to the feeling. After a minute, he slid his finger almost all of the way out, then pushed partway back in with two fingers. He scissored his fingers, stretching the tight passage, as he slid both fingers most of the way in.

Draco’s breath hitched and he tensed up again. “All right?” Harry whispered.

“Yeah,” Draco gave him a half-smile. “It just feels…”

“Uncomfortable?” Harry asked, concerned.

“No…odd. Full,” Draco replied. “But not bad. Go on.”

Harry slowly moved his fingers in and out, stretching Draco patiently. When he was able to get both fingers inside completely, he curled them a bit, moving them until Draco gasped and his hips lifted off the bed.

“Fuck!” Draco said, his voice squeaking a little. “Do that again!”

Grinning in satisfaction at his lover’s response, Harry complied. “Say hello to your prostate, Draco.”

Draco just groaned when Harry hit it again.

Adding a bit more lube to his fingers, Harry carefully worked a third into the loosened channel. It was so tight and Harry’s dick ached to feel those walls squeezing it. Harry took a deep breath and tried hard to keep all of his attention focused on Draco and not on his own throbbing cock.

Draco shifted as Harry pressed the trio of fingers deeper inside him. Now he felt really full. He concentrated on relaxing his body, reminding himself that Harry wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.

As Draco’s muscles unclenched, Harry was able to work his fingers more deeply inside. He scissored them as much as he was able, pumping them back and forth. As the constriction eased, he was able to brush the tips of his fingers against Draco’s sweet spot again. Draco started moaning and it took all of Harry’s willpower not to yank his fingers out and thrust himself hard into Draco’s arse.

Carefully withdrawing his fingers, Harry quickly slathered lube on his erection, shuddering at the feeling of his hand stroking the length. Positioning the head of his cock at Draco’s entrance, he braced himself on his forearm and met Draco’s eyes.

Slowly pushing the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle, Harry felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck. He watched Draco’s face as he slowly embedded himself another inch. He paused for a moment to let Draco adjust to the intrusion.

Draco couldn’t look away from Harry’s eyes. His breathing was shallow as Harry pushed his way slowly, surely, farther into his body. He could feel his muscles stretching to accommodate Harry’s girth and it felt…amazingly good.

Harry’s eyes never left Draco’s as he pulled back a little, then gave a final push that buried him completely inside Draco. Panting, he waited for Draco to relax.

“You all right?” he breathed.

“Yeah,” Draco gasped. “But I need…something…”

Harry pulled out partway then pushed back in. Draco arched his neck and his eyes fluttered closed. “Yesss…” he hissed.

Harry began to thrust slowly, in and out of Draco’s tight passage. He angled himself a little differently and pushed in deeply, finding Draco’s prostate as he did. Draco keened his pleasure and his hands came up to clutch at Harry’s shoulders.

“More…” Draco panted. “Harder.”

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. Withdrawing almost completely, he began thrusting rhythmically, hard and deep. Draco was so damn tight and the friction was driving him mad. Draco was pushing back against Harry, meeting his thrusts, moaning and writhing beneath him as Harry’s cock hit his prostate over and over. Harry knew he couldn’t last much longer—he’d been holding off for too long.

Shifting so that he could reach between their bodies, Harry grasped Draco’s renewed erection and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Draco arched into him, taking Harry deeper within him. Harry’s hips and fist began moving faster and his rhythm became erratic as he neared climax.

“Draco,” he managed to gasp, but he could say nothing else as his orgasm crashed over him. Burying himself to the hilt within Draco’s body, Harry’s entire body stiffened and he threw back his head, the muscles in his neck working visibly as he struggled for air. He held there for a long moment as the ecstasy overwhelmed him.

Then his head dropped forward again and he gave one, two, three more hard, shallow thrusts and then Draco’s channel was clenching around him, milking him as Draco arched up, coming hard over Harry’s hand and his own stomach. Draco cried out, “YES!” just before Harry’s mouth crashed down on his own, taking it in a hard kiss.

Harry thrust a few more times as Draco rode out his orgasm, then collapsed forward on Draco’s chest, breaking the kiss as he gasped for breath. He rested his sweaty forehead on Draco’s shoulder as he concentrated on bringing his breathing under control. Draco’s hands slid off of his back and flopped weakly onto the mattress as he went limp under Harry.

Knowing he must be heavy, Harry gathered himself and rolled off of Draco and onto his back. He pulled Draco half on top of him, Draco’s head coming to rest on his chest as he wrapped his arms around the boneless blond. Harry’s head dropped back on the pillow, his eyes closing in utter contentment.

Draco felt as if every bone in his body had melted. He sighed as he listened to Harry’s heartbeat under his ear. After a few minutes, he roused himself enough to drop a kiss on Harry’s chest. Then he pushed up, dragged himself up Harry’s body, and softly pressed his lips to Harry’s.

Harry opened his eyes to see Draco looking back at him, then closed them again as Draco’s lips moved slowly over his. Draco kept the kiss soft, his lips brushing back and forth over Harry’s. When he ran his tongue along the seam of Harry’s lips, Harry parted them to allow him access. Keeping his mouth a fraction of an inch above Harry’s, Draco danced just the tip of his tongue against the tip of Harry’s. Harry joined in the teasing interplay of tongues, darting his after Draco’s each time they lost contact with one another. The seductive dance continued until Harry just couldn’t take it any more: wrapping his fingers in the hair on the back of Draco’s head, Harry pulled Draco down and kissed him thoroughly.

When Draco eventually pulled his mouth free from Harry’s, he looked down at his lover and smiled.

“You are amazing,” he said. “Gods, Harry, what you did to me…”

Harry smiled back up at him, reaching up to brush a lock of hair off Draco’s forehead. “So it was good, yeah?”

Draco snorted and rolled to his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at Harry. “No, I didn’t say it was good—I said it was amazing. Merlin, Harry, I had no idea...”

Harry turned onto his side as well and trailed his fingers down Draco’s chest. “You had no idea about what?”

“That sex could be so bloody fantastic!” Draco exclaimed. “Damn, if I’d had any doubts left that I was gay, I certainly wouldn’t any more! Let me tell you, Harry, you aren’t missing anything by never having had sex with a woman. Sex with a man—with you—well, it doesn’t even compare.”

“Really?” Harry’s smile could have lit up London. “Gods, I’m so glad. I mean, I thought it was incredible—you were incredible. But you have no idea how nervous I was…I wanted this first time to be good for you and I was so worried I’d do something to bollocks it up—go too fast or take you too hard or—”

Draco covered Harry’s mouth with his hand and laughed. “I get the picture. I didn’t even consider that you might be nervous—I mean, you’d done this before—but I think you were more nervous than I was!”

“Probably was,” Harry admitted.

Draco chuckled. “Well, no need for that any more.”

“Good,” Harry said. “So, you’re all right? I mean, are you sore or…?”

Draco paused a moment to take stock of his body. “Just a little maybe. More sticky than anything else—where the hell’s my wand?”

Harry rolled over and snagged his off the bedside table where he’d tossed it earlier. “Here, I’ve got mine.” He cast a Cleansing Spell over both of them.

“Thanks,” Draco said. “So…do you have to be anywhere at any particular time today?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m free all afternoon. I left a note for Ron and Hermione saying that I needed a day to myself—I do that sometimes, so they shouldn’t freak out. And I told Katie where I was really going to be in case something important came up. What about you?”

“I don’t have to be anywhere until dinner—and I told Blaise not to worry if I didn’t show up ‘til after that even. I did bring my books, in case you needed to get some work done.” Draco looked at Harry questioningly.

“Not really—though I brought mine as well, in case you needed to work,” Harry said.

“Great minds think alike,” Draco smirked. “And this great mind thinks we should screw doing work and take a nap before starting in on some other…activities.”

“Well, this great mind thinks that’s a brilliant idea,” Harry said, reaching for his wand again. “An hour?”

Draco nodded and Harry set his wand to wake them. Crawling underneath the rumpled covers, Harry pulled Draco back against his chest and spooned around him. He dropped a kiss on Draco’s shoulder before they both drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: At last! The Harry-n-Draco sex you’ve all been waiting for! Now—you MUST tell me what you think! Er…please? : )

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