Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Because of You
Chapter Number/Total: 5/49
Chapter Title: Because of You
Words: 2884 Words
Once Bill and Fleur were inside their suite, Harry turned to Draco, grinning widely. "And now to our room?" he asked.
"Room?" said Draco. "No, not a room." He took his lover's hand and led him through the doors at the end of the hall and into a large sitting room, large enough to have a piano in one corner. It was done in green and silver with accents of mauve.
"Draco, this is just ... wow," Harry said for the second time that day. He stepped inside the sitting room, looking around with hands in his pockets.
Draco closed the doors and then took Harry's arm, leading him into a second room. This room was equally beautiful, though the colours were darker, with more silver and black in with the green. There was a large four-poster bed with black and silver drapes.
"Is this where you stayed when you were a kid?" asked Harry, walking over to the bed and running a hand along it.
"Not as a child. There is a nursery for that," Draco answered. "But since I was eleven."
Harry nodded. "You really do like green, don't you?" he asked, smiling.
Draco stepped close, his hand cupping Harry's chin as he looked down into his face. "Ever since I first saw your eyes," he said.
Harry grinned. He looked up at Draco happily for a moment. "You know what I just realised?" he asked.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "What?"
"Our wedding is in Slytherin colours," he said and snorted.
Draco laughed. "You just figured that out?"
"I wasn't thinking about it before," Harry said. "Figures something Slytherin would sneak past me."
Draco pulled him close, licking at his lips. "Something Slytherin already did."
Harry smiled and met Draco's tongue with his own. "How about you let your snake out?" he asked, and then burst out laughing.
"Will you speak Parseltongue?" Draco smirked.
Harry raised an amused eyebrow and grinned wickedly. "Whatever you want, love," he hissed.
Draco smiled, a shiver going down his spine, and looked at the bed. "I've never had anyone in that bed with me before," he said as he picked his lover up in his arms and dropped him into the bed.
"That's because you didn't have me, silly," said Harry with a laugh, stretching himself out. "You can't fuck just anyone in a room that's colour scheme was inspired by my eyes."
"No, that just wouldn't be right," Draco said with a smirk, pulling his wand. "Ready for something new?" he asked.
"Mmm," said Harry, waggling his eyebrows. "Always ready for that," he said.
Draco smiled but then got serious for a moment, concentrating on the new spell and doing a kind of slashing motion toward Harry. He burst out in a grin when his lover was suddenly naked.
"You and these handy spells," Harry said, laughing once he'd realised his clothes were gone. "Where the hell do you learn them?"
Draco stood smiling down at the amazing view of Harry against that dark green velvet bedspread. It took him a minute to register the question. "Remember the book I bought in Knockturn Alley?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Harry, putting his hands behind his head. "I thought those were books on binding."
"Most of them were," Draco said, and then did the spell on himself. "The small one I took with us that day was a manual of Sex Spells." Now naked, he climbed into the bed with Harry.
Harry smirked. "Now that's my kind of book," he said, eyes roaming over Draco's body.
"Remind me to show you the pictures later," Draco said, grinning as he straddled his lover's waist and looked down at him.
Harry, still smirking, waggled his eyebrows. "Will do," he said, reaching down to grasp the outsides of Draco's thighs.
"So, my green-eyed beauty," Draco smiled, "any suggestions on how to properly use this bed?"
Harry grinned. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "I think I might be able to come up with something." He trailed his right hand up Draco's leg and then down to cup his balls which were resting against his stomach.
Draco's breathing had increased from the moment Harry's hands touched him and now he gasped, throwing his head back.
Harry's eyes sparkled as he watched Draco. Merlin, how could anyone look so good? He moved his left hand to take over his right's job with Draco's balls and then slowly stroked his rapidly hardening cock, licking his lips as he did.
Draco rested his right hand on Harry's thigh behind him, leaning back on it. He let the construct rest at his side. He arched into that amazing touch. "Oh, yes," he gasped.
"I want to fuck you," Harry said, smirking as he continued his slow stroking. "I want you on top of me like this." He squeezed a little tighter.
Draco nodded, panting as he looked down, watching Harry stroke him. He shifted his weight and brought his hand back around, Summoning his wand.
Harry pumped Draco's cock, loving what he was doing to him. His own cock was throbbing and hard and so close to Draco's arse. "Mmm, you look so hot," he said. "So fucking hot sitting on me like this. I could come just looking at you."
"Don't." Draco smirked. "I want you inside me." He fumbled for a moment with his wand. "Hold out a hand," he said.
Harry smiled and did as Draco asked, holding his left hand out and slowing his right down so that Draco could concentrate enough to do the spell.
Draco cast the Lube Spell and then, dropping his wand again, ran his fingers through the substance. He leaned forward a bit and reached back to his own arse, slicking himself with his own fingers.
Harry let out a quiet groan as he imagined what Draco would look like with his own fingers in his arse. "So hot," he whispered, his breath hitching.
Draco was moaning as he fucked himself with his fingers, feeling Harry's hands on him and his body under him. Then he reached back for Harry's cock, stroking it with his lubed hand.
Harry gasped quietly and matched Draco's hand with his own on Draco's cock. "So good," he said, eyes still open and watching the man atop him.
Draco forced himself to open his eyes and look at the beautiful man under him as he slid himself back until the head of Harry's cock was pressed against his opening. "I am going to fuck myself on your cock now -- my husband." He smiled.
Harry grinned and let out a shuddering breath. "My cock is yours to fuck," he said, eyes dark.
Draco pushed back, taking Harry inside him. "Yours," he gasped as he did.
Harry gasped again, louder this time. "So tight," he panted. "Always so tight." Draco sent a shock wave of pleasure speeding from Harry's cock all through his body as he slid onto him.
"You're so thick," Draco gasped. "That's why." He chuckled for a moment, enjoying a bit of a double entendre that he didn't think Harry would get even in other circumstances.
Harry smirked smugly at that and gripped Draco's hips. "Ride it then, please," he said, breath coming quick and heavy.
Draco leaned forward, his hand braced on Harry's chest and the construct on the bed beside them, and he began to move. It was so much like the moves of Quidditch that he smirked at the memory and the feel as he used all the muscles in his thighs and hips to work himself up and down that lovely cock.
"Mmm, yes," Harry moaned, rocking up into Draco. He gave him a huge smile of approval.
Draco was panting and rocking faster, loving the feel of sliding his body against Harry's and the feeling of literally taking him inside his own. He felt Harry's magic radiating up through him and each thrust made it stronger.
"Ah! Yes!" Harry cried out as the feelings and tingles seemed to increase. He would have sex all fucking day if he could.
Sweat was glistening on Draco's body now as he worked himself faster on Harry's cock, panting as he rode his lover.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth so as not to come too soon from watching Draco take him. He was holding his breath as the pleasure still increased despite his efforts.
Draco was shaking now, his rhythm faltering as his speed rose and his pleasure reached a high that had his head spinning. "Harry," he gasped and then he was coming, his body arching and clenching on his lover's cock buried deep inside him.
"Oh, fuck yes, Draco," Harry moaned, rocking up into him a few more times, pleased that he was able to hold back for Draco. He came too, long and hard, his head thrown back against the pillows as that liquid-heat feeling rushed through him.
Harry coming after him was like coming twice, the power rocking through Draco's body like fire in his veins. He shuddered and then fell forward, collapsing onto his husband's chest.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's sweaty back, loving the feel of his slick skin and loving the fact that he had helped reduce him to this state.
Draco lay feeling nearly boneless, his body shuddering with the warmth of Harry beneath and inside him. He used to think this was how he wanted to die. Now he knew it was how he wanted to live.
Harry smiled, closing his eyes. He moved his hands to run them down both of Draco's arms.
Draco was completely relaxed, but he tensed when Harry's hand began to run down his left arm.
Harry felt Draco tense and he opened his eyes again to look at him.
Draco froze, eyes still closed, trying not to move as Harry touched the construct. He couldn’t help a shiver though.
Harry's eyebrows pulled together in a frown. He could feel that Draco wasn't moving at all, hardly even breathing. "Draco?" he asked uncertainly.
Draco hesitated, wishing he could pretend to be asleep when he heard the tone in Harry's voice. "Yes?" he answered quietly.
"Is something the matter?" Harry asked, hands still on both of Draco's arms.
Draco stretched, sliding gently up and off of Harry's body, lying down beside him so that the construct was under his own body now.
"Did I do something?" Harry asked, but he didn't know what he could've done. He hadn't even said anything.
"You were wonderful," Draco smiled, "as always."
Harry still wasn't convinced that everything was okay. "Thanks, but ... why did you tense up like that?"
Draco ran his fingers through the mess on Harry's belly, smiling. "I wonder how many Cleaning Spells I have done since that first day with you," he mused.
"Probably up in the hundreds range, but Draco, I know you better now and a change of subject isn't going to work on me anymore. Why did you tense up?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco rolled onto his back and stared up at the canopy. He gave a short laugh, seeing something he had forgotten, and then he closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to say to Harry.
Harry was still looking at Draco expectantly. He didn't even ask what he had laughed at, not wanting anything to get in the way of figuring this out.
Draco half opened his eyes and found Harry was still looking at him. He shook his head and groaned. "You are too stubborn," he said with a sigh.
"Yes, I am and I don't like it when there's something the matter with you because I always feel like I want to fix it, so please tell me what it is or I'll just bother you until you do," Harry said firmly.
Draco opened his eyes and kept staring up at the canopy. "First, there is nothing you can do about it. Second, if I tell you, you will get another Gryffindor guilt trip about it. And third, we just had fantastic sex."
Harry rolled his eyes. "We always have fantastic sex. I still want to know, Draco. Please?" he whinged.
Draco couldn't help laughing at that. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He Accio'd his wand, doing a quick Cleaning Spell and then the charm to remove the construct. He held it in his hand with a sneer on his face and then tossed it off the bed. "I hate it," he said quietly.
Harry winced. Draco had been right about the guilt. He sighed. "Why?" he asked.
"Told you," Draco said, sighing as he flopped back on the bed. "Why? Because it is hideous."
"It is not hideous, love," Harry said. "It really isn't. It doesn't bother me at all."
"Potter, I know how you used to dress," Draco sneered. "Your sense of aesthetics is seriously damaged."
Harry sighed again. "Draco, I have no idea what that word means, but it doesn’t matter because your arm still isn't hideous. What's so bad about it?"
Draco frowned for a moment, figuring out which word Harry didn't know. He snorted. "Then you clearly have no idea what the word hideous means either. The thing is an eye sore. It is ugly. It is bulky, heavy and doesn't look anything like my real hand. Not even a metal version of my real hand!" His voice had a hysterical tone to it by the time he finished.
Harry huffed. "Did you tense up because I touched it?" he asked.
Draco huffed, closing his eyes tight. He would absolutely not cry again. He breathed deep, trying to find that famed self-control he was supposed to have.
Harry stared at Draco, a sad look in his eyes. "You won't touch me with it because you think it's ugly? I'm not all that great," he said quietly, feeling awful.
"Here we go with the guilt thing," Draco said, sighing.
Harry frowned. "Well ..." He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. "Fine, but ... I just want you to know that it really doesn't bother me. I wish I could make it not bother you."
"Well, you can't," Draco said. He knew he sounded like a petulant child at the moment.
Harry sighed and scooted closer to Draco to kiss him on the cheek. "I want to give you everything," he whispered.
Draco trembled again. The feel of Harry moving close to him, kissing him, just made him want to be ... more. He opened his eyes and looked shyly into Harry's face. "I am alive because of you," he whispered.
Harry smiled a very small smile. "Yeah, but ..." he paused. "I guess," he said with a sigh.
"No need to guess and no buts," Draco said. "More than alive. Married to the most amazing man in the world." He smiled this time, looking at Harry with the love he felt shining in his eyes.
Harry smiled too. "That's impossible," he whispered.
"I would have thought so myself," Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "But here you sit, naked in my bed."
Harry snorted. "It's impossible because I married the most amazing man," he said, kissing Draco again.
Draco relaxed into that kiss, using his hand to pull Harry back down against him.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and kissed him for a bit. Merlin, when had they both become the sappiest saps on the face of the earth? He pulled away gently and lay on his back, stroking fingers across Draco's skin. When he looked up at the canopy, he could see that there was something there, but he couldn't make out what it was without his glasses on. "Is there something up there?" he asked.
Draco huffed. "Something I carved on the centre beam when I was younger."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
"Accio Harry's glasses," Draco said, and handed them to his lover.
When Harry put them on and looked up, he could see a large H burned into the wood.
"My parents thought it was amusing that I liked school so much," said Draco.
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly. "I'm guessing that doesn't stand for Hogwarts," he asked, a goofy smile on his face.
"No, it doesn't. And I didn't think I could get away with the rest of the letters." Draco smirked.
Harry shook his head. "When did you do it?" he asked.
"You are obsessed with how I was infatuated with you, aren’t you?" Draco laughed.
Harry snorted. "It's interesting to hear about," he said, grinning.
"Summer after first year," Draco answered, watching Harry's face.
"That long it's been on there?" Harry asked delightedly. He sighed. "Merlin, I'm blind."
Draco huffed. "Even with your glasses," he teased. "Lying here that summer, looking up at that and ..."
"Did you wank over me?" Harry asked in that sort of annoying sing-song kind of way, like he wanted to say 'aww' afterwards.
"That's what twelve-year-old boys alone in bed do, Harry. They wank," Draco said, laughing again.
Harry snorted. "Yes, I remember being that age," he said. "You were wanking over me at twelve and now you have me in your bed and married to you. You've accomplished quite a bit."
"Oh, yes." Draco smiled. "Definitely worth it."
Harry smiled too. "I would have to agree," he said, and he pulled Draco to him and kissed him again.
Chapter Title: Because of You
Words: 2884 Words
Once Bill and Fleur were inside their suite, Harry turned to Draco, grinning widely. "And now to our room?" he asked.
"Room?" said Draco. "No, not a room." He took his lover's hand and led him through the doors at the end of the hall and into a large sitting room, large enough to have a piano in one corner. It was done in green and silver with accents of mauve.
"Draco, this is just ... wow," Harry said for the second time that day. He stepped inside the sitting room, looking around with hands in his pockets.
Draco closed the doors and then took Harry's arm, leading him into a second room. This room was equally beautiful, though the colours were darker, with more silver and black in with the green. There was a large four-poster bed with black and silver drapes.
"Is this where you stayed when you were a kid?" asked Harry, walking over to the bed and running a hand along it.
"Not as a child. There is a nursery for that," Draco answered. "But since I was eleven."
Harry nodded. "You really do like green, don't you?" he asked, smiling.
Draco stepped close, his hand cupping Harry's chin as he looked down into his face. "Ever since I first saw your eyes," he said.
Harry grinned. He looked up at Draco happily for a moment. "You know what I just realised?" he asked.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "What?"
"Our wedding is in Slytherin colours," he said and snorted.
Draco laughed. "You just figured that out?"
"I wasn't thinking about it before," Harry said. "Figures something Slytherin would sneak past me."
Draco pulled him close, licking at his lips. "Something Slytherin already did."
Harry smiled and met Draco's tongue with his own. "How about you let your snake out?" he asked, and then burst out laughing.
"Will you speak Parseltongue?" Draco smirked.
Harry raised an amused eyebrow and grinned wickedly. "Whatever you want, love," he hissed.
Draco smiled, a shiver going down his spine, and looked at the bed. "I've never had anyone in that bed with me before," he said as he picked his lover up in his arms and dropped him into the bed.
"That's because you didn't have me, silly," said Harry with a laugh, stretching himself out. "You can't fuck just anyone in a room that's colour scheme was inspired by my eyes."
"No, that just wouldn't be right," Draco said with a smirk, pulling his wand. "Ready for something new?" he asked.
"Mmm," said Harry, waggling his eyebrows. "Always ready for that," he said.
Draco smiled but then got serious for a moment, concentrating on the new spell and doing a kind of slashing motion toward Harry. He burst out in a grin when his lover was suddenly naked.
"You and these handy spells," Harry said, laughing once he'd realised his clothes were gone. "Where the hell do you learn them?"
Draco stood smiling down at the amazing view of Harry against that dark green velvet bedspread. It took him a minute to register the question. "Remember the book I bought in Knockturn Alley?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Harry, putting his hands behind his head. "I thought those were books on binding."
"Most of them were," Draco said, and then did the spell on himself. "The small one I took with us that day was a manual of Sex Spells." Now naked, he climbed into the bed with Harry.
Harry smirked. "Now that's my kind of book," he said, eyes roaming over Draco's body.
"Remind me to show you the pictures later," Draco said, grinning as he straddled his lover's waist and looked down at him.
Harry, still smirking, waggled his eyebrows. "Will do," he said, reaching down to grasp the outsides of Draco's thighs.
"So, my green-eyed beauty," Draco smiled, "any suggestions on how to properly use this bed?"
Harry grinned. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "I think I might be able to come up with something." He trailed his right hand up Draco's leg and then down to cup his balls which were resting against his stomach.
Draco's breathing had increased from the moment Harry's hands touched him and now he gasped, throwing his head back.
Harry's eyes sparkled as he watched Draco. Merlin, how could anyone look so good? He moved his left hand to take over his right's job with Draco's balls and then slowly stroked his rapidly hardening cock, licking his lips as he did.
Draco rested his right hand on Harry's thigh behind him, leaning back on it. He let the construct rest at his side. He arched into that amazing touch. "Oh, yes," he gasped.
"I want to fuck you," Harry said, smirking as he continued his slow stroking. "I want you on top of me like this." He squeezed a little tighter.
Draco nodded, panting as he looked down, watching Harry stroke him. He shifted his weight and brought his hand back around, Summoning his wand.
Harry pumped Draco's cock, loving what he was doing to him. His own cock was throbbing and hard and so close to Draco's arse. "Mmm, you look so hot," he said. "So fucking hot sitting on me like this. I could come just looking at you."
"Don't." Draco smirked. "I want you inside me." He fumbled for a moment with his wand. "Hold out a hand," he said.
Harry smiled and did as Draco asked, holding his left hand out and slowing his right down so that Draco could concentrate enough to do the spell.
Draco cast the Lube Spell and then, dropping his wand again, ran his fingers through the substance. He leaned forward a bit and reached back to his own arse, slicking himself with his own fingers.
Harry let out a quiet groan as he imagined what Draco would look like with his own fingers in his arse. "So hot," he whispered, his breath hitching.
Draco was moaning as he fucked himself with his fingers, feeling Harry's hands on him and his body under him. Then he reached back for Harry's cock, stroking it with his lubed hand.
Harry gasped quietly and matched Draco's hand with his own on Draco's cock. "So good," he said, eyes still open and watching the man atop him.
Draco forced himself to open his eyes and look at the beautiful man under him as he slid himself back until the head of Harry's cock was pressed against his opening. "I am going to fuck myself on your cock now -- my husband." He smiled.
Harry grinned and let out a shuddering breath. "My cock is yours to fuck," he said, eyes dark.
Draco pushed back, taking Harry inside him. "Yours," he gasped as he did.
Harry gasped again, louder this time. "So tight," he panted. "Always so tight." Draco sent a shock wave of pleasure speeding from Harry's cock all through his body as he slid onto him.
"You're so thick," Draco gasped. "That's why." He chuckled for a moment, enjoying a bit of a double entendre that he didn't think Harry would get even in other circumstances.
Harry smirked smugly at that and gripped Draco's hips. "Ride it then, please," he said, breath coming quick and heavy.
Draco leaned forward, his hand braced on Harry's chest and the construct on the bed beside them, and he began to move. It was so much like the moves of Quidditch that he smirked at the memory and the feel as he used all the muscles in his thighs and hips to work himself up and down that lovely cock.
"Mmm, yes," Harry moaned, rocking up into Draco. He gave him a huge smile of approval.
Draco was panting and rocking faster, loving the feel of sliding his body against Harry's and the feeling of literally taking him inside his own. He felt Harry's magic radiating up through him and each thrust made it stronger.
"Ah! Yes!" Harry cried out as the feelings and tingles seemed to increase. He would have sex all fucking day if he could.
Sweat was glistening on Draco's body now as he worked himself faster on Harry's cock, panting as he rode his lover.
Harry closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth so as not to come too soon from watching Draco take him. He was holding his breath as the pleasure still increased despite his efforts.
Draco was shaking now, his rhythm faltering as his speed rose and his pleasure reached a high that had his head spinning. "Harry," he gasped and then he was coming, his body arching and clenching on his lover's cock buried deep inside him.
"Oh, fuck yes, Draco," Harry moaned, rocking up into him a few more times, pleased that he was able to hold back for Draco. He came too, long and hard, his head thrown back against the pillows as that liquid-heat feeling rushed through him.
Harry coming after him was like coming twice, the power rocking through Draco's body like fire in his veins. He shuddered and then fell forward, collapsing onto his husband's chest.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's sweaty back, loving the feel of his slick skin and loving the fact that he had helped reduce him to this state.
Draco lay feeling nearly boneless, his body shuddering with the warmth of Harry beneath and inside him. He used to think this was how he wanted to die. Now he knew it was how he wanted to live.
Harry smiled, closing his eyes. He moved his hands to run them down both of Draco's arms.
Draco was completely relaxed, but he tensed when Harry's hand began to run down his left arm.
Harry felt Draco tense and he opened his eyes again to look at him.
Draco froze, eyes still closed, trying not to move as Harry touched the construct. He couldn’t help a shiver though.
Harry's eyebrows pulled together in a frown. He could feel that Draco wasn't moving at all, hardly even breathing. "Draco?" he asked uncertainly.
Draco hesitated, wishing he could pretend to be asleep when he heard the tone in Harry's voice. "Yes?" he answered quietly.
"Is something the matter?" Harry asked, hands still on both of Draco's arms.
Draco stretched, sliding gently up and off of Harry's body, lying down beside him so that the construct was under his own body now.
"Did I do something?" Harry asked, but he didn't know what he could've done. He hadn't even said anything.
"You were wonderful," Draco smiled, "as always."
Harry still wasn't convinced that everything was okay. "Thanks, but ... why did you tense up like that?"
Draco ran his fingers through the mess on Harry's belly, smiling. "I wonder how many Cleaning Spells I have done since that first day with you," he mused.
"Probably up in the hundreds range, but Draco, I know you better now and a change of subject isn't going to work on me anymore. Why did you tense up?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco rolled onto his back and stared up at the canopy. He gave a short laugh, seeing something he had forgotten, and then he closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to say to Harry.
Harry was still looking at Draco expectantly. He didn't even ask what he had laughed at, not wanting anything to get in the way of figuring this out.
Draco half opened his eyes and found Harry was still looking at him. He shook his head and groaned. "You are too stubborn," he said with a sigh.
"Yes, I am and I don't like it when there's something the matter with you because I always feel like I want to fix it, so please tell me what it is or I'll just bother you until you do," Harry said firmly.
Draco opened his eyes and kept staring up at the canopy. "First, there is nothing you can do about it. Second, if I tell you, you will get another Gryffindor guilt trip about it. And third, we just had fantastic sex."
Harry rolled his eyes. "We always have fantastic sex. I still want to know, Draco. Please?" he whinged.
Draco couldn't help laughing at that. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He Accio'd his wand, doing a quick Cleaning Spell and then the charm to remove the construct. He held it in his hand with a sneer on his face and then tossed it off the bed. "I hate it," he said quietly.
Harry winced. Draco had been right about the guilt. He sighed. "Why?" he asked.
"Told you," Draco said, sighing as he flopped back on the bed. "Why? Because it is hideous."
"It is not hideous, love," Harry said. "It really isn't. It doesn't bother me at all."
"Potter, I know how you used to dress," Draco sneered. "Your sense of aesthetics is seriously damaged."
Harry sighed again. "Draco, I have no idea what that word means, but it doesn’t matter because your arm still isn't hideous. What's so bad about it?"
Draco frowned for a moment, figuring out which word Harry didn't know. He snorted. "Then you clearly have no idea what the word hideous means either. The thing is an eye sore. It is ugly. It is bulky, heavy and doesn't look anything like my real hand. Not even a metal version of my real hand!" His voice had a hysterical tone to it by the time he finished.
Harry huffed. "Did you tense up because I touched it?" he asked.
Draco huffed, closing his eyes tight. He would absolutely not cry again. He breathed deep, trying to find that famed self-control he was supposed to have.
Harry stared at Draco, a sad look in his eyes. "You won't touch me with it because you think it's ugly? I'm not all that great," he said quietly, feeling awful.
"Here we go with the guilt thing," Draco said, sighing.
Harry frowned. "Well ..." He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. "Fine, but ... I just want you to know that it really doesn't bother me. I wish I could make it not bother you."
"Well, you can't," Draco said. He knew he sounded like a petulant child at the moment.
Harry sighed and scooted closer to Draco to kiss him on the cheek. "I want to give you everything," he whispered.
Draco trembled again. The feel of Harry moving close to him, kissing him, just made him want to be ... more. He opened his eyes and looked shyly into Harry's face. "I am alive because of you," he whispered.
Harry smiled a very small smile. "Yeah, but ..." he paused. "I guess," he said with a sigh.
"No need to guess and no buts," Draco said. "More than alive. Married to the most amazing man in the world." He smiled this time, looking at Harry with the love he felt shining in his eyes.
Harry smiled too. "That's impossible," he whispered.
"I would have thought so myself," Draco said, raising his eyebrows. "But here you sit, naked in my bed."
Harry snorted. "It's impossible because I married the most amazing man," he said, kissing Draco again.
Draco relaxed into that kiss, using his hand to pull Harry back down against him.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and kissed him for a bit. Merlin, when had they both become the sappiest saps on the face of the earth? He pulled away gently and lay on his back, stroking fingers across Draco's skin. When he looked up at the canopy, he could see that there was something there, but he couldn't make out what it was without his glasses on. "Is there something up there?" he asked.
Draco huffed. "Something I carved on the centre beam when I was younger."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.
"Accio Harry's glasses," Draco said, and handed them to his lover.
When Harry put them on and looked up, he could see a large H burned into the wood.
"My parents thought it was amusing that I liked school so much," said Draco.
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly. "I'm guessing that doesn't stand for Hogwarts," he asked, a goofy smile on his face.
"No, it doesn't. And I didn't think I could get away with the rest of the letters." Draco smirked.
Harry shook his head. "When did you do it?" he asked.
"You are obsessed with how I was infatuated with you, aren’t you?" Draco laughed.
Harry snorted. "It's interesting to hear about," he said, grinning.
"Summer after first year," Draco answered, watching Harry's face.
"That long it's been on there?" Harry asked delightedly. He sighed. "Merlin, I'm blind."
Draco huffed. "Even with your glasses," he teased. "Lying here that summer, looking up at that and ..."
"Did you wank over me?" Harry asked in that sort of annoying sing-song kind of way, like he wanted to say 'aww' afterwards.
"That's what twelve-year-old boys alone in bed do, Harry. They wank," Draco said, laughing again.
Harry snorted. "Yes, I remember being that age," he said. "You were wanking over me at twelve and now you have me in your bed and married to you. You've accomplished quite a bit."
"Oh, yes." Draco smiled. "Definitely worth it."
Harry smiled too. "I would have to agree," he said, and he pulled Draco to him and kissed him again.