Harryrella

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all my reviewers who have followed this wacky story till the end. This is the final chapter, but an epilogue will follow soon. A very big thank you to shadowsamurai who beta'd this for me and helped me out with the sex scene. I can't thank you enough, hun. Hugs!

Disclaimer: Same as chapter 1, they belong to JKR.

Warning: Sex scene ahead, and angst too. Enjoy.


Chapter 6

It was late in the evening when the Malfoy family’s black Rolls Royce pulled into the driveway of the Manor. The conversations that went on throughout the journey had left the occupants tired and irritable. Lucius wanted to report the Dursleys to the social services for child abuse and neglect, but Harry was adamant it wasn’t necessary. He made it perfectly clear that they could and would do nothing, and Harry wasn’t even bothered any more. It was obvious the whales loved their sons, so what was the point in breaking up the family? He was now away from them, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered to Harry was Draco and his new family, which he hoped to please and serve well.

Draco’s soft voice brought Harry’s day-dreaming to a sudden stop. “We’re here, Harry. Welcome to your new home. Come on, I’ll introduce you properly to my mother, and then you can get cleaned up and have something to eat.” Harry just nodded as Draco took his hand and led them to the same heavy wooden doors that he had run full pelt through, just the night before.

‘Was it only last night? Bloody hell, this must all be a dream. I’m really still in my cellar, fast asleep on my crap bed and dreaming all this. Why has my mouth suddenly gone dry? Can’t have that happening, not now. Fuck, I wish Bubblewhore was here, oops, I mean Dumbledore,’ Harry thought. He grinned at the deliberate mistake, thinking back to the eccentric man-fairy that had promised him a happier life.

He didn’t have long to think as he soon found himself engulfed in slender arms, with his nose pressed unwillingly against a huge pair of tits. The image of the girl in Dudley’s porn mag suddenly entered his head as he tried to breathe. Draco noticed Harry’s discomfort and scolded his over-protective mother.

“Bloody hell, Mother, you’re about to suffocate him with your breasts! Do you mind letting him go for a minute, please?” Draco pleaded. Narcissa had the good grace to blush and apologise for her enthusiasm. Draco just shook his head and lead Harry into the parlour, where he told his raven-haired beauty to sit and relax.

A few moments had passed before Harry even realized he was alone. ‘Fuckin’ great, they bring me here to be with Draco and now I’m on my own, again. I wonder if I could wank and be done by the time they come back,’ Harry said to himself. Just as he reached down to his crotch, the door opened and he quickly pulled his hand away. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to find the dark obsidian eyes of the Bat with the Boobs. ‘Heh, it’s Mr Parton. I wonder what he’d say if I called him that,’ Harry thought. Just as he was about to try it out, the Bat with the Boobs decided to speak.

“Mr Potter, I have been asked to call on the Malfoys' private doctor and optician to come in and check you over. The doctor can heal your finger, and maybe give you something for the pain. And Draco has insisted you get rid of those windows, and replace them with contact lenses.” He looked at Harry’s stunned expression, waiting for permission from the boy. ‘What the fuck? I’ve not been here five frigging minutes and I’m already having decisions made for me. Hmmph, who do they think they are? Oh yeah, royalty, how could one forget that vital piece of information?’

“Um, sir, erm, and well, I… um, yeah, okay, fine,” Harry stuttered. Severus Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. ‘Why me, huh? Why, oh why do I always end up with blubbering imbeciles who can’t string more than two sensible sentences together? I bet Dolly fuckin’ Parton doesn’t have this problem. I’m going to ask the doctor for a sex change,’ he thought.

“Very well, Potter. They’ll be with you shortly.” Severus left the room and proceeded to the kitchen to find a headache cure and a bottle of whisky. “I sure as hell need it, especially now with two hormonal teenagers living here. Gah, Lucius is far too soft with that spoilt son of his. But who am I to judge? Who am I indeed?” he muttered aloud.

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It was over an hour later when Harry emerged from the parlour with a bandaged finger and sporting new contact lenses. Draco gazed at him, released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and then wolf whistled appreciatively. “Wow, you look amazing, Harry. Those contacts really bring out your eyes. Now come over here and let me get a good look at you.”

Harry blushed furiously. ‘What the fuck am I, a pissing Barbie doll to be ogled and played with?’ he pondered. ’I thought you wanted to be played with, Harry. I’m one hundred percent sure that Draco has every intention of playing with you, and shagging you into oblivion tonight,’ his inner voice spoke. He walked slowly towards Draco’s outstretched hand, but kept his eyes to the floor. Right now he would have given his left arm, left leg, balls or anything, to be alone with Draco rather than in a room with Dolly, The Porn Queen and The Leprechaun Lover. Draco could sense his discomfort.

“Mother, please have Crabbe and Goyle bring our dinner to my room. Harry and I need some time alone,” he ordered, and then led Harry down the long corridor towards those beautiful carved wooden doors. ‘Oh, here we are again, only this time I won’t be making a swift exit, hopefully,’ Harry thought.

The doors were quickly pushed open and in his haste, Draco nearly caught his T-shirt on the door knob. He grabbed Harry around the waist as soon as the doors closed and gently, but possessively, pushed his raven-haired angel against them. “I’ve been waiting to do this since I found you, and I plan on no interruptions this time,” Draco breathed. He leaned in to capture Harry’s waiting mouth and slowly kissed him. Harry found his nervousness disappearing and returned the kiss hungrily. He groaned when he felt Draco’s tongue lick around his lips and Draco took the opportunity to slowly push his tongue into the warm, wet inviting mouth before him.

Harry’s mind was reeling from all the stimulation he was receiving. ‘Bugger me gently, I had no idea tonsil tennis was so erotic,’ he mused as his eyes closed and his tongue danced a slow sweet tango with Draco’s. The kiss intensified, setting Harry’s senses on fire, from the taste of Draco’s mouth on his, to the touch of slender fingers slowly encircling his back. ‘This is heaven, and… unngh! My cock is about to burst out of its confines and… phew, I need to breathe.’ The need for air was so great that Harry had to pull away and take in a few deep breaths. “Wow,” was all that he could say, and was pleased to see Draco nodding in agreement.

The peaceful silence was soon broken by a loud thump on the door. Draco rolled his eyes and called his assistants into the room. Goyle entered first and squeaked in surprise at the dishevelled look of the two occupants. “Um… I… we brought your dinner, Draco. Erm… will you need anything else?” Just as he was about to answer, there was a loud crash and his dinner tray ended up on the floor. Crabbe had walked straight into Goyle, not realizing the taller boy had stopped just inside the doorway.

“You pair of bloody idiots. Get the hell out of our room, and, no, we won’t need anything else. Please inform everyone that Harry and I do not wish to be disturbed tonight.”

Goyle blushed a deep crimson and muttered, “Yes, sir, sorry, sir. We’ll, um, leave you two alone.” He scurried out of the bedroom as quickly as he could, with Crabbe hurrying out behind him. Once outside the door, Draco and Harry sniggered when they heard the sound of someone being punched and a high pitched, “Ow, you bastard, that hurt.”

“It was supposed to, Vince, you fuckin’ muppet. I think you need to borrow Potter’s glasses as you obviously need a pair. Didn’t you see that I hadn’t stepped any further into their room?” Goyle chastised.

“Erm, yeah, but I thought you’d caught them shagging and I wanted to get a front row seat,” Crabbe said, rolling his eyes. Goyle just shook his head and walked away without another word.

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Draco wasn’t sure what had gone wrong, but he was growing a little concerned at Harry’s sudden change in behaviour. As soon as Draco had settled the tray of food on his bed, Harry had become really nervous and was standing in the corner of the room, avoiding Draco’s eyes.

“Come, Harry. Sit with me and let’s eat, hmmm?” Draco tried to coax. But Harry stayed put. In all his years at the Dursleys', Harry knew better than to sit down for a meal. He was the ‘skivvy’ and skivvies had no right to the pleasures of eating a home cooked meal, let alone sitting down with the family - or in this case, Draco - to eat. He just kept his eyes fixed to the floor and swallowed the nausea rising to his throat. Draco’s hand on his shoulder made him jump.

“Harry, are you alright? Aren’t you hungry? Mother has made us this lovely meal and I would love you to join me, okay?” Draco wrinkled his brow as he watched Harry’s posture stiffen. ‘Something’s wrong here; he looks terrified. I have to handle this delicately,’ Draco thought to himself. “We… um… we can talk for a bit, if you’d prefer, Harry. But whatever it is that’s bothering you, don’t starve yourself over it, alright?”

Harry bit his lip and lifted his head to look at Draco. What he saw in that gaze took his breath away. Draco wasn’t there to punish him and deprive him of food; the blond Adonis loved him. Harry could tell just by looking into those stormy grey eyes. He needed to tell Draco. He owed the prince an explanation at least.

“Um… I…” ‘Here I go again, stuttering like a bloody half-baked moron. Get a grip, Potter, you fuckin’ retard.’ “I’m supposed to wait until you’re finished before I am allowed to eat. That’s assuming there are scraps left for me to chew on,” he whispered.

Draco nearly choked from the shock. “YOU WHAT? IS THAT WHAT THOSE CRUEL BASTARDS MADE YOU DO?” he roared. Harry flinched at the sound of Draco yelling and cowered in the corner. Draco was beside him in a second, pulling the trembling boy into his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to yell, it’s just that… fuck… I can’t believe some people could be so cold and cruel. You will never, ever have to wait for scraps here, Harry. Do you understand?” Draco felt Harry nod against his chest. He brought a hand up to the messy black mop and ran his fingers through it, loving the feel of Harry’s hair between his fingers. Draco cleared his throat and continued to soothe his frightened lover. “Also, you will eat with the family, with tonight as an exception, of course, and you will never have to ask for food. It’s there to eat, love. Anything your little heart desires, alright?

Harry felt himself relax. ‘Way to go, Harry. You’re living with one of England’s richest families and you go and make a complete and utter cow’s arse of yourself. No wonder you’ve got no friends, everyone thinks you’re a bit psychotic. Fuckin’ nut job.’

Harry tried not to get into an argument with his inner voice, but it had really crossed the line this time. ‘Okay, listen very carefully, because I will say this only once. Get out of my head, stay out, and keep your worthless, idiotic comments to yourself. I am loved now. Somebody loves me enough to hold me, and kiss me. The last thing I need is you playing with my head and sending me on a one way ticket to the local mental institution. Now bugger off. Don’t bother sending me a postcard. I’ll just burn it.’

Once Harry had eventually calmed down enough, Draco managed to coax him to eat. He watched Harry as the brunet devoured the smoked salmon brulee his mother had made. He felt a slight twinge in his nether regions when he heard Harry groan in ecstasy at each mouthful of food. Harry felt his cheeks heat up when he caught Draco looking at him in awe.

“This is wonderful, Draco. I have never tasted anything so… so, damn, what’s the word I’m looking for?” Harry poked his tongue out in concentration. Draco nearly came in his pants at that small gesture.

“Um, sexy?”

Harry snorted. “I’m talking about the food, Draco. I already know how goddamn sexy you are. No, ha, I got it. Equsite.”

“…”

“What? Have I got something on my chin?” Harry grinned.

‘He is trying to fuckin’ kill me. I know what I’d like to see on his chin though,’ Draco thought. He cleared his throat and his head from dirty thoughts, and tried to make sense of Harry’s incoherent word. “Don’t you mean exquisite, Harry?”

“Um, yeah, that’s what I said.” Draco just chuckled and continued with his meal. The boys ate in companionable silence and once Draco was sure Harry had eaten enough, he removed the tray and set it on the floor. Lying back against his pillows, Draco patted the spot next to him and Harry crawled into his waiting arms.

Draco wanted nothing more than to finish talking to Harry. He wanted to know about his terrible childhood, his dreams and expectations, and what made him tick. He wanted to know this beautiful person in his arms, inside out. He yearned to touch him, to feel the skin hidden underneath the baggy, threadbare clothes. But most of all, Draco wanted to hear Harry scream out his name, and watch his face in the throes of passion. The object of his desires let out a contented sigh. Draco kissed his forehead and pulled the soft blankets over them before the two newfound lovers fell into a peaceful slumber.

*********

The first thing Draco noticed when he awoke was the bright sunlight streaming through the window. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and was surprised to see it was only eight o’clock in the morning. The next thing he noticed was the weight of a body, pressed tightly against his right side. He turned his head and his breath hitched at the sight before him. His beautiful Harry was sleeping peacefully beside him, and he looked so serene. His unkempt hair was sticking out in every direction, and his face was the picture of beauty and perfection.

The final thing Draco noticed was the obvious bulge that was poking him in the thigh. ‘Fuck, his morning wood is as hard as mine and I just want to touch it, but I’m afraid that I may scare him and send him bolting from the room again.’ Draco thought. He was just about to think of something to will his erection to deflate when Harry stirred beside him. Harry stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before letting them rest on Draco.

“Good morning, gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” Draco asked, stroking Harry’s cheek tenderly.

The husky reply just made Draco’s hard cock twitch even more. “Mmm, yeah, I did thanks. This is the first time ever I have had a proper bed to sleep in. It’s so comfortable; I could stay here all day.”

“No complaints from me in that department, although I’m sure we won’t get much peace once everyone’s awake.” Harry could only nod in response. There was something distracting him and it felt like heaven. Once his brain had finally caught up with the fact that he was awake, Harry realized it was Draco’s hand gently caressing his stomach through his thin jumper. They had obviously fallen asleep fully clothed the night before and Harry was glad they had. He needed a shower, badly, before anything intimate could take place. But before he could suggest it, he felt Draco’s hot breath next to his ear.

“I want to make love to you, Harry. Can I? If you’d rather wait then I’ll understand, but I want you so much. I never believed in love at first sight until you walked into the ballroom, and into my life, the other night. I am smitten with you. I want to wake up like this every day for the rest of our lives. I love you, Harry,” he whispered, as he placed a soft chaste kiss on the stunned brunet’s lips.

Harry didn’t know what to say. A quick retort, like the ones he would use with the whales, wasn’t very forthcoming. Instead he lay there staring into the intense, passion-filled grey orbs above him. Then he remembered and quickly prised himself from Draco’s hold, and jumped out of the bed. He nearly fell over in his haste to get away from the blond.

Draco looked confused. ‘What the fuck?’ A sense of déjà vu washed over him. Harry was standing trembling at the bottom of the bed. ‘Well at least he didn’t run out of the room this time,’ Draco added as an after-thought.

When Harry spoke, it took Draco a few seconds to actually make out what he was saying. He wanted to wrap Harry in his arms and never let him go, but he also wanted Harry to trust him and confide in him. So instead of rushing to him, Draco stood a few feet away and listened to Harry’s nervous explanation.

“Y… you, w… want to have s… sex with me? Now? Fuck.”

‘Yeah, that’s the general idea, Harry.’

“I… I c… can’t. I, um, it’s embarrassing. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I don’t wantyoutoseemyunderwear,” Harry said quickly. But Draco heard him loud and clear.

“Your underwear? What’s wrong with it, Harry? Tell me you don’t wear bright orange or brown Y-fronts, do you?” Draco chortled. That was obviously the wrong thing to say, as he noticed Harry’s shoulders sag and loud sobbing could be heard. Draco didn’t wait to see if he had overstepped the mark by invading Harry’s personal space. He immediately closed the distance between them and pulled the distraught teen to his chest. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you. C’mon, shh!” Draco rocked Harry gently in his arms until the sobbing subsided.

Harry pulled away from Draco’s chest, but still remained enclosed in his arms, and wiped his tears on the sleeve of his jumper. “You don’t need to apologise, Draco. I’m just being silly. When I stayed with the whales, nothing in that house was mine. Not even my, um, underwear. I am wearing Dudley’s boxers, okay! Yeah, I know, I’m a minger, but it was either that or freezing my nuts off in that cold cellar.”

It took a few seconds for Draco to process what Harry had just said. Then he grinned and placed a hesitant hand at the zipper on Harry’s jeans. “Harry, I don’t give a stuff if you are going commando, or you wear pink frilly crotchless knickers from Ann Summers. The only thing I care about is making you happy and…” Draco paused to pull down the zip of Harry’s jeans and work his way into the waistband of his boxers, “keeping your cock company, and well used, well loved and adored, of course.”

“Eep!”

Draco’s fingers were toying with the waistband of Harry’s boxers and he could hear his lover’s breathing intensifying. “Wait, stop. Draco, you don’t understand. I can’t let you see them. I don’t care that it doesn’t bother you, but it bothers me, okay?”

Draco continued to run a finger up and down Harry’s covered shaft. “They’re only boxers, Harry. No big deal,” he breathed heavily. ’But something else is big, isn’t it, Draco,’ he mused as an afterthought.

Harry was becoming agitated. “Yes it is a BIG DEAL, Draco, to me anyway. Have some decorum for fuck’s sake,” Harry seethed.

Draco wasn’t going to take no for an answer. How could he, when there was a vision of pure lust-filled beauty standing before him? He leaned in to capture Harry’s lips with his own and hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans, yanking them down in one go. Harry’s surprised gasp had Draco grinning from ear to ear.

“There, what was so bad about th… oh my fuckin’ god. Ladies and gentleman, the lunchbox has landed. Thank you, Father Christmas, and thank you, Lord.”

Harry just stood with his trousers at his ankles, arms folded across his chest, and his mouth agape. ‘He practically rips my jeans from me, and then he has audacity to thank the fuckin’ Lord! And what did he mean by ‘the lunchbox has landed?’ This is no bloody food product in here. Lunchbox indeed!’ Harry snorted.

“When you have finished staring at my dick, Draco, maybe you could explain why you thought it necessary to embarrass me like this,” Harry seethed.

Draco tore his eyes away from his ‘lunch’ and licked his lips. “Harry, sweetie, don’t be embarrassed. There is nothing to be ashamed about. You are beautiful, abso-fuckin-lutely beautiful, in every way.” Harry felt his cheeks burn. He wasn’t bothered about Draco ogling his cock. It was what was covering his stiffy that he was fretting over.

“I am a seventeen year old virgin, Draco, wearing a pair of too tight boxers, designed for a fifteen year old, with pictures of Frodo feckin’ Baggins and Legolas on the front. That’s what I didn’t want you to see.”

Draco burst into fits of uncontrolled laughter and Harry lost it big time. He pulled his jeans up roughly and stormed out of the room. Where he was going, he didn’t know, but the further away from Draco, the better. He didn’t get very far, though, as Draco grabbed his wrist and spun him around.

“Harry, wait. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t do it to embarrass you. I just wanted to see more of you.” Harry tried to interrupt, but Draco placed a slender finger on his lips. “I meant what I said. I love you, Harry, and I never want you to be upset or see you cry because of me. For what it’s worth, I have a secret crush on Frodo Baggins, and seeing his pretty face covering your glorious cock nearly made me cum in my fuckin’ silk Prada boxers. And silk is a bummer to wash.”

Harry looked away, trying to control the laugh that was screaming to burst forth from his mouth. Instead of laughing, he grabbed Draco’s hand and dragged him back to their bedroom. Harry pushed Draco gently onto the bed and straddled his waist. His left hand cradled Draco’s head, while the right one worked on undoing the blond’s jeans. Draco moaned low in his throat when he felt Harry’s shaky hand snake its way from the elastic silk waistband to the wet patch on the front of his boxers.

Harry’s mind was a jumble of mush. ‘Fuckin’ hell, blow me. Silk, aargh sheesh. I’m gonna cum from just the feel of them on my skin. How the hell does he manage to keep his cock so snug in there with the feel of silk rubbing against it all day long? Gah! Fuckin’ Frodo is nothing compared to this. I really must stop swearing, it’s not proper. Cinderella didn’t, so Harryrella will just have to try, but fuuuuuck, this is way too hot!’

He didn’t remember when Draco managed to switch positions, but Harry now found himself pinned to the bed with Draco hovering over him. He could feel the prince’s royal prick digging into his stomach and he reached out a nervous hand to touch it. Draco paused for just a moment, pulled off his jeans and boxers in one go, and then lifted his hips up far enough so he could do the same with Harry’s.

“So long, Frodo. Thank you for keeping junior warm, but I’m here now, so keep your little eyes away.” Harry snorted with laughter at Draco’s antics.

“I can’t believe you are talking to a piece of cloth, Draco. I thought I was the one with the loose marbles.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha, loose marbles. Dunno about that, Harry, but you certainly have really tight balls. Oh fuck, I… hmmm!”

The two boys spent the next hour getting acquainted with each other's bodies. Draco discovered that Harry had a really sensitive spot on his neck, just below his left ear, and if he licked it, then sucked it gently, Harry would writhe underneath him. The sounds coming from his lover sent shivers down Draco’s spine and when he wrapped his hand around Harry’s weeping cock, it took all his self restraint not to shoot his load there and then.

Harry returned the favour and soon their breathing became erratic as the wanking became more intense. Draco was murmuring Harry’s name over and over again, watching his cock disappear and re-appear in Harry’s fist. He was close, so close, but he wanted Harry to come first. He wanted to see that beautiful face as Harry climaxed into his waiting hand. Draco didn’t have long to wait.

“Oh, f…fuckin’…hell…Draco!” Harry yelled at the top of his voice, completely oblivious to the fact that the walls weren’t soundproof. As soon as Draco saw Harry come all over his hand, he felt his own orgasm take him.

“Fuck, Harry, yes!” Draco shouted, every muscle twitching and shaking as waves of pleasure swept through his body.

They both lay on the bed, panting heavily, their hands still wrapped around each other's now-limp cocks, unaware that their cries had been heard throughout the whole of the Manor.

“It seems that our son has inherited a remarkable talent in the bedroom department. It must come from you,” Narcissa remarked to her husband, but Lucius didn’t hear her. He was too busy burrowing himself under the blankets for another romping session.

Snape sat in the kitchen getting merrily pissed. Or at least it was merry until he heard Draco and Harry screaming. “Bloody hormonal teenagers,” he grumbled as he refilled his glass. Not long after that, sounds of two much older people shagging loudly reached his ears. “Oh for fuck’s sake, is everyone getting some, but me? That’s it - I’m going to fondle those inflatable Parton breasts! Now, where did I put them?”

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A few hours had passed by the time everyone decided to surface, for real this time. Harry and Draco both showered separately, and then walked hand in hand to the kitchen for some breakfast. The sight that met them had the two boys doubled over with laughter, much to the chagrin of the person they were laughing at.

Severus was on his hands and knees wailing like a banshee, but no tears escaped from his eyes. He wasn’t really crying, but Harry and Draco soon found out just how much whisky he’d consumed by the incoherent words he was sprouting.

“Helloooooo, Dolly, hic…”

“Um, Draco, is he singing?” Harry snorted.

“Is that what you call it? Sounds to me as though he needs medical assistance.” Draco crouched down beside the inebriated butler. “Sev… SEV… DOLLY PARTON, GET UP FROM THE FLOOR, NOW!” Shouting seemed to have got his attention.

“Ooooh ‘ello, Draco. I’m, um, looking for my tits, but um… hmm, oops, has your fa… fart…er got them? I want my Dolleeee dimples back.”

Draco looked as though he had just sucked on an out of date ice-pop, the way his face was twisting in disgust. “You are not still going on about those bloody breasts are you, Severus? Pull yourself together; you’re a mess. And my father has his own breasts to keep him occupied at the moment. Why would he want a fake pair?” Draco raised an eyebrow and glanced at Harry, who seemed to be at a total loss for words.

“So, Looshush has his own titties now? And where d’ you s’pose he got them, hmm?” Severus quipped.

“They’re my mother’s, you snivelling tart. Jeez, if you are so interested in bloody pieces of flesh that wobble around uncontrollably, go and visit a strip club. You’re doing my head in. Come on, Harry. Forget breakfast just now; let’s go and shag.”

Harry’s chin hit the floor. “Huh?” ‘Deep breaths, Harry, in… and out… in… and out. Bugger, that just conjures up more images of shagging.’

With glazed eyes and a nod of his head, Harry followed Draco out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to their bedroom.

Severus muttered, ‘Bloody cheeky monkey,’ under his breath, before going in search of his plastic boobs.

By the time Harry reached the bedroom doors, Draco was already undressed and was spread-eagled on top of his luxurious four poster bed. “What are you waiting for, Harry? Take the clothes off.” And gestured with a raised eyebrow. Harry stood frozen to the spot. ‘Surely this is a piss take. Does he really want to stick his cock in my arse? I know it’s something I’ve dreamt about, but this is for real. Fuck, where’s Dumbledore when I need him?’ Harry thought.

Slowly, and unsteadily, Harry made his way over to Draco. The blond reached up and tugged on Harry’s shirt. “Take it off,” Draco said, huskily. Next came the trousers, then his boxers - which were really Draco’s, but he said Harry could borrow them until they went shopping - then he was being pulled gently into waiting arms which wound around his trembling form. “Don’t be scared, Harry. I want to show you what love is. I want to be inside you, loving you, pleasuring you, and pounding you into my, I mean our, mattress,” Draco said silkily.

Harry was once again speechless. Even his mind, and his annoying inner voice, had shut down. He lay there and let Draco explore every inch of his body. Gentle hands caressed the toned stomach, kneading the tight muscles of Harry’s abs. A tongue licked its way down Harry’s neck, across the collar bone and then the chest. Draco found a very erect nipple and latched onto it, sucking and laving at the raised nub. Harry squirmed underneath him, pulling in great gulps of air.

“Holy fuckin’ hell. Draco, ah, hmm, jeez, so good. Feels so good.” Draco couldn’t help but grin at Harry’s reaction to his tongue. ‘At least I’m doing it right,’ he thought. Harry did attempt to touch Draco on a few occasions, but the blond swatted his hand away every time.

After what seemed like an eternity, the licking and sucking stopped. Draco lifted Harry’s legs and rested them on his shoulders. Harry looked as though he was going to hyperventilate. ‘Lovely, now all he can see is the crack of my arse. Oh, the shame.’ But he wasn’t really ashamed. Scared? Yes. Ashamed? No. He was more worried about the pain than anything else.

Draco’s soft, husky voice brought Harry out of his musings. “I’m going to prepare you now, love. Just relax, I’ve never done this before, but I know what I’m doing.” Harry panicked at this revelation.

“What? You… you’ve never done this before? Draco, I’m not about to let some amateur poke around in my arse if he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. Fuckin’ hell.” Harry was about to lower his legs to the bed, but Draco just smiled and mouthed, ‘Relax, angel,’ before inserting a lube-covered finger into Harry’s tight entrance.

That shut the raven-haired young man up immediately. The only sound emitting from his beautiful mouth now were sounds of pleasure. Draco inserted a second finger and spread them, stretching Harry’s tight entrance further. He curled his index finger just a little, trying to find the little bundle of nerves that was buried deep inside the dark crevice. He knew he’d found it when Harry suddenly arched his body and threw his head back with a thump, onto the soft fluffy pillows behind him.

“What… the… hell… was… that?” he panted.

“Harry, allow me to introduce you to your prostate.” Draco grinned. Harry was mumbling and moaning now, and when Draco heard the pleading of, “take me now, Draco, please, I need you, now,” he didn’t hesitate.

Reaching for the lube once more, Draco spread a good amount on his leaking cock, then some more around Harry’s entrance, and positioned himself, before slowly pushing in. Harry gasped as his tight hole was breached and Draco allowed him to adjust to the intrusion before slipping in, inch by agonizing inch. Once Draco was fully sheathed inside his lover’s body, he gently placed his hands at Harry’s hips and slowly pulled all the way out, then back in.

Harry was oblivious to the sounds of skin slapping skin. However, he was aware of a tight, overwhelming feeling which started in the pit of his stomach, and with every thrust, he was being pushed over the edge. His breathing became erratic as Draco plunged deeper and deeper, speeding up at the final hurdle. Draco placed one of his hands around Harry’s shaft and began stroking him in synch with his thrusts. He knew Harry was close; he could feel his balls tighten. “Come for me, Harry, come on, I’m so close, baby.”

No sooner had the words left Draco’s lips, he felt the pulsing of Harry’s cock, and come suddenly shot between their bodies, covering Draco’s hand. The blond’s orgasm took him by surprise, and Harry felt Draco’s seed pumping into his body in waves. They were relatively quiet about it this time, but it was obvious by the swollen mouths that they had both been biting their lips to stop themselves from screaming.

As Draco slid out of Harry, the brunet groaned in protest. “Was that alright, Harry?” Draco asked as he lay down next to his raven-haired beauty.

“More than okay, it was fuckin’ fantastic,” Harry murmured, snuggling into Draco’s waiting arms.

“Maybe we can reverse the roles sometimes,” Draco suggested. “And perhaps look into soundproofing the walls of our bedroom. Can’t have you biting those luscious lips of yours. If there’s any biting to be done, it’ll be done by me.”

Harry smiled and nodded against Draco’s chest. “Of course, love.” He kissed the patch of skin just over the blond’s heart, and sighed contentedly.

A single tear appeared at the corner of Draco’s eye, and he firmly, but silently, told it to piss off. Malfoys don’t cry. But he couldn’t help feeling complete now, and that made him want to cry. He kissed the top of Harry’s head and held him close, and soon sounds of snoring could be heard.

Harry was finally happy. He was no longer dressed in rags, hungry and unloved. He was no longer a carbon copy of Cinderella, but Harry Potter, the boy who lived, happily ever after.

TBC