Cinderella

AN: Woah, this has been a while since I wrote anything to this story. I must apologise for that. I think this is it guys. Thank you for your support over the *cough* years of this. I honestly don't know when I started this story but I can say it was over a year ago at least!
So here is the last chapter, enjoy.


Chapter Nine
~Cinderella~


Draco stood at the balcony, overlooking the Mediterranean. He sighed at the beautiful scenery before him but other things occupied his mind to be able to appreciate the scenery fully. He turned to look inside the room he and Harry were sharing on their vacation. At this very moment Harry was lying on the double sized bed, apparently trying to take a nap but failing. Draco could see that Harry was far from sleeping as he stole glances at him every so often. Draco licked his lips as he thought of ways to make Harry tired enough to get some sleep. They had arrived Italy that same day and it was already late evening and the sun was setting behind the horizon.

Draco walked slowly to the bed and sat next to Harry, his fingers coming to play with the strands of the brunette's hair. "I guess it was Weasley who told you that he had seen me?"

"Hmm," was the only answer he got from the 'napping' man.

He continued his sensual touching. "I am glad he had enough brains to do that. I wasn't sure I would have gotten out of there without a scratch if you hadn't been there. Nott can be rather cruel when he wants to," he said, letting his fingers fall to Harry's face, caressing the other man's cheeks and jaw.

Harry smiled. "I am sure you would have managed just fine." He opened his eyes and looked at his lover. Harry took Draco's hand into his own and kissed the palm of it lightly. "I am just happy I found you at all."

Draco returned the smile s he listened to the evident sadness of Harry's tone. "Me too," he whispered. What Harry was doing to his hand was making him feel more than just lust. He felt pure love towards this man who seemed to worship him more than anything at this very moment of time.

Harry continued his ministrations by kissing Draco's arm. He slowly rose up from the bed as he got closer to Draco's shoulder. As he met the sleeve of Draco's T-Shirt, he stopped briefly to take the shirt off. Draco was more than Happy to let him do it. There was something magical about the way Harry seemed to focus on his task.

Harry continued his path upwards, placing gentle kisses on his shoulder and neck, tracing his jaw and when he meet his lips, he stopped. Draco had waited for the obvious kiss but it didn't come as he was held captive by Harry's green eyes. "Marry me, Draco."

His eyes widened and he couldn't help from gasping. He stared down into Harry's eyes, trying to understand where the question had come from. "Harry--" he started to say but he was silenced with a finger against his lips.

"Shh," Harry said and let the finger drop. "Let me show you," he breathed against his lips and finally claimed them into a heated kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around his waist, tucking him closer. Draco spread his legs to either side of Harry's waist and came as close as he could to the other man. Draco's hands pushed the already open shirt over Harry's shoulders and Harry himself removed it, throwing it somewhere to the right. Draco's hands were in his hair, twisting and turning as Harry attacked his neck, licking and biting.

Harry's firm hands were on his ass, pulling his closer and tighter against him. Harry's hips kept thrusting upwards into his and he kept grounding against that thrusting.

"Harry," Draco moaned and sunk his teeth into his shoulder. Harry shivered at the pain, but it was eased as Draco soon started licking the tender spot. "We need to get naked," he managed to pant out as his climax was approaching.

Harry said nothing but grunted as a affirmative answer. Draco gasped as soon as he realised that he had no clothes anymore. He only saw that Harry lowered his wand back to the bed next to them. He had no time to think about what Harry had done as he came in contact with Harry's no bare hard on. They moaned almost at the same time and they stopped moving. Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to control his lust to just rode the waves of pleasure. "Harry, please," he breathed out as if talking alone might undo him.

"Yes, love," was a hoarse answer to his ear as Harry prepared him. As soon as Harry's fingers left him he relaxed completely in his embrace and then they were one. It was slow but fulfilling and simply worth the wait. Draco sighed when he was completely filled with Harry. This feeling was something he could not simply live without.

Their love making was quick and neither seemed to mind it but the night was still young and long. They didn't seem to get enough of each other as they made love several times that night. Some were quick, hard trysts, some slow and gentle. Morning seemed to arrive too fast as they finally fell asleep when the first rays of light graced the horizon.


THE END