The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

Chapter Nine: Man of My Heart

Draco and Harry talked long into the night, reliving memories spanning their firsts up to the days of the war.
They talked about how they had gotten through the trials and difficulties, of just what events had motivated their emotions.
Harry was surprised to find that Draco actually remembered the visit to the clothing store before they came to Hogwarts for their first year.
Draco hadn’t realized he was 'The Harry Potter' at the time, but he had felt an immediate draw.
In return, he had blushed puce when Harry had begun to recall the day he’d caught the blond crying in the bathroom and he admitted to feeling bad for his rival and remorse for his actions, his hand tracing the long white scar across Malfoy’s chest.
“I wish that you had killed me that day.” Draco admitted, “It would have saved Dumbledore’s life. I had issues with the old git, but I never wished him dead.”
“It wouldn’t have solved anything, Malfoy.” Harry said, looking away. “He was dying anyway. This was more humane.”
And so it went till nearly five a.m., when Draco shifted against the covers and said, “So, now what, Potter?”
“Now?” Harry returned, “After you have taken me through my first time?” he answered.
“Well, it was actually my first time going that far, as well.” The blond admitted, “Don’t be a Drama Queen.”
“In that case, Now . . . I want you to be my second, third, fourth and, if you are still any good, my fifth, as well.” Harry said, looking at Draco with hungry eyes.
The Malfoy’s heir was known for being quick on the uptake and he rolled them over onto Harry’s side of the bed and straddled the brunet. “Hold that thought.” He said, kissing Harry quickly. “Roldo!” He called and that same house elf from before returned. “Pack me some essentials. I’ll be here for a few days. I’ll give you some notes to send by owl later. Oh, and take the things downstairs. We don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Very good, Master Draco.” the little elf said, disappearing.
“Now, where were we?” the blond asked. “Oh, yeah! I remember. Right about here.” he said, latching onto Harry’s neck with the tips of his teeth as he sucked on the already bruised skin.
“God, Draco. Find another spot. That’s gone through to the bone already.” Harry said, chuckling.
“Nope, I want it there, permanently. I wonder if there is a spell that will do it. I have got to get a new wand.” Malfoy said running his fingers up and down Harry’s ribs.
“How about this one.” Harry said reaching into the drawer and pulling out the Hawthorne wand. “It’s yours. You deserve it, after you’ve defeated my resistance. Take the wand. You already have my heart.”
Draco’s fingers closed around the familiar length and a soft glow flowed into them. He touched the tip with his other forefinger as he straddled Harry’s hips. He pointed the tip at the dip in Harry’s throat and dragged it slowly down between his lungs until it rested just below that very heart.
“Accio, heart.” Malfoy whispered with a smile on his lips.
Harry had never seen the Slytherin’s face look so sexy.
“Too late, I told you.” He said, his voice hoarse and needy.
Draco tossed the wand back onto the nightstand next to the spoon and leaned forward.
“Just checking,” Draco said, licking a path up Harry’s neck until he reached the brunet’s lips where he pressed close and allowed his tongue to probe.
Harry opened his lips and sucked the muscle into his mouth as his hand roamed the contours of Draco’s thighs, feeling the bunching of the quads under his fingertips.
Malfoy’s hand, meanwhile, had threaded into Harry’s unruly locks, as his hips shifted, rubbing their straining lengths together.
“Ah, Harry. I was so scared that you didn’t really feel this. I couldn’t have stood the rejection.” Draco breathed as he rubbed his cheeks to Harry’s, his tongue sneaking out to taste the skin it could reach.
Harry mimicked him, tasting the unique flavor of Malfoy as the taller man searched frantically or the right words. “When I finished showering and you were gone, I panicked and I found that note and followed. Then, you came back and she was with you. And Weasley said they gave you Verituserum. I was so shocked.”
“Shocked?” Harry said, cutting the blond’s words off.
“Yes, Shocked. How did you lie under Verituserum?” Draco said, pulling back.
“I didn’t lie. It was your sperm, just mixed in with mine. I couldn’t go there trying to pass off mine for yours.” Harry said plainly.
Draco stared for what seemed like forever before he laughed heartily. “Oh course, you didn’t. Don’t even tell me how, I’m just relieved that you managed it. I thought I was so smart, messing with the bottle when your friends were in danger. It was stupid of me and I’m sorry.”
“I really don’t think she intends to hurt you. Are you angry about it?” Harry asked sliding his hands up the blond’s arms and grasping at his shoulders.
“Angry? No. And wouldn’t it be funny if whoever it is, ends up with a little Potter baby instead. Don’t worry. No one is going to catch me with anything so pathetic. My father already knows about my preferences. Once I tell him about you, he‘ll just keel over and that will solve that problem. Mum’ll be the hard one. She may take this personally.”
While they talked, Draco had continued to shift over Harry and the brunet was having difficulty keeping up with his words.
“Yes, personally.” He moaned, his eyes closed. “Draco,” he called.
“Yes, luv.” The blond whispered back.
“Could you, possibly, get on with it?” Harry asked ,his throat oddly dry.
“Oh, I suppose I could.” Malfoy said lifting up and sliding between Harry’s thighs. He pulled the shorter man’s legs around him and rose to his knees, pulling Harry up to sit on his lap. When Harry felt something pressed against his opening, he grinned wickedly.
The brunet pushed himself up as Draco aimed his tool and then Harry lowered himself onto it.
“Nngh,” Draco grunted as he was drawn into heaven. “Oh, so good, Harry.”
Being a man of action, Harry Potter grabbed hold of Malfoy’s shoulders and lifted himself up. Rising nearly off of the other before dropping down abruptly.
Draco’s gasp drove him on and he rose and fell again and again, coaxing more responses from his lover.
Draco’s hands grasped Harry’s thighs, lifting him, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he was taken ever closer to release.
It proved too much for Harry and without either of them even touching him, he spasmed and released, coating them both with his fluids even as his body clamped down on Draco’s penis.
“OH, Yes!” The blond cried as he too shot over the precipice and released a new supply of his semen into the recesses of Harry Potter.
The two collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, sticky, exhausted and satiated. They were soon curled up together, sleeping peacefully, truly peacefully, for the first time in their memories.

Harry woke to find a curtain of soft blond hair splayed across his face as Malfoy lay across his chest, his head on the shoulder opposite the rest of his body.
The blankets had been pushed down to cover only their legs up to the hips and it was a little cool in the room.
Harry reached up and lifted Malfoy’s wand, silently accio’d the spare throw from his bedroom wardrobe. It flew over and spread out to fall gently over the two lovers.
“Master?” a voice whispered from his elbow at the edge of the bed. Harry turned slightly.
Kreacher stood there, in his hand a small tray with two tall glasses of juice on it.
“I thought you and your guest might be thirsty. This will invigorate you. I will leave it here.” the elf said sliding the tray onto the nightstand without upsetting items already there. He smiled lightly before he turned and disappeared.
“At least, he knows how to do that quietly.” Malfoy grumbled into his chest “Roldo can’t manage without a bang or a crash.”
Harry chuckled and Draco’s head bounced against his chest. Malfoy moaned once then shifted a little to lick at the closest of Harry’s nipples.
“Hey, now. How about some juice?” Harry said after he jumped in surprise.
“Sounds good.” Draco said, pushing up over the brunet and rolling to his side.
Harry slid up against the headboard and reached for a cup. He handed it to the blond before taking the other and sipping it. “Mmm, pumpkin juice with cinnamon. Kreacher is really a good cook.” he said.
Malfoy downed his cup in a few swallows, then handed the cup back. Once Harry had taken it he leaned forward and wrapped his lips back around the still damp nub. “Hey,” Harry said nearly spilling his own drink.
“Drink that fast, I have plans for you,” Draco whispered against the stiff flesh.
“God, Draco.’ Harry breathed, then quickly gulped is drink and placed the empty next to Draco’s.
By now, Draco had licked and sucked and generally worked the poor little teat to a hard and sensitive level so he looked up at the euphoric expression on Harry’s face before advancing to the other side.
Harry’s hands came up to hold Draco’s head, palms over his ears and fingers splayed into the soft blond strands of his hair. Draco took this as a sign of acceptance and let his teeth graze the sensitive flesh.
“Ah! Oh, Yes! “ Harry cried and the blond nipped harder, “Oh, wow. Oh, yeah, Draco!”
If his words weren’t enough, the hardening of a certain body part just under Draco’s belly told him that his attention was appreciated. He moved on, kissing, licking and biting at the skin that he passed as he made his way down toward the beckoning pole to the south.
Harry’s hands guided him, unconsciously, toward it and when he felt the first soft kiss to the tip, he nearly came on the spot.
Draco licked gently around the head and sucked it into his mouth, pulling it in as he moved closer, taking it until it seemed to lodge into his throat.
Harry moaned and his hips attempted to thrust, but Malfoy’s hands held him down as he bobbed up and down on the delicious treat he had claimed.
Malfoy was an expert at this and as he drew Harry closer, he tried not to remember where he had gained this expertise. His past was past and there was his only this present to fill his mind and fulfill his needs.
Harry was his dream and his goal and, if today were any indication, he was finally going to reach both. The very thought nearly gave him another climax, causing his aching cock to throb where it was, pressed to the sheets below him, between Harry’s feet.
The object of these thoughts was currently moving frantically below him, thrashing about as his hands tangled themselves in the long blond locks of his new lover and no coherent thoughts were making it past the driving need that was about to send him farther toward a new horizon than he had ever dreamed possible.
Harry had never had this experienced, as Ginny was too insecure and he had not gotten that far with Cho. Truth be told, Harry had entered into this with Draco nearly a complete virgin, with only some heavy petting to look back on, and the freedom of Draco’s desire had been all the excuse he needed to travel all the way to his inner kinky.
Harry was having his first glimpse of that world, and he wanted to move in.
Draco’s mouth pulled him harder as the blond let a soft moan vibrate the head of the dick that was lodged in his throat and it was the last straw for the brunet wizard.
Harry was soon gasping for breath as Draco swallowed his offering with relish and he was living with the shock of knowing he had just climaxed in his partner’s mouth.
“Oh, shit! I-I didn’t know, I-I mean, I’m sorry.” he groped for words.
“Sorry? Sorry for what, Lover? I thought that was the best breakfast I have ever had.” Draco said, smiling as he licked his lips.
“Great Merlin, Draco! Did you like it? I mean, really?” he begged, his mind going to new thoughts of just what his new life could bring. “Would you want to do that again, sometime?”
“Harry, I’ll drink you dry, anytime you want. In fact, I could think of a few other things that I would like to do with you.” Draco said with a seductive leer.