Fit For the Prince

Title: Fit For the Prince

Author: Loki Tarien

Summary: ONESHOT - Harry and Draco get along, quite well in fact. And while Draco pretends to remain the Ice Prince of Slytherin, he is just trying to make sense of his jumbled emotions. Luckily Harry\'s there to help him. R&R please!

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Feedback: Greatly desired. ^_^ thanx!

Characters: Mostly Harry and Draco. Snape has a minor speaking part. Notable mentions of other students as well as Voldemort.

Betas: Linwe-chan, C-chan

Author’s Note: I know! You want my other stuff but I’m sure this’ll help keep you all sated. Lotsa sex in this! Haven’t gotten there with the others!!! Sorry for the LONG wait but… but… my muse went vacation?
~Draco Muse: I most certainly did not! YOU lazy bum wouldn’t write! *humph*~
Hehe… enjoy!!!
~Draco Muse: You are most incorrigible. ~

Disclaimer: Not making any money off of this, nor am I the true owner (that would be the wonderfully talented JK Rowling) of the characters involved. Just the twisted situation… ^_^


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“For fuck’s sake, Harry…” Draco hissed at his Potions partner as the potion they were working on exploded in their faces. “You’re worse than Longbottom you… you ingrate!” He shook his platinum hair in a fruitless effort to rid his locks of the slimy pink goo that covered it. With a glare at his partner he stomped away from the work station, making a beeline for the professor’s desk.

“I don’t want to hear it Mister Malfoy. You are just as much at fault as Potter.” Professor Snape mumbled without looking up from grading papers. He did not need to see his pupil’s outraged face to know who it was. The foot stomps gave it away.

“But, Professor,” Draco began clearly frustrated that even his Head of House wasn’t giving him the time of day.

“No whining Mister Malfoy. Just clean up the cauldron with Potter and I expect a joint essay by tonight on this potion. Let’s see, I want it to be at least three feet long.” Snape continued. With a quick glance at his student Snape smirked at the seething back walking away from his desk. “And Mister Malfoy, please, I don’t want some feather-brained lion-cub bent on fame and fortune writing this essay. I’m afraid I am unable to understand such drabble.”

Draco harrumphed and glared daggers at his professor. “Of course, Pro-fess-or,” he enunciated each syllable in a childish attempt to annoy his professor. Sadly, the only ones snickering were his class mates, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike. It wasn’t that Draco never acted up in class, oh no. He acted up, acted out and gave it all he got! But the childish manner in which he displayed his disdain for the punishment… well, that was a last resort trick that no Malfoy would dare admit to doing. “Like I said Potter, this whole thing is entirely your fault!” Draco sneered as he flopped onto the stool behind the work station.

“Just clean up the area, Mister Malfoy and don’t slack off Potter.” Snape rebuked from his desk, expecting Harry to give Draco a hard time about cleaning up. Draco just harrumphed but got off the stool and moved to clean up the mess.

“I’ve got it, Malfoy. Why don’t you try a cleaning spell to get that stuff out of your hair,” Harry said quietly, carefully piling the tools and vials into the cauldron before moving the whole thing to the slop-sink in the back of the room. With his back to the class Harry carefully washed out the items, ignoring the burning sensation that was making rivulets down his neck.

Draco sat back on the stool and did as told, finding himself feeling a little better now that he had rid himself of the gunk. He glanced at Harry’s back and raised an eyebrow at the sight. Harry had slipped out of his robe and had rolled up the sleeves of the shirt underneath it, baring his strong arms elbow-deep in the sudsy water. The one problem Draco found – aside from the slime dripping from the ends of Harry’s shoulder length raven hair – was how Harry was holding himself. It was as if Harry had done such a menial task so often – not that he had during Potions class because Draco made sure the potion was a success. “Except today,” he commented quietly to himself.

Harry finished washing and drying each item and turned to restore each to its rightful home. He didn’t mind doing the work alone, even if it felt oddly reminiscent of his chore-filled summers spent at Four Privet Drive. He pivoted back to the table with a wet rag and proceeded to clean the surface. His hair was matted to his forehead, sending streams of the potion flowing across his face and down his neck. The burning sensation followed.

Draco watched mesmerized by Harry’s movements that he had to look a second time at Harry’s face; it was streaked with burn marks. Not from the sun, though Draco was well aware of how beautifully tanned Harry’s upper and lower body was, but from the potion. Concern flashed into Draco’s features. ‘How could he stand that? It must be burning to no end!’ Draco thought to himself. He reached out a hand to stop Harry’s motions but to no avail.

“I told you, Malfoy,” Harry whispered softly, a slight hint of mostly hidden pain lacing the words, “I’ve got it.” Harry’s green eyes darkened as a bit of the potion made its way down his back. It wasn’t unbearable… okay, it was fucking torture! It was worse than listening to Snape ridicule and verbally abuse him whenever he got the chance. ‘Stupid prat’s becoming more and more cocky with every time he sees me,’ Harry thought. He rolled his shoulders and took in a sharp breath. The pain was becoming too much.

“Harry? Why don’t you perform a quick cleaning spell to rid your body of that stupid potion?” Draco suggested, keeping his voice just as quiet as Harry’s.

“It’s nothing, Malfoy.” Harry turned around sharply and rinsed the rag clean.

Behind him Draco glanced at his professor, wondering if he even realized that Harry had done all the work. Draco slowly got to his feet and approached Harry. “Your voice and face say differently Harry. If you won’t cast the damn spell I’ll do it for you.” He leaned in close and hissed in Harry’s ear. “I can’t have my partner burned. That just won’t do.”

Harry stiffened, then, pushed away from Draco, sparing him a fleeting glance before smirking ever so slightly. “Erg… I think he’s planning some… ugh… thing murderously evil… Uhh…” Harry scrunched his eyes shut in pain and clenched his hands, pressing his fists forcefully against his temple. Draco lunged forward and caught Harry, who had slipped into a minor fit. It was no longer new to Draco when Harry had one of these fits. As a matter of fact, Draco had become the sole individual who was capable of keeping Harry from harming himself and others. Draco had gotten so used to the convulsions that he was acting on autopilot whenever one struck. To be honest, he thought this current attack was a diversion in order to get the two of them out of class, but Draco kept that little thought to himself as he struggled to help Harry.

“Mister Malfoy, please control your, ah, partner.” Snape intoned from his desk, sparing only a millisecond to glance at the commotion. The rest of the class, including Hermione, stared unabashedly at the pair. “And as for the rest of you, I would pay attention to your cauldrons before they boil over like Potter’s did. Mister Malfoy, please! Leave immediately.” Snape flicked his wand and sent both Draco\'s and Harry’s belongings out the door. Needless to say, Harry’s items scattered across the floor the moment they got through the door whereas Draco\'s stayed in a neat pile hovering at eye-level.

“Yes…urfa, Prof…ugh, sir.” Draco grunted and shuffled to the door, Harry twitching in his arms. He stepped through the door and was able to pull Harry through before the door slammed shut, sending both students sprawling onto the floor. “Merlin… what a stingy old coot!” Draco mumbled and pushed himself up onto his elbows. “And as for you…” he glared at Harry, who despite being on the floor was giggling. “I knew you were faking it!” Draco snorted at his partner.

Harry rolled onto his stomach and grinned from his new position on his elbows – between Draco’s legs. “You know,” Harry smirked, ridding his upper body of the obnoxious burning potion with a small display of wandless magic, “you are getting pretty lax in upholding your snooty attitude, especially in that grudge-filled bastard’s class.” Mirth tickled Harry’s features as he removed his glasses.

“Yea well, would you expect any different when you keep me distracted all damn day?” Draco glowered at the individual between his legs. In spite of all arguments he might come up with, he concluded that he preferred Harry there. ‘He could put that gorgeous mouth of his to better use,’ Draco thought as his sex-drive reared its head.

“So I take up your thoughts now, too?” Harry inched his way closer to Draco\'s body. He seriously loved being the little tease. “I bet if I continue you’ll be crying for it.” Harry pushed himself onto his hands and moved forward until he was hovering above Draco. “I could very easily lower my body and move a bit… I’m not afraid of doing it right here.” Harry’s voice grew husky with desire and the sudden urge to devour his partner consumed him.

Draco looked up at Harry. ‘Damn, his eyes have that primal sex-drive thing going on. Shit… sex… class! Fuck it!’ Draco\'s thoughts scattered completely as Harry’s lower body rubbed against his, creating the most pleasurable friction known to either man… even with the clothes in the way. “Harry… not here!” Draco squeaked, knowing that Harry would pounce on that noise and mock him relentlessly for a day or so. Not that Draco didn’t have anything good to get back at Harry, but he squeaked and nothing topped the squeak, or so Harry said.

“Oh fine.” Harry leaned down and pecked Draco\'s cheek quickly then rose till he was standing over Draco. “I say we skip classes and take care of our little erm, problem. What say you?” Harry mentally collected his belongings and snatched them from the air when they got close enough.

“First off, it ain’t little and you know it! Secondly, I say,” Draco stood up and walked over towards his books, “that you are completely nutters.” Draco spun around with his books in his hands and smirked the Malfoy smirk. “But what does my calling you nutters have to do with anything?”

“It means everything you dolt!” Harry snorted before glaring at Draco. “And for the record, compared to me, it is little.” With that he turned around sharply and proceeded to stalk down the hall towards the Slytherin common room. He knew Draco would follow and instantly woo him into his rooms but Harry sure as hell wasn’t giving in without a fight. Not that Draco really needed to know that.

“You seriously have been hanging around the Slytherin students for way too long. Come on! You’re dealing with the Slytherin Sex-God, the Ice Prince, the…” Draco started as he raced to catch up with Harry.

“With what, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, the Prick of the Year?” Harry sneered coldly, his green eyes hard as stone.

“Damn… you really have been around me too long. Your eyes never did that trick before!” Draco stared unabashedly at Harry’s eyes. Without the glasses, they were even more beautiful. He was quite happy with himself for convincing the Boy Who Lived to at least correct his eyesight and alter the lenses so as not to alarm those around them that he no longer needed the obtrusive plastic. “But honestly, you know I want it. Gods, after that stunt I fucking need it!” Draco babbled as he darted in front of Harry and walked backwards trying to shake Harry’s cold-front. And for Draco to babble, that surely meant that he was head-over-heels in love with Harry. And that was saying something.

“Wall,” Harry murmured as he watched Draco back into the afore mentioned stone. “You realize you had me from the moment you reacted to my being between your legs. Jeez, you know I live only to torment you.” He closed the gap and kissed Draco deeply, leaving no room for argument. He shifted his right leg between Draco\'s, shifting it further and further until he heard Draco gasp.

“If that’s the… case shall we?” Draco squeaked again and immediately turned the corner. He whispered the password to the snake and slipped into the common room. “You coming, ya bloody tease?” Draco stepped around the couches and made his way to his private chambers. Behind him Harry chuckled but followed. The Slytherin common room had become like a second room in which he could easily maneuver without getting caught. It took some time, what with all the hexes flying around as practice, but Harry soon figured a way around them.

“So, Draco, were you really that concerned about my body earlier? When the potion was on my skin?” Harry questioned as he closed the door to Draco\'s rooms behind him. He walked over to the rich mahogany desk and placed his things on it, topping them with his glasses. He pried his feet from his shoes as he looked up to Draco\'s response.

“Of course, you doubted me?” Draco answered as he reappeared from within the bathroom. He padded across the black shag carpet and reached for Harry’s hands. “I never want you to be in pain whenever you don’t need to be. With the decayed monster, fine, but not in Potions class, at least, not when I’m your partner.” Draco smiled softly and backed his way towards his bed. Dating Harry did have its benefits. One, great sex; two, wandless magic; three, great sex; four, getting out of class; five… fucking amazing sex! (A/N: a little hung up on the sex, ne?)

“Draco…” Harry whispered and let himself be led to the bed. “Are we going to do this the long way or are you that desperate you want me to remove all obstacles?” Harry’s eyes glistened with amusement as he watched Draco\'s features shift around.

“Let’s take our time, love. It’s not like we were going to class anyway right?” Draco stopped walking and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling his other half close. He closed his silver eyes and burrowed his head against Harry’s neck. “I never want to lose you,” he murmured, the words becoming muffled.

Harry smiled gently and copied the stance, nuzzling against Draco\'s neck. He licked the bare skin, eliciting both shudders and moans from the blonde. “And you never will, Little Dragon. I’ll make sure of that.” Harry took a step forward, forcing Draco off-balance. “Don’t worry my love, I’ve got you,” he cooed into Draco\'s ear before nibbling around the two silver hoops that pierced the ear. “And I always will.”

Draco moaned and threw his head back, exposing more bare skin. “Gods, why… how do you… ahh… do this to me?” he groaned as Harry attacked the new areas of Draco\'s neck. Draco clenched his hands on the back of Harry’s shirt. “Off… take it… off…” Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he felt hands roam all over his body. Phantom hands, there were way too many hands than he knew Harry had. “Damn you.”

Harry stepped away from Draco and sent an onslaught of phantom hands roaming across his body. “I know, love.” Harry smirked briefly before shoving Draco backwards onto the bed. “But honestly, how do you expect me to keep you looking so desperate for my touch?” Harry dropped to his knees between Draco\'s spread legs and placed his hands on the inside of Draco\'s thighs.

“AH! Ha…ha… Harry…” Draco peered through hooded eyes when he felt the extra hands vanish and two really warm, no, two burning hot hands slowly trail down his trouser-clad legs. “I… I… wa… want…”

“What do you want, love? Do you want me to remove these?” Harry slipped Draco\'s shoes off, one by one, before rolling the socks off his feet as well. “Or do you want me to take these pants off?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he drew his hands up Draco\'s legs and reached for the belt buckle and undid it deftly, all the while keeping eye-contact with his victim. “You know love, I’d say you were just about to explode,” Harry rose up slightly on his haunches and exhaled a stream of hot air across Draco\'s groin. “And I haven’t even finished undressing you yet.”

“Gods Harry,” Draco swallowed hard as he watched Harry unbutton, unzip, and agonizingly slowly remove his pants. “I swear you are the devil incarnate!” Draco heaved. From the floor Harry chuckled darkly and nibbled his way up and down Draco\'s long legs, while his hands roamed up his thighs always avoiding the one spot Draco yearned to be touched. “Dear fucking…” Draco collapsed onto the bed, no longer watching Harry tease him.

“Yes my lovely Dragon, there will be time for that, lots of that if I get my way.” Harry grinned against the expanse of skin in front of his face, sending ghost air up and around the quivering muscles. Harry stood up and hovered over the half-naked man in front of him. “You know,” he murmured as he began to unbutton Draco\'s shirt, “I don’t think Snape realizes that at my current state, magically that is, I could kill him without saying a word. I could, with a little more practice, diminish Tom while I’m at it.” Harry bent over and pushed the fabric of Draco\'s dress shirt out of the way. He then began kissing his way across the vast plains of Draco\'s chest and stomach.

Beneath him – and his ministrations – Draco writhed. His lean figure pressed against Harry’s mouth while his head pushed further and further in the bed. Long, delicate fingers crushed the feather comforter in vice-like grips as Harry plunged lower across his shaking body. “Go-o-o-o-o-ods-s-s-s…” Draco moaned gutturally when Harry’s tongue plummeted into and around his navel. Harry smirked and continued his onslaught on Draco\'s extremely vulnerable – and highly delicious – body.

With a slight humph while shifting so he was hovering directly over Draco\'s face, Harry grinned. “I think I just want to devour you,” he cooed and lowered his fully clothed body so he was lying flush against Draco. “How does that sound Dragon?” Harry licked at Draco\'s neck, eliciting more groans and sighs from his captive.

“Clothes… off… NOW!” Draco panted and struggled to get Harry undressed from his slightly incapable position. He glared somewhat dazedly at Harry, daring him not to get undressed. Above him Harry chuckled but pushed himself up and straddled Draco\'s thighs.

“Alright my impatient little Dragon, alright!” Harry slipped his shirt over his head, revealing the highly toned rippling abs and chest that always seemed to amuse Draco. Once the shirt cleared his head and left his hands, it folded itself and landed by the desk. Harry just smiled softly at Draco. “Anything you like?” Draco just groaned and reached a hand to touch the gold hoop that dangled from Harry’s right nipple. Harry watched calmly, with a smile splayed across his face, and grasped Draco\'s hand in his. “I take that as a yes,” he started and lifted Draco\'s hand to kiss the back of it. “Or perhaps as an idea to pierce the other nipple and then use the hoops to chain me to a wall or something? I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, you slutty Dragon?” Draco bucked his hips fiercely, grinding himself against Harry’s ass.

“Lose the pants Potter. Lose them before I banish them!” Draco snarled as he continued to grind his hard-on against Harry’s firm ass. The sensation was thrilling him. Needless to say, if Harry didn’t move faster Draco would be finding release a lot quicker than he wanted to. But the pressure was building and becoming unbearable.

“Relax my love.” Harry sat up on his knees, one on either side of Draco\'s thighs, and slowly undid the belt on his pants. He no longer needed the belt to hold up his pants as he had gotten to the point where hand-me-downs from his obese cousin were totally un-wearable. He had purchased his own clothes, darkly attractive and skin tight. So the belt was there for fashion, or at least that’s what Draco keeps telling him when he rushes to get dressed in the morning after spending the night wrapped in Draco\'s strong arms. His smile softened further as he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, stood up, pushed them over his hips and kicking them off his feet, sending both the slacks and his socks flying to the desk where they folded themselves and settled on top of the shirt.

He raised his head, shoving his raven hair out of his eyes. “You know Draco I think I might actually do that.” Harry cocked his head to the side, thinking about when would be the best chance to sneak out of the castle and slip into Hogsmeade.

Draco snarled as he propped himself on his elbows to glare at his highly obnoxious lover. “Do what, Wonder-Boy?” Draco hissed and sent daggers with his eyes at Harry.

Harry smirked a very Malfoy-esque smirk and settled himself once again between Draco\'s legs, his mouth dangerously close to Draco\'s straining erection. “I was thinking of getting the other nipple pierced, love.” Harry blew gently across the tip of Draco’s erection, and chuckled when Draco flopped back onto the bed and shivered.

“Whatever masochist, just … ahhh!” Draco clenched the sheets tightly in his fingers the moment Harry took him in his mouth. Draco squirmed and groaned, hissed and arched his back, tried every possible method to get deeper into Harry’s insanely talented mouth.

Harry glanced up Draco’s sweat-covered body as he slowly swirled his tongue around and around the rock-hard penis in his mouth. With a deep throated chuckle that he knew would drive Draco crazy he held up two fingers and a metal cock ring appeared. He swiftly removed the quivering flesh from his mouth with an audible popping sound and slipped the cock ring on, pushing it down Draco’s length to rest at the base, all the while blowing on the tip to further agonize Draco. “Sorry love can’t have you finding release until I’m done with you,” he explained when Draco’s flushed face shot off the bed and pleaded with him. “No, I will not take it off!” Harry stood up once again and pushed Draco further onto the bed.

“Harrrryyyyy!!!!” Draco moaned, thrusting his painful erection into the empty air. “You bastard! I … I fuh… fucking… HATE YOU!” Draco cried. Harry had in previous encounters used the ring, as well as some other Muggle contraptions that Draco absolutely abhorred. Harry was one hell of a domineering master when it came to games of the bed. But for once Draco had hoped Harry wouldn’t use the damn annoying thing. Sadly, that hope was nothing but that, a hope.

Harry stepped back, hurt flickering across his features, undermining the sheer lust that once reigned control. “I could leave you like that you know,” his voice lost its seductive tone as he took more and more steps away from the bedside. He was almost up against the desk.

‘Shit…’ Draco pushed himself into a sitting position on the bed and placed his feet on the floor. His penis bobbed in frustration and need. “Harry,” Draco whispered. ‘Damn him for being so sensitive!’ “Come back here.” Draco stood up and reached out for Harry’s hands. “Please… I didn’t mean it.” He pulled Harry close and embraced him. With his penis pressed up against Harry’s and the restraining pressure of the cock ring Draco couldn’t help the hiss that escaped from his lips.

Harry’s eyes glinted. He managed to get the better of Draco’s emotions once again. Sadly, it was an overused trick that by now Draco should have no problem pointing out. Harry himself wasn’t one to argue though. “Of course you didn’t.” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear, licking the shell in little flicks of his tongue.

‘Fuck.’ Draco pressed further up against Harry’s firm body. “Harry, I … mmmm, don’t stop.” Harry was massaging the perfectly toned globes of Draco’s ass. With a final lick on Draco’s ear Harry delved deeper into the crevice formed by the two globes with his fingers. A slight chuckle escaped his throat as he breached the tight ring of muscle and Draco threw his head back in pure ecstasy. Draco dug his perfectly manicured nails into Harry’s back and clung for dear life. “Bed!”

“Of course my beloved dragon, of course.” Harry removed his probing finger and nimbly lifted Draco into his arms. He stared up into Draco’s lust-darkened eyes with pure love.

“Damn you Harry.” Draco sighed and removed his nails from the now bloody back of his lover. He rested his head on Harry’s as Harry walked back to the bed. “How do you do this to me? How do you make me into a puddle of goo?” Draco looked sadly up at Harry once he was placed back on the bed. “How? How is it that I can’t be strong around you?” A silent tear slipped down Draco’s flushed cheek.

The sight weakened Harry’s domineering hold. Harry climbed onto the bed and sat next to Draco, pulling the other man close. “I don’t know Draco. I honestly don’t know.” Harry whispered and drew random patterns across Draco’s heaving back. Harry looked down and sighed. He gently pushed Draco backwards onto the pillows at the head of the bed. “If it makes you feel any better I feel just as confused. I am not normally this dangerous. You know that. For crying out loud, Snape knows I’m not this sadistic for fuck’s sake. I mean, yea I always blow up against him but…” Harry slid up the bed and settled in next to Draco.

Draco shifted and rolled onto his side, pulling Harry to face him. “Harry, you don’t always blow up at him. Take today for instance.” He pointed out the fact that Harry had indeed, not blown up against their professor then continued. “But you’re right regardless. You aren’t always like that. But why?” Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, pulling it away from his face. Harry closed his eyes and put his hands, quivering slightly, on Draco’s chest. He trailed them downwards until they reached their destination at Draco’s crotch. “Harry, don’t tease me anymore. It hurts as it is. HARRY!”

“Relax, I’m just gonna take it off. You can then do as you please.” Harry said calmly, as his fingers twittered to remove the obtrusive metal object. He banished the ring and opened his green eyes. “Sorry Draco, I really am.” Harry closed his eyes again and briefly thought he should leave. But Draco didn’t give him much of a chance to attempt leaving.

“Don’t you dare think about leaving me,” Draco whispered harshly. “And you can forget about topping today. Got that?” He hissed the order yet counter-acted it by pulling Harry closer and snuggling under his chin. “Besides, we are beyond late for Care of Magical Creatures there is no point in you leaving.” Draco sniggered and rubbed his freed erection against Harry’s leg. “Shall we continue? I honestly think you would prefer me in you than not yes?”

Harry snickered at how true that statement really was. If he had had his way, Draco would be on the bottom with Harry’s penis shoved so far into his ass he would be feeling it for days. If Harry also had had his way, not only would Draco be feeling it but so would he. ‘Gotta love those spells,’ he thought. “So I guess no dual action spells huh?”

“NO!” Draco pulled back from Harry, his eyes wide open. “Don’t you even THINK about casting one while I’m fucking you. It will NOT be appreciated.” Harry started to laugh at Draco’s reaction. “I’m serious. I do not want some phantom dick thrusting in and out of my ass while I am doing the exact same thing to you. That is just disturbing.”

“But your face is always so blissful,” Harry retorted through the laughter that he couldn’t control. “Come on, you like the hands! What’s so disturbing about a phantom penis?! It’s like having a dildo up there without the actual dildo or the need for someone else to move it around!” Harry exclaimed as he watched Draco shift around until he was sitting between Harry’s spread legs with his hand motioning for a pillow. Harry complied with the pillow request, handing Draco the pillow Harry had his back against.

“Merlin, Harry! Why didn’t you say something?!” Draco complained. He crawled on top of Harry and leaned over him to grab his wand off the table. His eyes bugged out as he groped around for his wand. “It’s gone! Where the fuck…?” He squeaked loudly and jumped when he felt something thin and hard prodding his ass. “Harry!” He spun around sharply and ripped his wand from Harry’s hand. “You arse!”

Harry burst into another round of laughter as he watched Draco clean off the blood from the pillow before forcefully shoving it under Harry’s hips. “Sorry Dragon, I had to!” Harry panted as he struggled to regain control of his mirth.

“Sure you did. Sure,” Draco sneered and shoved his finger past the tight ring of muscle without warning or preparation, sending Harry about a foot or so off the bed in surprise. “Oops, love, I had to!” Draco mocked as he continued to insert and remove his finger from Harry’s ass. After getting bored with four fingers sliding easily in and out he looked at Harry’s face. Pain and pleasure mingled across his features. “Harry?”

“Hmm?” Harry moaned and tried to shove himself back onto the fingers that had suddenly vanished and left their mission.

“That was four fingers Harry. I wanted to know if you want me to go further or just fuck you now.” Draco sat back and gazed at Harry’s confused face. The idea swam across Harry’s otherwise blank mind. Some part of him thought Draco sounded a might bit bored with the idea of having sex, which the fact that Draco said fucking instead of sex or making love… that threw Harry for a bit of a loop.

“No,” Harry opened his eyes and stared lazily at Draco. “I don’t want your fist up my ass. And I think I am more than ready for you, don’t you think? Please?” Harry whimpered once and shifted so his ass was perhaps more readily available than it was before without it waving around in the air.

“Okay love, just asking.” Draco whispered a minor protection spell around himself and when he looked back at Harry realized that Harry had done the same. They weren’t stupid teenagers intent on a good fuck; they knew they had to protect themselves from diseases that not even the Wizarding world could cure. They also knew that they didn’t want to risk anything as they had both read up on any possible side-effect from two male wizards having sex. Male pregnancy completely turned them both off and they immediately began researching spells to protect themselves from such a disturbing idea.

“Greatly appreciated Dragon,” Harry whispered, his voice seeming to drop lower and lower and he prepared himself for what he knew would be pleasure intensified.

Draco smiled once before lifting Harry’s feet up onto his shoulders, leaving his entranceway clear. “Harry, so you know,” Draco started as he positioned himself and slowly entered the warmth that was Harry.

“So I… mmmm… know… uhh… yea… what?” Harry looked up at Draco, watching his body move so beautifully against his.

Draco grunted once in recognition of the question but didn’t answer. He proceeded to thrust in and out at a speed that would leave many a man – and woman for that matter – in shock. He gripped Harry’s penis, which was already dripping with pre-cum, with one hand and pumped it with such a soft touch that Harry started to whine louder and louder. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer; he just didn’t want to answer when Harry wasn’t paying attention. Or, if he actually listened to that neurotic voice in his head, he would tell Harry when he was sleeping.

Harry bit his bottom lip fiercely, half aware that he was drawing blood and would continue to do so unless he stopped. But in the back of his mind he kept wondering what it was that Draco wanted to obviously say when Harry wasn’t in his conscious mind. Such inner workings of Draco’s mind were not lost on Harry; whether he was being reamed into the mattress – or wall, or desk, or chair, or any other of the numerous objects and surfaces he had been reamed against – or just plain groggy. Harry knew that Draco was avoiding tell him something. But just as he was about to question Draco again he gasped.

Panting above him Draco held still, his penis piercing Harry’s prostate. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Sweat glistened down his back; sparkled on his front. His cheeks flushed to a beautiful rosy hue. His silky platinum hair was plastered to his forehead and neck and what wasn’t stuck to skin was hanging lankily around his slightly down-turned face. He stared at Harry, his eyes flickering between desire and fear. “Harry…”

Harry cried as his body sunk bad into the mattress, the piercing sensation still present. His green eyes darted to Draco’s face at the sound of his name. He saw the desire, the love, the passion, the fear, the devotion, the… ‘Fear?!’ Confusion ran rampant through his mind, ‘Why is he afraid? What is he afraid of?’ “Draco…?” Harry reached up slowly with one hand, trying to brush the hair from Draco’s face.

Draco saw the hand and briskly slapped it away. He closed his eyes and moved again, with deadly aim each stroke. He felt Harry’s eyes stare at him for a little longer before even he couldn’t keep himself from the pleasure he was feeling. No, he couldn’t say anything yet. Harry needed to be asleep. Harry needed to be…

Harry clenched his fists in his hair, pulling outwards as a guttural scream escaped his lips. Draco realized moment too late that he had clenched the fist feather-lightly teasing Harry’s penis. Shock registered and he immediately loosened the vice he had on the organ. Harry however was breathing raggedly, shuddering as Draco released his manhood. “Dear Merlin, Drake, what the fuck was that for?!” Harry pushed himself onto his elbows, albeit a bit painfully considering Draco had not ceased his plundering of Harry’s ass.

Draco gripped Harry’s thighs firmly and impaled himself fully and firmly into Harry. “Just shaddup and enjoy it. Remember? You’re the masochistic fucker here.” Draco grit his teeth, he knew he was being uncharacteristically harsh but he needed Harry to pass out from the sex.

“Draco! Harry cried out and fell back into the mattress. He would not let Draco exhaust him. He knew he would have to fake passing out in order for Draco to spill but at the rate he was going he may just very well pass out for real. He groaned over and over with each thrust Draco made. Blood was pooling in his groin, making him insanely sensitive to every little touch. The pressure was building; faerie lights were dancing behind his squeezed-shut eyelids; he felt so close to release it was driving him mad.

Draco watched Harry clench and unclench his fists in his hair again. He watched the sweat glisten across his heaving chest and his flushed face. He watched Harry with such determination that he nearly missed the fact that Harry was squeezing his ass tightly around Draco’s erection, as if he was trying to stave off his climax. “No Harry, it’s okay!” Draco grunted and pulled out of Harry’s ass with an audible pop. “Climax with me.” Draco hovered – unsteadily – over Harry and gripped both of their erections. And he pumped them both into blissful release.

Harry panted and shuddered and swore he was missing a few noticeable patches of hair as he slowly came down from his sex-induced ecstasy. Draco moaned and struggled to keep himself from collapsing onto top of Harry. “You are…” Harry whispered in a ragged breath, “…without a doubt…” he shakily pulled Draco down on top of him, mixing their essences with the sweat from both of their bodies. “…the most…” he reached up and pushed Draco’s hair out of the way, forcing Draco to look at him. “…selfish…” his eyes hardened. “…conceited…” his voice slowly became firmer. “…obnoxious…” he watched the emotions play across Draco’s face. “…loving wizard I know.” The cold-front left his features and he smiled softly at Draco. “And Merlin help me, I love you to the ends of the world.”

Draco’s eyes widened immensely as he stared at Harry. ‘He loves me; to the ends of the world?’ His bottom lip quivered and his silvery eyes flooded with salty tears. He dropped his gaze and held onto Harry for dear life. He shook with the sobs that racked his lithe body. And he felt Harry wrap his strong arms around him, holding him close.

“It’s alright, my love. Shush, it’s okay. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” Harry cooed and drew circles on Draco’s back. He smiled to himself and it clicked. ‘He was afraid that I didn’t love him… I think.’ Harry chuckled softly and mentally sent a cleansing spell over both of their bodies as well as the sweat-soaked sheets. “Come, let’s get some rest. I assure you that even in sleep I will never leave you.”

Draco sniffled and agreed, pushing himself off of Harry long enough for the blanket and sheets to be pulled over them. He resumed his position, curled tightly against Harry’s strong body, the feeling of protection and love embracing him along with Harry’s arms.

“You’re stuck with me, Dragon. Forever…” Harry murmured as he slipped unwillingly into a peaceful sleep.

Draco looked up at his lover and smiled. “I love you, too, Wonder-Boy.” Draco yawned and felt himself drift happily to the land of dreams.

The last thing he heard was “We need a new pet-name ‘cause ‘Wonder-Boy’ won’t cut it anymore, Dragon.” Harry snorted against the head of platinum hair and chuckled softly. “Definitely need a new pet-name.” Draco chuckled and snuggled closer against the love of his life. Dinner would prove to be quite an interesting affair.

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Author’s Note: Oh I do apologize for such a sappy ending but I didn’t know where else to go with it!! SORRIES! But hey, you did get lotsa sex like I promised didn’t ya? Please, please, PLEASE review!! I tried SO hard to make this good!! u_u; it is good right???