Chapter 1

Harry Potter woke up the morning after the first night of his honeymoon, to a dozen white roses and a trail of red ones, leading to what he believed was the kitchen. 'Draco Malfoy, you bloody brilliant wizard!' The Gryffindor laughed at his thought. 'I can't believe I'm married.' Harry said noticing his wedding band. 'Well I suppose I should get up then.' He told himself grabbing the emerald green bathrobe from the chair at the desk.

Harry followed the roses until he reached another dozen with a note tucked inside. 'I'll be speechless for a whole bloody year if I ever find out how Draco kept these flowers hidden!' Harry exclaimed, dumbfounded as he read the note. As usual it was in Draco's flawless script:

"My Darling Harry,

Today is a day of mischief. Please come join me for breakfast and morning tea. There are more surprises to follow. Don't underestimate my romantic abilities just yet. They may seem trivial and muggle today but do not fret love, I will follow through.

With all my love,

Draco"

'So typically Draco, but nevertheless, lovely. Perhaps morning tea won't be to bad.' Harry thought with a smirk on his face. The Gryffindor turned to the direction of the patio, though as an after thought, he plucked a single red rose from the bunch that was on the counter, and added it to the growing bundle in his arms.

"Harry? Is that you?" The Slytherin came into view a moment later wearing only a pair of khaki shorts.

"Yes, it's me, who else love?" Harry teased. Now he remembered that they were on a secluded island, and acknowledged so, by taking off his bathrobe to reveal his sleeping pants.

"You look even more bloody handsome than the day we got married. I didn't even think that possible until now." That was completely true, too. Harry looked gorgeous right here, - with his ebony hair in its natural whirlwind fashion, and his emerald green eyes sparkling like their kindred jewels in the morning sun- bloody beautiful in fact. Draco was stunned with it every day and now it was his forever- that wasn't hard to imagine at all- he always got what he wanted.

"You don't look like a half bad wizard yourself." Harry said leaning in to kiss Draco. The Gryffindor would never get tired of those gray eyes, that beautiful silky blond hair, and those lips. He could spend an entire bloody day kissing those lips and never tire from it. He loved the Slytherin, and Draco knew that.

"Now, now, now, we don't want to waste all of our energy here you know," Draco scolded at Harry after the kiss, " We don't have to stay here to be secluded. We have the entire island to ourselves, and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING is going to keep me from screwing you on every screwable spot on the entire island. Except that look." Harry was scowling at Draco teasingly but he knew it would get through to him. 'If looks could kill.' Harry laughed out loud at his own personal joke.

"I have no objection to that at all. But every spot? Draco don't you think that's a bit, I don't know, drastic?" he asked trying to refrain from laughing, as he wrapped his arms around the other man. "I'm only kidding love, only kidding. Now why don't we sit down, enjoy a nice hot breakfast with tea, and relax. It is OUR honeymoon after all." Harry added emphasis to the last few words.

"OH fine but just so you know darling, you've ruined all of my plans for the entire month. We are going to have nothing to do except boring old muggle things." Draco teased, putting on his best pouting face. It wasn't very difficult now that he had used it so many times on Harry.

"Sure, Draco, sure. I'm positive that you will find something for us to do later. After of course, we finish breakfast. I'm starving." Harry laughed and sat down on one of the large lounging chairs that had been placed on the patio, pulling Draco down onto his lap.

"You're always hungry, Harry." Draco told him gaining a laugh from himself and the other man.

"Well I have to be, I play Quidditch, and I'm, how'd you put it, a world class, hero minded git. It's my job to be hungry; I mean how can you not?" Harry laughed through a mouth of pancake.

"OK I'll just agree, let it go," Draco laughed to himself, "and enjoy a nice peaceful breakfast with my husband. I love you, Harry." he said turning around to kiss him, and got a mouth full of pancake in return.

"Well not that kind of breakfast I was hoping for, but it's better than nothing."

"Sorry love. Better luck next time?" Harry laughed with Draco, and leaned down to return the kiss. It was a fast kiss but held enough love to hold the entire world down.

"I love you, too Draco, I love you, too." Harry smiled then knowing this would be a month he would most defiantly make the most not to forget. Ahh, the beauty of love.

"Harry? Do you think you could teach me how to play Rugby? Its looks like so much fun and I am dying to try. Do you know how to play?" Harry heard Draco yell from the Telly room. 'Hmmm, that's a good idea. I haven't played in years, but its not so much different from Quidditch, easier if I do say so myself. I think we might have to try that this afternoon. Work off a little lunch.'

"I would love to. It is fun, not that much different from Quidditch. It's actually easier. Would you like to play a short match this afternoon?" The Gryffindor asked as he walked to the room. He leaned on the door as he waited for a reply, drying a dish from lunch in his hands.

"You do remember how slow a learner I am love, don't you? It took me ages to learn how to ride a bloody broom correctly. But oh well maybe I have a place in muggle sports." Draco laughed along with Harry.

"Oh it's easy love, all you have to do is run a ball to one end of a field and not get knocked down by any other players. Which in our case is just you and I. So what do you say?" Harry asked, hoping to Merlin that he would say yes. He wanted to play now.

"I would be most honored if The Chosen One would teach me Rugby." Draco said in a nostalgic tone while bowing to Harry teasingly.

"Jolly Good!" Harry laughed, until he look at Draco's confused face.

"Well if you tease me can't I tease you as well?" At this Draco understood, and laughed with Harry.

"Allow me good sir." He said holding out his arm to Harry.

"I would be most pleased, thank you." Harry said in his most formal voice behind his laughs.

"Bloody hell, Harry! This is not even remotely close to being bloody easier than Quidditch!" Draco was still trying to kick the ball to Harry.

"Love don't you think we could stop and go play a game of Quidditch before supper?" Harry asked placing his hand on the obviously infuriated Slytherin.

"NO! I am going to kick this bloody ball if it KILLS me!" 'Oh well," Harry thought, 'There's no use trying to convince him now. He's made up his mind. But if doesn't kick it, he's going to be out here all night trying to, and I can't stand to sleep without him. I never could sleep an entire night without him beside me. No, I'll worry about that later.'

"Draco, love please let me help you. You'll be able to kick it faster if you do." Harry saw the Slytherin's eyes light up at the thought.

"OK. But I'm not defeated." Draco said meaningfully.

"Of course not, Draco, of course not." 'Just whipped like the family pig. But in a good way.' Harry laughed at his thought.

After a few pointers, and half an hour, Draco finally kicked the ball. 'Good now we can go to the cottage and get some supper and maybe even have some fun before we go to bed tonight.' Harry blushed at the thought and produced the smirk he knew Draco couldn't resist.

"Can we go know. Maybe even eat supper on the beach?" Harry asked the other man before reaching for the ball. Draco regretfully handed it back to Harry, though he was sporting a small smile.

"I would love to. Would you like to cook or should I?" he asked offering his arm to the Gryffindor.

"It doesn't matter to me. Would you like to, together?" he knew the answer but decided it courtesy to ask anyway.

"I would love for you to assist me." By this time they were back at the cottage. "What would you like for supper?"

"Nothing fancy, something quick, I'm starving. I'm going to go change into something cooler. Would you like me to bring you back something fresh as well?" Making his way to their bedroom.

"Certainly, just a pair of shorts will be fine. Anything else will be too hot." Harry smiled at the omniscient suggestion that he was all Draco's and only he would ever see him, all of him.

Harry was pulled out his thoughts by the cottage phone ringing. 'I thought the Realtor said that there was no phone.' He shook off the thought. Looking at the caller ID he noticed that the caller was more than likely not looking for him.

"Draco. Your mother is calling. Should I answer it." 'Merlin, I sound like a bloody house wife.' Harry thought pointedly to himself, while pulling off his shorts and grabbing a fresh pair from the closet.

"No, just let it ring. She has no business here. In fact just unplug it. It's a muggle brand anyway." He added as an after thought. 'Merlin I can't believe my mother would call on my bloody honeymoon! Wait no actually I can believe that. She never was too fond of the idea of Harry and I together, but this is just absurd.' Draco thought to himself. Brushing off the thought, he continued to chop vegetables while he waited for Harry to get back.

He felt a hand brush along his bum, and glanced up just in time to see Harry remove two of everything thing from the cupboard. He then placed everything on a table and Levitated it, along with two chairs from the patio, to the beach next to the water.

"Bloody brilliant wizard you. Now where are my shorts." He addressed Harry as soon as he stepped into the cottage.

"Accio Draco's shorts." Harry said and with a flick of his wand, a pair of the Slytherin's Khakis came flying out of their room.

Draco started to change into them in the kitchen, but Harry stopped him.

"If you do that in here I'll never be able to stop my self. At least wait until I'm out side." He genuinely serious, while Draco couldn't help but chuckling.

"Whatever you say dearest." Draco said as Harry walked onto the beach.

After he was changed and the chicken was done he turned everything off and exchanged the pots and pans for plates and serving utensils.

"Harry be a good little wizard and come help me with this."

"OK. Levitate or carry?"

"It doesn't matter. But you better not let it fall." He heard Harry laugh behind him.

"Never!" Harry yelled from the small house, sounding teasingly appalled.

"I was kidding love, only kidding." Draco said after him. 'Only kidding.'

"That was the best supper I think you have ever made me. I don't think I will ever be able to live up to that standard. It was pretty high, Draco. You might have to do the cooking from now on." The Gryffindor was cleaning his plate for a second time.

"I would be honored. As long as you clean. I hate to clean."

"I suppose so." Harry sighed heavily.

"Oh suck it up Boy Who Never Cleaned Anything A Day in His Life. You'll live." They both laughed at that, and made their way back to the house. When they walked into the bedroom, Draco walked to the drawers to get Harry and his nightclothes but a hand on his back stopped him.

"We won't end up in them anyway, so why bother?" Draco knew what he was implying. And he loved it.

"Are you sure? I mean I know we've done this before but we weren't married… I mean… well… I want it to be special…" 'Draco's rambling. I gotta stop him before he talks me and himself out of it.' Harry grabbed Draco's lips and squeezed them shut.

"Listen to me. I know you want to do this and so do I. If you talk yourself out of it, I will never get you in bed with me. Have I made myself clear Draco?" The Slytherin just nodded his head. He knew Harry was right and he couldn't say anything else.

"Good. Now are you gonna fuck me or not?" Harry sang to Draco.

"Bloody hell I am!"

The rest of the night was spent making love. Beautiful love. Draco and Harry were both pleasured and could hardly stay awake to kiss each other good night and say I love you one last time.

"Goodnight Harry. I love you." Draco added as an after thought, through the kiss.

"Night Dragon. Love you, too." Harry kissed him back and pulled him closer to himself. After putting an arm around the Slytherin- as soon as his head hit the pillow- he fell asleep.

Draco woke up to the best sensation he had ever felt. Harry wasn't next to him, and he couldn't move anyway. He could sit up partially. He finally saw that the sensation was, Harry. Ahhh Harry.

"Since when do you give me Blow Jobs?" Draco asked after he came into Harry's mouth, and the Gryffindor was lying beside him again.

"Since I got bored watching you sleep and decided to wake you up." Harry told him as if it should be common knowledge.

"Oh, so from now on that's how you'll wake me up?" Draco asked smiling and wrapping his arms around Harry.

"If that's what it takes then I bloody well will."

"That's perfectly fine with me. Do you want breakfast?" Draco said crawling out of bed, and casting a cleansing charm on himself and Harry.

"Breakfast sounds wonderful."

"So, what are you in the mood for today? Rugby, football, Quidditch, Wind surfing, the possibilities are bloody endless." They had been on the island for three weeks now, with today being the middle of their last week. Harry was planning to make use of the last few days.

"I have no clue… Harry would you be opposed to me plotting a surprise?" Draco had wanted to take the enormous boat in the dock out to sea ever since the moment he had lain eyes on it. The-as Harry had stated- possibilities were bloody endless.

"As long as it doesn't involve that bloody library I am all for it." Harry was so priceless at times. His best friend was a bookworm, so you would imagine that he would love books. He was far from it.

"Of course not. I would never do such a thing to you." Draco could plan everything he wanted. They could leave tonight in fact. He had it all mapped out in his head. He would first have to blindfold Harry and not tell him what they were doing. Then once they were to the dock, and boat, they would board and he would take Harry to the starboard. That was where he would allow him sight, and he would kiss him, give him a dozen roses and then tell him what was planned further.

"Draco? Are you listening to me?" Harry was sure whatever Draco had planned was going to be romantic and he was probably going to love it.

"Yes of course I'm listening. Harry how would you like to come with me somewhere tonight? I have something planned but I want it to be a surprise." Draco asked him with the pleading eyes he knew harry couldn't resist.

"Of course I would love to." The Gryffindor threw the other man a smile that made him putty in his hands.

"Good meet me at the broom shed in an hour. Don't worry with anything other than our nightclothes and blankets. I'll do everything else. Now go before I have to run you off!" Draco kissed him as he laughed and thought to himself. 'This is just what he needed. The Quidditch trainers work him much to hard. We should do this more often.' Finishing his thought with a laugh, Draco began to gather the things for the trip.

He knew he would need a tent that much was for sure. He would also need to find a suitable spot on the shore for them to park and set up. Hopefully this would all turn out well.

"Draco! I'm ready you can come up now!" The Slytherin heard his name at the house and made his way back. He gathered up the things that he was sure that they would need, and banished them to the boat periodically. 'OK, I have our food, music, candles, clothes for tomorrow, both of our wands, what am I bloody forgetting? Oh yes, and wine.' Perfect. Draco then made his to the broom shed where he found Harry waiting patiently for him.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded. "Yes, but will you do something for me first?"

"Yes, what is it?" Draco pulled the blindfold from behind his back and looked at Harry sheepishly.

"Put this on." Harry looked at him confused. "I want this to be a surprise."

"OK. How's this?"

"Can you see me?"

"No. But Draco?"

"Yes love?"

"Don't let me run into a bloody wall or anything please. I don't want a black eye." Harry laughed at himself, and Draco joined him.

"I would never ever let you run into anything. I promise. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"We have a BOAT! A BLOODY BOAT! How in the bloody hell did you wing that one Draco?" Harry was laughing so hard he could hardly manage to ask the question.

"It came with the island." He was laughing now as well. It was a bit absurd. Oh well at least Harry liked it.

"Oh." They continued laughing until they had everything unloaded on the boat and were sitting at the table on board, talking.

"So do you like it? It was a spur of the moment thing but I think it was pretty good considering."

"I love it Draco I couldn't have done any better myself." They kissed and began making their way to the cabins below the deck.

*Begin Lemon*

They found the door to their cabin and pushed it open. Draco cast a charm, and soon both he and Harry were naked. Draco pushed Harry onto the bed shoving away the sheets and comforter.

"How many times have we done this, this week?" Harry gasped while Draco nibbled at his ear.

"I don't know a lot. At least once everyday." Harry laughed through a moan.

"Well lets make it twice, why don't we." Draco nodded eagerly and started preparing Harry.

"I love you." Draco said through their kiss.

"I love you more." Harry told him deepening the kiss with his tongue.

"I love you most." The Slytherin told the other man allowing him entrance. Draco-now on top of Harry- inserted a third finger, receiving a whimper from the Gryffindor.

"Enough. You can screw me now, Draco." The Gryffindor sighed.

"Gladly." Draco removed his fingers from the man, and replaced them with his shaft, reviving a breathy groan from Harry. He started with a slow pace and sped up when the other man began moaning the Slytherin's name.

"Dra-Draco. Fas-faster." Harry was close to coming now and he could tell Draco was as well. The Slytherin was losing his breath now, and so was Harry.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna, can't bloody wait. Gonna." Draco managed to get out in-between moans and breaths.

"Go ahead. I'm not very far behind." Harry whispered in parseltounge, as he felt Draco hit his prostate, and he came onto his chest. Draco came a split second later, and they were both seeing stars for a few moments.

*End Lemon*

"Bloody hell, Potter. I think that was a record. What was that like 10 bloody minutes? It's a new personal best." Draco was laughing as Harry traced circles on his back.

"Maybe, who knows?"

"Ha. We need to get back up and get to the beach. What you didn't think we were staying the night on this bloody boat did you?"

"Well, no but I didn't think you would go so far as to actually bring that." Harry said pointing to the tent set up on the beach.

"Well you better believe it, because it's happening." Draco said, grabbing the wine and music from the shelf on his way off.

"Whatever you say, Draco, whatever you say." Harry was shaking his head as he disembarked from the ship. 'This should be interesting.' He thought to himself. 'Very satisfying, but very interesting.'