"Harry?" Draco asked pensively as he climbed into bed with him. He settled himself into the comforter before propping up his head to face him. "What do you think about children?"

Harry lowered his book to look down at him and smiled, head nodding slightly to the left. "What, you want to hear the pitter-patter of a little Draco running around? Or a little Draca?"

Draco smiled back as Harry turned to the nightstand to put away the book and slide down level with him. "You don't like the idea of me cradling a little Harry in my arms? Or a Harriet?" he inquired curiously.

Harry sighed as he laid his head on a pillow and allowed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He loved lying in a bed with Draco, even if it was just to be there and do nothing; it was just to be near him with no restrictions.

"Well, yeah I do," he admitted softly as a couple of pale fingers combed through his dark hair. "But, I don't want to go through all the trouble of adoption agencies and house inspections. That's too much worry."

Draco quietly thought it over as Harry scooted into his arms, holding him close and messing with his hair until they fell asleep.

Harry was used to Draco asking him questions like that; at night was when he settled into a rather philosophical mood before going to sleep. Maybe that night something in the air had prodded him to ask, some subconscious knowing that drifted over from the pheromones leaping from the man's deliciously pale skin.

Over the next few days, Draco couldn't ignore that Harry had been acting a little strange. It was like he was a teenager all over again, hormones raging all over the place. He'd been unusually vigorous toward him no matter what the circumstance and he had to fight to keep up.

Just the other day, Draco had been late for work because Harry had dragged him back into the house from their front porch step. The devilish smirk darkening his eyes still sent shivers coursing through him.

But the most outrageous time was when he actually called him home from work.

Draco was in the middle of a demonstration at the Ministry (Department of Experimental Charms, idk why) when his mobile went off. He actually had been sporting it way before Harry's period of apparent heat but now he actually used it.

He quickly excused himself from the room as he tried to remember Harry's instructions on how to answer the blasted thing. The only detail he liked about the device was that it spontaneously vibrated from within his pocket.

"Hello?" he answered from the other side of the department door.

"Draco?"

The man swallowed against a lump in his throat as his blood gave a dizzying surge: the want in Harry's voice had a way of getting to him, but now wasn't the time or place for feeling like that. "Yes, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip embarrassedly as he took a seat on the couch at home. He couldn't bring himself to wait until Draco could come home; the desire was too overwhelming.

"I need you again," Harry whispered softly, pushing up his glasses to run a hand down his face. The spontaneously high libido was draining him of time and energy too, but he didn't know what to do about it besides Draco.

Draco looked around, nervous someone would overhear as he pressed himself closer against the wall in a feeble attempt at more privacy. "Just. Use the toilet until I get off work," he whispered back, very much aware of the blush fighting to pool in his face at the suggestion.

Harry gave a frustrated sigh from the other end. "But I need you Draco," he insisted. "Badly..."

They'd had to figure that out the hard way that they couldn't just ignore it. If there wasn't such a thing as inverse rape a month ago, Harry had been the first to figure it out.

Draco pulled at his tie to loosen it. He couldn't work properly if he was all roused in any case; why not go home?

"Should I report sick?" he inquired in an even lower and breathier voice than before as he ran a hand through his silvery blond hair.

"Report dead if you need to. Just. Come home," Harry responded hanging up the phone before objections could be made.

Draco couldn't deny he liked the authority with which he'd dismissed him.

When the door opened, Harry pounced on him before Draco had barely taken two steps through the door, leaning up and kissing him firmly as he blindly slammed the door shut. His dress hat went fluttering to the floor.

"No time for clothes," he mumbled against his lips. He didn't have the patience for Draco to remove his shoes so he just hauled him off to their room as is.

"Aggressive, are we?" Draco commented after being pushed onto the bed and straddled feverishly. He emitted a wavering moan when Harry's mouth made contact with his neck, his lithe body pressed warmly against his.

"Yes, aggressive," he agreed as he moved to sit on Draco's abdomen to rid him of his jacket and shirt. He left the tie since it wasn't really in the way. He might even use it.

Draco sat up for another rough kiss, loving the perks of being a wizard as Harry cast his spells to speed things up. Slick fingers slid over him making him warm and wet as his heart stuttered to redirect the flow of blood thundering through his veins.

Harry held his breath while he pressed down onto him, letting it out as a long hiss of air before he came to a complete stop in his lap. "Fuck," he gasped, feeling the relief wash over him in waves as he body set on growing accustomed to the burning stretch. His head spun fiercely but he took it as nothing more than a blood rush from the sensation.

"You okay?" Draco asked hazily. He palmed massaging circles on his lover's thighs as the man blinked down at him.

"'M fine."

He sounded alright, but that wasn't conviction enough for Draco to ignore just how scorching Harry's skin was. It was like he'd been in the sun for hours. His eyes widened in shock. "Harry, you're-" he began, a bit alarmed.

The former Gryffindor shook his head, silencing his flaxen-haired partner with the deepest kiss he could muster. "I'm okay," he insisted offhandedly, gasping again as he commenced the gentle movement of his hips. He was aware of hands sliding to circle his waist, Draco's long fingers cold as ice upon the dark bruise-ish marks he'd left previously.

Draco struggled to keep his eyes open at the lovingly familiar tightness. Sighing through Harry's parted lips he gathered his last bit of sense, flipping the green-eyed man until he lay beneath him, his jet-black hair fanning out like ink-soaked thread on the pillow.

"Okay," he whispered, making Harry cry out as he thrust up into him. His tongue did the same to his sweet mouth as he took on a new dilemma: how to make Harry scream that day.

Yeah, NOT ANY GOOD AT THE SEXY STUFF, I KNOW!!!! But it was relevant to the story, so deal with it. Anyhow, the next part is gonna be a continuance of the flashback the way I see it now. Leave reviews with possible ideas or how you think the storyline's going so far. It would really help. If you think it's crap and I should stop, I'd like to know.