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"You two were quiet today," Hermione commented over her dinner plate of rice and meatballs. Draco turned red.

I choked but managed to get out, "So were you."

"I was studying."

"And Weasley?"

"You know, I'm right here. You could just ask me."

"Fine. And what did you do today?"

"I played with the Muggle things."

"I showed him how to use a CD player."

"What's a CD player?"

"It's plays music," I explained.

"When does the dishwashy do something?" Ron asked suddenly.

"When we run it," Hermione responded.

"It runs?" Ron gaped.

"I mean we turn it on."

"Do Muggles always mean that when they say 'run'?"

"Only when we talk about electric things," I assured him. "We can still run around the way you use the word."

"What's electric?"

"Muggle magic, Weasley."

"Muggles don't have magic, Malfoy."

"They don't have wands either," Draco retorted.

"Did Ron help you with dinner, Hermione?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"No, but he's going to clean up."

"Hey. I thought that's why we have a dishwashy."

"You have to wash the pans and then when the dishwasher is done, you can put the dishes away."

"Why can't Malfoy do it?"

"When Harry cooks, he will."

"That's not fair at all."

"Ron Weasley, you know nothing about living like Muggles. When Harry and I give you chores, you do them. Understand?"

"Malfoy, too?"

"Draco, too."

"Anything to help, Hermione," Draco said smirking at Ron.

"Fine."

The rest of the dinner conversation was dominated by Ron asking what kinds of chores Muggles had to do and then making faces at the one he thought were 'disgusting.' That included most of them. After all the dinner dishes were rinsed and loaded, I started the dishwasher. Both Draco and Ron jumped at the noise. They glared at each other.

We watched TV until late. Hermione picked the show this time. I had never heard of it, but it was a girly show. Sadly, I was more comfortable watching whatever crap she picked than picking something I liked myself. TV time was over when Ron made an ill-advised, and probably involuntary, comment about one of the actresses. Hermione looked at Draco and me, daring us to agree with Ron. Personally, we weren't all that interested in that woman's breasts. Hermione flushed when that seemed to occur to her. She sent Ron straight up the stairs and then excused herself. Draco and I went into the bedroom.

We curled together naked under the warm blankets. Draco spooned against me, one arm carelessly thrown around my middle. He softly kissed my neck while I drifted off to sleep.

The next few days were uneventful. The morning of our sixth day in the house, Mr. Weasley paid us a visit. Hermione gave him a grocery list and insisted that he send someone from the Order who knew something about Muggles to the store. Mr. Weasley didn't leave us with any news, not even a copy of the Daily Prophet. He brought the groceries back two nights later while we were all sleeping.

When we discovered the groceries at breakfast, Hermione and I spent awhile trying to figure out how long the milk and eggs and meat had been out of the fridge. We determined all the food was still edible. We had cereal again for breakfast, now that we had more milk. Hermione finished first. She went into the living room where she had left several books. She was back in only a few seconds.

"Who did it?" she demanded.

"Did what?" I asked.

"That mess in the living room. Who. Did. It."

The sheepish look on Ron's face pegged him as the culprit. Hermione took him by the ear and led him into the living room. Draco and I could hear her demand an explanation. We couldn't hear Ron's muttered answer. The next thing we knew, Hermione was explaining the vacuum to Ron. Draco and I put away the breakfast evidence and avoided Hurricane Hermione.

We had spent the last few days being social. Draco studied Hermione's Muggle books; I taught Ron to play Monopoly. It seemed to me that Draco and I should get some alone time, especially while our two housemates were occupied with what I guessed to be a lengthy process. We retired to our bedroom again, even though the bed had only been made for about half an hour.

When Draco faced the door to lock it he said, "I want to play with the toy box again."

"You don't have to be embarrassed about that," I said, stripping off my shirt.

"Who said I'm embarrassed?" Draco asked as he pressed the button.

"You always say it when you're not facing me."

"Fine, I'm embarrassed," he said, turning around to face me, red faced.

"Why?"

"I'm worried that I'll want to try something that you think is weird."

"You have no idea how embarrassed I was those few seconds before 69. If you could've seen my face or said something, I don't think I would have had the guts to do it. What is it you want to try?"

"I want to try the…um…the…" His face got redder as he stuttered. I moved over to him.

"You can tell me anything," I whispered in his ear, giving the lobe a quick nip.

"I want you to use one of the dildos on me so that you can fuck me and suck me at the same time," he said in a barely audible whisper.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Oh, gods, I'm so hard."

"Which dildo?"

"The smallest one. They kind of scare me a little."

"I seem to recall you being quite friendly with one in the Room of Requirement."

"That was different."

"How?" I asked, going to the box to retrieve the smallest dildo.

"It just was."

The conversation stopped there. Not one more word was spoken until after we had stripped down and Draco had been thoroughly slicked. Then the pseudo-silence of gasps and moans was broken. The toy was poised for entrance when Draco spoke up.

"Harry, please."

"Please hurry or please stop?" I asked from my position kneeling between his legs.

"Please be careful."

"Always."

I slid the toy in slowly. I watched every movement of his hips and every tremor in his legs. I watched the muscles tense in his neck. It was beautiful, watching him without the distraction of feeling him clench around me. I experimented, watching his face. It was so much easier to go with instinct when coupled together. I thrust the toy shallowly; I twisted it; I changed the angle. The difference between good, better, and best was clear. On one particularly good movement, he tangled his fingers in my hair and led me to his cock.

I swirled my tongue around the head, trying to somehow work my mouth in tandem with my hand. I found Draco's prostate and didn't relent. I sloppily licked at his cock and did my best not to choke as I kept up with the movement of his hips. The constant tugging at my hair and the changes in the pitch of his moans was making me harder by the second. I tried to focus on him; I really did. But the ache between my legs was impossible to ignore. I had, absolutely had, to slide my free hand down my body to fist my own erection.

The head was slick with pre-come. I groaned around Draco's cock. "Oh, fuck yes" burst out of him with the vibrations. The head of my cock was more sensitive than I had thought. I could feel the tremors in Draco's legs signaling that he was close. I tried to hold out for him. He was bucking wildly against the dildo. I swallowed convulsively as his cock bounced against the back of my throat. I was congratulating myself on my new-found skills when one more brush of my fingers against the head of my cock sent me over the edge.

"Harry, did you just…" Draco started to ask. I nodded as best I could. "Good. I was waiting for you."

With that said, he came in my mouth. I had finally gotten to the point when gagging was a thing of the past. I kissed my way back up his body.

I didn't really know what to do with the toy, so I put it gently on the bedside table. He looked at it and blushed. It was hard to tell with his face already flushed, but he definitely changed color.

We snuggled for a short while before reluctantly separating to clean up our messes.

TBC.