Author's Notes: I removed the sexy bits from this chapter too.

"Tell me about the night you came," Potter requested, voice relaxed in that post-coital way, cuddling me from behind. It was two days later and we'd finally gotten around to round three.

He'd spent a good hour playing with my cock, learning how I liked to be touched. I'd even let him look at it for half a minute with his glasses on, before enforcing my no glasses in bed rule. Only when he'd made me cum and then stroked me back to life, had he fucked me for the third time. He'd made sure to start by checking the status of my cock, asking his inane questions, like, "Is this fully hard?" and, "Are you ready?" He needed his reassurances to get going.

"I already told you, or have you forgotten again?" I asked, enjoying the feel of my well-fucked arse pressed into his groin and his strong arms wrapped around me as we spooned. Even his warm breath was pleasant against the back of my neck.

"I remember you told me, but tell me again. Tell it like a story."

"A story?"

"Yeah, a story. Like what did you say to wake me? Did you do anything, like slap me or shake my shoulder?" he pressed.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I don't remember how the most brilliant night of my life began. Paint me a picture, share it with me."

"Okay," I agreed. "To set the scene, I was wearing a set of dress robes that hugged my body in all the right places, with no shirt underneath. It gave an unobstructed view of my glorious pecs and showed the beginnings of my very enticing happy trail. In the back it was cut just perfectly to showcase my arse. And of course my hair was perfect, as usual." As I spoke, I called attention to each body part.

Potter was with me at first, but for some reason I lost him on the hair. I could tell because he let out a derisive short. "Stick to the facts," he requested.

"Those are the facts. I'm building up to why you were so eager to talk me into your bed."

"I talked you into my bed, now, did I?" he asked sarcastically.

I waved a hand dismissively. "Well you didn't talk me out of it."

"Alright, point taken."

"Back to my little story. To sum it up, I was gorgeous. Still am." He gave me a skeptical look and instead of forcing him to admit how attracted he was to me, I decided to move on. "So I said something like, 'Potter! Wake up Potter! Wake up!' and you said something testifying to your intellect, like, 'Huh?'" I waited to see how he'd take the insult, craning my neck to look at him.

He smiled and said, "Continue, please. This is getting good."

I straightened my neck. "You weren't waking up, so I climbed into your bed, with my clothes on, mind you. I straddled you to get in your face and shook your shoulder and told you to wake up a few more times. You groaned a bit. Then," I paused, craning my neck again to observe the expectant look on his face. He'd snuck his glasses on while I wasn't looking, so I carefully pulled them off and placed them back on the bedside table. "Then your eyes opened and you asked, 'Malfoy? What are you doing here?' Only, it was all garbled when you asked it. If it weren't for my proficiency in troll, I would've never understood you."

He smiled again. "And what was your answer?"

I turned over in his arms, so that I wouldn't have to keep hurting my neck. I threw my leg over his hip and snuggled into him to get comfortable. Then I answered, "'I came for sex. Is it alright if I fuck myself on your cock?'"

"You didn't really say that!" He was reaching for his glasses, again.

I reached a hand out, placing it on top of his, to stop him. "We're in bed. You know the rule: I like to look in your eyes when we're in bed."

"Yes, but I'd like to see you. That is sort of difficult without my glasses," he protested. Apparently his eagerness to comply with my rule was limited to when we were engaged in sexual activity.

"Fine, but you make one sexual advance and they go off," I warned.

He nodded and slipped the frames that didn't suit him on. "Alright, just back to our story. Did you really say that?" he asked again.

"I did, or something to that effect."

"Just like that? No, can I spend the night?" he pressed.

"Can I spend the night on your cock, maybe. No, I remember using the words fuck and sex. I was very clear about my intentions," I insisted seriously.

"Alright. And what did I say?"

"What do you think you said?" I asked.

"Let's see, something like, 'What in the world? Merlin, what are you doing here? Malfoy, why are in my bed? Did you just ask what I think you did? This must be a dream, because there is no way the Draco Malfoy I know is in my bed, asking me for sex.'"

I studied his face and asked, "Is that how you normally respond when someone asks you for a lay?"

"Normally people don't turn up in my bed. Normally they're drunk in the pub and I tell them to piss off."

"Uh-huh." My tone was sarcastic.

"It's true! You're the first bloke I've ever been with and I've only been with three women."

"Two of them being those two birds who were in the papers after your break-up with Weasley?"

He blushed. "They were mistakes."

"Obviously. They weren't me."

He didn't say anything, but his face spoke volumes, practically admitting that I was on to something.

"You've fantasized about me before, haven't you? That's why you weren't surprised when I was in your bed, isn't it?"

"No," he protested weakly.

"It is! That's why the moment I asked for sex, you pulled your pants down and presented me with your cock!"

"That's not what happened, is it?" He looked mortified.

"Practically."

"Just tell me what really happened? Please?"

"Okay, fine. I woke you up, asked for sex, and help me out here, what have you answered every other time I've woken you up for sex?" I prodded, wanting him to acknowledge that even if he couldn't remember it, it was still the type of thing he said.

"Yeah, alright?"

"Exactly. You said, 'Yeah, alright,' and I said, 'Take off your clothes.' Then I got up to take my clothes off and when I was lubed up and ready to go, you were lying on your bed naked, hard cock waiting for me. Your eyes were closed again, but how was I to know you'd gone back to sleep? It'd only been half a minute!"

"When did you realize I was asleep again?" he asked.

"Afterwards, when you told me you didn't remember anything before waking up with me on top of you."

"You didn't realize I was out of it before that? I remember trying to ask you how you got on my cock and you shushed me."

"You did not ask me that! You asked and I quote, 'What's going on?' That's what you asked, not, 'Why are we having sex?' Not, 'Please stop, my savior cock is too good for your sweet pureblood arse.' Not, 'No, don't, you're raping me, I don't like sex, especially not with hot fit blokes that are just my type and who I've been crushing on for years.' 'What's going on?' That was it," I stressed defensively.

"Alright, but what did you think I was asking? If you didn't know I'd been asleep, that is?"

My tone started off defensive, again. "I thought you were a virgin when it came to anal sex. I thought you were confused, because I was a bloke and you were inside my arse." I drawled the next sentence, "There was a point when you seemed to be looking for my vagina and confused over the existence of my ballocks…"

He blushed and ducked his head into my chest, horrid glasses pressing into my skin. "That didn't happen until later."

"Yes, well from the beginning, you seemed confused by the whole process of sex, like you'd never had anyone touch your cock before. Excuse me for not feeling like having the talk with you in the middle of riding you. For the record, Potter, this thing between your legs is your cock. It feels good when I touch it. When it grows nice and big, I shove it up my arse, in a process I call, 'Sex.' It's not something you should do with other people, only me, or they'll think you're a pervert."

He threw a pillow at me. I grabbed him down there. He grabbed my arse cheeks.

"Tomorrow," I said, taking his glasses off and offering only a pointed look as explanation. He knew the rules and he'd just broken them, even if I had started it.

"Tomorrow," he agreed and kissed me, hard.

We kissed for a minute. When we broke apart, I asked, "And just what did you think was happening, since you claim not to remember? You seemed awfully eager for someone who was being taken advantage of? Defiled, or deflowered even?" I asked with a smirk.

"I thought it was a dream. A dream come true."

He sounded like he was taking the piss, so I grabbed that pillow and threw it back at him.

"No, I'm serious, Draco. I've dreamt about being with you before. I thought it was like that, only it was better."

"Uh-huh."

"It's true!"

"And you didn't try to stop me, because why?" I prodded.

"Because I didn't want it to stop! I never, ever want it to stop. It was the best thing that's ever happened to me," he declared and kissed me again. That was a good answer. I didn't think his savior brain was capable of coming up with such a good answer, but there you have it: it did. That was good news for any potential offspring we might have: Potter brains were usable, they just needed to be educated properly.

I began to move against him as we kissed, rutting.

He broke his lips away, gasping for air. "I thought you said not until tomorrow?"

While he was busy talking, I aimed a bit of wandless lube at my bits. Not too much mind, or else he wouldn't believe it was precum, but just enough.

"Sex tomorrow, but we can still do this right now." I pulled his hips to mine, and rolled my hips into him.

*censored.

Author's Note: Anyone think Harry is clever enough to deliberately wait until after sex when Draco's tongue is loosen to try to get more details?

By the way, this is the only lovey-dovey chapter before the problems start.

Also, you all have given me very wonderful and useful feedback, which I would like to take this moment to thank you all for! There are a lot of subtleties in this story and to keep that going and flesh out the next chapter, it really helps to know how it all was received. You readers are great and to encourage you all to continue to be great, I propose the following challenge: I have a few paragraphs for the chapter after next, for a half chapter, like chapter 2. The main theme will be Draco living in the house for about a month and how he brushes off/offends Harry's friends who stop by. I specifically have some snide exchanged between Draco and Ron. So leave me some inspiration on the subject, and it if I get inspired, the mini-chapter will grow into a full-fledged chapter.