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HPOV

Draco just smirked at me and kissed me again before pulling me to the settee where we landed in a tangled heap. Straightening ourselves out, we lay cuddled together with the plaid from the back of the settee over us. My head was on Draco's chest, his arm around me. It didn't even matter to me that we were starkers. I was content with our closeness.

"I think we both needed that," I chuckled against his chest, and I felt his nod on the top of my head.

"I agree," he answered quietly. We sat in blissful silence for a few moments, and my eyes drifted to the tattoo on his arm. The Dark Mark. Reaching out, I made to touch it and he pulled his arm away from me, hiding it under the plaid. Sitting up, I faced him.

"What is it, Draco?"

"I...just don't...want you to see it," he said, looking down at his lap.

Placing a finger under his chin, I lifted his face to mine. "Draco, listen to me. I don't give a fuck about that Mark. I know the real you, and I know it's not who you really are. You have to wear it to maintain your cover, and I understand that. It doesn't define you." Moving my finger, I tapped his chest, over his heart. "This defines you, Draco, not some stupid ink, just like this doesn't define me," I said, and lifted my hair, tapping the scar on my forehead. "They're just marks on our skin, that's all."

Slowly, I reached for Draco's left arm. He let me take his wrist in my hand, and I held his arm gently, exposing the Mark. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his arm, right in the middle of the tattoo. Draco's breath hitched in his throat and I kissed his arm once again before raising up and looking into his dark eyes.

"You are beautiful everywhere, Draco," I hissed quietly in Parseltongue, and his eyes widened.

"What?" he whispered.

Smiling, I repeated, this time in English, "I said you are beautiful everywhere, Draco."

"Harry...," his breath hitched and he looked at me with eyes in the softest shade of grey.

His lips were on mine then, and there was no more talking for a few minutes. He was kissing me so ardently, so passionately, I could feel his emotions in the way he moved his tongue against mine. When we parted, he rested his forehead against mine and smiled.

"Thank you, and, so you know, even with that scar, you are my gorgeous prat."

Laughing lightly, I pressed my smiling lips to his once more then snuggled back into his side. "You're such a twit, Draco. Beautiful, but a twit."

Draco's soft laughter rumbled in his chest, against me, and I closed my eyes, breathing him in. He was so different and it made me very happy that we were together.

My thoughts drifted to the way he had held on to me when I first entered the room. Something had obviously been wrong. "Draco?" I asked softly, tracing light circles on his pale stomach with my fingertip.

"Hm?"

"When I first came in, the way you held me, you were upset. What was wrong?"

Draco heaved a sigh underneath me, and I waited for him to gather his thoughts.

"Pansy and Blaise are suspicious of my behaviour, and I can't tell them. Everything has to remain secret, and now, I find that I don't want it to. I want my friends to know you're mine."

He sounded so sad, and it broke my heart.

DPOV

I marvelled in how my perception of Harry had shifted over just a few days. Before, I found him to be annoying, arrogant, and attention-seeking, but now? Now I thought he was endearing, intelligent, modest and kind. Not to mention sexy as hell. Now, he was once again being my rock, my pillar of support as I was missing my friends. I wanted to tell them about everything so badly. I wanted to scream out from the astronomy tower that Harry was mine. But I couldn't. I heaved a big sigh, letting all of my frustration out with a shuddering exhale.

"Enough about that. It can't be fixed. I'll have to live with it for now, and I don't want to waste time with you being sad." Kissing his temple, I got up from my comfortable position to get him the gift I'd made earlier.

"Where are you going? I was so cozy with my pillow there, come back!" he exclaimed in an indignant whine.

Chuckling, I walked stark naked over to my robes where I'd placed the small scrolls in the inner pocket. "Patience, you prat! I have something for you..."

His eyes lit up like it was Christmas and he looked like he was going to start jumping up and down in his seat. He behaved as such an adorable little kid at times. "You got me something? What is it?"

"You'll see," I said, rummaging through the robes that had been thrown haphazardly in the corner. Finally, I found the scrolls and turned around, only to see Harry blushing to the roots of his hair and quickly diverting his eyes. Busted! He was definitely ogling my arse as I bent over. Smirking at the thought of my effect on him, I sashayed back to the settee and plunked down unceremoniously.

"Enjoying the show?" I said, and stretched languidly beside him, once again drawing his head down to rest on my shoulder.

He blushed even deeper, but nodded and met my eyes with a small smile playing around his lips.

"Here you go, you impatient prat. I made this for us, so we don't have to use owls all the time anymore," I said and handed him one of the small parchment scrolls. He looked at it quizzically, turning it over in his hand and finally unrolling it.

"Thanks, you twit. But what is it? It looks like every other piece of parchment, but I doubt that's all there is to it." He was still investigating the scrap, checking it on both sides.

I broke out laughing at his term of endearment. It was just so us. No sappiness here, no; our endearments were the perfect fit to our public persona. Hurling insults and fighting relentlessly had become our own personal form of foreplay.

"It's a two-way parchment. I cast some spells, effectively pairing these two pieces together, so one always shows exactly what the other does. That way we can send each other messages without using owls," I explained, lightly scratching my blunt nails through the hair at his nape.

Humming in pleasure, he asked, " How will we know when the other one has written anything? It's not practical if we have to compulsively check it all the time...," he leaned his head back into my hand, silently asking for more of my touch.

"It cools when it changes. That way you can carry it in your pocket and feel when a message is coming through. Rather ingenious, if I say so myself," I said, smiling a bit smug.

"It really is, Draco, thank you," Harry leaned in and kissed me square on the lips, gripping my lower one between his and biting down slightly. In response, I attacked his mouth hungrily and tightened my grip in his hair. Moaning, we twirled our tongues, sliding them against each other wetly and with unhurried passion. I couldn't get enough of his taste.

Our erotic kissing went straight to my prick, which once again began to fill and lengthen. Rubbing it against Harry's thigh, I made small whimpering sounds in the back of my throat. That apparently turned him on fiercely, since he grabbed my hair tightly in his long fingers and yanked hard while biting down on my lip. His mouth travelled down my jaw and neck, leaving small bites and licks in its trail. When he reached the junction of my neck and shoulder, he bit down hard and sucked, causing me to cry out.

"Harry.. Oh fuck.. Oh yes!" My head was thrown back and I was breathing like a damned race horse, my cock aching for his touch and weeping on his skin. Sticky precome was getting smeared on his hip as I rotated my own in search of friction; preferably by contact with his erection. Clutching his shoulders desperately, my nails left little half moons behind on his silky skin.

Licking his way across my clavicles, he bit and sucked every bit of skin he could reach, moving his path downwards. Once he reached my scars, he sucked in a breath and his kisses changed from hungry, needy ones to tender, loving ones, as he pressed his lips reverently along each of them. I took his head between my palms and tilted his face up, looking imploringly into his regretful stare.

"Stop the guilt trip, you prat. I told you; I'm not mad at you. I don't even mind them! I understand why you did it, alright? Let it go, Harry. Just let it go." Lowering my face to his, I kissed him as sweetly and lovingly as I was capable of, trying to convey what I couldn't yet say out loud.

After the tender kiss, he resumed his treatment of my skin, kissing, licking, biting his way down my torso, and pressing me to lay on my back. Straddling my hips, he finally ground his prick against mine, ripping a loud gasp and subsequent groan from my lips.

My head was thrashing on the seat, my feet dangling over the edge of the smallish piece of furniture - certainly not one built for a six foot one, lanky fellow as myself. My left nipple was suddenly enveloped in hot wetness and a sharp sting of teeth around it shot through me, as if a live wire was connected to my jumping cock.

"Mmmmm.. Draco... You look so edible spread out under me like this. I wonder, would you satisfy my hunger?" He asked, looking absolutely mischievous above me. His hands held my wrists tightly at my sides, preventing me from doing anything. "I would love to taste, see if you could. But I'm so very, very hungry. You might want to brace yourself..."

The hissing sounds he'd made before once again started to come out his mouth, making my spine tingle, "What are you saying? Please?"

"I want you in my mouth, Draco, let me taste you?" Harry translated.

"Oh Merlin, Harry! Please..," I begged, incoherent with lust, and indescribable want cursing through me at his naughty words. I was flying high on the abandonment of my tightly held control; reeling in the feeling of submitting my body and will to a worthy partner for the first time ever.

HPOV

I dipped my tongue into Draco's navel briefly, then trailed my lips downward along the soft trail of pale hair leading down to his neatly trimmed curls. Moving my hands from his wrists, I ran my fingers through the fine hairs and took a moment to breathe him in. He smelled incredible.

"Draco..." I hissed out, excited at the needy moan that escaped him. It gave me an elated feeling being the one in charge, "you are perfect."

Being so close to Draco's prick had me extremely turned on, Even though I had never done this before, I wasn't really concerned whether I would be good at it or not, I just wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.

Carefully, I took Draco's dick in my hand, round the base, and studied the head, flushed a delicious shade of pink. Looking up at Draco through my hair, I slowly licked across the tip, gathering the fluid that had gathered there. It didn't taste bad, just different, and if tasting it caused Draco to make the growling noise he just made, I would taste it often.

"Delicious," I hissed at him with a small smile, and he graced me with a groan that came straight from his gut.

Getting back to the task at hand, I placed my lips at the edge of his foreskin and pushed it down as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. Sucking lightly gave me more of his unique taste, and I moaned softly. Draco pushed his hands into my hair, arching his back off of the settee, and gasped loudly.

Satisfied that he liked what I was doing, I lowered my head to take more of his prick in my mouth. I couldn't take it all, so I moved my hand in time with my mouth. Draco's hands fisting my hair combined with the noises he was making heightened my desire and I sucked him harder, making sure to tease the underside of the head with my tongue.

Draco was panting hard and moaning above me, incoherently mumbling nonsense laced with my name in broken syllables. His hips bucked up of their own accord and I held them down with my arm.

"Harry..." Draco gasped loudly, "...move..."

He had to be fucking joking! I wasn't going anywhere! I wanted his come.

Redoubling my efforts had Draco crying out softly, thrashing his head on the settee, and suddenly he arched his back, gripping my hair painfully as he wailed out, "Coming," just as his release overtook him. Warm come flooded the inside of my mouth, and I swallowed as quickly as I could, so I wouldn't miss a drop. When Draco was spent, I let go of his prick, kissing the sensitive head gently. Crawling up his body, I rested myself between his thighs and leaned down to claim his lips. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, moaning as he tasted himself on my tongue.

After a moment, I pulled away and smiled lovingly into his blissful face.

DPOV

I was totally spent. And blissfully happy. Looking back at Harry's smiling face, my stomach was filled with butterflies. A disconcerting feeling after I'd spent the majority of the day convincing myself that this was purely physical and had absolutely nothing to do with love. But I guess there was no running away from it anymore. That didn't mean I was ready to tell him yet though. Letting myself be that vulnerable was a big step and I had to be certain of how Harry was feeling before I said anything.

Leaning my forehead against his, I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh. "Thank you for that. That was amazing, Harry. In your own words, where the hell did you learn that?"

Harry snorted and giggled in a giddy way, "I had a great teacher. Maybe you know him? This tall, arrogant, blond twit?" I broke out laughing at his silly compliment, "Oh yes, that does ring a bell. Better write him a thank you note."

Tightening my grip on his shoulders, I brought him down with me to lay on the settee, "stay here for a bit? I need to snuggle with you...," I trailed off, sleepily, blinking rapidly to keep my eyes open.

"Alright, just for a little while. It is Friday night, after all. No classes tomorrow..." His voice sounded drowsy and slurred, a sure sign that he was drifting off too as he settled in the dip of my shoulder. With a last effort, I cast a Tempus alarm with my wand and pulled the plaid snugly over us, before I drifted off with my boy wrapped in my arms.

~oOo~

Cold.. And warm.. That was the unsettling dichotomy that awoke me sometime during the night. Apparently, it was caused by the plaid slipping off when I'd turned around and spooned Harry, leaving my back naked to the room and my front snug against his back. My cock was lodged between his arse cheeks, making my whole body tingle at the thought of actually being inside his tight heat. Now was not the time though, and I simply draped the plaid back over us, before settling back to sleep.

The Tempus alarm blaring out was what finally woke me up for real, at five in the morning. I'd set it early, so we could sneak back in our dorms to sleep for a couple of hours more, without our dorm mates discovering us. I was sure I'd get some questions fired my way, from Blaise none the less, since I'd not returned the previous night. Harry grumbled adorably and started to turn around in my loose embrace. He was sleep rumpled, hair sticking every which way, eyes bleary and half lidded as he looked at me. But that didn't matter at all, when the most brilliant smile spread over his face at the sight of me. I couldn't help but return it, pressing a closed mouth kiss on his lips. Cute as he was, I didn't fancy sharing morning breath - and my own was surely like a dragon's breath too.

"Good morning, prat. Did you sleep well?" I asked him softly.

"Good morning, twit. Never better. You?" He replied in a sleep hoarse voice, clearing his throat.

"Oh I slept alright, 'spose... This wildly attention seeking little prat kept stealing the covers, leaving me to freeze my arse off...," I snarked teasingly, throwing his insult/compliment from last night back at him.

"Oh did he now? That simply won't do. Such a cute little arse... I'll be sure to have words with him when I see him. Do you want me to warm your cold arse for you?" He said, stretching leonine beside me, arms reaching far over his head and displaying his brown nipple to my hungry eyes. He really was bloody gorgeous, all slim limbs and taut muscles, a light dusting of dark hair on his chest. Not to mention that half-hard prick resting on his stomach.

Dipping down to lick his nub, I replied, "as much as I'd love to, we better get going if we don't want to get caught...," he hissed at the contact with my tongue and grabbed my hair to hold me close.

"I guess you're right, dammit. I wouldn't have minded in the least." Smirking, he slapped my arse as he stood up. "Ouch, you prat! That's not what I thought you meant by warming my arse!" I said indignantly. He just laughed and started to pull on his clothes haphazardly, rummaging through the pile in the corner to sort his from mine. Throwing my boxers in my face, he urged, "get a move on, twit, or I'm getting undressed again and have my way with you."

We dressed in companionable silence, throwing each other covert glances and small smiles. Finally ready to go, we stood in front of the door and I turned to him, taking his hands in mine. His shining emerald eyes were again partially dimmed by his spectacles, but amazingly beautiful none the less, as I got lost in their depths. "Harry, I... I want to thank you for everything you're doing for me. It means so much to me.. You mean so much to me...," I leaned down and caught his lips with mine, kissing him with all the pent up emotion that was welling in my chest and hoped he heard what I didn't say.

Kissing me back with the same level of intensity, his tongue slipped through my lips for the tiniest moment, catching a drop of my taste. Breaking it, he rested his head on my shoulder and replied, "no need for thanks, Draco. You are becoming so much more than a friend and lover, you know?"

I pressed my lips to his messy hair and nodded, "I know.."

With a final chaste kiss, we went out the door and parted, moving in our separate directions. Me towards the gloom of the dungeons, him towards the light of Gryffindor Tower. The story of my life.

HPOV

Quietly, I managed to sneak into the common room and up to the dorm. Thankfully, everyone was still sleeping, and I undressed again, pulled on my pýjamas, and settled into my bed. It felt cold and empty without Draco there, and I tossed and turned until almost daylight before sleep claimed me again.

It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when a hand on my shoulder was shaking me awake roughly. Opening my eyes, I saw a blurry Ron and reached for my glasses so I could see properly. "Stop, you git," I mumbled, and thankfully, the shaking stopped.

"Harry, good, you're awake," Ron prattled out, and it was annoying as fuck.

"Am now," I grumped. "What d'you want?"

"Me and Hermione have been worried about you, mate. And it's time for breakfast. She wouldn't leave me alone until I woke you."

"Fine, fine..." I said, just so Ron would shut up. "I'm getting up. Tell Hermione I'll be down in a minute."

"Alright," Ron replied and left the dorm.

Yawning, I sat and stretched, then went for a shower. The warm water helped to wake me some, and by the time I was dressed and ready to go down to breakfast, my mood had lightened. As I descended the staircase, I was met with a relieved looking Hermione and an apologetic looking Ron.

"Harry! I was worried sick about you!" Hermoine chided, and I patted her on the shoulder.

"No worries, Hermione. I was in good hands last night."

Hermione's face softened and she actually giggled a bit at my joke, while all the color drained from Ron's face. He coughed loudly.

"Right, then. Breakfast." He said in a business like tone, and started to walk toward the portrait hole. Hermione and I shared a laugh as we followed.

When we were settled at the Gryffindor table with our food, I tucked in right away. I was ravenous. Ron looked at me, slack jawed, and Hermione merely smiled.

"What?" I mumbled around a mouthful of egg and toast. Why were they staring at me like that?

"Erm...busy night?" Hermione asked with a snicker, and I felt heat creep into my cheeks, but just to annoy Ron for waking me, I smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

Swallowing, I replied, "Oh yeah, brilliant! Thanks for asking!"

Hermione sent me a covert wink, letting me know she was aware of my joke. Just then, Ron groaned loudly and Hermione and my attention were diverted to him. He was looking quite green, and had pushed his half eaten breakfast away.

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously. He leaned across the table so as not to be heard by anyone else and gave me a stern look.

"I know this attitude you have this morning, Harry," he said, completely serious, and it was all I could do to keep a straight face.

"What attitude?" I asked with a grin.

"You have that 'just been shagged' look," he accused, then realised what he said, and plunked back down on the bench. "Oh Merlin, and with Malfoy!" he exclaimed quietly, covering his face with his hands, and I couldn't contain myself any longer. I burst out laughing, joined by Hermione.

"Kill me now," Ron moaned from behind his hands, and it only served to make me laugh harder.

Suddenly serious, Hermione asked, "Did you really, Harry?"

"No," I answered her, not willing to give any more details, and she seemed satisfied with that.

"Well, whatever you two got up to, keep doing it, because I like seeing you happy like this," she replied with a smile, and I returned it gratefully.

"Thanks."

Looking over at Ron, I saw he still had his hands over his face and was shaking his head back and forth. "Please," he moaned, "I can't take anymore."

Laughing again, I shook my head and continued to eat my breakfast, sneaking a glance over at the Slytherin table, where Draco was eating just as eagerly as I was.

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