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We woke in the morning at almost the same time. We looked at each other in the sparse light that seeped in between the curtains, but neither of us said anything. For some reason I felt embarrassed. I looked away. There was nothing said the night before that changed what Draco knew about me. I'd had a lot of moments with Draco when I'd felt open and vulnerable, crying and shaking. But that minute, naked and tied, shook me like no other.

Suddenly, Draco was standing on my side of the bed with something in his hands. I hadn't even realized he'd gotten up. He handed me the jumble of bondage rope.

"Put them somewhere until you're ready. Or put them away forever. It's your choice, not mine."

Draco squealed and dropped the ropes when I pulled him down onto the bed. I expected kissing, but got talk.

"I know what it took for you to do that yesterday."

"I told you, I trust you."

"You're still tense. I can feel it."

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked with a suggestive leer.

"Give you a back rub. Roll over."

Disappointed, I complied. He kneaded the tense muscles of my shoulders. I relaxed into his touch. He nudged my legs apart with his knees and leaned over to press his lips to my back. He kissed the length of each scar before scooting lower. My breath hitched when he kissed the lines across my bare arse. He kissed the back of my right thigh next. Then he started on my left, working outside in. He pressed his lips to the barb scar on the inside of my thigh. He licked the crease where my leg met my arse.

"What are you—fuuuuuuuuuck."

He was licking me there. I would have been disgusted except it felt amazing. His tongue was tracing circles, and he was holding my cheeks apart with his hands. My cock was hardening and trapped under my body. I thrust down into the mattress and back against his tongue. My throat was sore from breathing so raggedly. I choked on a moan when his tongue first penetrated me. I whimpered pathetically. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I had never been so aroused in my life. I fought back tears; it wasn't enough. I clawed at the blankets and tried desperately to somehow get relief for my aching cock; it wasn't enough.

"It's not enough," I cried out. I felt a finger tracing my rim. It tickled a bit, but didn't relieve the pressure. It seemed like gallons of precome were pouring out of me, but the slippery puddle around the head of my cock only teased me more.

"Please, Draco. Oh, gods, Draco, please," I cried. His finger entered me and pressed against a bundle of nerves I didn't know I had. Waves of pleasure radiated up through my cock. I pushed back against him and slid forward in a slippery mess as I let loose a flood of come between my stomach and the bed sheets. I ignored the sticky mess as I collapsed into the puddle.

"Your sounds are intoxicating," Draco said, kissing his way up my spine.

He climbed to one side of me and rolled me over. I flopped limply with his motion. I shivered as the air hit the cooling patch of stickiness on my middle.

"You need a shower," Draco murmured. "We need a shower."

There was no mistaking the tone of his voice. He wanted to be sucked off under a spray of hot water. I tried to sit up, but gravity kept me flat on my back. My legs were trembling, and I was sure that even if I had managed to sit, there was no way I would have been able to stand.

"I can't. Draco, I can't," I whispered weakly. I was disappointed when he walked away from me into the bathroom by himself, but he came back moments later with a wet washcloth. Gently he cleaned off my stomach. He took the now-sticky cloth back into the bathroom. I heard the water run as he rinsed it out. The water kept running. I heard him spit. Brushing his teeth. He walked back in, hard cock jutting out from a base of blond curls.

"I'm aching for you, Harry." Draco's voice was strained.

"You have to move closer," I said. I reached my arm out toward him, but stopped before my arm was even outstretched.

"Harry, that is the most pathetic attempt to wank me off I've ever seen. Just tell me what it was like," he said, taking his own cock in hand.

"I can barely think, Draco. I'm jelly."

"Don't think. Just talk. Feed me some aural sex here."

"My legs are still shaking," I started. "You surprised me. Where did you learn that? It was the most intense thing I've ever felt. Not having your hand on my cock while you tongued me there drove me crazy. I'm still blushing just thinking about it. I can't wait for you to come kiss me when you're done fisting your cock, listening to me tell you what it was like. It was personal and intense and shocking and wet and oh, gods, Draco, I love watching you come."

He used a corner of the bed sheet to wipe himself off after doing just that. He dragged me away from the giant wet spot and curled himself around my right half. He idly ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me on the lips.

"I'm exhausted," I muttered. "I want to go back to sleep."

"Okay."

"I'm cold, and the sheets are yucky."

Draco stood up and stripped the sheet from the bed, pulling it out from under me. He pulled the blanket up from the floor and draped it over me before climbing in beside me. He draped himself over me, and we fell back asleep.

Knock, knock, knock, "Harry." Knock, knock, knock, "Harry." Knock, knock, knock, "Harry."

"Go away, Weasley," I heard Draco say. I rolled over. The whole exchange had barely registered.

Knock, knock, knock, "Harry." Knock, knock, knock, "Harry." Knock, knock, knock, "Harry."

"Hold your horses, Ron," I said. Reluctantly, I got out of bed and put clothes on. Draco snuggled further under the blankets. I opened the door to see a pained-looking Ron. He held up a swollen, red hand with coiled burn marks marring the palm.

"Fix it," he said.

"Why don't you have Hermione fix it?"

"Because I'm not allowed to use the stove."

"We're not allowed to use magic, Ron."

"I know. That's why I need you. Muggle fix it."

"Muggle fixing it won't make it disappear. You're going to have to tell Hermione."

"No," Ron said, the color draining from his freckled face.

"Sit," I said, pointing to a chair. I went into the powder room to search under the sink for something to treat his burn. I came back with aloe vera, antibiotic cream, and gauze. I handed him the aloe vera gel. "Smear it on. When it's dry, put this stuff on," I said pointing to the cream tube. Ron made a face, but did as he was told. When he was finished, I wrapped the gauze around his hand. He winced.

"Will you finish lunch?" he asked.

"What were you trying to make?"

"The raviolio stuff in the tin jar."

"Tin can," Draco corrected, walking out of our room.

"Shut up, Malfoy. Let's see you make lunch."

"Go figure out what you're going to say to Hermione," I intervened, shooing Ron out of the kitchen.

Draco put the pot of ravioli on one of the stove burners and turned the corresponding knob. "How high?" he asked.

"Five. And don't forget to stir."

I went to put on clean clothes. The ones I had thrown on were rumpled. While I was in the bedroom, I grabbed up the sheets. I took them to the laundry room and put them in the washer. After loading the soap and starting it, I went back to the kitchen to keep an eye on Draco.

"What are you making Draco?" Hermione asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Ravioli. Weasley started it."

"Weas-Ron started it?"

Draco and I snickered. Hermione looked furious.

"And he just left it?"

"No. I took over when he went upstairs."

"Why did he go upstairs in the middle of cooking?"

"Harry banished him."

"Harry?" I hate it when she uses that tone with me.

"If you promise not to shoot the messenger, I'll tell you what I know."

"I promise."

"Ron burned himself."

"He what? Is he okay? How bad?"

"He set his hand on the burner. I took care of it. He's trying to think of a way to explain to you why he used the stove without permission."

"Draco, how long until the ravioli will be ready?"

Draco looked at me. I looked into the pot and answered for him, "Five minutes."

Hermione left the kitchen.

TBC. First rim scene. Thoughts?