A/N: Sorry I took so long to get this chapter up. It's nearing the end of semester so the professors have been going crazy assigning essays and final tests. Just last week alone I had one oral presentation, three essays, and two tests. Not a fun week, but hopefully things will slack back enough this week so I can write things. Not essay like things.

Also, warning: To make up for my lack of presence, this chapter contains hot sexiness. Can there be any other kind?

Chapter 10

Throughout the day, Harry shared more tidbits of information about his connection with Voldemort with Draco. He told Draco about how his scar hurt every time Voldemort was near, about the night in the graveyard, Arthur Weasley's attack, and Sirius' death. In turn, Draco shared more of what it was like growing up with Death Eaters as parents, even if his father wasn't one by choice.

Late that afternoon the two boys were dozing on the couch, stirring briefly only long enough to press a kiss to the other's lips. Harry was cuddled up on top of Draco thinking that there was no place he would rather be. Draco was lightly trailing his fingers over Harry's spine when Harry felt the first twinge of his bladder. Comfortable and not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment by moving, Harry ignored it in favor of nipping at Draco's ear playfully.

"Mmm, Harry, feels good." The blonde boy murmured.

Harry giggled, moving to kiss the other boy's lips. Draco deepened the kiss, loving the mint chocolate taste of the Gryffindor.

The two lazily kissed for several moments, until Draco noticed Harry's squirming on top of him – and not in a sexual way either. Draco knew immediately that his boyfriend needed the bathroom, but was either ignoring it or hadn't noticed yet.

He broke apart from the smaller boy, causing Harry to moan in protest and try to chase his lips.

"Harry," Draco was breathing heavily. "Do you need to use the loo?"

Harry's bladder had indeed been signalling him more and more over the past few minutes, but Harry was enjoying himself much too much to listen to it.

"No," Harry tried to lie.

"I could feel you fidgeting, I know you have to go."

"Don't wanna," Harry whined, "You're so comfortable, I don't want to move."

"You don't want to have an accident. You always get upset when you do." Draco didn't want to ruin the moment more by causing the other boy to grow upset, but knew that wetting often caused Harry's self-esteem to plummet.

"You make me feel like I don't have to be embarrassed." Harry glanced up shyly at the boy.

"You never have to be." The blonde promised, kissing Harry's forehead sweetly.

Harry cuddled into Draco further. "Good. Can I stay here then?"

"Yes."

After a moment of silence, Harry brought up something he'd been wondering for a while.

"Draco… Have you ever wet before?"

"Not since I was a kid. Mother insisted that I be potty trained as soon as possible. She hated diapers, thought they were unbecoming or something/" Draco answered.

"So you've never had an accident like I have?"

"No, I don't ever remember accidentally wetting."

"What about on purpose wetting… Like I did before."

"Again, no. If mother found out she would have thrown a fit. She was prone to them when things weren't spotless or didn't go her way."

After a moment, Draco continued. "Why do you want to know, Harry?"

"I guess I just, I donno. I guess I just wanted to know I'm not alone with this." Harry said softly.

"You're not, Harry. I'm sure someone somewhere has the same problem you do."

"I guess." Harry squirmed a little more as his bladder began to protest more urgently.

"Even if you're the only one ever, Harry, it's okay. It doesn't matter. I'd still really like you anyway."

"You really like me?" Harry asked shyly, looking up at Draco with wide eyes.

"Yeah. I really like you. A lot." Draco knew he was turning a little red at the statement, but it was worth it to see Harry's eyes light up the way they did.

"I really like you a lot too." Harry said.

Draco reached up to pull the other boy's head towards his, lips meeting as they met in a passionate kiss. They kissed for several more long minutes, Draco's hands moving up underneath Harry's shirt, feeling the strong muscles he gained from playing Quidditch.

Draco pulled the shirt up further, over Harry's head, wanting to feel the younger boy without a pesky shirt in the way. Harry must have felt the same way, because, within seconds of Harry's shirt disappearing, Harry was tugging at Draco's shirt as if it offended him. Draco moved to dispose quickly of the item, immediately latching back onto Harry's lips before his shirt hit the floor.

Harry, lost in the kiss and feel of Draco, forgot about his bladder until, with a sharp pain of protest, a stream of pee forced its way out into Harry's boxers.

Gasping, Harry pulled away. "Draco, I –"

"I know. Just let it go." He pulled the other boy back to meet him.

Harry lost himself again, this time doubly in the perfect kiss and the wonderful relief of releasing his bladder.

Draco moaned into Harry as he felt the hot liquid escape from Harry and pour onto him. He never thought it would be as much of a turn-on as it was, and he felt the beginning twitches from his dick as the hot piss ran through his jeans and over his cock.

Harry rubbed up against Draco, spreading his piss over them. Draco reached down to Harry's jeans, fingers brushing over the wet denim, pausing over the button.

"Can I?" he asked.

At Harry's nod, Draco made quick work of undoing Harry's jeans, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion, Harry lifting his body up to help.

Harry was still peeing, and Draco gasped at the sensation of hot piss hitting his bare skin. Fully hard now, Draco couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips up to meet Harry's, moaning at the pure feeling of bliss.

Harry was glad he was almost done peeing, because he, too, was growing hard. Draco's beauty alone could cause that reaction, but when the blonde started rubbing against him Harry was a goner.

Just as the last drops were escaping, Draco bucked into Harry particularly hard, turning Harry into a pile of mush and turning his dick rock hard. Harry reached down to Draco's soaking jeans, putting a hand on Draco's erect member and rubbing. Letting out a particularly loud moan, Draco thrust up into Harry's greedy hand. After several thrusts, Harry gently squeezed the outline of Draco's cock, deciding that he wanted to see more than the outline. Moving his hand to the zipper, Harry looked at the keening blonde, silently asking if it was okay.

"Please," the other boy groaned out.

Harry quickly undid his lover's jeans, pulling them down as far as they could go without with boy moving. Pressing his cock into Draco's, now free without any barriers, the two formed a rhythm, thrusting into each other, gasping and moaning all the while. It was the most incredible thing Harry had ever felt, and he didn't think he would last very long.

"Oh, Merlin, Draco, feel so good."

"Ugh, Harry," the blonde's hands came to rest on Harry's arse, squeezing the cheeks lovingly.

"Draaaco," Harry gasped out, loving the feel of hands there.

Urged on, Draco moved a finger lower, to rest just above Harry's puckered entrance.

"Draco, please, do it." Harry was torn between bucking into Draco's hard and weeping cock, or his teasing finger, wanting to feel more of both, and insanely curious to how having a finger there would feel.

Draco teased his hole gently, knowing he couldn't do too much without lube, he didn't want to hurt the other boy. He pressed a finger to Harry's hole, circling, but barely breaching.

Harry was so close, if only Draco would stop teasing him!

"Draco, want your finger in me. Wanna feel it in me." Harry all but cried.

"Don't have any lube, don't want it to hurt you."

Harry moaned, but paused to concentrate, hoping he could perform the spell without a wand. He had never tried this particular spell before. He knew the instant it worked because he could feel cool liquid in and surrounding his puckered entrance.

"There. Now fuck me with your finger!" Harry demanded, attacking Draco's neck, intent on sucking a new bruise.

Draco spared a thought at Harry's display of wandless magic, but when Harry pushed his arse up to meet his fingers, all thoughts left his mind. He slowly circled the needy hole, pushing the tip inside.

"Nugh," Harry moaned into Draco's neck. "More. Want more."

Pushing his finger all of the way in, Draco slowly fucked his lover with a finger, gradually adding a second. After a few moments of searching Draco found what he was looking for, causing Harry to near scream as his prostate was grazed for the first time. Twice more was all Harry could take before he was cumming all over the blonde, biting into the blonde's shoulder as his body shuddered. Draco felt the hot, sticky liquid cover his stomach and cock, and that was all he needed to join Harry in ecstasy, cumming with Harry's name on his lips.

Harry collapsed onto Draco, completely spent, his whole body tingling.

"That was…"

"Incredible." Draco finished.

"Very much so. When can we do it again?"

"I don't think I'll be able to move in the next few minutes, much less get it up again." The blonde laughed.

The brunet fake pouted, but knew Draco was right. There was no way he would be able to move again so soon after the best orgasm of his life.

Eventually, the two had to move or risk getting stuck together with dried cum. They made their way to the bathroom to shower, where they washed each other down, exchanging kisses, and inevitably, rubbed each other to completion once again.

The two went to bed that night, knowing that they simply had to find a way to spend more time together over the week. Harry was quickly growing addicted to the beautiful blonde boy.