A/N: I meant to work on this over the weekend. Instead, I spent the weekend cuddling on the couch with my child watching the entire first season and half of the second season of Supernatural. I've never seen it before, and I'm really enjoying it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter:)

Harry and Draco should have been tired, but they were wide awake as they cuddled in the bed. Draco was playing with Harry's hand with a smile. He gave a sigh when he saw Harry's face.

"Why do you look so sad, Harry?" he asked.

"I don't look sad," Harry denied.

"You look like I kicked your puppy."

"I've just missed out on so much, you know?"

Draco felt like strangling his father. Harry deserved better than what he was getting. "You really didn't know it could be like that?"

"I've only been with one person," Harry said, defensively.

Draco rolled over so that he was once again on top of Harry. He rested his elbows on the sides of Harry's head as he used his hands to play with Harry's hair. "Merlin, you're almost as innocent as a virgin. I almost want to thank my father for that, but I also find him completely mental for not giving you everything."

Draco placed slow, loving kisses all over Harry's face. He started down at his chin and made his way up to Harry's scar where his lips lingered. He slid over to slip his tongue in Harry's ear. Harry squirmed and tried to rub his ear with his shoulder before letting out a mortifying giggle. Draco pulled back and frowned at him.

"You, who are meant to be a gentleman, dare laugh at my seduction?"

"It tickled!" Harry protested. "I can't help that."

"Let's see if I can seduce you without tickling your delicate sensibilities."

"I'm not a woma-" Draco's lips cut him off.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and rolled them over. Harry grabbed him as he was lifted up, afraid of losing his balance. He was nervous and it was written across his face.

"Draco, I never…"

"You've never ridden anyone?" Draco asked, astonished.

"Well, no. I don't know what to do."

Draco's face softened. "It's okay, Harry. I'll guide you, and you'll have the hang of it in not time." He placed his hands on Harry's hips and guided him to his cock.

Harry allowed Draco to guide his movements. Lucius had never liked to give up control. He faltered a few times, but Draco was always there to set him back on track. He could hear Draco's voice in his ear, feel the wet kisses Draco was placing anywhere he could reach, feel Draco's hands on his hips, thighs, chest. He chanced a look at Draco and saw amazement and adoration in his eyes. He leaned down to press his lips to Draco's.

HPDM

They were still wide awake and cuddling again when Draco's stomach growled. He sighed and slid over to the edge of the bed. He reached down to grab their clothes and finally got them. He stood up out of bed and turned back to Harry.

"Come on and let's get you decent. Although, you were hardly acting decent earlier," Draco said, with a leer. Harry laughed before Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He pulled Harry's legs out and started pulling the pajama bottoms on.

"You're really dressing me?" Harry asked, amused.

"Yes. While not quite as fun as undressing, it does have it perks." Draco gave him a quick smirk as he rubbed Harry's legs while pulling up the bottoms. Harry had to stifle another giggle. "We won't bother with the shirt. I feel I should warn you."

"About what?"

"You've escaped the eye of the dragon for now. That won't last long."

Harry laughed as he watched Draco pull on his pajamas.

"May I turn the lights back on now?"

"If my lord wishes," Harry said, playfully.

"Your lord wishes for some food. I'm a hungry dragon, after all."

"Is that why I heard roaring earlier?"

"Indeed."

They both started laughing. Draco reached out for Harry's hand and pulled him close. His other hand rose and cupped Harry's face as he leaned in for a kiss. "Come, you shall be my wench." Draco gave him another smirk before leading him out of the room.

They had the house elves make some toast for them. Harry was a bit messy and dripped jam on his fingers. Draco twirled his tongue around Harry's fingers to clean them off. Harry was breathing hard by the time he was done, and he thanked him with a kiss.

"We have to go to bed, don't we?" Harry asked.

"Even dragons and wenches need sleep, my dear. Besides, there's still more work in the garden."

Draco walked Harry to his room, but stopped him from going inside. Harry looked at him in confusion.

"Neither of us would get any sleep if I go in there. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself. If it wasn't for the garden, it wouldn't matter. But I should leave you now."

Draco walked back the few steps to his door. Before he went in, he looked back at Harry, who was watching him. They stood there in silence for several minutes. They both turned and entered their rooms at the same time, closing the doors in sync.

HPDM

Harry awoke the next morning feeling exhausted. He decided to sleep for a few more minutes. When he next opened his eyes, he saw that it was almost noon. He jumped out of bed, realizing that he didn't make breakfast and was supposed to help Draco with the garden. He ran to the shower, rushing through it. He nearly ripped his clothes out of the closet in his haste to get ready. He grabbed his bedsheets and threw them in the hallway. He ran into Draco's room, doing the same. He drug them as quickly as he could to the laundry room for the house elves to clean. He ran towards the kitchen, but he stopped when he reached the dining room.

He slowly walked to the table to find a plate sitting in front of his chair with a warming charm on it. It was all of his favorites. He sat down to eat. When he was done, he went to the kitchen to see that the house elves were working on lunch. One of them told him that they were under orders not to wake him and to watch the kitchen until he was up. Harry smiled as he realized this was the kind of thing Draco had always done for him, but he never realized it. Several times, Harry had stayed up late in the library, and Draco has always made sure he slept in the next morning. Normally, he would have helped the house elves with lunch, but he left it to their more than capable hands.

Instead, he walked out the door and looked up at the sky. He loved watching the fluffy clouds float past. He wasn't paying attention until he heard Draco's voice.

"You look good standing there, the sun shining on your face."

Harry turned around and smiled. He held out his arms, and Draco walked up and hugged him. They held each other tight for a few minutes. Finally, Draco leaned back but kept his arms around Harry's waist.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Yes, as I'm sure you well know. You?"

"Yes, I was quite exhausted when I got in bed," Draco smirked. He watched Harry blush brightly as he pulled out of his arms and turn around.

"Thank you for making sure I got some sleep."

"It was the least I could do when I kept you up half the night," Draco whispered, as he came up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"I've never wanted to do it that many times in the same night before," Harry said, as he turned around. "I don't know what got into me."

Draco smirked at him. "I do. Me."

Harry blushed harder. He wasn't sure how Draco could be so flippant about it. It hadn't bothered him last night. Today, however, everything was embarrassing him. He pulled away and walked over to the steps leading down to the garden.

"Harry," Draco started, hesitantly. "You know I'm not trying to seem like it was nothing, right? I'm just really happy, and it's just teasing. I don't mean to offend you."

Harry turned around and gave him a small smile. "I know, Draco. All of this is new to me, I guess."

"I know. It's not a bad thing, though. I love how innocent you still are. It's adorable."

"Don't call me adorable," Harry complained.

Draco laughed. "I think we should check on lunch."

They went to the kitchen, and the house elves were almost done. They waited, and they took the food into the dining room when it was. Draco reached for the pumpkin juice to find there was none. "You forgot drinks."

Draco stood up quickly before Harry could and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he stopped behind Harry's chair and leaned over to fill Harry's glass. He leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear. "What on earth has come over you, Harry? You're normally not so forgetful." He softly kissed the side of Harry's neck before walking to his chair.

Harry blinked at him, before going back to his food.

HPDM

After lunch, they went to the garden to work on planting. Normally, working in a garden reminded Harry of his childhood home. Today, his mind was too full of thoughts of Draco and tonight to make any comparisons. They came back in a few hours later to take showers. Harry started dinner cooking and headed to take the bedsheets back upstairs. As he put Draco's back on his bed, he was grateful for silencing charms. He was glad that Draco had never had to hear him with Lucius. He went back to the kitchen to check on the food. Draco came in and leaned against the wall. He dismissed the house elves for the night.

"Thanks for your help today, Harry."

"There's no need to thank me. You couldn't do it by yourself."

"You're not used to doing so much around here, though."

"I didn't mind it. The day went fast. Although, that might be because I was left to sleep half the day." Harry eyed Draco from the corner of his eye, but Draco looked unrepentant.

"It went fast for me, too, because you were out there."

"I missed you when I went to check on the Crups, though. They asked after you," he said, teasing. When he spoke next, his voice was seductive. "I told them you were getting the bed ready for tonight."

Harry began to step towards the oven to check on dinner, but Draco stopped him.

"Come here, Harry."

Harry lightly blushed.

"I waited while you were sleeping. I waited while I went through the post. I waited while I was working in the garden. I waited while I checked on the Crups. I'm not waiting another moment."

Harry stepped a closer until Draco could reach him. Draco grabbed his waist and pulled him close. Harry's hands came up on Draco's chest, and he could feel the heart beating under his hands.

"Don't be afraid to touch me, Harry."

Harry bit his lip as he looked up into Draco's eyes.

"Do you want to touch me, Harry? As bad as I want to touch you?"

Harry slowly nodded his head. Draco guided Harry's hand across his chest. Their eyes locked as Draco pulled Harry's hand all over his chest, neck, and jaw.

"I want you to touch me everywhere, Harry," Draco said, huskily.

"You're gorgeous, Draco," Harry whispered.

"You think so?" Draco cocked his head to the side.

"You know you are."

Draco pulled Harry close and kissed him. Harry's hands went around Draco and slid up and down his spine. Draco rubbed Harry's erection and he moved his mouth to Harry's neck, sucking hard.

"Dinner's burning, Draco," Harry gasped.

"I don't care," Draco mumbled.

Harry wanted to give in so bad. He knew they had to wait, though. "I really don't want to have to start over, Draco."

Draco pulled back, cursing himself for not being in control. He smiled at Harry, who was looking at him uncertainly. "Finish dinner so we can eat."

HPDM

After dinner, Draco said he was going to take a look at a contract, giving Harry time to take a shower. Harry was suspicious that Draco might come in while he was in the shower, so he tried to hurry. His suspicions were not unfounded when he heard the bathroom door opening as he was rinsing his hair. He tried to wash off his body as quick as he could, but Draco opened the curtain.

Draco had to take a moment to catch his breath when he saw Harry. Water was sluicing down his body along with soapsuds. He looked beautiful. He saw Harry's cheeks turn red as he covered his half hard cock.

"You're breathtaking," Draco breathed.

He quickly shed his clothes and stepped in behind Harry. He heard Harry's breath hitch as he took the washcloth and finished washing Harry. He moved the washcloth slowly over Harry while his other hand rubbed small circles on Harry's hip. When he was done, Harry took the washcloth and nervously returned the favor. He avoided the area that Draco wanted him to touch the most. Draco finally took his hand and moved it to his dripping erection. He closed his eyes and groaned when he felt Harry moving his hand up and down. Draco slammed his lips on Harry's as he pushed him against the wall of the shower. Surprisingly, Draco had never had shower sex, and he found the pounding water extremely erotic.

Harry thrust his hips against Draco's, trying to gain some friction. He heard Draco mumble a spell against his lips before his fingers were pushing against his hole. He didn't know that Draco could do wandless magic. Harry was pushing back on Draco's fingers as he was quickly prepped. Draco's hands were on the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to jump up. He wrapped his legs around Draco's waist just in time for Draco to thrust in to the hilt. He cried out as Draco thrust as fast and hard as he could. Draco kept one hand on Harry's arse to hold him up and moved the other up to the wall next to Harry's head. Between feeling the water running down them and Draco hitting his prostate almost every time, Harry came quickly without needing to be touched. Draco followed him almost immediately.

Draco leaned against Harry to hold him up while he caught his breath. He didn't want to pull out just yet, but he knew he had to. He carefully let Harry back down, and they rewashed quickly. Draco was really confused. His other lovers never lasted long. He thought the only reason he dated Astoria so long was the challenge she presented. With Harry, it seemed he wanted him more every time they were together when it was usually the opposite. They finally got out and dressed.

Draco reached over and curled his hand around the back of Harry's neck. "Do you think that you might want to come stay in my room tonight?" he asked, uncharacteristically nervous. He received a shy smile and a nod for an answer. He laced their fingers together and led Harry out to the hallway and over to his room.

Harry noticed that Draco seemed tense and nervous, but couldn't figure out why. Draco had stopped them at the doorway to his room and just looked at him before finally opening the door. Harry gasped as he looked around the room. There were what looked like hundreds of candles lit and covering every surface and floating in the air. He smelled lilac and saw a vase filled with the flowers sitting next to the bed.

"How did you know lilacs are my favorite flower?" he asked, as he looked at Draco.

Draco blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I remember you saying it."

Harry looked at him in awe. "I said that the first year I lived here. You remembered that?"

Draco gave an impatient shrug and glare. "I have a good memory," he said, defensively.

Harry slowly smiled. "That is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard."

Draco scoffed. "I'm not sweet. I'm just trying to get in your pants."

Harry chuckled. "You already knew that you didn't need to do anything special to 'get in my pants'."

Draco ignored him and walked over to the flowers. Harry hadn't seen, but there was a bottle of champagne and two glasses behind the large arrangement of flowers.

"My favorite champagne, too? You should be careful, Draco, or you might spoil me."

"I hardly call flowers, candles, and champagne spoiling. It's Seduction 101."

"Oh," was Harry's reply. "So, you've done this a hundred times before."

Draco looked up from where he was pouring the champagne. He didn't like Harry's tone. He could see doubt, confusion, and hurt in Harry's face. He had meant it as a joke, but Harry couldn't tell that. He rushed to reassure him. "No, I've never done it for anyone before. My other lovers never cared for romance. It was just a quick fuck, so it never mattered. This is the first time I've done this for someone. The first time I've wanted to."

Harry couldn't stop himself from smiling. He had known that Draco had several lovers over the years, but it felt amazing to know that Draco was doing things for him that he had never done before. Draco handed him a glass, and they both reclined on the bed. They laid curled up around each other as they drank their glasses.

"Will you let me leave the light on while we make love tonight?" Draco asked.

Harry felt a thrill when he heard Draco refer to it as 'making love'. He had never heard Draco use the term before. He always referred to it as 'fucking'. He couldn't stop the blush, though. He hated how easily he was embarrassed. "Please don't ask."

"Why not?"

"It makes me uncomfortable, that's all."

"Before our time is up, darling, I will teach you to be comfortable with it."

"You have a lot of experience with it?" Harry wanted to disappear in mortification. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?

"If we talk about this, can we drop it and not let it affect anything?"

Harry nodded.

"You know why I was always gone so much? I felt in the way. You and my father were married and learning to live with each other. I felt like I should give you two as much privacy as possible. I didn't think me being in the way was helping any. It was easier to go the Continent and stay in a hotel than find someone to let me spend the night with them here. It's difficult to find a natural blonde over there, so I was a rare commodity. People just tended to flock to me. They found me exciting with my light features and accent. There was no one that anything more than a body to warm my bed. There were mostly women, but a few were men. I tend to be pickier when it comes to men. They all definitely knew what they were doing. However, not one of them is worth anything compared to you, Harry." Draco looked into Harry's eyes, hoping that Harry would see the truth in his eyes.

"How can you say that? You said yourself that I seem so innocent when it comes to sex. I'm sure they were much better than I am."

"Don't ever say that again," Draco growled. "The fact that you don't sleep around and have only been with one person is what makes you so special."

"That's another thing, Draco. I have a husband, and here I am, in your bed."

"Yes, you have a husband. A husband who threw you at me so you could have a child."

"That's no excuse for what I've done."

"I'm not making excuses, Harry. Just as I'm not using my father's wishes as a pretense. This is natural and beautiful. We don't need to be excused. Remember how I told you that being friends can make it more fun?"

"I never knew, Draco." Harry bit his lip as he looked away.

"If I'm being honest, Harry, I never really knew until last night, either."

Draco took Harry's glass and placed it on the table along with his. He turned back and placed his hand on Harry's cheek as he leaned in. They kissed as Draco slid his leg in between Harry's. Harry knew that Draco had no intention of turning the light off, so he reached out for Draco's wand and did it himself. They spent another night murmuring endearments and touching everywhere they possibly could.