A/n: I mean I'm a Pansy fan. What else could I do with her? *Grin* A million thanks to HB, she not only spent time while she was sick and busy with work/life to edit this for me (all mistakes are my own~) she also talked me off the cliff I was about to throw my laptop down after finishing this chapter last week. So many thanks, bby, I love you. [Happy, happy birthday! Can't wait to see you this weekend!]

Warnings: What's better, making love or shagging? *shrugs*

DracoxHarry. If I owned any part of this story, I could only imagine our two favorite boys would have done this all much, much sooner.

Draco glanced around the already over packed party with a quiet grumble, "of course he's late."

Neville snorted, "you could sit with Hannah and I until he gets here?"

"Fine," he brushed a hand through his white-blonde hair, "I need a drink first, there is far too much red hair around here."

Neville lead the way to the bar pointing out a seat that Draco quickly sat in, "what do you want Malfoy, I'll buy the first one to calm your annoying ass down."

"I am not annoying," Draco warned, giving him a look, "I'll take a whisky."

"Two," Neville said to the bartender, "didn't you date a Weasely?"

Draco looked over at Neville, giving him a small laugh, "well. Ye-."

"The hot one," a new voice interrupted, "the one with the scars, tattoos, piercings and the dangerous unreasonable job." Draco froze, his eyes going wide and he stared at Neville as if the world was coming to an end. "Don't tell me you've forgotten," he slipped his arm around Draco's shoulders and the blonde could feel him pressed against his side, "I figured I was unforgettable."

Draco took a small breath pulling a practiced look on his face and turned just slightly, "Charles."

"Draco."

"Neville." Neville added with a wide grin, and the other two looked at him. He chuckled, "right, I'm going to find my girlfriend before someone talks her into badgering me for one of these rings..." He stood and left, taking his drink with him.

Draco picked up the whiskey that was left, knocking it back quickly. Charlie kept his arm around his shoulders, "you look amazing."

"Of course I do," he sat back just a bit straighter, rolling his shoulder to get Charlie's arm off him, "nice of you to notice."

"How could I not?"

"Well, I suppose I am the only dragon around." Draco's voice gave a hard twinge, and they both knew what it was in reference to.

Charlie cleared his throat and picked up his ale taking a drink of it, "well, that is close to true."

Draco sighed quietly, he wished he hadn't said it now but it was too late. So instead he snapped his fingers ordering himself another whisky. "How have you been, Charles?"

"Well," the man slid into the seat next to Draco, his arm over the back of his stool and his hand pressed to Draco's slender, bony shoulder, "and yourself? You look happy."

"I am happy," he smirked over to the man, reaching a hand out to brush back a bit of his long wispy bangs, "I am very happy."

"Here at home?"

"Here at..." Draco trailed off, looking around the cluttered and packed Weasley back field, "your home, Charles, not mine."

"Ah, I know how much you hate shabby 'ole places like this."

Draco chuckled, "I wasn't going to say anything about your family home."

"That'd be a first." Charlie smirked, his eyes falling shut and leaned into his fingertips, "I miss you sometimes Draco."

"I'm designed to be missed," Draco dropped his hand quickly and took a gulp of his whisky, finishing it. "How are your dragons anyway?"

"Ornery as ever. You know 'em..." Charlie glanced around, he had been leaning closer and didn't notice until Draco subtly pulled back with his drink, finishing it quickly.

Time suddenly stood still. Draco knew the moment Harry Potter walked in. He felt it. Every hair on his body rose, it was like a surge of electricity pumped into him. He looked to the tent entrance immediately. Harry was standing there looking late and ruffled with his hands in his leather jacket pockets, tight dark jeans with his button up tucked in and a tie around his neck. His hair an unreasonable mess and his newest trademark look of the well maintained 5 o'clock shadow he had been sporting all week, made Draco shiver. It was just the way he loved him.

Charlie was oblivious to it though, and instead he grabbed Draco's shoulder and his attention. "You don't seem as happy to see me as I am to see you."

"Of course I am happy to see you," Draco sniffed, noticing just how close they were again and placed a hand on his chest giving him a push back. "Space, though, is great."

"Space." Charlie sat back and finished his beer, "let me buy you another drink and I'll do my best to get rid of the space." Draco chuckled, shaking his head before he ran his fingers through his hair so it fell down around his shoulders, framing his face. He looked back at Harry who had finally noticed him and was giving him a look that let Draco know he was in for it. Charlie followed his look, "oh, Harry Potter. I've only met him a few times," Charlie said quietly, "leave it to Ron to be his best mate."

"Mm," the blonde nodded with his answer, finding it a little odd to hear Harry being called out by his full name.

Charlie drug his hand up and down the backside of Draco's arm, "have you been around Harry Potter much, since you and Hermione are such good friends?"

Draco laughed quietly, looking over his shoulder again. He felt Harry was closer and sure enough he was, close enough to hear. His smile spread across his face letting Draco know he had heard what Charlie asked, "yeah, I know hi-."

"Of course you do, you're Draco," Charlie rolled his eyes as he interrupted the man and his hand gripped at Draco's arm softly as if he was staking a claim because of the way Harry was staring at the blonde. The older man had a confident smile when he met Harry's eyes, and he quickly got to his feet, "Harry," he offered his hand, "Charlie Weasley."

"I remember," he answered, taking the hand and giving it a shake. "I think we met right before the war?"

"Yeah, of course," Charlie dropped his hold, "and this is Draco Malfoy."

Harry had a smile in his eyes as he met Draco's, "of course, Mr. Malfoy," he took his hand as well giving it a shake, "pleasure."

Draco raised an eyebrow, studying the man before him. Harry was calm, calmer than Draco had ever thought he would be in any circumstance like this. Hell, he had a minor freak out when he thought JJ was flirting with him, how was he not losing his mind right then? It made Draco nervous.

Charlie turned back to the bartender, "would you like a drink, Harry? I'm buying."

He leaned towards the bar top putting himself between Draco and Charlie, "yeah, I'll take a pint."

Charlie looked at him a moment, taking a step back to give him a bit more space, "sure, two beers and a whisky?" He asked the barkeep, glancing over at Harry after he ordered to find he was still staring at him, "Ron was looking for you."

"Yeah? Work ran late."

"Ah, perks of saving the world." Charlie chuckled quietly, picking up his beer and taking a sip.

"You know I can see I clearly interrupted something," Harry glanced over at Draco, who was remaining silent for the first time in his life. "I'll let you two get back to...whatever this was." He picked up his beer, laid a note on the table and turned to his left, "uh, save a dance for me, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco nodded, dumbstruck, but Harry was gone and didn't even see.

Draco escaped the clutches of Charlie and his shoulder grabbing hand when Mr. Weasley came by to grab him for pictures ignoring the promised, 'I'll be back'. He was looking for Harry, he was worried. He hadn't seen him around for some time and part of him had the feeling he was just gone. Draco needed to find him to explain whatever it was that made Harry act weird.

Probably the way I wasn't talking! Or how I was nervous... has he ever seen me nervous? Draco rolled his eyes, giving his hair a smoothing hand. He turned around a few times more, his eyes scanning the faces but none of them were Harry's, fucking Potter.

An arm wrapped around Draco's waist suddenly and the man froze in annoyance thinking it was Charlie again, the body pressed hard against the curve of his back, "time for that dance, Mr. Malfoy?" He let out the breath he had been holding and leaned back into Harry's chest.

"We both know you can't dance, Potter."

"Mm," Harry's lips smoothed across the curve of his neck, up to his hairline and then his ear giving his lobe a small nibble. "I'm not all that bad..."

"Harry, I'm sorry about the Charlie th-."

Potter turned the blonde around in a quick gesture, knocking the air out of his lungs in surprise, "shut up about Charlie."

"Is this like the Seamus situation?" Draco smirked, watching his eyes twinkle with a flare of anger the moment he asked.

Harry's hand held tighter to his waist and Draco was unable to move, "why do you insist on bringing up other men while you're pressed against me?"

"Why do you insist on teasing me?"

"Teasing you?"

"You know how much I love being called Mister Malfoy," Draco tried to get out of his hold, giving him a small push, "get off." He added in a hushed voice.

"Is that a no to dancing, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry changed the subject, walking Draco out of the tent and away from the guests. The blonde looked over Harry's shoulder to see if they were noticed, and the only person he saw looking at them was Mrs. Weasley who quickly turned away as soon as their eyes met. Harry walked the two to a darker and more secluded part of the field, Draco could tell it was closer to the house from the way it was set up and when he looked around, he found they were standing in a small garden.

"Potter it's your best mate's engagement party."

"I've told them congratulations so many times in the past week they don't want to hear it from me anymore."

"What are we doing?" Draco hissed out, gripping at Harry's hand, but before he could get a good hold on it he felt his wrist being enclosed within a tight grip from Harry's other.

"Why didn't you tell Charlie we were dating?"

"Are we?"

Harry hummed, and Draco felt his back press into the house while Harry leaned hard against his front. "Are we?" Harry repeated the question as he pinned the wrist of Draco's he was holding against the house above their heads, "what was it we said? Not interested in anyone else?" His lips were sucking at Draco's jaw, the short stubble on his cheek brushed against the soft skin, and only when the blonde let out a quiet whimper did Harry pull away, "is Charlie a someone you are interested in?"

"No, Potter." Draco shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat, "cut it out, we're at a party."

Harry snorted, loosening his hold so he could run his fingers over Draco's side. The man was pinned against the house by the weight of Harry's body, "I did offer a dance, you rejected it." Draco blew out a rough breath when Harry brushed his fingers down the front of his trousers, he felt the zipper giving way and then the button, "I was thinking about you all day, Malfoy," he whispered, stroking him slowly, "you being gone last night was disappointing. I don't like those nights."

"I know," he struggled to keep a steady voice, almost moaning when he felt the cool night air brush against his thighs as his pants fell down.

Harry kissed him softly, shutting his eyes when Draco's teeth tugged on his bottom lip after he tilted his head back, "I just can't wait."

"You don't want to wait," Draco corrected him, arching his hips to fill Harry's hand faster, as he was moving so slow, "self-control is something you lack."

"Says the man fucking my fist right now."

"Get on your knees and I'll fuck your mouth instead."

"Is that a demand, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco didn't bother holding back his moan at the question, "it isn't a request, if that is what you're asking."

"I don't think I've lost the upper hand, yet." Harry teased, still stroking him, keeping the both of them planted.

"Oh, Potter," Draco cooed, his voice softening just slightly and he let his back rest against the side of the house, "make me feel good, baby," he breathed out against his lips, finishing with a quick kiss, "get down on your knees for me?" Harry shuddered, and let go of his wrist before doing just that. He sunk down and the knees of his jeans made themselves acquainted with the dirt. Draco knew any which way to get what he wanted from Potter, and how to take over anything, anytime. He knew what did it for the man. It was his job to know, so he did, and sometimes he used it to his advantage.

It didn't really take much, though, for Harry to want to please Draco. It was his intention after all. He looked up at the blonde, smiling before he leaned in towards Draco's hips and his head ducked down wrapping his lips around Draco's length. It'd been a little while since he had tasted Draco, and he was more than greedy with the way he swallowed him whole. Draco gasped, a hard grunt escaping his lips, "fuck Potter!"

Harry rocked back, letting him fall from his mouth with a sloppy, wet, smack, "you're a little loud for someone that was scolding me about us being at a party."

Draco glared down at him, gripped his hair and pulled him closer, "stop talking Potter."

"Yes sir," Harry's breath danced over the head of his cock, then his lips gave it a small kiss. Draco bucked forward keeping his grip in Harry's hair tight and he held him still as he filled his mouth. Harry's hands were gripping at his thighs, pulling him back in the moment he pulled out, his nose brushed against the faint dusting of light blonde pubic hair. He felt, when his lips pressed to the base of Draco's length, the man's cock twitch. A hard pulse and without warning his tongue was coated in the thick cum. He swallowed, with Draco still in his mouth, almost simultaneously giving him another hard suck and lapping at the underside of his softening cock.

"Potter," Draco growled, giving his hair a hard pull and jerking him off, "stop."

"No," Harry licked his lips glanced down and after making sure the ground was fairly clear - save the dirt, he gave Draco a hard pull forward by his thighs and knocked him off balance, catching him against his chest. "More."

"You prat!" Draco yelped in annoyance, slapping at his chest, "I'm going to kill you." Harry smirked up at him laying himself back, keeping Draco pressed to his chest and off the ground. "We have a party to get back to, Potter." Draco tried pushing at his pecs to stand.

Harry pulled him right back down, "are you being selfish, Draco?"

He snorted, giving Harry's crotch a grind with his arse, "are you talking about this guy?" A small laugh escaped Harry's lips, watching the way the moonlight danced over Draco's pale face and white-blonde hair, he could see every part of him in it. He was smiling, a real smile and had a bright blush on his cheeks, "answer me."

"Yes, I am," he bucked his hips up, "I want you, right now, Draco."

Draco's heart gave a stutter, his hands fisting in Harry's shirt and without a word he shifted to his knees over Harry's waist. He could barely feel the ground beneath him, only protected by his still bundled trousers, and quickly unfastened Harry's own pants. He reached behind himself blindly feeling Harry's thick, heavy, hard length. He gave him a slow stroke, muttered a lube charm to spread over him and one for himself and while holding Harry in place he pushed down around him. Harry let out a quiet cry, his head falling back against the ground.

"Shh, Potter," Draco reached up covering his mouth once he was in, and then he was moving up and down his length. His own cock dangling between the both of them, rubbing against Harry's button up each time he rocked his hips down against him.

Harry was moaning into Draco's hand, his own hands grabbing at Draco's hips helping him move and then Draco heard it. Harry's name.

"Harry?!"

It was yelled out quite a distance away, and Draco looked down at the brunette to see if he heard it as well. He didn't seem to, his eyes were rolled back, his breath coming out in hot burst against Draco's hand and his hips were gyrating upwards into Draco's arse. He was lost to the world, he was all Draco's. Just how Draco liked him. Nothing else existed, at least right then, it was just the two of them. Harry sat up, brushing his hand away and pressed their mouths together with a hard kiss.

Draco, doing mostly all of the work - like always, took over and ground himself down so Harry was fully inside of him, "Potter," he breathed out, pressing his lips to Harry's ear.

"Mm?" Harry heard him, but nothing else. Not the fact his name was still being called back at the tent.

"Hurry up, baby, we have to get back."

"More," Harry begged, biting Draco's shoulder. The stubble on his cheek brushed against Draco's neck, making him shiver.

He smiled to himself, lifting his hips and pushing back down that same deep and fully covered distance, "come on, baby." Harry's head fell back with a quiet whimper, he loved when Draco called him that. "Go ahead," the man was whispering, his hands cradling Harry's head, fingers tangled in this hair while he rocked up against his length, only thinking at the last moment to pull Harry's head against his shoulder and cover his mouth when he felt him cumming.

His moan was barely muffled by Draco's skin, and Draco wondered if someone had heard but figured they hadn't when his name was called out again. Harry's lips were hot and quickly making their way along Draco's throat, up his neck and across his jaw, then the blonde felt them rolling over, his back hitting the dirt before he realized just what was happening.

"Oh, no." He snapped, pushing at Harry's chest.

"More," Harry whispered against his lips, once wasn't enough. Not right now. He needed to know this was exactly what Draco wanted. Right then and there.

"Potter," Draco warned, grabbing his tie for his attention.

He didn't tell Charlie we were together... Was the only thing he could think, why wouldn't he tell Charlie?

"Potter!" Draco snapped at him in a harsh voice, finally gathering his full attention, "your friends are looking for you, we need to get back."

Harry blinked in question, before raising his head and hearing his name called out, "...no."

"Yes," Draco gave him another shove, this time knocking him off balance enough to make Harry slide out. Draco didn't waste any time. He jumped up, grabbed his wand and said a quick cleansing charm, "always time for more later, Potter," Draco was saying urging Harry to get up. But Harry wasn't, instead he pulled his jeans up and sat back looking up at him, "Potter, come on...?"

He doesn't want anyone to know we're together... Harry looked down at the ground, where they had just laid before running his hand over his lips, he doesn't want anyone to know.

Draco heard the thought, because Harry wasn't moving and he needed to know what triggered this times sudden uncooperative mood. Oh Merlin. He sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew he had messed up but they just didn't have the time right then. They needed to get back to the party, to his friends, this would just embarrass Harry more than anything. He couldn't help but think back to the bar, thanking whoever was up above that Harry had been too drunk to remember and everyone else had the decency to keep their traps shut about it. But something like this was far worse than Harry wearing a cock ring through a dinner party. Draco crouched down and reached out for Harry's chin, his fingers sliding over the soft stubble with a slight grip making Harry look at him, "Potter, right here." He gathered his attention, "get up, we have a party to get back to and you owe me a dance."

Harry stared at him silently.

"I will carry you if I have to." Draco added, not quite sure if he'd be able to but he knew a spell or two to make Harry lighter, he figured he'd manage.

"Why didn't you tell Charlie?"

"Because I'm an idiot," he sighed immediately, "but if you get up and walk me back up there I'll make sure they all know, if you want."

"I don't give a damn about all of them." Harry jerked his chin away and pushed himself to feet, "I care about the fact you didn't tell your ex we were together."

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"Michael did that shit," Harry snapped at him, "for someone that doesn't want to be like him, Malfoy, you do a pretty damn good job at it." He turned and stomped off back towards the party, leaving Draco to stare after him dumbstruck. The blonde sucked in a breath as Harry walked away and after a moment to collect himself he hurried after him.

Draco eased into the tent unnoticed, they weren't looking for him. Only Harry, after all. He watched as the man was pulled to the front of the gathered party. Ron giving some heart-touching speech about his best mate and hopefully best man. Draco didn't bother clapping along, or joining in the drink-raised-toast when Harry accepted, instead he just watched.

Pansy had spotted Draco come in alone and made her way over, leaving JJ at the table they were sitting at, "you don't look okay..." She said by way of greeting, standing right in front of him.

Draco lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head as if he were cracking his neck, "You can leave."

"What's wrong, Drakey?" Draco ignored her, they were fighting. "Fine," she shrugged before slipping a cigarette between her lips, "did you hear what Potter did?" She asked, blowing a stream of smoke up into the air.

"Hm?"

"Today, at work?" Draco didn't answer, just looked around her, "told JJ that if he ever hurt me... well, that's pretty much how it ended, Joseph said it was left open. He's bloody terrified, he wouldn't dance with me until you both disappeared."

"Mm," Draco hummed, shaking his head.

"Y'know I get paid to notice things about people Draco, what's wrong?"

"You also get paid to be a responsible Mind Healer and not send unstable people back out in the field." Draco answered with a glare, "Hannah wants a dance," he added stepping around Pansy and over to the girl sweeping her away.

He spun Hannah, Hermione and even Mrs. Weasley around the dance floor, being the best at dancing, aside from Blaise, it was only expected he was a hit and it kept him out of Charlie's reach, though the redhead's eyes were glued to his body. He felt the stares but kept from looking at him, the only person he cared about wasn't even looking at him. Harry was deep into a conversation with Mr. Weasley, some man in a long white robe that he didn't know, and a few other men Draco had seen around the Ministry. He wasn't looking at Draco - at all.

Hermione, hanging on to Draco with a laugh while the two moved together to a fast paced song, leaned in, "you should just go talk to him?"

"He's mad."

"He'll get over it," she smiled, "I know him pretty well, he wouldn't be mad if he didn't care."

"Mm," Draco figured that was true, sure, but she didn't know. Unless Harry had told her and if he had she was giving him some pretty poor advice so he figured he hadn't. "Yeah, sure," he pressed his lips to her temple, "Hermione, so many congratulations to you and Weasley."

"Thank you, Draco." She smiled widely, "thank you for coming."

"I'll see you soon," he promised, making his way over to the table, he took the long way so he could avoid Charlie.

If he wants a show, he'll get a show. Draco didn't figure it was the best way to handle things, but at this point it had been started and he wasn't one to back down. How could he think I was hiding this?! Hell just two weeks ago I wore high heels and a thong all day for the man! So what, I didn't tell one person... Draco sighed, he knew why it was a big deal because of who it was he hadn't told. Because everywhere and with everyone else it was obvious they were together. Even with his friends he blew them off twice and that was just when they were still hooking up. Harry hadn't stayed the night more than once back then but this time... well, Draco fucked up.

"Potter," he said, standing behind him, laying his hand on his shoulder.

Harry jerked his head up, whipping around to look at Draco, "what?"

"I was wondering if you were ready to leave?" Draco asked, eyes hard.

"I..." Harry cleared his throat and brushed his hand away, "in the middle of something, here, actually."

"Oh it's okay, Harry, you need to go? Go ah-." One of the Ministry men started, but Harry interrupted him.

"- so, I'll just see you later."

Draco's jaw set in a hard line, his teeth grinding together visibly, "I'll wait." He added stiffly, feeling the table grow tense but he kept his eyes on Harry. Only Harry.

"Just excuse me a moment," Harry got up, grabbed Draco by the arm and carted him away from the table towards the outskirts of the wide party tent, Draco followed in silence. "Go away," Harry said as soon as he turned to face him.

"No."

"This doesn't make up for it, Malfoy, so stop."

Draco rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, "I'll wait."

"You're not listening to me."

"I am, this doesn't make up for it. Okay, fine, I'm still waiting."

"I don't want you to."

Draco pretended that didn't bother him, and instead shrugged, "that's fine, not the first time I've heard that."

"I'd believe it," Harry answered, his voice rising slightly. Draco glared at him, silently, they were gathering some attention and no matter how much Draco wanted to yell at everyone to bugger off, he didn't. He stared at Harry in silence. "So, go away."

"Not without you."

"We could do this all damn night," Harry sighed, throwing his hands up.

"This is an engagement party, Potter," Draco said, leaning towards him, "lower your voice."

"Do you honestly think I care?" Harry laughed dryly, "not the first time they've all talked about me."

"This isn't about you, Potter, this is for your friends. Stop acting like a prat."

"Me? Acting like a prat?" Harry scoffed, "that's rich coming from you."

"Okay, fine, I get it. I'm a dick, and I said the wrong thing and whatever else it is. Forgive me for making a mistake, Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes, "just go away, Malfoy, no one wants you here."

Draco sucked in a deep breath, his mouth falling open as the words ran through his mind, "Lucifer."

Harry pivoted around him, leaning in. "Leave," he whispered and headed past him back to the table. Draco brushed his hair back letting out a long sigh, if he wants a show he'll get it, took a deep breath and sunk into the nearest chair to wait.

"What's with Draco?" Charlie asked from where the remaining party was gathered it was all of their closest friends left, save Draco who was at the same table he had sat to wait at. The blonde was hunched over and very clearly asleep.

"He's waiting," Potter answered before anyone else could, his arms crossed against his chest.

"On what?" Charlie glanced around, noticing the way Hermione and Ron shared a look before turning away and the other few couples doing the same. "Is he okay?"

Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes, "he's just being a brat." He muttered clearly annoyed, "I should just leave him here."

"Harry!" Hermione scolded slapping him hard against his arm, "stop being mean."

"I'm not being mean," he rubbed his arm where she slapped him, and sighed looking away.

"What's he on about?"

Neville looks at Charlie and leaned towards him, "Harry and him are dating," he said softly, quietly, "Harry's being a dick though, typically," he added in a light-hearted tone, "and told Malfoy to leave. Malfoy's being stubborn and waiting."

"Dating?!" Charlie whispered and looked up at Harry immediately, "you're dating Malfoy?"

Harry smirked giving a nod, "yeah."

"Oh Merlin," he groaned loudly, "I'm so sorry Harry," Charlie started, "I didn't know..."

"What?" The table was quiet and looked between the two, Harry's eyes grew wide and he looked at Charlie in shock, "what do you mean?"

"I was being a jerk, I didn't even give him a chance to explain. He tried, he started to but I thought he was just playing hard to get and, uh... I'm so sorry, mate."

Harry leaned forward, dropping his arms from his chest coming to his feet, "excuse me?"

Ron got up and reached out for him, "Harry calm down..." he said quickly.

"I'm sorry, man," Charlie started to push back but Harry stayed still once he came to his full height.

He looked at Pansy who gave a nod and a smile before he turned back to the table, "I'm sorry guys I gotta go," he said quietly looking over at Ron and Hermione, "congratulations, again."

Ron chuckled, shaking his head, "you better go apologize for being a dick."

"Piss off," Harry answered, heading over to Draco.

His cheek was pressed to his arms, folded up over his sports jacket with that quiet snore falling from his lips. Harry stared down at him a moment, thinking back to less than a week ago when he got back from his first extended case. Draco fast asleep in their bed, how could I risk losing this? He thought with a frown before reaching out and sliding his hand over Draco's cheek.

The blonde swiped at his hand, "not now Potter." He grumbled turning his face slightly, three seconds later that light snore started again. Soft, quiet, and sweet. There wasn't a single thing sweet about snoring but Harry couldn't think of a better way to describe Draco's.

"Draco," he whispered, kissing his cheek, "let's get you home." He said trailing his finger over his jawline. Draco's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes opening slowly and he took in his surroundings. Harry smiled, "come on, love, let's get you to bed."

Harry offered his arms when Draco stayed still, still adjusting to his surroundings and after a moment he scooted over in the chair and laid his cheek against Harry's hip shutting his eyes again. "Do you hate me?"

"Never in a million years, Draco Malfoy." Potter ran his hand over his soft hair, "do you hate me?"

"No," Draco whispered, eyes closed tightly, "I'm sorry."

"Me too," Harry answered him and moved slowly to crouch down, "I'm gonna get you up, Malfoy," he added and with a small grunt he scooped Malfoy into his arms, grabbed his jacket from the table and laid it over him before heading towards the walkway. "alright baby, next stop home."

He opted for apparating and they landed in the middle of their bedroom. Harry sat Draco on the edge of the bed as soon as they surfaced, who lolled backwards stretching out on the comforter with a long, tired sigh.

"Still with me Malfoy?" Harry smiled to himself, he had more to say, so much more but he'd wait. Using his wand he got the man undressed leaving him in his boxers only and slid him up to his pillow before pulling the covers tight around him. Then he crawled over to his side to hurry under the covers once he was naked. Wrapping Draco tight in his arms and pulling him close. The man didn't make a sound, just laid his head back on Harry's shoulder breathing hard. Harry nuzzled against his neck with a soft kiss, "I love you Draco," he whispered softly, "sleep well."

Draco lifted the blankets back up, crawling under them again and right up against Harry. "Mmm?" Harry glanced down having woken up when he felt Draco wrap round him, "good morning." He whispered softly, kissing his temple.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"Did you shower?" Harry asked quietly, brushing his nose against his hairline and taking a deep breath.

"I felt dirty," Draco chuckled quietly glancing up.

"The garden?"

"I'm not very much a fan of rolling in the dirt or sleeping on tables."

Harry frowned and pulled Draco closer, "I'm sorry..."

Draco tilted his head back, giving Harry a small look, "oh, shut up, Potter."

"No, I'm serious." He caught Draco's chin, kissing him softly, "I was a dick."

"I mean it," he sighed, shaking his head. "Stop talking about it."

Harry studied his face, "okay," he offered a small smile before letting out a quiet laugh. "We're different..."

"What?"

"Us," Harry lifted his shoulder, "this is different. Usually it's all arguments and makeup sex." Draco shifted, his eyebrow raised and he smirked at him. "I know, I know..." Harry groaned.

"What do you know?"

"We can have makeup sex," he answered, speaking as if he were Malfoy, putting that small little drawl on the word sex - the one that Draco often used when he was trying to make Harry flustered.

Draco snorted leaning forward and he pressed their lips together with a kiss, "I do not sound like that."

"Yes you do." Harry answered with the same voice, "'call me sir and give me a blowjob! Right now!'"

Draco, rolling his eyes, shook his head, "I have never said that in my life."

Harry smirked, "oh, you haven't, hm?" He laid Draco back against his pillow, hovering over him, "what was it you said last night? Oh, that's right... 'want to make me feel good, baby?'"

Draco flushed, his eyes growing wide, "stop it, Harry."

Harry grinned flicking his tongue out along his bottom lip, "are you blushing, Draco Malfoy?"

Draco gave him a glare and flipped the two over, making quick work to press Harry on his back and he rested on his chest, "shut up, Potter." Draco pressed their lips together with a kiss before Harry could answer.

It was long, slow, and soft. It filled every one of Harry's senses. All he could taste was Draco, all he could feel was Draco's soft body against his hands, all he could smell was Draco's body wash when he buried his face against his neck, all he could hear was the way Draco's breath was coming out in a hot burst and all he could see was the blonde laying against him. Harry and Draco had never done this before, this was different.

It was a kiss that was never ending, each time their lips parted to kiss another part of their bodies it was as if it was only a pause. Harry's lips kept finding Draco's, and Draco's kept searching for Harry's.

This was different, this was real.

"Draco," Harry whispered against his lips, his eyes open waiting for Draco to look at him.

Finally he did, his head tilting back while his hands roamed down Harry's bared chest, "yes?"

"I...w-want you."

"I know, Potter, working on it," he snapped, and for some reason the mood didn't diffuse.

Harry chuckled quietly, "I mean I want you to uh, well," he shifted with a tickle when Draco's hand tweaked a nipple and sucked in a deep breath, "to take me..." He rushed to say, glancing away. He wasn't quite sure how to ask for it, he never had before, one night weeks ago when Draco had teased him while he was drunk, he hadn't asked for it, but this was different. This was all the more Harry had been craving.

Draco paused, dropping his hand, "what?"

"Please."

"Potter...?"

"I mean, well," Harry let out a slow breath and grabbed at Draco's hands, pulling them up to his lips.

"You've never done that before," Draco whispered at him, watching Harry kiss each of his digits.

"Yeah, but," he started proudly, pushing the nerves away for a second, "I practiced."

"What?"

"I mean on my own!" Harry hurried to explain, meeting his look.

"Potter," Draco shook his head, "we'll see." Harry nodded, kissing his fingers again before wrapping his lips around his index finger with a soft suckle.

Draco mimicked his mouth as he watched, feeling a pull in his groin, Harry wrapped his tongue around the digit before dragging it out of his mouth. Draco's mouth pressed to Harry's as soon as it was free pressing his hands back on his body and that saliva coated finger brushed over his nipple.

Harry shivered, moaning into Draco's mouth. He wrapped both of his arms around Draco's waist, pulling the man onto his lap sitting himself up. Draco slid against his thighs and bucked himself up against Harry's bare chest, over his muscles, he looked down between them, "why are you so bloody perfect?" He growled, watching his cock slide against Harry's cut abs.

Harry groaned at the question, Draco knew he wasn't a huge fan of him saying things like that but he wasn't thinking about that right then. He was just thinking Harry. All Harry. Harry who wanted him, Harry who wanted to feel him in every way possible, that was all he could think about. Draco reached down between them, the head of his cock sliding over Harry's abs, wrapping his hand around Harry's own length and stroking him just as he rocked his hips forward against his body. He moved his hand and hips in sync and before he knew it he was the one on edge. Which wasn't the intention, he needed Harry to be the one ready to blow. Draco let out a shudder of a breath finally looking away from where their bodies were touching, his slick precum made the defined marks of Harry's chest glisten.

Potter looked down between them then back up to Draco with a small smile, "it's okay...?"

Draco tsk-ed in annoyance, his hand cinching the head of Harry's length before letting go of him. "Lay down," he demanded giving Harry's shoulder a small push, who quickly laid back and his head rested against Draco's pillow, he could barely make out the blonde taking himself down his legs with the blanket leaving the both of them naked and exposed. He became painfully aware of the difference between Draco and himself in a way he had never noticed before. This was the first time in his life anyone had ever had him in this position with a stream of sunlight pouring in from the window showing off every part of his body.

Harry was hairier than Draco. While Draco preferred to be smooth and hairless, legs included, Harry had just never thought about it. Draco didn't often go down on him, and now that he was the one staring down between his legs he felt insecure. If Draco minded, Harry noted, he didn't say anything. And he would have... He thought darkly, before jumping and looking back down.

Draco was on his knees between Harry's legs, back arched and a cat-like smile on his lips as he slid his tongue up the length of Harry's cock. "Your attention, please, Potter." He whispered, and held up a bottle of a lube, "I need you to relax."

"I am!" Harry said as he watched Draco squeeze a small amount of lube on two fingers. A much smaller amount than Harry ever used, he noted before feeling those two fingers slide between his arse and circle his opening. This was completely different than when he had done it himself, Harry had been clumsy and rough bent over at an awkward angle trying to figure out how to fuck himself.

He had lied to Draco, he didn't get further than his own index finger because he couldn't get comfortable. But, Harry wanted this. More than anything, he wanted to feel Draco everywhere. He wanted to be Draco's. He's much better at this then I am, Harry thought, his eyes on the ceiling as he relaxed and felt just what he was doing. He felt like an alien, he needed something normal, wait.. doesn't he usually do something for me? Like talking?! Harry grew tense again, trying to think of literally anything to say.

Draco bit Harry's left thigh hard, harder than needed, "Potter," he whispered at the man, "pay attention."

"To wha-attt!?" He yelped as Draco pushed one of his fingers in, filling Harry with one quick thrust of his hand.

"Me," he winked up at the man, moving his hand slowly to pump his finger in and out of his arse a few times and on the fourth thrust his middle joined and the two slid in. Harry was flushed, his breath came out in a rush and his butt clenching around Draco's fingers. He felt the two digits wiggle before sliding the rest of the way in, "relax Harry," Draco whispered softly his voice caressing him while his mouth, heavy and breathy, spoke over his cock. Harry felt him reach for his hand, he wrapped his fingers around his wrist and pulled it down between the two of them.

"M-Malfoy?"

"Draco," he smiled at him, a real wide smile, looking absolutely stunning. "Touch yourself for me, baby?" Harry swallowed nervously, the remark he had about Draco using that tone fell from his mind the moment he thought it. They had never done that in front of each other, except one time their very first night and that had been Draco. Sexy Draco with his smirk and whore-like moaning each time Harry called him a slut. Harry's hand gave a small shake, and he wrapped his fingers around his own length sliding his fist up and down himself slowly, awkwardly. Draco smiled at Harry, his teeth tugging at his own bottom lip, "mm, look at you."

Harry nodded dumbly, jumping forward when he felt Draco's fingers reach deep inside to his prostate. A rather sinful moan came hurdling out of his lips and Harry squeezed himself tightly giving his cock a long, slow pull.

"Did you like that?" Draco asked, aiming for it again, his fingers curved brushing it again softly.

"Fuck!" Harry breathed out, his own hand moving faster as he stroked his hard throbbing length.

"Shh, shh," Draco had a smile on his face, his eyes still studying Harry's face. All he wanted was to watch Harry lose his mind, that was his favorite, "we can do it just like this, this time Potter it's okay."

"No." He answered in a hushed tone, "more."

Here he goes demanding more again... he thought but nodded his understanding and pulled his fingers out of Harry's arse then he grabbed Harry's hand from himself making him stop. Harry watched as, what he would call, two expert hands set to work. The bottle of lube was in view again and he watched Draco pour it right over the head of his cock. It dribbled down the side of his length before he slipped two fingers up to catch it and those same two fingers spread it around his length and then he brushed them over Harry's arsehole again.

Draco leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss before he grabbed a pillow, "lift up for me," he coaxed and slid the pillow under his hips when he moved. Harry was still, following every command he was given, captivated by everything he was doing. "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" He murmured, and Harry felt his legs being pushed open before his left was lifted just slightly. His knee being bent slowly, carefully, "hey," Draco cradled his thigh softly, his fingers wrapped around the muscles just past the knee, "no safe word tonight, Harry," he said once he had his attention.

Harry could feel him pressed against his opening, the head of his cock sliding over him. He looked at Draco sucking in a deep breath in anticipation, he wanted this more than anything. He wanted to feel Draco inside of him. He needed this.

"Just say stop if you need me to." Draco was saying, his lips pressed against Harry's cheek, then nose and then his lips.

I've never made him feel this way before, I've never made him feel this type of love before... Harry reached up wrapping his hand through Draco's hair, keeping him captive and Draco pushed in slowly. Harry gasped loudly against his mouth at the feeling it was ten times more intense then Draco's fingers, it was everything he thought it would be. A little sore, he'd admit, but the more he relaxed the more he realized how good it felt. He had never felt anything quite like it in his life.

Draco broke the kiss resting their foreheads together, his hips moving slowly and it wasn't until his pelvis rested against Harry's lifted, curved, perfect arse that he stopped moving and gave him a small smile, "you okay, baby?"

"Stop talking, Draco." Harry grunted, kissing him and giving his ass a small shake as if to make his point.

"Someone's rather demanding," Draco mused, but pulled himself out just slightly, "you're unbelievably tight, Potter." He whispered before jerking forward, filling him with a quick thrust. Harry moaned loudly, "I think you like this," he added in a husky voice, doing it again just to hear that moan. Harry's head fell back against the bed, his eyes closing and he let his right leg fall off the mattress, spreading himself open and wide. It felt good, too good, Harry was gone. Draco smirked filling him again, just to hear the man moan the way he was. That unadulterated, real, raw sound that rang through the bedroom each time Draco filled him. The blonde pressed his palms against Harry's chest, sliding them down around his hips and he pulled Harry up to meet him.

"A-ah Draco," he whispered reaching for his hands, "Draco." He breathed out again, softly, begging.

Draco glanced down at him, "mmhm?"

"It feels so good," he said through a crackly voice, his eyes shut and Draco could feel him rotating his own hips.

"Look at you," he teased, bending and giving his neck a small kiss. Harry whimpered, tilting his head. He wanted more, he wanted everything. Draco rocked himself forward up into Harry. He scraped his teeth across his jaw softly, flicking his tongue out and continued down his throat. Sinking his teeth into the tight, strained skin that connected Harry's neck and shoulder, his name yelped from Harry's lips the moment he gave his skin a hard suck. "Won't you show me how good you feel, Potter?"

"Y-yes," he groaned at Draco, his breath coming out heavy and rushed. Harry felt his whole body shaking beneath Draco's hands. The man had knitted his fingers through Harry's thick hair, forcing his neck back again for another bite and suck on his skin, and he aimed that thrust back in again. It was quick and hard and Harry cried out loudly, Draco's name falling from his lips just the way Draco liked to hear it when he came. Hard and fast, his semen coated his own chest and those rock hard abs Draco couldn't get enough. The blonde released his neck, and his arse with one last quick jerk of his hips.

Harry whined, grabbing for his waist and holding Draco close, "more?" He begged, turning his head to meet him - he hadn't even realized Draco had finished he was so out of it, his bright green eyes were glazed over in lust when they found Draco's.

"Merlin, Potter," Draco laughed tiredly, reaching down between the both of them to move his sensitive cock. "What's gotten into you?"

"I just want all of you." He kept Draco pressed to his chest, kissing his shoulder, "more of you."

"You've had all of me," Draco smirked, offering a playful wink up at the man, "You came without touching yourself, I think you like being fucked quite a bit..." he added quietly, brushing Harry's messy hair behind his ear.

"That felt ten times more amazing then anytime we've ever had sex before." He answered truthfully, "you're so... good at it."

Draco offered a quiet hum, twisting a lock of the dark hair around a finger and tucking it back behind his ear, "let me up, Potter."

"No," Harry wrapped his right leg around Draco's keeping him hostage. "You were so demanding it was kinda hot."

"I do wear it well," Draco grinned trailing his finger through his stubble playfully, "I'll do it anytime you'd like, Harry James Potter."

"Right now?"

"You need to shower," Draco corrected him with a nibble on his chin, the both of them quiet for a moment. "Harry?"

"What?"

"Are we okay?"

"Yes," Harry glanced up towards him, meeting his eyes with a wink, "we'd be even bett-.."

Draco reached down and slapped his hand over his mouth hard and quick, "if you say it I'm going to gag you." Harry's eyes fluttered, and his cock gave a twitch between the both of them. "No," Draco warned when he rocked forward sliding against Draco's hip, "shower, Potter, you are rather dirty right now."

"I'mnotdirty," he answered from behind his hand, shifting his hips upwards again.

"Yes, you are," Draco dropped his hand, grabbed his wand from the bedside table and muttered a cleansing charm for the both of them. Harry's a little different than usual, it would have helped clean all of him, caused the Gryffindor to jolt forward before grimacing at Draco, "I was being nice."

"Don't do that, it felt weird!" He whined, the mood ruined - for now. Finally dropping his leg and arm, "let me up."

"Manners Potter."

"Now. I have to go shower," he scowled, shoving at Draco's hips.

Who chuckled quietly, "say please."

"I am stronger than you, Malfoy."

"Try me." He waved his wand in front of Harry's face, "who's quicker?"

"Me, even on your best day."

"I doubt that, baby," Draco was laughing, not even realizing he let the pet name slip. One he typically only used when the two were shagging. He didn't do it very often and it was rare enough to make Harry's heart stutter. "I'm pretty quick."

"Please let me up Draco," he whispered the question, rubbing his cheek against Draco's, hearing the soft scritching noise his hair made against the smooth soft skin.

"Since you asked so nicely," Draco rolled to the side, pressing his knees against Harry's side and giving him a push until he got up, "I'm getting more sleep." He added, jerking the sheet that was laying over the side of the bed up and over himself, "so be quiet."

Harry smiled and bent to give him a soft kiss on his cheek, "did I tire you out, Draco Malfoy?" He murmured brushing the white-blonde hair out of his face.

"Yes, you've been very sexually demanding lately and I need rest." Draco pouted, snuggling against Harry's pillow, "and, of course, I always have to do all of the work."

"You demand to do all the work," Harry stood up straight and aimed a smack at his backside.

"You just said it was hot," Draco gave his bottom a wiggle under the covers and before Harry could give him another smack he felt a foot press to his thigh with a push, "now go away, I'm sleeping."

Harry grabbed his ankle softly, rubbing his thumb over the topside of his foot, "would you like me to make you breakfast when I'm done?"

"No," Draco peeked an eye open, glancing over his shoulder, "I'd like for you to come hold me when you're done."

"Yes sir," Harry smiled and dropped his ankle to the bed, "I'll be right back," he added shutting the bathroom door behind himself.

And, On The Next Episode...

These boys are about to have a talk they should have a while ago, Teddy stays the night and one of them will most definitely spoil him rotten.

Don't hate Draco. He can't help he's damaged - it's really my fault at this point.