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Chapter ten: I love you.

Pansy Parkinson was FURIOUS. She had overheard Tracey, Millicent and Daphne talking about her, but as soon as they saw her they snapped their mouths shut and just glared. She stormed past them moodily and left the Common Room with as much grace as she could muster.

She would find out what the Blood Traitors were talking about. She heard her name being whispered, but couldn't catch any other part of the conversation.

Goyle was waiting for her outside the Great Hall. They would both sneak in as soon as meals began and then sneak back out before anyone could see them. They were fed up of hiding, but they were both more fed up of the stinging hexes that hit them on a daily basis. Classes weren't much better. Pansy would keep her head down and try to remain inconspicuous but it never worked.

Other Students, especially the Gryffindors would throw things at her, tip ink on her work, or trip her up as she was walking. There must be something she could do to tarnish the reputation of Potter and Malfoy and the rest of their clan. Something that neither she, nor Goyle had quite figured out yet.

There wasn't many people who were scared of the Slytherins anymore. So Pansy couldn't make people fear her like she once could. Not now Malfoy had befriended Gryffindors of all people. And, what made things even worse is that no one seemed to respect blood purity anymore, just look at Draco! He was dating a Half-blood. A Half-blood. Of all the people he could've been with, and he chooses Harry fucking Potter. He was once a great man, with so much to live for and he still could be if he just came back and grovelled at Pansy's feet for her forgiveness. She would grant it immediately, of course, and it would show Draco what a perfect Lover and a perfect Lady Malfoy she would be.

Pansy didn't even particularly care that he was gay, although she would have rather he fell in love with her, these things can't be helped. They could get married, have a baby and have lovers on the side, if that's what he really wanted.

But even so, Draco could have had his pick of any Pure-Blooded, rich and good looking man, but he decided to get with the very Gryffindor, the very Half-blooded, idiot that was Potter. She couldn't get her head around it.

Her family had been Pure for generations, although she had never looked up her family history herself. Her Parents had always told her that she came from a very rich, powerful and Pure-blooded line, on both her Mother and her Father's side. Just like Draco Malfoy.

Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco.

She couldn't get the blonde, pointy faced Bastard out of her head.

She wanted him, badly.

She had him once, and she came damn well have him again...

Anyway, what was she thinking of. Oh yes, how delightfully Pure her family was.

She was a Pure-blood and Potter wasn't. His Mother was a filthy Mudblood that didn't belong in the Wizarding World. Hers wasn't.

Although, she had noticed something odd about her Mother. More so since her Father died, but occasionally, something would happen and Pansy had never quite understood it.

Mrs. Parkinson would always say she was a Pure-blood, but sometimes she defended herself a little too much. Like when you're 13 and you fancy the pants off one blonde Slytherin. You try to deny it, but you deny it so much that everyone knows you're lying.

Like that, but on a much bigger scale.

And she always drunk that LOTS of that red wine that smelled peculiar.

Plus, her temper tantrums were a hundred times worse than Pansy's.

Not that any of that mattered, because she was a Pure-blood and her Mother was normal.

Wasn't she?

Despite her reluctance to do so, Pansy realised there was something not quite right going on with her Mother. Ever since her Daddy died, his Wife was getting more and more angry over everything and nothing and she was drinking a hell of a lot more. Grief was one thing, Pansy knew. But this went further than that.

And now she had her ex friends plotting something against her, and she would find out what it was.

She sighed dramatically and Goyle looked at her, his expression bored.

'What's wrong now?' He asked.

'Nothing, Goyle. Eat up so we can go.'

Goyle had the same mind set as Pansy. He was a Pure-blood, so therefore he was better than everyone who wasn't. But, he was stupid and he would generally follow anyone who paid him a bit of attention.

He did miss Draco, a bit. Even though he was a Blood-traitor who needed to be taught a lesson. He didn't think that to start with, but when Pansy told him so, he believed her, no questions asked.

But then again, Pansy done things for him that Draco just didn't. Not that he wanted him to. He was normal. He was straight. He was definitely into girls and not boys.

Definitely.

He was, after all, Pansy's boyfriend.

'Oh my!' Luna cried as she opened her mail over breakfast.

The Ravenclaws glanced at the eccentric girl, but they soon lost interest and turned back to their own lives. She stood up abruptly and rushed over to the Gryffindor table where the Lions were sat, looking sleepy and bleary-eyed.

'Look!' She squealed as she thrust a copy of the 'Witch Weekly' under Harry's nose. He threw his head back, took the paper off Luna and read with wide open eyes.

'No way!' He gasped.

The other Gryffindors took turns in reading the magazine, each laughing as they passed it around the group. Harry jumped up and couldn't help but taking it over to Draco and the Slytherins.

Draco, Blaise, Theo and Daphne all read it together and their simultaneous grins lit up the whole table.

'Non-Pure Parkinsons? Generations of lies from one of Britain's most prominent families!' (Page 3 for more details.)

It has come to our realization that one of Britians most powerful families, isn't as clean as they once made out.

Oh yes, we know Lord Parkinson tarnished their immaculate reputation last year by being outed as a Death Eater, but this goes beyond anything we would ever thought.

We have solid proof from renowned Geologist Michael Emmett that the Parkinsons, do in fact have Vampire roots.

Not just any Vampire. Hell, if they were members of the Laronian Clan then they'd be highly esteemed in Society.

The Parkinsons are Sophorians.

Sophorians. Can you believe it? Or at least part-Sophorians, but that's neither here nor there.

The youngest member of the family doesn't seem to have inherited these genes, but Lady Parkinson, Head of the House, definitely has. After some research we found some people willing to give a statement. Our sources say:

'I've known Lady Parkinson a long time and there was always something different about her. She acted like the perfect Pure-Blood wife, but she often lept to her own defence with no reason to, declaring that her family has been pure for generations. I noticed that she wold get angry more often than was usual, and her eyes seemed to go red when she did lose her temper. I always thought it was a figment of my imagination, but it obviously wasn't.'

Is it the fact they are what they are that has made us so angry? Or, is it the lies they've piled upon us for years?

Let us know! your thoughts on the matter! (Read page 5 for a detailed report from Mr Michael Emmett.)

Wilhelmina Smithett. Witch Weekly reporter.

'You have got to be kidding me? Who done this!' Daphne squealed.

'No idea.' Draco replied with a shake of his head.

'Well, it certainly wasn't me.' Harry muttered with a grin.

'Ahem.'

Everyone looked up to see Theo sitting upright with a smug grin across his face.

'You!' They exclaimed in unison.

'Me.' He said with a small laugh. 'Oh and Luna and her Father of course. The editor of 'Witch Weekly' is a close friend of Mr Lovegood. He didn't think the 'Quibbler' would get enough attention and he really thought this should be out in the open. Michael is my Mother's cousin, he's been doing this sort of thing for years, that, with my investigation skills and Luna's gut feeling we were bound to find something.'

After a brief laugh and chat, Harry was about to make his way back to the Gryffindor table when a bolt of red narrowly missed his head.

'YOU!' Pansy screeched, making those around her hold their ears.

'YOU FUCKING FILTHY HALF-BLOODED FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU YOU DAMNED FREAK!'

Harry was so shocked, he couldn't move. The word 'freak' made him flashback of his less than perfect childhood.

Draco lept to his defence immediately, as did the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. Draco's face had changed slightly due to his anger at Pansy. He pulled his wand out and thrust it in the Witches face.

'You attack him again and I will not hesitate to kill you.'

Harry felt weak and stupid for not being able to defend himself, but the love that Draco had for him radiated off the blonde in waves, and that more than made up for it.

The gathered Students nodded in agreement, their faces set in a hard frown. The looks they were giving the girl could have made the her drop down dead where she stood.

The Professors were already on the case and the Students had all been directed to either get back to dinner or follow Snape to the Heads office.

Pansy was being half-dragged by the collar by the Potions Professor and Draco followed a few steps behind with his arms wound so tightly around Harry that the Gryffindor couldn't breathe.

'No one touches what's mine. No one. I'm going to fucking kill the bitch.' Draco muttered to himself as he shot daggers at the girl in front of him.

'Draco, I'm okay. Calm down.'

'She could have hurt you Harry. Nobody hurts you, do you understand?' The blonde growled.

'I can defend myself, Draco.' Harry said as he tried to pull away from his mate.

Draco just clung tighter. 'Fuck, Dray. You're hurting me.'

The Slytherin withdrew his arms quickly, he didn't mean to. He was so angry that some jealous, vile individual had tried to hurt his beloved, he wasn't thinking straight.

'Sorry Harry.' He said quietly, fully chastised. 'You were nearly hurt, and I couldn't stop her from doing it. I'm meant to protect you. I should have stopped the stunner before it came anywhere near you.'

'You can't protect me 24/7. We had this conversation, I told you I could look after myself and I asked you not to jump in every five minutes.'

'I know, but I was right there!'

'It still wasn't your fault.'

'Harry...'

'I don't want to hear anymore on the matter Dray. Leave it.'

Draco wasn't happy but he did what his mate asked. They finally got to the staircase and Snape muttered something about Candy Canes, before dragging Pansy up the stairs and beckoning Harry and Draco to follow.

'Miss Parkinson. Mr Malfoy. Take a seat. Mr Potter is everything okay?'

Snape gave a brief overview about what had happened and the Heads face set in a cold, hard line.

'Are you okay Harry? Have you been to see Poppy?' She asked hastily.

'I'm okay thanks Professor, I didn't get hit. It missed my head by about a millimetre.'

She nodded and turned toward Pansy.

'Explain yourself. How dare you attack another Student!'

'They are the reason my family name is now in the gutter. How dare you make up such lies!?' She raged at Harry and Draco.

'That is not an adequate reason for attacking Mr Potter, with a stunner, at close range. To the head. You will be facing expulsion.'

'WHAT! NO! You can't do this. Please!' Pansy cried.

'I think as Headmistress I can. You have until 10am to collect your belongings. Your Mother will be here to collect you then. You will also be chaperoned by another Professor as I don't trust you not to act out against any of your classmates.'

'My Mother will get revenge.' Pansy growled, knowing that there was no point in defending herself any longer.

'What, your Vampire Mother?' McGonagall sneered in a way that sounded odd as sneering was not in her nature. The Headmistress wasn't one to be judgemental against other races and half breeds, but even she didn't have any time for the Soph Vamps. They were a ruthless and vile race, and even though Pansy wasn't one, she was a nasty and horrible young Lady, who had no respect for anyone.

'How dare you!' The ex-Slytherin shrieked.

'You bought this on yourself. I will not have your Mother entering a school of innocent Children, not in her current state of mind. She will floo here with an Auror and you will both leave with the Auror.'

Pansy was shaking with anger, but there was nothing she could do. The Headmistress was much more skilled than she, and Draco and Harry were a formidable force when angered. Hell, they were a force to be reckoned with even when they were happy and laughing.

'I'll just get my things then shall I?' She said quietly.

'Yes, please do. Professor Snape will come with you.'

Severus had been in the office while the meeting was going on, but he was stood in the corner with a stone cold expression on his face.

'Come along then, Parkinson. I want you out of my house as soon as possible.' Snape muttered.

She left slowly, following Snape and his billowing robes.

'I'm sorry that you had to go through that Harry, there was bound to be someone who didn't approve of yours and Mr Malfoys relationship. That article didn't help either.'

'I didn't do it. Neither did Draco.'

The Headmistress raised her eyebrow, but said nothing more. 'Go and enjoy the rest of your breakfast, there should be about half an hour left.'

The two boys turned to leave but Minerva called them back.

'Oh, sorry it took so long but your new rooms are ready for you now. You may move in this evening. I will get one of the House Elves to show you the way after classes have finished.'

'Thank you, Professor.' The two muttered in unison, the happiness evident in their voices.

'You're welcome boys, now shoo.'

They left the office and slowly made their way down to breakfast. Everyone was still there and they all wanted to know what had transpired in the Heads' office. They told their friends and when the news of Pansy's expulsion made itself known, the group erupted into cheers. The Slytherins soon found out and out of the entire house only 2 people were angry about it.

'I can't believe that bitch is finally going!' Seamus roared as he slapped Harry on the shoulder. The others shared his sentiments entirely.

Only Draco could tell that something was wrong with Harry. He wasn't his usual vibrant self and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried. But, then again, everything Harry done worried him. It was in his Veela instincts. If he had his way, Harry would be chained to him and there wouldn't be a single second of the day where the raven-haired teen wouldn't be in his line of sight, or out of reach. Or anything.

Before Charms, Draco pulled Harry into an alcove and kissed him fiercely before giving him a tight squeeze.

'Gonna tell me what's bothering you?'

'Nothing...'

'Don't lie to me Harry. I can basically feel you.'

'I fine, just pissed off 'cuz of Pansy. That's it.'

'No, there's more. Tell me.'

'Dray...'

'Don't 'Dray' me. You need to tell me.'

Draco hated to do it, but he used his dominance to 'encourage' Harry to tell him. If Harry was upset, Draco would do anything in his power to rectify that.

'Pansy called me a freak. I don't like being called a freak. It brings up bad memories that I'd much rather forget.'

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and Draco kissed his eyelids. 'You aren't a freak. Don't listen to a word she says. Everything that comes out of her mouth is made to harm.'

'I know, but I still don't like it.' Harry hated showing weakness, but he figured and hoped Draco wouldn't ever hold it against him.

'You don't have to like it as it will never happen again. I promise.'

Harry gave Draco a smile that melted the blonde's heart.

'I love you.' Harry whispered against Draco's lips.

'And I love you, more than anything.'

The rest of the day went pretty slowly, Harry only had Charms and Defence and then Quidditch after lunch, but he used his free time to catch up on homework. Although he was only taking 4 classes, he was doing advanced N.E.W.T level in each one, which would essentially give him 2 N.E.W.T.S per class. Only a handful of Students were doing such a high level, and the rest of the Students were taking on average 6 classes. Blaise Zabini and Draco was doing advanced Charms, Transfig and Potions while Hermione was doing advanced levels in all her classes except Runes and Transfig. Ron had 5 classes and even he was doing advanced D.A.D.A. Daphne, Millie, Tracey and Theo were doing advanced Potions, but that was the only higher class they opted for, as they were all doing seven classes each. Most of the 8th year Hufflepuffs, plus Neville were doing advanced Herbology, while Luna took Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology and Transfiguration. Ginny, of course was doing D.A.D.A and Charms. Dean and Seamus were both doing D.A.D.A with the others, but Dean was also doing Potions. A subject that shocked his classmates as he had never showed any promise previously. Harry had gotten better at Potions during the War and he found that when he wasn't under the harsh eye of Snape, he actually enjoyed it. Draco proved to be a massive help with this and under his watchful eye, Harry was doing really well.

All in all, their friendship group was an intelligent bunch. It helped that each and every one of them had life skills to help them along and each had a talent they wanted to expand on. The all aspired to make the world a better place, each in their own little (or big) ways.

On top of his lessons, Harry was also Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, a role he took very serious indeed. And and within the next two weeks, Professor McGonagall was giving her 7th and 8th year Students the chance to train in the art of Anamagi.

So, despite his select few choices, Harry was still ridiculously busy. Most of his friends, both old and new, wouldn't really give him a break either. He remembered the beginning of the year when Hermione and Ron literally forced him on to the train and proceeded to follow him everywhere. Now he had Draco, it wasn't so tiresome. He loved Ron and Hermione like siblings, but he hated being the third wheel in their personal snogging marathon.

Now he had his own, and he could understand why they were so intent to snog like they wouldn't get another chance. They still thought he was delicate after the war and he supposed he was a little bit, what with his horrific nightmares and such, but ever since he got with Draco it gave him peace of mind and he was perfectly content.

During dinner, Draco sat at the Gryffindor table and nobody batted an eyelid like they had the first time he did it. He felt right at home now there was no bad blood between the houses.

'We get out own room tonight.' Harry said quietly to his two best friends, he smiled brightly. He really couldn't wait. He was going to miss the Tower, but he was looking forward to actually having private time with his blonde.

'We know, you've been going on about it all day.' Hermione said briskly, although she was trying to hide her grin. She loved seeing Harry happy.

'Are we ever going to see you?' Ron asked. 'Or you gonna be shagging all the time?'

Seamus and Dean overheard and snorted into their Pumpkin juice and some of the nearby Girls erupted into giggles.

'Ronald!' Hermione chastised, her ears going pink.

'Well, I want to know if I'm going to be seeing my best mate before school ends. We all know why Magical Creatures get their own space...'

Draco raised his eyebrow. 'Explain?'

'Well, they have a ridiculously high sex drive don't they? I'm sure I heard that somewhere. It's not just Veela though, but when it's still all new it's hard to separate yourselves, isn't it?'

Draco leered at Harry, making the boy blush. 'Well done, someone's been reading up. I'm surprised you haven't been doing some research, Harry. After all it does involve YOU!'

'Draco, shut up!' Harry whispered furiously. He was going a beautiful shade or red and Draco couldn't help but grin, Harry wasn't innocent, but the mention of sex got him really riled up.

After about 10 minutes of being picked on by his mates, Harry decided that he had enough and stood up and stormed out of the hall.

Draco rolled his eyes and stood up to follow. 'See you later.' He said before taking off after Harry.

'I don't know why he takes such offence.' Ron muttered.

'Yeah, we all know he's not exactly innocent...' Dean said, as he nodded in agreement of Ron.

'He probably doesn't want his private life general knowledge! You know he has a thing about that. Maybe if you stopped and thought for a minute you'd understand.' Hermione said with an oddly authoritative tone to her voice. The boys hadn't heard that voice for a while and they all muttered 'sorry' and hung their heads almost shamefully. Despite Hermione's reprimand, they couldn't help but grin. Harry was just too easy to wind up.

Warning: SLASH.

Harry was stomping around the castle, not really knowing where to go. The House-Elf was meant to fetch him and Draco after dinner, but he went and ran off so he had no idea what was happening. He sank back against the wall and sat on the cool floor. Merlin, why couldn't they just shut up? Yeah it was funny at first but when they kept repeating themselves it became annoying and embarrassing. Harry hated his private life being the knowledge of everyone. Everyone else might like to tell the world how many people they've shagged but he most certainly didn't.

Ron and Hermione knew about Harry's sexual encounters, and who they were with. But that was kept on the down low so nobody else could find out. 'Mione respected his privacy, but he wasn't 100% sure Ron did.

'Hey Harry.' A soft voice carried down the hallway.

The Gryffindor turned his head and was shocked to see Draco sat next to him on the floor.

'I'm sorry for being mean, babe.' Draco whispered as he took Harry's hand in his own. 'I love you. We were just joking. Promise.'

'It's annoying.' Harry growled.

'I know it is, but the way they look at it, is the fact you get so wound up. They think it's funny, doesn't mean they like you any less.'

'Hmphh.' Harry mumbled as he gave in and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

'Come on, one of the House-Elves is going to take us to our new rooms.'

'I'm a bit nervous. Locked away with an obviously horney Veela, what will a man do?' Harry chuckled. Joking aside, he was a bit nervous about being completely alone with Draco. They had shared each others beds, but they were usually always surrounded by their friends. Harry wanted this, and he knew Draco did. He was just worried that Draco wouldn't be able to stop. They had only decided to wait, so they could get to know each other perfectly first. This was a sign of love, trust and mateship.

'Let the Veela do as he pleases, he can't wait to show his mate, just how much he loves him.' Draco said softly.

Harry shivered and took Draco's extended hand. A House-Elf, going by the name of Tinkle, showed them to their rooms, which turned out to be a spacious 3 roomed flat not far from the kitchens.

'Home sweet home!' Harry declared as he entered and threw his bag on the floor. He toed his shoes off, and made a bee line for the bedroom. When he saw the size of the bed he gasped. It was huge! He took a running jump and landed in the middle of the bed, sprawling out and pushing his feet into the soft cottony sheets.

'Dray, come here!' Harry shouted. The blonde walked in through the doorway and smiled when he saw Harry lying on the bed with his head propped in his hand.

'I've never seen a bed this big!'

'I have. My bed at home rivals this one.'

Harry raised his eyebrows and beckoned for Draco to come and lie down with him. The blonde obliged and he pressed his chest into Harry's back and placed a kiss in Harry's mop of unruly hair. He trailed kisses down his face and nipped at the exposed bit of flesh near Harry's neck.

'You okay?' He asked.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. 'Yeah...' He breathed. 'Carry on.'

'Gladly.' Draco mummered as he began his attack on Harry's skin. He removed Harry's jumper and tie, before slowly and sensually unbuttoning his shirt and finally sliding the white material over Harry's tanned and broad shoulders. Draco kissed and nipped at every bit of skin he could find before kissing the Gryffindor harshly on the mouth. The raven haired teen responded quickly and nibbled at Draco's full bottom lip.

Harry raised his hands to thread his fingers through Draco's platinum blonde hair and gently pulled the blonde closer. He tried using one hand to remove Draco's uniform and succeeded in only getting half his jumper off and pulling his tie to the side. He groaned and released Draco's hair so he could remove the offending clothes properly. He made quick work of it and fastened his mouth to the tender spot on Draco's collarbone.

'Mmm.' He moaned as Harry's tongue traced his neck and down to his chest. He shifted so that Draco was on his back and he was between his thighs, he kissed Draco before hastily removing the black trousers and slinging them over the side of the bed.

He teased the inside of Draco's thigh and traced the pale skin leading up to the prize. He'd never seen it before as he had only gotten the blonde off through his trousers. It was better than he could have ever hoped. Draco was already erect and Harry smiled seductively before engulfing Draco's member in one.

Draco gave a strangled cry as the heat of Harry's mouth covered him. He looked down to see Harry peering up at him with emerald green eyes, through thick and long lashes. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He wasn't going to last much longer, looking at that beautiful and perfect sight.

He shut his eyes and wrapped his fingers through Harry's dark mop encouraging his head to move back and forth.

'Harry...' He moaned. 'Stop... Please. I won't last.' He gasped.

Harry didn't stop, in fact, he sucked harder. Draco let out another cry and finished in Harry's mouth.

He watched in awe as the Gryffindor swallowed it down and licked his lips, almost nervously. He crawled back up the bed and nuzzled into Draco's chest.

'That was perfect.' Draco said softly, wrapping his arms around Harry's tanned body. 'Can I...?' He asked, gesturing to Harry's trouser-clad legs. Harry just nodded and Draco repeated the favour.

Harry was of a similar size to Draco and the blonde couldn't wait to finally taste the love of his life. It had been hard, and he had wanted to do this every day, but he restrained himself and waited for when Harry was ready. He knew he could have made Harry want it, but then that would have betrayed his trust and that never bade well with Harry.

Harry gasped. This felt amazing... A 1000 times better than Terry and Annie, or whatever her name was. Part of him regretted the choice he made to lose his virginity to someone he didn't love, but the other part believe things happen for a reason. Draco's hot, wet mouth felt incredible and it wasn't long before Harry was about to come.

'Fuck, Dray... Hngrhh!'

He came quickly when the Slytherin picked up the pace and Draco copied Harry by swallowing it all and licking his lips to give his lover a show. Harry beamed up at his boyfriend, who had crawled up his body and was hovering above him, propped up on his elbows either side of the Gryffindor's head.

'I love you.' The blonde whispered.

'I love you too.' Harry replied, moving his hands to brush up against Draco's stomach and then downwards. Draco twitched in response and he lowered his head to plant a kiss on Harry's plump lips.

'Insatiable, aren't you?' Draco laughed as Harry palmed his already half-erect dick.

'I'm nervous, I want to do it before I lose my courage.' Harry mumbled, his cheeks tinted with pink.

'It will hurt for a bit babe, but I promise it will feel really good soon.' Draco whispered against Harry's lips.

Harry just nodded and lifted his legs to wrap around Draco's waist. Draco relished the touch and he was so happy that Harry trusted him so much.

'Are you sure you want to do this? I can wait, I promise.'

'No, please. Do it.'

Draco nodded and smiled. He touched Harry gently and used his wand to conjure some lube. Harry winced a bit when the coldness hit his warm skin, but the lube warmed up quickly and it soon left a tingling sensation. Draco slowly entered one finger, kissing Harry the whole time. When the Gryffindor got used to the feeling, he began enjoying it, small whimpers were coming from his pouted lips and Draco had never felt more aroused. He slowly inserted a second digit and began pumping gently. Harry cried out and pushed down onto Draco's hand. He blushed and felt embarrassed despite the pleasure he was feeling.

'Don't feel embarrassed, Love. I love that you're loving it. Your face looks incredible, if only you could see what I'm seeing right now.'

Harry blushed again and bit his bottom lip. He looked like an angel and Draco felt like he was the luckiest man on the Earth.

After a few more minutes of using his hands, Draco decided that Harry was ready for more. He used some more lube to coat his straining erection and gave Harry a reassuring kiss. 'You sure?'

'Yes. Please, please.' He gasped in response.

Draco took a deep breath and aligned his cock with Harry's ass. He gently pushed but stopped when Harry jolted. He waited for a moment before Harry gave Draco a signal to continue, he kept going until he was buried inside Harry completely.

'Wait.' He cried and the blonde went to pull out, scared he was hurting Harry badly.

'No, stay in. Just give me a sec.'

Draco kissed his lover and gently started moving when Harry relaxed enough to let him move. Before long Harry was begging Draco to go harder and faster and the Gryffindor couldn't help the pleasured moans from escaping his mouth. Draco had beads of sweat dripping down his head as he snapped his hips furiously.

When Harry came for the second time, Draco couldn't help but follow straight away. The look on his lovers face just tipped him over the edge.

'Merlin, I love you so fucking much.' Draco cried as he smothered Harry's face in butterfly kisses. Harry laughed and kissed him back.

'I love you too.'

'That was beyond anything I've ever experienced in my life. Merlin, we are doing that more often.'

Harry laughed again. 'You need to wait a bit. I don't think I can handle anymore just yet.'

Draco looked concerned. 'I'm sorry baby. Is there anything I can do?'

'No. I'll be fine.' Harry replied softly. 'Do I have to bottom all the time? Not that I mind. At all.' Harry said quickly as he nuzzled Draco's chest. He knew Draco was a dominant, so he wasn't sure if he'd allow it. He wanted to try, at least once, just to see what fucking Draco was like. Being fucked by him was simply exquisite.

'We can try it, of course we can. I'd do anything for you.'

'Not today though. Tired.' Harry said sleepily.

Neither of the realised the time. It was gone 11 and the couple had been making love for nearly 4 hours. No wonder Harry was completely knackered.

'Go to sleep then babe. I love you.'

'I love you too.' Harry replied before he nodded off into a peaceful slumber.

AN: Wow longest chapter yet I think! Hope the naughty scene was okay ;)