Chapter 11

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James shrugged off his outer robe and tossed it aside before doing the same to Draco's robe only to practically rip apart his shirt just to see and feel that beautiful pale skin beneath him. Running his hands gently down Draco's chest, feeling his scars, James looked up into Draco's eyes questioning him on how he got them.

"Later. Please, I'll tell you later. Right now it would ruin the mood."

"Alright, but don't think that I'll have forgotten about it by then."

"Heh, don't worry, I won't. Now...where were we?"

"Right about here." James answered him before swooping down and taking Draco into another kiss, slowly pushing his body down on top of Draco's until he was lying on the bed.

Caressing Draco's sides, loving the feel of his soft skin beneath his calloused hands, James peppered kisses all along Draco's face and neck before finally coming down to Draco's hard pert nipples and taking one into his mouth. His hand squeezing and rolling and pulling at the other, moaning with pleasure at how Draco cried out when he did this, more than enjoying the sounds that he made or the way he arched into his body crying out for more.

Releasing Draco's nipple before backing away with one final lick, James then sat up on his knees above Draco, gazing down at him making sure that he was watching before he started unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off.

As it fell onto the bed behind him, James continued staring down at Draco, wondering just how he'd react to his now older, firmer, muscled, and slight tanned form. Littered with some scars here and there from his battles as an Auror and when he lost his memories up until now. Wondering if he still sparked that undenyable lust deep within Draco.

Draco slowly sat up, mesmerized with James' body, raising shaky hands he slowly ghosted his touch over James' face, down his neck and shoulders; feeling his firm muscles beneath before continuing on down his pecs, brushing against raising firm nipples that sprung up from the shivers in his body. Fingertips just barely grazing against his taut abdomen down to the happy trail of hair from his navel that led to a special hidden area he desired so much to see, touch and taste once more that was underneath his trousers.

Breathing heavily from the lust raging throughout his body, Draco then shakily began to unbuckle the belt on James' trousers before unbuttoning and zipping them. Leaving the top open to his ever pleasing gaze. Eyes blown wide as they took in the sheer size of James, breath hitching as he imagined what it would be like to have that huge cock pounding away deep inside of him, before licking his lips subconsciously at his thoughts.

Lifting his head to gaze up into James' hazel eyes, Draco opened his mouth and closed it, face flushing in embarrassment. Unable to ask him the question, to demand of him the action that he so desperately wanted.

"What Draco? What do you want?" James asked him, curious for his reason of sudden shyness that was so utterly adorable and damn gorgeous that it had to be illegal.

"I...I want you...I...want you...to take my mouth...to take it like...you would take me. I want to taste you so damn bad...please James...take my mouth."

Draco could hardly stop the flush from overpowering his face and the gleam of want, of nervousness, of desperate desire out of his eyes as he gazed up at James. Silently pleading with him to just take his desire and meet it head on. So to speak.

James felt his body instantly react to Draco's words, even moreso to the look on his young beautiful face as he finished, flushing and begging him with eyes to take that cute little mouth of his as his own. To force his young lover to take his cock inside of his mouth, forever knowing just who he belonged too, knowing exactly how big he was and what he tasted like.

Unable to stop himself nor wanting too, James lifting himself up onto his feet, standing on the bed for but a moment to shed both his trousers and boxer shorts leaving himself completely bare before sitting back down. This time, up against the head board where the pillows were and lounging back against them, legs open and his cock displayed out perfectly for Draco to gaze upon for his viewing pleasure however long he wished.

Draco, sat perfectly still where he was as he watched James stand up and take off his trousers and boxer shorts before lounging down against the headboard of the bed and pillows, leaving himself totally open and viewable for Draco's pleasure.

Crawling up as James crooked a finger in his direction for him to come up to him, Draco licked his lips in anticipation before sitting back on his hunches, waiting for him to say or do something.

"Take it off."

Assuming he meant the last of his clothes, Draco quickly laid back down on his back and unbuckled his belt before slipping off his trousers and silk Slytherin green boxer shorts leaving himself bare to James' eyes before chucking them away onto the floor to add to the pile of clothes that made up his own and James' pile. Now as bare as James, Draco sat and impatiently bit his lip as he watched James smirk at his reaction before reaching out his hand towards Draco and coaxing him forward.

Feeling his hand on his head, fingers running through his hair for but a moment, Draco closed his eyes and sighed softly. Only to suddenly open them immediately upon smelling the heavy musk that surrounded James' thick cock. Dark almost jet black hair surrounding the base of his prick, the tip glistening with pure white pre-cum, standing up as straight as ever; filled with blood and so aroused that even though James wore a relaxed expression on his face Draco knew that he had to be at his breaking point by now.

Opening his mouth, Draco tentatively licked at the head, tasting James and smirking to himself when he heard James groan out and feel his hand tighten in his hair.

Leaning down from glancing up to see James with a tortured expression on his face, Draco licked around the head of James' cock before slowly slipping it into his mouth and sucking on it. Earning another groan, this time outloud in the empty room leaving it to echo all around them mixing in with their heavy breathing, Draco then slowly wrapped one hand around the base of James' cock before leisurely taking it into his mouth until his lips touched the base of his hand.

Bopping his head slowly and then gaining rhythm, Draco unwrapped his hand from around James' cock and just started to take it all deep inside his mouth and throat. Deep throating him, swallowing around his cock earning himself cries of pleasure and groans of more and 'oh merlin yes!', Draco continued to bop his head up and down until he felt James suddenly tighten the hand in his hair painfully.

"Ahh! Draco! I'm...I'm gonna...cum!" James cried out, head back, body covered in sweat from Draco's close proximity.

James tightened his hand that was on Draco's head, trying to pull him off before he climaxed, failing with each passing second as he felt his release suddenly come upon him. Crying out into the room, wild and free like an animal, James spurted his hot seed down Draco's throat; loving the feel of him swallowing it down with his cock still inside his mouth trying to get every last drop.

Breaking away from James, Draco breathed heavily, body sweaty from his exersion and tingling with arousal as he imagined what was soon going to take place as soon as James caught his breath.

"Ugh...wanted...wanted to cum...inside you...not your mouth. But...give me a minute and...I'll be up for another round." James muttered out to his young lover in-between breaths.

"That's fine with me. I actually wanted to ask you something anyways." Draco replied back as he crawled up inside the V of James' legs and molded himself to the side of his body, laying his head down ontop of his heaving shoulder.

"What? What is it...you wanna...know?"

"Why did Potter let you go? I mean, didn't he fight for you to stay or did he just let you leave to come and find me?"

Sighing, breath now getting back under his control, James answered him.

"He didn't just let me go. He fought for me to stay. He didn't want me to leave and fulfill the promise that I made to you so long ago. To him...you are still his arch rival and probably on some level always will be. Like Sirius and I are with Snape...but still...we accepted him. And we will accept him into the family whether we like it or not because he's an important member of your family like Sirius is to me and Harry. He's your godfather, and as your godfather, he has a place in your heart and family like Sirius has to Harry's. Now, I may not like Snape, but I'll accept him into our family because he's apart of yours. And what's mine is yours as what's yours is mine. Even if that includes your aristocratic bastard of a father of whom, I'm not sorry to say, will only see our union as something to be proud of on your part by gaining the name with the right connections once again."

"He...my father wouldn't..."

"Draco. I don't mean to stamp down upon your father but look at it from his point of view. The Malfoy name is in the mud so to speak due to his actions as a Death Eater and the only way that you can get it right back into the finer side of society again regardless of what he did fighting for our side in the Final Battle...is to marry a proper pureblood of the Light side or...have a connection with my son like his friends have. And since you two don't have that connection, in his mind, our marriage would be one of convenience to him. Being seen as my husband, the Malfoy name would soon be brought back into the light in society that it once was and he'll be free to do whatever the hell he likes again, even if for that to happen means having to sit through a public dinner with Remus, Sirius, Harry and I; he'll shed his pride for that night alone and do it. Don't try to argue with me Draco, you know that I am right, I've known your father longer than you have."

"I...but he...he..."

"Well, if there's nothing else and this conversation hasn't completely destroyed the mood, I'm up for a bit more fun. How about you?"

Understanding that James didn't want to talk about his father or his personal views on the man anymore, Draco glanced down with his cheeks still flushed red from his earlier activity and embarrassingly asked him, "Umm...what kind of fun are we talking about here?"

"Hehehe...this kind." James answered finally before leaning down and licking Draco's ear only to whisper all the dirty things that he wanted to do to his young body.

Draco closed his eyes, body shivering in anticipation as he imagined James doing exactly what he had whispered, groaning low while biting his lip to stave off the loud sound it would've made if he hadn't.

Lying down on the bed with James once again on top of him, Draco flushed furiously before slowly bringing his arms up to the pillow underneath his head and clenching it tightly into his hands as he felt immense pleasure being given to him by James' quite talented mouth on his cock, obviously distracting him from what was going on below.

James preparing him for something much more fun than giving someone head.

Feeling his climax suddenly come upon him, Draco let out a loud cry into the room before moaning as his body relaxed enough to feel James slowly thrust in two lubed up fingers. Deciding that it would be much more fun and pleasing to prep him the muggle way instead of doing it magically, James smirked gleefully to himself as he listened with satisfaction of all the sounds and whimpers and begging that his beautiful lover was making, eyes watching the sinful picture that he made lying on the bed.

His face flushed, eyes glowing bright, chest heaving and body glistening like mad with sweat, hair plastered to the pillow and face like a soft golden halo; truly was a sight to behold. Indeed, quite sinful.

'No one will ever see you this way but me! I'll make sure of that even if I have to bury their corpse myself. No one is going to touch you, my beautiful Dragon, no one but me. They'll never see this sinful picture that you make in the height of your pleasure.' James thought to himself as he greedily and possessively gazed upon Draco, his whimpers and groans echoing out into the room, hands clenching the pillow case tightly until his knuckles were white as snow.

After finally achieving three fingers deeply thrusting into his lover, feeling him loose and ready enough for the real fun to begin, James slowly lifted up Draco's legs by the backs of his knees and leaned down until his cock was nestled against Draco's pink puckered entrance before slowly thrusting into it. His head breaking thru before the rest soon followed.

They each cried out. James in pleasure and Draco in both pain at having being taken only twice now and not yet used to the feeling and in pleasure from finally feeling James enter his willing needy body.

Stilling for a moment or two before slowly beginning to set a rhythm, James and Draco kissed once, twice, then three times.

Wrapping his arms around James' shoulders, Draco held on to his lover tightly crying out in his ear as he felt James take him on the ride of his life, crying out loud enough for him to hear how much he enjoyed having James finally take him as his once again. After yearning for him, missing him so much, only to find out that he still had him; made Draco cry tears of happiness. That he could now begin to live his own life with James there, alive and well, at his side.

Clinging harder as he felt his release come upon him, Draco could feel that by the way James' thrusts were now quickening and becoming harder, his own release wasn't too far behind. Thrusting once, twice more agianst James, Draco climaxed; arms tightening and body quivering as he spilled his seed all over his and James' stomachs and pecs. Then, moments later, James quivered erractically before stilling to climax deep inside of Draco's body. Claiming him to all those animal and human alike around them all, that this young beautiful man lying beneath him was his and his alone, as well as a fact that he had no interest in sharing nor would he ever share with anyone else.

Lying down beside Draco on the bed, body heaving with ragged breaths, James leaned down for but a moment to grab onto the sheet beneath them and slip it over their naked sweaty bodies after wiping down their bodies that had been covered in Draco's fluids. As the room began to cool with the darkened sky, James laid back against the pillows and wrapped an arm around Draco's slim waist, bringing him closer to his body as a makeshift mattress and pillow. And also, just because he missed having someone to hold at night, even moreso...the scent of Draco's hair that he so desperately wished had been on Lily's during the night's he dreamed of their past together and couldn't get back to sleep. Staying awake the whole night thinking about him and feeling guilty for marrying Lily and wishing even more times than he cared to admit that she had been Draco instead of herself. For once, just barely able to stop himself in time from calling out Draco's name as he made love to her on one of the nights that she had actually been in the mood for sex, calling out her name to please her but instead using Draco's in his head; his heart many times during their short marriage beating away with pain, betrayal to his feelings for Draco while being married to Lily, and then still thinking of him long after Harry was born. Even going so far as to wish that on some plain of the universe that Harry had been both his and Draco's child thru a special potion that allowed men to conceive and carry a child into this world instead of his and Lily's.

Returning back to the present from his thoughts of the past, James glanced down and softly kissed Draco's forehead. Then sighing happily to himself now that he had whom he had been yearning for so long in his arms before closing his eyes, James slowly wrapped his arms around Draco's waist before letting sleep take ahold of him, quickly following Draco into slumberland as the rush of their activities finally caught up with their bodies.

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Back up in the castle, Harry couldn't get comfortable enough or relaxed enough to sleep. His mind going over his words, his fathers words, his actions that led Draco to running off, to his father joining him up in the Shrieking Shack doing who knows what.

Well, Harry knew exactly what was going on up there but didn't want to acknowledge it. He didn't want to think about his own father and his school arch rival shagging away like bunnies. That was...that was just...wrong. Too weird to think about. I mean, according to Harry, it would be as if he and Snape had gotten into bed together with the way that he thought about his father and school rival going at it.

'Not that there's anything wrong with Snape, other than his attitude and the way he always finds something wrong with me, other than that I guess that if he put himself into it then he could actually be kinda handsome and good in bed...wait a minute! Why am I thinking about him like that?! I have Ginny! She's...she's...my girlfriend! My best mate's little sister but still my girlfriend of whom I l-lo-care about very much. I mean..I do love her and she loves me but...I shouldn't even be thinking about Snape at all! Him and his virile tongue. His stupid remarks and the way that he sneers everytime he looks at me...the way those obsidian eyes of his gleam with anger and cockiness that just boils my blood more than Malfoy ever could now. And those clothes...who the hell wears black clothing like that during the summer?! I mean...he HAS to have some color in that wardrobe of his. Other than black. Maybe even a good pair of lazy trousers or a nice muscle shirt to show off his body...Bloody hell! Stop it! Stop it now! Think of Ginny. Ginny and her pretty eyes, soft skin, and beautiful lips. Yeah...yeah...just...just think of Ginny. Damn it. It's not working. Maybe I should go up there and check on dad. Just to see for myself that he's okay.' Harry thought furiously to himself before slowly pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his wand and the Marauder's Map.

Leaving the boys dorm, Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not charm over himself before he tapped his wand to the map's surface and spoke the words to open its magic.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Instantly finding his father and Draco Malfoy still up in the Shrieking Shack, Harry quickly cast a silencing spell on his shoes before leaving the Common Room and Dormitory all together. Taking the same secret path that his father did, Harry eventually arrived at the entrance to the Shrieking Shack. Opening up the hatch door, Harry climbed up and shut it closed behind him before taking the stairs up to the last bedroom at the top where he first met Peter Pettigrew and learned of how he sold out his parents instead of Sirius.

'Of course they would choose that room of all places to go in and shag each other. They probably used it back when Malfoy was still stuck in the past before he had to come back home.' Harry thought somewhat bitterly, angered that they would use such a room that he and his friends once been in, that Sirius had no doubt probably been using for cover until he finally found the right time to corner Peter and get the truth out of him.

Most likely doing it on the very same bed that he had cursed Snape onto just so that he couldn't take Sirius away to be kissed by a Dementor and have his soul sucked out before he got to the real truth of the matter between him and Peter on who really sold out his parents to Voldemort.

Finally making it to the last bedroom, Harry cautiously opened the door not sure what to expect he'd find when it opened up, but what greeted him certainly wasn't something that he had been expecting at all. Especially considering how well he's come to finally know his father since this past summer.