* Chapter Warnings * - Erm...yeah, so this chapter is pretty much NC17 the whole way through. I will be adding this story to my collection at thehexfiles just in case anything happens and I'm booted from this site. Enjoy!


Harry rubbed a towel through his wet hair as he walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He draped the damp towel around his neck and opened the fridge.

His plan to cook dinner for Draco disintegrated before his eyes when he realized that the fridge was stocked full of food but he had no idea what the hell any of it was. No matter how convenient it was to have Draco's house elves do all the work, he really would have to start doing the grocery shopping himself.

He shut the fridge door with a sigh.

"Maybe I could get take-away?" he mused, then quickly discarded that idea too as he didn't know any of the local restaurants.

Harry wandered into the lounge and flopped onto the soft suede sofa. He wondered idly if there was a tv set in the room.

His attention was immediately drawn to his left wrist where his skin was still itching terribly under his new bracelet. He frowned and scratched at his skin, the area prickling uncomfortably.

"I hope I'm not allergic to it," Harry thought wryly, rubbing the raw skin.

To take his mind off of it he got up and walked over to the wooden cupboard opposite the sofa. He felt the mahogany wood carefully, looking for some sort of door or shelf for the telly.

"Ah ha!" He grinned in triumph when he found two small rings that swung open the cupboard doors.

He reached one hand out into the cavern and bumped into a flat screen tv.

"Yes!" Harry smiled. "Thank you Draco."

For a pure-blood wizard, Draco sure knew all the comforts of a muggle home. Harry felt around the base of the tv, wondering where the remote was.

"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his left wrist as it gave a particularly nasty sting. "What the hell?"

Harry rubbed his skin as the sting faded. He was just wondering whether there was any sort of healing balm in the bathroom when all of a sudden he felt Draco's presence.

"Hello?" Harry called out in confusion. "Draco?"

There was only silence but he could feel the Slytherin near.

Harry shook his head, trying to clear his senses, but the feeling remained.

In the next instant Harry heard the front door unlock and the sound of footsteps up the hall.

"Harry?"

Harry smiled and moved towards the kitchen. "I'm in here!"

Draco threw his winter cloak over one of the kitchen chairs and met Harry coming out of the lounge room.

"Harry," he greeted in what sounded like relief. He walked over, instantly drawing him into his arms. "I missed you."

Harry's heart fluttered at the heartfelt words. He felt his whole body relax, a tension he hadn't even realized was there melted away. Even his wrist ceased to hurt.

Draco drew back and looked into Harry's face anxiously. "Are you alright? I had this feeling like I needed to see you..."

Harry nodded. "I'm fine, except I think I may be allergic to my bracelet."

"What?" Draco drew back and picked up Harry's left wrist, examining the red skin there. "Have you been scratching at it?"

"Oh!" Harry gasped. "Put your hand on my wrist again."

Draco frowned and gently placed his hand back over-top of the metal bracelet. He glanced up at Harry's face expectantly. "What-"

Harry gasped and Draco looked down. He saw a very faint blue glow encompassing Harry's wrist. The red rash disappeared before his eyes leaving Harry's pale skin flawless once more.

"Wow... what just happened?" Harry asked, fingers tentatively feeling his wrist.

"I...I'm not sure," Draco replied, stunned.

"Do you have healing powers?"

"Not that I know of," Draco answered in confusion. "Certainly not before today."

"Well, thanks anyway," Harry smiled. "That's loads better."

Draco furrowed his brow. "How long has your wrist been bothering you for?"

Harry shrugged. "Only the past couple of hours."

Draco thought for a moment then realization hit. "They say people under the Grevillea Agreement begin to feel the physical effects of being separated for too long. Either it's stronger now because we're still new to it, or we can't ever spend more than eight hours apart."

Harry raised his brows. "Really? Did you feel anything today?"

Draco frowned. "Not like you, but... I did have this anxious feeling, like I really needed to see you, to make sure you were okay."

"Wow... I'd hate to see what a full day would do," Harry said worriedly.

"I'll see what I can find on it," Draco answered. "It may lessen over time, but just to be safe I'll keep the separation periods as short as possible."

"Good idea," Harry nodded in agreement.

"Not that I mind," Draco added.

Harry smiled, his cheeks flushing slightly, before remembering something. "Oh and guess what? I'm psychic now too."

Draco laughed. "What do you mean?"

"I knew you were coming before you opened the door."

Draco arched one brow sceptically. "Really? How?"

Harry shook his head. "I dunno, but I had this feeling like you were in the room with me, I even called out your name, then a minute later you walked in the door."

Draco looked spooked. "That's kind of creepy Harry."

Harry laughed causing Draco to smile, the adoration obvious in his grey eyes.

"I'm starving," Draco finally said. "What's there to eat?"

"Sorry, I wanted to make dinner but I didn't know what anything was," Harry apologized.

Draco took Harry's hand. "Don't worry about it. We'll have to work out a system though so that you don't starve," he said in amusement.

Harry glared and tried not to laugh. "That's not funny!"

"That would be threatening if you weren't aiming your glare of death at my neck," Draco smirked.

Harry continued to glare but a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.

Draco laughed and pulled him over to the nearest kitchen cupboard. "Maybe we could separate items by location. This for instance could be the pasta cupboard. They're all in plastic packaging so you should be able to feel what sort of pasta it is through the wrapping."

Harry chewed his lip. "Would the cooking instructions be the same for all of them?"

"Hmm... probably not. What we need are some labels that somehow speak out loud..."

"Or Braille stickers."

Draco turned questioningly. "What's that?"

Harry shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the bench. "It's a muggle invention for blind people, some sort of writing that's raised so that you can read it with your fingers."

Draco looked suitably impressed. "That's brilliant! There's nothing like that in the wizarding world. You should've told me, I would have stocked the place with those stickers."

Harry smiled shyly. "I don't actually know how to read it."

"You can learn. You should learn, it would be so invaluable."

"Yeah I know, I had a book on it but...I lost it."

Draco shut the cupboard after pulling a package of spaghetti out. "No matter, we'll get you some new ones. I'll pick them up in London tomorrow."

Harry smiled, feeling embarrassed. "Thanks."

"Hope you like spaghetti," Draco said, dumping the dry pasta into a pot of water and setting it on the cook-top to boil.

"Yum!" Harry licked his lips, his stomach rumbling in anticipation. He hadn't had any lunch.

Draco put the lid on top of the pot and turned towards Harry. "Now, I have some unfinished business with you Potter," he said seductively, voice dropping a couple of octaves.

Harry raised a brow. "And what would that be?" he asked innocently.

Draco smirked and slid his hands onto either side of Harry's waist. Harry nearly cried out in surprise as Draco suddenly hoisted him up onto the bench-top.

"This looks about right," Draco smirked, moving his body in between Harry's legs and sliding his arms around Harry's waist. "Now where were we?" he said quietly, breath ghosting across Harry's parted lips.

Harry smiled and leaned forwards, searching for Draco's lips. Draco closed the remaining distance between them and pressed his lips to Harry's.

Harry eagerly opened his mouth to the Slytherin and wrapped his arms around him, burying his hands in Draco's soft blond hair.

Draco moaned into the kiss as he felt that familiar passion and heat building between them. He pulled Harry closer into his body and Harry hooked one leg behind him to bring their groins into contact.

Draco broke off with a gasp and kissed his way down Harry's delicious throat, eliciting delightful sounds of pleasure from the brunette.

Harry tilted his head back, eyes closed, as Draco's torturous lips made their way back up his throat, his skin burning in their wake.

Draco claimed Harry's mouth with his own once more. Harry moaned, his fingers tightening reflexively in Draco's hair, as he thrust his hips forward, searching for that delicious pressure.

Draco stepped back and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling the Gryffindor off the bench and along behind him to the bedroom.

Harry swallowed, body humming with anticipation, his arousal already achingly hard.

Draco drew Harry into the bedroom and over to the bed.

"I want you so bad..." Draco breathed, looking at Harry in the pale evening light coming in through the window, those emerald eyes bright with arousal.

Harry licked his lips and reached for the hem of Draco's jumper. He pulled it over Draco's head and immediately ran his hands down over Draco's smooth chest.

Draco's breath hitched as Harry's palms stroked his skin, exploring his chest and stomach, fingers reaching the waistband of his trousers and dipping underneath.

Harry seemed to hesitate here so Draco reached out and slowly slid Harry's top up and off, drinking in the sight of Harry's naked torso.

"Gods you don't know how gorgeous you are..." Draco murmured, gazing longingly at all that perfect pale skin.

Harry smiled, looking embarrassed. He reached out and unzipped Draco's trousers, then pushed them to the floor. Draco stepped out of them and repeated the gesture so that they were both standing there in matching black briefs.

Draco could still sense some hesitance in his partner, so he pulled Harry to him and softly kissed those full tempting lips.

Harry relaxed and snaked his arms around Draco's back, revelling in the feel of their naked chests coming together, skin on skin, tongues beginning to stroke fervently.

Harry moaned as Draco's hand slipped under his shorts and firmly cupped his backside, pushing their erections together, sliding against eachother through the thin material.

Harry felt like he was on the brink, his entire body was on fire, he wanted to drown himself in Draco's mouth and in his soft skin and his scent...

Draco slipped another hand into Harry's shorts and pushed them right down, his eyes watching eagerly as Harry's erection came into view, hard and needy. He nearly moaned at the sight.

He quickly removed his own shorts and pulled Harry over to the bed.

"Come here," he said, sitting on top of the blankets and scooting back to make room.

Harry gladly acquiesced, crawling over the mattress towards him.

Draco reached out and pulled Harry down on top of him once he was close, Harry nearly crying out at the sudden tug on his hand, then he moaned aloud as his body landed on top of Draco's naked form, settling between his legs.

The wanton moan went straight to Draco's groin and he pulled Harry's face down for a passionate kiss.

Harry closed his eyes and hungrily devoured Draco's mouth. He then slipped his hands under Draco's shoulders and rolled them over until Draco was on top, never breaking the kiss.

Draco moaned and thrust down into him, causing Harry to cry out as sparks of pleasure shot through his groin.

Draco barely held on as Harry's cry seemed to multiply the throbbing in his cock.

"Fuck..." he panted."I need you in me - now."

"What?" Harry broke off from sucking just above the pulse point on Draco's neck.

"Need. You. In. Me. Now," Draco enunciated clearly, leaning down to swirl his tongue around Harry's nipple.

Harry groaned, his eyes falling shut as he arched into Draco's oh-so-talented tongue."But..." he gasped, "don't you...aren't you...?"

Draco answered between licks. "I like both positions, but right now..." He stopped and moved up to nuzzle Harry's neck, inhaling his unique scent. "I really want you to top."

Harry gasped when Draco suddenly gave his earlobe a gentle tug with his teeth. He couldn't seem to think clearly, drowning in a haze of desire.

"But I've never... er..."

Draco stopped and leaned on one elbow, looking into Harry's pinkened face."Harry Potter, are you a top virgin?"

Harry bit his lip and turned away.

Draco smiled and cupped Harry's chin in his hand, turning his face back towards him. He leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Don't worry about it, Harry, you'll like it. I promise."

"It's not that," Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "It's just... I don't want to hurt you."

Draco was about to laugh when Harry's words sunk in. "Harry, being on the bottom doesn't mean it always hurts," he said carefully. "Hasn't anyone ever shown you the proper way to make love?"

Harry shook his head, cheeks flushed in humiliation.

Draco frowned as he stroked one finger tenderly down Harry's cheek.

Harry closed his eyes, releasing a shuddery breath. "I was a virgin when I went to work for Benton."

Draco's lips parted in surprise and his heart contracted painfully. "Harry..."

"Please don't make a big deal about it," Harry begged, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Draco's hair. "Just... just please let me bottom."

Draco leaned down and kissed him, closing his eyes and encouraging Harry to open his mouth to him.

Harry's eyes fell shut as he returned the kiss, his body relaxing, his hand getting lost in the silvery blond strands, his waning erection beginning to take an interest again.

Draco pinned Harry's wrists over his head and thrust down into him, rubbing their arousals together.

Harry moaned and arched into him, loving the sensation of having his arms pinned as Draco continued with the overwhelming friction.

Draco broke the kiss to sit up, keeping Harry's wrists in place. "There's a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer. I want you to get it out and stroke yourself with it until I get back," he instructed, incredibly turned on by the image in his mind.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked breathlessly.

"Our dinner is boiling over," Draco grinned, listening to the water hiss in the other room. "I'll be right back."

Draco jumped off the bed and dashed to the kitchen.

Harry crawled over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer, feeling around in it for the bottle of lube. His fingers brushed against it and he grabbed it out.

Harry leaned back on the pillows and popped open the cap. He sniffed at the contents and raised his brow at the vanilla aroma; it smelt like sugary vanilla cake.

Harry poured some into his hand, where it instantly warmed to his skin. He grasped his neglected erection and began to tentatively stroke up and down.

"Oh fuck..." Harry closed his eyes and dropped back against the mattress, the lube warm and wet under his hand.

Draco froze in the doorway, watching Harry stroke himself with hungry eyes. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His cock twitched its approval, desperately seeking release.

Draco moved towards the bed, not wanting Harry to stop. He took himself in hand as he watched, stroking lightly.

Harry moaned, arching into his hand, his other hand buried in the silken sheets.

Draco quickly took his own hand off of himself and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and trying not to come.

Once he had control of himself again he opened his eyes and kneeled on the bed, putting his hand over Harry's, stilling the other boy's movements.

Harry opened his eyes, breathing heavily.

"Don't finish without me," Draco smirked, moving Harry's hand away.

Harry smiled and sat up on his elbows.

Draco crawled up the bed to lay alongside him, grabbing the bottle of lube on his way. He opened the bottle and poured a small amount into Harry's open palm.

Draco capped the bottle and set it aside. "Now, I want you to coat your fingers in that and then touch me."

Harry licked his suddenly dry lips and nodded mutely. Draco lay down on his back, arms behind his head, as he watched Harry slowly move down to sit in between his legs.

Harry trailed one hand down the blond's chest to his inner thigh, then brought his other hand to Draco's erection, slowly spreading the lube up and down his hard shaft.

Draco's breathing sped up as he watched with rapt attention, not daring to blink, as Harry's gentle touch encompassed him, sliding up and down...

Harry explored every inch of Draco with his fingers, memorizing every curve and dip and ridge... mapping his body to memory.

Draco moaned, closing his eyes as Harry's touch drove him crazy, his hands fisting in the royal blue silk sheets.

"Now push one finger inside," Draco instructed breathlessly.

Harry stilled his movements. "But..."

"It's okay, Harry, I want you to."

Harry bit his lip, torn between the desire to follow Draco's instructions and concern for causing him pain.

"Please..." Draco pleaded quietly.

That did it for Harry. He thoroughly coated his fingers in the vanilla lube and tentatively stroked one finger around Draco's entrance before slowly plunging his digit inside.

Draco's breath hitched and he arched into Harry's hand with a moan.

Harry's eyes widened at the Slytherin's sounds of pleasure and he became bolder, swirling his finger in deeper and curling it upwards.

Draco moaned, back arching, eyes shut tight, as Harry brushed lightly against his prostate.

Harry swallowed, his own erection throbbing almost painfully.

"Now add another two fingers," Draco commanded firmly.

Harry didn't question him, he added one slick finger then another.

Draco moaned as Harry curled his fingers upwards again. "Fuck..." he panted.

Harry began to stroke himself with his free hand at Draco's moans of pleasure.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Harry's heart beat rapidly as he coated himself with the lube and positioned himself at Draco's entrance. He knew he wanted to go through with it, the very thought of it was turning him on more than anything he'd ever felt before.

Harry issued great control, sliding himself very slowly into the waiting blond. Centimetre by centimetre he pushed inside, a warm tightness enveloping him as he went. His brow began to perspire at the carefully controlled concentration and he moaned at the intense sensation.

Draco threw back his head, eyes clamping shut as Harry entered him fully. His body then began to relax around his partner, jolts of pleasure shooting through him.

Harry gasped once he was fully sheathed inside. "A-are y-you alright?" he stuttered weakly,

Draco smirked through a haze of arousal. "Yes, now fuck me Potter."

Harry moaned under his breath at Draco's words. He put his hands on either side of Draco's body and leaned forward, slowly thrusting his hips forwards.

Both boys moaned simultaneously at the sensation.

Draco forced his eyes open and stared up at Harry; the finely muscled chest and arms, taut with tension, the dark tousled hair and pale perfect skin. His eyes travelled downwards to Harry's hips as they thrust into him, quickly picking up pace.

Draco threw his head back, closing his eyes once more, as he took himself in hand and stroked in time with Harry's quick hard thrusts.

Harry moaned, eyes clamped shut as he felt as though he were going to explode, the wonderful pressure building in his groin...

Draco cried out in ecstasy as he came in his hand, arching up to meet Harry's thrusts as his warm seed spurted out over his chest.

Harry's eyes opened wide as Draco's cry tore the orgasm from his body. He continued to thrust, emptying himself into Draco's willing body.

He thrust shallowly one last time then froze as the sensation slowly faded. He then carefully pulled himself out before collapsing on the bed next to the exhausted blond.

"Fuck..." he panted breathlessly.

"Yeah..." Draco concurred, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

After a few minutes, Draco grabbed some tissues from off the bedside table and cleaned up the mess on his stomach. He tossed the sticky tissues aside and turned to Harry.

"So...did you like it?" he asked as Harry lay on his back, eyes closed.

Harry smiled, keeping his eyes shut. "What do you think?"

Draco laughed and flopped back onto his back. "I knew you would," he said smugly.

Harry snorted.

Draco reached out and tentatively entwined their hands together.

Harry's expression softened at Draco's touch. He felt sleepy and content – and happy.

"Thanks," he finally said before covering a big yawn, sleep creeping in on him.

"For the orgasm?" Draco grinned, facing up towards the ceiling.

"No, for showing me how it's supposed to be."

Draco turned his head on the pillow, looking at Harry's peacefully content expression.

"You're welcome," he finally replied softly, giving his hand a squeeze.

Harry smiled and it wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep under Draco's watchful gaze.