Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...I really, really wish I did though...Does that count for anything?

Warning: I personally think reading about gay boys is a ton of fun...but if you don't, go elsewhere.

P.S.--I had a very rough time with this chapter...I don't like it much (way to make you want to read, right?) It kind of abruptly ends, but I just couldn't write any more folks. Sorry. Next chapter will be better, I promise.

But the good news is, the story that I told you guys about before--the S&M one I'm writing--I picked it back up again and the first part should be posted by the weekend. It's gong to be a short one--only 3 or 4 chapters tops, but I think it will be fun!

Anyway, here is Chapter 12--Review if you feel so inclined :)


Draco walked quickly down the brown, cobblestone street, the cool morning air biting against his flesh. He hugged himself tightly and rubbed his arms in an attempt to warm up, but no matter what he did, his body continued to quake with aftershocks brought on by the chilly breeze. He hated the cold, but his jaunt into town was necessary. He needed to get out of that tiny flat, and with Harry's blessing, he decided a trip to Tunay was in order. The open air and bustling city gave him room to think about everything without feeling claustrophobic, that, and it was also home to the very shoppe he needed to visit.

When he had awoke that morning, Draco was surprised to see that Harry was already up, dressed, and in the kitchen cooking chocolate chip pancakes for the two of them. He seemed in great spirits, which threw Draco for a loop. After the previous night's events, he had expected yelling and tears, not syrup and smiles. Because the night before, with the heat of the moment and the burn of liquor warming his insides, Harry had uttered the unforgivable; not Avada Kedavra or Crucio, but three little, commonplace words that can turn the world upside down when ejaculated from someone's lips—I, love, and you. When said separately they are virtually harmless, but together they possess the power of a thousand tsunamis, ready to smother and drown the innocents that are unfortunate enough to get in the way.

But despite the weight of those words, they were exactly what Draco had been striving for and what he had aimed to hear. He wanted to have Harry wrapped around his little finger, eating out of the palm of his hand, and treating him like sun rose and set around him. He wanted Harry to love him so he could play the Chosen One for a fool and then take him for everything he was worth. It was all part of a greater plan to ensure Draco's financial stability and happiness, so the drunken admission should have been perfect. And it would have been had it not been for one thing—Draco simply was not ready for it. He thought he had weeks, months even, before he would be able to render such a response from the former Gryffindor; he never in a million years thought Harry would succumb to his wheedling so soon. He thought he had time to plan, time to practice a response, time to perfect the persona of a loving, caring boyfriend.

But when Harry said those words, Draco was caught completely off guard. He panicked and responded in his typical, knee-jerk fashion, pushing Harry away with a horrified sneer on his face and telling him to 'fuck off.' He ran into the bathroom, slamming the door for good measure, and stayed in there for a half an hour chastising himself and wondering what he was going to do to fix things. But by the time he had come out, Harry was already in bed, fast asleep. So needless to say, when Harry was chipper and acting as though nothing had happened the next morning, Draco was stunned. He didn't know whether Harry was trying to smooth over what had happened, or if he had been so drunk that he didn't even remember Draco's outburst. But either way, Draco had to do something. It was time for damage control.

He ducked out of the brisk air and walked into Madame Dulce's, a chocolatier on the main street of Tunay. The scent of warm chocolate and roasted nuts assaulted his nose the second the door opened and Draco suddenly felt a warmth and happiness start to course through his body, like an IV drip of the tantalizing confections had been shoved in his arm. It was delicious and sexy and appealing and it reminded Draco of home, or what home should be at least. It should be sweet and full of love, not a place for deceit and sharp tongues and resentment. Draco reminded himself that he too would have that amazing home life some day. It would be hard and and he certainly had a long way to go before he achieved such self-actualization, but he would get there, chipping away at Maslow's pyramid one tier at a time.

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Harry paced around his office, glancing up at the clock and desperately willing its hands to move faster. The day was passing slower than cold molasses and he could feel his insides ready to explode with anticipation as he waited for the work day to come to a close. It wasn't that he had anything special planned that evening; not really at least. As far as he was concerned, going home to spend time with Draco was special on it's own. It was reason enough to scale the highest of mountains or swim across the vastest of seas, and it was certainly reason enough to blow work off early, something he was severely tempted to do.

But Harry had to keep reminding himself that just because he was happier than he had been in ages, it didn't mean he could afford to lose his head over it. He couldn't skip hand in hand with Draco, Hermione and Ron off to Never-Never land or the world of bubble-gum dreams and chocolate kisses. He had responsibilities and obligations he needed to devote time to, and he would just have to settle for spending every second that was left over with the ones he loved.

The ones he loved.

His heart swelled as he rolled those words around in his head. Just months ago he felt like he had no one left, no friends, no family, no love interest to speak of. He was down in the dumps and the effort it took to try to claw his way out was beyond exhausting, so he eventually made the conscious decision to just give up--let the murky depths consume him and swallow him whole. But suddenly, without warning, he was hefted out of that misery and into the blinding sunshine of happiness. He had friends again; real friends that loved him for the kind of person he was, not for who he was. And he had Draco. As staggering and incomprehensible as it was, he was in love with the former Slytherin. To Harry, the sun rose and set with Draco. He was charming, intelligent, witty and passionate--everything Harry ever wanted, inexplicably rolled up into one, strikingly beautiful package. Harry was head over heals and he was certain that Draco felt the same way about him--even if he didn't realize it yet.

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Draco kept glancing towards the fireplace as he lit the last of the candles that were clustered on the small, kitchen table. A beautiful dinner of Asiago chicken and spinach orzo was laid out in the best dishware Harry's flat offered and a bottle of champagne was chilling in crystal bowl filled with ice. It had the makings of a beautiful, intimate date at home; the only thing missing was Draco's actual date.

Harry was expected home any minute, so Draco quickly bustled around the apartment, throwing away the take-out boxes and tidying up the kitchen. He had just finished wiping down the counter when the fireplace roared to life and Harry stepped through, a beaming grin on his face.

"Wow," he said, planting a kiss on Draco's forehead. "This is lovely. What's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing really...Just celebrating life I suppose."

"Well, it's really sweet." Harry pulled out a chair and took a seat, while Draco got to work being the perfect little hostess. The more he sucked up, the better. He needed Harry to believe that he was smitten, that he wanted to be the doting housewife--cooking and cleaning and servicing his lover the way a proper housewife should.

He cringed at the thought of spending eternity indulging Harry's every hope and desire, but reminded himself that it was only a temporary arrangement. He should only have to do it for a few months tops and, if in that time he needed a little assistance with his performance, he still had Gaudium to help him along. Because unbeknown to Harry, Draco had grabbed a couple of packets of the stuff from his drawer the day he left Magical Amity. He hadn't felt the need to use it much his first few days out, but after blowing up at Harry the previous night, he thought a line or two might help keep his wits about him. In smaller doses the drug had a way of leveling his temper, making him feel more in control of his emotions,. And realizing how volatile he could be when left to his own devices, he was gratefully taking any aid that came his way.

Finally, after filling Harry's plate and pouring him a glass of champagne, Draco repeated the process for himself and then took a seat at the opposite side of the table. They both had been famished after a long day of work, so they ate in relative silence, only taking the forks from their mouths long enough to steal quick glances at each other, or for Harry to gush about how amazing everything tasted.

When they finished, Draco cleaned up and led Harry into the living room for dessert. With a flick of Harry's wrist, the fireplace lit up, casting a warm glow around the room. The two of them sat down in front of the dancing blaze, its heat and muted light adding to the already palpable sexual tension in the air.

"Dessert time," Draco breathed. He grabbed a plump, chocolate covered strawberry from the tray behind him and held it to Harry's lips. Harry readily accepted the proffered fruit and bit into it, his eyes rolling back as he savored its sweet taste and sensuality. He seemed lost in the eroticism of it all, not even noticing the dribbles of pink juice that were running down his chin. Harry's eyes clouded with desire and as the last berry was being fed to him, Draco straddled him and tilted his head up. But instead of kissing him, Draco leaned in and began licking every last drop of juice from the other wizard's face.

Harry moaned in response, and although this whole scenario was part of Draco's scheme, he, too, couldn't help but feel immensely turned on by everything that was happening. His cock was stiffening with every labored breath that escaped Harry's lips and his mind began to fill with static, drowning out every thought in his head until only one thought resounded loud and clear--he needed to fuck Harry.

Not wasting any time, he pulled Harry to his feet, shoved him across the room, and threw him on his back on the soft, downy bed. The two of them quickly disrobed and Draco joined Harry, hovering just inches above him, and began ravaging every part of the delicious brunette with his mouth. He kissed and licked and sucked his way from Harry's throat, down his chest, to his soft, pink nipples, pausing a moment to tease them with his tongue and pull them between his teeth until they hardened into tiny little pebbles. Then he moved on, down Harry's ribcage and stomach, until he was directly in front of Harry's cock, in all of its rock hard and lengthy glory.

Draco wasn't sure what had come over him. He of course loved receiving oral sex, but he had never made a habit of giving it. Of course, when he was at Magical Amity he had little choice, he had to do what the johns had asked, but outside of there, he only did it when he thought it furthered his cause. But for some reason, with Harry writhing beneath him, he felt the overwhelming urge to pleasure him. He wanted to watch Harry's face contort in ecstasy; he wanted to hear Harry scream his name and beg for more; and he wanted to taste every last drop of come when Harry orgasmed at Draco's skilled hand.

Draco was somewhat alarmed by this uncharacteristic yearning, but decided to give into it, too horny not to, and took Harry's cock into his mouth. He made quick work of it, his head bobbing up and down the entire length of the shaft while his hands caressed the balls below. Harry cried out and began bucking his hips, pushing himself further and further down the blonde's throat. Draco choked and gagged, saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, but he carried on, bobbing his head faster and harder with every downward thrust.

After a few moments, he could feel Harry's movements begin to stiffen and he knew that the other man was going to come any second. So Draco quadrupled his efforts, moving his mouth and hands in a choreographed dance that left Harry gasping for air and convulsing, before finally exploding and releasing spurt after spurt of warm come into Draco's mouth.

"Oh my God," Harry moaned His head lolled back and forth like his neck was made of jelly and his body twitched with waves of aftershocks as Draco sucked him and lapped up every last drop of his seed. "Oh Draco...That was....amazing."

"I'm glad," Draco said as he sat up and wiped the corners of his mouth. And he really was.


A/N: Pretty please review.