Warnings: Boy on Boy XXX smut

Disclaimer:

B.A. – So… right, it's been, like ten months hasn't it?

Moose-chan - * cough * longer. Much longer. A year?

Draco – Ooooh, the hidden cough speech, creative little muggle aren't you?

B.A. – Yeah? Well this muggle's gonna kick yo ass… yeah.

Draco – If you kick my ass, Harry can't use it. So there.

B.A. – Touché…

Harry – Why is it that you always take hours to get to the disclaimer?

Moose-chan – Because she doesn't want to admit that she doesn't own you.

B.A. – FINE! Damn it all! I don't own Harry Potter. Or any of the characters associated with him.

Harry Potter and the One At Fault

-I'll Love You Three Times Over-

As November flew by, so did the leisurely days of chess and exploding snaps. The teachers seemed intent on cramming them full of information before Christmas break, and had therefore seen fit to give them copious amounts of homework. The third week found Harry and Draco in their lounge studying quietly, with the aid of hot chocolate and scones, courtesy of Dobby. Harry put down his notes, and raised his wand. Suddenly, he heard Draco cuss, and he looked over to see what had angered the blond. The blond was holding something and scratching his head, muttering curses all the while.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he walked over.

Draco turned and showed him the object in his hand. "It's supposed to be a rose, but it still has the material of the cushion. I can transfigure the other flowers, but I just can't make this damn rose."

Harry grinned. "I had the same problem. Hermione told me to quicken the second swish, and to pronounce the 'A' as Ah."

Draco eyed the rose and nodded slowly. "Alright."

He reversed the failed spell and set the cushion on the table. "Flosris Rosafacio." He waved his wand with quick sharp movements. Draco smiled as the rose formed velvety crimson petals. He picked up the newly made rose and bowed low to Harry, presenting the flower to him.

"A gift, dear Gryffindor, to show my gratitude," he said, and handed it to the raven.

Harry laughed and took, the offering. "But how can I pay you for this breathtaking gift? Surely this can't be an equivalent exchange for my measly words of advice," he replied, imitating the same formal speech Draco had so jokingly used with him.

Draco eyed his rose and nodded sagely. "I daresay I agree. That rose is much too valuable. I'm definitely going to need some for of compensation."

Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around the tiny blond, pulling him in tight. "Would a kiss suffice?"

Draco smiled, a contemplative look on his face. "I don't know… The color, the fullness of the bud… I'm going to have to ask for two kisses."

Harry chuckled. "My my, what a cunning little Slytherin… Two kisses it is," He set the rose on the table and bent down slightly to kiss Draco gently on the lips, letting them linger, feeling the warmth of his breath. When he pulled back, Draco's cheeks had flushed a nice rosy color.

"That's one," the blond whispered.

Harry nodded slowly. His hand came up to caress Draco's face, his thumb trailing back and fourth along the smooth skin of his jaw. His other hand wove around the small of his back, and he used his grip to tug Draco's body flush to his own.

"Here's two." And with that, the raven captured Draco's lips, successfully monopolizing the blond's mind until he wasn't capable of coherent thoughts. Harry's fingers slid down Draco's body until his thumbs reached the belt loops of his boyfriend's pants. Anchoring his thumbs in the material he yanked the blond around and pushed him against the couch, slowing pressing him down onto the decorative pillows they had been using for transfigurations just moments before.

Draco let out a small breath as the raven pinned him down, hands smoothing down his shirt, then back up his chest underneath the starch white material, feeling the blond's nipples between his fingertips. The blond let out a small breathy laugh as the raven traced his ribs. Harry grinned against his lips, and the gentle fingers began to tickle the trapped blond.

Peals of laughter erupted form the blond's delicate mouth as he was forced to break the kiss. He twisted and writhed beneath his boyfriend, his face becoming flushed.

"H-Harry! Harry, s-stop!" He laughed. "Please- fuck, p-lease, I-" and he laughed again.

Harry smiled and slowed down his fingers until they ran slow soft circles on the Slytherin's heaving chest. When the blond regained his breath, his lips were stolen again by a series of soft quick kisses.

When the raven finally set him free, Draco grinned. "Well… That was certainly more that two kisses…"

Harry smirked. "What? Getting tired of them already?"

Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry's. "Never."

"So, the great Draco Malfoy is ticklish?"

"I should tell my father," Draco adopted a more serious tone. "Father you see, the reason I refused the Mark… Well… I'm… I'm ticklish." The two grinned and Harry wrapped his arms around the blond, pulling him into an upright sitting position

"So… This weekend is the Hogsmead trip," Draco said slowly.

"Last one until your birthday, right?"

"Er, y-yeah… What did you have in mind? I mean, for obvious reasons, we can't be seen together."

Harry laughed, "Don't worry, I've got that covered."

"Okay," Draco blushed.

"Er, I mean, unless there's something else you wanted to do."

"Oh, no, no at all, that's fine."

"You'll need to wear your muggle clothing though. If that's alright."

"Sure…" Draco nodded, looking curiously at his boyfriend.

Harry simply smiled and laid back on the couch, letting the blond rest his head on his shoulder.

"Things have been…. Peaceful," Draco commented.

Harry nodded. He just hoped that this time the peace would last.

Harry patted his bangs over his scar nervously as he waited at the crossroads. It was noon, and Draco would be meeting him shortly. They were going out of their way as not to be seen and had chosen to eat at the small pup a few miles from Hogsmead. They wanted to be able to eat out together, without the possibility of a classmate finding them. In fact, Harry hadn't even told Hermione. Not that it mattered, seeing as she and Ron were eating together at the Hogs Head, enjoying their alone time.

The raven heard the sound of gravel crunching and he looked up to see the blond ambling towards him, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head turned down, a light blush reaching his ears. Harry smiled as the teen approached him, holding his hand out towards the blond. Draco eyed it, and then looked away as he allowed his hand to be clasped by the bigger, warmer one. He shivered, certainly not from cold, and allowed himself to be led towards the pub.

As they neared the small building, Harry withdrew his hand and held the door open for he younger teen, grinning as Draco smiled back and entered the warm little place. When they entered, an energetic blond greeted them with a smile, and quickly ushered them to their seats.

"Just two? Aright, then follow me please," she led them around the back and gave them a small wood table next to a warm fireplace, the flames lighting up their table with a warm glow. The hostess handed them menus and gave them a smile before leaving to attend to other customers.

Draco looked around, taking in his surroundings.

"So, what do you think?" Harry asked nervously.

"Well it seems nice enough," Draco admitted, "For a muggle place…"

The raven grinned and opened his menu, idly skimming through the dishes to see if anything jumped out at him. "Hmm… I guess I'll have… The fillet minion. Do you know what you want? Don't worry about the price, it's on me."

The blond scanned the list nervously but didn't see any of his favorite dishes on it. "Er… I'll have what you're having I guess. And… I'll pay you back as soon as I can… They've, er… Father has cut off my allowance." The blond blushed embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, like I said, this meal is my treat to you," the raven said with a gentle smile that made Draco's heart flutter.

The blond paused, wanting to ask, but afraid of being rude. "Erm, Harry… You've been paying for everything lately… And you own a Firebolt… And an invisibility cloak… How… do you afford all of it?"

Harry blinked, then rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Well… I mean, my parents were… pretty well off. Andy they left all their money and the cloak to me. And… Sirius bought me the Firebolt. He said it was to make up for thirteen birthdays and Christmas's. When… When he died, he left the remains of the Black fortune to me. So… Well, you know, the Blacks were all wealthy purebloods. I mean, your mother and aunt were from that family."

Draco nodded. "Yeah, they come from that line. So… You own the property and heirlooms? Wow, that stuff's worth quite a lot. You'll be set for life even if you don't become an auror or famous Quidditch player."

"Yeah, I mean, assuming I live that long anyways…" Harry trailed off and rubbed his arm absentmindedly. He could sense Draco regretting his question, and the raven cleared his throat. "Anyways, I don't know… I don't want the money to sit there; I want to do something with it, something good. But for now, I just want to wait until I move out of my uncle's house, so when they ask how I possibly think I can afford to be independent, I can hang the glory of two fortunes over their heads."

When the waitress came to serve them, Harry gave her their orders and chose small salads to start their meal. The two of them picked at the greens, not knowing what to say. They were so used to being alone, comfortable in a mutually understood silence. Now that they were in a public setting, it was a bit nerve wracking. Harry cleared his throat.

"So…"

"Oi! Harry? Is that you?"

The raven's eyes shot up to see Dean Thomas standing back a ways, behind Draco. The dark skinned boy was trying to peer around a server, to get a good look at the blond eating with Harry.

"Shit… Dean's here."

"What should I do? Should I leave- I- what should-" The blond's eyes darted around frantically, biting his lip in his panic.

Harry shook his head and took a deep breath. "No… No it's fine. Stay. Let me introduce you to him."

"I believe we've met Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I want to introduce you as my boyfriend."

"..." Draco's cheeks burned and he looked down at his salad, his neck flushing all the way up to the tip of his ears. "Well I… Oh, do what you want…" he sniffed, trying to look indifferent. When Dean edged his way around a table, Harry saw him turn behind him and whisper something to a boy. Seamus. Of course the Irish teen was with him.

"Er… Seamus is here too."

"Finnagin- oh for Merlin's sake-"

"Harry! What are you doing here mate?"

"I, uh, wanted to eat here with my boyfriend."

Draco buried his head between his elbows, his fingers laced and clutching the back of his neck and his forehead pressed to the cool wood of the table.

"So, this is the special guy you mentioned?"

Draco's head shot up to glance at the raven, exposing his face.

"Malfoy! Bloody hell! Who would've thought! So you're his woman!"

Draco stood abruptly and turned to glare at the taller boy. "Don't get on my nerves Thomas. Refer to me as a female one more time and I will hex you into next Thursday." He stated coldly, and Harry was reminded of just how brutal the blond could be.

Suddenly Dean was pushed sideways and his male counterpart stepped forward to see the blond.

"Blimey Draco- it is you! Well, welcome to the gayberhood." Seamus grinned and winked, clapping the blond on the shoulder. Draco gave him a look, and then took his seat again.

"Well now, why don't we make this a double date? The more the merrier, yeah?" said Dean.

Harry glanced at Draco for any signs of disapproved. The blond gave him a look and sighed. He gave a half shrug and nodded slowly.

"Alright," the raven said, gesturing to the empty seats nearby with his head. "Take a seat."

Dean snagged a chair next to Harry and Seamus tugged one from another table and sat next to Draco..

"So… How on earth did you two get together? I mean… You've never been on the best of terms…"

Harry nudged Draco under the table and nodded his head at him.

The blond sighed and put down his fork. "We… Well, we've been dating for about three months I suppose. And… Well, we… I guess since we had to work together… " Draco stumbled through his explanation until he finally groaned and threw his hands up. "Fuck I don't even get it myself. This shit was like animal magnetism. Eventually, we had to learn to get along, which helped, because despite the attraction, we still had our issues. Anyways, once we learned to get along, we realized… we really had more in common then we thought."

Seamus nodded his head thoughtfully. "Who initiated it?"

"I did," Harry stated. "I, er, kissed him in the room of requirement."

"Yes, and then you avoided me like a little bitch for three days." Draco spat with narrowed eyes.

Harry chuckled sheepishly, "Ah, yeah well…"

Dean laughed. "Seamus and I've been friends since first year… Last year, we got in some stupid fight-"

"Stupid? You were kissing Ginny on my bed you dick!"

"Right, my bad… So, Ginny left for the girl's dormitory, and Seamus and I were duking it out with our fists, and I got him real good in the gut. He was crying, so… I thought I hurt him."

Seamus looked away sheepishly.

"Anyways, I asked him if he was okay. He started screaming 'I hate you' over and over again. But the he grabbed me by the shirt, shaking me… He sounded angry, but also sad… And then he pulled me close and gave me the biggest kiss… Well, you can imagine I was shocked right? I didn't move or nothin', so Seamus here backed off looking at me all wary like… and he turned to go, but I realized, damn, my best friend was a good kisser, and bloody hot! So I decided to leave girls alone, and make Seamus fall deeply in love with me."

Seamus blushed deeply and reached over he table to smack him slightly. "Damn it Thomas, I was already in love with you ya twink!"

Dean laughed and grabbed the hand, pressing his lips to the palm. Harry grinned at Draco who blushed and returned to eating his salad.

The four of them had a nice meal and Draco was pleasantly surprised at the fine quality of the food. Harry and Dean paid the bill, and the couples split, taking separate routes back towards Hogsmead.

"That was… nice." Draco commented, glancing at the raven.

"Yeah… Yeah, it was."

"So… I… I was wondering about Christmas. Are you… Are you going home?"

"Wha? Hell no, I never go back on holidays."

"But… The Weasleys… Don't you spend time with them?"

"Ah… I guess normally I would. But, they've only just got Percy to agree to come home, and I don't want to mess it up. He's still not a fan of me, he thinks I cause too much trouble for the Ministry."

Draco sighed in relief, "Well… er, I'm not going home either… So… If you wanted… Maybe we could spend it together?" The blond blushed and stared at his gloved hands.

Harry grinned and slipped his hand around Draco's "I'd like that."

The next two weeks were particularly frantic for the teens, both worrying about what to get the other. Finally, breaking down, Draco sought help.

The blond peeked his head into the library nervously. He saw a pile of books with brown curls peeking over the top and headed toward the table.

"Hermione?" he called.

The brunette pushed some books aside and blinked owlishly at him. "Draco? What is it?" she asked a bit nervously.

"Er, well… Christmas is coming… And I wanted to get Harry something special… But I… I don't really…"

"You need help picking out a gift?"

"Er… Yes…

"Well… Why don't you get him a ring?"

Draco looked skeptical. "A ring? Really?"

"Yeah, like a promise ring- only it would look more like a graduation ring."

"A what?"

She removed a small silver band from her right ring finger and set it on the table. She tapped her wand against it and it transfigured into a larger ring, bulky, yet elegant. "Something like that. I'm trying to get Ron to buy me one, but… he's just so thick headed. I figure I'll just tell him that this one is from Viktor Krum, maybe he'll buy me one then," she rambled on mumbling about the stupidity of men.

Draco eventually tuned her out and nodded slowly. A ring for a promise. It wasn't a bad idea.

Christmas arrived and Draco woke with his nerves on fire. He and Harry were to exchange gifts before dinner then meet in the room of requirement afterwards to spend Christmas together. He had dressed in his nicest clothes, forgoing his cloak, and slipped out of the room of requirement. He walked along the hall happily smiling at other students, regardless of their house.

He reached the knight in armor and waited patiently. When Harry arrived the raven looked flustered and out of breath. His hair was surprisingly straight; his bangs swept sideways across his forehead covering his scar. He was wearing black dress robes for the banquet, with an emerald green vest over a fancy white dress shirt.

"Wow…" Draco said with an appreciative sight. "You look amazing."

Harry grinned and bent down to give him a small kiss. "You do too."

Draco smiled, pulling a small green box out of his pocket. "Here" he said, "Your present."

Harry beamed and pulled a small red box out of his own pocket. They exchanged gifts quickly, Draco grabbing his by the gold ribbon, immediately pulling the lid off the fancy little box. When he pulled off the top, he nearly gasped. Harry had gotten him a ring as well. It was practically the same design, yet somehow a little more slender and graceful – a gentle white gold in comparison to the 24K gold he'd picked out for the raven. It was absolutely beautiful, the emerald glinting in the soft candlelight of the hall, and Harry helped to slide it onto his right ring finger effortlessly.

Draco blushed and bit his lip giving the raven a tight hug. "Goddamn it. Looks like we both had the same idea… Ask Hermione for ideas."

Harry blinked and stared at Draco's small box. The raven grinned and pulled off the lid, seeing the bulky gold ring, topped with a ruby.

Harry's eyes brightened and he laughed as he slid the ring on. "They're great. Shall we go to dinner?" he asked holding an arm out to the blond,

Draco took it and smiled, leaning up to kiss the raven on the cheek. "Alright. See you at nine."

Dinner was awkward for Harry. He sat across from Neville, Dean and Seamus, with Lavender Brown on his right, and Luna, who had left her own table, on his left. Lavender was picking questions at Harry about Ron, and why exactly Hermione had gone with him herself this Christmas.

When he'd finished his second piece of pie, he glanced at the Slytherin table noting that Draco was already gone. Clearing his plate, he pushed back his plate and stood from the table.

"Going already Harry?" Seamus asked, a knowing grin on his face.

"Ah… Well… You know… It's been a long day."

Dean smirked. "Well then, better get some shut eye. Don't want you being too exhausted tomorrow."

Harry grinned and nodded, leaving the table. He trotted off, through the great hall, passing the library to get to the Room of Requirement. As he reached their meeting spot, he paused, grinning to himself thinking that this was the first time he'd ever spent Christmas with someone he loved.

Harry pushed open the door and stepped into the room, shutting it gently behind him. He chuckled seeing the ridiculously opulent decorations Draco had procured. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. When he saw the bed his eyes widened. Draco was laying in a curled position on the surprisingly small bed, his knees bent up and inwards towards his chest. His shoes were lying by the side of the bed, and his dress robes sliding off onto the floor.

Harry smiled and shook his head. Draco must have been tired if he'd passed out on the bed. The raven quietly toed off his shoes, tugging off his robe and loosening his shirt. He unclipped his tie and set it to rest on the rest of his clothes, which he folded neatly and placed on a largely cushioned chair near the door. He padded through the room sidling alongside the bed until he got behind Draco. Slowly, he lifted a leg on to the bed, and climbed on with as much delicacy as he possessed.

He grimaced when the bed squeaked as he put his weight on it, but the blond didn't wake up, so he pushed onto the bed and turned over slowly, curling himself around the blond's small from. Wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's torso, he breathed in softly, taking in the scent of the smaller male. Smiling, he rest his head on the newly materialized pillow, nestling himself into Draco's hair.

He tugged the teen closer to his body, undaunted by the size of the clearly one-person bed. He sighed happily and pressed a kiss to Draco's neck, and snuggled down, not noticing as the room blessed them with a second blanket that carefully draped itself around their bodies. The raven drifted off into a pleasant and deep sleep, and he couldn't help but think that there was no better way to spend his Christmas.

As Draco woke, he blinked his eyes, allowing his silver-gray orbs to become used to the light streaming in from the enchanted windows. He yawned slowly, and tried to stretch, only to realize that his movement was restricted by a pair of large, strong arms that encircled his waist. The blond smiled softly and snuggled back into his boyfriend's chest, sighing as he reclaimed the peace that sleep had given him. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he sat up straight, knocking the raven behind him back and off the bed.

"Oh! Harry, fuck, I'm sorry!" the blond apologized as he watched the raven struggle to comprehend the situation, rubbing his head and wincing.

"S'alright… I knew it would be a tight fit when I climbed in."

Draco's brows furrowed together. "Why… Why didn't the room just expand the bed?"

Harry blinked owlishly before a sheepish grin crossed his face. "Maybe because it sensed that we didn't really need a bigger bed. I just wanted to be close to you."

The blond blushed and drew the sheets around him. "And now? Do you want to be close?"

Harry smiled warmly, and knelt, taking Draco's hand and pressed his lips to the black ink on his wrist. The blond shivered and used his other hand to hold the blankets together. The raven pressed a kiss to the blond's knee. "I always want to be close to you."

Draco swallowed. "Then… maybe you should start by returning to the bed."

Harry stood slowly, taking in Draco's ruffled and breathless appearance. If that wasn't an invitation to get naked, he didn't know what was. Suddenly Draco frowned, his face tugging into a moue of disappointment.

The raven stared worriedly and rubbed the blond's shoulder slowly. "What's wrong?"

The blond shook his head, his soft hair moving about his face. "Last night was supposed to be special. I was going to wait for you, and we'd spend Christmas together, and it would be the best Christmas, but… I just fell asleep." The blond looked up at Harry, his eyes wide and full of disappointment.

Harry smiled and pulled the blond into a hug. "Regardless of expectations… It really was the best Christmas I've ever had."

Draco pushed away, his hands pressing against the raven's firm chest. "Don't… Really, I know you spend Christmas with the Weasleys. Why didn't you go this year? Won't they be missing you? You can't seriously tell me that you had a better time with me." He stated crossly.

Harry stilled, and then smiled again, irritating Draco with the overwhelming sense of patience that dripped from his words. "Really Draco. I mean it. Sure, when I was a kid, having Christmas with the Weasley's was the most wonderful thing I could have possibly imagined." Draco's face dropped. "But, now… Now I'm just like any other kid. Any other kid that has had Christmas with his family many times, and can afford to take it for granted. What means the most for me now, is to be with the person that I love." Draco still didn't looked convinced, so Harry held up a hand. "On my parents grave, I swear it's true."

Draco grinned and blushed deeply. "So you don't mind… that we didn't… youknow… do anything?"

"Draco, we have all the time in the world for that. We don't necessarily have to do that all the time. Sometimes it's nice just to be together. Like when we first met. I mean, really. It took us both a lot to even get to that point, being physical. It doesn't mean that just because we've gotten there, that's all there is. Right?"

"Right." Draco sighed softly and pulled Harry back into his arms. It really was all he needed for Christmas. He just needed to be close to Harry.

"… I love you."

Draco glanced nervously over his right shoulder. He knew Harry was there, but it was strange, not being able to see him. The raven hand insisted on wearing his invisibility cloak while they do their shopping. The blond made his way through Diagon Alley, occasionally stopping at stores to buy small trinkets. Finally, Harry pulled him away from the road pulling him down the small sloping hills.

"Harry… Where are we going?" Draco asked nervously as he stared to recognize their surroundings.

The invisible boy said nothing but continued to tug his hand urgently. Draco felt a chill down his back.

"Harry?" Draco felt the hand tighten on his as they as they reached a worn wooden fence.

Suddenly Harry tugged off his cloak, revealing himself. He's face was flushed and his mouth was pulled into a big grin. He pulled himself over the short fence then turned to look at Draco.

"Well? Come on then!"

"Harry… The Shrieking Shack? Why on earth?"

"You'll see once we get inside. You'll love it, I promise."

"B-But, Harry, Ghosts haunt that place, haven't you herd?"

Harry chuckled. "Oh I've heard. But I also know that those rumors are totally nonsense. Do you remember Professor Lupin?"

"The werewolf?"

"Yeah. He was a student at Hogwarts as well. When the full moon came around, he would be taken here. The sounds people heard were all him transforming and stuff."

"But… It's so far from school."

"Ah, not really. It's a secret passageway to school grounds as well."

Draco stared for a minute, his mouth opening. "Well, you're just full of surprises aren't you?"

Harry laughed. "But of course. Now come on. I have something I want to show you." He tugged Draco around the back to where he had pried to boards off earlier. He helped Draco inside; then climbed through as well.

Draco was waiting patiently, his hands fiddling with his green and silver scarf nervously.

Harry smiled and took his hand, tugging him up the stairs and into a small room. Draco stumbled after him into the dimly lit space.

His eyes opened in wonder and he stared at the display before him compared to the rest of the place, this room was a paradise. The walls looked newly painted, the carpet was a plush red, and the room appeared to be newly furnished. In the center of the room was a large rack of branches, upon which sat various candles, glowing dimly to light up the pretty room.

"H-Harry… How on earth?" Draco questioned.

"Hermione helped me with some of the trickier transfigurations, and she fire-proofed the room… I, er… had a bit of an accident earlier." The raven averted his eyes and scrathched the back of his neck nervously.

Draco gazed at the candles. Below a chair there laid a basket with a bottle of firewhiskey and some glasses. Harry swooped down and produced two glasses from the basket.

"How about a drink."

Draco blinked and nodded. 'Sure…"

"Have you ever had firewhiskey?"

"Er, well… I've had some… mixed in other drinks."

Harry chuckled. "Ron and I nick some from the kitchens occasionally."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Draco scrunched his nose. "Why do they have it at school?"

"Well some teachers, I'd imagine, take a little alcohol to loosen up. Take Snape for example. When you were at home with your father, I saw him toss back a few shots." Harry grinned and poured a glass for his blond friend. "Here. Drink it slow."

Draco nodded and took the glass. He brought it to his mouth and sipped leisurely, enjoying the slight burn as it melted on his tongue. Harry joined him, pouring his own glass as he watched his lover.

Draco felt his stare and looked up, seeing Harry's bright green eyes locked on him, studying him as if devouring his image. The blond blushed and averted his eyes. He lifted his glass and downed his drink.

The raven smirked and refilled his glass. "I was thinking, for your birthday. From me, you may have whatever you like."

Draco glanced up questioningly. "How do you mean?"

"I mean, if you happened to want a new broom, I'll buy it for you. Should you wish to see Ron's hair bright pink, I'll deliver… If you want me to be your servant, so I shall be… So Draco, I ask, what will you have me do?"

"Anything?" Draco asked. The blond turned pink and fiddled with the glass in his hands. Finally, he looked up at Harry and cleared his throat nervously. "Then… Would you maybe… do you think… Tonight… Could we stitch roles? I-I mean, i-if you don't want to, that's… but I-"

Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's silencing him immediately.

"If that's what you want Draco, I'd be happy to. After all, you're a man too."

Draco smiled gratefully at the comment. "Well, for now… Why don't we finish this?" He lifted the bottle and smirked at the raven.

Harry grinned and nodded, allowing Draco to refill his glass. The two talked and laughed and drank, the alcohol lowering boundaries and inhibitions, and as time rolled on the two of them relaxed in each other's arms. When the small bottle was empty and the candles nearly done. Harry stood carefully and offered his arm to Draco. The blond took it and stood, stumbling and leaning on his lover. Harry grinned and helped the younger teen find his balance before leading him out of the room with a coy glance. Draco flushed and followed him up the stairs further into the house, towards what would no doubt be their room for the night's festivities.

When Harry opened the Door, Draco's jaw became unhinged. The room was large and opulent, a large bed with many decorative pillows. The blond turned to look at Harry, his eyes narrowed.

"You… were preparing for this?" He asked, his voice light.

"Ah…" Harry scratched his head. "Er, well, I'd hoped, but…" He shrugged helplessly. Draco gave a wicked grin.

"I had planned on being gentle, however, now that I know how enthusiastic you are, I won't bother."

Harry's eyes widened and he was about to protest when Draco stunned him, sending him backwards onto the bed. He groaned when he sat up from the pillows, his eyes opening wide again when he saw Draco before him.

"Strip." said the blond coolly, his wand pressed to Harry's skin kissing his neck slightly with its point.

Harry swallowed and did as he was told, stripping himself of his clothing. When his shoes and socks had been toed out of, and his clothes dropped beside the bed, Draco lifted his wand and muttered a short carpe retractum and ropes shot out binding Harry's hands and legs to the bed the course material biting into his wrists and under his pulling them apart and blushed as his body was posed lewdly as a girl in playboy.

Draco put his wand aside on the bed and crossed his arms to pull his oxford gray sweater over his head. Harry stared up at the blond who regarded him, his hair mused, his eyes shrewd – glazed over slightly from the alcohol, his bare chest… suddenly he didn't look quite so delicate. He looked like a cunning Slytherin about to devour his prey. Draco's hand trailed down Harry's face and the raven shivered. The hand smoothed down the side of his neck until if found a small pink bud that it pinched and teased, circling it with his thumb. Harry breathed out heavily, staring up into those silver gray eyes. The blond grinned at him and allowed his hands to wander lower smoothing the skin on his belly, feeling the soft flesh of his thighs, spread open of him.

"It's a great view." Draco commented with a smirk.

"Perv." Harry laughed.

Draco gripped the hot flesh at the apex of his thighs, "Really? I'm the pervert? Because if this," he gripped the erection tightly, "is any indication, I'd say you were the dirty one.

Harry glanced and turned his head away, embarrassed for some reason. He'd never been shy about his body before, but now he felt like covering himself.

Draco sensed his pulling back, saw his knees bending in, felt Harry's pulse speed up. He grinned and grabbed one of the extrapolate pillows. He leaned over and breathed over Harry's length. The raven shivered and Draco allowed his tongue to delicately lick around the head, teasing, torturing Harry, never getting to close, never giving enough. The raven groaned and arched his back, tightening against the ropes that bound him. Draco took the opportunity to shove the pillow under Harry's lower back, straining Harry's legs tightly, forcing the rave' pelvis up, giving the blond a better view of his present.

Harry shuddered as Draco resumed his activities, taking him in, inch by inch until he reached his limit. The raven teen's legs quivered and ached as he felt the delicious heat settle in his belly.

"Draco…" He groaned, and the blond pushed his knees farther apart, allowing his hand to drop even further.

The blond allowed his gaze to drop as he tilted his head, getting a better angle. He could see the small puckered entrance contract as Harry's muscles shifted and clenched. The blond's hand reached for his wand again and he pressed it to the cleft of his boyfriend's ass. The raven gasped and struggled against his binds again when he felt a cool substance invading his passage.

"W-What?" He mumbled, and tried to sit up, tried to close his legs, but he ropes held him down. "Draco-"

"Oh hush, it's just the spell for lubrication," the blond said before resuming his earlier ministrations.

The raven blushed as he felt the cool trickle drip out of his ass, and onto his sensitive flesh. The blond's eyes flowed the drip and this thumb smoothed the line of the soft skin and back to where it had poured. His thumb rubbed over the opening, pressing in lightly and circling with his thumb. He kept his tongue busy though to keep Harry distracted. His thumb ran over the orifice over and over pressing softly at it, and smoothing around it until he finally felt the muscles relax.

When he knew the raven was comfortable, he slipped his hand down, and slowly pushed a finger inside. He felt the raven stiffen, but he soothed him with his wicked tongue, moaning around the ever-hardening erection. When the contracted muscles once again relaxed, Draco began pumping the digit in and out with slow patient movements.

As he added a finger, he noted Harry's scrunched faced, the gritting of teeth, and strained breath. Immediately his mouth left his lover's cock in lieu of kissing him with all he had. The raven reciprocated his kiss with much difficulty, attempting to relax his face, and his body as the blond's hand began to move more freely. When the blond released his lips, Harry breathed out slowly.

"Is this… How you fell… Every time? Burns…"

The blond chuckled. "No, not really. I've gotten used to it. My body's gotten used to it. It gets better, believe me I wouldn't let you do this to me if it didn't."

The raven's brow furrowed and he looked away.

"Harry… Harry. I would let myself do this to you if I didn't think you'd like it."

The teen looked back up at him slowly, nodding and giving him a shaky smile. "Yeah… Okay."

The blond nodded, rested his hands on the teen's hips, his hands smoothing out the soft skin of his hips and thighs, rubbing away the tension as he moved to kneel between the raven's legs, pulling Harry's thighs up over his own. He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend again. His hands left the body beneath him to unbutton his jeans, and pull them down a bit.

When the cool air hit his cock, he groaned. He wanted so bad to thrust into the tight heat, but he wanted it to be good for Harry. After all, Harry worked extra hard to please him, so his pride as a man couldn't allow for Harry to be better then him. No. He'd take this nice and slow, so this time Harry would be the one begging for more.

Draco pulled away from his lover's sweet lips and smiled. Harry opened his eyes and stared at Draco, his eyes flickering, looking for something. Apparently he found it because he nodded and smiled. Draco grinned and nuzzled the ravens face, allowing the tip of his nose to trail up the other teen's face until he reached the raven's forehead. There he let his head tip back until his lips touched gently against the lightning bolt etched into his lover's skin. It was burning. Draco wondered if the scar heated every time they made love.

He drew back and guided himself to his lover's entrance and pushed slowly into the tight welcoming heat. The raven groaned and shook, his diaphragm raising and falling much faster, his eyes squeezed shut tight at the feeling of the foreign invader pushing inside him. He shuddered and his muscles clenched trying to force the invader out.

Draco gasped as the sphincter tightened around him almost painfully, causing him to sink even dipper into the warmth.

"Harry. Relax, you've got to relax." He demanded, rubbing smooth circles on the teen's abdomen. "Come on, breathe. Breathe and relax."

Harry inhaled sharply, held it, and freed it slowly, allowing his body to relax. He grimaced as he felt Draco's cock enter him completely.

"Harry, open your eyes. Come on, look at me Love."

He forced them open and looked up at the blond, trying to focus his gaze.

"See Harry, that's it. Look at me."

Harry nodded, his breathing relaxed just a bit, and Draco smoothed his face, brushing the bangs slick with sweat, off his forehead.

"You okay?"

Harry forced a smiled and laughed. "Hell yeah. It's nothing compared to the Cruciatus Curse, right?"

"Yeah… Yeah, so… Can you loosen up a bit?"

The raven blushed and exhaled slowly, relaxing all his muscles. His legs relaxed and the tension left his lower back.

"Can I move now?"

"Ah, yeah, um... J-Just-"

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." The blond smirked he placed his hands on his boyfriend's hips and withdrew slowly. " You okay?"

Harry winced from the burn he felt. "Yeah."

"Good." Draco thrust back in, pumping his body in and out, slow undulations the raven groaned and threw his had back, his hands clenching and unclenching in their bindings.

The blond leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth and allowed his tongue to caress the already made sensitive nub. Harry pushed his chest off the bed, his head falling back, thing to get more of the blond's devilish mouth. Draco groaned around the nub, sending pleasant vibrations throughout Harry's chest. He snaked his hand down to Harry's cock, trying to awaken the passion.

The brunette moaned as his sensitive flesh was stimulated, his erection coming back, he bent his knees a bit and thrust up into Draco's hand.

"Are you okay Harry?" he asked again, moving a bit slower.

"God, yes, right there-" Harry swallowed as he recovered from the shock of pleasure that had flared through him.

Draco grinned. Finally. He grabbed his hips and drove in hard, the raven cried out, struggling to lift his hips, to move, but the ropes bound him tight.

"Draco! Please, ropes!" he stuttered.

The bond nodded, disoriented and brought his hands up towards Harry's bringing their lips together for a passionate kiss while he undid the ropes binding Harry down. The raven drew his hands down Draco's back, his nails dragging upwards as Draco snapped his hips with renewed vigor. The raven's hands lowered until the reached the soft sweet ass he loved so much. His hands closed around it and he used his strong, quidditch muscles to draw the blonds cock deeper into his body, closer to that spot. Draco stilled his motions just long enough to lean back and fumble with the rope around Harry's left ankle before yanking off the ones on his right.

When both his legs were free Harry brought them up around Draco's back, urging him deeper, his hands slid back up the blond's back, soothing over the freshly healed scars there, and he held onto to his boyfriend, feeling the hot flesh cling to his. The bond leaned forward and Harry moaned as his cock was pressed between them.

Draco grimaced, he could feel the tension building in his abdomen, the warm slick heat filling out through his chest and thighs, but it wasn't enough. Growling fiercely, he pulled out and gripped Harry's arm, forcing him to turn over. The teen gasped from the forceful feeling of the withdrawal, and he blinked with confusion when he as he was pressed into the pillows, his ass high in the air.

Suddenly, Draco spread him and thrust back in, giving him no time to ask what had happened. That's when he felt it. Draco was in him, all the way, touching that spot. The raven moaned and allowed his right hand to pleasure himself. He jerked his hand with rough turgid movements while the blond pounded into his ass. The blond grunted moving faster and bit into Harry's shoulder. Hard. The raven shuddered and twisted to capture the blond's mouth. The teen shuddered into the kiss and thrust deep into the tight hole, groaning as he released deep into his lover.

Harry shuddered as he felt the warm release inside him, and drip out of him. Suddenly, Draco's hand joined his and he stroked him towards completion He felt the blond collapse onto his back, breathing harshly into his ear, still coming down from his euphoric high.

"Come Harry. Come for me." And he did. The raven gave a great sigh, releasing his seed onto their hands, quivering in the aftermath.

Draco carefully withdrew and Harry winced as he felt much of the cum follow, and travel down the cleft of his ass. He shuddered and sighed, laying down and pulling the blond close to him. The blond stiffened and sighed, allowing himself to be pulled under the sheets.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Mmn… What for?" Harry mumbled, shifting under the silk covers.

"That… It didn't seem very be good for you, and I… got over zealous. I should have controlled myself."

Harry shook his head and gave Draco a soft kiss on his brow. "You were fine, it was good," he said tiredly.

Draco frowned at the unenthusiastic response. He sighed and turned over. Harry opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend. Seeing his dejected state he sighed again, and put his arms around the blonde, pulling the smaller teen's back flush to his chest.

"Hey. Really, It wasn't bad, I'm just tired."

"And sore?" The blond shot him a look.

"No..." Harry blinked slowly, surprised at the realization. "No, actually. You were… You were really careful weren't you?"

Te blond blinked, surprised. "You… Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I still feel your dick in my ass, but… Like I said, that's not a bad feeling."

Draco's eyes widened. "So, it wasn't bad?"

"No?" the raven laughed. "Now, I'll admit that I prefer 'loving' to being loved, but any time you feel up to taking over, I won't be opposed to it."

A small smile spread over the blond's face and turned over to hug Harry tightly.

"That's okay. I actually prefer being loved myself."

He felt the raven relax in his arms and he chuckled. Harry was definitely relieved. "Harry? It's late, can we stay here tonight?"

"Of course. No blood way I'm walking back now."

The blond grinned and kissed the raven's collarbone.

"Night Harry."

The raven smiled and pressed a kiss to the blond's forehead. "Goodnight Draco."

By the end of January the two had settled into a comfortable lull once more. After their night in the shrieking shack, Harry was much more gentle with him, knowing from experience how he needed to be treated. Draco felt a greater sense of respect, and his male pride was able to rebuild itself.

After a few occasional silent offers to switch roles (which he took of course), and other more regular steamy nights together, the two decided to ease up on their skin relations, and focus on being intimate in other ways. They'd begun playing their favored games at night, and even went as far as to invite Pansy and Hermione to play with them, giving the two girls the opportunity to get to know one another, having been the silent supporters for so long.

The girls got along surprisingly well, both being clever and sarcastic. Draco was pleased that Pansy had someone else to talk to, a girl, because he knew she had much on her mind. Most of it had to do with their impending engagement, and her relationship with Blaise, so she couldn't very well discuss the matter with him. The two girls began to speak often, on their own without the boys.

As much as Draco enjoyed being in a group, he missed his alone time with Harry. He also had this creeping suspicion that they were being watched. Whenever Pansy followed him to the Room of Requirement, he couldn't help but feel another pair of eyes on him. He wanted to voice these feelings to Harry, but he didn't want the other teen to be worried or feel paranoid about spending time with Pansy, because the two had just finally begun to get to know one another, and Draco greatly appreciated their newfound comradeship. Pansy was his best friend, and Harry was his most important person. He really wanted the two of them to get along.

When February rolled around the blond was truly glad that the girls were preoccupied in their own romantic endeavors so that he could reclaim his alone time with Harry. Unfortunately their teachers interfered with their free time, adding piles of homework to their already massive load. Harry had gone as far as holing himself up in the Gryffindor tower, studying with Ron out of fear that he'd fail his History and Greenhouse exams.

Draco, undaunted by the amount of work, found himself alone during his free time. He took to strolling the halls, and meandering around the dungeons, helping Severus with various tasks to avoid boredom. It had been so long since he'd had to entertain himself, he'd nearly forgotten how. He couldn't understand how he'd dealt with it before he'd become friends with Harry.

Another Hogsmead trip came around, a few days before Valentine's Day, and Draco was really hoping to spend it with Harry, but the raven was swamped with work and rather preoccupied. He apologized when he saw Draco's disappointment, but was adamant. Hermione had apparently created study time-tables for Harry and the weasel that left practically no room for relaxing. She'd offered to make him one as well initially, and Draco almost wished he'd taken her up on the offer so he could pull Harry down from the tower to study with him instead of Ron. Almost.

Spending some time alone really was giving him a chance to sit back and think on the past few months, happily remembering special moments that had helped him grow as a person. As much as he'd grown to appreciate these moments to reflect, he wasn't as happy to go to Hogsmead alone. He almost declined the trip, but decided to go anyways. There was only a bit more time until the romantic holiday came to pass, and Draco wanted to get Harry a personalized gift.

When the students were released, Draco found himself wandering down old paths, his feet naturally dragging him along the roads towards Knockturn alley. A part of him felt like he shouldn't be there. He knew Harry certainly wouldn't appreciate him venturing back towards some of the black market vendors, but he had something in mind he wanted, and it took a bit of dark magic to do it right. He wanted something special for Harry, and Borgin and Burkes was the place to get 'special' things.

Harry frowned, leafing through his book to find a name of a particular goblin that had beheaded his victims with a beveled scythe. Suddenly he heard a small squeak and he turned quickly to address the small creature living a small cage beside his bed. Harry shivered when he neared the metal contraption, but steeled himself and put his hand on the clasp, releasing the door. The fluffy animal squealed and jumped out to nuzzle his hand. He breathed out a sigh of relief and chuckled, withdrawing his hand from the wretched contraption and pet the furry little creature.

He smiled at it and continued petting as he sat on the floor and leaned back against his bed. He knew Draco was feeling slightly neglected, but if he wanted to keep this secret an actual surprise for Valentine's day, he'd have to hide away for a while to take care of the little guy. He had a lot to say to Draco on Valentine's Day. This gift was a good way to segue into more serious topics. He knew Draco would love it.

Draco scarfed down his lunch quickly, occasionally patting his robe pockets to assure that the small parcel was still tucked safely on his right. He was barely listening to Pansy, who was gushing about how Zabini had left roses by her quarters, and focused on gulping down the remains of his cider. Fluttering cupids annoyed him as they dropped letters here and there amongst the students, some of them even bursting out into song when they reached their usually horrified recipients.

Suddenly a thick stack of pink and red cards were dropped in front of his plate, and Draco jumped, surprised. Pansy leaned over him to look at the pile and grinned at him.

"Wow. You've gotten quite a bit more than last year."

Draco blushed. "I don't see why. I haven't engaged myself with barely anyone this year, even in my own house."

"Ah, but you've been nicer lately. You've been so happy you don't have nearly as many insults rolled up your sleeves. You smile at people in the halls. Plus, you exude a greater sex appeal now don't you think? Even I noticed. Right around your birthday they just soared. You've gotten sexy."

Draco could hear muffled grunts coming from Zabini's direction, and he frowned at Pansy. "Please tell me you didn't write me one of these wretched things."

"Of course not. I sent for Belgium chocolates like I do every year. You'll get them at dinner." She smiled obliviously as the dark boy next to her ground his teeth as he viciously attacked his turkey sandwich.

"Ah. Well then, as long as it's not a declaration of love."

"Speaking of which, did you get something special in that pile?" She grinned rakishly at him.

Blushing, he slid off the twine and began to sift through the letters. A surprising amount were from Hufflepuff girls. He blinked as he saw a simple white envelope with familiar writing. The loopy, delicate writing belonged to Hermione Granger. He glanced at Pansy, who obviously noticed the same thing, and opened the envelope. There was a small handmade card inside, muggle style with no moving pictures or music. The words were simply printed, unmoving on the paper.

'Dear Draco,

Harry would like it very much if you would meet him after lunch at the large oak tree you fell out of. Happy Valentines Day!

Love,

Hermione'

The blond grinned and showed it to Pansy who smiled back instantly.

"Well, have at it why don't you? You haven't been paying attention to me anyways."

He grinned sheepishly at her, and handed her the cards. "Put these away for me will you? I'll go through and deal with them later."

"Sure."

Draco stood from the table and felt his pocket again for the small trinket. He shook his head happily and walked out of the Great Hall, heading for the grounds.

Harry paced around the tree nervously, his gift for Draco hidden underneath a red sheet beneath the oak tree. He didn't know if he had the perfect gift, or if he was totally missing the mark. Either way, he'd find out soon. He traced his fingers along the gnarled bark of the tree wistfully. So much had happened in the past few months. They'd both grown so much, but there was such fragility in their relationship, even now. He wanted to remove that. He needed stability. He wanted to know that this would be forever. Thinking logically he knew it was too much to as for. Forever. It was something nearly unattainable, and it certainly wouldn't be fair to force Draco to make such a promise… But he loved the boy so much… If he had to, he'd make the blond perform an Unbreakable Vow someday, so the boy could never leave him.

The blond wandered across the field to the oak tree where his boyfriend was standing. He grinned and quickened his pace.

"Harry!" he called.

The raven turned and smiled at him. "Hey. You're here."

"Yeah. I came as soon as I got the message." He smiled at the other boy.

Harry scratched his head nervously. "I, er… got you something."

Draco lips stretched into an easy smile, and he looked up at the taller teen patiently. Harry turned around and pulled something out from behind the tree. Something under a red cloth. The raven pushed it towards him and motioned for him to reveal it. When he pulled the cover of he gasped. Beneath the crimson sheet, there was a small cage containing an adorable red pygmy puff! The body was a deep rich red, while the feet and facial markings were a soft golden color.

"His name is Leo," the raven commented nervously. "So, I… hope you like him."

"He's amazing! I love his coloring!" the blond replied happily. "But… the cage…" Draco tilted his head his eyes wide and worried. "Didn't it bother you?"

The raven looked away, his cheeks coloring a bit. "Well, yeah, of course it did… But I really wanted to get him for you, so…"

The blond put the cage on the ground and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the other boy.

"Thank you so much. He's amazing," he breathed out slowly. He felt a warm kiss on the top of his head, and he pulled back slowly.

"I have something for you too."

Carefully he pulled the parcel out of his pocket and held it in front of Harry. The raven took it wordlessly and unwrapped the small gift. The paper gave way to reveal a small metal snake, straight and pointed.

"I need you to open in for me Harry."

"Open?"

"It has to be commanded in parsletongue."

Harry shifted uneasily. "So it's dark magic."

"I know it seems that way," the blond replied, "but I promise it's not bad."

Harry nodded and parted his lips to let the slippery command come out. The teen watched in amazement as the snake glowed and it seemed to almost come to life, its jaw unhinging revealing a sharp dagger like tongue. Draco picked up the metal snake and pressed his finger to the tongue, flinching a bit as the sharp edge drew blood. As a seal was made, the drop of blood fell to the back of the snake's throat, and it's mouth closed, the jaw sealing forever.

Harry blinked in amazement. "What was that?" he asked, bewildered.

"Actually, it's an earring." Draco admitted. "I was hoping you'd wear it for me."

"An earring? Why the blood than, what was that?"

Draco smiled softly. "It's a special talisman. It'll let you know if I'm in danger, and it'll guide you to me. I bought it because… I want you to know that I'll be by your side forever. I'll never leave you, not even if I have to face my own family, or even Voldemort." The blond prided himself in saying the name without stuttering. He'd certainly practiced in the mirror enough.

"I don't want you to worry about my safety, so this is a direct line to me… Will you wear it?"

The raven swallowed, his heart beating rapidly. The words he'd felt, Draco had been able to say them so easily. He nodded slowly, feeling a strange warmth fill up his chest.

"Of course I will."

Draco smiled and placed the snake's tail against Harry's earlobe. Tracing the skin gently, the metal activated and swiftly left Draco's fingertips to pierce through the skin. After the earring was through, the tail curled downward, leaving Harry with a thick curled ring in his left ear.

"It looks amazing," Draco breathed, happy with how his gift had turned out. He had turned his attention back to the pygmy puff when Harry cleared his throat.

"Hey. I… actually wanted to do one more thing," the raven murmured.

He grabbed Draco's hand and took out his wand. Slowly, his eyes locked on Draco's, he etched a heart in the tree with his wand.

"This is an old muggle tradition, but… I would really like it if we could put our initials here." Harry said, his face flushing.

Draco beamed, taking out his own wand. Pointing it at the bark, he engraved a cursive D, leaving half of the heart for Harry to add a plus sign, and his own rough lettering. When it was finished, the two stepped back to admire their handiwork. Harry turned to look at the blond, overcome with a great sense of fulfillment. Leaning forward he captured the blonds lips with his own, hoping to retain this feeling forever.

Near the school, a dark figure watched the pair with narrowed eyes. They would not let the blond get away with this. There would be punishment. There would be pain. And perhaps… The Potter boy would finally die.