Draco rushed up the stairs, dragging his stumbling husband behind him. Harry didn't think to protest. He didn't have anything to protest about. He was married! Draco jerked him into the empty guest bedroom and closed the door. Then he backed himself against the door and pulled Harry forward. Harry stopped from smacking into Draco by placing hands on either side of the man, trapping him in a cage. Their heaving breaths ran together as they panted. Draco's eyes flicked from Harry's green irises to the parted lips. His hands fell away from Harry's suit, dropping to his sides. Harry stared at Draco's fluttering eyes, watching it dance without rest. He shifted closer, Draco moving his chin up in response.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked in a whisper.
Draco gulped, his throat suddenly parched. "I don't know," he murmured, training his eyes against Harry's lips with certainty now. He saw it pull up into a soft smile. He licked his lips.
Harry could tell when Draco was restraining himself. His actions were slightly jerky and almost rehearsed, as though he was trying to act normal. Right then, he was breathing evenly with conscious effort, which left his flushed cheeks unheeded. Harry loved it all. "Well," he sighed, his breath floating over Draco and causing him to shiver, "we have an hour before the reception starts…"
Draco mumbled incoherently, not really caring for anything else but the man in front of him.
"But," Harry continued, "we shouldn't mess up our suits. Ron would have my head."
Draco was enthralled by Harry's lips and thoroughly miffed by the words that came out of them. "Heard of magic?" he asked.
Those lips quirked into a smirk. "Hmm…"
Draco wound his arms around Harry and pulled him close so they were touching from chest to hip. "I love you," he said proudly, brushing his nose against Harry's.
"I love you too," Harry answered.
Draco slid his lips down to Harry's neck that was partly hidden away by the stiff collar. "You cried," Draco observed.
"I did."
"I don't like tears," Draco confessed.
"I know," Harry laughed, clutching Draco and tilting his head to the side. "I don't mind them…"
They stood in silent embrace for a long while, Draco pressing loving kisses on Harry everywhere he could. Harry was content with skipping reception in favor of Draco. They slowed eventually, the adrenaline rush from the wedding wearing off until all that was left were two emotionally exhausted newly weds. "I just want to go to sleep," Draco groaned.
"I know what you mean," Harry answered.
"You are the perfect eye candy, Harry," Draco said, tilting his head to get another look at his lover.
"You think so?" Harry laughed, blushing.
"God, yes," Draco breathed, running light fingers through the black hair. "How on Earth could I have ever hated you?"
"You tell me," Harry grinned, dropping his embarrassed face against Draco's shoulder.
It took ten minutes of furious knocking from Ron and Blaise to finally get the two out of the room. Harry and Draco skittered away from the glares, brushing their suits smooth and making sure their hair wasn't mussed. "You can't blame us," Draco said. The moment Blaise and Ron opened their mouths to dish out a piece of their mind, Harry pulled Draco out of the hallway and down the stairs.
"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut."
Draco scowled, winding an arm around Harry's waist as they made their way towards the outdoor patio. "Good thing I have you," he said.
Harry glanced up at Draco briefly. "You know something?" he asked.
"What?"
"I want to hear your vows again…"
Draco chuckled, squeezing Harry to him. "Thank Blaise for that," he said.
"Yeah?" Harry murmured thoughtfully. "I think I will."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"What are you two muttering on about?" Hermione asked, scowling. "You should be out there. Come on!" She grabbed the two by their hands and dragged them out the doors. "How long are you planning on making the guests wait? Really! One would think you didn't know how this goes."
Draco rolled his eyes while Harry laughed. The receiving line was almost complete now. The guests were waiting by the arch near the garden, ready for the reception. The Weasleys and Narcissa were by the archway, first to greet. Then came the best men. Harry, Draco, and the children were made to stand at the back of the line, the last of the wedding party that would be receiving the guests. "Everybody ready?" Hermione asked.
"Sure?" Harry said hesitantly.
She flicked her wand at the arch, opening the gate. The wedding guests started filing in.
When the men thought back to that long stretch of formal greeting and endless smiling, it was all a blur. What they remembered next was being seated at the head table with piles of food in front of them. They were the center of attention, the rest of the tables scattered around them in loose arcs. "Oh, thank God," Harry moaned, shoveling chicken into his mouth.
"Ahem," Draco coughed.
"No," Harry slighted, turning a defiant chin at Draco. "I'll do as I please. It's my wedding day."
"Everybody's watching," Draco said, glaring at Harry. Harry glared back. Draco glared some more. Harry tried out his kicked puppy look. Draco's glare turned murderous. Harry slumped in defeat, putting his fork down. Draco gave him a smug smile and turned to his food, cutting it into elegant pieces.
"You suck," Harry muttered, scowling at his vegetables as he cut them with vengeance.
"No," Draco said patiently. "I'm teaching you manners, Potter."
"I'm teaching you manners, Potter," Harry mocked, pulling a face.
Draco sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. Then he leaned towards Harry and whispered, "Besides, if you have your fill right now, what will we do tonight?"
Harry's knife slipped, screeching on the plate. Blood drained from his face at the words and then flooded back in at his thoughts. "Damn," he murmured, already regretting his first five bites. "How do you expect me to eat after that?"
Draco smiled suggestively, returning to his food. But now all Harry could think of was his rather unclothed husband surrounded by white pillows. "Ugh," he huffed, disgusted with himself.
But Draco wasn't done. After swallowing, he moved closer to Harry and whispered, "Whipped cream or chocolate?"
Harry dropped his face in his hands, exhaling slowly. "You're one word away from being hexed, Malfoy," he muttered with vehemence.
"Syrup, then?"
Harry yanked Draco forward, a hairbreadth between then. "Just you," he whispered, kissing him. Draco smiled as he caressed Harry's cheek. "Delicious," Harry sighed.
"Now you're embarrassing me," Draco grinned, looking bashful. "Eat. You haven't had anything since breakfast."
Before Harry could answer, he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He turned to find Luna beaming down at him. "Harry," she said while hugging him. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks, Luna," Harry grinned. "I didn't even think you'd make it. I thought you were away on research."
"Of course I'd be here! Anything for you, Harry," she said gravely. Then she turned to Draco and hugged him. "Draco," she greeted.
Draco looked terrified as he stared at Harry from over Luna's shoulder. Harry shrugged with a happy smile.
"Thank you for making Harry laugh," she said sincerely. "I think you are amazing."
"I-I-I… I… I-"
"Thanks," Harry answered for Draco. "He means thanks."
"You're welcome," she said to Draco. "You should get that stutter looked after," she added. "One of my colleagues can barely speak because he's stuck on his T's. Good thing you're still at your I's." She waved to them as she walked away. Harry was cracking up behind his hand while Draco stared after Luna's vibrant blue dress and outrageous hat.
"If you hurt a hair on Harry's head, I will strip your hide off," Hagrid threatened.
"Okay, then," Harry blushed, pulling Draco closer to him just in case. "That really won't be necessary, Hagrid."
The half-giant merely scowled at Draco, meaning every word he said.
"CAKE!" the children squealed in delight when the dessert started floating onto the tables.
"Yum," Harry whispered, dropping a peck on Draco's lips so he could taste the last hint of chocolate.
"Good, right?" Draco praised.
"So much better than I remember," Harry agreed.
"Me or the cake?"
Harry snickered at Draco's wiggling brows. "Both," he answered.
Harry and Draco were minding their own business, swaying to the soft music with their arms around each other, when a hand crashed between them, breaking them apart. "I'm cutting in," Blaise said, whisking Draco away.
"I don't think this is allowed," Draco said, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.
"Sure, it is. I planned half this wedding," Blaise said, turning a defiant nose at Draco. "So I can do whatever I want with you."
"You brought a date," Draco said, arching a brow.
"Oh, she can take care of herself," Blaise brushed off.
Meanwhile, Harry wasn't left alone for too long. "Daddy!" Lily squealed, jumping up and down. "Dance with me!"
Harry laughed as he picked his daughter up. "I'd love to," he said with flourish, clutching one of her hands as they moved slowly. "You look so pretty, Lily."
She squirmed, blushing. "Thanks," she said, smiling. "Auntie Hermione put make-up on me. See?" She fluttered her eyelashes to show off her silver eyeshadow.
"Oh, I do see," Harry said, kissing Lily.
"When I grow up, I'm going to get married just like you, Daddy," she said solemnly. "And you have to dance with me then too, okay?"
Harry groaned with defeat, hugging her close. "You say the sweetest things," he whispered. "And you look like an angel tonight."
"Harry, m'boy!" Professor Slughorn said with a hearty thump to Harry's back. "Congratulations! What a marvelous wedding!"
"Thank you, sir," Harry said with a warm smile.
"Yes, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it," Professor Flitwick nodded eagerly. "How on Earth did you manage to keep the wedding so small?"
"Thanks to Hermione and Ron. They're pretty good wedding planners," Harry laughed.
"Goodness, I remember when you were a wee child trying to pot plants," Professor Sprout exclaimed. "Look at you now! They sure do grow up, don't they?" The other professors nodded in agreement, murmuring incoherently.
"When can we expect your children?" Headmistress McGonagall asked with a slight smile on her thin lips.
Harry blushed. "Um… James is… well, in a couple years, I guess," he stammered.
"I must say, I'm looking forward to it," she commented.
Harry and Draco were hidden in the shadows, taking a breather as they drank their wine. They were watching Andromeda and Narcissa who were seated off in the corner. Both women were stiff and had blank expressions on their faces.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Draco asked.
Harry sighed thoughtfully. "They… are probably talking about how well the Cannons are playing this season," he said gravely, causing Draco to sputter and cough as the wine went the wrong way. They laughed privately, leaning against each other as they watched the two sisters.
Neville gave Draco a stiff nod, turning to Harry after in an attempt to ignore the other man. "I heard you're back on the Auror team," he said with a small smile.
"Yes," Harry grinned. "Finally, huh?"
"You needed the break," Neville said. "I'm glad."
"And you? How's Hogwarts?"
"Business as usual," Neville grinned. "We're planning on building a few more greenhouses so I can do my research there as well. Thanks to Professor McGonagall, of course."
"Well, Draco here," Harry dropped a deliberate hand over Draco's shoulder, "is amazing with plants. Aren't you?"
Neville and Draco blinked at each other.
"Uh…"
"I…"
"You…"
"Er…"
Harry smiled sweetly. "I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about. I'll be over there," he said, waltzing away to chat with the Weasley brothers.
They blinked at each other, all color drained from their cheeks. "Damn," they murmured in unison.
Draco was in the process of beating Harry up when a rather significant number of members from Dumbledore's Army showed up. "Oh, for fuck's sake," Draco groaned, quickly stepping behind Harry just in case they decided to open fire.
"Hey, guys," Harry grinned.
"You're looking for trouble, marrying that guy," Dean said with a smirk.
"I know," Harry laughed, pulling Draco forward so they were standing side-by-side. "I must be insane, huh?"
"Or something else," Seamus rolled his eyes. "I'm just surprised you two haven't been killed yet."
"Trust me, I'm surprised too," Harry said, smiling at Draco.
"So, what do you do now, Malfoy?" Susan asked, jerking her brow at Draco.
He knew what this posse of Harry's was doing. They were silently threatening him without being too abrasive. And he had no idea what to do about that. "I'm… uh… I don't work," he stammered.
"Oh?" the group asked in unison, now looking at Harry.
"I like to have him at home. Warms the bed," Harry said nonchalantly.
Draco smacked Harry's head, pushing him away. "You bastard!" he exclaimed.
"Language," Harry laughed, slapping a hand to Draco's mouth.
"I'm glad you're of some use," Katie said with a wicked grin.
Seamus nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, we're very glad. Warming the bed in a noble profession," he remarked.
Draco jerked out of Harry's clutches. "Fuck you," he swore caustically, turning on his heel.
Harry tugged him back by the arm, spinning him around so he could kiss the pursed lips adoringly. "Love you," he whispered, much to Draco's frustration. He kept his hands on Draco while flicking his eyes at his friends. "He's the reason I rejoined the Ministry," he explained. "If he didn't force me into it, I'm sure I'd be warming the bed too."
"So rude," Draco huffed, feeling slightly better as Harry pressed another kiss on him.
"You can't make fun of him anymore, okay?" Harry added gravely, to which his friends nodded while trying ever so hard to keep straight faces. "I'm the only one who can do that."
"And I'm the one who's going to starve you," Draco muttered. "Besides," he added for the benefit of the group, "I'm rich enough to do what I want."
"Yeah. We see that," Dean said with a derisive snort.
Draco felt a nudge on his elbow. He glanced down at Teddy, rather surprised to find the boy with platinum hair not unlike his own. "Um… Why?" Draco asked.
"You see," Teddy said while raking his fingers through the strands, "Victoire's taken quite the liking for you. So I figured I'd-"
"Get out of here," Draco shooed, thoroughly embarrassed.
"What? I'm just saying," Teddy shrugged, walking away.
And after that all Draco could see was Victoire's adoring gaze, making him thoroughly uncomfortable.
"Aw, would you look at that?" Harry cooed, seeing Teddy with the children. "Teddy wants to look like you."
"Oh," Draco groaned in dismay, hiding his face in his hands.
"You two are rather… touchy feely, aren't you?" Dudley asked nonchalantly, sipping on his champagne.
"Go away," Harry grumbled.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course," Dudley continued. "It's rather fun to watch, actually."
The reception ended late at night, inebriated guests aplenty and even more sleeping children found scattered around the tables.
"Sure you can take care of this?" Harry asked Hermione nervously.
"Of course," she said, waving her hand at Harry. "You shouldn't be late for that Portkey."
"Hmm," Harry murmured as he picked up Scorpius who was fast asleep beside his plate of cake. Lily was already in Harry's hands, draped over his shoulder. He took the kids inside. Albus and James were wide awake and jittery, bouncing about with excitement.
Draco was waiting impatiently beside the Portkey. "You're going to make us late!" he said, urging Harry to hurry up.
"Sorry," Harry said, quickly handing Scorpius and Lily off to Ron. He pressed a quick kiss on both.
Scorpius stirred when he felt it. "Hmm?" he asked.
"Daddy and I have to go now, okay?" Harry whispered.
"No," Scorpius whined, reaching for Harry. "Don't go."
"You get to stay with Teddy," Harry reminded him, hugging him close. "Remember? It's going to be lots of fun! And we'll call you as soon as you wake up, okay?"
"I'll miss you," Scorpius whispered. Draco took the boy off of Harry's arms, speaking to him quietly.
In the meantime, Harry was kneeling beside James and Albus, giving them a stern warning. "Do everything Auntie Hermione and Uncle Ron says, okay? I don't want to hear anything bad about you two," he said.
"We'll be good," the boys promised.
"Take care of Lily and Scorpius?"
"Yeah."
"Call me everyday?"
"Yeah."
"Give me a kiss?"
The boys grinned, planting loud kisses on Harry's cheeks. "Have fun, Daddy," they said, hugging him. "We'll see you soon."
"Love you," Harry smiled, pressing quick kisses on his boys. Draco was pulling at him repeatedly now, trying to get him to let go of his children. Harry finished his hurried goodbyes with thankful smiles to Hermione and Ron. "Thanks for looking after them," he said.
"One minute," Draco warned.
"Seriously, where are we going that's so important?" Harry asked incredulously.
"It's supposed to be perfect and I'm not letting you ruin this, Potter," Draco growled.
Harry sighed in exasperation, shaking his head. "Are you sure you packed everything I'll need?" he asked.
"I packed your whole closet. What more do you want?" Draco asked.
"I just have a feeling that-"
"Too late," Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand and pushing it against the book. They hurtled through a whirlwind of blurry images and muffled sounds. Draco kept a steady grip on Harry, holding him close.
They landed gracefully by the doors.
Harry's jaw dropped as he took in the entrance of the resort. "What on Earth?" he asked breathlessly.
"Cool, huh?" Draco asked, tugging Harry forward.
"We can't afford this!" Harry squeaked, trying to rein Draco back. "No way in hell can we afford this!" He was staring up at the massive chandeliers, blocks of marble and expensive patrons who were too caught up in their own business to look at the two men.
"Sure, I can," Draco said airily.
"We have to send the kids to school," Harry hissed.
"School's overrated," Draco waved off. "Come on! I can't wait to see our suite."
"Suite?" Harry whimpered, shuffling close to Draco. He was thoroughly uncomfortable with being there in his suit. He didn't stick out, though, since the rest of the men in the lobby wore sharp suits as well, ready for a night out.
"Reservation under Malfoy," Draco said.
The man behind the desk nodded once, scanning his list. "I will ring for the concierge," he said with a bright grin and a slight Baltic accent. "He can help you with anything you might need. Here is your key." Draco was handed a rather ornate key that was sure to open a gaudy door. "I hope you will enjoy your stay with us." The man then leaned in and said, "The penthouse is one of our most sought after rooms, after all."
Harry blushed while Draco seemed quite pleased with the arrangements. In less than five minutes, they stepped out of their private elevator. "Give me a ring if you need anything else, Mr. Malfoy," the concierge said with a charming smile, bowing as the elevator doors closed between him and the married men.
"I'm going to faint," Harry whispered.
Draco engulfed Harry in a passionate kiss. "Ten days here and you won't want to leave. Trust me," he said in a sultry voice. Harry swallowed when he heard this, the words ringing in his spine and making him shiver. "But before we get too far, let's check this out." Draco pulled Harry along, walking down the corridor that opened into a large sitting area and a spacious kitchen.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry murmured, gazing out at the view. They faced the glittering city and the adjacent ocean. "This… this is amazing," he breathed, walking to the wall of windows and pressing a hand to the glass. Although it was late at night, the city looked alive. "Where are we?"
"Greece."
"Draco," Harry laughed hysterically, feeling ready to cry as he tried to comprehend everything. "What the hell did you do?"
"It's our honeymoon, isn't it?" Draco asked, wrapping his arms around Harry. They were pressed together chest to back, Draco sliding his chin in place against Harry's shoulder. "These are going to be some of the most amazing memories of our lives, okay?"
"You're spoiling me," Harry gushed, curving into Draco's body.
"Just for a few days. Bear with it?"
"Okay."
"Planning on sleeping the whole day away?" Draco whispered, waking Harry up.
"Hmm?" Harry murmured, opening his eyes. "What?"
"It's past noon," Draco laughed. "Lunch?"
"Lunch," Harry sighed, hearing his stomach growl in displeasure. "Yes. Lunch. Here. In bed."
"Where else?" Draco asked, waving his wand to float the food over to them. He slid back under the covers, cradling Harry and waiting for the latter to wake up fully. "How was last night?"
All Harry could do was give Draco a drunken laugh in response. Draco smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead. "I fell asleep," Harry noted. "I don't even remember falling asleep."
Draco cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I… um… we might have… overdid it," he said, watching Harry's expression change as the full effect of those words hit the man.
Harry paled, sitting up in a flash. "Wh-what? I passed out?" he asked, trying to remember. "How?"
"Um… You know how," Draco blushed, pulling the plate of food onto his lap and keeping his eyes on it.
"You made me pass out?" Harry exclaimed. "Oh my God!"
"Sorry," Draco apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to."
Memory came flooding back as Harry tried to figure out how it had happened. Last thing he remembered was getting tangled in bed with Draco over him. They had both gotten lost in a fog of lust. He remembered the smell of sweat and syrupy fragrance. He remembered the countless orgasms and dizziness. He remembered the soft words and kisses. But he couldn't remember falling asleep. "I'm… not hungry," he murmured, pushing his food away.
"Oh," Draco mumbled, slumping. "I-I'm-I really am sorry," he said, looking at Harry's downturned face. "I didn't mean to… I got carried away."
Harry turned to Draco. "I'm not hungry," he said emphatically.
"Are you hurt?" Draco asked, cupping Harry's cheek.
"You duffer!" Harry huffed, grabbing his wand from under the pillow and whisking the food away. "I'm not bloody hungry, got it?" he snapped, kissing Draco into understanding what he was talking about. "Just start where you stopped."
"Fuck," Draco inhaled as Harry ripped past his shirt and lavished attention on his already bruised chest.
"I will," Harry chuckled, sliding down Draco's cotton pants. "So hard that you'll pass out." He crept under the covers, settling between Draco's legs. Draco exhaled slowly, raking his hand through Harry's hair.
A few hours later, the men emerged from the bedroom, completely dazed and with stupid grins plastered on their faces. They collapsed on the couch, stretched out painfully as they cuddled. They watched the glittering blue sea and quaint chalky town that sat on many levels. Small shots of vibrant colors sprang from the sea of houses, a few windows painted green or red, flowers in gardens that had yellow flowers… It was like a fairy tale.
"It's perfect, Draco," Harry whispered, kissing Draco's hand that was entwined with his. "Just… amazing."
"Hmm," Draco smiled.
Harry turned around to face Draco, gazing into the soft grey eyes. "Perfect," he murmured, kissing Draco's smile.
"You keep making me blush," Draco chided.
"Like a virgin?" Harry asked cheekily.
"Oh, shut up."
Harry had been afraid that their ten days together would pass in a blink of an eye.
It didn't.
It stretched out forever. He had never felt so loved before. It was like being with Ginny but so different. It was so different because Draco was so unlike Ginny. She liked adventures while he liked staying in bed. She liked long kisses while he was satisfied with small pecks. She liked to make love in bed while he… was something else altogether.
Harry jumped in fright when he felt arms wrapping around him as water cascaded down from the showerhead. "Uh… What?" he asked nervously.
"What do you think?" Draco asked, licking the water off of Harry's neck.
"Here?" Harry exclaimed incredulously. "How?"
"Like this," Draco whispered, spinning Harry around and shoving him against the tiles. Before Harry could protest, Draco grabbed his thigh and lifted it up. Harry clutched Draco's shoulders to keep from falling. "See? Easy," Draco murmured, rutting against Harry while pressing heated kisses against his skin. "Never done this before?"
"Ah," Harry gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as Draco pressed two fingers into his sphincter. "N-no," he stammered. "I'm… guessing you have?"
"Mhm," Draco smiled wickedly. "I love shower sex."
"Oh," Harry groaned, shivering at the positively devilish way Draco had said that. "I'm not that experienced."
"Then we'll do this everyday until you are," Draco said, hiking Harry's leg up even higher as he started entering.
Harry felt like a teenager again, being with Draco. Everything was young and fresh. New food, new drinks, new people, new places. He was in the lap of luxury, being waited on hand and foot.
"I might get used to this," Harry said as he lounged on the floor in his fluffy bathrobe with a glass of champagne and a plate of chocolates. "A word of caution."
"When you're with me, every day is like today," Draco said with a congratulatory bow. "So get used to it all you want because I'm only going to keep this up."
Harry laughed, tilting his head up as Draco bent down to give him a quick kiss. "Where are we going tonight?" he asked, watching Draco get ready. He loved watching Draco get ready. It was always such a pleasure.
"Out onto the sea," Draco said nonchalantly.
Harry's jaw dropped. "What?" he asked, scrambling up. "Really? Out there?"
"Out there."
"Oh my gosh, I could kiss you!" Harry laughed excitedly, knocking into Draco with an explosive smooch.
They spoke to the children everyday through the Floo network, firecalling in the morning. The order usually went with James in the beginning for five minutes, then Albus and Scorpius fighting over who would get to talk next for five minutes, Ron or Hermione with a quick update, and ending with Lily's shy smile.
"I miss you!" she would always finish, waving at Harry and Draco.
"We miss you more," Harry would answer, blowing a kiss to her. "I can't wait to see you!"
Draco lived to see Harry's eyes light up in awe and delight. Harry was endearing when he gasped in excitement or squirmed with anticipation. Draco had never felt this with Astoria. Sure they had fun, but being with Harry was so real. Perhaps it was because the roles were reversed now. Usually, Astoria's touches made Draco quiver with exhilaration. She took the initiative, urging him to try new things. She had always been in charge.
But with Harry, Draco could take the reins. Harry quivered under Draco's touches. Harry let Draco steer things, content with watching with an ever-present and thrilled grin. And Draco felt amazing to know that Harry was so happy because of him. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much," he whispered.
Harry laughed happily. "Why on Earth would I not smile?" he asked. "You're so weird."
"I'll keep you smiling, okay?" Draco promised.
"I know," Harry nodded, pressing against the body that was starting to learn his so well. They moved in ways that complemented each other. After countless hours in each other's arms, they knew how to meld together flawlessly – Harry's arms around Draco's waist, Draco's arms around Harry's shoulder, and curling in to hug every curve on their body. Even if they weren't made for each other, they molded to fit against each other perfectly. "I'm addicted to you," Harry chuckled.
"It's the way I want to keep things," Draco said, nuzzling Harry's cheek.
Days and nights spun into each other, blending seamlessly.
Draco flicked the lights off in the bathroom and jumped into bed, jostling Harry. "Want to have boring sex again?" he asked teasingly.
Harry laughed, rolling on top of Draco. "Fine, fine. Let's try exciting sex, then," he seceded. Draco had been pestering him for so long now. "Although, doing it in the shower is pretty outrageous."
Draco snorted. "You haven't seen outrageous quite yet," he warned. Then he slid a hand down Harry's boxers, playing with him. "Remember how I asked if you wanted whipped cream or chocolate?" he whispered erotically.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry breathed, squeezing his eyes closed.
"You never answered…"
"Don't ask me that," Harry mumbled, embarrassed. "That's gross."
"Chocolate," Draco answered for him. An instant later, Harry's arms were being tied loosely to the headboard by Draco's gentle touch.
"Uh…"
"Yup," Draco said.
Harry bit his lip nervously. "Um… okay," he said slowly, watching Draco flick his wand. A tray of what promised to be an unforgettable night came floating over to the bed, nestling beside Draco. Harry saw the assorted delicacies on the plates, getting more and more anxious. "You… were hiding this?" he asked.
"Well," Draco sighed, dipping his finger into the warm and melted chocolate. "Let's just say this room can do a lot of things," he whispered, licking his finger clean seductively.
"Oh," Harry squeaked, his eyes trained on Draco's tongue.
"Don't lick this off," Draco murmured, smearing chocolate over Harry's lips. Leaning in, he licked it off for Harry, savoring the taste of cocoa on skin. "Incredible."
"Yeah?" Harry asked nervously.
"This," Draco said, holding the chocolate dipped strawberry close to Harry's mouth, "is for you, o erastís mou."
Harry bit into the crunchy fruit, closing his eyes as he did so. Draco felt a sudden bout of dizziness wash over him as he watched Harry's relaxed expression and the hint of teeth against dark chocolate. With a soft moan, he stole the fruit out of Harry's mouth, devouring it hungrily. Harry smiled as he heard the quiet growls from Draco's throat. He sounded like a purring cat. "Good?" he asked Draco.
"Stop being so sexy," Draco chided, trying to regain his composure. "You are supposed to play the victim here, remember?"
"Right, right," Harry said, wiping the smile off. "Keep going."
Draco went on to streak Harry's neck with chocolate. Then he licked it off with his swirling tongue, drawing out whimpers from Harry whenever he could. Slick with sticky residue and Draco's spittle, Harry was more than a little uncomfortable. He was also more than a little aroused.
"We have four children, Draco," Harry exhaled. "I don't think this is all that appropriate."
"If those four children were in this room, then no, it wouldn't be," Draco said, nibbling on Harry's erect nipples.
"Not so hard," Harry groaned. Draco responded by biting harder. "Ow!"
"That'll teach you to talk about the kids in the middle of sex," Draco grumbled.
"We aren't even having sex!" Harry exclaimed. "You're just… eating me!"
Draco laughed heartily as he stroked Harry's stomach, worshipping it. "Yes, please," he said, going back to his ample feast.
As their stay drew to a close, Harry found himself wanting to capture each memory in his mind to keep forever.
Draco was lying down on the chaise, a book held up above him as he read. Harry was on the plush sofa, laid out on his stomach with his hands on the arm of the couch and his chin resting on them. He had been watching Draco for a long while, quiet and contemplative.
"You're staring again," Draco said, his eyes still on the words on the page. "Find something to do."
"I am doing something. I'm watching you read," Harry said.
"You certainly are," Draco murmured absently.
Harry smiled, shrugging. "You need glasses," he noted.
Draco turned his head to look at Harry with raised brows. "Me?" he asked, puzzled.
"Hmm… You're holding that book really far away," Harry said, flicking his eyes at book.
Draco frowned, looking at the book. He hesitantly brought it closer to his face, his eyes crossing. "Aw man!" he complained, dropping the book in disgust. "I don't want bloody glasses!"
"I think you'd look quite handsome in some, actually," Harry commented.
"Well, you look like a dork in them," Draco said in all honesty.
"Gee, thanks," Harry drawled. "Besides, you just need reading glasses. That's not bad."
"I'm so old," Draco groaned dramatically, draping his arms on either side of him so they dangled to the ground. "Soon I'll get my wrinkles and then grey hair and then achy joints."
"Don't want to grow old?" Harry chuckled.
"No," Draco sulked.
"I'll grow old with you," Harry said. "So you'll have company, okay?"
Draco smiled at Harry's words. "You say the sweetest things," he murmured.
And finally it was time for them to go back home.
Draco jerked when he felt arms wrapping around him from behind. He chuckled as he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked back at Harry. "What are you doing?" he asked.
Harry drank the water from Draco's back. "What do you think?" he asked quietly.
"Here?" Draco murmured, puzzled.
"Here," Harry whispered, turning Draco around and pressing him against the wall with a sensual look. He slid his hand over Draco's hip, moving further down to his thigh.
Draco wrapped his leg around Harry, pulling him close. "What did I tell you?" he smirked.
"I'm starting to love shower sex," Harry confessed, kissing Draco languidly.
Draco pressed a finger to his lips, winking at Harry. They opened the door to the playroom quietly.
The number of children inside was slightly overwhelming. And the fact that they stopped playing at the same instant to look up at the open door was frightening. Loud screams broke through the calm of the house. Children from all every nook and cranny jumped at Harry and Draco, hugging them and kissing them. The men ended up on the floor, holding armfuls of kids and trying to hear each story simultaneously.
Harry stole a glance at Draco. Hugo, Scorpius and Albus were seated on his lap, eagerly telling him about their impromptu Quidditch match and how Hugo had managed to catch a Bludger in the stomach while minding his own business on the ground. Harry's heart nearly burst with love for it all. He pressed kisses on James, Lily and Rose, trying to get rid of the pleasant ache in his chest. It was so good to be home.