Lily: Omg you guys, I'm actually really excited to write this, so I updated really fast! Are y'all happy? I'm happy, especially since I kinda dicked you guys over with the last chapter. Well my good friends who I love very much, I'm proud to say that we're upon a climactic (no pun intended…really) moment in the story. We've been together through a lot and….and I'm just so glad y'all hung in til now. Hoo-rah! Well, that's enough of that being sentimental (and waffling on and on about this and that).

Enjoyez-vouz

The Room of Requirement never disappointed Harry, whatever he needed, even those things he wasn't conscious of, it provided. Even after all his years in magic he still found it amazing that a room could know all a man wanted and provide it. All he'd asked for was a place he could put Draco to let him rest and the Room had produced a magnificent bed piled with pillows and with sheets and a comforter with thread counts he was sure Draco would approve of (he probably would have just gone with regular cotton sheets). When he'd entered the Room he'd been amazed, it had even provided a comfortable chair next to the bed for Harry to sit in and wait. When Draco was settled on the bed, Harry sat and took out his books, intending to catch up on some reading while he waited.

Ten minutes later he had abandoned the books and instead sat watching Draco as he lay, still unconscious, on the bed. His green eyes moved over the face that had become beloved to him. Saw the pale flawless skin, the delicate, sharp features, and the long light lashes. He was, even under women's standards, beautiful. No doubt the product of the Veela genes in him. These thoughts led Harry inevitably to the issue which was essentially the core of everything that had happened recently; Draco's Veela blood and the fact that finally, if unexpectedly, mating season was upon them.

Harry sighed. Truthfully, he was worried. Not that he wasn't glad that Draco's random fainting spells were natural and not the signs of something seriously wrong but it was like two sides of a coin; on one side there was good news, Draco's not being ill, but on the other there were still some serious problems surrounding mating season that Harry wasn't sure were resolved. His main focus was on Draco's fear, that gripping, debilitating fear that took over him whenever they went too far. Harry knew they had made so much progress, that now Draco was comfortable with him, but that comfort might not extend enough to allow them to perform the kind of thing that mating season entailed. Harry wanted Draco, more than he had ever wanted any person in his life. But that didn't mean he wanted to force Draco past his limits, mating season or not. He hoped that his body's natural urge to mate didn't force Draco into doing something he didn't want to either. Above all, Harry didn't want to hurt Draco. He groaned and ran a hand through his unruly hair thinking back on the conversation he had had with Snape earlier in the library…

Flashback

"M-m-mating?" he stuttered. Snape sighed,

"honestly Potter, you didn't know? This is the beginning of mating season." when Harry continued to stare blankly at Snape he rolled his eyes and sighed as if in great pain.

"Mr. Potter, do you ever take it upon yourself to pick up a few books for purposes other than class?" he looked again at Harry's blank face "no, I suppose not. Well, no matter. In any case what I just said is the truth. Mr. Malfoy's body has just completed the preparatory stages of mating season. Now it's truly begun"

Harry seemed to snap out of his shock induced stupor, he blinked several times and looked as if he was having a difficult time processing the situation. Finally he looked at Snape

"Professor, do you mean that…that now he'll want to…you know…do--" Snape held up a hand to stop Harry's sentence and threw a disgusted look at the Gryffindor

"Potter, as…fascinating as I find the topic of sexual relations, especially with my students, I shall have to ask you to use minimal detail in your questions; but to answer this one, I cannot be sure. The mating season of a Veela can commence only with the consent of the parties involved. It will not force him to do it if he is not ready" Harry nodded, relived that Draco could at least go through with it when he was ready. As he thought of this, something else occurred to him suddenly and his head shot up to look at Snape who seemed to be engrossed in studying his fingernails.

"professor…one more question" he said and perhaps something in his voice must have sounded suspicious because Snape narrowed his eyes before nodding his head to allow him to continue.

"Professor…do you…do you by any chance know that Draco and I…" but again he was cut off, this time by Snape saying,

"fight incessantly and like children? Yes, that I do Potter. You should remember it is usually I who breaks your fights up. You should also remember, Mr. Potter, that sometimes things are better left alone and unknown than pried open, so you shouldn't go and say something unnecessary if you want both yourself and myself to keep our peace of mind." Snape's tone was semi-pleasant (about as pleasant as it ever got) but his eyes told Harry that he was absolutely serious so, for once, Harry Potter took Severus Snape's words and obeyed them.

Snape smirked and gathered his cloak about him, he shot Harry a contemptuous look

"I suggest you take Mr. Malfoy somewhere and watch him until he awakens. I doubt it will take until curfew but if it does, just for tonight, I will grant you special nighttime access to escort him back to his common room and return immediately to your own." He said. Harry smiled,

"Thanks Professor…" he said, Snape only raised an eyebrow, turned on his heel, and swept out of the room.

End Flashback

Harry had thought of their conversation the entire way to the Room of Requirement. From the way Snape spoke, he probably knew that Harry was Draco's mate. He somehow knew about Draco's problem. He probably also knew a lot more. Harry sensed that there was a complex web of activity that was going on behind the scenes of his and Draco's romance that he didn't know about. But he also came to the conclusion that he didn't want to poke his head into things that were obviously better kept secret

He looked at his watch and groaned when he noticed that it was already nearly midnight. Ron and Hermione would be worried, he hadn't returned to the common room after dinner and it was this late.

"They're probably going mad right now" he moaned quietly.

"Who?" Harry snapped upright in his chair and turned to look at the bed where the voice had come from. He was met with Draco's gray eyes peering at him from behind his fringe of blonde hair.

Severus couldn't think straight when Remus had his mouth anywhere on his body. At the moment, Remus was in the process of undressing him, his hands and his lips made Severus completely forget his earlier resolution not to let the werewolf touch him.

"I thought…though I told you…never to touch me again!" Severus managed to pant as Remus lovingly pressed kisses up the side of his neck. The werewolf just hummed and flicked out his tongue to taste the tender skin behind Severus' ear.

The second Snape had stepped through the doors to his rooms, he had been assaulted by Remus who, it seemed, had an endless drive for sex, even outside of the full moon.

Suddenly Snape sat up, ignoring Remus' whine, he turned to the werewolf an eyed him suspiciously

"I don't know why I didn't realize or think to ask about it until now, probably because you make me forget everything. But I just thought now…why didn't you transform on the full moon?" Remus flopped down onto the bed with a sigh and flung his arm out to drag Severus down so that he was cuddled (grumpily) next to him.

"Would you have liked that Severus? Me a wolfman ravaging you?" he said playfully but sobered up at Severus' warning glare.

"Alright, well, it's another part of the story I told you. It's quite simple really, if a little on the cheesy side. As you know, the potion allowed pregnancy, it gave life, and eventually it gave happiness and love to the ones bonded by it. This is one of the random magical mutations that occur and no one quite knows why it did, but those werewolves bonded to human wizards under the spell…they stopped transforming. As long as they had their mate by their side on the full moon, their transformations would not occur. This, of course, is a magical anomaly. The wolfsbane potion still has to be taken and the symptoms of the change will appear but there was no physical change. Mostly what happens is that the 'wolf' in a werewolf emerges in their personality but not in their body." Snape looked at him,

"That's it?" he asked incredulously. Remus nodded,

"that's it"

"There's no big long story behind it?"

"none. Now if you don't mind, there was something I was doing before you interrupted me" Remus rose and shifted so that he loomed over Severus on the bed, Severus snorted

"I'd say that in you, Remus, the full moon only brings out a nymphomaniac" Remus smirked and leaned in to kiss him. When they pulled apart they were both out of breath,

"Do you mind that?" he asked.

"Cheeky bastard…" Severus muttered, but pulled him back down for another.

For a minute Harry forgot to talk and Draco only looked at him as the silence stretched on.

"who's going mad right now?" Draco asked again, breaking the silence. Harry blinked and felt as if he had just come out from being under a spell,

"Er…Ron and Hermione. It's late and I didn't turn up in the common room after dinner so…" he answered the question. Draco only smiled and watched him, unusually silent. Harry looked at him again. He was the same Draco he had been earlier, but not. Something seemed to lurk just beneath the surface of his skin that gave him a different sort of feeling. His eyes and hair seemed brighter, his skin paler, his lips redder. He seemed to exude something other than his usual charm. Harry turned away under the pretense of picking up Draco's shoes from the ground beside him.

"Here, put these on. I'll walk you back to your room" he said gruffly. Draco took the shoes, put them on, and slid off the bed

"alright then, let's go" he said.

Out in the cool dark halls, their only companions were the moonlight and the shadows. In the emptiness they were free to do as they wished. And so, as they walked to the Slytherin entrance, Harry took Draco's hand and they held hands as if they were just two normal people in love. Draco's hand felt cool in Harry's and it was soothing in a way. Harry wished he could walk like this with Draco all the time, holding his hand and showing everyone that this was the person he loved.

Draco could almost feel Harry's happiness and he too was happy. It was the simple gestures like holding hands that were sometimes beyond their allowance to do so when they did get to do them, both of them felt a certain joy. Draco today was especially happy to be there holding Harry's hand, strolling beneath the cool moonlight. He was happy to be the one next to Harry, to know that Harry's heart belonged to him. He wanted to be the one next to Harry forever, to go through life doing the things that other people in love did. He wanted to hold Harry's hand fifty years from then and know that his heart was still Draco's.

Warmth was slowly building up inside Draco's body; he felt it spread from somewhere deep inside him. It was a pleasant feeling, his heart felt light, he felt like smiling. It was happiness, because Harry was there.

And suddenly he knew. He was ready.

Draco stopped walking abruptly and Harry stopped a few steps ahead to look back and see why, He met Draco's eyes which looked over-bright in the shining moonlight.

"Draco?" he questioned, turning to face the blonde Slytherin with worry in his eyes. Draco felt his heart lurch, I love this man, he thought. Harry out a hand to his cheek and the other to his forehead to fee for fever, when they met with no unusual heat he frowned, wondering what could be wrong.

"Draco are you okay?" Draco smiled at him and slid his arms around Harry's neck.

"Dra…" Harry began, but was cut off by Draco's finger to his mouth. The blonde smiled at him again and took away his finger before raising himself on his toes, tipping his head up, and kissing Harry.

Just as Harry regained enough of his consciousness to kiss back, Draco withdrew and stood back. He took Harry's hand and pressed it to his heart,

"I love you" he said

"I'm ready."

(AN:…I was totally going to end it here, but I thought I might be killed so I went on. Be happy, it's past my bedtime!!! No I'm joking)

There was no question as to what Draco's words meant. Harry knew exactly what Draco was saying. This time shock didn't rob him of his words, he just didn't speak. Instead he looked into Draco's eyes. He didn't see any unwillingness, they weren't glazed, he didn't see anything to indicate that Draco was not in his right mind. The eyes that stared back at his were clear, steady, decided.

"You're sure?" he asked. Draco only nodded.

Harry pulled his hand away from Draco's chest where he could feel the blonde's heart beating quickly. He took Draco's hand once more and began to walk.

At first he didn't know where he was going. Where he could go to do what he knew, almost instinctively, it was the time to do. His feet just kept moving down the deserted corridors, turning corners as if at random.

If Draco found anything strange with their seemingly pointless walking, he said nothing, only held onto Harry's hand and allowed him to lead.

After seemingly endless corridors and twists and turns, Harry stopped walking. He stood before a door in a long hallway with no other doors around it. He couldn't remember ever having been in this particular hallway or having seen the door, but something told him that this was the place.

He opened the door slowly, as if expecting something to jump out from within the room, and stepped over the threshold, letting go of Draco's hand as he went. Inside, the room was done entirely in white, white carpets, white walls, and, in the center, dominating most of the room, a massive white bed. The only thing that had color in the room was the deep red sheets and covers which stood out starkly against all the white. There was nothing else in the room but the bed. Harry turned away from the bedroom scene to Draco who stood still on the other side of the door, watching Harry with unreadable eyes.

"Draco" he said, "If you come inside this room right now, I want you to know that I'm not going to let you leave. So right now, if you have any doubts, any fears, anything remaining, then you can turn around and go to your room." Draco looked back at him calmly and, without breaking his gaze, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

"I've told you already Harry…I'm ready" he said. Harry nodded, only having needed to confirm that beyond any doubt, and stepped forward.

(ALRIGHT y'all, here's where we get down to business. If you don't like the down and dirty then STOP RIGHT HERE! And do not read until the next chapter since pretty much the rest of this chapter is the naughty bits. So don't like? DON'T READ!!!! Though I am not very sure what anyone would still be doing reading this story if they don't like this type of thing. Anyway, the rest of you ENJOY)

He had witnessed before how the moonlight greatly complemented Draco's coloring. Back then in the library at that time he had thought Draco was beautiful. Now Draco was beautiful, laid on the scarlet sheets and gazing up at him, his white skin contrasting as sharply with the sheets as the whiteness of the room around them. Harry had removed every last bit of Draco's clothing, peeling it off inch by inch, slowly and without hurry. He bared the pale flesh to the open air and looked upon it like a man who had been dying of thirst would look upon water. He stroked the soft skin of Draco's arms with his fingers, softly and gently, moving as if he was trying to memorize the feel of the skin. He did this all silently, reverentially, taking in the image Draco presented as he was divested of every last thing he wore.

Beneath him, Draco gasped and squirmed, reacting to Harry's loving touches with the shyness of inexperience. He arched into those featherlike touches, wanting more and more.

Harry's fingers reached the sharp jutting bone of Draco's hip, they traveled further down his navel and encountered the fabric of his underwear, the last thing Draco wore. He took a deep breath and tugged at the fabric, he felt his heartbeat speed up as, inch by inch, the flesh of Draco's most secret place was revealed to his eyes. He continued to tug at it until finally, finally, Draco lay naked before his eyes.

The moon shone bright in the sky, seemingly full but Harry knew it to be waning. It cast bright light on Draco's skin, making it seem whiter than it usually did. Draco looked up at him and didn't look away though, by the blush tingeing his white skin pink, he was embarrassed to be looked at so intently while naked.

"What're you looking at?" he finally asked when Harry didn't move after several minutes. The Gryffindor smiled and leaned down to kiss him,

"you" he said. He leaned in for another kiss and Draco felt his hardness through the fabric of his jeans.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one naked" he murmured and Harry laughed,

"do you want to undress me?" he asked. Draco's light pink flush became a full blush and he averted his eyes but still he nodded. Harry smiled softly at him and took Draco's hands, one in each of his own. He brought them intertwined to the hem of his shirt and slowly pushed it up. Draco looked into his eyes then and continued to look until they had to pull the shirt over his head.

They repeated this process with his jeans and then came the boxers. Draco's blush worsened yet more here but he continued with the encouragement of Harry's hands and then they were off and Harry, too, was naked.

They stared at each other for a minute, taking in each others' bodies with the awe of the first time, then Harry slowly pushed Draco down.

His lips were gentle on Draco's own, and he kissed Draco thoroughly before moving from his lips to his face and dropping kisses all over it; then to his neck and his chest and back up. His hands swept up along the expanse of Draco's skin and found the small pink nipple. He teased it with his rough fingers, gently, until it was erect. Draco gasped and arched into his touch, eager to feel more of the pleasure Harry's fingers brought him.

"Harry" Draco moaned. The feelings welling up inside him were like what he felt when he had had his dream but so much more intense; sharper and much more overwhelming. His skin felt so sensitive, as if he could feel the ridges of Harry's fingers as they slid across him, as if every time Harry breathed he could feel the hairs on his skin move with that breath. And each and every sensation brought pleasure to Draco, stirred him up so that his pleasure spiked higher and higher until he was panting and gasping and asking Harry for more. And Harry watched him with those green eyes. He watched him as his fingers drove Draco to the brink of insanity. He watched him thrash and writhe with arousal beneath him and always, always, gave him more. Draco was sure it couldn't get any better, that he couldn't possibly feel any more, and then he felt Harry's mouth on him, on a place none other than himself had ever touched. He moaned long and loud. The feeling of being inside Harry's mouth, the heat and the tightness of Harry's lips around him, was beyond anything he had felt before. The pleasure that had been slowly building inside him suddenly peaked and he knew he was dangerously close to release,

"Harry...Harry I'm going to…going to…" he gasped, trying to warn him. But Harry just continued, smiling around Draco's length as if to say 'go ahead'. Draco came with a cry and watched half in horror and half in arousal as Harry swallowed it down. He lay back against the pillows then feeling boneless after his release, sated but knowing that Harry had not reached his own release. The Veela in him wanted to please his mate and so he got back up to kiss Harry, finding himself becoming aroused once more.

"Draco…" Harry murmured, pulling back and looking into Draco's eyes,

"we don't have to continue. , If you're not completely ready, then just this is enough for now." Draco realized the strength it took to say those words, to willingly offer to give up the thing he had been waiting so long to do. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't a little scared but he knew that he could trust Harry, that he wouldn't hurt him.

Draco shook his head and lay back. He spread his legs slightly,

"I'm ready" he said.

Harry gave him a comforting kiss at first, he then whispered a spell. At first Draco didn't know what it had done, and then he felt Harry's fingers, cool and slick, at his entrance. He gasped and tried to sit up but Harry gently brought him back down, whispering soothing words in his ear. Gradually he relaxed and Harry slowly, very slowly, slipped a finger inside him. It was a strange feeling at first but his body knew, this was his mate, his mate would not harm him. He was able to relax again and Harry added a second finger. They repeated this until Harry had three fingers inside him, scissoring them and twisting them. The slight pain that he had felt initially had gradually turned into slight discomfort .

Then the fingers were gone and Harry rose above him. His eyes held Draco's as he spread the blonde's legs and positioned his manhood at Draco's entrance.

"Draco," Harry said, "I love you"

And then he was pushing in, slowly. Draco felt him, a presence that was hotter and larger than the fingers, pressing relentlessly against his entrance. He felt himself stretching painfully around Harry's length, trying to accommodate something his body had never experienced before. He felt tears leak out the corners of his eyes and slide down into his hair and he heard Harry saying things to him, telling him he would be alright, to just relax. After what felt like an eternity Harry was fully seated inside him, and he felt as if he had been split in two.

"Does it hurt too badly?" Harry asked between panting. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, unable to talk through the pain.

"I'm sorry Draco. I'm sorry. It always hurts the worst the first time" he said.

"I'm fine…" Draco gasped "just…just wait a moment"

When the pain subsided and only discomfort remained, Draco told Harry he could move.

Despite Draco saying he was alright, Harry started off slow. He moved as if he would break the blonde Slytherin below him and asked him every few minutes if he was still alright. Draco reassured him every time, the pain was all but gone and even the discomfort was disappearing. Harry removed his hand from Draco's hip to take the blonde's hand and intertwine their fingers. He placed soft kisses on Draco's face and whispered into his ear.

I love you. I love you. I love you

Draco felt the beginnings of pleasure, previously banished by the pain, stirring inside him. The slow heat that made him gasp and moan Harry's name. He felt Harry's fingers wrap around his arousal and stroke him in time to his thrusts. And just as before when he asked for more, begged for it, Harry delivered.

Soon the pleasure became almost too much. Draco's world shrank, he didn't know anything but what he was feeling. Harry's callused fingers stroking him. Harry, hot and hard inside him, thrusting in and out. The slow slide of sweat on his skin. Harry's gasps and panting breaths he could feel on his skin. Harry's familiar smell enveloping him. Everything was Harry.

And suddenly Draco was at the edge, the pleasure inside him coiled so tight, built up so much that he couldn't contain it any longer. And Harry too had reached that point, their eyes met and Draco felt something run through his body

Together

Harry drew Draco close to his body, his thrusts grew faster.

And then the pressure broke and Draco's world went white. He opened his mouth and let out a cry, his mingled with Harry's low groan as he too reached climax. Draco felt the hot rush of Harry's seed spilling inside his body. Harry's arms around him gripped him hard, almost as if trying to take Draco into himself, to join them even more thoroughly than they already were. Draco felt himself become warm wherever he touched Harry. As he came down from his climax and collapsed against Harry he felt this heat intensify and then abruptly disappear. Suddenly he felt exhausted, drained. He allowed Harry to slide the covers over their bodies and draw him close so that he was cradled in the Gryffindor's arms.

"I love you" Harry said. Draco smiled and drew closer to him,

"I love you too" he murmured before slipping off into the oblivion of sleep.

The final seal had, at last, been completed.

Lily: OH JEEZ! IT'S DONE! I didn't really like the sex…too long. But uh…yeah…it's done. WOW! I thought there was a lot of pausing and stumbling but then I reminded myself, it's their first time, nothing really (really) fun goes on the first time. In fact, awkwardness and stumbliness is usually expected ees eet not? But, uh, yeah….here it is. I hope it was worth the wait a little. Oh jeez, quick update though, are you proud of me? Hahaha, no, it's because I wanted to see what happened too (I didn't actually know how their first mating was going to come about.). Actually did y'all know I was going to not have them do anything until the END of mating season? Jeez, how bad would that have been? Anyway, as much as I love to rant and waffle, I have class in half an hour and I have a long (long) trek over there. I thank you all again for your reviews.

Soundtrack for these chapter?

Malice Mizer Bara no Seidou

Lots of organs and gothic sounding classical things, it's an excellent album and the accompanying movie is pretty awesome for those who like vampires. Anyways, ta-ta!