AN: Sorry this took so long. I'm sure someone out there was wondering when/if it would happen, but RL has reared its ugly head and my Muse took Holiday. Sorry for the delay, she will hopefully be back soon and I'll be back on track.
Tired and slightly out of sorts, Harry walked through the gates and up the walk, completely lost in thought. He was contemplating how to explain his aunt and cousin's situation to his friends and family and how to introduce the two to everything they would be facing in their new life.
He'd resigned himself to the obvious, his past and present would always find a way to converge and remind him that his life would never be the simply one he'd always wanted. He wanted to leave his past behind him and walk into his new life with Draco without any clouds, doubts or skeletons and yet, they seemed to manage to pop up.
He sighed as the door to the Manor opened for him and admitted him. He walked quietly upstairs and into his room, stripped down and stepped into the shower. His mind drifted to his upcoming dinner with Draco when he saw the blonde's mountain of potions and lotions spread throughout the loo and felt a smile bloom, splitting the scowl that had been present.
By the time he was showered and dried, his mood had gone from contemplative and mildly sad to anxiously happy. He ran a towel across his hair as he walked out into the bedroom, towel firmly wrapped about his waist, thinking about what to wear and gave a loud bark of laughter when he noticed the decision had been taken out of his hands. Sometime during his shower, Draco had come in and laid out clothes for Harry.
Harry dropped the towel from his hand and the one from his waist as he fingered the silk shorts that had been left out. He loved the feel and was thrilled he'd let Draco convince him to wear them, but wasn't really in the mood for them tonight. He grinned to himself as he slipped them back in the bureau drawer, wondering if Draco had decided to 'go commando' also, and hoping he'd get the chance to find out. He was pleased to see the simple black cashmere trousers and light weight charcoal jumper waiting for him; he wasn't in the mood for a formal dinner just then.
He looked high and low for shoes, only to discover none had been set out. His lack of footwear quickly faded from thought though as he saw the trail of rose petals leading him out the door. He followed the aromatic red line out the door, down the hall to the stairs. At the head of the stairs, a still closed, single red rose hovered in the air.
He plucked the rose from the air and found himself in front of a door he'd never seen before. Soft music was floating through the slightly open door and it was calling to him as he wondered how he'd gotten there.
"Just a simple portkey spell love, nothing to worry about." Harry shook his head, chuckling quietly as Draco's voice drifted out to him. He pushed the door open and gasped at the sight before him. Draco stood alone in the centre of the elegant ballroom, next to a perfectly appointed table set with china and candles. He was simply dressed in black trousers and silver jumper and was also barefoot. He had a shy smile on his face and his cheeks were faintly pink, but Harry didn't see anything other than the glittering silver eyes that beckoned to him.
He walked straight to the blonde and stopped within arm's reach, "Portkey huh? Didn't trust that I'd show up?"
Draco smiled at the tremor in Harry's voice, knowing his nervousness wasn't unmatched; "Couldn't wait for you to wander over here. I missed you today."
Draco gestured to the rose Harry held, "May I?" Harry held the rose up and watched as Draco touched the tip of the closed bud and it suddenly came into full bloom, releasing its heady, sweet aroma into the close air around them.
"How did you do that?'
Draco smiled, "Magic." He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on the lips he'd been thinking about all day. Harry sighed when their lips met and felt all his doubts disappear.
"Dinner, we need to eat," Draco said as he reluctantly stepped back. "I have plans for this night and we'll be needing sustenance." He pulled a chair out for Harry and waited for him to sit before rounding the table and sitting opposite him. Food appeared and the pair ate in silence, glancing at each other and exchanging shy smiles and gentle touches while passing things back and forth. Harry told Draco about his aunt and cousin and Draco told Harry about his boring day of shopping after the Weasley's and Severus had left.
"What could you possibly have left to buy babe?"
Draco set a small box on the table and slid it toward Harry, "Just this."
Harry took the box and with shaking fingers, opened it to find platinum band inside. The flame from the candlelight glinted off the diamond cut on the band and made it twinkle as Harry carefully plucked it from the box and held it up to his face. He quietly read the simple inscription, 'My Harry' and felt tears cloud his eyes.
"I know we haven't talked about marriage or bonding or anything," Draco said softly, "but I…"
Harry stopped him with a single look. Emerald never left silver as he held the ring out to Draco with his right hand and held his left out waiting for the ring to be given properly. Draco slid the band onto the long slim finger and smiled and he drew Harry up and into his arms holding the newly claimed hand against his chest as they began to slowly sway in time to the music.
"I wondered why we were in the ballroom. And now it makes sense why we're barefoot. Can't do as much damage without shoes on, now can I." Draco laughed and nuzzled Harry's neck as they moved together under a canopy of twinkling candlelight.
Harry was stunned at the gift and the emotions of the day began to get the best of him as they moved together under the candlelight. He felt the tears begin to roll down his cheeks and soak into Draco's jumper.
"What's wrong Harry? Is this too fast?"
"No, it's perfect. I think I'm just emotionally acting the girl right now. Too much happening all at once and it needed to be released. Sorry about your jumper," Harry said as he swiped his hand across Draco's firm chest to wipe away the moisture.
Draco tipped Harry's chin up so he could see the truth in his eyes as he said, "Harry, you have nothing to apologise for, nor do I expect to hear it again. Of course you're emotional. You've had to deal with your relatives, whom you didn't want to see again, your cousin's a werewolf now and then I go and drop this on you. I'm sorry, I should have thought more about this."
"Draco, this is the nicest thing anyone's done for me and I love it and you."
After what felt like hours, Draco silently led Harry out of the ballroom and up the stairs to their room. The fire had been lit and the bed turned down, showing ruby satin sheets strewn with white rose petals. Draco caressed Harry's cheek as they stood just inside the door, "I wanted tonight to be perfect. To be special for you."
Harry placed his fingers over Draco's lips and answered, "This is the best night I've ever had. It couldn't have been more perfect."
Harry walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He watched as Draco walked toward him with a predatory gleam in his eyes as he divested himself of his clothing, presenting himself in between Harry's legs with a large, fully erect penis that was already leaking with anticipation. Harry chuckled seeing Draco had followed his lead and was sans shorts, and started to pull his jumper over his head but was stopped by his lover's hands, "Allow me to help you with that."
Draco slid his hands over Harry's torso as the jumper continued its climb. When it had been discarded, he captured Harry's ruby lips with his own in a passionate kiss and climbed onto the bed, hovering over Harry's reclining body.
Harry slid backward on the bed until the pair were in the centre with Draco's toned, naked body settled beside his. Draco began to trail his lips along Harry's jaw line and down to his neck, nipping and tasting his way toward Harry's heaving chest before clamping onto one erect nipple while slowly releasing the button on Harry's trousers and dragging the zipper down.
Harry gasped at the contact and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations spreading through his body as Draco's tongue introduced itself to each and every inch of his chest before slowly making its way down his abdomen to his bellybutton, where it took a slight detour, dipping into the hole, causing Harry's hips to buck slightly.
Draco took advantage of the movement to slip Harry's trousers down over his hips, releasing Harry's weeping cock from its confinement. He stopped his ministrations to admire the long organ before running his tongue along the slit and collecting the accumulated liquid along with a long moan from his lover's lips.
Harry couldn't believe the feelings flowing through him. It took all his self control not to beg Draco to swallow him whole. The moment the thought was in his head, he felt himself slide into the silky warm confines of Draco's mouth and he gasped "Oh Gods!" as he laced his fingers in the corn silk softness of Draco's hair and held on for dear life.
Draco smiled around Harry at the exclamation and stroked the vein on the underside of Harry's cock with his tongue as he moved his head up and down the organ. He slipped his hand between the tensing legs to cup Harry's balls and roll them between his fingers, enjoying the feel of the silky skin and the weight in his hand.
Harry's breathing continued to increase and Draco listened to the hitching in it, knowing Harry's orgasm was coming. He had no intention of ending their night so soon however and released the slick, purpled cock and kissed his way back to Harry's panting mouth and devoured it.
Harry kicked his trousers off his feet and onto the floor as he wrapped his arms and legs completely around Draco and pulled him down on top on himself. Harry finally broke the kiss, "Draco, I need you inside me. Now."
Draco smiled down at the flushed face of his lover and slid his hand down Harry's sweaty torso, stopping to pump his impossibly hard cock a couple of times, before finally caressing Harry's entrance, drawing deep moans from the brunette.
Draco silently cast a lubrication spell and let his finger breach the virgin rosette. He waited for Harry to adjust to the intrusion before adding a second, quickly followed by a third and began to stretch and pump the fingers. He knew the instant his fingers found Harry's prostate because the brunette screamed, "Oh Sweet Merlin" and bucked his hips high off the bed.
Draco smiled and pulled his fingers out, hearing a whimper from his lover at the lost stimulation. "Ready love?" Draco pushed Harry's legs up, bending them so his knees where at his shoulders and he was completely open for him.
The pain was instantaneous and Harry gasped as Draco paused to allow the burning to subside, and then slowly pushed forward inch by inch until he was fully sheathed, "Oh Merlin, you're so tight."
Harry nodded and wiggled his hips indicating he was ready and Draco began to slowly pump his hips trying to find the perfect rhythm and angle to allow them both ultimate pleasure.
Harry held his legs up as Draco's pounding caused stars to float before his eyes as each forceful thrust hit his prostate. Gasping and writhing in pleasure, Harry couldn't form a single coherent thought and allowed his pleasure to show with moans and groans.
A blush began to spread up his sweating torso and Draco knew his orgasm would follow soon. "You feel so amazing," he said as he grasped Harry's weeping cock and began to pump it in rhythm with his thrusting.
Both boys were so lost in the moment; neither noticed the light that had begun glowing in the room. Nor did they notice that the light pulsated and grew as they approached the apex of their first coupling.
When the pair erupted in orgasm hollering each other's names, they were encased in a blinding golden light that filled the room before slowly drawing back into them as they slowed their breathing. Draco fell forward onto Harry, panting and kissing every inch of skin he could reach, as the aftershocks of bliss ran through their joined bodies.
Hearing the grandfather clock in the hall chiming midnight, Draco raised his head and looked as his drowsy lover, smiled and said, "Happy Birthday Harry."
Harry raised his head and kissed Draco's swollen lips, "Thank you love." The pair snuggled into one another and drifted to sleep with smiles on their faces.
Severus sat up in bed breathing hard as he frantically looked around the room for what had awakened him. He sensed someone there but couldn't see anyone.
"Severus, is something wrong?"
"No Molly, go back to sleep. Everything's fine." Severus got out of bed, as Molly settled back under the blankets, and walked to the window. Looking out at the grounds he's loved for so long, he saw nothing out of place. He looked toward the Forbidden Forest and saw nothing stirring. He still had the feeling of being watched and as he turned back into the room, he saw why. A tiny shaking house elf stood by the door, cowering as she looked at the fearsome, naked, Potions Master.
"Come to me elf. What is your name?" Severus commanded as he pulled his robe on.
Shaking, she replied, "I is Sissy and I is supposed to be telling Potions Master Snape, Dobby is saying 'They is one now.'"
Severus smiled, "Thank you Sissy, you have done well. You may leave now if there is nothing else."
Sissy smiled and popped out of the room.
Severus sat at the table by the window and thought what this meant for the boys and how best to bring it up with them. He couldn't say, "Gentlemen, your coupling set off the wards of the Manor and notified me of your change in status." It would sound far too formal and would make little sense to them. No he would have to approach it more delicately and lead them to ask the questions before he supplied the information.
Molly began to mumble and Severus disrobed and slipped back into bed, curling around her. He couldn't believe how happy he was with her and that she hadn't spurned his advances that night. He only hoped the children wouldn't be too put out by their pairing now.
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