Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately not me.

A/N: A little plot and a lot of smut...enjoy ;)

Chapter 29

A few days later, Harry found himself back at the desk in Draco's bedroom, holding the divorce papers that Ginny had already signed. The meeting with the solicitor had gone as seamlessly as possible. They had essentially split everything down the middle with Ginny getting the house. It was the one thing that she had asked for, and Harry couldn't bring himself to deny her. He didn't particularly want the house anyway, but it did mean that he would have to start looking for a flat to move into. The hardest part had been discussing what to do with the children when they were home from Hogwarts. It was easy enough to come to a decision, but it was difficult for Harry to come to terms with the dissolution of his family. They had decided to let the children choose where to stay during breaks and switch between the two houses whenever they wanted. They were all old enough to have a say in the matter. For holidays, they had decided to celebrate all together as a family. It had been Ginny's idea, and Harry was thrilled. He would have suggested something similar, but he didn't want to make Ginny feel as if she had to agree even if she was uncomfortable with the idea. All in all, it was probably the least dramatic divorce in the history of the world. And it was almost over for good.

Harry stared down at the line that was intended for his signature and reflected on his marriage. He and Ginny had had so many good times over the year, from their early carefree days right after the war was over, to Harry's romantic proposal and the subsequent jovial wedding, to the birth of all three of their children. There would always be a part of him that loved Ginny and would be eternally grateful for the family she had helped him create. They had three amazing kids who Harry could only hope would eventually get used to the divorce and be okay with everything, particularly Harry's future partners. He was confident that if he gave them enough time, things would work out. The waiting was just difficult.

"What are you staring at so intently?" came an amused voice from behind Harry. He turned around to see Draco leaning casually against the doorframe, smiling contentedly.

"The papers," Harry said evenly.

Recognition flashed through Draco's eyes, but his smile never wavered. "Now the concentration makes sense," he replied lightly.

Harry nodded absentmindedly as he fully brought himself back into the present. He then determinedly picked up a quill, dipped it into the ink, and signed his name. And then before the situation could fully sink in, he rolled up the papers and attached them to the leg of the Ministry owl that had sent them. He gave the bird a treat and sent it on its way. "Well, it's done," Harry announced, turning back around to face Draco.

"Well, Potter, you're a single man now," Draco said with a playful smirk. "How would you like to celebrate?"

Harry stared thoughtfully off into space as he considered how to answer the question. Maybe it was the way that Draco was leaning so casually, completely relaxed and utterly gorgeous. Or maybe it was the way that his hair fell into his face, soft blond tendrils covering one of his eyes. Or maybe it was the feeling of freedom that was slowly sinking in now that the papers were signed. Maybe it was a combination of everything. Either way, Harry knew exactly what he wanted.

Harry must have taken too long to respond because Draco broke into his thoughts. "Or we don't have to celebrate. I understand if you want some time alone to process everything," he offered, somewhat awkwardly, as he crossed the room and laid a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry shook his head. "No, sorry, just lost in thought. I know exactly how I want to celebrate," Harry replied, locking his eyes with Draco's.

"Oh really? And what would you like?" Draco asked curiously.

"You," Harry stated matter-of-factly, his voice dropping lower and his eyes darkening, making it impossible to misinterpret his true meaning.

Draco's eyes widened almost imperceptibly in surprise. "A-are you sure?" he stammered, obviously not at all expecting his response.

Harry cleared his throat self-consciously but nodded. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

Harry looked down at his hands and began to fidget nervously. He took a deep breath and lifted his head once again. "I don't want this to be a one time thing or some sort of fling. I like you, and I'd really like to give this a real shot. I know that I literally just signed the papers, but I know this is what I want," Harry said in a rush and dropped his eyes down to his hands once again.

A moment later, Harry felt Draco lift his chin before leaning down and pulling Harry's lips up to his. He wrapped his arms around Harry and nudged him into a standing position. "Yes," the blond man breathed against Harry's lips. "Please."

That was enough for Harry. They would need to have an actual conversation later on, but for now they had much more important things to be doing with their mouths. Harry felt a surge of arousal as Draco slid his tongue into the brunette's mouth and tangled one hand in his hair. Harry stepped forward, making sure that even inch of his body was pressed up against Draco's, making the blond man gasp into their kiss.

The pair continued kissing for how long Harry didn't know before Draco pulled back slightly and began to kiss from the corner of Harry's mouth, down his jaw, and to his neck. "Bed," Harry moaned as Draco nipped lightly at his pulse point.

Draco nodded against his neck and began backing up, leading Harry to the bed. When the back of Draco's knees came into contact with the bed, he turned them around and lightly pushed Harry onto his back. Harry wiggled his way up the bed and gave Draco a heated a look. Draco pulled his shirt over his head before joining Harry on the bed, straddling his hips and hovering above him. Harry looked up at the gorgeous man on top of him and suddenly felt unsure of himself. "I-I have no idea what I'm doing," he choked out with a self-conscious chuckle.

Draco's expression morphed from one of pure lust to one of reassurance. He reached down to cup Harry's face gently and pecked him lightly on the nose. "I know, and we can stop at any point," he assured.

Harry shook his head. "No, I want this," he asserted. "But I may need a little guidance." Harry could feel his cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment.

Draco rolled onto his side and slung an arm across Harry's waist. "I can do that," said with a smile. "Do you want to top?"

Harry felt his entire body flush. It was like being a blushing virgin all over again, and it was wildly uncomfortable, particularly at his age. "Do you, um, usually top or bottom?" Harry asked, his voice cracking.

Draco shrugged. "I enjoy both. I'll do whatever you're comfortable with."

Harry cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Then y-yeah, er, I'll, um, top," he stuttered, resisting the urge to bury his head in Draco's shoulder. "I'm sorry I'm acting like such a bloody teenager."

Draco chuckled and shook his head. "I think it's adorable, but seriously we don't have to do anything tonight."

Harry growled and rolled over so that he was straddling Draco's hips. "If you say that one more time," he threatened, the rest getting cut off in a blood boiling kiss.

Within a few minutes the pair had managed to undress each other, all the while keeping their lips in contact as much as possible. They were currently both in their boxers, Harry nipping at Draco's neck and sliding his burgeoning erection against Draco's, eliciting a sinful moan every so often. Draco slid his hands down Harry's back and lower to squeeze his arse causing Harry to gasp in pleasure. He then began to kiss his way down Draco's chest, his hands ghosting down his sides until he reached the waistband of his boxers. Harry then grabbed said waistband and pushed down the garment that was most definitely in his way. Draco lifted his hips to make it easier for Harry to remove them and kicked them off when they reached his feet.

Harry paused for a moment, attempting to gather as much confidence as possible, before he slowly lowered his mouth to Draco's hard member, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Draco's hair was mussed from all the snogging, and his pupils were blown wide with lust. Harry smirked inwardly, thrilled that he could elicit such a response from the other man. He then tentatively took Draco's erection into his mouth. It was an new feeling, having a cock in his mouth, but not an entirely unpleasant one, particularly because said cock was attached to an amazing, sexy man.

Harry traced the length of the other man's erection lightly with his tongue, causing all sorts of delicious noises to fall from Draco's lips. When he reached the head, he closed his mouth around it and sucked, a beautiful moan breaking the silence in the room. Harry continued to experiment with techniques, gaining confidence the more reaction he received from Draco. After several minutes, Draco grabbed his hair lightly, pulling him back from his task. Harry looked up at him inquisitively. "Don't want to finish that way," Draco gasped in explanation.

Harry nodded in understanding and found himself slightly at a loss of what to do. Draco reached over to his bedside table and pulled a small container of lube out of the drawer and handed it to Harry. "Do you want to do it or would you like me to?"

Harry bit his lip, an image of Draco writhing in pleasure, his own fingers thrusting in and out of his tight entrance. Harry moaned slightly at the idea but quickly cleared the thoughts. For this time, he wanted to be involved. "I'll do it," he responded, reaching for the lube and coating his index finger. He slowly pushed this finger into Draco's entrance, his other hand lightly groping his balls with a lot more confidence than he felt. He watched his lover's face closely, looking for any indication that what he was doing was working.

"Hey," Draco said quietly, reaching out to rub one of Harry's arms. "You're doing great. Just relax."

Harry nodded and focussed on the task at hand. He continued to use his index finger to explore Draco. After a moment of indecision, he slid a second finger in next to the first. He heard Draco's breath catch in his throat making Harry stop all movement immediately and snap his head up to evaluate Draco's face. The other man had his eyes shut, his mouth falling open slightly in what Harry hoped was pleasure. "More," Draco groaned.

Harry snapped into action and continued to move his two fingers, eliciting moans from Draco. Harry soon found when he hit a certain spot inside of him, Draco let out a loud moan that sent blood rushing to Harry's groin. Harry began to move faster and scissor his fingers, working mostly on instinct at this point, before sliding a third finger in. The more he watched his fingers disappear into Draco and the more the blond man moaned, the more desperate Harry was to bury himself in his tight heat. "Harry," Draco moaned. "Now, please."

That was all the encouragement that Harry needed. He quickly got more lube and covered his erection. Without thinking too much, he hooked Draco's legs on his shoulders and lined himself up. He paused for just a second to take in the situation. Draco was sprawled under him, staring at him with his intense grey eyes and breathing heavily in lust. Harry pushed forward, carefully breaching the ring of tight muscle. He slowly continued until he was fully seated inside of Draco, his head spinning with pleasure. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this good.

Draco moaned, encouraging him to begin to move. Harry pulled out all the way before thrusting back in and building into a steady rhythm. He was moaning and letting out a steady stream of nonsense that consisted mostly of "Draco," "so tight," and "gorgeous." He was so lost in pleasure that he was only vaguely aware of Draco's moans and gasps. He felt his orgasm building steadily in his lower belly and picked up the pace. Before he knew it, Harry was enveloped in one of the best orgasms of his life, his vision exploding with stars and cum filling the man underneath him.

When most of the pleasure had faded, Harry became acutely aware that in his ecstasy he had been ignoring Draco's erection. He slowly slid out and enveloped the blond man's cock in his mouth, trying to replicate the techniques that elicited the most response earlier. Within minutes Draco was squirming under him, clasping his hands together in an attempt not to force Harry's head down further. "G-gonna cum. If you don't want...oh Merlin," Draco babbled almost incoherently.

Harry pushed all the way down so that Draco's cock was all the way down his throat and felt the other man convulse in pleasure beneath him as he moaned loudly. A moment later, Harry tasted bitter, salty fluid on his tongue and felt the warm liquid slide down his throat. It was certainly a new experience, but it was one that Harry found he thoroughly enjoyed.

Once Draco's shudders had stopped, Harry slid him out of his mouth and settled down on his back next to Draco. Draco turned to face Harry and casually slung an arm across his chest, kissing him gently on the cheek. "That was brilliant," he whispered, tracing Harry's ear with his tongue.
Harry couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face and turned to face his lover. "For me. I completely forgot about you in the middle there. Terrible," he muttered with a shake of the head.

"Hey," Draco chided. "I wouldn't lie to you. You just got lost in the moment, and it was quite a turn on."

Harry smiled in delight. "Well next time I'll try to get a little less lost."

Draco smiled back and leaned in to capture his lips in a chaste kiss. "Sounds perfect. We'll have plenty of time to practice."

They lay there in content silence for awhile before Harry cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, now that I'm divorced, and Ginny is keeping the house, I should probably start looking for a flat."

"You can look for a flat tomorrow. Tonight, I want you all to myself."

"Well, I suppose I deserve a night to celebrate," Harry acquiesced.

"Absolutely, and then tomorrow I will bring you breakfast in bed and a copy of the Prophet so that you can start to look for flats," Draco informed him, nuzzling his head into Harry's neck.

"That sounds perfect. Thank you for everything," Harry whispered, his head swimming with emotion.

"Anything for you," Draco responded, pulling their lips together in a sweet kiss before pulling them both out of bed to get dressed. They headed down to the kitchen where Draco prepared a romantic dinner for the two of them. The couple spent the evening eating, drinking wine, and simply enjoying each other's company.