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Chapter 35 Celebration Of Love

The days started to fly by, Harry and Draco feeling as though they could never find enough time together even as they rarely left each other's sides.

Much to quickly summer came, bringing with it the end of their fifth year at Hogwarts.

Draco had to return to Malfoy manor to uphold the deception of Mrs. Weasley not knowing of their relationship, and Harry to Grimmauld Place, where Draco would join him after the Weasleys left him there.

Harry didn't have to move in with the Weasley twins after all, as Sirius had left him Grimmauld Place and Kreacher, as well as the contents of his bank vault.

Things were starting to look up finally even though thinking about Sirius hurt him still.

But it was getting better. The river of life flowed on, and it was best not to dwell on past hurts and be left behind. Especially when he had someone worth living for…

* * * * *

"Harry, this is ridiculous," Malfoy complained as he was led into the room of requirement blindfolded so he couldn't see anything.

"Can't you just tell me what's going on?"

"It's a surprise."

"Is this because we have to go back home soon?"

"Sort of, but not really," Harry answered as he took the blindfold off for him.

Malfoy looked around in stunned-disbelief at the scene that met his eyes.

A dinner for two was laid out on the table. On each plate was a boiled-lobster with small bowls of butter for dipping in to the left, next to the forks.

A pair of wineglasses sat in the middle of the table, next to them a bottle of rich-looking red-wine.

Tall, green candles flickered from a smaller table, which proudly displayed a cheesecake decorated with fresh-blackberries.

Harry smiled at the expression on Draco's face as he moved behind him to slip his arms around him tenderly.

"Why did you do this then, if not because we are leaving Hogwarts soon?"

Harry made a mock put-out sound in the back of his throat as he pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.

"Honestly, Drake, we got together at the beginning of this year. If anything deserves a celebration, it's the one-year-mark in a relationship."

Malfoy blinked, his gray-blue eyes soft as he turned in Harry's arms to press a kiss to his jaw, his nose, then the very edge of his mouth.

"It sure doesen't feel like a year, but that's probably just because I love you so much…

This is beautiful, Harry. Thank you."

Harry smiled, taking his hand and leading him over to the bathtub.

Malfoy looked puzzled, but he followed him anyway.

"What are you doing, Harry? The food…"

"The food will be fine," he answered, unbuttoning Draco's white shirt and slipping it off his shoulders. "The room will keep it at the right temperature."

Then he knelt at Malfoy's feet, unbuttoning his black pants and tugging them down, followed by his slytherin-green boxers.

"I decided that I was going to spoil you tonight."

He pushed Draco back gently until he was on his back in the already full tub.

"It smells like limes," Malfoy said, sounding puzzled. "How did you know that I like limes?"

Harry flushed, standing up to strip off his own clothes slowly.

"Snape told me."

"You went to Snape for seduction tools?"

"Of course not. Eww. He just told me that the scent of your lime candles in your room at Malfoy Manor was overwhelming."

Harry knelt by the side of the tub, taking a green wash cloth, getting it wet and slicking it up with soap before sliding it over Malfoy's bare chest gently.

He washed his chest, back and neck, enjoying the soft moans of pleasure Draco made as he washed his beautiful blonde hair, massaging his scalp gently.

Then he went back down, starting with his feet, which Malfoy seemed to like a lot, judging by his loud groans, then continuing up to his legs and his stomach…

* * * * *

Draco closed his eyes, feeling lost in a sensual-pleasure such as he'd never known.

"Oh, Harry," he moaned. "So good…"

His entire body was tingling, and he nearly came right then as Harry washed and massaged his sensitive feet.

God who would have guessed that something as simple as Harry bathing him could make him so fucking hard?

Malfoy shuddered as his hands slid the wet cloth closer to his cock.

"Don't."

Harry blinked, pausing as he looked at Draco's face in concern.

"What, love?"

"Don't touch me. I want to be inside you when I cum."

He nodded, guiding Malfoy back so that he could rinse the shampoo out of his hair carefully. He smeared the conditioner through it, scrubbing it in good.

Draco gasped in surprise as Harry then climbed into the tub with him, straddling his hips as he rinsed out his hair again.

Then he smiled a sinful-smile as he spread his legs as wide as they would go, sliding himself down until Malfoy's cock was buried completely inside him.

One thrust of his hips was enough to make Draco come, his eyes squeezed tightly-shut as he groaned Harry's name.

Then gray-blue eyes met emerald-green as he sat up, trembling as he eased himself back off of Malfoy reluctantly.

"Come on," he said, draining the tub and drying both of them off with magic.

"Let's go eat."

"But you didn't cum, angel," Draco said in concern.

"I'll be fine, love. I'm hungry. And besides, you can take care of me after our dinner."

"True."

Malfoy stood after Harry, both of them replacing their clothes and moving to sit at the table. Harry broke open Draco's lobster for him, followed by his, spearing some with his fork and dipping it in his small bowl of butter, laughing inwardly as Malfoy licked his lips as he watched Harry take the food in his mouth with a moan of pleasure.

Then he shuddered as Harry rook a swallow of wine, the red liquid forming a droplet at the edge of his mouth. Malfoy leaned forward, catching it with his tongue before it could fall, enjoying the tremor that passed through Harry's body as he scraped his teeth over his lover's lower lip as he pulled back from the kiss slowly.

His fiancé's green eyes were glazed over with conflicting hunger and lust, so Malfoy chose for him, starting to eat his lobster and drink his wine.

After a moment Harry picked up his fork, which he had dropped during the brief kiss, starting to eat again, keeping his eyes on the table so that he wouldn't get distracted from his meal by lust.

They ate in comfortable silence, both of them clearly enjoying the meal.

After the lobsters were gone, Harry finally spoke as he poured them both another glass of wine from the now half-empty bottle.

"Kreacher."

There was a loud cracking sound as Harry's house-elf appeared, blinking his huge eyes as he bowed to him respectfully.

"Yes, master Harry?"

Harry gestured to the smaller table. "Would you cut me and Draco a piece of cake each, please?"

"Of course, master Harry," Kreacher said, bowing again, then moving to obey him quickly.

"You seem rather quick to ask him for help," Malfoy stated in surprise. "Isn't Hermione against house-elf forced-labor?"

Harry frowned briefly, taking another sip of his wine.

"I am not forcing him to do anything, I asked nicely. I've told him to stop with the bowing nonsense, but he won't. It makes him happy, I guess.

He's my friend now anyway. We talked quite a bit over the summer and really got to know each other well. We have one thing in common at least."

"And what would this be?"

"Both of us adore you."

Harry nodded when Malfoy looked startled at his answer.

"He was quite put-out when Sirius got the house instead of you family. And of course, it's mine now instead of yours. He's still annoyed, but he's better since he gets to talk about you now all the time without getting yelled at by his master.

I don't really mind listening to him list all of the praise-worthy qualities of my fiancé."

Malfoy laughed, smiling at Kreacher as he brought them their blackberry cheesecake.

"Thank you, Kreacher."

The elf nodded, looking to Harry in question.

"That will be all, Kreacher. Thank you. You may go home now."

Kreacher bowed to them both, vanishing again with another loud crack.

Draco shook his head, grinning as he dug into his cake enthusiastically.

"So, who told you that I love blackberries?"

"Nobody did, but that's nice to know for future purposes of seduction. It's my favorite fruit."

* * * * *

Harry smiled as he stood up from the table, taking Malfoy's hand in his and leading him toward the bed, his eyes burning with an intense lustful-anticipation.

Draco smiled back as Harry vanished their clothes, pulling him down onto the bed with him into the enfolding-softness of the silken-sheets.

Their mouths collided fiercely, tongues entwining as they groaned with need.

Malfoy prepared him gently, sliding his cock in deep, his thrusts frenzied as his teeth nipped at Harry's bottom lip. Harry's back arched off the bed as he pushed upward, desperate to get as close to him as he could.

"Oh, god, Drake, more, faster, please!!"

Harry was puzzled at the expression on Malfoy's face.

"What is it?"

"Uh, nothing. I don't know what you said. It was in parseltongue."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It was not intentional."

"No, it's okay. I want you to be yourself with me. And… I liked it."

"Really?"

"Yes. Say something else."

Harry nodded, narrowing his shining-green eyes in concentration, licking his lips before he spoke again.

"I want you to fuck me, Drake," he hissed softly.

Malfoy groaned, his cock jerking inside Harry, closing his gray-blue eyes as he started to rock his hips again quickly.

"Oh, hell, Malfoy, faster, please!!"

Draco stiffened, actually whimpering, his eyes tightly shut as he slammed forward into Harry one last time, coming instantly, hearing Harry cry out with pleasure as he came, the hot jets of liquid splashing across Malfoy's torso.

Then he slumped back onto the bed, his hand trembling as he took Draco's, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm, his eyes drifting closed as he shifted to lay beside him, snuggling against his side with his head on his chest.

"Wow," Harry breathed. "I think that was the most intense feeling that I've ever had with you, and that's saying something…"

"Yeah. Amazing… I love you, Harry. Happy one year anniversary, angel."

"I love you to. Happy one year anniversary, Drake."

They lay in bed in contented silence, wrapped in each other's arms as they drifted into a peaceful sleep.