Final Author's Note: Wow, okay, so I can't believe I'm posting the last chapter for this story. I still remember quite vividly when cathartic first asked me to write a Drarry, and I laughed at her, saying I could not do them any justice. I still do feel that way sometimes to be honest, but I had so much fun trying and know that the most worthwhile things are often the most difficult. I'd like to thank all of you who have supported this story, and therefore me through reading, following, favoriting, and/or reviewing over the past year and a half. It's a little sad to see this story come to an end, and I can only hope that you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I did sharing it with you. xxxx

- Chapter 36 -

Draco groaned as Harry pressed against him completely, their lower bodies meeting and the wizard's flavor dancing over his taste buds, and then he was guiding the dark-haired wizard back towards the bed blindly, and they fell on it as one sideways. Their lips parted as they laughed and shifted more to the middle, messing soft sheets, both still in their boxers.

Draco tugged at the waist of black boxers, and Harry pushed them down in response, kicking them off the rest of the way once they were around his ankles, and then he shot Draco an expectant look.

The tall blond skated his own white boxers down over his hips and off his legs, and then he was leaning in again, a warm hand running down his arm and grasping his wrist as they began to kiss more heatedly, slowly moving closer and closer together until—"Harry," Draco breathed against the wizard's parted lips, their bodies touching intimately, the wizard's skin feeling hot pressed to his cool body, and he breathed in deeply, an intoxicating scent filling his senses. "Mmmm..." He was suddenly trailing down a solid jawline, his teeth coating with venom, and he tilted Harry's chin up, a sharp gasp marking the movement. "You smell... so good," he practically purred, and shifted even closer.

Harry felt the air escape his lungs all at once, his chin being held up with a pale thumb, and his heart beating a maddening pace inside his ribs. He was ready. He'd said he was ready. He'd reassured Draco he was ready. His hands braced against the wizard but didn't push, his breath catching inside his chest, as he felt lips suddenly on his neck, grazing down the side of it... until what felt like teeth points replaced them. Shit. Shit. Shit—

"Harry," was husked against the wizard's neck, "Breathe."

Air whooshed into the wizard's lungs as if on command, and Harry was looking into dark grey eyes a second later as his heart danced around inside it like it was trying to escape. "Sorry."

Draco eyed him for a moment before saying, "It's okay," and then he was pressing his lips to his gently, meeting them over and over in small reassuring kisses, his hand sliding down from his neck, over his shoulder and down even further, until he was grasping the wizard's side, tone obliques flexing under the touch. And Harry rocked his hips forward and brushed fully against him.

A groan escaped red lips, and Draco pushed up onto hands and knees, situating himself overtop the wizard as he rolled onto his back simultaneously, and his chest rose and fell heavily as he shifted further down, placing himself between obliging legs. His teeth throbbed, and he closed his eyes, his right hand gently massaging the wizard's hip as he struggled to think around the growing single-minded impulse to mate, because he could tell Harry wasn't quite there.

"Here."

Grey eyes opened to find a tube being held out. Draco felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, and he took it from a wide-eyed Harry. "Is this your way of asking me to shag you?" he said, teasing lightly.

Harry swallowed, his throat dry and unbelievably tight, and he ignored his unsureness with the blond above him only having tried to have sex with him once. "Yes," he said finally, his voice low and rough, "I need you inside me... I mean, if you want to, tonight, that is. It'd help."

Draco blinked, and then he was nodding numbly, surprised by the words. He undid the top and applied it liberally as he held the wizard's gaze, and then he was moving closer and gripping himself firmly as he lined himself up at the wizard's entrance. He pressed gently against the wizard, and Harry groaned, his eyes falling shut, and he pushed back, and Draco bit down on his lower lip when he almost dipped inside. The blond let out an unsteady breath. "Harry."

Green eyes opened. "Y-Yeah Draco?"

Draco smiled down at the wild-haired wizard, his chest rising and falling rapidly despite his not moving, and he waited for Harry to lift pitch-dark brows predictably. "I always want to," he said and then pressed forward until he was dipping in, slowly becoming enveloped in a tight, velvety warmth, and a groan rumbled deep in his chest.

"Fuck," Harry cursed around jagged breathing, his hands grabbing onto pale shoulders as Draco carefully worked his way in inch by inch, the warm sheets below him contrasting the cool body above him, and he pulled the blond down closer until a cool breath was brushing his face.

"Are you okay?"

Harry opened his eyes, not realizing they'd closed, and he found himself peering into glazed, grey orbs up close. He nodded tightly. "Yeah, are you?"

Draco nodded, the movement quiet as he held himself still so he didn't hurt the wizard beneath him, waiting for him to acclimate and relax some. He shifted his weight carefully to his right hand after a few moments and lifted his left. He began to trace his thumb along the wizard's jawline, ignoring the urge to move. He swallowed back some venom, the burning almost going unnoticed as he studied the wizard beneath him. He felt a jerking pulse when the pad of his thumb skated down further, and he left it there, meeting a vivid green gaze.

"You can move," Harry croaked, his heart running a mile a minute, feeling like it might explode. Then his chin fell back, and the wizard groaned lowly when pale hips began to rock against him, and he let out a gasp when the blond brushed the spot inside of him that made his eyes want to roll back.

Draco let out a shuddered breath as he began to move more, his hips beginning to pull back further with each thrust, and a low noise escaped his lips as hands slid down his sides and then gripped his lower back roughly, urging him on. He didn't know how he'd kept from doing this for so long with the wizard. Fingers dug into his back, and he began to thrust harder, Harry gasping louder each time and encouraging him. Not again though. Never again. Darkened grey eyes focused then on an arched neck, and Draco felt himself dipping down closer until he was breathing over a jumping pulse. He heard a sharp intake of air, and he kept his hips moving even as his tongue snuck out and greeted warm skin.

Harry groaned and arched his entire body into the touch, his needy body part pressing up against a cool muscular stomach that flexed each time Draco moved further inside of him. The blond began to place heated open-mouthed kisses over and around where he'd bitten on several occasions, and Harry gasped when he felt teeth points graze over the spot. "Oh Godric."

Draco felt a numbness slowly coat his teeth, and he began to thrust harder, his mouth not leaving the spot as his canines began to throb, waiting. Waiting. He wanted him to want it.

"Ah-h," Harry gasped, when the blond hit the spot inside of him again that made his mind turn to mush, and his hands moved up to grasp onto silky platinum locks instead, and he tried to take in a stabilizing breath but it was hit again. "Fuck."

And then the wizard began to feel a familiar tightening down low as he was pressed repeatedly between their stomachs, slick with excitement. "Draco," he said.

Draco rolled his hips forward again, angling them up, and pulled back just enough to say in a low, breathy voice, "Yeah, Harry?"

"I love you."

Draco smiled, a soft breath escaping him. "I love you too."

"I'm ready," was said huskily then. "Bite me. I want to be yours."

Draco felt his heart skip a beat, and then grey eyes flicked to pitch-black, and Draco's mouth latched onto Harry's throat.

Harry gasped at the feeling, and then a low, drawn-out groan fell from his lips when he felt teeth. He barely registered them sinking down and in, the touch shifting from icy cold to a toe-tingling heat instantly, and it began to creep inside of him, starting at the bite and spreading out, encapsulating his entire being from his head to his toes in a blissful blanket of warmth.

Draco's entire body was flooded with heat as he held the wizard pinned beneath him with his teeth, allowing the mating to take fully, and his hips began to move with more need. He groaned against the wizard's neck, when Harry pulled roughly on his hair, gasping and encouraging him to keep going.

Harry cursed, feeling like he might catch fire as talented hips pushed his body further and further towards a precipice. And then Draco thrusted in again fully, and Harry felt complete—like he and Draco were one—and Harry slipped off the edge, calling out Draco's name as he did, spilling onto the blond's perfect stomach, and he felt hips lose their rhythm, and he was being filled.

Draco waited, listening to his and Harry's hastened breaths for a few beats after both their bodies had stilled other than greedily rising chests, and then he began to slide his teeth out cautiously. He felt one last surge of mating venom run down them as he did, Harry sucking in a hiss of a breath at the same time, and then light grey eyes peered down to see the bite seal with the aid of the extra venom; a peace fell over the blond that made his muscles feel like putty, and he carefully pulled out of the wizard and dropped onto mussed sheets beside Harry, a heavy breath escaping him.

"It worked... right?" Harry asked, blinking rapidly as he stared at the tent's ceiling, feeling like he could sense the blond beside him even if he were to leave, like he was a part of him now.

"I'd say so," Draco said, and his lips curled up as he turned his head and met green eyes that meant the world to him, "Now you're stuck with me, Potter."

Harry let out a breath of a laugh, and he rolled onto his side, shifting closer until he was settling against the blond's shoulder. Draco's arm wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. The wild-haired wizard rested his head on the blond's chest, and he listened to the sound of his heart slowing as a pale hand gently began to graze up and down along his side, a feeling of pure contentment filling him.

"I think I can handle that," Harry murmured sleepily, and Draco hummed his assent.

-THE END-

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