The sight of Harry Potter, vanquisher of the Dark Lord and savior of the world as we knew it, with his lips around my cock was… Too much. Far more than I ever deserved, and I couldn't give into the pleasure until I saw the ecstasy on his face. Wouldn't hoard it all for myself, even if he wanted me to. So I fucked him like it'd earn my house points.

To be honest, I was already painfully on the edge, but I only buried my face in the crook of his shoulder and bit into the side of his neck. Hard enough to hold off on my own release, and to earn a glorious cry from his lips as I dragged him along with me toward our climax.

"Oh, shit… Fuck, Draco- Y-you-" A growl eased out of my lips, around the pinch of his skin between my teeth as I urged him on with my hips. Which turned out to be an effective way to shut him up. His arms locked around me as he sang louder and louder in my ear, and I drowned in his voice. Deeply enough I could almost ignore how fucking amazing he felt around my cock.

In the final throes, he cried my name, and I released his neck to watch the pleasure on his face. There we go. Fucking cum for me. His spine arched, shoulders pressing back against the hearthplace rug as he sprayed across his torso. And the expression he made sent me right along with him.

Jesus fucking Christ, I… I have no right to, but I… I'm so entirely fucking in love with him. My forehead came to rest against his cheek as we caught our breath, and the intensity of the orgasm that'd just washed over me sent tremors up my spine. Whatever had possessed me to take Felix's place when I'd found them in the library, I counted myself far luckier than I ever could've predicted. And again, that familiar pain tightened in my chest at just how fucking happy I was. I shouldn't be this happy.

As if he could read my mind, Harry lifted his hands to either side of my face and ushered my lips down onto his. His love was like a potent syrup in his mouth as he snogged the shit out of me, and I nearly wept at the flavor. But I tried my best to reciprocate, to say all the things I couldn't put into words. I must've gotten my point across, because when his head fell back to the rug, he just looked up at me. Studied my face with something like wonder shining in his eyes. And a slow smile crept across his face.

"You're fucking brilliant," he whispered raggedly, and a corner of my lips lifted. I tried to hide the wince his words incited in me, but we'd grown too used to each other to be able to hide shit. "I love you so much I could strangle you, prat."

A snort ripped out of me as I carefully withdrew to sit back against the front of the chair I'd abandoned. And slid down enough to rest my head back against the seat. I sensed Harry prop himself up on his elbows by the way the angle of his breathing shifted, but only closed my eyes and passed a hand through my hair.

"Sorry about your neck," I said, instead of the words damn near burning a hole in my tongue.

"I… Actually quite liked it." My head rose a fraction of an inch to peek one eye down at him, and was amused to see a shy smile pulling at his lips as he delicately touched the indentations I'd left with my teeth.

"Noted," I conceded as I laid my head back again. "What the fuck are you doing with a guy like me?"

Even though I'd just fucked his brains out, and he'd told me he loved me, again, I couldn't help but wonder. Every sin I bore was like an ugly wound on my soul, and while his was far from perfect, they weren't self-inflicted like mine. Harry chuckled.

"You're smart. I'm sure you can figure it out."

I echoed his chuckle, and couldn't open my eyes for a long moment as I heard him rustling about and, most likely, standing up. What I wasn't expecting, though, was a heavy dip beneath my head as Harry sat behind me in the chair, legs on either side of my head. My eyes flashed open, but I saw only the ceiling as his fingers delicately started dragging through my hair. A knot formed in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the soothing, loving way he was touching me.

Just fucking say it, you coward. Man up and confess. Even if it hurts. I swallowed thickly around the knot in my throat. "I-" The words choked in my mouth, and I clicked my teeth shut with an agitated sigh.

"I know."

My eyes flashed open again, and I had to angle my neck backwards to see Harry's upside-down face. A soft smile warmed his lips, and I swallowed again. "S-sorry, I…"

"Just shut up," he chuckled as he ran his short nails across my scalp. Another sigh leaked through my lips as I relaxed into his touch. And as I lay there, wrestling with the urge to rip myself from the contented state I found myself in, something changed within me.

This. This peace, this warmth… I would fight to protect it. Even if it meant standing up for myself, defending myself. If Harry and I were to go public, and we received any backlash at all, I would bear it. I wouldn't let public opinion, or even the Wizengamot, come between us, to ruin this imperfect perfection we'd crafted for ourselves. We'd both been through hell and back, and even if I deserved to suffer, I'd let myself be happy with him. And I'd never let him go.

This shift in myself was uncomfortable, and I sought comfort with my cheek against Harry's knee. If the Room was the only place we could be openly affectionate with each other without fear, I'd use it up, but some small part of me hoped, one day, we could be like this… Out there. Without shame or worry. Just us.

"Harry…" His fingers stilled in my hair, and I forced the words out of my stupid fucking mouth. "Er… H-hot cocoa sound good to you?"

A beat of silence. "Sounds wonderful." I heard the smile in his voice as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. And despite the hammering of my heart against my ribs, a smile of my own lifted the corners of my mouth.