Title: So, romantic, huh?

Author: Marina

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: nothing mentioned in Harry Potter books belongs to me

Summary: The first time should always be perfect.



Chapter two.

Draco had left earlier and Sirius still wasn't back from the lunch with his girlfriend, so Harry had the house all to himself. The silence of the almost empty house inspired thinking in Harry. Going back to his morning conversation with his god father, Harry thought about his intention for the first time to be perfect.

He really wanted it to be perfect. Almost from the very beginning of their relationship Draco and he were pretty intimate. The question of sex was raised by the end of their first week together. Not feeling ready, Harry gave the first reason he could come up with, he wanted it to be perfect. But as the time went on and his body was getting more and more anxious, the idea became almost an obsession. He did want it to be perfect. Draco agreed to wait as well, though hardly a day passed that he did not ask if he came up with anything yet.

But everything that Harry thought of did not seem to be good enough.

Now, as he was sitting in the house, the idea hit him like lightning. What is the better place then the first true home that he had? The place where he living with the two people he loved most? The first home where he was happy?

He smiled to himself. This place was perfect. The plan started to form in his mind. How to get rid of Sirius for the night and how to organize the whole event were two most important things for him. He started to walk around the place as if sizing it up.

Harry wasn't sure why it was so important for him. He heard from many of his friends that first times are usually not all that great, lacking confidence and experience. Not sure how to deal with confidence issue, Harry nevertheless asked around the Hogwarts about the process and had Draco do the same thing.

The night he first had his dream about him and Draco having sex he was finally satisfied with the amound of knowledge he had. He often thought about that. Especially later since Draco started living and sleeping with him in the same room, it was hard to restrain themselves. Unlike Sirius thought, Draco did not sleep on the couch by the window that was put there for him, but as soon as they heard him go to bed, Draco would move to Harry into his bed.

Spending every night for the past week in the same bed really tried their resolve. Draco did not help at all when it came to that. Every night he tried to persuade Harry that the hell with the waiting, let's just do it. He would put out such amound of seduction that several times Harry came close to giving in.

But in the end he stood his ground. The Boy Who Lived would not have anything but the best.