Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.
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A couple of hours later, Draco and Harry lay in bed, entangled in blankets and soaked with sweat. Harry lay on his side, and Draco wrapped his arms around the boy from behind, pulling him close.
"Are you all right, love?" Draco murmured, dropping light kisses over Harry's skin. Harry nodded.
"Sore," he replied, quietly. "You'd think I'd be used to it by now--" Harry covered his mouth with his hand, shaking his head. "No, I am not going to compare you to them. This is a good kind of sore..." Draco buried his face in the other boy's hair.
"I love you," he whispered. Harry turned over onto his back and smiled up at Draco, who propped himself up by his arm.
"You are a god, Draco," Harry murmured, smiling tiredly. Draco grinned.
"I like to think so," he agreed, smirking and leaning down to capture Harry's lips with his own. "What time is it?" Harry glanced at a clock on the wall.
"Nearly eleven," he responded. Draco frowned. "You have to get back to school." The blond boy nodded his head.
"Dad wanted me back by eleven," he sighed. Harry reached up to run his fingers across Draco's chest.
"I don't want you to leave me," he whispered.
"You'll be coming back in the morning," Draco reminded him. He climbed out of bed and retrieved his clothes from around the room, then proceeded to get dressed. "Anyway, you're sleepy. Just go to sleep for a few hours, have good dreams--about me, of course--and when you wake up in the morning, you can come back to school, all right?"
Harry sighed and nodded his head. Draco, now fully-dressed (although sloppily), bent over and gave Harry another kiss, caressing the boy's cheek with his hand.
"I love you, my love," Draco murmured.
"And I, you, my darling," Harry murmured back, grabbing Draco's hand.
"'Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow,'" Draco quoted as he left the room, letting go of Harry's hand as he walked.
After about ten minutes, Harry decided that he didn't want to go to sleep. He got out of bed and put on his pajamas, then wrapped a small blanket around himself and went down to the kitchen for some hot chocolate. When he got down there, he saw that his fathers were already home, and Remus was already making hot chocolate.
"Hi, Dad, hi, Daddy," Harry greeted them, padding over to the table. He sat down, yawning, and wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.
"How was your evening, kiddo?" Sirius asked, a twinkle in his eye. Harry just smiled, dreamily, as Remus placed a cup in front of him. "Harry, please, you're only fifteen. Don't tell me you and Draco..." His words trailed to an end. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine," he replied, smirking. Remus chuckled.
"Come on, Siri, Harry's a smart kid," he insisted. "He knows what he's doing. Besides, weren't you a year younger than him when you and--"
"That's enough," Sirius stated, holding up a hand to stop Remus from continuing. "Remus, these are different times, and I'm just trying to look out for him."
"I know that, but if Harry wants to have sex, it's his decision," Remus explained. "As long as he knows the consequences of his actions, and as long as he knows that--"
"All right, now that's it," Harry interrupted him. "I would appreciate it if you two wouldn't discuss my sex life as though I'm not in the room. Thank you. And considering the shite I went through last summer when it came to sex, I can tell you that Draco was an extremely pleasant change tonight." His eyes widened, as did his fathers'. "Oh, Merlin, you didn't know that part. I shouldn't have said that. I'm going to bed, good night!"
Harry jumped up from his seat, ignoring the protests from Sirius and Remus, and went back up to his bedroom. He cleaned up a bit, then climbed under the covers on his bed and closed his eyes. After a little while, he heard the door open and close, and felt the edge of his bed sink down a little.
"Harry," Remus said, softly. He placed the ball of fur known as Harry's cat, Peachy, next to Harry on the bed. "I could tell you're in a bit of pain."
"Was it that obvious?" Harry wondered, sheepishly, as he scratched behind Peachy's ears. Remus chuckled, shaking his head.
"Only to someone who has been there," he responded. He smoothed Harry's hair back from his forehead. "Do you need anything? The pain will probably be gone by the time you wake up in the morning, but if you want to take something for it..." Harry shook his head.
"No, thank you, I'll be fine," he replied. He smiled a little. "And somehow I get the feeling that I'll be sleeping just fine tonight, so no sleeping potion either." Remus smiled back.
"All right," he said. "Good night, kid." He kissed Harry's forehead, then stood up and headed for the door.
"Night, Daddy..." Harry mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.