Title: Needing You Always

Written By: Landell

Disclaimer: The characters of this story are not mine.  All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and the Harry Potter Series.

            ~ This is my second story.  I hope that you like it.  I think this one is better than the first.  Read it and Read: Destined to Love and tell me what you think.  I love to hear from readers.  Thanks a bunch!!!~

Chapter 13: For One Week

            Harry awoke the next morning, feeling very warm and content.  The room was quiet and the sunlight was just beginning to filter into the room.  Small song birds were singing just outside the window filling the air with a beautiful melody.  Today was going to be a gorgeous day.

            "Draco?" Harry asked as he rubbed the arms now wrapped tightly, almost protectively, around his own waist.

            "Mmm." Came from the vicinity behind him.  Draco was spooning with him.
            "Draco, love?  Are you awake?" Harry asked as he continued to massage Draco's arms.

            "No." Draco replied, laying his head on Harry's side.  Harry could just make out clouded silver, grey eyes watching his emerald green eyes.

            "Oh, ok then." Harry said softly.  "I guess I'll have to wait to kiss you then."

            Draco sat straight up in the bed.  His gaze still locked with Harry's.  "I'm awake!" Draco said loudly.

            Harry chuckled.  He placed his hand on the back of Draco's head, intertwining his fingers in the silver, blond hair.  The way that the sun was playing upon that hair, Harry would have sworn that it was silken gold.  Harry gently pulled Draco down to him.  "Come here you."

            Draco happily complied.  He placed his face directly over Harry's, looking deeply into Harry's eyes.

            Ever so slowly, Draco placed his lips onto Harry's, teasingly.  It didn't take long for that tentative kiss to become very passionate.

            "Oh how I have missed your touch." Draco said as they embraced.  "Your fingers feel like fire on my skin."

            "I have longed for your kisses." Harry said.  "Your gentle and loving words of endearment."

            The two kissed deeply once more.  Hands explored familiar territory.  Their bodies surged with energy and excitement.

            Reluctantly, Harry pulled away.

            "We can't make love right now." Harry said to Draco's disappointed face.  "You are just getting better.  I don't want you to strain yourself."

            "I would not strain myself." Draco said with a smirk.  He lowered his face just barely an inch above Harry's.  "It is you who I would strain."

            "Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Malfoy." Harry said grabbing hold of Draco's manhood.  Draco gasped in shock and pleasure.  "Your 'assets' are not as big as they seem."

            "You liked my 'assets' that last night at Hogwarts." Draco murmured as Harry continued his assault.

            "Draco.  I love your 'assets.'" Harry said kissing Draco's cheek.  "I love every part of you."

            "Then, why can't we make love?" Draco asked.  His voice almost sounded pleading.

            "Because I said no." Harry said letting go of Draco.  He shrugged himself out of bed.  "I am not up to the risk of having you getting hurt again."

            "Harry, please.  I am not that week." Draco hissed.

            "I don't care." Harry said.  "I love you too much Draco to see you get hurt.  Even if that means we can't make love."

            "But, Harry…" Draco stammered.

            "No 'Buts' Draco." Harry said holding up his hand to silence him.  "No sex and I mean it."

            "For how long?" Draco asked beginning to pout.

            "One week." Harry said, pulling on his p. j. bottoms.

            "One week!" Draco exclaimed.  "Harry!  You must be joking!"

            "No joke, Draco." Harry said as he pulled Draco out of bed and to his feet.  He wrapped his arms about Draco's neck while Draco held him tightly about the middle.  "One week.  No more; no less."

            "But, Harry…" Draco whined.

            "Draco, if you even try something or continue to whine about this, I will make it two weeks." Harry said staring into icy, grey eyes.

            "Yes, Sir." Draco said rather down trodden.

            "Come on." Harry said giving Draco a slap on the backside.  "Get dressed and we'll go get something to eat."

            "Ok." Draco said with a smile.  "I'm starving."

            "I thought you might be." Harry said as he released Draco from his grasp.  He walked over to his dresser and retrieved some of his pajama pants and a matching t-shirt.  He turned around and threw the cloths at Draco.  "Here, you can wear these."

            "Mmm.  Pumpkin and Cinnamon." Draco said as he deeply inhaled the scent of the shirt.  "The smell of Harry Potter."

            "I don't smell like that." Harry said defensively.

            "Yes you do." Draco said when he had finished dressing.  He walked over to Harry, pulling him into his embrace.  He brushed his lips softly against Harry's neck.  "You smell like the Halloween Feast and you taste like the pumpkin pie."

            Harry moaned as Draco teased him with his lips.  He inhaled Draco's scent as it dripped from every pore.  Harry began to giggle.

            "What's so funny?" Draco asked tenderly.

            "You smell like peppermints and honey." Harry said still giggling.

            "Do I really?" Draco asked.

            "Yes you do." Harry said giving Draco a little kiss on the lips.  "You always have that pep that I love so much.  You are just as sweet as mint but can be tangy and a little bitter like honey."

            "All this talk of food is making me very hungry." Draco said.  "I haven't eaten in five days."

            Harry stared at Draco, a look of horror streaked across his face.

            "Darling, don't worry." Draco said as he stroked Harry's cheek with his thumb.  "I'm here with you now, safe in your little home.  I will get better."

            Harry's eyes went wide with shock.  'He doesn't know he's at the Weasley's.' Harry thought.

            "Harry?  What is it?" Draco asked.  "You've got that bat in front of a broomstick look (the equivalent to: That deer in the headlights look.)."

            "Draco, this isn't my house." Harry said.

            "Oh?" Was what Draco replied.  "Are we at Sirius' and Remus' house then?"  Harry had told Draco that Sirius was Harry's godfather. 

            "No." Harry said quietly.  "We're at Ron's."

            Draco's eyes went wide.  He had been dreading the day that he would have to see Ron Weasel, I mean, Ron Weasley again.

            "Oh Draco, it won't be that bad." Harry said, seeing his boyfriend's fear.  "Ron is very understanding and he does know about us.  I told him you were going to apologize and that he had to do the same."

            "You're right." Draco said nodding his head.  "Any friend of yours is bound to have a good heart."

            Harry smiled and he felt his face heat up with pride.  "I do have good taste in friends." He said.  "And even better taste with whom I chose as my boyfriend and lover."

            "Come on you ninny." Draco said pulling Harry behind him.  He gave Harry's hand a squeeze.  "I'm starving and I want to get this over with."