Draco Malfoy and His Happily Ever After:

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate which I strongly recommend that you read before starting this. No, really. Please, please read that first. This chapter was written fairly fast, so if you find any typos let me know.

Warnings for this chapter: Language. Smut.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.

They made out against the wall for about half an hour, simply kissing and taking pleasure in each other's company and bodies. It was harmless snogging, but it was thoroughly enjoyable. Draco especially liked the way Harry tended to nibble on his ear and how firm the other boy's back was underneath his hands. Their impromptu make out session was interrupted when Remus called them into the kitchen to eat.

Draco stopped to make sure his clothes were in order and discovered that Harry, who had already left as soon as Remus had said the word food, had left a vivid red mark on his neck. The Slytherin grinned and exposed his neck, peering at it in the mirror. Shrugging, he made his way towards the kitchen, with his glaringly obvious hickey almost glowing against the pale white ivory of his skin. Sirius and Remus had the grace not to mention it, though Sirius did stare a bit before the werewolf elbowed him.

Dinner was a quick affair, though the salad and lightly grilled steaks were quite good. Draco wasn't sure where he had picked up culinary skills, but Remus was quite the accomplished chef. After the meal, they all migrated towards the living room and Draco found himself sitting on the floor near Harry's feet with his back against the couch, his own feet stretched out so they were warmed by the fire. He wiggled his toasty toes and leaned his head against Harry's knee, letting the hum of conversation lull him into a contented doze.

Halfway through the conversation, Harry reached down and began combing his fingers through Draco's hair, absently petting the Slytherin and Draco melted a little against his leg, almost purring at the visceral pleasure of the caresses. His eyelids lowered slightly as he submitted to Harry's attentions, but that didn't mean he missed Remus' rolled eyes or Sirius smirk and Harry was too busy chattering on about Puddlemere United's defensive players to notice what his own hand was doing at the moment.

"…now that they've lost Chapman. I mean, they're good and everything, but they've lost their Keeper and their reserve isn't as seasoned. Oliver's good, of course, but he's still green. And the Cannons were out the running a long time ago, which Ron was pretty upset about, let me tell you."

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, and they used to be such a good team, too. I can't even remember the last time they won a game."

The professor cleared his throat, looking up from the book he had been reading. Their chatter had obviously been distracting him away from the text. "Why don't you and Draco go flying? Get a feel for the countryside and all that. I know you have to be curious about it, Harry."

"Well, now that you mention I am. At least a little."

"Just don't fly too far and try not to bother our neighbors. The Cadwalladers are nice people, but they tend to keep to themselves. And try not to bother their sheep or Mr. Cadwallader'll have my hide."

Draco opened one eye fully to look at the other wizards. "I'd wondered where they came from. C'mon on Harry. I'll even let you ride my broomstick." Harry kicked him lightly in the side and promptly turned a brilliant shade of red.

"Draco!" The Slytherin wondered if he'd ever get tired of hearing that scandalized tone of voice and privately doubted it. It was just so fun to yank Harry's chain.

"What? Don't you want to fly on my Quicksilver?" He asked innocently, keeping the wicked smirk of his face only through sheer will while Sirius snickered at them both.

"Oh. Just - um. Let's go." Harry stood and helped the other boy to his feet. It only took a second for Draco to get his broom and they trooped outside with Sirius' advice ringing in their ears. "Don't fly too high or you'll hit the wards and watch out for the weather! It rains a lot here. And oh! Watch out for-" The door shut behind them, cutting off the rest of Sirius' speech.

"It seems your godfather is a mother hen, Harry." Draco said conversationally, squinting up at the sky to judge the weather.

"Yeah, well. He just wants to make sure I'm safe. Can you really blame him?"

Draco smirked. "With your predilection for constantly getting into trouble? Not at all. I'm surprised he hasn't put you on a leash."

"Ooh. Kinky." Harry teased as they walked around back, their footsteps muffled in the grass. There actually was a shed in the back yard, but it appeared to be abandoned. Draco had brief thoughts of setting up a laboratory in there and styling himself an amateur Potions Master when the Gryffindor's voice broke into his reverie. "So, are we going to fly, or what?"

"Yes, of course. You are aware that the Quicksilver model only responds to its owner, aren't you? We'll have to double up or it'll buck you off."

Harry sighed. "Alright then."

"Up." Draco straddled the floating broomstick and motioned for Harry to get on behind him. The Gryffindor Seeker made a brief face before sliding behind him and wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be. Try not to kill me?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." And then they were off, zooming into the air and curving around so they were headed towards the rocky hillside where the sheep grazed placidly. Harry was a warm, anchor against his back and the breeze ruffled his white oxford shirt as they cut through the air cleanly, dipping down to skim over hills and arching back up again.

Harry leaned forward to speak loudly in his ear, aware the wind might make hearing him difficult. "It's great! Really smooth flying!"

"I know!" Draco shouted back with smug glee, doing a little corkscrew that had Harry clinging to him like a limpet. Flying your own broomstick was one thing, but riding on someone else's was an entirely different experience, Draco knew. His own father had taken him on a few flights when he had been too little to fly by himself. He pushed the thought away firmly, unwilling to dwell on it.

For the most part, their flight was a silent one, though of course the whistle of the wind past their ears was always there. Draco restrained himself quite well; He only dive-bombed the sheep once. He was careful never to fly outside the boundary of the wards and after a while Harry settled against him, which was an unexpected show of trust in Draco's flying abilities. Most Quidditch players had trouble going double on a broomstick, mainly because they spent all their time wishing they were in control instead of the other person and were constantly second-guessing whoever was guiding the broom.

Draco spotted a steep, grassy hill that looked welcoming and veered towards it, doing a small loop before pulling down even with the ground. Harry loosed his hold on Draco's waist and dismounted quickly. Draco was swift to follow, setting his beloved Quicksilver aside carefully. The countryside spread out below them, a vista of incredibly green hills and valleys. Harry had propped himself up against a small, wizened tree and was looking down across the land pensively. Draco wormed himself between Harry's legs and sat so that his back was flush against the other boy's chest.

The Gryffindor laughed softly at the way his boyfriend had taken to treating him like some odd piece of furniture and set his chin on the top of Draco's head. Displeased of this reminder of how much taller Harry had grown over the summer, Draco moved his head so that it was resting against Harry's shoulder and the other boy was forced to lean his own head back against the trunk of the tree once more. Of course, height envy wasn't the only reason he'd moved. Harry's chin was really bony.

"It's pretty isn't it?" Harry asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Draco again and settling the other boy more comfortably against his body.

"If you like that sort of thing." The Slytherin said it in an offhand manner, but truthfully he thought it was rather enchanting too.

"Mmmhmm." The dark haired boy pressed a swift kiss to Draco's head, obviously just doing it on impulse.

"Sirius and Remus know, don't they?" Draco finally asked, ending the comfortable silence between them. He knew, without looking, that Harry had that little furrow between his eyebrows.

"Know what?"

"That we're together."

Harry shifted, obviously uncomfortable. He stopped when Draco poked him in the side in warning. "I guess. I mean, yeah they do. We don't talk about it though. Sort of a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. It's better that way. Less embarrassing."

"But Sirius gave you the sex talk right? At least, you said as much our first time."

Harry laughed. "That's sort of why we have the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. We were both so humiliated by the whole ordeal I think it's scarred us for life. Plus, as long as we both pretend there's nothing to talk about he doesn't have to interfere. I think he just wants to pretend we aren't having sex at all and I'm not about to make him stop deluding himself. I mean, I don't want to think about him and Remus having sex either so it's a fair trade."

"So you do know about that." The Slytherin mused. "I knew no one could possibly be that oblivious. I've been curious about that for a while now."

"Well, mystery solved then."

Draco laughed suddenly. "Black Cottage, hm? Maybe we should just rename it Poof Cottage and get it over with." Harry snickered along with him.

"Somehow I don't think it has quite the same ring to it."

"It's apt enough though."

"I like the cottage. It's sort of cozy, but not crowded like the Burrow. Though the Burrow has its own sort of charm."

"What sort of charm would that be? The impoverished kind? Ouch!" Draco rubbed his side and twisted around to glare at the other boy. "Watch your elbow."

"Don't talk about the Weasleys like that. For a long time they were the only family I had."

"Sorry." The Slytherin finally offered, perturbed at having offended Harry. "It's habit." He confessed, leaning back against the other boy. "Sometimes I don't even know what's going to come out of my mouth next."

Harry sighed slightly, his breath ruffling the blonde's hair. "It's okay. Just try to keep a lid on it, please. At least around me and my friends."

"I'll try. I can't promise anything, but I won't do it deliberately anymore. And in turn I expect all ferret jokes to be forgotten." Draco said sternly. He was none too fond of his memories as a ferret and any mention of the incident tended to greatly irritate him.

"Deal."

"So when are you going to tell Weasley about us?" Draco asked curiously, tilting his head up to examine a passing cloud that vaguely resembled a house elf.

"This summer. I figured since Mrs. Weasley invited you over I'd let him spend some time with you and find out you're not all that bad. Then, right before we leave, I'll tell him. That way he can't try and beat your face in because we'll already be gone."

"That's… reassuring." Draco said faintly. Beat my face in? He thought silently, not at all looking forward to the upcoming visit.

Harry's arms tightened around him comfortingly. "I won't let that happen, don't worry."

"You better not. I'd hate to have to hex off his nose." Draco paused. "No, that's a lie. I really wouldn't hate it."

"I expected as much. You're such a git."

Draco turned around, straddling Harry's lap and giving the other boy a steady, seductive look. "Ah, but I'm an incredibly sexy git who shags you on a regular basis. You mustn't forget that."

Harry smiled wryly. "I don't think it'll slip my mind any time soon. You arrogant sod."

"Wanker."

"Slut." The Gryffindor chimed in with a grin.

Draco ground his erection down onto Harry's lap, making the dark haired boy gasp with surprise and arousal. "Only for you." He said in a low, rough voice, leaning forward to suck on Harry's neck and tp nibble on his earlobe a bit.

"Should we really be, mmm, right there - be doing this outside?"

"What? Afraid the sheep will get off on it?" Draco asked incredulously, pausing for a moment to sit back and stare at the other boy questioningly.

The dark haired boy grinned abashedly. "Okay, you've got a point there. And keep doing that." He demanded, bucking his hips up a little.

"Mmm. I do aim to please. Anything else you want while I'm at it?"

"Er…" Harry's eyes glazed over as he undoubtedly began thinking of all the things he'd like to do with the handsome blonde. "I dunno. Depends on how flexible you are." He added with a cheeky grin.

"Flexible enough to suck my own cock. Well, with a contortionist charm at least." The Gryffindor's jaw dropped open.

"Suck your own what? What? You can really do that?" Harry asked, utterly astounded.

The Slytherin smirked. "Well, you have to admit I'm brilliant as sucking cock. Didn't you ever wonder who I'd been practicing on?"

"Huh. That's quite… intriguing, even though I should probably be calling you a pervert right about now, though that goes without saying really. Still, that's pretty damn flexible, even if it is only because of a charm."

"So? I'm doing requests here. You wouldn't want to waste your opportunity." Draco reminded him, rocking his hips against Harry's. Grinding slowly against the other boy made a delicious tingle go up his spine and if the way Harry's mouth was parted slightly as he breathed unevenly was any indication, he wasn't the only one feeling it.

"Er… this is nice." Harry said lamely, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed at the way Draco started rotating his hips in a little circle.

The Slytherin grimaced. "I'm not messing up my pants, even for a mind-blowing orgasm. And take your glasses off so I can kiss you properly."

"Sorry." He carefully set his spectacles out of the way, blinking in an owlish manner for a moment as his eyesight adjusted. "Better?" Draco smiled, pleased to see Harry's brilliantly green eyes unshielded for once. They really were quite lovely, with streaks of lighter green throughout and a darker ring of emerald around the edge. He leaned forward to steal a kiss, moaning softly into Harry's mouth when the other boy responded, stroking his tongue against Draco's. The Slytherin pulled back, unwilling to get too caught up in the kiss when there were still things to take care of.

"Much better. Do we happen to have anything we could use as lube?"

"Er. I don't think so."

"Okay then. We'll make our own." Draco smirked, unbuttoning his trousers. "Just let me come and then we'll use that for lube and you can do me." He shivered at the thought, his cock almost aching from anticipating. "Mmm. I have a sudden urge for a nice, hard fuck."

"Sounds good to me." Said Harry, as easy to please as ever.

Draco leaned in, brushing his lips against Harry's lightly and swiping his tongue along the other boy's bottom lip. The Gryffindor didn't stand for the teasing for long and captured Draco's mouth with his own, dominating it in a way that made Draco give in and slump against him. His hand wormed its way into the Slytherin's pants and he wrapped his hand around the other boy's cock, pumping skillfully. Draco made a little noise in the back of his throat and twisted his hips so he was fucking Harry's fist, loosing himself in the pleasure of it all.

It was hot and hurried, Harry's slightly sweaty hand stroking him to completion. Draco somehow managed to work his pants down to his knees, exposing his erect cock, the sweet curve of his ass, and the lean line of his thighs. His concentration broken, he abandoned all attempts at kissing and tucked his head into the curve of Harry's neck and just held on, too overwhelmed to do anything else. And then the dark haired boy was speeding up his rhythm and Draco was coming, his mouth slack and his eyes shut tightly while his orgasm washed over him.

Seeker-quick reflexes made sure Harry caught most of his come and then it was only a matter of rushed preparation while they simmered with frustrated lust. The Gryffindor's fingers were invading him, stretching him and filling him and it was so good, but at the same time not quite enough. When Harry was finished and the fingers disappeared Draco made his displeasure known by biting down on the other boy's collar. "Just - bugger. Hold on a second, Draco." Harry was fumbling at his fly and while he busied himself with that the Slytherin took the time to removed his footwear and trousers, unbuttoning his own shirt quickly and shrugging it off his shoulders. And okay, being naked outside wasn't exactly pleasant, but once he was riding that luscious cock he doubted he'd care one way or another.

"Hurry." He demanded, attempting to rub his arms to banish the goose-bumps that had blossomed on his skin.

"I am." Harry protested. "Okay, almost done." As soon as his erection had sprung free Draco bent down and sucked it into his mouth, making sure to coat it liberally with saliva. Harry made a strangled sound and moved his hand as if to grab onto the other boy's hair. Draco promptly caught his wrist, pulling off his cock with a slurping pop.

"Watch it. You don't even want to know what I would do to you if you put that in my hair." The Slytherin said darkly. Harry's fingers were still wet with semen and luckily for him Draco had remembered that just in time. The last time someone had tampered with his hair gel in fifth year the enraged Malfoy heir had stripped them down, tied them to a Quidditch goal post, and left them to freeze overnight.

"Sorry." The Gryffindor said meekly, coating his length in the left over moisture. "Okay, ready?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Finally!" He chanted, straddling Harry's lap and sinking down on his cock. Even with the impromptu lube there was a bit more friction than usual, but at this point Draco was almost frantic with impatience and he didn't have time to worry about such trivial things. Harry's hands clutched at his hips, guiding him carefully. Draco moaned softly for a long moment, his head rolling back as he savored the position. It felt like the other boy was so far inside him he'd never be able to leave again.

"Alright?" Harry asked breathlessly, frozen for the moment as he waited for his lover's go-ahead.

"Never better."

And then they were fucking, hard, fast, and furiously. Grunting and gasping together as Draco rode Harry's cock, his thigh muscles bunched from the strain and his toned stomach rippling with each movement. Harry was grabbing at his arse and helping him hoist himself up and down on his cock and, dear Merlin, Draco doubted anything had ever felt better. The Gryffindor was still dressed, while Draco was utterly naked and the breeze brushing past his bare shoulders was oddly erotic. Not to mention the way his nipples were being rubbed almost raw by the weave of Harry's shirt and the extra bit of added sensation was absolutely perfect.

Harry groped his way down Draco's body, grasping his half-hard cock and jerking him off once more. Still sensitive from his last orgasm, the Slytherin was wracked with full body shivers, but wasn't quite far enough along to come again. He was gasping against Harry's neck, whimpering and mewling, his hips moving rapidly while he fucked himself on the other boy's erection. He had no idea how the Gryffindor could manage such self-control, because from the way Harry was hissing between his teeth at every thrust he was definitely on the edge.

Draco tightened his internal muscles around Harry's cock, coming with a loud cry that was muffled against the other boy's skin. Harry quickly followed him, groaning and bucking up a few times as he emptied himself into the blonde. And then they collapsed back down together in a boneless heap, panting heavily as they attempted to gather their wits.

"Grphmunkle?" Draco asked in a garbled jumble of nonsense words.

"Bah."

"Mmm." And that was the extent of their post-coital conversation.

Finally, after several minutes that seemed like forever, Draco propped himself up on his elbows and peered down into Harry's face. Bright green eyes blinked up at him a few times and he leaned down to kiss the other boy languidly. He broke it off with a sigh and laid his cheek against the Gryffindor's clothed chest. "We've got you-know-what all over us." Harry muttered absently, wiping at a bit of dripping moisture on Draco's chin. And really, talk about long distance shots.

Draco giggled, still a bit out of it from the orgasm. His hair was rumpled from both the breeze and sheer exertion and he knew he probably resembled some sort of crazed dandelion with his head of silver fluff. Harry smiled up at him with a smitten sort of look, his eyes warm and his mouth quirking upward on one side in a way that made his lips look utterly kissable.

A sheep wandered by, pausing to give them what Draco could have sworn was an amused look. He glared at it briefly and it returned to mingle with its flock, still chewing away on the grass. "Ready to go back?" He asked, having no desire whatsoever to be ogled by livestock.

"Yeah. Just - hold on." And then he was pushing Draco down and lapping up the wetness that covered his stomach. Draco's hips lifted involuntarily, but his cock was out of order for the moment, no matter how skillfully the other boy's tongue was being dragged over his stomach.

"Harry." He half-whined, half-whimpered when the tongue finally reached his cock and started licking at it thoughtfully.

"Mmm?"

"Don't - oh! Just.. Right there… ooh." He mumbled, all sense of diction leaking right out his ears.

Once Draco's stomach was clean, Harry leaned over him for another kiss. Draco couldn't resist tangling his finger's in the other boy's spiky hair, savoring the exchange of lazy, come-slick kisses that managed to distract them for the next fifteen minutes. When he started shivering from cold, Draco finally dragged himself away from Harry's mouth.

"Um. Clothes?"

"Here."

"Thanks." He dressed quickly, tugging on his clothes and smoothing them down in an attempt to make himself look presentable. Harry tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, rubbing at a not-so-mysterious wet spot that had appeared on the front of his shirt. "One look at us and they'll know exactly what we've been doing." Draco announced, still trying to tame his unusually tousled locks.

"Ah." Harry said with a smile, giving his shirt up as a lost cause. "That's the beauty of the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. We may look like we've been fucking like rabbits, but they can't call us on it."

"And visa versa." Draco reminded him, standing up. He felt the ache of well used muscles from their little romp and was unable to hide his grin. He'd be feeling that for a while, but in his opinion having a constant reminder of such good sex wasn't exactly a bad thing.

Harry grimaced, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in a way Draco found adorable. "Okay, ew."

Draco laughed and bent to pick up his Quicksilver, mounting it carefully. "Well, c'mon. We should get back. It's almost dark. And at the very least the expressions on their faces when they see us will be priceless."

"You, Draco Malfoy, are one sick fuck."

"Why, thank you." The Slytherin said, pretending to blush. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Harry slid behind him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. They took off, quickly soaring southwards. The Gryffindor pressed his mouth close to the other boy's ears as he talked. "What do we do if Sirius asks us what we've been doing? He'll accept our excuses, but we at least need to come up with something."

Draco grinned. "Tell him the truth! I took you for a ride on your broomstick and then you took me for a ride on yours." Harry bit down on his ear in retaliation.

Their laughter echoed merrily over the valley, making the sheep look up briefly from their grazing and flushing a few birds from the trees.

Back at Black Cottage, Remus was flipping through his book while Sirius tried his hand at whittling. "It's been two hours. What do you think they've been up to?" He asked absently, trying to get the muzzle on his little wooden wolf right.

Remus looked up and smiled wryly. "I have a feeling we don't want to know the answer to that."

And what do you know, he was right.

To Be Continued…

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