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. And this is a Draco/Harry story, which should be fairly obvious by now. ^_^ There's some more Author Notes at the end of the chapter too.

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.

Draco wasn't a light sleeper, but he wasn't a heavy one either. Not like Goyle at any rate, who could sleep through a banshee's shrieking. However, a week or so sleeping next to Harry at Privet Drive had conditioned him to wake up at any signs of an approaching nightmare. Harry had only had a vision from Voldemort the once, but he'd also had a few nightmares, most of them involving Cedric Diggory's death. Usually, Draco woke him up during them and cuddled with him afterwards, the three or so times it had happened. Unfortunately, once he'd been moved into the guest room Draco hadn't been able to help with them anymore, but now that they were inhabiting the same room again, Draco automatically started sleeping more lightly.

So when he heard the other boy startle awake with a horrified gasp, he jolted into consciousness immediately. He had forgone the top bunk in favor of cuddling with Harry and though it was tight fit neither boy minded being in such close quarters with the other. Curled around the Gryffindor's back, Draco tightened his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. "Harry?"

"Oh. My. God." Harry said in shell-shocked tones. "Holy shit. I cannot believe I just-" And then he shuddered with disgust.

Draco was beginning to become alarmed. "Harry, are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?"

The house was quiet except for their whispers and aside from the soft glow of moonlight illuminating a square on the floor it was dark. "You could say that. Eurgh. Ew. Yuck."

"What was it about?" Draco asked curiously. Harry turned around, his limbs catching on Draco's for a moment before they sorted themselves out. Their conversation was a soft spoken one, intimate in the darkness.

"I just. Oh god, I don't think I can even say it. I um. Had a dream and um."

Draco felt something nudge against his stomach and his eyebrows flew up in surprise. He reached down to fondle Harry's erection. "A dream, hm? I can tell what sort of dream. But you're acting like it was awful." He didn't stop rubbing at the other boy's cock and Harry didn't ask him to, merely leaning into the almost affectionate, leisurely strokes.

"It was um." The Gryffindor took a deep breath and when he spoke it was so quietly that Draco almost didn't catch it. "Siriuswasinit."

"Sirius was in it?" Draco repeated, feeling laughter bubble up in his chest. He settled for a silent snicker that shook his shoulders. "That is the funniest thing I've ever heard. What happened in it?"

"Shut up, Draco. It's gross. I mean, he's my father figure."

"Sometimes sex dreams aren't about sex at all. You should know that, you're in Divinations aren't you?"

"Well, yeah. But still, gross."

"So what happened?" Draco persisted, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wasn't jealous, far from it. The whole situation was terribly amusing, especially with Harry's reactions added into the mix.

Harry mumbled out, "Gave 'em a blow job."

The Slytherin smirked, still stroking the other boy at an even pace. Harry's hips had started pushing forward a little, Draco's fingers sliding slickly over his sensitive flesh as they talked. "Would it make you feel better if I told you I had a wet dream with Snape in it once."

"Oh god no. It makes me feel sick to my stomach though." Harry shuddered, his erection becoming a bit softer. Draco, displeased his toy wasn't cooperating, sped up his strokes.

"Well, honestly, you were fucking me over his desk and he was just critiquing your style. While the class watched I might add. I was very disgruntled when I woke up that morning. In fact, I think that was the day I was rewarded for Wormtail's capture. You kept grinning at me during Dumbledore's speech and I had the biggest boner ever at the breakfast table."

Harry laughed, obviously entertained at this stroll down memory lane. "Really?"

"Really." He affirmed. "Have you ever had any dreams about me?"

"Lots." Harry admitted softly. "Especially the after the first time we kissed and stuff. I think I wanked off so much that week my hand cramped up."

The Slytherin burst into laughter, leaning forward to press his face against Harry's shoulder so he wouldn't be too loud. "Christmas. I wanked off thinking about you, finger-fucked myself for the first time actually, and I could barely look at you over the table. It was so embarrassing."

"Nice to know you do get embarrassed. I'd hate to be the only one." Harry teased. By this time Draco was only holding the other boy's cock in a loose grip, not actually jerking him off. The Slytherin reached back to cup his balls, rolling them in his hand. "You know, I've been thinking about our trip to the Burrow." Harry finally said after a moment of silence.

"And?"

"I was thinking… that well. If you promise to be on your best behavior I'll do whatever you want in bed the night before we leave."

Draco's hand froze and Harry nudged his hips forward, a silent reproach that he'd stopped, no matter how briefly. He automatically started stroking Harry's cock again, his mind elsewhere. His fingers moved nimbly over the other boy's erection, soaked with pre-cum as he cleverly manipulating his foreskin. "So, I get to perform the sex act of my choice with you and in return I have to play nice with the other children?" He asked, just to clarify it.

"Pretty much."

"Any sex act? No matter how depraved or disgusting you think it is?" Draco asked, just to be sure.

"Well…", Harry said hesitantly. "I hesitate to say this, but yeah. Unless it involves children, animals, or dead bodies." He amended quickly. "Or dresses." He tacked on as an afterthought.

"I'm not too interested in any of those things anyway, Harry. And I'm so glad to hear you think I might be, though." Draco said sarcastically.

"No, no. I don't think you'd really want to but I was just making sure. You were making me nervous with that 'no matter how depraved' line."

Draco could see how that might happen. "Well, no worries there. I'll think of something." And then he scooted down and pulled Harry's pajama bottoms down his trim thighs, letting the head of the other boy's cock slide into his mouth to rest heavily on his tongue. He sucked on it lightly and let it slip back out of his mouth, running the head of it over his closed lips. Draco teased at it with his tongue, not even keeping it in his mouth. Then he blew on it lightly, earning a soft moan from the other boy. Taking pity on him, he got down to business. It only took a few sucks and some tongue movement to push Harry over the edge, mostly because he'd been teasing him for some time and Harry had woken up from an erotic dream. He swallowed and pulled off, eager to have Harry return the favor.

"And now it's my turn, Mr. Potter." Silence. Harry didn't even move to pull up his pajama bottoms. "Harry?" Draco tried again.

His only response was the Gryffindor's light snores.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Just so you know, the subconscious is a funny thing and no, there will be no Harry/Sirius, because 1) They're both in relationships already and 2) Sirius wouldn't abuse his position as Harry's guardian like that. Plus, there's the ew factor. Just thought I'd head that off. That's pretty much it. I'm sort of wishy-washy about this chapter, but here it is anyway. Tell me what you think.

Constructive criticism and comments are more than welcome.