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After what seemed like a too short, blissful day yesterday, today was the actual anniversary of our two fiancés. Neither had anything special planned, what with their engagements yesterday. They did, however, arrange a meeting between them and Dumbledore. Since Dumbledore was gay himself, who else better to talk to? They figured that with any luck at all, Dumbledore could at least guide them to where to start their lives together, and where to get married since same-sex marriages weren't legal in Britain yet.
In fact, the really great thing about their little meeting, was that it got them out of half the class of Potions. So, in the middle of Potions, Harry and Draco casually walked over to Snape, who was currently watching Neville's potion, and gave him a slip. They didn't stay to wait for his reacation, or for their homework, they just left and walked down the corridors. Arriving at the stone Gargoyle statue, Harry muttered the secret word (Candy Apples), and they were spiraled up to his office.
Once inside, they sat down, not seeing Dumbledore around for a minute. Sitting closely together, Harry took his lover's hand and rested his head softly on his shoulder. Then, suddenly, Dumbledore came walking down the steps that were above his office. "Ah, so I see you two have made yourselves quite comfortable. Care for a lemon drop?" he always asked them if they wanted a lemon drop, even though Draco didn't really like them. Harry always took on though, half out of genorosity and half because they were actually pretty tasty.
"So, what would you boys like to know?" he continued.
The young gentlemen exchanged looks, not wanting to ask what they really knew.
"Marc Kudles," he said. "You boys don't know him, but that's who my partner is. When people find out, that's the first question they're burning to ask. He's only about a hundred years younger than me, met him at the Three Broomsticks," he paused to take a lemon drop into his mouth. "What else would you like to know?"
Draco sat promptly in his chair, "Sir, we want to know if... well, if it's too soon to, you know... or mostly, where? Since I'm fully aware that Britain doesn't recognize it as legal..."
"Ah, yes. Me and Marc went to a foreign country to do that sort of business. Listen, though, boys, remember that you are young, make sure that this is what you want, and also who you want. Though, I support you two every inch of the way. I have been there before, even for how old I am, I still remember the days..." Dumbledore started to daze off.
"Er... thanks sir, we'll be sure to inform you when the time has come," Harry said.
"Oh, ok. Well, nice talking to you boys," he said with a wink.
Harry and Draco giggled as they left. It was funny to see an old man like Dumbledore get all giddy about the past with his partner.
"So, Darling, what do you reckon?" Harry asked.
For a moment, the blonde Slytherin looked confused, but then it kicked in, "Oh, gee, I don't know... don't you think it's a bit risky? I mean, Dumbledore had a good point, we aren't legally of age yet..."
"Yes, but won't you be as of June?" the Gryffindor grinned.
"Alright then, where do you reckon we go?"
Harry shrugged, "We'll figure something out. We still have a good three months before then. And I know that with our brilliant minds, we'll think of something tremendous."
Draco shoved his Gryffindor's shoulder playfully, smiling, "You're so cute when you devise devious plans!" with that, the two walked carelessly down to lunch, practically skipping. You could just see the happiness they gave each other when they were around them. Just being in the presence of another, would have made the worst day all the much better.
Late that night, after Draco returned from his last class, he sat in his common room. He was leisurely working on some paperwork for yet another essay Snape had given them, when he heard a soft knocking outside the room. You really couldn't hear much from inside the stone-walled room, but usually if someone pounded hard enough, they could be heard. So Draco walked out of the room to find, who else but Potter himself?
"Hello, Darlin', up for a little nighttime stroll?" he said mischievously.
But before Draco could reply, he was taken by the arm and off already. "Harry, where are you taking me?" he asked as his question was answered. Harry told the fat lady the password, and walked inside. He told Draco to make sure his eyes were shut, and any peeking done would result in some serious consequences that night (not that it would be bad, if it had to happen).
Harry put his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders, "Ok," he said, initialing Draco to open his eyes.
"What... Harry... Sweetie..." he stumbled on his own words. They were near the crackling fire, with a blanket laid out and roses here and there.
"Did you forget? Happy anniversary, Honey!" Harry said gleefully and sat down, motioning for Draco to join him.
Draco relaxed in Harry's lap, his hands clasped together behind his lover's neck and sat in the warmth of the fire. "Harry... I-I'm sorry I didn't really do anything special, but... here..." he said, taking out a card that had been in his pocket all day. He wasn't sure wether he should give him the card or not, he didn't know if there was still a need for celebration after the engagement.
Harry read the card, and reread it again. On the front was a picture of two young kids, dueling it out in front of a whole student body. The inside read all of Draco's feelings towards his new fiancé.
"Aw, gee, thanks! It's ok, really," Harry thanked as he rolled over on top of Draco, and kissed him with just a soft, teasing kiss. Draco hated being teased, which is why Harry continued to do it. His tongue irrupted into Harry's mouth, leading to more feverishly kissing. Before they knew it, somehow the both of them ended up without shirts on.
"What if someone sees us?" Draco asked worried.
"It's nearly one, come on, take the risk, enjoy it," Harry replied, drawing his finger down Draco's pale, bare but smooth chest. Draco was hungry for more.
As he undid Harry, Harry unfastened Draco's own pants. Both pairs kicked to the side, Harry engaged in kissing again, just to set the mood.
Erections from both of their bodies arising, Draco took matters into his own hands. Stroking Harry lightly, and flicking his tongue every now and then for just enough tease. Harry's hands, tightly secured to Draco, kept tensing more as he continued. When he could hear his lover moaning louder, he enclosed his mouth around Harry's area, going deeper and harder each time. Then, timed perfectly, Harry slumped onto the floor, Draco recieving quite a mouthful of warmth.
"God, you're good," Harry said breathlessly.
Draco lay down next to Harry, feeling Harry's heart pounding. "It's a gift, what can I say?" he said, stretching out slightly.
"Oh no you dont," Harry said, straddling Draco. He basically re-enacted Draco's award winning performance, with little changes here and there, like the fact Harry impaled himself into his sweet Slytherin. Their bodies so close, the heat from the fire, the crackling of the fire... they were bound to not here a thing except each other's moans and sighs. Even more so when innocent little Draco came straight on Harry.
However, just as Draco was being tasted by his sweetheart, they noticed something moving in the room. The thing moved cautiously, as if they were terrified; although they probably were if they saw what had just happened.
Looking around, Harry couldn't see much because his glasses had been removed by Draco. He could see so much as a blonde head though. A short body, blonde hair... the body crept into the light, and Harry recognized who it was. Dennis Creevey.
"Crud..." he whispered to Draco who looked astonished. 'Should have listened to me...' he thought. He figured it was worth it though.
"Hey Dennis..." Harry said, trying to pull on his clothing rappidly, shoving Draco his.
"Uh... uh... hi..." he said, still moving in small increments.
"I'm sorry... that you had to... er... see that..."
He gave a kind of detesting look, "Right... I only came down to get a glass of water... didn't expect... this..." he said, making a dash back upstairs to his room.
"Great... scared the poor kid away!" Harry said.
Draco laughed, "You have to admit, it's pretty amusing when you think about it. Kid coming down here at half past one for water? Right..."
Harry laughed too, falling gently on Draco, into a restful sleep. He would have moved to his bed upstairs, but it was just too bloody warm down here to have to leave. Him and Draco, therefore, spent the night lying in front of the crackling, dwindling fire.
After what seemed like a too short, blissful day yesterday, today was the actual anniversary of our two fiancés. Neither had anything special planned, what with their engagements yesterday. They did, however, arrange a meeting between them and Dumbledore. Since Dumbledore was gay himself, who else better to talk to? They figured that with any luck at all, Dumbledore could at least guide them to where to start their lives together, and where to get married since same-sex marriages weren't legal in Britain yet.
In fact, the really great thing about their little meeting, was that it got them out of half the class of Potions. So, in the middle of Potions, Harry and Draco casually walked over to Snape, who was currently watching Neville's potion, and gave him a slip. They didn't stay to wait for his reacation, or for their homework, they just left and walked down the corridors. Arriving at the stone Gargoyle statue, Harry muttered the secret word (Candy Apples), and they were spiraled up to his office.
Once inside, they sat down, not seeing Dumbledore around for a minute. Sitting closely together, Harry took his lover's hand and rested his head softly on his shoulder. Then, suddenly, Dumbledore came walking down the steps that were above his office. "Ah, so I see you two have made yourselves quite comfortable. Care for a lemon drop?" he always asked them if they wanted a lemon drop, even though Draco didn't really like them. Harry always took on though, half out of genorosity and half because they were actually pretty tasty.
"So, what would you boys like to know?" he continued.
The young gentlemen exchanged looks, not wanting to ask what they really knew.
"Marc Kudles," he said. "You boys don't know him, but that's who my partner is. When people find out, that's the first question they're burning to ask. He's only about a hundred years younger than me, met him at the Three Broomsticks," he paused to take a lemon drop into his mouth. "What else would you like to know?"
Draco sat promptly in his chair, "Sir, we want to know if... well, if it's too soon to, you know... or mostly, where? Since I'm fully aware that Britain doesn't recognize it as legal..."
"Ah, yes. Me and Marc went to a foreign country to do that sort of business. Listen, though, boys, remember that you are young, make sure that this is what you want, and also who you want. Though, I support you two every inch of the way. I have been there before, even for how old I am, I still remember the days..." Dumbledore started to daze off.
"Er... thanks sir, we'll be sure to inform you when the time has come," Harry said.
"Oh, ok. Well, nice talking to you boys," he said with a wink.
Harry and Draco giggled as they left. It was funny to see an old man like Dumbledore get all giddy about the past with his partner.
"So, Darling, what do you reckon?" Harry asked.
For a moment, the blonde Slytherin looked confused, but then it kicked in, "Oh, gee, I don't know... don't you think it's a bit risky? I mean, Dumbledore had a good point, we aren't legally of age yet..."
"Yes, but won't you be as of June?" the Gryffindor grinned.
"Alright then, where do you reckon we go?"
Harry shrugged, "We'll figure something out. We still have a good three months before then. And I know that with our brilliant minds, we'll think of something tremendous."
Draco shoved his Gryffindor's shoulder playfully, smiling, "You're so cute when you devise devious plans!" with that, the two walked carelessly down to lunch, practically skipping. You could just see the happiness they gave each other when they were around them. Just being in the presence of another, would have made the worst day all the much better.
Late that night, after Draco returned from his last class, he sat in his common room. He was leisurely working on some paperwork for yet another essay Snape had given them, when he heard a soft knocking outside the room. You really couldn't hear much from inside the stone-walled room, but usually if someone pounded hard enough, they could be heard. So Draco walked out of the room to find, who else but Potter himself?
"Hello, Darlin', up for a little nighttime stroll?" he said mischievously.
But before Draco could reply, he was taken by the arm and off already. "Harry, where are you taking me?" he asked as his question was answered. Harry told the fat lady the password, and walked inside. He told Draco to make sure his eyes were shut, and any peeking done would result in some serious consequences that night (not that it would be bad, if it had to happen).
Harry put his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders, "Ok," he said, initialing Draco to open his eyes.
"What... Harry... Sweetie..." he stumbled on his own words. They were near the crackling fire, with a blanket laid out and roses here and there.
"Did you forget? Happy anniversary, Honey!" Harry said gleefully and sat down, motioning for Draco to join him.
Draco relaxed in Harry's lap, his hands clasped together behind his lover's neck and sat in the warmth of the fire. "Harry... I-I'm sorry I didn't really do anything special, but... here..." he said, taking out a card that had been in his pocket all day. He wasn't sure wether he should give him the card or not, he didn't know if there was still a need for celebration after the engagement.
Harry read the card, and reread it again. On the front was a picture of two young kids, dueling it out in front of a whole student body. The inside read all of Draco's feelings towards his new fiancé.
"Aw, gee, thanks! It's ok, really," Harry thanked as he rolled over on top of Draco, and kissed him with just a soft, teasing kiss. Draco hated being teased, which is why Harry continued to do it. His tongue irrupted into Harry's mouth, leading to more feverishly kissing. Before they knew it, somehow the both of them ended up without shirts on.
"What if someone sees us?" Draco asked worried.
"It's nearly one, come on, take the risk, enjoy it," Harry replied, drawing his finger down Draco's pale, bare but smooth chest. Draco was hungry for more.
As he undid Harry, Harry unfastened Draco's own pants. Both pairs kicked to the side, Harry engaged in kissing again, just to set the mood.
Erections from both of their bodies arising, Draco took matters into his own hands. Stroking Harry lightly, and flicking his tongue every now and then for just enough tease. Harry's hands, tightly secured to Draco, kept tensing more as he continued. When he could hear his lover moaning louder, he enclosed his mouth around Harry's area, going deeper and harder each time. Then, timed perfectly, Harry slumped onto the floor, Draco recieving quite a mouthful of warmth.
"God, you're good," Harry said breathlessly.
Draco lay down next to Harry, feeling Harry's heart pounding. "It's a gift, what can I say?" he said, stretching out slightly.
"Oh no you dont," Harry said, straddling Draco. He basically re-enacted Draco's award winning performance, with little changes here and there, like the fact Harry impaled himself into his sweet Slytherin. Their bodies so close, the heat from the fire, the crackling of the fire... they were bound to not here a thing except each other's moans and sighs. Even more so when innocent little Draco came straight on Harry.
However, just as Draco was being tasted by his sweetheart, they noticed something moving in the room. The thing moved cautiously, as if they were terrified; although they probably were if they saw what had just happened.
Looking around, Harry couldn't see much because his glasses had been removed by Draco. He could see so much as a blonde head though. A short body, blonde hair... the body crept into the light, and Harry recognized who it was. Dennis Creevey.
"Crud..." he whispered to Draco who looked astonished. 'Should have listened to me...' he thought. He figured it was worth it though.
"Hey Dennis..." Harry said, trying to pull on his clothing rappidly, shoving Draco his.
"Uh... uh... hi..." he said, still moving in small increments.
"I'm sorry... that you had to... er... see that..."
He gave a kind of detesting look, "Right... I only came down to get a glass of water... didn't expect... this..." he said, making a dash back upstairs to his room.
"Great... scared the poor kid away!" Harry said.
Draco laughed, "You have to admit, it's pretty amusing when you think about it. Kid coming down here at half past one for water? Right..."
Harry laughed too, falling gently on Draco, into a restful sleep. He would have moved to his bed upstairs, but it was just too bloody warm down here to have to leave. Him and Draco, therefore, spent the night lying in front of the crackling, dwindling fire.