A/N: Well, I said it was only going to be a one-shot…I lied.. Blame Treph, she asked for more…the only reason I even wrote this is because she asked for it (be careful what you wish for Treph!lol) So I dedicate this chapter to her!! Oh and go read her fic Physical, and the sequel, Closer. They're awesome!! LOL, at least I left myself an open ending. I don't want this to become a chaptered fic because that will mean that I will never finish it (trust me on this one). Hence this will just be a series of one-shots all relating to eachother in some way and all filed as one story. Anywho, I think this was a bit boring but what do I know. There's lots of snogging, licking, biting, and a few tears (not to mention the shagging!)…without further ado…
Secrets Revealed, the Obvious Sealed. : A sequel to It Is Never Wrong.
"Do you think he'll tell?" asked George as he stripped off his trousers, trying to appear nonchalant about the whole situation.
"Nah," answered Fred, though there was doubt in his mind as well.
Most people saw the twins as one person with two bodies. They were too much alike to be separate people. Only they knew their differences. Only they knew that they had as many differences as they had similarities. This was one of them. George worried aloud; Fred comforted and worried internally. George slipped into his brother's bed. No one questioned this, ever. They had slept in the same bed since birth. Once they started Hogwarts, they continued to do the same. They had tried to sleep in separate beds their first night there, but found the separation unbearable. That same night George abandoned his bed for good. No one questioned it then either. Who would? They were, in reality, only one person. Not to mention that they were brothers! What could they possibly do? As it turned out, they did many things.
"What if he does tell?" asked George.
"Who would he tell?"
"I don't know...Hermione…or Ron maybe."
"You think he doesn't know the seriousness of this?"
"He's only fifteen!"
"And? He's Harry Potter! He's a wizard beyond his years if I ever met one." There was silence, but Fred knew it was only momentarily. He was right. Not five minutes later, "but what if he does tell?" Fred, who was falling asleep, only mumbled, "If he does, we'll run away. How does Paris sound?" George snorted and shoved him gently. He was on his back, staring at the canopy, and wishing that Fred would hold him and tell him that it would be alright. Fred knew that but restrained himself. He had to think. They had acted purely on impulse. The sight of a poor heartbroken Harry had nudged him to agree with George, but now there was fear. Now, while they lay side by side in his bed, nothing but their shoulders touching, it was very scary that someone beside the two of them knew the truth.
"We need to have a plan, just in case. We can't let mom do to us what she did to…you know." Fred did know, only too well, what George meant. He was one of the very few who knew about Molly Weasley's younger brothers. Most people thought that Molly was the youngest of her family. Only a handful of people know about Glenn and Patrick's existence, much less about their story. Molly's sister, Gertrude, had told it to them, after swearing them to secrecy.
Glenn and Patrick had been twins. Their mother died giving birth to them. Molly had been thirteen at the time. When she was twenty-two, a week after her wedding, her father died, leaving the twins with Arthur and her. It was his last wish before he-
"Kicked the bucket?" Fred had offered when Gertrude, nicknamed Rude by them, had told them the story.
"No," she had said calmly, "before he passed away."
It was after they returned to the Burrow from their third year at Hogwarts that Molly noticed that something was amiss. She spent the summer trying to pry whatever the secret was out of them, but they went back to Hogwarts before she could find out. Molly spent years trying to figure it out, and finally, during their Seventh Year Christmas Holidays, Glenn finally explained that they were in love with each other. They had expected her to be happy for them, but instead she took them out of Hogwarts, horrified at the incestuous behavior that had been happening right under her nose. She sent Glenn to finish his schooling in Beauxbatons and Patrick in an American school. They could hardly stand being away from each other. Molly saw that herself when Glenn returned to the Burrow after graduation looking like the living dead. Patrick didn't return at all. Molly found out why two weeks later- he had killed himself. When she broke the news to Glenn, he lost his mind and died in St. Mungo's after three months.
It was only natural that Fred and George feared that fate would lead them down the same path.
"Don't worry," whispered Fred, stroking his brother's hair. "We'll think of something."
*~*
It was their first night together, in every sense of the phrase. Draco tried to snuggle closer to Harry in his sleep, but found it impossible, for their limbs were already so tangled that he couldn't tell Harry's arm from his own. Draco's face was buried in Harry's chest, completely relaxed. Harry could tell from his steady, rhythmic breathing that he was deeply asleep, but Harry couldn't sleep. There were too many emotions coursing through his body. His brain told him that he was exhausted from what he and Draco had just done, but he hadn't gotten over his adrenaline rush. He knew without a doubt that he loved Draco. Did he feel the same? He was scarred. He wasn't sure of what though. He didn't know if he was scarred that Draco didn't love him back, or that he would be hurt by Draco, or, worse, that he would somehow hurt his love. He pushed those thoughts out of his head. Instead he thought of what Fred and George had confessed to him. They were in love? But they were brothers, and that was incest! That was disgusting and morally wrong.
"Love is never wrong," he remembered one of them say. They were right, but it wasn't the love that he thought was wrong; it was the actual relationship. Then again, he thought, how happy would they be if they hadn't confessed their love for each other? Probably as happy as I'd be if I hadn't followed their advice and gone after Draco, he answered himself. It's still a bit disgusting, but I suppose that some people might see my relationship with Draco disgusting as well.
"Harry?" murmured Draco in his sleep.
"Hmm?"
"Are you awake?"
"Yeah."
"Go to sleep."
"I will if you will," said Harry and felt Draco's smile against his chest.
"I was asleep."
"Why'd you wake up?"
"I could feel you awake." After a moment Harry said, "It's strange, you know." With this Draco tensed and woke up fully. He looked into Harry's eyes.
"What's strange?" Harry, who had spoken more to himself than to Draco, looked down to meet his gaze.
"Huh?"
"What's strange?" He repeated.
"Oh, just sleeping in someone else's bed, especially one so green. I'm used to the nice Gryffindor Crimson." He chuckled lightly. "What did you think I was talking about?"
"Oh, nothing," said Draco quickly. Harry was sure he would have seen him blush if it wasn't so dark. As it was, it was pitch black and he could only feel Draco's soft silky skin growing a bit warm. Draco kissed his shoulder, then bit it, then licked it.
"Don't start."
"Why not?" he whined.
"Because we have to rest," answered Harry matter-of-factly. "We have class tomorrow and I have Binns. I have enough trouble paying attention in that class without adding exhaustion to my list of distractions." Draco gave him an I-Hate-You-Potter glare, mumbled "fine, I guess class is more important than me," and gave his back to Harry after extricating himself from the tangle of arms, legs and other body parts.
"That doesn't mean you have to move all the way to the other side of the bed where I can't even touch you," Harry cooed before kissing his neck.
"Stop it, Potter."
"No," he said and kissed him again. In a flash Draco had turned and sat on Harry, his wand pointing at his jaw. "Listen, Potter, if I say stop it, you stop it, and if I say kiss me like there's no tomorrow, you kiss me like there's no tomorrow. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Fuck you-"
"Anytime."
"Would a woman kiss like this?" Draco lowered his mouth onto Harry's and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss, and when Draco pulled away, he said, "No…please more."
Neither of them got any sleep that night.
*~*
"Where were you last night?" asked Ron as Harry flopped down on the seat beside him. By the time he had arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, Ron was already on his third piece of toast. That was saying something, Ron usually being the last person to sit at the Gryffindor table every morning.
"Nowhere, I was just-" he started but was interrupted by Hermione.
"You weren't in bed last night?"
"He wasn't in Gryffindor Tower last night." Harry shot his Ron a glance that said, "Thanks a lot, big-mouth." Ron only shrugged.
"WHAT? Harry, you know you shouldn't be wandering the corridors alone in the middle of the night. What if you had gotten caught?"
"How do you know I didn't have the invisibility cloak?" said Harry smugly. Hermione only rolled her eyes at him. "I have it, remember?" Ron looked at her quizzically.
"What were you doing with the invisibility cloak?"
"Never mind that," she said quickly while ducking under the table in the pretense of getting her books, but actually to hide the blush that was creeping into her cheeks. "I have to go, or I'll be late for Arithmancy." She fled. Ron raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Because Hermione had escaped his inquiries, Ron pestered Harry all through breakfast and all the way to the Divinations Classroom.
"Harry, if you just told me where you went, I wouldn't have to pry it out of you." Seeing that Harry wasn't letting up, he tried a different tactic.
"I'm supposed to be your best mate. If you can't tell your best friend, who can you talk to about it?"
"The person I was with," Harry muttered, but unfortunately for him, Ron heard.
"AHA! So you were with someone else! Aw, go on Harry, just give me a hint. Just tell me which house they're in," he pleaded. Before Harry could say anything, Professor Trelawney had begun class.
*~*
"Where are you off to?" George inquired. Harry glanced quickly around the common room to make sure it was empty.
"To see-"
"Malfoy?"
"Draco?"
"Kissy-Poo?"
"Schnookums?"
"Er," tried Harry.
"You're so articulate!" they exclaimed. Harry laughed and made to leave but George stopped him.
"You haven't told anyone, have you?" His tone and features went from lighthearted to dead serious in the blink of an eye. Harry didn't need to ask what he was talking about.
"No, of course not."
"Good. We're not sure if you're fully aware of what might happen if you do.
"Don't worry. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, and I intend to keep that promise. I won't tell anyone, not Ron, not Hermione, not Sirius, no one. Now, can I please go? Draco's waiting."
"I think maybe you should-"
"George, stop." Harry looked at Fred in surprise. They never went against each other…NEVER. "Let the kid go. He's desperate." There was an anxious look on George's face.
"It's just that I'm…"
"I know," said Fred understanding. "I know."
"Go ahead, Harry." Harry knew that they wanted to be left alone from the cloudy look that George was getting in his eyes. It was the same look Draco got then they…you know. He wondered briefly if there was more to this than they were telling him, but all thoughts of the Weasley twins vanished when he saw Draco alone, on a couch in the Slytherin common room. Under the invisibility cloak (of course!) he stroked his cheek and went to his room to wait for him. He didn't have to wait long.
*~*
George didn't throw himself onto his brother as much as fall into him. He tugged at his collar and kissed his neck. He buried his face in that neck and mumbled incoherent things wanting and needing.
"Let's go to bed," said Fred calmly, not wanting to risk anyone catching them. Once on the bed with the curtains drawn closed, sealed, and silenced, George proceeded to relieve Fred and himself of their clothing. He straddled his brother. He loved him so much it hurt.
"Me too," said Fred and kissed him. He laid a trail of kisses down his neck and then licked it.
"I can't lose you. I can't."
"You won't. I'll always be here."
"But what if she finds out?" Fred couldn't see his face, his own buried in his brother's neck, teasing him with his mouth, but he knew that silent tears were streaming down George's face. Fred rubbed his back.
"I-I'm not crying."
"I know you're not," said Fred to console him. George smile. "You always know everything, don't you?"
"Of course! I am Fred Weasley, successor to Sybill Trelawney!" George felt the grin on his shoulder. "I See all, know all, and I foresee that you will ravish me, and that tomorrow we will miss class because we're going to spend the day shagging like bu-"
"Shut up now." He bit his nipple and Fred moaned.
"That's going to be difficult considering what you're going to be doing to me in-OH…fuck. That's good."
*~*
"Harry Potter!" he said finally.
"What?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"You're not paying attention! That's why you're crap at Potions. That's why it took you months to realize that I love you. That's why you always get caught when you do something wrong. That's why you're a bloody idiot! YOU NEVER PAY ATTENTION!" They were sitting on Draco's bed, they had just finished…you know and Draco was talking incessantly about some boring bit of gossip.
"I'm sorry, were you saying something?" said Harry innocently. There was a loud SMACK as Draco's palm hit the side of Harry's head.
"Ow, you fucking prat!"
"That'll teach you to be sarcastic with me," he said, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face.
"You're sarcastic all the time!" Harry pointed out.
"Well, I'm me and you're you. There's a difference."
"Just for the record, I was paying attention to you, not to what you were saying, but to you and your hot arse."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Draco lay back down on his bed. Harry was sitting at the end of it with Draco's feet on his lap. He ran a hand up his boyfriend's leg and felt him give an involuntary shiver. He loved that he could make him do that. He had just started to kiss the inside of Draco's thigh and work his way up when something hit him.
"DRACO," he yelped. He jumped on him and kissed him ferociously.
"Draco," he whispered this time while licking him, groping him, trying to do everything to him all at once.
"Harry, oh shit…damn, where'd you learn that? Fuck." Draco moaned and called his name over and over. He shivered and shook and arched against Harry's touch. He nearly fainted from all the marvelous things that Harry was doing to him. "Harry, don't ever stop."
*~*
Several hours later, when they lay tangled together breathing heavily, Draco asked, "so…what…er…brought on…erm…that?" Harry, who was sucking on his boyfriend's earlobe, paused for a moment to say, "What you said," and continues working on the earlobe.
"What I said when? What did I say so I can say it more often?" Harry ran his tongue along Draco's collarbone.
"When you said that you loved me," he said. Draco felt the words against his soft, pale skin and felt the tongue go lower to one of his nipples.
"Harry, it's not that I'm not enjoying this, because I definitely am," and as if to prove his point, he gasped suddenly when Harry's tongue moved to work on one of his more sensitive areas. "But," he continued, breathless, "I think that we're- Harry!" He had bitten him.
"Hmm?"
"That hurt!"
"That should teach you to shut up." After a while of silence he said slowly, "Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I know. I thought you knew I love you too."
"I do now."
"See, I told you that you don't pay attention."
The next day both couples missed class because they spent the day with their partners shaggi-
"Fred! Fred! Oh…fuck yeah…harder!"
Doing just that…
Secrets Revealed, the Obvious Sealed. : A sequel to It Is Never Wrong.
"Do you think he'll tell?" asked George as he stripped off his trousers, trying to appear nonchalant about the whole situation.
"Nah," answered Fred, though there was doubt in his mind as well.
Most people saw the twins as one person with two bodies. They were too much alike to be separate people. Only they knew their differences. Only they knew that they had as many differences as they had similarities. This was one of them. George worried aloud; Fred comforted and worried internally. George slipped into his brother's bed. No one questioned this, ever. They had slept in the same bed since birth. Once they started Hogwarts, they continued to do the same. They had tried to sleep in separate beds their first night there, but found the separation unbearable. That same night George abandoned his bed for good. No one questioned it then either. Who would? They were, in reality, only one person. Not to mention that they were brothers! What could they possibly do? As it turned out, they did many things.
"What if he does tell?" asked George.
"Who would he tell?"
"I don't know...Hermione…or Ron maybe."
"You think he doesn't know the seriousness of this?"
"He's only fifteen!"
"And? He's Harry Potter! He's a wizard beyond his years if I ever met one." There was silence, but Fred knew it was only momentarily. He was right. Not five minutes later, "but what if he does tell?" Fred, who was falling asleep, only mumbled, "If he does, we'll run away. How does Paris sound?" George snorted and shoved him gently. He was on his back, staring at the canopy, and wishing that Fred would hold him and tell him that it would be alright. Fred knew that but restrained himself. He had to think. They had acted purely on impulse. The sight of a poor heartbroken Harry had nudged him to agree with George, but now there was fear. Now, while they lay side by side in his bed, nothing but their shoulders touching, it was very scary that someone beside the two of them knew the truth.
"We need to have a plan, just in case. We can't let mom do to us what she did to…you know." Fred did know, only too well, what George meant. He was one of the very few who knew about Molly Weasley's younger brothers. Most people thought that Molly was the youngest of her family. Only a handful of people know about Glenn and Patrick's existence, much less about their story. Molly's sister, Gertrude, had told it to them, after swearing them to secrecy.
Glenn and Patrick had been twins. Their mother died giving birth to them. Molly had been thirteen at the time. When she was twenty-two, a week after her wedding, her father died, leaving the twins with Arthur and her. It was his last wish before he-
"Kicked the bucket?" Fred had offered when Gertrude, nicknamed Rude by them, had told them the story.
"No," she had said calmly, "before he passed away."
It was after they returned to the Burrow from their third year at Hogwarts that Molly noticed that something was amiss. She spent the summer trying to pry whatever the secret was out of them, but they went back to Hogwarts before she could find out. Molly spent years trying to figure it out, and finally, during their Seventh Year Christmas Holidays, Glenn finally explained that they were in love with each other. They had expected her to be happy for them, but instead she took them out of Hogwarts, horrified at the incestuous behavior that had been happening right under her nose. She sent Glenn to finish his schooling in Beauxbatons and Patrick in an American school. They could hardly stand being away from each other. Molly saw that herself when Glenn returned to the Burrow after graduation looking like the living dead. Patrick didn't return at all. Molly found out why two weeks later- he had killed himself. When she broke the news to Glenn, he lost his mind and died in St. Mungo's after three months.
It was only natural that Fred and George feared that fate would lead them down the same path.
"Don't worry," whispered Fred, stroking his brother's hair. "We'll think of something."
*~*
It was their first night together, in every sense of the phrase. Draco tried to snuggle closer to Harry in his sleep, but found it impossible, for their limbs were already so tangled that he couldn't tell Harry's arm from his own. Draco's face was buried in Harry's chest, completely relaxed. Harry could tell from his steady, rhythmic breathing that he was deeply asleep, but Harry couldn't sleep. There were too many emotions coursing through his body. His brain told him that he was exhausted from what he and Draco had just done, but he hadn't gotten over his adrenaline rush. He knew without a doubt that he loved Draco. Did he feel the same? He was scarred. He wasn't sure of what though. He didn't know if he was scarred that Draco didn't love him back, or that he would be hurt by Draco, or, worse, that he would somehow hurt his love. He pushed those thoughts out of his head. Instead he thought of what Fred and George had confessed to him. They were in love? But they were brothers, and that was incest! That was disgusting and morally wrong.
"Love is never wrong," he remembered one of them say. They were right, but it wasn't the love that he thought was wrong; it was the actual relationship. Then again, he thought, how happy would they be if they hadn't confessed their love for each other? Probably as happy as I'd be if I hadn't followed their advice and gone after Draco, he answered himself. It's still a bit disgusting, but I suppose that some people might see my relationship with Draco disgusting as well.
"Harry?" murmured Draco in his sleep.
"Hmm?"
"Are you awake?"
"Yeah."
"Go to sleep."
"I will if you will," said Harry and felt Draco's smile against his chest.
"I was asleep."
"Why'd you wake up?"
"I could feel you awake." After a moment Harry said, "It's strange, you know." With this Draco tensed and woke up fully. He looked into Harry's eyes.
"What's strange?" Harry, who had spoken more to himself than to Draco, looked down to meet his gaze.
"Huh?"
"What's strange?" He repeated.
"Oh, just sleeping in someone else's bed, especially one so green. I'm used to the nice Gryffindor Crimson." He chuckled lightly. "What did you think I was talking about?"
"Oh, nothing," said Draco quickly. Harry was sure he would have seen him blush if it wasn't so dark. As it was, it was pitch black and he could only feel Draco's soft silky skin growing a bit warm. Draco kissed his shoulder, then bit it, then licked it.
"Don't start."
"Why not?" he whined.
"Because we have to rest," answered Harry matter-of-factly. "We have class tomorrow and I have Binns. I have enough trouble paying attention in that class without adding exhaustion to my list of distractions." Draco gave him an I-Hate-You-Potter glare, mumbled "fine, I guess class is more important than me," and gave his back to Harry after extricating himself from the tangle of arms, legs and other body parts.
"That doesn't mean you have to move all the way to the other side of the bed where I can't even touch you," Harry cooed before kissing his neck.
"Stop it, Potter."
"No," he said and kissed him again. In a flash Draco had turned and sat on Harry, his wand pointing at his jaw. "Listen, Potter, if I say stop it, you stop it, and if I say kiss me like there's no tomorrow, you kiss me like there's no tomorrow. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Fuck you-"
"Anytime."
"Would a woman kiss like this?" Draco lowered his mouth onto Harry's and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss, and when Draco pulled away, he said, "No…please more."
Neither of them got any sleep that night.
*~*
"Where were you last night?" asked Ron as Harry flopped down on the seat beside him. By the time he had arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, Ron was already on his third piece of toast. That was saying something, Ron usually being the last person to sit at the Gryffindor table every morning.
"Nowhere, I was just-" he started but was interrupted by Hermione.
"You weren't in bed last night?"
"He wasn't in Gryffindor Tower last night." Harry shot his Ron a glance that said, "Thanks a lot, big-mouth." Ron only shrugged.
"WHAT? Harry, you know you shouldn't be wandering the corridors alone in the middle of the night. What if you had gotten caught?"
"How do you know I didn't have the invisibility cloak?" said Harry smugly. Hermione only rolled her eyes at him. "I have it, remember?" Ron looked at her quizzically.
"What were you doing with the invisibility cloak?"
"Never mind that," she said quickly while ducking under the table in the pretense of getting her books, but actually to hide the blush that was creeping into her cheeks. "I have to go, or I'll be late for Arithmancy." She fled. Ron raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Because Hermione had escaped his inquiries, Ron pestered Harry all through breakfast and all the way to the Divinations Classroom.
"Harry, if you just told me where you went, I wouldn't have to pry it out of you." Seeing that Harry wasn't letting up, he tried a different tactic.
"I'm supposed to be your best mate. If you can't tell your best friend, who can you talk to about it?"
"The person I was with," Harry muttered, but unfortunately for him, Ron heard.
"AHA! So you were with someone else! Aw, go on Harry, just give me a hint. Just tell me which house they're in," he pleaded. Before Harry could say anything, Professor Trelawney had begun class.
*~*
"Where are you off to?" George inquired. Harry glanced quickly around the common room to make sure it was empty.
"To see-"
"Malfoy?"
"Draco?"
"Kissy-Poo?"
"Schnookums?"
"Er," tried Harry.
"You're so articulate!" they exclaimed. Harry laughed and made to leave but George stopped him.
"You haven't told anyone, have you?" His tone and features went from lighthearted to dead serious in the blink of an eye. Harry didn't need to ask what he was talking about.
"No, of course not."
"Good. We're not sure if you're fully aware of what might happen if you do.
"Don't worry. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, and I intend to keep that promise. I won't tell anyone, not Ron, not Hermione, not Sirius, no one. Now, can I please go? Draco's waiting."
"I think maybe you should-"
"George, stop." Harry looked at Fred in surprise. They never went against each other…NEVER. "Let the kid go. He's desperate." There was an anxious look on George's face.
"It's just that I'm…"
"I know," said Fred understanding. "I know."
"Go ahead, Harry." Harry knew that they wanted to be left alone from the cloudy look that George was getting in his eyes. It was the same look Draco got then they…you know. He wondered briefly if there was more to this than they were telling him, but all thoughts of the Weasley twins vanished when he saw Draco alone, on a couch in the Slytherin common room. Under the invisibility cloak (of course!) he stroked his cheek and went to his room to wait for him. He didn't have to wait long.
*~*
George didn't throw himself onto his brother as much as fall into him. He tugged at his collar and kissed his neck. He buried his face in that neck and mumbled incoherent things wanting and needing.
"Let's go to bed," said Fred calmly, not wanting to risk anyone catching them. Once on the bed with the curtains drawn closed, sealed, and silenced, George proceeded to relieve Fred and himself of their clothing. He straddled his brother. He loved him so much it hurt.
"Me too," said Fred and kissed him. He laid a trail of kisses down his neck and then licked it.
"I can't lose you. I can't."
"You won't. I'll always be here."
"But what if she finds out?" Fred couldn't see his face, his own buried in his brother's neck, teasing him with his mouth, but he knew that silent tears were streaming down George's face. Fred rubbed his back.
"I-I'm not crying."
"I know you're not," said Fred to console him. George smile. "You always know everything, don't you?"
"Of course! I am Fred Weasley, successor to Sybill Trelawney!" George felt the grin on his shoulder. "I See all, know all, and I foresee that you will ravish me, and that tomorrow we will miss class because we're going to spend the day shagging like bu-"
"Shut up now." He bit his nipple and Fred moaned.
"That's going to be difficult considering what you're going to be doing to me in-OH…fuck. That's good."
*~*
"Harry Potter!" he said finally.
"What?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"You're not paying attention! That's why you're crap at Potions. That's why it took you months to realize that I love you. That's why you always get caught when you do something wrong. That's why you're a bloody idiot! YOU NEVER PAY ATTENTION!" They were sitting on Draco's bed, they had just finished…you know and Draco was talking incessantly about some boring bit of gossip.
"I'm sorry, were you saying something?" said Harry innocently. There was a loud SMACK as Draco's palm hit the side of Harry's head.
"Ow, you fucking prat!"
"That'll teach you to be sarcastic with me," he said, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face.
"You're sarcastic all the time!" Harry pointed out.
"Well, I'm me and you're you. There's a difference."
"Just for the record, I was paying attention to you, not to what you were saying, but to you and your hot arse."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Draco lay back down on his bed. Harry was sitting at the end of it with Draco's feet on his lap. He ran a hand up his boyfriend's leg and felt him give an involuntary shiver. He loved that he could make him do that. He had just started to kiss the inside of Draco's thigh and work his way up when something hit him.
"DRACO," he yelped. He jumped on him and kissed him ferociously.
"Draco," he whispered this time while licking him, groping him, trying to do everything to him all at once.
"Harry, oh shit…damn, where'd you learn that? Fuck." Draco moaned and called his name over and over. He shivered and shook and arched against Harry's touch. He nearly fainted from all the marvelous things that Harry was doing to him. "Harry, don't ever stop."
*~*
Several hours later, when they lay tangled together breathing heavily, Draco asked, "so…what…er…brought on…erm…that?" Harry, who was sucking on his boyfriend's earlobe, paused for a moment to say, "What you said," and continues working on the earlobe.
"What I said when? What did I say so I can say it more often?" Harry ran his tongue along Draco's collarbone.
"When you said that you loved me," he said. Draco felt the words against his soft, pale skin and felt the tongue go lower to one of his nipples.
"Harry, it's not that I'm not enjoying this, because I definitely am," and as if to prove his point, he gasped suddenly when Harry's tongue moved to work on one of his more sensitive areas. "But," he continued, breathless, "I think that we're- Harry!" He had bitten him.
"Hmm?"
"That hurt!"
"That should teach you to shut up." After a while of silence he said slowly, "Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I know. I thought you knew I love you too."
"I do now."
"See, I told you that you don't pay attention."
The next day both couples missed class because they spent the day with their partners shaggi-
"Fred! Fred! Oh…fuck yeah…harder!"
Doing just that…