PART THREE: Rated R

The sun streamed through the open window bringing with it the crisp morning air. The morning showed the promise of being one of those mornings that you could laze about and snuggle with whomever was in your bed, or you could eat toast while watching television, not caring if the crumbs got into your sheets. There was no work to be done on this day, and it was a full two days before you had to go back to the job, that at the best of times, either bored you beyond reason or you could never keep up in.

Saturday. It was Draco Malfoy's favorite day of the entire week. Not only did he get to wake up to the man that he loved more than anything in the world, but he could stare at him for as long as he wanted until he woke up, then spend a good three hours just laying there with him.

Currently, Draco was sitting crossed legged on the bed that he had been sharing with Harry since they moved into their moderate sized apartment three years ago. The apartment was all they had ever wanted. Just a two bedroom, one bath, with a kitchen and livingroom. Though, the kitchen was on the large side, seeing how Draco found that he really enjoyed cooking, and was really quite excellent at it. Harry didn't ever complain, as he was always too busy eating it without ever seeming to swallow. Though that pleased Draco to no end, knowing that Harry loved his cooking so much that he always had a huge smile on his face when he walked into the kitchen to find Draco making something. Not that Draco spent all his time in the kitchen like a housewife.

Sighing, Draco ran a hand through his soft blonde hair, which he had kept long ever since seventh year at Hogwarts, and his silver blue eyes caught the gleem of metal on his left heart finger. It was a band of silver with carved desings of celtic knots around it, a little worn around the edges, but still in wonderful condition. Harry had given it to him the second year they had been together, and Draco had never taken it off since Harry put it on his finger and kissed his palm. It was basically his wedding ring, and even though they couldn't actually get married, Draco still wore it with pride. He had gotten a ring for Harry shortly after that. A gold band, with identical cravings to his own around the surface. Draco knew that Harry had never taken his ring off either.

Draco smiled suddenly as Harry groaned and turned in his sleep, rolling onto his side, his legs tucked up in an almost fetal position. Harry always looked so adorable when he slept, and it made Draco's heart flutter whenever Harry got the private little smile on his face as he woke but didn't open his eyes, knowing that Draco was there watching him. This, it seemed, was no different. For just as Draco reached out his hand, slowly caressing the soft tanned skin on Harry's left hand, trailing down until he found the ring on Harry's finger, Harry shot out his free hand and grabbed Draco's delicate wrist.

"Morning love," Harry murmered as he brought Draco's hand to his lips and kissed it, "what time is it?"

Draco laughed and leaned down to kiss Harry lightly on the lips, "Morning to you too," he leaned over Harry's chest as he peered at the alarm clock, the only one they had being on Harry's night stand, "it is........ nine o'clock. Why?"

Harry stifled a laugh when Draco brushed over his ticklish spot, just above his hips, and replied, "I was just thinking that we only have eight hours to ourselves until the others get here."

Draco groaned as he stretched out along Harry, his slender but toned arm wrapping around Harry's bare chest, "Oh. Those people."

Harry flicked Draco's nose, "Hey! Those people, as you so like to call them, are our friends! And they're coming for dinner, so you had better be nice."

Again, Draco groaned, "I don't fell like sharing you today." he whined.

Harry laughed as he let the finger tips of his left hand trace a light pattern over the soft pale skin of Draco's naked back, "You have me at your disposal for seven hours, how much more time do you need?"

Draco tilted his head to the side and asked, "Why only seven? You said we had eight hours before our friends got here."

Harry gave Draco the 'look' and kissed Draco's nose, "Love, we need that last hour to get ready."

Draco huffed, "I do not need an hour to get ready."

"But I do, since I'm totally hopless with my hair and I have absolutly no interactions with my closet when you aren't there." Harry replied as he flashed Draco a smile.

The blond haired man rolled his eyes and said in a sneer, "That isn't true and you know it Harry, so stop acting like a git. You dress prefectly fine when I'm not around to help you. If you didn't, you'd be going to work naked."

Harry raised his free hand to his heart in mock distress, his mouth going wide, his eyes blinking while tearing slightly, as his bottom lip trembled. Then, with a straight face, Harry said, "Yeah you're right. I do dress quite snappy don't I? I guess that means I don't have to take you out shopping with me anymore, as I don't need your help."

"Don't be daft Harry," Draco said as he raised himself on his elbow and looked down at Harry, his long blond hair falling over his face as he leaned in and kissed Harry's parted lips, "you'd get completely lost if I weren't there to pick out your clothes. You may know how to dress yourself once you have the right clothes, but you'll never be able to find said clothes without some help from me."

Harry lauged, but didn't disagree, as it was true. Draco did pick out most, if not all, of Harry's clothes when they went out shopping, and Harry trusted Draco's opinion. His smiled was still on his face as he lifted his hand to his lovers pale face and tucked the blond hair behind one ear. An ear that had been peirced five times; three times in the lobe of his ear, and twice in the upper cartilage. They were all silver earings, as Draco never wore gold, and Harry loved them. They were just as part of Draco as his silver blue eyes, his slender hands, his pale ivory skin, even the small silver hoop that peirced his naval. That one had delighted Harry to no end, as he was constently playing with the hoop when the two of them were laying peacefully in eachothers arms.

"I love you Draco," Harry said sincerley, as he brushed his thumb along Draco's jaw, "more than anything. You know that right?"

Draco put his hand over Harry's as he lay back down and rested his head on his lovers shoulder, "I know Harry. I love you too," he replied as he snuggled closer to Harry's warmth, taking in a deep breath, letting Harry's smell wash over him, "do you remember the first time we said that to eachother? It was like ages ago."

"It wasn't ages ago Draco," Harry said, still tracing patterns on Draco's exposed back, "it's only been five years."

"Five years is a long time Harry."

"Draco, we're only twenty-two. You're making it sound like we're fifty when you say something was ages ago." Harry replied with a grin.

The slender man beside him frowned and asked, "Are you mocking me?"

"Mocking?"

"Yes."

"Me?"

"Yes." Draco said, with a little exasperation.

"Mocking?"

"Harry......." Draco warned.

"Mmmm........ yeah?" Harry asked inoccently.

"Shut it."

"....But what if I-"

Draco cut him off with a kiss. Harry didn't have any problems with that, and he surrendered entirely to the heated kiss. Draco's tongue glided across his bottom lips, then retreated as he went back to just touching lips, then back again when Harry moaned. This time, their tongues met outside their mouths, and after a brief 'war', said tongues ended up inside Draco's mouth. Harry moaned deeply as their tongues rolled together with a perfect unison, a moan that Draco copied, only a little higher in tone.

Soon, both young men were gently touching eachother, both extracting delightful moans and gasps of pleasure from the other. Draco ended up straddling Harry's lean hips as he leaned down to trail butterfly kisses along the black haired mans neck and collar bone, as Harry held Draco gently by his narrow waist. Rocking his hips into Harry, Draco smiled when he heard Harry gasp as their erections rubbed aganst eachother, the gasped himself when Harry raised his hips off the bed and into Draco.

Biting his bottom lip, Draco ground his hips more fully into Harry as he stretched out along him, "Make love to me." he whispered huskily as he licked Harry's jaw.

Harry replied by kissing Draco deeply and slowly turning the slight man onto his back, settling himself on top of him. Harry leaned on his elbows for support as he continued to kiss Draco, pouring all the love he had for the other man into the kisses. Draco moved so that Harry was lying between his legs, spreading them wider so that his lover would have better access. Still maintaining their heated kisses, Harry reached out and grasped a well used tube of lubricant, skillyfully opening it with one hand. He leaned back just enough to pour some of the substance into his hand, replaced the cap on the tube, then threw it hap-hazardly away. Draco's hands clawed at Harry's back as he urged the green eyed man to hurry.

Harry didn't have to be urged twice, and with a kiss to Draco's already swollen lips, Harry gently inserted one finger into Draco's body. He added a secong after a moment, then slowly spread Draco's opening with care, kissing Draco as he did. When the third finger entered Draco's body, he lurched off the mattress with pleasure as Harry brushed against his prostate.

"......H-Harry.... please....." Draco said as he pulled out of the kiss, "....now.... I need you in me now."

Harry nodded once, then removed his fingers slowly. Draco raised his hips further as he wrapped his legs around Harry's hips, ignoring the slightly empty feeling inside him when Harry's fingers disappeared, and crying out in pain/pleasure when Harry entered him. It was almost rough the way that he pushed into him, though Draco liked it that way. Harry bit his lip as he buried himself fully inside Draco's slender body, and he waited only long enough for Draco to adjust himself before he moved his hips.

Draco closed his eyes as he cletched his hands into fists before reaching up and digging his nails into Harry's back, bringing the green eyed man closer to him in need. Harry was going over the edge. Draco made him crazy everytime they had sex, and now was no different. The tightness of Draco around him, the feel of his hot skin, the sound of his soprano voice when he cried out for more. Harry loved it all.

Soon, they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and Draco was begining to get dizzy from the pleasure. Harry, it seemed, wasn't even close to be finished. Draco felt one hand leave his hips, which were probably bruised from his fingers, and trial down until it reached Draco's neglected erection. Harry ran the pad of his thumb over the slit, spreading the come that had formed, which caused Draco to arch his back off the bed once more.

"Oh...... fuck!" Draco cried out as he was overcome with sensations of having Harry inside him and being jacked off at the same time, "FUCK! Yes!"

Harry simply grinned, kissed Draco sweat covered chest as he felt his climax come closer, all the while still stroking the erection pressed into his abdomen. It was over within moments, and Harry orgasmed hard and fast inside Draco, followed closely by Draco's own climax. They lay there for a moment in silence, the only sounds being their ragged breaths, as they wrapped their arms around one another. Draco didn't want to lose the feeling of Harry in him, and sighed when Harry disengaged his lean body from Draco's and lay on his back.

Draco waited a moment, then ran a hand through his hair and turned onto his side, snuggling up to Harry. Draco smiled as Harry returned to stroking his back, a gesture that Harry did all the time when they lay together. It was the only other thing he really seemed hell bent on doing other than playing with Draco's naval ring.

"I like waking up like this," Harry murmmered.

"No complaints here," Draco said, drapping a leg over Harry's thigh as his hand searched for the forgotten blanket.

"Though, now I'm really hungry."

Draco laughed, "It that all you think about?" he asked incredulously, "food!"

Harry laughed with him, "No! I think about a lot of things!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Like what?" Draco asked, grinning into Harry's shoulder.

"Like you," Harry replied smugly, then added after Draco pinched his nipple, "and how I love living here with you. Waking up every morning with you beside me. You never judge me, and you never take me for granted. You always know how to make me happy, and you never hold it against me when I'm in a bitchy mood......"

Draco's breath caught in his throat as Harry continued.

".....I think about how we'll always be together, and how much we went through to get here," Harry said as he brought up his other hand to run his index finger over Draco's parted lips before switching to his thumb, "I think about all of our friends, and how lucky they were to have survived the war with Voldemort. I think about what it would be like to grow old, safe in knowing that a sleaze ball like Voldemort will never hurt or kill anyone again,' Harry paused, then said in a whisper, as he turned his head to face Draco's, "but most of all. I think about how much I love you."

Draco fought back a tear and replied in a faintly hoarse voice, "I take back what I said about you only thinking about food," he smiled and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Harry smiled in return, touched the tip of his index finger to the tear, then put the finger into his mouth. The tear tasted saltly and Harry watched as a look of sheer wonder crossed Draco's face. Tilting his head to the side, Harry asked, removing the finger from his mouth, "What are you lookin at?"

Draco shook his head and said, "You, and how you always manage to make the simplest things so sexy."

"Sexy hmmm?" Harry asked in a teasing voice.

"Yes. You. Sexy," Draco said with a grin, "with your eternally messy hair, your bright green eyes, your amazing body and your sense of humor. I love that you can just roll out of bed and be ready to go anywhere your feet want to take you. I love that you love me like no other, that you accept me even with all of my faults. I think that you are with out a doubt, the sexiest, most caring and loveing guy I know, and I love you for all that you are."

Harry didn't verbally reply to that comment, but what ensued spoke volumes.

THE END.

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Author's Note:

So there you have it. ALL GONE!!...........I mean done. All done....... (purses lips and sighs) Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this bit of drabble, as I said in pqart two. I really liked writing it. Please review, I want to know what you think about it. Don't be afraid to tell me if it sucked, or if it rocked. Any comments are welcome....... I'll just polietly ignore those comments that are mean.
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