Raei: Yes, so it's been a while since our last chapter, huh? Well – we've been distracted. Muchos distracted. So, either, this will be a long chapter, or we'll have a couple shorter chapters. It'll probably be the first. Thank you so much for being so completely patient with us!!

Kylia: I don't know what to write here, so I'm just going to give you a bit of insight to our odd little brains. And that is...we fashioned Cole after Raei, and Luke after me. Yes, they act the exact same way we do, only we aren't gay men. That is the only difference. So yeah, that is my bit of information.

Raei: Hi-ho kenotie, let's on with the story!

Harry felt an uncomfortable weight on his face, so in order to get rid of it; he smacked it away with a grunt. Feeling the weight lift off of his face, Harry smiled and settled back into sleep. Draco, on the other hand – had other ideas. As seconds later his hand flew back into it's previously comfortable place, and smacked Harry rather hard across the face.

"OW! FUCK!" Harry immediately sat up and brought his hand to his face, rubbing his now very tender nose. His eyes began to tear as he glared sideways down at his boyfriend. "You piece of-"

"Mmmfph..." Draco moved his hand from Harry's lap to somewhere under his head – wiping drool as he tucked his hand under his cheek.

A rustling sound came from the other side of the large bed, and Luke's sleep distorted voice asked, "What the hell guys? Some of us are trying to sleep... Thanks very much."

Still rubbing his nose, Harry answered as he watched Draco get more comfortable, "It's not my fault that Miss Malfoy here decided to hack my face off with his bony hand!"

"...I resent that," Draco mumbled, "I do not have bony hands."

Still sleeping, Cole snuggled closer to the body he had tangled his legs with and literally slept on top of.

Draco's eyes snapped open. "...Who's ... ehm... is that your hand Harry?"

"...No. I'm sitting, you moron." Harry raised his eyebrows. "My hands," he lifted his hands up and wiggled his fingers. "are right here."

"Luuke?"

Luke rolled onto his other side. "Not me..." He paused. ?"

No answer.

"Good God..." Draco groaned and tried to move, only to have Cole's arms tighten around his body and pull him closer. Draco looked up at Harry and whimpered. "Help mee!"

"No. You hurt my nose you prat."

"NOT ON PURPOSE!"

"I don't care. Get out of it yourself." Harry growled and swung his feet over the side of the bed.

"But something... oh... God it's nuzzling my LEG!" Draco whimpered again. "Harryyyy..."

"Oh for the love of Merlin!" Harry turned around and grabbed the corner of the blanket, pulling it back, intending to surprise Cole into letting Draco go, but to no avail.

Cole's grip only tightened even more, as the cold gush of air hit his half naked body. Harry rolled his eyes as Draco gave him a pleading stare, and he leaned down and poked Cole's nose gently with the tip of his finger. Cole immediately opened his mouth, snapped at Harry's finger and grunted. Cole then settled back into sleep and smiled as if pleased with himself.

"Gahh!!" Harry jumped back, keeping his hands out of Cole's reach, "you never said he was a biter!"

Luke shrugged from his side of the bed, "...You never asked."

"Help me get him off of my boyfriend," Harry said.

"Get him off yourself. It ain't my problem."

Draco now spoke up; his voice low but still somewhat panicked. "If you don't help, I'll hex his dick off."

The response Draco got after that threat was immediate. Rolling over, Luke grabbed Cole around his waist, pulled him off of Draco, and rolled back over. Cole instantly latched onto Luke's warmth and snuggled closer. Cole nuzzled his nose into Luke's neck and began to make noises that sounded as if he was purring.

The next movement was a flailing of arms and leg's as Draco jumped up and pushed Harry roughly out of the way as he launched himself off of the bed. "Your boyfriend is a bloody menace in the mornings!"

"What, and your not?!" Harry growled as he sat up again, after being pushed onto his stomach.

"NO!"

"I beg to differ..." Harry yawned and, as he finished, he smacked his lips a couple times. "I'm hungry."

A noise sounded from behind Harry, and everyone – save for Luke, who was currently smiling, turned to look at Cole. Draco watched as Cole's body moved in quick intervals.

Draco raised his eyebrow and pointed at the pink haired boy. "Is... is he giggling?"

Cole's voice was high as he continued to laugh. "...Nnooo..."

Draco's contorted in rage as he jumped from his spot and towards Cole's turned back. "IF GET AHOLD OF YOU YOUR UNDERWEAR IS GOING TO BE LODGED SO FAR UP YOUR ASS-"

"DRACO NO!" Harry reached out and grabbed Draco around the middle, hauling him back from Cole who had now turned around and was backed up against Luke with his hands held out infront of his face.

Draco's arms flailed out infront of him as he began to frantically reach for Cole. "He woke me up!"

"And that's reason enough to gut him?!" Harry replied, now having to stand up in order to keep Draco from getting out of his reach.

"It is if the bastard said he wasn't going to touch me anymore!"

Cole spoke up now, "I don't recall saying that I wouldn't grope you if we ended up in the same bed..."

"... Cole, you aren't helping..." Luke said through a yawn as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes.

"Have you got any tranquilizers?" Cole turned and addressed Luke casually.

"...No?"

"Well shit." Cole turned back and narrowed his eyes at a nearly calmed Draco. "He looks kind of like a moose in heat... doesn't he?"

Draco's nostrils flared, his eye twitched, and he struggled out of Harry's grip far too quickly in order to launch himself once more at Cole. Nothing and no one was going to keep him back. Noticing this, Cole promptly squealed, detangled his legs from the blanket, pushed Luke out of the way, and jumped off in the bed in one flying leap. Luke landed on the floor with a loud thump, and cursed rather loudly as his head struck the beside table on the way down.

At the same time Harry asked if Luke was alright - Draco let out a battle cry, Cole continued to squeal in alarm, and Luke grunted. Luke crawled back onto the bed and sat on top of the pillows infront of the headboard. Taking a deep breath, Luke attempted to fix his now very messy morning hair as he watched Draco jump over a footstool.

Harry followed Luke's movement and also huddled at the top of the bed, bringing his knees up to his chest just in time as Cole tripped and fell onto the mattress. Both Luke and Harry let out a yelp as Cole scrambled off of the bed – only to trip again as the blankets gave way under his feet. Draco seemed to anticipate his move, and was at the other side of the bed where Cole was attempting to jump off.

"Hah!" Draco shouted in triumph.

Cole was not going to give up that easily. He did a quick ninety degree turn and dove between Harry and Luke. The two bystanders yelped once more in unison and pushed Cole away from themselves.

"You guys SUCK!" Cole cried as he flew off the bed just as Draco came around again.

"This is your fight!" Luke called out.

"We want no part of it!" Harry added, "We were fine sleeping together!"

At that, Draco and Cole both stopped what they were doing to gape at Harry, before starting the chase again.

"How long do you think they'll keep this up?" Luke asked conversationally.

"Umm.... Well, given that they are both ADD children," Harry pondered, "... I'd say, three hours."

Luke paused, tilted his head to the side, and then asked, "We should order some coffee, huh?"

Harry nodded and lent to the side slightly, wincing as he watched Cole backhand Draco across the face. "Breakfast too."

"Ooo..." Luke winced in sympathy. "That's got to hurt."

"Who do you think will win?"

"Well... Draco's got a lot of rage... but Cole's skitterish. He'll just wear Draco down." Luke stated, pulling his own legs up to his chest.

"That's true – but... HONEY! Honey put down the fire poker!" Harry screamed out, holding his hands towards his boyfriend. Draco turned towards Harry and growled. "Oh... Okay! Okay! That's finnee... You, you keep up, you keep that fire poker...!"

Luke laughed, and lent towards Harry. "They're going to die."

Harry nodded quickly. "Oh yeah."

"...Unless you want to stop them?"

"No, not really no." Harry scratched his cheek and watched as Draco swung the fire poker in Cole's direction.

"DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER EVER TEACH YOU NOT TO RUN WITH OR SWING STICKS?!" Cole screeched as he skidded on the floor and ducked behind a chair.

Draco thrust the smoldering fire poker through the fabric of the chair and grinned when it came out just beside Cole's head.

"...Wow." Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Impressive." Luke agreed.

At this point, Hermione burst through the door and her eyes traveled from the chair to Draco, to Cole, to Harry and finally to Luke. She immediately raised her wand and muttered a spell. "Imobulous." Draco and Cole's positions immediately froze, and Hermione shook her head. "What's going on?"

Harry gaped as he pointed from Hermione then towards his two immobile friends. "What... what's this?! How can you be so calm?!"

"I teach children for a living, Harry dear. And I was friends with you for seven years." Hermione crossed her arms. "What are they doing?"

"Trying to kill eachother." Luke offered with a smile as he let his legs fall into a crossed position infront of his body.

"I see... Well, it seems that Draco has the upper hand. Why does he have a fire poker?" Hermione raised her eyebrow and stepped forward, examining the damage that was done to the chair.

"He grabbed it in a fit of rage..." Harry moved and stood up, walking towards his oldest friend. "Cole woke him up."

"And this explains everything?" Hermione questioned.

"Well, it does when Cole had wrapped himself in an impossibly tight position around Draco's body, yes." Harry crossed his arms and watched as Draco's silver eyes searched frantically around the room.

Harry shook his head and pried the fire poker from his boyfriend's hand, crossing the room and replacing it where it came from, "So what brings you up here?"

"McGonagall suspected that there were two unauthorized people in the school," she looked at Luke who was absently picking at his hair, and then to Cole who was trying to glare at her, "I guess she was right. Who are these two men?"

Harry smiled, scratched his head, and answered, "Umm... the one with the pink hair cowering behind the chair is Cole, and the one scratching his head is Luke. Cole's boyfriend."

"I see," Hermione said, "what are they doing here?"

"Visiting on a whim." Luke smiled and stood up, walking towards Hermione and Harry. "What did you do to them?"

"I used the Imobulous enchantment to still their movements. Are you a wizard?"

Luke raised his eyebrows. "You sound like a textbook..."

"That's what I've been telling her for years..." Harry smirked.

"As I was saying..." Hermione interrupted with a terse tone. "Are you a wizard, Luke?"

"...Not exactly."

"And that means...? You either are, or your not. Wait – are you a squib?" Hermione tilted her head towards Luke.

"Yyee... What's a squib?"

"Right." Hermione let out a low breath and turned her angry glare towards Harry. "You brought a muggle to the school Harry? What is wrong with you?!"

"I didn't bring him! Cole did! He followed Cole!"

"Is Cole a wizard?"

"Yes! Yes, yes he is!" Harry triumphantly announced as he pointed towards the couch.

"Great. We have a muggle and an unauthorized wizard in our school. Wonderful." Hermione sighed. "And what would have happened if they planned to attack us, Harry? Did that possibility ever occur to you?!"

"They dance to ABBA. They aren't going to kill you." Harry rolled his eyes. "If anything, they'd decorate for you."

"You ass. I do NOT dance to ABBA." Luke scowled.

"Oh shut-up!" Harry turned his attention towards Luke. "Oh! Right, you only imitate Sonny and Cher, I forgot."

Luke's hand curled into a fist as he began to advance on Harry. "Listen here you little-"

"BOYS!" Hermione shouted suddenly, holding her hands out. "I won't have two grown and presumably responsible men fighting like children while under my watchful eye."

At this, Draco rolled his eyes.

Harry took a deep breath. "Can you take the charm off of them now?"

"Are they going to kill eachother?"

"Possibly..." Luke offered, a small smile on his lips.

"Not helping." Harry scowled as he looked sideways at his friend. Luke shrugged and crossed his arms.

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Well... in that case, I'll let it wear off."

"How long will that take?" Luke asked.

"A good twenty minutes." Hermione sighed as she crossed her arms. "Mind you, if they promise not to do anything to eachother, I'll take it off right away."

"Well they can't exactly speak, can they Professor." Harry drawled as he sat down on the armrest of the chair Draco had speared. "So they can't exactly proclaim a truce, can they?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and took out her wand, "I guess I'll chance that they'll kill eachother," she said in an exasperated voice, "Stand back."

"...Why...?" Luke asked.

He didn't have long to wait for the answer, as Hermione waved her wand and muttered the counter spell. Draco fell back with a cry, narrowly missing Luke, and Harry jumped forwards to catch him before he landed on the floor.

"...God!" Draco muttered as Harry held him, "my eyes are so DRY!" he whined as he rubbed his eyes furiously with his fists.

Cole was in no better condition, as he was currently sitting on the floor behind the chair, rubbing his own eyes, in-between glares at Draco. Luke looked at Draco for a moment longer, and then went over to his lover, kneeling down and patting him on the back.

"Are you okay baby?" he asked Cole.

Cole looked up at Luke, and in one motion, wrapped his arms around Luke's neck and cried out, "He tried to spear me!"

Luke laughed and put his own arms around Cole, "If you hadn't decided that it would be fun to scare the shit out of Draco by groping him, you wouldn't be in this mess."

Cole sniffed, "Whose side are you on?!"

Harry eyed Cole as he lead Draco over to the untouched chair and sat him down, "He's got a point you know."

"Shut-up." Cole spat, as he got up and sat in the chair he had previously been hiding behind.

Hermione gently placed her wand back into the holster, which lay under her cloak and to her side. "Harry, may I please have a word with you?"

"Umm..."

"Harry, please." Hermione raised her eyebrows and sighed. "You have all been rather irresponsible. Being a wizard Cole, I'd expect that you would have more sense than to provoke Draco Malfoy. And, if my memory serves me correctly – you've gone to school with him, so you should rightfully know of his temper." Hermione turned and looked towards Luke. "And you... if you are romantically involved with a wizard, and he has presumably told you all about Hogwarts, you should have used your common sense and known not to come to this school if you do not possess any magical qualities as that is what the rules state." Hermione stopped and was about to speak to Harry when she was rudely interrupted.

"You really like the sound of your own voice, don't you?" Luke snapped suddenly – not appreciating the fact that he was being openly insulted.

Hermione rounded on the curly haired man and growled out an answer. "No, Luke. I am simply stating the obvious facts that you have most rudely overlooked." Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"If it's the bloody obvious, why are you fucking stating it?"

"Because you are the only one too daft to realize it?" Hermione offered, raising her eyebrows.

"Just what the hell do you mean by that?!"

"...Luke..." Draco sighed, knowing full well that the conversation was about to take a turn for the worst.

Luke ignored the protest, and placed his hands to his hips, "If my memory serves me correctly, you should be dead, not walking around with your nose in the air like you own the place," he spat, unaware that both Harry and Draco were shaking their heads after failing to get his attention, "just who do you think you are telling people who and what they are? Or where they are allowed to go for that matter?"

Hermione sneered at the man and, swiftly turning on her heels, she shouted: "Harry, NOW!"

Harry got up and glared at Luke as he walked by, shaking his head as he walked towards the door and slipped his shoes on before following Hermione out of the room.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Luke spoke after watching the door close.

Draco shook his head and stood up. "You just succeeded in insulting his oldest friend. One of the few people left who still matter to him. She was half right about you not having any bloody common sense." Draco then began course for the bathroom.

Harry followed Hermione silently as she set a brisk walk for the fourth floor. Hermione lifted a hand and wiped her cheek. Letting out a sigh, Harry reached forward and took her hand in his, causing her to come to a stop and face him.

"Hermione... don't let what Luke said bother you." Harry offered his friend a smile.

"Well it was true wasn't it?" Hermione wiped her eyes again.

"No, it wasn't true at all, Hermione."

"Don't lie to make me feel better Harry, it's neither becoming or kind of you to do." Hermione sighed slightly. "Come on, let's keep walking."

"Where are we going?"

"To my classroom."

Harry stopped and furrowed his eyebrows, still holding onto Hermione's hand. "Why are you alive? I saw you... die infront of me."

Hermione looked Harry in the eye and spoke in a soft tone. "I'll tell you once we get to my office, alright?"

Harry nodded weakly. "Yeah, okay."

Hermione smiled and began course for her room once more, keeping a hold of Harry's hand. Students passed and eyed their joined hands, but soon kept walking – knowing that this was none of their business. The two reached the staircase with the trip step and they both smiled as they hopped over it. Hermione led Harry around the corner and towards her class – as they had finally climbed all four flights of stairs.

Hermione opened the door and ushered Harry inside, shutting it once more when they were safely inside. Harry ran a hand through his hair and looked down, grinning suddenly.

"Umm.... Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I... I'm not wearing any clothes."

The brown haired woman turned and looked Harry up and down, a grin forming on her own face, as Harry was wearing nothing but his pants and his shoes. "So that's why all those students were staring," she paused to give Harry an appreciative glance, "I must say though Harry, I can see why Draco is all over you most of the time."

Harry blushed and crossed his arms over his toned chest, "Can I please have something to wear?"

"Yes, all right." Hermione replied with another smile, heading towards what looked like a wardrobe behind her desk. She opened it up, pulled out a cloak, and tossed it to Harry.

"Thanks," Harry said as he pulled the cloak over his body, and once more crossed his arms over his chest, now feeling slightly uncomfortable, as he knew that this time – he and Hermione would not be disturbed.

Hermione sat down at her desk and lightly clasped her hands together. "So I suppose that you would like to know how it is that I am not deceased."

Harry shrugged. "... I suppose."

"You suppose?" Hermione smiled kindly and motioned towards the chair, which sat infront of her desk. "Sit, please – you're making me nervous just standing there."

Harry nodded and sat in the chair, looking down into his lap as he ran his fingers over the rough fabric of the cloak. Hermione shook her head and let out a small sigh as she began to speak.

"I wasn't killed in the war, because I wasn't there."

Harry snapped his head up and gaped at the woman sitting infront of him. "What? How's that possible?"

"Easily," she started, "I was in the castle, just a few days before the war spilled over into the school, and that's when Viktor came. He had heard about what was going on, and he came to the school to take me away. At first, I told him I was going to stay and protect my friends, but he wouldn't have it."

"...Wouldn't have it?"

"Yes. He said that there was no chance that he was going to leave the castle without me. And, after what seemed like hours, he finally took the much needed initiative and took me into his arms just before he apparate out of the castle." Hermione held up her hand as Harry began to speak. "Before you ask, the spells protecting against apparating had been taken off for our own safety. They worked so that people could only apparate out of the school, and not into it." Hermione sighed slightly. "He took us to the Order hide out, you'll remember – 12 Grimmauld place?" Harry nodded, and waited for her to continue. "From there, we met with Remus, Albus... well, in short – all of the Order members and began the plans for retaliation."

"But... if you weren't there with me..."

Hermione's voice grew soft as she spoke next, and tears began to glaze her eyes. "It was Ginny."

"Ginny? But she wasn't there – I didn't-"

"Harry, please... let me finish?" Hermione interrupted him. "Ginny was forced to stay at the Order hide out because she was thought to be too young to help in the war. It was thought that if she stayed behind – she would remain safe. But, knowing her – and knowing that she was a Weasley, she wouldn't have any of it. She fought with us for hours, claiming that she too had the right to defend the castle and help with her many friends. She was powerful enough to help for a while – that's for sure, but she was so young, and Molly couldn't stand the thought of loosing her only daughter.

"When Ginny watched you and Ron leave to help on the front lines, she couldn't take it any longer. She knew that Severus had kept all sorts of potions readily made, like veritaserum, burn healing paste, confusing and befuddlement draught, shrinking solution..."

"Hermione! Can you get to the point?" Harry interrupted her.

Hermione blinked, "What? Oh yes, sorry," he smiled in apology, then continued, "Among those potions, Severus had prepared some polyjuice potion..."

"You mean...?"

Hermione hung her head, "It was all my fault. I didn't think that Ginny would try the potion, nor did I think to watch her. She snuck into Severus' room and stole a vile of the potion, then stole some of my hair from my hairbrush. You know that rest. She took my place, and..."

"Wait," Harry said, "wouldn't someone get suspicious if they saw two of you?"

"They did. After Ginny left, I came downstairs, and that's when we put it all together that she ran off to fight with you," Hermione replied sadly, "by the time we got there, you were being sent to the hospital, Voldemort was dead, and Ron and Ginny were... gone."

Harry sat there for a moment, then a thought occurred to him. "Why didn't you ever come to see me then? Why didn't you let me know that you were alive? All these years I thought you were dead!" he finished with anger in his voice.

"I... the Order thought that it would be better if you didn't know. You had seem 'me' die, and they didn't think that you would have been able to handle it if I were to just waltz back into your life and say 'Hey! I'm alive! How have you been?'. I had no choice in the matter Harry."

"Yes you did!" Harry suddenly shouted, "You are your own person Hermione! You didn't have to listen to them! I was your friend! Didn't that mean anything to you?!"

"Yes of course it did Harry!" Hermione felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks. "I wanted to see you so badly – but... but..."

"But you had to follow the rules." Harry shook his head and sneered. "God Hermione, couldn't you have just once broken the rules?"

"Harry I did come to see you! But once I had finally gotten there, you had left. The nurse told me that you had left and didn't tell her where you were going, so how was I supposed to find you?!"

"ASK!" Harry growled as he stood up. "You should have asked Hermione... I..."

"Harry I'm sorry, but – there's nothing we can do about it. That was the past, and right now – let's deal with the current and present time." Hermione offered as she stood, mimicking Harry's position and placed her hands on the desk.

Harry shook his head and took a deep breath. "Alright. Then – what's new with you?"

Hermione spoke in a small voice. "I'm married and I'm expecting my first child in May."

"WHOA!" Harry stepped back. "Rewind and STOP! You're married? To who?!"

"Viktor." Hermione smiled slightly. "We married a year ago,"

"And I'm right to assume that he's the father?"

Hermione raised her eyebrow and lent back slightly, crossing her arms. "Well I don't reproduce asexually, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes "Really? I wouldn't have guessed." He then smiled and the look on his face was apologetic. "Is... you're really going to be a mother?"

"Yes." Hermione broke out into a large smile and absentmindedly placed her hand to her lower abdomen.

"Wow... congratulations. Both on the marriage and the baby." Harry smiled and another question burrowed its way into his mind. "Where's Viktor then...?"

"Training."

"...For?"

"Quidditch. He still plays you know." Hermione raised her eyebrows. "He wouldn't ever give up Quidditch – it's far to important to him."

"... More than you?"

"Oh of course not, don't be silly. He'll be back in a few days if you'd like to speak with him...?"

"Actually... Draco and I were planning to stay down in Hogsmeade for a few days, and then we were going to head back to Italy," Harry said, scratching the back of his head, "... sorry."

Hermoine smiled, "I should have known that you had other plans. But will you at least have dinner with us one night? I haven't seen you for years Harry."

Harry sighed, and replied, "I'd love to, but I'll have to talk to Draco. I'm not sure if he'll want to."

"You have to ask him to go out with your friends?" Hermione asked in a bemused voice, "my, my, aren't we in a controlling relationship?"

Harry stuck his tongue out at her, "Quite you. I just meant that Draco is uncomfortable around you, what with your past history and all. Plus, he's still getting used to the idea that people want to be nice to him without wanting anything in return."

At that, Hermione nodded, "Makes sense," and then added with a grin, "well, as long as you talk to him, I would be delighted to have him attend. You can even bring...what were those men's names?"

"Cole and Luke?" Harry supplied.

"Yes. You can invite them too."

Harry smiled, then, asked with a frown, "Are you going to tell McGonagall about them?"

"Not as long as they leave by the end of the day I won't," Hermione replied, "they can head down to Hogsmeade."

"Deal."

By the time that Harry got back to the room that he and Draco shared, Draco was sitting once more in the chair by the fireplace with another book in his hands. Cole and Luke were cuddled up on the no made bed, whispering softly to eachother. Draco gave Harry a smile as the green eyed man toed off his shoes and came towards him, giving Draco a kiss before sitting in the opposite chair.

"How did it go?" Draco asked softly as he shut the book he was reading and lightly placed it on the coffee table infront of him.

"It was alright... it turns out that Ginny used a polyjuice potion, disguising herself as Hermione." Harry surprised himself with the casualness of the explanation and let out a slight sigh.

"Oh... so, she's alright then?"

"Ginny?"

"No, Hermione."

"Yes... she's fine." Harry crossed his legs – ankle to knee. "She's expecting her first child in May."

Draco raised his eyebrows, "With... Ron?"

"No!" Harry yelped quickly. "Ron's dead, She's having a baby with Viktor."

"Viktor Krum? That Bulgarian Quidditch star?"

"Yes."

"Holy shit!" Draco smiled brightly in surprise. "Way to go Hermione! Excellent job catching him...!"

"She's not here, you don't need to gush." Harry rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand. "Do you ever want kids?"

"Well that's a 180 degree turn in conversation..." Draco looked to the side slightly and scratched the back of his neck.

"...Well, do you?"

"I don't know..." Draco shrugged. "Maybe... I think I'd be an okay father. But not right now."

Harry nodded and let his eyes fall from Draco's face to the floor. "Yeah, ditto." Harry sighed slightly. "Oh... by the way – Hermione invited us to dinner."

"Me and you?"

"Yeah, well, me you and them," Harry looked towards the bed, where it appeared that Luke and Cole had fallen asleep. Harry then glanced back towards Draco. "Do you want to go?"

"Free food is involved?"

"Yes."

"Viktor will be there?"

"...Yes."

"Excellent! I accept." Draco said happily.

Harry laughed, and motioned Draco over. Draco grinned and sauntered over to the chair that Harry was sitting on, promptly sitting on Harry's lap, putting his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Harry nuzzled his nose into Draco's neck, savoring his lover's scent.

"Mmm... you smell good." Harry mumbled before lightly biting Draco's neck.

Draco smiled as his fingers absently played with the hair at the base of Harry's neck, "How can I smell good when I haven't had a shower today?"

Harry shrugged, "Dunno. But you still smell good."

Draco laughed and turned his head to kiss Harry. "Want to join me in the shower?"

"What about Cole and Luke?"

"I don't recall inviting them..." Draco said in a low voice as he kissed Harry behind his ear.

"Yeah, I know, but what about-"

"Quiet time, hun." Draco smiled. "Either you join me, or not." Draco stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom.

Harry shook his head as he watched Draco lift up his nightshirt and pull it over his head. Standing immediately, Harry grinned as he walked towards Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. Draco grinned at the contact and began to lead Harry into the bathroom.

"I knew you'd come around..."

Harry smiled and shut the door before grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him back towards his body. Harry rest his free hand on the small of Draco's back and muttered a silencing spell before closing the space between their lips as he kissed his grinning boyfriend.

Breaking the kiss after a while, Draco grinned and leaned back, asking in a teasing voice, "So, what do you want to do? A) Blow job, B) kinky massage, C) sex in the shower or D) ... sex in the tub?"

Harry considered the list for a moment then answered in a sly tone, "How about a little of A, then some D and then B?"

Draco laughed as he backed up towards the tub, still holding onto Harry's hand, "I believe I can manage that."

Harry matched Draco's grin. "Who's going to do what?"

Draco answered the question by letting go of Harry's hand and reaching forward to take a hold of the waistband of Harry's pants and pulling them down to the middle of his thighs. Harry let out a squeak of surprise as Draco knelt on the floor and hooked his fingers now into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down with swift ease. Smiling, Harry watched Draco pull both his pajama bottoms and boxers down to a pool at his feet. Draco looked up at Harry from under his long eyelashes.

"Beg."

"What?"

Draco lent back, placing his hands on his own thighs. "Do it."

Harry rolled his eyes and spoke in a dull tone. "Oh please Draco, please, please suck me off."

"Keep up that ungrateful tone and I'll bite it off." Draco sneered.

"Okayy...okay!" Harry felt a blush rise in his cheeks. "Why do I have to beg?"

"Because it turns me on." Draco stated simply.

"I didn't know that turned you on."

"You never paid attention before. Now beg."

"Well if you're going to order me around-"

"Potter!"

"Okay! Okay!" Harry ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling. "I need a little bit of... you know... incentive."

Draco rolled his eyes and reached forward, and before Harry could say anything else, he cupped Harry's balls. Raising his middle finger, Draco applied a small amount of pressure to the skin just infront of Harry's entrance. Harry gasped.

"Oh... oh..."

Draco smiled and moved his hand, pushing it towards Harry's body. "Keep going."

Harry let out a cry that was somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a gasp of surprise.

"Stop that. I don't want to come with noises alone."

"Well... excuse me..." Harry panted slightly. "What do you expect me to do when you're holding my balls?"

"Point taken... Moving on." Draco was suddenly struck with a thought. "Let's see if we can't get you to make the same noises you did when you were in the classroom..."

"What noi-ahh!"

Draco had by this time lent forward and slipped his lips over the tip of Harry's dick and gently inserted his middle finger into Harry's body. "Good boy..."

"I'm not a dog..."

"You whimper like one..." Draco murmured as he took Harry into his mouth again. Draco slid his tongue along the slit of Harry's cock. "I don't hear any begging, Potter."

Harry let out a breath and his head fell back against the door. "...At the moment... I'm not capable of... Oh God! Do that again..."

"Say please."

"Uugh.... Please... please Draco," Harry muttered as he bit his bottom lip and clenched his hands into fists at his side, knowing that if he took hold of Draco's head, he really would have his dick bitten off.

"Louder." Draco smiled before bringing his other hand up to encircle around the length of Harry's penis.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked as he felt Draco's talented tongue glide up the side of his erection, "...Oh yeah, just like that, please, God – please..."

Draco didn't say anything, but continued his ministrations, until he suddenly stopped, knowing that his lover was close to climax. He pulled back and looked up into Harry's shocked face, "Shall we pick this up in the bath?" he asked innocently.

Harry glared down at Draco, but nodded weakly, that being the only thing that he could do to answer.

Draco smiled and lent forward, kissing the tip of Harry's cock. "Good." He then stood and let his hand trail up Harry's thigh, grazing over his hip before he severed the contact and began course for the tub.

On the way, Draco had managed to strip off his clothes with unbelievable grace. Leaning over, Draco started the bath. The water streamed into the large jacuzzi-sized tub, creating walls of steam as it began to fill it. Harry walked towards Draco after stepping out of his pants and boxers, wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, and nibbled slightly on his ear as Draco righted his position and stood straight.

"You're cruel, Draco."

"Mmm... how so?" Draco lent his head back and rest it on Harry's shoulder, feeling a kiss come to rest on the curve of his neck.

"Making me wait like this," Harry said in a husky voice, "by not finishing what you started."

Draco raised his hands and placed them over Harry's, which had dipped low to rest over Draco's slender hips, "Oh, I have every intention of finishing what I started, just not like that."

Harry grinned, licked Draco's jaw line and tightened his grip, "Oh really?"

"Mhmm..." Draco took a hold of Harry's hands and guided them down his hips and towards his slowly growing erection. "I intend to let you finish inside of me."

"I like that idea better..."

"You would," Draco groaned appreciatively when he felt Harry's hand encircle his length.

Harry held Draco around the hips with one hand, pulling him back against his own erection, as his other hand gently began to stroke Draco's erection. Harry felt his love melt in his arms. Leaning back and gasping as Harry's hand worked him with expertise, biting Draco's shoulder as he did so.

"You aren't supposed to be..." Draco interrupted himself with an airy moan. "...doing anything to me."

"Your not exactly stopping me, and nor are you in a position to be ordering me around except for telling me what to do." Harry smiled, watching as Draco's head fell forward slightly and he gasped.

Draco opened his eyes and looked towards the bath. "Bath..."

"What about it?"

"It's ready..." Draco moaned, clenching his eyes shut.

"Ahh..." Harry let go of Draco's erection, removing the other arm that had been around his lover's hips, "well, let's not keep it waiting then."

Draco groaned loudly in protest, "Harry! You can't do that!"

"Do what?"

Draco gestured to his still hard erection, "THAT! You can't just leave me like this!"

Harry smiled slyly as he stepped around Draco and turned off the taps, looking back up at his boyfriend before replying, "I'll take care of it, but not here, and not like this."

Draco pouted, but followed Harry into the hot water, "You are so mean."

Harry shrugged, "What are you gonna do about it?" he asked as he pulled Draco's slender body towards him.

Draco made no move to put up a fight when Harry wrapped his arms around him and glided back in the water to one of the tubs underwater benches. Draco smiled as Harry sat down on the bench, and moved to straddle Harry's thighs.

Draco bit his lip and blushed slightly. "Heads or Tails?"

"What?"

"Pick one."

"...Tails?"

Draco grinned and lent forward placing a kiss to Harry's lips before standing up and turning around.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere." Draco settled back down again, his back against Harry's chest.

"Ohh, I see..." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist once more before leaning forward and whispering into Draco's ear. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"If I must..." Draco sighed slightly before letting his head fall back as he moved his hips backwards and against Harry's cock. Draco turned his head to the side; let his lips graze past Harry's cheek as he spoke. "...Use me and make me scream Harry. Make me scream until my voice is hoarse... let me feel you inside of me, stroking in and out of my body... fucking me as hard as you can."

Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco pushed himself once more into his hips, "...I ... wow..."

Draco smirked, "I want you to hold onto my hips, I don't care about bruises, in fact, I want them. I want you to fuck me so hard that I never forget the feeling of your cock inside of my body, slamming in and out..."

Harry lost whatever else Draco was saying as he felt his momentarily neglected erection come back with full force. "Draco if you keep talking I'm not going to make it to the fucking..."

Draco sighed. "You're right... Well what are you waiting for, Harry?"

"You to stop talking...?"

"It would have been so much more satisfactory if you would have just started fucking me while I was talking... and who said that you can't speak when you're fucking?"

"I..."

"Shut-up and fuck me, Potter."

Harry slipped his hands out from around Draco's waist and towards his thighs. Draco lifted his body up, and after taking a hold of Harry's dick, he lowered himself down onto it. Both men gasped at the same time, and Harry's grip tightened on Draco's thighs while Draco let go of Harry and reached out both his arms to hold onto the side of the tub. They stayed still for a moment; until Draco moved himself back a little using the sides of the tub for leverage.

"...God! Draco...!"

Draco grinned and thrust his hips forward slightly, before sinking down to rest his own body against Harry's hips. "We havn't even gotten started, so don't even think about coming."

"Then stay still for a second..." Harry groaned. "If you move, I'm going to."

Draco shook his head and lifted one of his hands to take hold of Harry's hand. He placed it over his own erection and sighed. "Then keep yourself busy while we sit."

Harry shrugged, "Yeah, okay." He said, picking up where he had left off outside the tub.

Draco shut his eyes and bit his lip, trying to keep back the groan that escaped his lips as he involuntarily moved back against Harry, attempting to get closer to Harry's wonderfully skilled hand.

"...Draco..." Harry warned once more as his lover moved against him.

Draco's eyes stayed shut as he replied, "...I can't help it."

Harry grunted as Draco's hips moved gently in time with the strokes of his hand, and he suddenly found himself not caring if he came or not. He moved his hand faster, letting his thumb graze along the slit of Draco's cock, enjoying the sound of Draco's cry. Draco reached out once more, and took hold of the sides of the tub lifting himself up slightly before swiftly lowering himself back down. Harry cried out and lifted his hips to meet Draco's increasingly pleasurable thrusts. The blonde haired man writhed his hips slightly as his body suddenly tightened around Harry's length, increasing the friction.

Harry groaned and bit his bottom lip, "...Draco... I can't..."

Draco leaned his head back as he felt Harry's hand tighten around his dick. "Let yourself go then, Harry."

"But..."

Draco's head fell forward as he thrust once more, grinding his hips against Harry's body. It was enough to send Harry over the edge. Draco grinned as he felt Harry come within his body but by no means did he stop moving. Letting out a low groan in answer to Harry's harsh scream, Draco positioned himself so that his remaining thrusts caused Harry's cock to brush against his prostate repeatedly. Lifting one hand, Draco placed it on the hand covering his penis and quickened the pace at which it was moving.

"Faster, Harry – shit... don't stop moving your hand," Draco's jaw dropped as he stopped his thrusts and felt the hand under his begin to move of it's own accord.

Harry lent forward, rested his forehead against Draco's shoulder, and whispered against the slick skin. "As you wish."

Letting go of Harry's hand completely, Draco again reached for the sides of the tub and held on as tight as the glossy porcelain would allow. Harry shook his head and reached to gather one of Draco's arms in his grasp. Draco whimpered at the loss of contact on his straining erection as Harry reached for his other arm and brought it close to Draco's chest. Draco crossed his arms together at the wrists and held them just under his chin as he felt one of Harry's hand come to a rest on the top of his folded hands. Reaching down again with his free hand, Harry resumed his prior actions and took hold of Draco's cock, pumping it quickly up and down.

Draco let out a strangled cry and came in a rush that left him breathless. They stayed in silence for a short while; with Draco panting against Harry's slick chest and Harry with his arms wrapped around his lover. Neither noticed that their bodies were still joined, nor did they realize that the water had gotten a bit cold. All they cared about at the moment was being still.

When Harry finally did venture to disengage his body from Draco, the slender blond man complied. The two managed to climb out of the tub and drain it, before reaching for the two nearest towels. Wrapping the towel around both his hips and shoulders, Draco heard Harry murmur the counter for the silencing spell he had previously cast on the large room. Harry wrapped his own towel around his waist and lent against the counter, watching as Draco padded towards him and fell against his chest, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"... That was nice..." Draco smiled, feeling Harry's arm wrap around his shoulders.

"Yeah, it was." Harry placed a kiss to Draco's temple and rest his cheek against the top of Draco's head.

Draco was about to speak when a loud banging on the door interrupted him.

"I NEED TO PEE!!"

Rolling his eyes, Harry answered Cole. "Then come in."

"It's locked!"

"Try the fucking handle genius." Draco growled against Harry's chest, causing Harry to laugh.

"What was that?" Cole's voice sounded from behind the door.

"TRY THE FUCKING HANDLE!" Draco lifted his head and screamed towards the door.

A pause. Then the handle began to move and opened to reveal a pink haired man who looked as if he had just woken up from a nap. Which was probably true. "Have you got any idea how long you were in here?"

"Mmm... twenty minutes?" Harry offered, feeling Draco's forehead hit his collarbone lightly.

"Try an hour – now get OUT!"

Draco sighed and turned to leave, taking Harry by the hand and sticking his tongue out at Cole on the way. The door was promptly slammed shut as soon as they had stepped across the threshold.

Harry's arms came around Draco from behind as Draco smirked across the room at Luke, who was currently sitting crossed legged on the bed, his hair in even more disarray than Cole's.

"You two..." Luke said through a yawn, "... weren't taking a shower were you?"

Draco tilted his head to the side, "What makes you say that?"

"Besides the fact that you two look like you've just had the best sex of your lives? Absolutely nothing." Luke answered with a grin.

Le finito.

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