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Title: You Make Me Complete

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.

A/N: Hello people! Now we're finally at Chapter seven, where things... steam up a bit! And I hope you'll like the new chapter!

Some thank you's:

Caz Malfoy- You're Great, as always, my wonderful beta! I couldn't go on without your wonderful help! And I hope you'll have a great time on Lanzarote, with loads of sun, and equally as much fun! Thank you so much for your help, and I'm glad you liked this chapter!

Nisha Kole - You're amazing! Your stories are great and you're such a sweet person! I hope you'll like this chapter too!

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Reika- Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope you'll like this chapter just as much as the other ones!

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- WOW! A masterpiece? Thank you so, so much for your kind words! I am so glad to hear you say that! I hope you'll like this too, where our favourite boys will take things... a bit further! –grins- Tack så mycket: )

And now it's time for chapter seven.

Chapter 7

Over the summer

Draco and I spent all of our free time together.

He waited for me after Quidditch practise, and afterwards we stayed for a long time in the locker room, or just stayed out on the field, enjoying having some time alone together.

Our kisses soon became more and more passionate, and I loved him more and more, with every day that passed, even though I didn't tell him that. I don't know why I didn't tell him. It just never seemed like the right time, I suppose.

One day, about 6 p.m, after Quidditch practice, when I had changed back to my regular clothes, we went to the lake, and sat down besides a tree; it was a warm summers day, so we just sat there and talked, and kissed, and touched, and kissed and talked some more, about nothing and anything and everything.

After a while we didn't do anything at all. He just sat there, leaning his back against a tree, and I lay down with my head in his lap.

I looked up at him, watching his perfect features. His smooth pale skin, his beautiful face, his grey eyes. His soft blond hair, which was slightly dishevelled by the summer breeze.

He was watching me too, before he started unbuttoning my shirt, tracing little circles on my chest with his fingers.

We sat like that until, "Hem, hem." Someone cleared his throat.

We both jumped, but we didn't move though. We just sat like we were, looking for the person who interrupted us.

It was Dumbledore. "Good evening, boys," he smiled.

"Erm... Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," I said, looking up and saw him upside down.

Draco looked slightly insecure. He had never really talked to the headmaster like I had.

"I see that you two still can't leave each other alone?" Dumbledore said, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Er," was the only thing I could come up with.

"Oh. It's all right. I know everything already. And I must say I'm impressed. By you, Draco, for leaving Lucius, and that you now trust people, and, also, for showing the real you, to a selected few, at least. And, Harry, I'm impressed with you, for trusting Draco. And you two do handle this well.

"It is for the best if just a few people know about this for now. We will see what happens in the future, if this is a thing that can be held a secret. But for now, this is perfect. For your own safety." Dumbledores eyes got a wistful look in them, and he seemed to look at something neither Draco nor I could see, beyond the grounds of Hogwarts. I think I had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking about.

We talked for a while, and then Dumbledore chuckled, and said that he really had to tell us to go inside now, as he was the headmaster, and the curfew had started two hours ago.

"Okay," we agreed and rose, and went back to our dorms, with Dumbledore coming with us.

I wanted to kiss Draco, but because I was so insecure, I didn't dare, not in front of Dumbledore. Draco, however, did, and he grabbed me and pulled me in to his arms, for a tight hug, and a long, lingering kiss.

Dumbledore looked at a painting at the wall during the kiss, as Draco stroked my left cheek with the thumb of his right hand and was resting the other one on my hip. Dumbledore only looked back when Draco said, "Good night," he gave me a quick peck on my left cheek, and with a swirl of robes, that would've made even Snape proud, he headed back towards the dungeons.

I kept looking after him as he walked back, and after a while I heard in a distant voice calling me, "Harry? Harry?" I didn't react until Dumbledore clicked two fingers in front of my face.

"Huh?" I said, as I came back to reality.

"You, also, have to go back to your dorm now, Harry. Good night," Dumbledore chuckled as he walked away, and left me to go back to my own room.

The rest of the term went by so quickly, it just seems like a big blur. The time flew by so fast that it shouldn't have been possible. When we made our way towards the Hogwarts express on the last day, I felt kind of sad. Next year it would be our last year at Hogwarts. The thought made my stomach lurch.

I had nowhere to go when I had graduated. When Draco and I had graduated. Did he even want to be with me then? What was he planning on doing after school? How much time had I left with Voldemort on the loose? What... what if Draco didn't want me after school? Was I a part of his plans? What would I do if I weren't?

Draco must have seen how I felt, and he cured all my insecurities as he leaned close, and whispered in my ear, "It'll be alright. We have a whole year to think about what we want to do."

He had said 'We'! And that meant everything! I wanted to hug him, and kiss him for that. But as the whole school stood around us, also waiting for the train, it wasn't a good time. I just smiled at him. Yet again, Seamus looked at us weirdly, with a calculating look in his eyes. But I didn't bother thinking about it that much.

For the summer, I was going back to the Dursleys', for almost the whole break. I wanted to go and stay with the Weasley's for one week, and then the last week I would go to Diagon Alley, and stay at The Leaky Cauldron, with Draco. He was going to stay there for the whole summer, as he didn't exactly want to go back to Malfoy Manor. Not that he was welcome if he would've wanted to. He was practically disowned, and he had no where else to go.

Dumbledore had agreed to let me leave the Dursleys' for the last two weeks only, but not more.

It was so many weeks without my friends. A day without Draco's kisses felt unbearable, and now it was going to be weeks, months even! I couldn't understand how I would be able to survive without his tender touches, and his sweet kisses. How would I be able to function, at all, when not being in his presence?

During the trip, the four of us (Me, Draco, Hermione and Ron, of course) had a compartment to ourselves. We talked for a little while, but then we started to play a game of snap. We played cards for quite some time, but then I felt Draco stroking my hand.

The game stopped, as no one except Hermione could concentrate on the game. I was too dazed by the touch, and Ron was too startled to continue. Draco seemed to enjoy it for various reasons; he was smirking, undoubtedly from making Ron this distressed. But, his eyes were smiling at me at the same time, for a completely different reason altogether.

"Please! Don't do that! You know I don't like it!" Ron whined, as Hermione giggled in the background.

Frankly, I didn't give a shit about what Ron liked, or not. We had tiptoed around him for so long now, and I wasn't going to be able to touch, or be close to Draco for a very long time.

"What don't you like, Ron?" I asked, as I caressed Draco's cheek, with a smile I couldn't hold back.

It's so funny to tease Ron. He gets really hysterical, his ears go red, and his eyes bulge. He looks slightly insane! It's hilarious!

It might sound as I was taking it too lightly, how Ron acted. Oughtn't I be furious with him, for making us tiptoe around him in the first place?

But not really. It wasn't anything to be angry about. Ron's just like that; he gets kind of idiotic at times, when it's something he doesn't understand, or when around something he's not used to. He doesn't mean any harm, really. And as I know that, it doesn't really hurt, when I know he at least tries to understand. He even struggled to be friendlier with his least favourite person in the world, Draco Malfoy, just because I asked him too. And he always, always support me, no matter what.

And if that isn't being a best friend, I don't know what is.

That didn't stop me, however, from having my fun with Draco, that day in the train compartment.

Because Draco likes to tease Ron even more than I do, (maybe on slightly more malicious grounds than me, but that's besides the point), he started to stroke my hair back, smiling too, looking me straight in the eyes.

'He's so gorgeous!'

"THAT! Don't do THAT!" the poor bloke sounded almost hysterical now.

"What exactly is it you don't want us to do, Weasley?" Draco said, never taking his eyes from mine. "Is it this?" he said, and stroked my cheek. "Or this?" he added as he gave me an Eskimo-kiss. "Or this?" now he moved to sit in my lap, straddling my hips, and gave me a light peck on the nose, on the lips, and then deepened it to a passionate kiss.

I didn't even remember that Ron and Hermione were still in the room, until I heard a giggling coming from Hermione, and a whining, hysterical cry coming from Ron, of course. I smiled into the kiss, and Draco continued his little 'Tease Weasley game', and said, yet again, "Or this." his mouth moved from mine and went up to my ear, his tongue flicked out and he licked my earlobe. I tried, desperately, to keep from moaning, which resulted in me letting out a loud gasp.

I threw back my head, as he went downwards, and kissed my neck and throat, and then he licked and kissed his way back to my cheek, my nose, and then he sucked my over lip. At that point I couldn't stop myself, I made a sound, deep in my throat, something between a growl and a moan.

Then he went back to my ear and blew in it. I got goose bumps, and started breathing harder and faster, "Draco." he didn't answer, just moaned back, as he started to kiss me again.

He kissed me with a passion I had never seen, ot felt. I thought that he felt the same way that I did, that he felt slightly desperate and panicked about not seeing me for so long.

We both had our eyes open, like we wanted to imprint each other in our memories. 'Weeks without him' were the dim thought that repeatet itself in my brain again and again.

We had both forgotten, again, that there were other people there, and he started to unbutton my shirt.

"STOP!" Ron was beyond hysterical now. He sounded like he was going to have a nervous breakdown or something even worse at any second, so I started to, very reluctantly, mind you, to push Draco away.

"Fine, fine, fine." Draco said grumpily, climbing off of me.

"But, Ron. Have you any idea how long it is going to be, until I get to see him again. I'm going to miss him so much!" I pouted.

"Yeah, Weasley. I can't understand how you can resist a face like that," Draco smiled gently at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement, love and lust at the same time.

"I can resist that face without a problem!" Ron got a little pinch in the side from Hermione, and continued, after sending a deadly glare at Draco. "But Harry. I know... I'm so glad that Hermione is staying at the Burrow with me for almost the whole summer. So I do understand. So, okay, do what you two want. But, please, no striptease! I just... I'm not homophobic, but there are things I don't want to see. No offense, Harry."

"None taken," I smiled at him, and Draco said, "Okay, Weasley, whatever."

We sat down, Draco was leaning against the wall, his legs outstretched, as I sat between them, and I was kissing him as tenderly and lovingly as I could, and I was having my arms around his neck, while he stroked my back with his both hands. I have absolutely no idea what Hermione and Ron were doing at the time.

But then we were interrupted, "Harry, do you know... Oh!" Seamus came storming into the compartment. "I knew it! I simply knew it!" he exclaimed, looking at Draco and me, his eyes wide as saucers.

I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. I knew he wouldn't be angry, or disgusted, as he was gay too. Well, he's not exactly gay, he's 'open- minded', as he puts it. Seamus winked at us, and said, "Harry! Draco! Both of you are such thieves! You have stolen the two must gorgeous boys in the whole school! Each other!"

Seamus has a kind special sense of humour, but he's still very funny, and deep down, under all the humour, and the bubbling, infectious laughter, he's a really nice, caring guy.

I couldn't help but blush at the very Seamus-like compliment, and Draco just looked very pleased about the 'statement'.

Seamus babbled on and on for a while, I wasn't paying attention at what he was saying, as I was pretty sure it was about how he had known it all along.

It was only when he said that he would leave us, so we could continue with what we were doing that I said to him, "Seamus, please, you can't tell anyone about this," I asked, pleading, as I knew how much Seamus loved to gossip.

"Harry, I know everybody thinks that I am some kind of a gossip-machine, but I can keep secrets! If you don't want anyone to know, I'm not going to tell. I promise!"

"Oh, okay, thank you." I said, hoping he was telling the truth.

He walked out, but before he had closed the door he looked in again, and asked, "Can I please tell Dean?" He asked, grinning, clearly wanting to share this juicy secret with his best friend.

"I guess," I looked at Draco, and he nodded his head. "Just promise you won't tell anyone else! If you do tell anyone, I will find out, and I am not nice when I'm angry, Finnegan!" Draco said, looking very threatening. I believe he learned that particular expression from Snape. Anyway, you can't scare Seamus that easily, he just answered smiling "Sure, Draco, honey. I won't tell a soul- except for Dean."

Draco didn't answer. He just gave Seamus another glare.

We continued to kiss for the rest of the trip. When we were in London I hugged him tightly, which I hoped everyone at the platform would believe was a friendly goodbye hug. After all, everyone already knew that our friendship was a very touchy-feely one. I hoped that no one would see any difference in the lingering hug I gave him now. I wanted to kiss him, but it wouldn't be as easy to explain as a hug. Draco felt the same way, as he whispered in my ear, "I really want to kiss you right now."

"I want to kiss you, too," I whispered back, and took a step away. I felt so empty and alone, and right then my uncle called, "Boy! Where are you?"

"Well, goodbye, then. See you in a couple of weeks," I said to Ron, Draco and Hermione, even tough my eyes never left Draco.

"Yes, bye." Draco whispered, looking in my eyes, and then up towards my uncle. Then uncle Vernon yelled again, "Where are you! I don't have all day!"

"I'm coming!" I called to him over the masses of people on the platform. Draco frowned, and he looked at Vernon with such hatred. The way he looked at me during our first years at school, when we were archenemies, was nothing compared to this. If I had seen this look before, I would never have thought that he hated me. But this look, it made me shudder. He looked at Vernon with pure hatred. It was actually scary.

Uncle Vernon didn't see it; he just glared at me, pointing at the exit. I looked at Draco again, to be sure he wouldn't hurt Vernon. Not that I would care about Vernon much, but it could put Draco in a lot of trouble. When I looked at him, he looked away from Vernon, and looked into my eyes, and his expression softened, filled with tender emotions, instead of hatred. I smiled, and he smiled back weakly, stroking a lock of hair from my eyes. Uncle Vernon didn't see this, as he was already walking towards the car. Hopefully no one else noticed it, either.

The summer with the Dursleys was dreadful, as usual, but the day before my birthday, I went to the Burrow. It was a bit too early, but I couldn't stand not seeing them anymore. I actually pleaded with Dumbledore, and said that I had already seen my aunt enough for the year. Finally, he agreed, and I left Privet Drive, and soon arrived at the Burrow.

It was a happy, caring and fun time, as usual. I really love the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley has sort of adopted me. She treats me just as she treats anyone else of her children. And the same goes for Mr. Weasley, although I still call them Mr. And Mrs. Weasley.

But then came the week with Draco. It was fantastic. It was wonderful. Just when I thought that things were perfect, and that life couldn't get any better; he always did something to prove me wrong. Life could be better. And better.

In Diagon Alley we talked, shopped, walked around without doing a thing. We shopped a lot. You would never believe how much clothes Draco has. (Even though he would deny it with such determination that it's obvious he really think he hasn't got that much clothes.)

We also spent a lot of time in the hotel room.

On the third night with Draco, I woke up in the middle of the night. I don't know why, but Draco was looking at me. He just looked, and looked; just kept staring. I wondered if he would ever blink again.

"Draco?" I asked, curious.

He blinked. Obviously he hadn't realised that I was awake.

To respond he just kissed me lightly. I had felt it before. That strange feeling of something really strong. Something that was impossible to describe, more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. But this time it was stronger than ever. More passionate.

That's when it hit me. That's when I realised, 'He loves me! He really does!'

That's also when he said it, "Harry, I love you," he said the three words. Those three little words changed my life forever.

"I love you too, Draco," I whispered back.

He leaned over me again, and kissed me with such intensity that I felt it in my very soul. I really felt the heat. I felt the fervent passion- it was so powerful.

I lost my virginity that night.

It was wonderful, and it will forever be etched in my memory. One of the best memories I have, even though we've made love that was much, much more strong, powerful and better and more pleasurable since that night...

But it was my first time. And that will always stay with me.

It was Draco's second. He'd been with Pansy Parkinson once before, just a month or so before we became friends. He says that it was a desperate way to try and forget all about me, when he still had believed he could never have me. And I know it's true, and I'm okay with it. He calls me his first anyway. Because with Pansy it had only been about sex; the two of us made love. And that's what's different. And that's why nothing else, nothing in our past, mattered.

We didn't act shy, as I thought we would; as I'd been sure I would act. It wasn't great, but it was all about us, and I don't think I've ever felt more alive than I did that night.

Everywhere he touched me; everywhere he kissed me; everywhere he licked me. He was so tender, so loving. So gentle.

The sounds I made.

The sounds he made! They were the most wonderful things I've ever heard! And I still love hearing them. I still love making him sound like that. The loud moans; the quiet growls; the sweet sighs; the soft humming's of pleasure.

After the kiss, he started wandering downwards; he kissed my neck, and made small love bites everywhere. I was breathing heavily, trying hard not to lose control.

I touched every part of his body that I could reach. His beautiful, silky long hair, his lean, but muscular body, which was so pale, and I'm vaguely aware of that I was thinking that our different skin tones looked so perfect together.

He licked a path around my navel the same time as he removed my boxers. I gasped.

"Are you okay?" he looked up at me, his grey eyes mirroring everything I've ever dreamed of.

A nod.

"Are you sure? Are you ready?" his hand trembled as he touched my arm, making me get goose flesh over all my body.

"Yes," I think I was slightly desperate, and almost cried out that word, but I'm not sure.

He went back to the work on my navel, and as he stroked his long finger just under the most ticklish spot, below my waistline, I shivered uncontrollably. He looked at me once more, a small lopsided smile on his lips, "You like this?" he did it again.

I really wanted to answer, but I was momentarily incapable of speech, and I cursed myself for not being able to scream, "YES! I LOVE IT!" Then I think I moved on pure instinct, and arched my back, and I thrust my hips upwards, towards him, where he was over me.

He smiled again, and then he kissed, and licked and touched me up and down, and it was so wonderful. It was a completely new experience for me. His warm mouth, his warm breath, his tender caresses, him asking me if I'm alright, his words of encouragement when I did something right, or the words so full of love, "You're so beautiful.", "You're so wonderful.", "You're mine.", "I love you,". That's something I never ever thought I would get to hear, not from anyone.

Then he came back, kissing me thoroughly as he was grinding his hips against mine, stroking my face at the same time. Even though we've had more significant lovemaking's than that first time, I'll never forget the way his breathing slowly increased in tempo, or how the movements became faster, or the way his blond hair slowly plastered on his forehead and in the neck as he started to sweat. And I'll never, ever forget that very first time he gasped, "Harry..." when he came.

End Chapter seven

A/N- Well. Our two favourite boys have taken things a step further. Will everything be alright from now on? Will they live happily ever after?

And I just wanted to say that if this was very mild and gentle, (I don't know what you think is mild and similar, but that's not the point,) it's because I've never written a scene like this before, and... well. I don't really know how to write it. But I hope you people like it, even though it wasn't hardcore in the slightest, only loads and loads of fluff, and so much silly romance. –laughs-