A/N - Just a reminder that this chapter is rated R - hard R, so proceed with caution. Also, this hasn't been edited yet, but I was impatient to get it out because I know you guys have been waiting quite patiently for it. The tale of Jack is at the bottom of this page, for those who are interested. It's just in note form, it's not really a story or anything. Sorry about the delay, but it will probably be about two more weeks before the next chapter isup as it isthe last one and I want to make sure that it's perfect before posting it. Thanks again to my faithful reviewers and I hope you enjoy the rest. Cheers!


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I thank whatever gods there are that the guard handling me removes my cuffs before brutally shoving me down through the trapdoor. I can only hope that Draco receives the same courtesy.

I hit the packed dirt floor painfully hard and roll over with a groan, the air momentarily knocked out of me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I hear Draco land to my right, and then the sudden and loud bang of the trapdoor slamming shut, plunging us into total darkness and wrapping us in silence.

I've never felt so relieved.

Draco curses the moronic guards then shuffles over to try and locate me in the dark. I open my eyes and reach a hand out towards him, I bump my fingers against his knee and he immediately clasps my hand in his and gives it a squeeze.

"You okay?" he whispers.

I nod, then realise he can't see me. "Yeah."

"Fucking Vark," Draco mutters darkly.

I'm uncomfortably aware of my hand still being held in Draco's, and I feel strangely awkward, like I'm expected to immediately drop trou and bend over. I mean, that's the reason Draco wanted to come down here, isn't it?

"Harry?"

I remove my hand and sit up. "Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're okay? You're awfully quiet."

"I'm fine," I lie easily, leaning back against the dirt wall behind me.

"Don't you know who you're talking to?" Draco says, smirk evident. "I'm a Slytherin, and therefore an excellent liar, which in return also makes me an excellent lie detector." He shifts over, searching for me in the dark, and then leans up against the wall beside me, touching shoulders. "Are you regretting this already?"

I think hard before answering. "No, I'm honestly not, but…"

"What?"

"This kind of feels…cheap. Like renting a hotel room by the hour."

Draco surprises me by laughing. "Oh Harry, this is more than just sex."

"It is?" I frown, wondering what else he had in mind.

"Yes." He kisses me swiftly on the cheek and speaks quietly into my ear. "We get to spend some much needed time together, and get to know eachother – properly. We don't have to hide, this is our freedom. If you'd rather not make love, I'd understand. I know it's not the most ideal of places to lose ones virginity."

I smile and rest my head on his shoulder, already feeling myself relax. "Hey, this might be my only chance, and I refuse to die a virgin."

Draco chuckles, his warm breath tickling my ear. "I swear to you, you will not die a virgin, Harry."

I grin into the dark. "I'm so glad we're thinking about the important stuff."

"Hey, sex is the important stuff when you're seventeen."

I want to mention the fact that when you're a seventeen year old with a raving psycho after you, then sex shouldn't be on the top of your to-do list, but I don't want to ruin the mood.

"Did you say 'making love'?" I tease instead.

"Of course," Draco sniffs. "Would you rather I have classed this whole affair up by saying 'buggering in a dirty hole in the ground?'"

"I guess not," I laugh.

"We have an entire week here, I'm not expecting sex right this second."

I gape, glad that he can't see my fish impression. "How…?"

Draco smiles against my hair. "Because I know you, Harry, you're a romantic at heart."

"And I like to be finessed before being fucked senseless?"

"Hmm…maybe I don't know you as well as I thought. That's quite the mouth you have on you." Draco sounds honestly surprised.

"You haven't seen anything yet."

I turn my head and run my tongue around the shell of Draco's ear.

Draco gasps slightly. "What happened to the finessing stage?"

I smirk and continue to trail my lips down away from his ear and to his very tempting throat. "This is it, baby," I purr.

Draco suddenly grabs me by the shoulders and kisses me hard on the mouth. I moan against his fervent lips, the contact creating sparks in my gut. He pulls away, leaving me slightly breathless.

"Don't call me baby," he says in a deep and sexy tone.

I snicker and lean in close to his ear. "I can do whatever I want, I'm Harry Potter."

"Call me baby one more time and you will live to regret it."

I have to say it, if just to complete the bad porno movie scene.

"Make me."

I can't keep a straight face and immediately dissolve into laughter. Draco holds out a few seconds longer than I, but ultimately cracks and his laughter soon rivals my own in volume.

I recover my breath and lean back against the wall. "I think I've spoiled the mood."

"Way to go, Potter," Draco says. "I take back what I said, I don't think there's a romantic bone in your body."

"This place doesn't exactly inspire," I say bemusedly, waving a hand in the dark.

"What's not to like?" Draco asks, looking around. "It's dark and quiet, and we're all alone for an entire week."

"I don't know about you, but I prefer candles, soft, thick blankets, a roaring fire, and champagne, to a dank, dirty, hole in the ground."

"I guess you're the girl in this relationship," Draco muses, straight-faced.

I punch him in the arm. "Prat."

"You're so uncivilised - git."

I smile. "Arse."

"Pillock."

"Wanker."

"Brat."

"Gryffindor."

"Slytherin."

"Dumbledore's pet."

"Snape's…" My smile instantly fades as I realize what I was about to say. "Sorry," I say quickly, seeking out Draco's hand.

Draco sighs and slips his hand easily into my own. "It's okay."

I shift uncomfortably in the dark, the mood suddenly sombre. "I never really asked you, but…it must've been hard to find him like…like that. You must miss him."

"Yeah, I do." He sighs again. "I think what hurts the most is everyone believing that I could've done it, that I could've killed him. I knew him better than anyone, except perhaps Dumbledore, and maybe even better than him. He was my only ally at school, the person I could trust the most, who could teach me things beyond the classroom."

"Was it he who convinced you to switch sides?" I ask, idly stroking my thumb over the top of his hand.

"In a way, I suppose. He told me like it was. He listed the benefits and pitfalls of both sides, then stepped back and let me decide for myself. He never tried to influence me either way. I even wondered if he thought it best that I remain neutral, and not pick any side."

"He must have really cared about you."

Draco is silent, but the slight rustle in fabric lets me know that he's nodding.

"He might've been mean to me almost beyond reason, but he saved my life quite a few times, and he was a very powerful and brave wizard for our side," I offer truthfully, thinking back on the cold and imposing man.

We're both silent for awhile, remembering.

"He didn't deserve to die like that," Draco suddenly says with vehemence.

"No he didn't," I agree quietly.

"Cursed in the dark, not even in a proper battle like he was preparing for, but by some weak, cowardly bastard who took it upon himself to take out a suspicious Death Eater."

"Do you think you know who did it?" I ask, frowning.

"No, but I wish I did. I would kill them the minute I got out of here."

I bite my lip, thinking. "I wonder if the murderer is from the dark side or the light."

"Who on our side would kill him?" Draco asks, puzzled.

"I don't know." I shrug. "But…what if someone suspected him of being more loyal to Voldemort than to Dumbledore?"

"Who did you have in mind?"

"I don't know." I shrug again. "No one, really. I was just thinking out loud I guess."

"Hmm…" Draco hums thoughtfully. "The only one I know who would have possibly have been in that position, is you. Everyone else in the Order trusts him."

"You don't think…?"

"No." Draco gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. "I just meant that you're the only person who ever doubted his loyalty among our ranks, but I know you would never do something like that to him just because of personal differences. You're much too good." He lifts my hand a places a quick kiss to my skin.

I smile and snuggle into his side a little closer. "Good."

"Have you ever killed someone?" Draco asks after a pause.

I shake my head. "No, but I almost did."

"Who?"

"My godfather."

"Oh…right. I'd forgotten about that whole incident. I guess you're pretty relieved now that you didn't do it."

"Can you imagine if I'd never found out the truth about his innocence? If I'd just killed him without question?" I shudder. The thought had been haunting me ever since my third year.

"But you didn't, and that's what matters."

"I wanted to kill Belletrix Lestrange in the Ministry of Magic in my fifth year."

"You should have," Draco says with conviction.

"Maybe… I don't know. Isn't it strange how both events revolve around Sirius?"

"Not really," Draco says, pulling me closer and resting his chin in my hair. "Sirius was practically your father and only family member, of course you're going to react strongly to anything involving him."

I close my eyes with a sigh. "Let's not talk about death anymore, this is supposed to be our time to be happy."

"Very happy," Draco insinuates, causing me to smile.

"I was so worried that you were going to rebuff me after that article in the Prophet," I say, toying with the frayed cuff of my shirt.

"And I thought you were going to," Draco replies.

"Wow, we're both pretty insecure, huh?" I grin.

Draco laughs softly and nods.

"I'm actually a little amazed that you didn't freak out," I continue tentatively.

"Me too," Draco admits. "At first I was just so completely shocked, then I began to think about it, and I realized that there was nothing anyone could do to us that would make me regret or want to stop having what we have together."

"Really?" I say, feeling my heart swell at his quietly uttered sentiments.

"Yes, really."

"Same goes for me, too. Especially after what Remus said."

"Oh, that reminds me." Draco sits up and I can hear him rustling around in the dark. "His little care package."

"Oh yeah…" I reach into my own pocket with a grin and remove the pouch holding my new toothbrush, paste, mouthwash, and floss.

"We'll be needing this for our little holiday here," Draco says in amusement.

I chuckle as I upturn the pouch and let the contents spill into my hands.

"We don't have any water," Draco points out.

"There's always the toilet water," I reply.

"That's disgusting." Draco shudders and we both stop to listen to the faint gurgling of the broken toilet in the far corner opposite.

"Maybe there's a sink somewhere," I suggest, putting Remus' present back into my pocket and getting on my hands and knees to have a look around.

"Tell me if you find anything."

"Just so you know, I'm sticking my tongue out at you," I say over my shoulder as I begin to crawl around our cell, looking for any kind of hand basin or water source.

"Too bad I can't see it," Draco replies smartly.

I roll my eyes and continue to search. Surprisingly, I locate a cracked ceramic jug filled with tap water. And even more surprising, it magically refills with more tepid water every time some of the water is lost. I clutch my new find to my chest and crawl back to Draco.

"You owe me," I say smugly, plunking the jug down between us, causing water to slosh over the sides.

Draco touches the jug reverently. "Gods, it's been so long since I've seen magic."

I start in surprise. It's true, we haven't seen or performed magic in such a long time. I know how Draco's feeling, like it's a piece of home, comforting in way.

"What I wouldn't give just to hold my wand again and do a simple Wingardium Leviosa," I sigh wistfully.

After forcing the jug to refill several times, just for the sake of causing some magic, we both settle down and brush our teeth. Then floss. Then mouthwash. And then do it all again.

It's heavenly.

I inhale deeply, the mint going straight up into my nose. My teethe feel clean and shiny, my mouth refreshed, and my tongue non-fuzzy.

"This water isn't too cold," Draco says, slipping his dental supplies back into his pocket. "We could even wash with it, since we're going to be in here for much longer this time."

"Good idea, and don't say it," I warn.

"What?" he replies innocently.

"I'm not sinking to your level."

Draco smirks and slips his arms around my waist. I let out a very undignified sort of squeal as he suddenly pulls me into his lap, my knees automatically falling to either side of him, effectively causing me to straddle his lap.

"Because we'll be working up quite a sweat in here?" he purrs seductively.

Even though he's being an idiot, I can't help but feel turned on by his voice – and the fact that my groin is pressed quite firmly against his.

"You still owe me from this morning," I say, loosely draping my arms around his neck.

"Ah, that's right." Draco leans in and rubs his cheek against mine before dropping down to kiss my throat.

"Mmm…" I hum happily as Draco continues to taste my skin, and I tilt my head to one side and close my eyes as the feeling goes right down to my toes.

Draco comes back up and whispers into my ear, "And no interruptions this time."

I slide my arms around his back and kiss him fully on the mouth; a hungry, devouring sort of kiss. I open my mouth and he immediately pushes his tongue inside to stroke against my own. Now my entire body is tingling, not to mention the tightness growing at an alarming rate in my trousers.

I moan and start to lean back, pulling Draco with me. I lay down on the dirt floor and Draco quickly covers my body with his own.

"Remind me to thank Lupin later," Draco mutters against my skin, as he burns a trail down my throat and over my collarbone.

"Mmm…" I nod in agreement, the minty taste of Draco's mouth a very welcome change.

Draco kneels up and begins to unbutton my shirt. As soon as he has it fully opened, I sit up and shrug out of it while he removes his own shirt at a rapid pace.

I lie back down and suddenly Draco's bare chest is against my own, and oh god…it's heavenly. He's so warm and silky smooth, and I can't seem to stop my hands from roaming everywhere, mapping out his beautiful body.

"I wish I could see you," I whisper longingly, nibbling at his earlobe.

"I wish you could see me too," he says, his usual drawl punctuated with a quiet moan.

I chuckle and spread my legs a little wider so that Draco's lower body will rest comfortably between them. And oh the pressure that creates on just the right spot… I experimentally thrust my hips upwards and we both groan aloud at the wonderful feeling.

Draco sits up once again and runs his hands down my chest until his fingers brush the worn tie on my trousers. He pulls the strings free and slowly slides them down my legs along with my boxers. I lift my feet slightly and he pulls everything off, leaving me completely naked - except that he can't see it.

What he can't see, he makes up for by feeling; he starts at my feet and massages them with care, then slowly moves on to my calves, rubbing in slow, methodical circles, massaging the muscle with just the right amount of pressure. When his hands reach my inner thighs, I can't stop myself from shivering and letting out an impatient whine. Draco chuckles and, with the lightest of touches, trails his fingers back and forth over the sensitive skin, teasing on the brink of tickling.

I let my head fall back and close my eyes, giving in to the sensation. I can't see a thing, all I can do is feel. His fingers are soon replaced by his warm, wet mouth. I whimper again as he kisses his way up my inner thigh towards my aching groin.

I let out a loud, wanton moan as he tentatively flicks out his tongue and begins to lap at my balls. I clench my fingers in the dirt ground on either side of me. Draco continues to use his tongue as he nuzzles his cheek against my stiff erection. I can even feel the wetness leaking from the tip of my cock on his cheek as he rubs against me.

I want to scream (and just barely manage not to), when he places his tongue against the base of my prick and licks in one long, firm stroke; root to tip. I moan my encouragement as he swirls his tongue around the head, gathering more pre-come as he tastes and hums his approval.

"Is this okay?" he asks breathlessly, pausing.

"Uhh…yes – yes." I thrust my hips up off the ground impatiently, wanting more. My cock is absolutely throbbing now, bordering on painful.

There's a rustle of fabric and a shifting of dirt as – I can only assume – Draco removes his own trousers and tosses them aside.

He quickly returns his mouth to my cock and I moan at the unexpected touch. I can feel his erection sliding against my leg as he bends over his task. I raise my knee slightly and rub against his cock and heavy ball sacs beneath. Draco moans and presses back against my leg. I can feel the trail of liquid he leaves behind with every pass as he shamelessly ruts against me.

I sink my fingers into his soft hair as he slips the head of my penis into his mouth, tentatively sucking it in curiosity. I arch my back and have to force myself to keep from thrusting up into his mouth.

His mouth is slowly sinking further and further down on my shaft as he takes me in as much as he can without gagging. I appreciate the gesture and continue to moan my approval very audibly.

I can feel the gathering of pressure in my gut, the warning signal that the journey is about to reach it's peak, and I quickly open my eyes and pull Draco's head up off of my trembling prick.

"Stop! Don't make me come yet," I pant.

"Why?" Draco's voice is hoarse and breathless.

"I want to wait for you."

Draco crawls up my body and kisses me passionately, his erection now pressing into my own, and I feel as though I could die from the absolute perfection and overwhelming sensations.

"Tell me what you want, Harry," he asks, kissing my cheek with a soft kind of tenderness that makes me want to cry.

I have to swallow before answering. "I want you inside me." I blush, but the words come out strong and confident.

Draco's breath hitches and he kisses me again with intensity.

"We don't have any…uh, lube," he says haltingly. "This –this could be painful, Harry. I don't want to hurt you."

I think he is determined to make me cry.

"It's okay," I say. "Just go slow."

Draco thrusts once more against my cock, creating a burst of pleasure just beneath the skin. I moan.

"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop," he instructs seriously.

In actuality, I do feel a little scared. I've never gone this far before, and as much as I really, really want it – it's also making my stomach flutter nervously. I know that it will probably hurt, but there's no way in hell that I'm stopping this now. I want this – I want Draco, to be this close to him, to feel this connection with him. It's enough to override any misgivings that I might be having.

"Get on your hands and knees," Draco orders quietly.

I swallow and lick my lips as I scramble to obey and arrange myself so that my arse is facing where Draco is sitting, waiting.

I jump in surprise when Draco's tongue is suddenly on me, lapping enthusiastically at my entrance. It feels strange. The idea is a little repulsive to me, but Draco seems fine with it – more than fine actually.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" I gasp.

"No - why? Am I that good?" he smirks, then promptly places a wet, noisy kiss on one of my arse cheeks.

I giggle before I can stop myself. "You're such an idiot."

"Stop talking, Potter," Draco commands. "You're ruining the mood."

"Sorry," I apologize, "I have a habit of doing that."

Draco snorts softly and returns to work. I gasp a little when the tip of his tongue penetrates my hole a little. Oh! That feels…good.

"Uhn…" I groan aloud.

Draco stops and kneels behind me, his erection nudging up against my crevice. He leans over my back and pulls me up a little, his fingers just under my chin.

"Put these in your mouth," he instructs. "Get them nice and wet."

"You have done this before," I accuse with a smirk before opening my mouth and sucking on his long, salty digits.

Once they're good and slicked, Draco removes them from my mouth and I lay back down on my back. I grab beneath my thighs and hoist my legs up to my chest in preparation.

Draco reaches out and runs a hand down the back of my thigh to my entrance once more, then deftly inserts one wet finger. I breathe out slowly, almost meditatively, and close my eyes. My body relaxes and Draco slowly moves his finger in and out, a little deeper each time.

Again, it's a very strange sensation. I'm glad Draco is the one doing it, I would feel all awkward and unsure. It doesn't really feel bad, but it doesn't feel good either. It's just…odd.

Draco carefully inserts another finger and repeats the process.

"Does that feel…gross?" I have to ask.

"No." Draco shakes his head. "It's very warm and soft. How do you feel?"

"Fine," I answer truthfully, relaxing further as we talk.

"Are you ready now?"

I try not to tense at his words. "Yeah, just – just go slow, okay?"

"I promise."

Draco's hand is still absently caressing the back of my thigh as he shifts closer. The contact is very calming and I close my eyes in preparation. I suddenly feel the head of his penis bump against my arse and I unconsciously tense.

"It's okay, Harry…I promise I won't hurt you…" Draco continues to utter quiet words of encouragement and reassurance as he carefully lines himself up then pushes inside.

I hiss under my breath as he enters my body. As careful as Draco is being, it still hurts a little, but I've been through worse, and I just keep reminding myself that as he sinks deeper and deeper.

"There," Draco exhales loudly, now fully embedded. It seems he was holding his breath the entire time. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I nod, relaxing my body as best I can.

It doesn't really hurt now, I just feel very…full. I'd forgotten just how well-endowed Draco was.

Draco leans forward and kisses me lightly on the lips. I relax further and sigh into his mouth. His hips begin to thrust as he places light kisses to every available patch of skin he can reach on my upper body.

I reach down and begin to stroke myself as he continues, quickly strengthening my waning erection. The pleasure is now on par with any feelings of discomfort. The thought that Draco is now inside me is such an amazing realization that I moan aloud. Draco takes that as a signal to increase his speed.

I let go of my thighs and let my legs fall, wrapping them around his waist. Draco lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock, now fully engorged, and I pump my hand faster, keeping pace.

Draco braces his arms on either side of me, his breath now coming faster and heavier, his cock sliding easily in and out of my body. He rises up on his hands and he changes angles as he pounds into me with unbridled enthusiasm, a soft moan issuing forth with every breath.

My eyes snap open and my body bucks beneath him as he suddenly hits something deep inside me.

"Harry…?" he pants in concern, pausing.

"Don't fucking stop," I gasp.

He lets out a breathy chuckle and immediately begins his assault on my prostate once more. I throw my head back and moan his name, now understanding the wonderful addiction that is sex.

"Harry…" Draco breathes, his hips losing all rhythm as he thrusts ruthlessly.

"Touch me," I beg, circling one hand around his wrist and pulling it towards me.

My back arches right off the ground as his warm, damp hand wraps around my throbbing cock and begins to pump firmly.

"Fuck, I'm so close…" Draco is now pressing against my prostate on nearly every stroke, and his strong hand is tossing me off for all he's worth. It's almost too much to handle.

"Me too," he answers back, eyes closed in pleasure.

And then he's there, repeating my name over and over as he freezes inside my body and a flood of warmth suddenly erupts within. I wish I could see his face, his expression at that moment. He gives a few last feeble thrusts as his orgasm fades and then slowly pulls out of me.

Before I can say a word, his mouth is back on my cock and sucking greedily. I moan and toss my head from side to side, burying my hands in his silvery hair. It doesn't take long before I'm coming into his mouth and down his throat. The orgasm is powerful and rips through my body, and all I can think is that it's so much better then when I wank myself off.

Through the post-coital haze, I vaguely wonder if Draco swallowed my come, and if I would ever be able to do that with him. The thought doesn't make me grimace as much as it used to.

Draco crawls up beside me and wraps me in his arms. We're both sweaty and sticky, and I'm pretty sure my back is now coated with mud, but I don't think either of us feels like moving an inch right now. I just want to lie here and enjoy the after glow.

"Was that alright?" Draco finally asks, his voice sounding almost foreign from the note of insecurity.

"It was perfect," I reply firmly. "How did you know…er, so much?"

Draco nuzzles into my messy hair, murmuring quietly, "I've read a few books. Ones that I found hidden in the Manor library."

"Oh." I'm not quite sure what to say to that, I don't really think this is the most appropriate time to be talking about his father.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" I close my eyes as his breath blows softly across my cheek.

"This is going to sound really trite, but…thank you." I open my mouth in surprise. "Please don't say anything," he continues. "Just know that I appreciate everything you've done for me and for giving me a chance to not be such an arse all the time. It's nice to know that someone wants me to be myself, whatever that entails."

I smile and kiss his shoulder. "I once watched a movie where the two lovers were very different, and most would say incompatible - one being very put together and the other being kind of a mess - but despite all the doubts and feelings of inadequacies, one of them says: I like you just the way you are."

I try not to think of Hermione then, as it's one of her favourite movies. I swallow past the lump in my throat and only think of the wonderful, caring man whose arms I am currently lying in.

"Am I the 'put together' one?" Draco asks with a smile.

"He was also the gorgeous one in the relationship," I say ruefully.

"You are gorgeous, Harry," Draco says seriously, his arms tightening around me. "Even covered in grime."

I smile and snuggle closer.

"I would compare us to Romeo and Juliet," he says, musingly.

I yawn as Draco pulls our discarded uniforms up and over our cooling bodies. I feel very tired indeed now.

"Without the tragic ending," I murmur sleepily, my eyes falling shut.

"G'night, Harry," Draco smiles, kissing my hair once more before closing his eyes.

"Night, Draco."

I think it was the best night's sleep I ever had.

The next six days pass like a dream; not one argument, not once did I wonder if Draco and I could really work together. We talked and talked, and I now feel closer to him than I've ever felt with anyone. While I usually told me ex-friends almost everything, they never really understood me. They'd listen, but they didn't really know how it felt to go through everything that I have. Draco understands, without pity and without dismissing my insecurities. That's what is so refreshing, that's what I cherish about being with him.

But a brief spell in paradise can only last so long.

"I can't believe this is our last night here."

I don't want to think about going back to our cell, to a place where we can't be affectionate and open about our relationship. It's going to be so much harder now that we've experienced this wonderful freedom and closeness - not to mention the amazing sex.

"I know," Draco says quietly, combing his fingers through my tangled hair as we lie on the floor together; my head resting on his stomach.

I turn my head and look up at him. "Will you still want to be with me if we ever get out of here?"

"When we get out of here - yes. Unless I'm sick of you by then." He smirks.

I shudder, thinking about how many years some of the other inmates have been in here.

"What?" he questions, feeling the slight tremor in my body.

"I don't want to be in here for years. I don't think I could handle it…"

"You'll have me." Draco cups my cheek and smiles.

Despite all my fears and doubts, Draco still manages to make me feel safe. He's so confident and sure.

"Thank the gods for that," I smile, placing my hand over his.

Draco returns to playing with my hair and I close my eyes with a sigh. "We'll sure throw the papers into a frenzy when we're released."

I groan inwardly. "Fucking press," I mutter. "I wish they'd leave me alone."

"But our picture will be in the paper," Draco says brightly.

I groan aloud this time. "Great."

"And we can make a collage of every single picture and frame it, then hang it on our wall."

"Our wall?" I repeat in amusement.

"We'll be sharing a place of course."

"Will we now?" I chuckle.

"Yes," he says with conviction. "Either a really nice flat or an old Victorian style house. And we'll have lots nice, expensive furniture and huge walk-in closets."

I smile, feeling a strange fluttering in my stomach. "You've really thought about this haven't you?"

"I always plan ahead," he says matter-of-factly.

"What else?" I ask, closing my eyes again and just listening to his voice.

"Well, if we're living in the old house, then I see lots of property as far as the eye can see, and a stable with horses. The house is painted a bright white with dark green shutters. We'll have house elves tending to the garden, and the cooking and cleaning, leaving us to enjoy the day at our leisure. The house will be laid with hardwood flooring, and the walls will be painted in various shades of tan and beige, except for our room, which will be a dark wine red. Very tasteful furniture will be set throughout the house, and we'll never lack for anything."

"And if we're living in the city?" I ask.

"I've changed my mind, I don't want to live in a flat anymore. I want the house in the country."

I shake my head with a smile. "I never picked you for a country boy, Draco."

"Well, it's not like I see us milking cows and shovelling manure or anything. I just want a home with no one else around, and some peace and quiet. And we can always Apparate to the city if we need to."

"Mmm…that sounds nice," I murmur in agreement.

"What do you see Harry?"

"Everything you just said, plus an art studio so you can take up painting again."

Draco leans down and kisses me on the lips. "You remembered," he says, genuinely surprised.

"Sure." I shrug. "That was the first time I thought of you as someone who maybe didn't torture kittens for fun on holidays, and actually had a sensitive human side to him."

"Thanks," Draco says witheringly.

I smile and shuffle upwards so that we're lying side by side. "I also see a movie room, with a big, plush sofa and a large screen. And a popcorn maker that makes popcorn that never gets cold, and mugs of butterbeer that never empty."

Draco snorts softly, but I can tell he's smiling.

"And a huge Olympic sized swimming pool in the back yard," I add dreamily. "With a hot tub attached at one end."

"For midnight skinny-dipping adventures."

I laugh. "Definitely."

We both lie in silence for a few minutes, lost in thoughts of the what-if future waiting for us.

"We'll have to be careful about who we tell where we're living, or else the media will set up tents outside our house. We don't want any skinny-dipping photos ending up in the Prophet."

"That would definitely be one for the collage."

I smile and press a kiss to the side of his neck, inhaling the smell of his skin, which has remained remarkably pure and intoxicating despite our current conditions.

"We can always set up wards and hire security," Draco says, rubbing his chin over the top of my head.

My happiness fades a little as I truly think of how we will have to live in the wizarding world after all this. Not only will the media be hounding us, but the general public will call us names and maybe even be a threat to our safety.

"I guess I'm not everyone's precious hero anymore," I say bitterly.

Draco puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. "You may not be a hero to some, but have you ever thought about the part you are now playing for others? The good you are doing to the hundreds of closeted wizards out there too afraid to come out and be themselves?"

"I…I'm not making a difference."

"But you are, Harry. Can you imagine young gay boys seeing that the famous Harry Potter is gay and proud of it? You'll start a revolution."

I roll my eyes with a snort. "Sure…"

"Even if you don't make homosexuality an accepted thing, you'll still make hundreds of others feel better about themselves. They won't feel so alone, they won't think that there's something wrong with them, as if they're sick or twisted."

I smile a little and give his hand a squeeze. "Thanks."

"Just telling you like it is," he shrugs.

I press myself to his side, then smile up at him in surprise. "You're hard."

"What do you expect? You kissed my neck."

I learned early on that Draco's neck is his weakness, a couple of kisses and he melts like butter.

I laugh and trail my lips up and down his throat, pausing to suck on particularly soft or tempting spots.

"Mmm…" Draco moans and tilts his head to the side to give me more room.

I rise up slightly, my chest now half on his, and attack his throat in earnest, marking his pale skin. The evidence will be clear as day when we're sent back to our cell tomorrow.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" I hum against his skin.

Draco lets out another soft moan. "Can you…would you…top tonight?"

I pull back. "Do you want me to?"

"I want our relationship to be equal."

"Draco, that doesn't mean that we have to-"

"Please, Harry. It's important."

I frown, wishing for the thousandth time that I could see his face and read whatever expression was written there.

"Is this about your father?" I finally ask.

"I don't – I just…" Draco breaks off and shakes his head.

I reach out and stroke my hand down his cheek. "I understand. You don't want to always be in the position of dominance, like your father. You want to be able to show that our relationship is a partnership and not a dictatorship."

"Yeah." Draco sighs in relief. "Maybe you should be a psychiatrist or something."

I smile and rest my chin on his chest. "I just understand how a person's childhood can sometimes affect you later in life. Bottom line for you: you don't want to be like your father."

"Right."

"Good. Now let's talk about something else," I suggest, noticing that Draco's erection had waned somewhat during our conversation.

"Or let's not talk at all," he drawls in that tone of voice that makes me shiver.

He definitely knows my weak points as well.

His legs come up around my hips as I lean in to kiss him full on the mouth. I shift my body so that I am lying flush on top of him. We hardly put on our clothes at all this past week, except when the Vark were scheduled to deliver our meagre meals through the trapdoor, and the feel of skin on skin is still as intoxicating as the first time we touched.

Draco runs his hands over my buttocks and squeezes, bringing my hips down harder into him as he lets out a moan. I nibble on one of his nipples then lick over it, lapping at the small nub as it hardens in my mouth. Draco moans and thrusts up into me, his hardened cock rubbing against my lower abdomen and leaving a thin trail of moisture.

I moan around his other nipple as I place my mouth around it and suck, pressing my tongue out and stroking over it every once and awhile.

"Fuck, Harry…" he pants, arching his back. "I want you inside me."

I moan loudly and grasp his prick in one hand, beginning to stroke it slowly, as I reach for the water jug and wet my own swollen member jutting out from between my thighs. I quickly prepare Draco with my fingers, eager to be inside him. I can feel Draco clench around my fingers as I add a third one and thrust them in and out.

"Okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," he replies breathlessly. "Go on."

I pour some more water out over my cock then kneel down between his raised legs. I reach out and line myself up with his stretched and waiting entrance. My heart is beating rapidly within my chest as I cautiously guide the head of my penis to his hole. I bite my lip as I slowly ease inside, forcing in as carefully as I can past the tight ring of muscle. I pause and Draco relaxes some more, then I push deeper. We continue this until I am buried deep within him, my balls pressed up against his arse.

I let out a soft moan and brace my arms on either side of him.

"You okay?" I ask, forcing myself not to move within him until he says so.

"Yeah…that feels great."

I pull out of him slightly then push back in, his tight channel gripping and stroking my erection within him. It's a wonder I don't come right away. I keep the slow pace for a few strokes, easing Draco into it and extending my pleasure for as long as possible.

"Oh god…" I moan helplessly. "That feels amazing."

"Faster…" Draco moans, thrusting up to meet me.

I brace my weight on my elbows, my bare chest now resting on his, and quicken my pace. His body is so soft and pliant below mine, and his warmth is all around me. He snakes a hand between our bodies and begins to stroke himself, his finely muscled bicep rubbing against my stomach as he pumps his cock.

I lean down and kiss him, thrusting my tongue out and licking his bottom lip, then nibbling on it. He brings his tongue out to play with mine and I moan into his mouth. Hands, tongues, and hips are now all moving furiously, with an uncontrolled passion, burning and fusing our bodies together.

"Harder," he urges plaintively.

The position feels awkward and I can't get any more leverage to push harder.

"Get on your hands and knees," I pant, pulling out of him.

Draco moans at the sudden loss and quickly turns over to comply.

I immediately get behind him and push my straining cock back into his warm passage. We both moan at the almost painful sparks of pleasure. I place one hand on his hip and reach the other around to grip the weeping prick standing stiffly between his legs.

I thrust into him at a furious pace, our skin slapping harshly amidst moans and gasps of pleasure.

"Fuck – yes…yes…" I moan, my hips now snapping forward in quick, sharp jabs.

"Harry…" Draco moans, clenching his muscles around my cock.

I cry out as the orgasm hits me with a sudden ferocity. I call out his name over and over as I empty myself into his willing body, my hips still thrusting all the while. My breath is coming in short pants as I open my eyes and slowly pull my softening cock from his body. It now hangs limp and heavy from between my thighs, coated in my own seed.

"Harry…" Draco pleads, the sound of flesh on flesh still in the air as he strokes himself.

I urge him to turn over and I swallow him to the root in one go. His hands tangle in my hair, fingers clenching tightly, as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat and he cries out. His warm seed pulses into my mouth and I swallow it down without a second thought, suckling his cock as he comes down from orgasm, the last of his come dribbling from the tip of his penis as he releases his hold on my hair and his body falls limp and sated beneath me.

I drop his softened cock from my mouth and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

"C'mere."

I crawl back up his sweaty body and snuggle into him as he wraps his arms around me. I can feel his heartbeat beneath my ear, it's rapid pace coinciding with his breathing as we both begin to calm down, and the inevitable feeling of sleepiness comes over us.

He kisses my hair and I sigh in contentment.

"I don't want to leave," I say, thinking of tomorrow.

"Me neither."

"Can we stage another fight do you think?" I ask hopefully.

Draco chuckles, the reverberations rumbling under my cheek. "I love you, Harry."

I stop breathing for all of three seconds, then find that I have to swallow thickly. "I love you, too, Draco," I say, only now realizing that I think I've been in love with him for quite some time.

Determined not to make too big a deal out of it, I reach beside us and pull our uniforms back up over our bodies, trying to keep the heat cocooned around our tangled limbs.

"Goodnight, Harry," Draco says, settling down and closing his eyes with a sigh.

"'Night, Draco."

With my eyes oddly wet and a lump in my throat, I close my eyes and drift off. Draco's strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe.


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The Tale of Jack (or Richard Hannigan III)

Jack was not a law-abiding man, but he was a good man. He grew up poor and was ousted onto the streets at a very young age. He stole to survive, but he never dealt in the Dark arts, he was a petty thief and a great guy to go drinking with at the pub.

At the age of thirty-one, he met and fell in love with a young woman named Alice. He met her in Hogsmeade one cold, wintery day, and they sought refuge from the snow at the Hog's Head. There they talked and laughed and both knew at once that they'd met their match. Alice was vibrant and full of life, and had just enough mischeviousness about her to interest him. They complimented eachother perfectly.

Soon they were spending many afternoons together in the village. Afternoons turned to evenings, and then evenings into nights. Jack knew that he'd fallen in love, one thing he never thought he'd ever experience, especially when that love was returned as powerfully as it was with Alice. He never questioned the fact that she always wanted to meet at the Hogsmeade Inn and not at her home, because he didn't have a suitable home to bring her to. He didn't want sweet, perfect Alice to know what kind of life he led. She was so pure and so beautiful.

Everything was perfect, until one day in late May.

Jack went to meet Alice in their usual hotel room in Hogsmeade, but when he stepped into the room, he was immediately met by a group of policemen and one very irate man by the name of Augustus Brewer. Alice was nowhere in sight.

Jack was quickly informed that he was being arrested and sent to Grace for having had sexual intercourse with a minor.

It turns out Alice was only sixteen and still in school. Jack had had no idea.

Alice's father, Augustus, had found out about her illicit affair through her many reported absences from class, and had contacted the authorities straight away. Alice begged and pleaded with her father to drop the charges, she promised not to see him again as long as he could go free. But her father would have none of it.

The court would have probably decided to Jack's favour, if it hadn't been for all the other crimes he'd been arrested for over the years which now came to play against him. Being a minor, no one would listen to Alice's confessions of love for the handsome criminal, they only thought the worst of him and told her that she was too young to understand that she had been manipulated.

Thecourt continually reached an impasse on his case, and so he was sent to Grace to wait out the years behind the Institute's walls. He quickly became forgotten, lost amongst the many weary faces there.

Then one day, while Harry and Draco were still exploring their new relationship, Jack was summoned to court.

There he saw Alice for the first time in five years. She was still as beautiful as before, only she was now twenty-one and a woman in her own right. She stood strong and determined in that large court room, her father glaring at her from a bench off to the side.

Now a legal adult, Alice pled her case to the courts. Saying that she still loved Jack, had always loved him, and that he should be allowed to go free.

After a short deliberation, the courts decided in her favour. If she would pay Jack's bail, then he was a free man.

Reunited once more, the two lovers departed together; Jack shaking the dust of Grace off of his boots for good.