Title: How do you know?
Author: A very lonely, LonelyNoMore
Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize is owned by the eloquent Mrs. JKRowling, and those affiliated with her. I also mention the name of the famous Barnes and Noble, I don't know who owns it, but if I did, I would certainly give them all the credit in the world! I love that place! If you don't recognize it, it's mine, and I don't have much, though if JKR wants to use any of this (especially the Harry/Draco part HINT! HINT!) she is more than welcome to! After all, she created this lovely universe.
Rating: I am going to play it safe with an "R" or "M" rating for language, and the slash that ensues!
A/N: Thank you to Vampire Jen for continuously reviewing! I don't know what I'd do without your ongoing support. I would also like to thank Doxie. I know Mad-Eye sucks at times, but I love his character, and if you want to get something across that's not of our favorite opinion, he's the perfect character for it. I'm so glad you like it, and again, I have no idea why no one is reading it. I think it's rather decent myself, but then again, I'm biased!
Also like to thank xx Remus xx for reviewing Anyways, hopefully you will read this as well.
There I feel better already! See what reviews can do! The power of words is a mighty thing indeed! Just a heads up this is forever long! But I couldn't stop! I had so much fun writing this! Especially the ending, though it's not very good, at least in my opinion. But feel free to drop me a line on the bottom left there if you feel different!
We were happy for a time, and life just kept going…
I was ecstatic…you asked me to marry you!
I know that I am not good enough for you,
But you love me anyway.
After hearing about the horrid day Draco had at the ministry, Harry had completely forgotten the gift he had bought for him while he was shopping with Ron. He had been glad that day when Draco decided to not go with him. Harry had worried for a bit that he would. Harry had confided in Ron that he was thinking of proposing to Draco, but wanted to wait until the time seemed perfect, and not just any set of rings would do. So Harry employed Ron to help him look in various wizarding shops for a set of charmed rings that Harry knew would just "speak" to him when he saw them. He did not ones that actually spoke, but had heard Draco use that phrase often when shopping. Draco would look through piles of things while shopping and fancied a fair few, but wouldn't buy them unless they "spoke" to him. He explained it as a way to know if something was right. Harry wanted the rings to do that as well. He found such a thing in "The Iced Hue", an old jewelry shop in Diagon Alley. Harry had gone in the shop the first time and looked around a bit before he saw them. They were simple, yet elegant. It was a Celtic twist of white and yellow gold's, identical in every way; when Harry asked to see them he saw that they were interwoven snakes. The engagement rings that went with the set were much simpler, one white gold, and the other yellow gold, also were snakes. The proprietor Madame Maxime, was a friend of Harry's from before the war. Maxime had suffered a lot in the loss of Hagrid, but she had decided to stay to take care of Grawp. So she had brought a number of her items with her from France. These were one of the items. She found the box and the papers that went with them. She scanned down through, they were from Ireland, and were charmed back when Saint Patrick had supposedly chased all the snakes from the island. Two lovers invented these so as not to be found out as pagans.
"According to zhe papers, only two hoose 'earts are promeesed in zhe stars weel be able to bind zheir hearts weeth these rings. So 'arry, you can only use zhe rings eef you are soul mates." That little bit of clarification scared Harry. He knew that he loved Draco, and that Draco said he loved him as well, but were they soul mates? Harry didn't want to ruin what they had if they weren't. How would you tell?
"Umm, Madame Maxime, how exactly would you know if it worked or not?"
Madame Maxime searched down the parchment again and found the answer.
"Zhe snakes vill hiss and zhen bite eef not eemediately taken off."
"Not exactly pleasant then are they?" he asked.
"Vell, it says that when joined by zheir soul mate zhey would join and make two pendants, one for each of 'you. Zhe pendants will alert zhe other if something ees wrong."
Harry thanked the Madame and left to find Ron. They had continued walking around and looking, but he eventually found himself comparing everything to the Celtic rings at Madame Maxime's. He knew that those were the only ones that would ever "speak" to him. So after lunch, Harry and Ron went back and bought them. Madame Maxime seemed convinced that Harry should be the one to have them. Ron thought that they were cool, but snakes still freaked him out a bit. He was glad that Hermione had only wanted nice simple muggle wedding bands. He didn't want to think of something biting him when he went to put them on.
The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The wedding, a mix of both muggle and wizarding traditions, would be held outside at the Burrow. Harry was the best man, and Ginny was the maid of honor. Draco didn't like the muggle tradition of Harry having to walk Ginny down the aisle, and most certainly did not like the idea of Harry having to dance an entire song with her at the reception. Draco had woke up at his usual 6:30 to go running. It usually helped to clear his mind, and gave him something to do until Harry got up. Harry always slept late if he could. Draco was disappointed with himself that he simply could not clear his mind that morning. On the way to Harry's apartment he stopped at the most wonderful muggle store there was Barnes and Noble. Draco went over to Harry's every morning to wake him up, and every morning Draco would stop and get Harry a coffee. Just black. Not cream, no sugar, no double shots of espresso, or chocolate shavings, Harry liked his coffee just black, just like he would always think of himself as "just" Harry. Draco had to laugh; the young man was totally predictable. Draco on the other hand loved experimenting and deciding what he liked best. He felt he could use something different today.
" I will have a double espresso with sugar and a dollop of whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top, Ooh! And add some cinnamon sprinkled on that as well."
Had anyone from the wizarding world seen Draco at that moment they would have laughed. He went into Harry's apartment and was surprised to hear the water running in the shower. 'Perfect' Draco thought. 'I can just hop on in the shower with him, and save some time!' Draco set their cups down and cast a warming spell over them, and quickly undressed as he got to the door. Draco slowly opened the door and had to stifle a giggle as he heard Harry singing in the shower…
"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day, when it's cold outside, I got the month of May, Well, I guess, you say, what can make me feel this way…"
Draco had heard him sing the muggle song before, and knew exactly where to jump in at.
"My boy!"
"Aaarrggghhh! Draco I swear you are trying to kill me scaring me like that! Don't you know how to knock?"
Draco slithered up to Harry with a feral glint in his eyes, making Harry squirm more than just a little.
"I just thought that I would save some time by hopping in with you, if we shower at the same time it would be quicker right?" The smirk on his face trying it's hardest to look innocent…
"Oh no you don't! I know what you're up to, and not this morning we don't have time! If I'm late for that wedding Hermione will hex both of our peters off, is that what you want?" Smirking gone, Draco visibly blanched at the thought." Well, we won't be late." He said confidence gaining once more "If you just shut up and play along!"
Draco closed the distance between the two and took Harry's mouth. God's he loved the taste of Harry's mouth. It just felt so right, and so good, why had he denied himself this for so many years? Whoever said 'ignorance is bliss' is a fucking git who knows nothing. As Harry's tongue begged entrance to Draco's he realized that they were still in the shower, and he found it very erotic how nicely his hands slid over Harry's skin when it was wet. Harry apparently agrees as his hand slid through Draco's hair and down his back, finally finding a home massaging his beautiful arse. Draco's intake of breath brought Harry back to reality. God's he felt so good, and damn him for being so hot and making me so horney when I'm in a hurry. Draco realized that Harry was about to start, so to head of an unwanted problem, Draco raced his hand down Harry's stomach and found itself wrapped tightly when he met Harry's hand already washing his member. Draco decided that he would take over for him and never took his eyes off of Harry's while he stroked his hand back and forth, then adding a little more pressure and going a little faster, he knew Harry wouldn't last long like this, and used his other hand to bring their mouths together and Harry attacked Draco's mouth. 'Merlin why do I get myself into these things' he thought, but in the back of his mind he knew it was because he enjoyed it, and knew that Draco did as well. Just as Harry started to go rigid, Draco went to his knees and let his tongue join his hand. Harry couldn't take anymore, and as he bucked his hips, Draco swallowed greedily. After Harry was done, he looked down into Draco's eyes, and knew that he would always love this man, no matter what.
He offered his hand to Draco, who accepted and kissed Harry as he stood. Harry got the shampoo and started to wash Draco's hair for him, then grabbed the washcloth and cleaned Draco. But did not return the favor, instead, when the water was turned off, Draco was brought out of his silent reverie.
"What do you think that you are doing Potter?" Harry cringed at the name.
"Well, Draco, I'm done in the shower, as are you, I washed you all up, you're done now." There was a small smirk gracing Harry's face, daring Draco to argue with him."
"Fine, Harry, I'm done in the shower, now get out of my way." As he went to step past his irritating boyfriend, Harry grabbed Draco around the waist a set him up on the sink. Draco just glared until Harry got on his knees, and the smirk came back.
"Unless of course you'd rather finish that shower now by yourself?" His hands were dancing up Draco's thighs, and came to rest in the curly mass of blonde curls that he so loved. Draco's breath hitched and he smiled and shook his head.
"Sometimes Harry, you are just too much. I think that I am a bad influence on y…oooooowowoww, Yess….My Harry…Sweet Merlin I love you." Harry smiled while he continued his ministrations. Harry really had come a long way in just the short time they had been together. The still hadn't had sex, but that was ok with both of them, because they knew that when it happened it would be all the more special. Besides, just because they weren't having sex, didn't mean they weren't do anything else either! They had played and discovered each other's bodies time and again and new every intricate detail, they knew each other's bodies as well if not better than they knew their own. As Harry's tongue continued to weave a magical web over Draco he could feel the other's hands playing with his hair. As much as Draco complained about Harry's unruly mop, he knew secretly that it was one of his favorite things about him. Harry smiled as he felt Draco go ridged, and then swallowed as Draco's sweet release filled him with the love that they shared. Draco pulled Harry up in a passionate kiss and embraced him for what seemed like just a few short moments, but the grandfather clock in the hall began its chimes, and Harry realized it was ten o'clock already! The wedding was at 11 and they both still needed to get dressed and get to the burrow early enough for Harry to help Ron get ready! Draco was never so glad that he had already gotten their coffee!
Draco and Harry arrived at the burrow around 10:30. They were thankfully not very late, but Harry still had to help Ron with his dress robes. Mrs. Weasley asked Draco for help setting up some chilling spells over the food and drinks. Draco thought that was what house elves were for, but seeing as how they didn't have any he obliged. He had promised Harry that he would nice as long as everyone else was. To his surprise the Weasley boys were quite hilarious if given the chance. The twins were quickly his favorite for pulling pranks on just about everyone until their mother yelled at them, and made them swear a wizards oath to behave for the rest of the day. That slowed them down, but it didn't stop them. They would feed ideas to younger cousins, and those who wouldn't incur their mother's wrath easily. One of them even managed to talk someone into giving one of their grandparents a treat that changed their hair color every couple of minutes! It was the most fun Draco had in a long time. His day was going perfect.
Before he knew it the music started. Harry was escorting a very lovely, though Draco would never say so, Ginny Weasley to the front. Ginny looked really good in that sapphire blue that Hermione had picked out, and the vest of Harry's robes matched it perfectly. Harry's hair was an utter mess, but it fit him, and no one cared. That's just who he was. The bridal march started next and Draco stood with the rest of the crowd as Hermione made her way down the aisle, escorted by her father. Harry had explained this part of the ceremony, and Draco thought that the idea was sweet, not that he'd ever admit out loud.
The wedding was beautiful, but it left an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he looked around and saw tons of smiling faces, all there to show their support for the newlyweds, he thought 'Get it while it lasts Potter, they won't do that for us.' Draco thought bitterly. He would never be good enough for Harry. Merlin knows why Harry still kept him around; it certainly was not for sex. Who knows, maybe I'm the only gay guy he knows. Being gay was generally accepted in the wizarding world. Wizards by nature were more open minded than muggles, but in the pure-blood families, you always married someone who could produce an heir. You could have your dalliances on the side if you so wished, but your duty to your name came first. Draco didn't think that Harry was like that, but the fact that they were both the end of their family lines weighed heavily on him. Was it right to keep Harry away from marrying someone like Ginny who would love him, and give him a whole litter of Potters to continue his name? Surely it was not, but Draco was greedy, and wanted to keep Harry to himself. Some names needed to die away, and be left forgotten. The Malfoy name was definitely on that list, so no loss there. Draco didn't fancy spending the rest of his life with Pansy anyways. 'Ooh! Bad image!'
"What was that Draco?" Oops! Did he say that out loud? Draco glanced up and realized it was only Harry.
"Don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry, maybe now we're even?"
"Maybe, for now, what's the point sneaking up on me like that?"
"Umm…well, I wanted to know if you er, if you would wanttodancewithme."
"What was that? I could have sworn that you had just asked me to dance."
"Umm yeah, I did, kind of. What was the bad image?"
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and led him to the dance floor. The Weasley's may be poor, but at least they have good tastes, he thought. As they began their slow dance Harry felt like everyone was watching them. Harry hadn't spent much time with Draco, but he looked like he was having fun.
"So are you going to tell me what the bad image was Draco?"
"Since you don't know how to mind you own business and have a bad habit of sneaking up on people, I suppose. I was thinking of spending the rest of my life with Pansy Parkinson. Not exactly a nice picture."
"Well who do you, er, yeah, who do you want to see yourself spending the rest of your life with?"
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. How should he answer this? If he too eagerly says Harry then that might scare him away, but if he says he doesn't know, then it will hurt Harry's feelings…Oh bother! Why does he have to ask things like this!
"Harry, they need the best man for the toast." God's bless Charlie Weasley. Draco would have to remember to thank him for that later. Harry looked at Draco closely, and then Charlie pulled him away. As he looked back, Draco had that "Just for you Harry" smile on his face. Draco had no idea what Harry had planned for that night. The would be staying at the Leaky Cauldron that night, and Harry the whole reason Harry had already been up when Draco go there, was because Harry had gone over there to get it ready for tonight. The only things they had to bring with them were their overnight bags, and Harry had the rings in his pocket. Tonight would be the night he proposed. Not very romantic, he knew, proposing after his best friends wedding, but Harry thought that it would be perfect after going to a wedding together. Harry had bought some red rose petals and sprinkled them all over the floor in a path up to the bed. Harry had enlarged the bed to a round king size one, and had black satin sheets to go with it. He had a bottle of wine chilling on ice beside the bed. A fire roaring in the fire place, a velvety blanket lay in front of it with a basket full of fresh strawberries and crème, just waiting to be opened. The bathtub had been enlarged as well, and was filled with steaming hot water that Harry had scented with rose oil and musk. There was a roll of parchment lying in the centre of the bed. It would say everything that Harry knew he would stammer though and ruin, he couldn't wait until the reception was done. Neither could Draco though for different reasons.
"So you think you're hot stuff don't you?"
Draco looked to his left and saw that someone had ingeniously placed him at the same table as Mad-Eye Moody. 'So much for a perfect day.'
"No, actually I'm quite cool, It's not often I spend an entire day outside, and with the sun setting there's a chill in the air. Thank you for asking though." That ought to shut him up for a bit. How does Harry say it? Kill them with kindness. If such a thing were possible Moody will be his first victim.
"Always the smart-ass eh? That's what I thought." Draco jumped as Moody swatted his arse.
"Don't you dare touch me again you paranoid old pervert."
"I thought you liked getting attention Malfoy? You were always a favorite in school weren't you? I bet all the boys had a good go at you? Did they?"
"I'm sorry I have to go, I need to help Harry after his speech."
Mad-Eye grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him back down in his seat.
"You ain't goin' nowhere. Not yet, anyways. We need to finish up our little chat from the other day ferret."
Draco tried to get away, but Mad-Eye's grip on his arms only tightened the more he tried to get away. He thought of hexing the old bastard, but didn't want to ruin Hermione's wedding day. Any other time…Merlin I hate this man!
"I thought we had finished the conversation. At least I was done with it."
"Good, you can shut up and listen then. I know that you think that you can live your own little "Happily Ever After" by using Potter. But you are so far gone that you can't even begin to imagine what kind of a decent person Harry is, and deserves. You aren't ever gonna be good enough for 'im, you hear me maggot? I've done some looking into things, and I've found out a lot abou tchyou. I guess ferret isn't quite right was it? You're more like a bloody rabbit. Jump around from person to person fuckin' everything in sight. I heard you even slept with a few teachers, and that you even went as far as to sleep with a death eater. That's quite the list my boy. Does Potter know?"
Draco very indignantly lifted his head high.
"Of course Harry knows, do you think I could be with him this long if he didn't know everything? Harry's a very trusting person and that has hurt him in the past, but I'm not going to lose him over something as stupid as my past. I know I made some bloody mistakes. That death eater was a classmate, and I didn't know until afterwards. Okay I've made a lot of mistakes. But who hasn't? We all fuck up at one point in time; it's what makes us human. Some of us have to live with those consequences for the rest of our lives. So fuck off and leave Harry and me alone!" This time Draco succeeded in getting up out of his chair. Mad-Eye stood up as well and turned Draco around to him once more.
"It's convenient to make excuses. It may make you feel better now, but next time you fuck Harry, remember with each thrust that because of your "past decisions" he's fucking everyone you ever fucked. Does he deserve that Malfoy?" With those biting last words left hanging, Draco walked away.
Harry had been looking for Draco, and finally found him sitting outside all by himself. He was starring up at the stars. Harry pulled a chair up beside him.
"What's wrong Draco?"
"Nothing, just thinking."
"What about, not Pansy again I hope." A small grin appeared on Draco's face and then disappeared as fast as it came.
"No, nothing that trivial unfortunately."
"Oh! Umm…want to tell me about it?"
"Harry…" Draco paused, should he do this now or just wait?
"Harry, why do you still keep me around?"
"Draco I love you, you know that."
"I keep telling myself that, but there's so much between us. So much from my past, I can't help but wonder if you wouldn't be happier with someone else."
"Draco! Why would you think that? I would go nuts without you! I love you. I love all of you. I don't care about your past, you know that. What has gotten into you?"
Draco finally looked at Harry, tears streamed down his face. He hugged Harry for all he's worth and just kept repeating…
"I'm not good enough for you Harry. I'm not good enough. You deserve better."
Harry held Draco at arms length.
"What in Merlin's name has happened to you? You seemed so happy earlier. I wanted today to be just perfect. Who've you been talking to? I'm gonna rip their tongue out. Or put a permanent silencing charm on them. Tell me who Draco."
But Draco couldn't. Harry ducked his head in the party and told Ron and Mione he'd have to go, and wished them luck. He picked Draco up and grabbed the port key he had made for tonight. So much for my surprise! I hope that this doesn't ruin it. But if nothing else, Harry knew he would have to propose to Draco tonight. Ron watched the couple leave, and wondered if not for the first time, what Harry had gotten himself into.
At the leaky cauldron Harry put Draco down and told him to go up to their room. Harry was going to grab tea to bring up. As Draco opened the door, he began to cry again. He truly did not deserve all of this, or Harry. He thought about turning around and running out the door and never looking back then his eyes landed on the roll of parchment in the middle of the bed. Draco followed the rose petals and crawled onto the comfy bed and began to read the note which Harry had left.
My dearest Draco:
I know that if you are reading this then I am down stairs counting the minutes until I open the door to see you. I know that I am not a very eloquent person and this is so important I didn't want to botch it up. I hope you can forgive me for this. I know it's a bit cowardly.
I wanted you to know how much I love and need you Draco. It seems from the first time we met we have been such a force in the other's life. We were constantly at each other, trying to get a rise, and see who would take the bait first. I can't believe we never knew why this was. Every time I walked into a room the first thing I did was scan it to see if you were there. I know that you did the same. When playing quidditch, nobody else mattered. It was like it was only you and me up there. I believe that we are soul mates. I know that you have always been a constant in my life, even if it was a constant pain in the arse! I'm sorry. The point of this is to tell you that I love you Draco. I love you more than anyone I've ever loved before. I love you more than life itself. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, my sky. You are everything to me, and I don't know what I would do without you. You wake me up every morning with fresh coffee just the way I like it. You take care of me when I am upset or angry, and you make me laugh. You make me feel like the man I want to be. You brought that out in me Draco. No one else ever could. Can't you see we were always like this? I've wasted so many years living with this misinterpretation that I just want to know…
'Damn Potter, he forgot to finish the letter' Draco thought as he turned the parchment over and over in his hands, and that's when Harry cleared his throat. Draco jumped a bit, but smiled as he realized who it was.
"Forgot something didn't you? Why are you kneeling on the floor?" Malfoy smirked. Harry just shook his head and reached into his pocket, and pulled out the white gold ring.
"I just wanted to know, er…Would you Draco Malfoy want to marry me and spend the rest of our lives together?" Harry looked positively frightened. All Draco could do was jump off the bed and land on top of Harry, kissing him eagerly, and repeating…
"I love you Harry, I don't deserve this…I don't deserve this."
It took Harry a minute, and then he was confused…
"Draco is that a yes or a no?"
"For shits sake Harry haven't you listened to a word I said all night? I don't deserve you, I don't deserve this." As he motioned around the room.
"Well, do you want all this?" Harry motioned around the room.
"Yes, I love it Harry. I love you, but you deserve better than me."
"Hold out your hand."
"What?"
"Just give me your hand Draco." Harry held the ring and explained.
"These rings are charmed so that they may only be used by soul mates. If our love is not written in the stars or something like that, they will try to bite us." Draco tried to withdraw his hand, but Harry wouldn't let him. He slid the ring onto Draco's hand and it glowed. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the yellow gold one, and looked at Draco.
"Do you want this?" This time Harry put his hand over his heart. Draco nodded and slid the ring onto Harry's hand, and it began to glow as well. Harry kissed Draco and as he did, he felt their fingers intertwining. Then he felt a heat around his neck. The looked at each other and smiled. The rings had turned into the pendants. Harry leaned into Draco forcing him to lie down on the bed. Their eyes met briefly and Harry nodded, no words needed to be said.
They started to slowly undress each other and took their time appraising the other's body. Harry led Draco into the bathroom, and helped him into the tub. Harry climbed in facing him. Harry grabbed a glass sitting on the side of the tub and filled it with the scented water, then after tilting Draco's head up, he poured it over his head. Harry put a little shampoo in his head and began massaging Draco's scalp. Draco was too tempted to just sit there while Harry did that, and seeing Harry's chest right in front of him, he began to lick and taste and suckle everything within his reach. Harry began moaning while he was working Draco's hair into a bubbling lather. Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer like this, so he reached for the glass and again rinsed Draco's hair with the heavenly water. Grabbing a washcloth Harry started to wash Draco off, while Draco began to shampoo Harry's hair. After rinsing Harry's hair Draco grabbed another washcloth and proceeded to clean his golden boy off. Soon their ministrations turned more sensual. Harry decided to get out of the bath and head and got a big towel for Draco. As Draco stepped out of the tub Harry began to dry him off, and not able to take it any more, Draco pulled Harry to the bed. They collapsed on the bed and lie intertwined with their hearts beating together, and bodies perfectly aligned. They moaned as the rubbed up against each other. Draco looked up at Harry,
"What do you want?" Harry smiled seductively, and then let his smirk fall in place.
"I want it all, I want all of you tonight, tomorrow, and forever." A tear rolled down Draco's cheek and Harry kissed it away.
"It will all be okay." Draco just shook his head as Harry leaned down to kiss him. The kisses trailed down his chin, over his neck, across his chest, down his abdomen, and when Harry met his favorite little blonde curls he looked up at Draco and smiled, his eyes glowing like Draco had never seen. Draco nodded. Harry whispered, "Perpetua lubricas." Draco smiled as Harry took him full in his mouth and let a single finger slide inside. Harry started out slowly, then gradually picked up pace, and then added a second finger. Draco began moaning and thrusting his hips, forcing his fingers farther and farther each time. Harry finally added a third, Draco arched his back, and he thought he would lose it before Harry even began.
"Now Harry, I want you NOW!"
Harry was only too happy to oblige. He felt a little awkward but with Draco's reassuring smile he slowly entered his blonde angel. Draco let out a gasp of pleasure and gripped Harry's forearms. Harry was lost in sea of dizziness. 'I won't last long like this at all…God's does he feel so good.' Draco again smiled up at Harry and bucked his hips a bit to urge Harry on. Harry stared into Draco's eyes and began with a painfully slow pace, then just kept going faster and faster. Harry finally blinked and realized that Draco was pumping himself in time with Harry's thrusts. Soon the both were founding gasping in a heap of flesh. Harry lay on top of Draco for a time just looking into his eyes.
"I love you Draco Malfoy, I think I always did."
"Thank you Harry, I think I did as well." Draco started to snuggle into Harry when Harry stiffened.
"Draco, do you wanna…you know…" Harry was looking as sheepish as Draco did.
"Are you sure Harry?" He hadn't even finished before Harry's head was shaking a yes.
"I wanted tonight to be perfect. I told you, I want all of you, I want to feel you Draco." How Harry could look so innocent when covered with sweat and smelling of sex, Draco would never figure out, but Harry was definitely the only one who could pull it off. Draco kissed Harry and slowly made his way down Harry's toned stomach and stopped between Harry's legs. He let his lips come down on Harry and licked his way back to the entrance. He let his tongue roam around and around then drove it in. Harry gasped and arched his back off the bed. Draco used his hands to hold Harry's hips still. Draco looked up into Harry's eyes and muttered the same incantation as Harry had. He brought his mouth down on Harry as he slowly inserted a finger. Harry squirmed a bit but adjusted easily. A couple of seconds later he inserted a second finger and was reaching farther with each thrust of his hand. Harry was already breathing heavy, as was Draco. He finally put in his third finger and felt the tightness release as it adjusted. Soon it was Harry begging Draco. Draco pulled Harry's legs up and put a pillow under his hips. He guided himself easily towards Harry. He watched Harry's face as he entered. Pain made a brief appearance, and then as his breathing steadied he began to smile. He looked back into Draco's eyes and nodded him to go on. Draco started out in the same slow pace and was thrilled by the sensation of the tightening and relaxing he felt with each thrust. As Harry's hips started to meet him he drove into Harry faster and faster and when he hit Harry's prostate, Harry all but jumped out of his skin. As Harry tightened and arched it was too much and they both came. They spent the entire night loving, sharing, and exploring each other to the fullest extent. Draco wondered if perhaps it all would be okay, even if just for Harry. Maybe they would find their 'Happily Ever Afters' together.