Chapter 10: On The 8th Day of Christmas...

December 21st...Midnight.

He had a couple of close calls when he came across first, Mrs Norris and then Peeves but he made it to Gryffindor Hall without any further incidents. He whispered the password to the portrait of Nick and the door quietly opened, closing behind him once he was inside. He felt a tingle of magic as Harry's wards went up before removing the cloak.

"Harry?" he whispered. There was no answer. The Christmas tree in the corner was still lit, casting a soft multi-colored glow through the room. Another glow caught his eye, this time from a room he hadn't noticed before. He headed for it and discovered it was Harry's bedroom. The glow was from the fire in the fireplace near the bed. He looked around the room and understood Harry's comment about his bedroom. All the furnishings were definitely in Gryffindor colors. He smiled to himself.

A soft sound reached his ears and he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Stepping further into the room, he happened to glance at the bed, and stopped, his heart sounding loud in his own ears. Harry was asleep in his bed, his black hair looking soft in the firelight. The coverlet was draped up to the curve of his hips and Draco saw that the top half of his body was bare. His skin looked golden in this light and Draco bit his lip to keep from moaning.

His feet carried him closer and he reached a hand out to brush back the fringe from Harry's forehead, exposing the faint scar. He leaned down, brushing his lips lightly over it. Harry moaned softly as Draco stepped back. Harry's eyelids twitched and slowly opened and Draco was rewarded with their bright green color, staring back at him in pleasure.

"Draco." Harry whispered, his voice husky with sleep.

"Harry." Draco nodded.

"I was hoping you'd come." Harry propped himself up on his side with an elbow. He rubbed his eyes, sleepily.

"Why?" Draco wondered.

"Because I wanted to tell you something."

"You couldn't have told me earlier?"

"Too many people around." Harry replied. Draco got on his knees closer to the bed and stared Harry in the eye.

"What is it, Harry? Tell me what you want." Harry only hesitated a moment before answering.

"You, Drake. I want you." And he wrapped his free hand around Draco's neck and pulled him into a heated kiss. Draco sighed, the sound lost into Harry's mouth as their tongues swirled around one another. Reluctantly Draco pulled away, touching his forehead to Harry's.

"Are you sure about this Harry, because once I start, I won't be able to stop." Harry smiled brightly at him and Draco felt his heart swell with love.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Draco." Harry nodded. Draco held his gaze for a moment and saw the truth of Harry's words in his eyes. He kissed Harry once more before getting to his feet.

They kept their eyes locked as Draco slowly removed his clothes. Pale skin, rippling with muscles received from playing Quidditch was revealed to Harry and he felt his cock harden. He also noticed the silk ties still wrapped around Draco's wrist and clamped down on the urge to smile.

I bet he forgot they're there. He thought to himself. Then he stopped thinking all together when Draco eased himself into the bed beside Harry and pulled the Gryffindor into his arms, kissing him senseless. He trailed kisses over Harry's neck, licking and biting the spot just behind Harry's ear, causing him to tremble with need.

Draco's lips trailed lower, licking and biting Harry's dark nipples, causing the other man to arch his back, his hand in Draco's hair.

Lower still Draco moved, swirling his tongue around Harry's navel. Harry bit his lip in anticipation. He was expecting it, but it was still a shock when Draco's tongue licked the head of his rigid flesh. He gasped aloud, his hips straining to get closer to that hotness.

Smiling, Draco pushed his hips back down and continued with what he was doing. He curled his tongue, licking the weeping slit with vigor, making Harry moan and clutch the sheets by the fist full. Draco caressed his sac gently, squeezing lightly as he sucked Harry deep into his mouth.

Harry felt a familiar tightening in his gut, signaling his oncoming orgasm. He tried to warn Draco by tugging on his hair. Draco seemed to know what was happening and sucked even harder, humming around Harry's flesh. Harry lost all control and came hard, shooting his spunk down Draco's throat, groaning his name.

Draco kissed his way back up Harry's body, kissing him deeply, sharing Harry's taste with him. Harry drank from his lips with pleasure.

"Draco, make me yours. Please?" Harry whispered.

"Are you sure, Harry. I want no regrets. I don't think I could bear it."

"I'm sure, Draco. Please?" Draco kissed him hard in answer, his hands traveling back down Harry's sensitized body. He felt something being pressed into his hand and looked to see what it was. It was a jar of lube, never been used. Draco looked up into Harry's eyes, a question in his own gray depths. Harry only smiled at him.

"I trust you, Drake."

Draco nodded and covered his fingers in the viscous substance. Gently, he eased a finger into Harry's arse. Harry tensed immediately and Draco paused.

"I'll stop if it hurts, Harry. You only need to say so."

"No. It's just uncomfortable. Give me a minute." Harry breathed. Draco patiently waited. Bit by bit, Harry began to relax and he nodded for Draco to continue. Draco eased the one finger in and out slowly, testing Harry. Gradually, Harry's body began to accept him and he eased in a second finger. Harry flinched but didn't stop him. Draco scissored his fingers and pushed a little deeper, searching for the little nubbin of flesh that was guaranteed to make Harry groan in pleasure. He knew he'd found it when Harry moaned loudly and arched into his hand, drawing him in deeper. Draco felt safe enough to add a third finger, as Harry bucked into his hand, drawing out his own pleasure.

"Now, Draco!" Harry moaned. Draco knew he was ready. He lubed his own hardened flesh, biting his lip hard to keep from coming. He wanted to make this last, for Harry's sake.

He knelt between Harry's legs, the tip of his cock quivering at Harry's opening. He slowly eased in, muscles straining as he struggled to contain his orgasm. Harry's head thrashed back and forth in pleasure as Draco filled him completely.

Once Draco was full sheathed within him, Harry locked his knees around Draco's hips and urged him to move.

And Draco did. He thrust in and out of Harry's body, Harry's fingers digging into his arms in ecstasy. Sweaty flesh moved against sweaty flesh as terms of love and caring were whispered between them.

Draco kept the pace slow and lesiurely, drawing out both his and Harry's pleasure.

Dammit, Draco! Fuck me already! Harry bit out in Parseltongue. The sibliant sounds went straight to Draco's cock, causing him to groan and speed up his strokes. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Harry's steadily leaking cock. He stroked him four times and Harry arched up off the bed, coming hard all over his stomach and chest. Draco felt his muscles clench around him hard and with a final thrust, came deep into Harry's body.

He fell on top of Harry, his sweaty forehead nestled into Harry's neck. Harry stroked his back, causing little tremors through Draco's body. Draco eased up and looked at him. Harry had his eyes closed and Draco started to worry he'd hurt him.

"Are you okay? I was a bit rough at the end." Harry opened his eyes and smiled.

"I'm fine, love. That was amazing." he smiled, sleepily. Draco kissed him tenderly before easing out of him slowly. Harry winced slightly at the sensation and felt empty when Draco withdrew from him completely. "Are you leaving?"

"I hadn't planned on it, Harry." Draco smiled, laying beside him. He pulled Harry into his arms, urging Harry to put his head on Draco's chest. Sighing with contentment, they both fell asleep.

When Harry opened his eyes sometime later, the sun was in the sky. He looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 10 in the morning. Hedwig, Ophion and Caedmon were staring at the two men in the bed. The two owls had notes attached to their legs.

Careful not to wake the sleeping blonde, Harry clucked to the two owls, who landed on his shoulders. He took the notes and sent them on their way. He eased back down beside Draco and kissed him gently. Draco muttered something and wrapped his arms around Harry's back.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Harry smiled.

"G'morning." Draco mumbled, kissing Harry's chin.

"The owls brought us something." Draco opened his eyes to see the note addressed to him in Harry's hand. He took it and opened it at the same time Harry opened his. They were shocked to see they both read the same.

Two hearts that beat as one,

Shall forever break down the walls

that prejudice had done.

Happy 8th.

Your gift giver.

Draco looked at Harry, a smile on his face. Harry stared back at him expectantly. Draco snatched the note from Harry's fingers, tossed both to the floor and covered Harry's body with his own.

Ophion watched them both from the corner of the room and smiled with contentment (as well as a snake could smile anyway).

Hermione and Ron sought out Pansy and Blaise at breakfast.

"Have either of you seen Draco this morning?" Pansy asked when the two Gryffindors had sat down.

"No, why?" Ron wondered as he filled his plate.

"His bed was never slept in last night." Blaise answered. Hermione looked up at him, eyes wide.

"Harry never answered our knock this morning." she told him.

"Oh come on you two! What makes you think Draco is with Harry?" Ron wondered.

"The fact that Draco keeps making doe eyes at Harry all year?" Pansy replied. Ron choked on his eggs, shocked.

"Harry's been making them right back." Hermione retorted.

"All right. Let's assume they're together." Blaise began. "Doesn't mean anything."

"Just two friends hanging out together." Ron said.

All of a sudden, everyone in the Great Hall began to whistle and cheer. The four of them turned around to see what was going on. Glancing toward the doors that someone had just opened, they saw Harry and Draco, wrapped in a heated embrace.

"Way to go, Harry!" shouted Seamus.

"Damn that looks hot!" exclaimed Millie.

"All right, Draco!" shouted someone from Ravenclaw. The two young men pulled away from each other, reluctantly, and made their way to their friends, holding hands. They sat down side by side and began to eat.

"Bloody hell, Harry! That was hot!" Ron exclaimed. Harry looked at his friend, calmly.

"I hope it didn't bother anyone." Harry said, looking pointedly at Ron. Ron understood the look.

"As long as he makes you happy, Harry. I can't argue with that." Ron shrugged. Harry beamed at the blessing from his best friend and sighed happily when Draco kissed his cheek.

Draco was happy for Harry. Ron's acceptance of his relationship with Draco only cemented Draco's own friendship with the red-head and he felt that finally his life was on track. But there was this little doubt in the back of his mind. He loved Harry, but was beginning to wonder about his feelings for his mystery person. He kept those thoughts to himself though.