Disclaimer: See chapter 01

A/N: Finally an update! I'm really sorry for the delay, but real life is a demanding b… I'm very busy now – not to mention that September was horrible. And my betas are also busy. So please, I ask for your patience from now on. A chibi-Draco to all of you who reviewed the last chapter.

To Jamie and Lildove: Thank you so much for your help, girls!

Chap. 25 – Pillow Talk

It was an awkward moment when Draco woke up a little before 6:00 A.M. – having slept only one hour total that night – and caught Harry staring at him. While Draco flushed under Harry's intense gaze, Harry didn't seem embarrassed at all. It seemed as if Harry had lost most of his inhibitions after the first time they had had sex. Draco was still stunned by how many condoms they had used. Once Harry had gotten past his fears, he had become a wild sex machine, always demanding more. They had loved each other far into the night.

It was like a sweet addiction. They just couldn't get enough of each other. Even after achieving orgasm, they had still felt the need to touch each other, to kiss and cuddle. And now Draco was worn out. He felt as if he could sleep for days. He was glad that it was Sunday and he didn't have to go to work.

Draco had to admit that he had been very afraid of their morning after. He feared that Harry would regret everything and go back to his bastard behaviour. Harry's poker face wasn't helping. As far as Draco could tell, Harry could be thinking of ways to either throw him out or shag him senseless. Harry's eyes on him were making him nervous.

"What are you looking at?" Draco asked finally.

Harry just shrugged. He wouldn't tell Draco that he just couldn't stop looking at him and drooling over his perfection. It would be too embarrassing. "Am I not allowed to look at you?" Harry asked playfully.

Draco almost breathed in relief. Harry wasn't angry with him. That was a very good sign. Draco suppressed a smile, trying to remain as impassive as possible when he said, "You have to pay a fee to admire me. And I must warn you that I am very expensive."

Harry raised an eyebrow, amused. "I always knew you were a gigolo."

"Hey!" Draco complained, making a face. Harry touched Draco's face with his fingertips, stroking his cheeks, nose, lips and chin. "If you keep touching me like this," said Draco, purring under Harry's touch. "It will cost you."

"How much?" Harry asked, the green eyes darkening from desire.

Draco bit his lower lip thoughtfully. "Let me think…"

"And here I was thinking that you already had a price list somewhere…" Harry joked and then chuckled as Draco pinched him.

"Don't provoke me, Potter. I might raise my prices in a way that you won't be able to afford me ever."

"Name your price. I'm very rich, Malfoy. I can afford you."

Draco leaned his elbows on the bed and said, "My price isn't measured in money. It will all depend on your kiss. If your kiss pleases me, then you can have me."

"Piece of cake, then." Harry put a hand around Draco's neck and pulled his face down to kiss him. Draco melted in his arms. "See? I told you it would be easy."

"Stupid bastard…" Draco muttered tenderly. Draco kissed Harry on the lips once more and then rested his head on Harry's chest. His happiness was ballooning so much he thought he would explode in little giggles like a schoolgirl. Who would have thought that after so many fights and struggles he would be cuddling with Harry in bed? And the best thing of all, Harry wasn't fighting with him but teasing Draco.

Draco wanted to stay forever in Harry's arms. He felt as if he belonged there.

"Unfortunately for you, Potter, I'm closed for business," Draco said, giving Harry the opposite idea as his fingertips drew small circles in Harry's navel. "Someone exhausted me last night. I don't think I can do anything now. My body is hurting in places I had never thought about. Where did you find all that energy?"

"I'm very surprised myself. But there were consequences. My body is in pain. I don't think I can walk today. You'll have to fix me my breakfast." Draco bit Harry's nipple hard. "Ouch! What was that for?"

"I'm not getting out of this bed, Potter. I'm the one who has to work tomorrow. You go fix me breakfast for a change."

Harry caressed Draco's hair softly. "I can't. Maybe later. I'm feeling very lazy at the moment. And just for the record, I have stuff to do tomorrow, too."

Draco frowned. He had always been curious about how Harry spent his days being all alone in that house and practically not going anywhere. "What exactly do you have to do?"

Harry moved uncomfortably. "Just stuff." The annoyance in Harry's voice was the cue for Draco to drop the subject. Draco felt like slapping himself for bringing it up in the first place. He should be glad enough that Harry was being so receptive and tender to him. Harry Potter remained a mystery to him, and he figured that Harry would ever be a mystery. Draco just prayed for Harry to stay in his good mood for the rest of the day, which meant that Draco should avoid personal subjects. But what could he do? Now that he had Harry, Draco wanted all of him, not just bits. Even so, he had to comply with the fact that it was still too soon to demand more from Harry. Harry had already surprised him so much.

Draco closed his eyes and listened to Harry's steady heartbeat. After a while, he asked in a whisper, "So, why were you looking at me like that?"

Harry licked his lips and ran his fingers along Draco's right arm in a tender caress, smiling softly at Draco's curiosity. "I was just thinking about how odd it was to wake up by my enemy's side…" Draco felt a pang in his heart. He squeezed his eyelids shut as he waited for the rest of Harry's sentence. "… and how amazing it felt." Draco felt his heart leaping, and he opened up a big smile. "I never thought you and I would be like this someday."

"Me either," Draco said. He was telling the truth. He had never thought that what he had wished to come true a thousand times in his dreams would have become reality someday.

"I think this was what Ginny was talking about…"

Draco raised his head to stare at Harry. Ginny's name was the last thing he had expected to hear while they were in bed together. "What?"

Harry hesitated. He opened his mouth twice and then closed it without saying a word. It was if he was pondering what to say. Draco's curiosity reached its limits. He wanted to shake Harry and make him spill it at once.

"Ginny talked about you and me?" Draco asked, unable to hold his tongue. He knew Harry would be irritated, but he just couldn't hold himself. He wasn't wrong. Harry tensed under him.

Draco and Ginny had never gotten along. Draco still couldn't forget how she had jinxed him in Umbridge's office in his fifth year at school. But most of all, he couldn't forget the fact that she had been the most important person in Harry's life and she had blown it.

"No, that's not it," Harry said uncomfortably.

"Then what is it?" Draco insisted, forgetting that he was stepping on landmines.

"Never mind. Just forget about it," Harry said, upset. He wasn't ready to tell Draco what Ginny had said to him when they had broken up. Ginny had told him that one day Harry would find his true match, the one who would sweep him off his feet and make him light-headed; who would capture his heart and be his soul mate. As Draco lay on top of him, Harry had remembered those words, and they hit him hard. But he couldn't tell Draco those things. It was too soon to be so much in love, wasn't it? Harry couldn't be in love with someone he had hated all of his life just like that. Nothing had really changed between him and Draco, except for the fact that they were now shagging.

Harry felt Draco wince and move away from him, but before Draco could go any further, Harry's arms wrapped up around Draco's waist and brought him closer again. "I'm sorry if I was rude. I just don't want to talk about this."

Harry waited for Draco's response with his heart in his mouth. He wasn't ready to be without Draco's warmth. Not when he hadn't felt that peaceful in years. He wanted to hold onto those feelings, whatever they were, for as long as he could.

Draco nodded and relaxed again. The blonde leaned himself comfortably against Harry's chest, their hips aligned. Harry felt his cock react to Draco's proximity and wondered if a person could die from too much sex. He buried his nose in Draco's neck, inebriate with his scent. He turned Draco's head towards him and kissed him on the lips passionately. They broke the kiss panting.

"I can't believe Ginny broke up with you," Draco muttered, cooling Harry's passion down. Harry sighed, annoyed.

"Why are we still talking about Ginny?"

"You started it!" Draco said defensively. "I'm a curious person. I can't help it."

"It's more like you're jealous."

"Jealous?" Draco snorted. "I'm not jealous of that skinny and flat girl."

"Ginny isn't flat. She has very beautiful breasts."

Draco grunted. He wanted to turn around and smack Harry for talking about breasts while they were entangled in each other's arms. "Why did she break up with you?"

Harry wrinkled his forehead, irritated. "Merlin! You sound like a girl… Why do you want to know?"

Draco turned around, fuming. "This is the second time you've compared me to a girl! If you want one so much, then go sleep with one!"

Harry's mouth hung open in total astonishment. "What?" He held Draco's arms firmly as the blonde tried to escape him. "What the hell are you talking about? When did I compare you to a girl?"

"First you talk about Ginny's breasts, obviously disappointed with the fact that I don't have any!" Draco pointed out. "Then you tell me that I sound like a girl… That's too much!"

Harry was so stunned he didn't know what to say. "I'm… I'm not disappointed… I mean… You were the one who brought it up! I have nothing against your chest! I…" And then Harry couldn't hold himself any longer. He began to laugh.

"It isn't funny!" Draco shouted.

"It's hilarious!" Harry cackled. "You are so jealous!"

Draco felt his blood boiling. He jumped on top of Harry and tried to hit him, but Harry just switched their positions and pinned Draco's hands on the mattress.

"You do sound like a girl," Harry stated and kissed Draco before the blonde could curse him.

When they parted, Draco was still angry. "You won't get away so easily, Potter."

"All right. First of all, I definitely don't think of you as a girl. I was only joking."

"But you resent me because I'm not one." Draco bit his tongue hard for sounding so pathetically weak.

Harry shook his head. "I would be a very sick person if that was the case. I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't want to. I thought I had made my point clear already. Do I have to prove to you once again that you turn me on?"

"I wouldn't mind…" Draco said, almost pouting. Harry caught one of his hands and brought it to his cock.

"What do you think? Does it look like I don't want you?"

Draco arched his eyebrows and then gulped as he felt Harry's hard length with his hands. "I guess so. But you can't blame me for being suspicious, Potter. You were the one who wouldn't allow me to touch you. Now you can't take your hands off me. Forgive me for being a little confused," Draco sneered.

Harry sighed, defeated. "You do have a point. But like I said, my problem with you is not only because you're a man. It's because you've made my life very miserable!"

"Ahá!" Draco said victoriously. "You said 'not only'! Then you do have a problem with it!"

"What did you expect? I was never involved with another male! You're the first! Can you blame me for being confused?"

No, Draco couldn't blame Harry. In fact, Draco shouldn't have asked those things at all. They had had a terrific night. Why did he have to spoil it with his insecurities? He was in bed with Harry Potter, the same Harry Potter that he had madly fallen in love with in his seventh year. He should just relax and enjoy the ride. His fantasy had turned into reality. He should take advantage of it. Why was he being so emotional? It wasn't like him at all.

"Here's the truth about me and Ginny," Harry began, taking Draco by surprise. Draco didn't know if he really wanted to hear about Ginny and Harry, but he just let Harry continue, "She didn't break up with me. It was a mutual decision. I mean, come on. I was seventeen. She was even younger. I proposed to her in an act of despair because I thought I was going to die. I know this seems stupid… It really was. But I truly liked her. I still do. It was just… We were together not because we were in love with each other."

"Then why?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed tiredly. "For so many reasons… For her family and the fact that I thought it was the right thing to do. It was what everybody wanted. Besides, she was different from the others. She was so brave and she raised my spirit every time I was down. We mixed up friendship with love."

"Was she pregnant?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"No!" Harry exclaimed immediately. "She wasn't pregnant! If she was I would have definitely married her." Harry lay beside Draco and stared at the ceiling. "I was catatonic for three months after battling Voldemort. When I got out of it, it was just two months before Graduation. I spent one in St. Mungo's trying to recover and go back to the real world. The last month I spent in Hogwarts, everything was alien to me, including my relationship with Ginny. I felt like I didn't belong anywhere. I was just a stranger in a strange place." He glanced at Draco, who had his full attention on Harry's words. "And it suddenly became very obvious how ridiculous it was that I was engaged to Ginny at the age of seventeen. It was even more ridiculous because I was a wreck. What kind of life could I have offered her? I was broken. And she noticed this. She knew how I felt. She knew I couldn't go on with our plans.

"On Graduation night, I asked for her forgiveness and told her I couldn't marry her. She was very understanding. I felt like a real bastard…"

"But everybody said that she had broken up with you," Draco said.

Harry grimaced. "Rubbish. Rubbish from stupid gossip magazines. I asked Ginny if she wanted me to tell the truth to the press, but she said she didn't care about other people's opinion."

"How convenient for her…" Draco muttered. "So you don't love her."

"No."

"But she loves you."

Harry smiled. "I don't think so. Ginny got over me a long time ago."

Draco grunted. "I wouldn't be so sure…" He stared at Harry with an unpleasant face. "You're a real bastard. Every time I'm mad at you, you totally change the subject and tell me something about yourself that no one else knows! This isn't fair, you know?"

"It isn't fair that you don't tell me anything about you," Harry pointed out. "And that pisses me off quite a bit."

"There's nothing to tell about my life. You already know about my family's connections with dark magic and illegal business. I think that's more than enough," Draco said, averting Harry's eyes.

"It isn't nearly enough, and you know it."

Draco sighed. "Why do we have to spoil the mood with unpleasant subjects?"

Harry bit his lower lip. "It's only normal that I want to know more about what has happened to you that turned you into who you are today. I admit that you've changed, a lot. Although you still annoy me sometimes, you are different. You're strong and self-sufficient. That much I can tell. But I can also tell that sometimes you have this look… I don't know… it's like a deep sadness overtakes your eyes… like this sudden shadow falls upon them, taking away their sparkle. You look so lost when that happens."

Draco sniggered, but deep down he was touched. "What are you, a bloody poet? Shadow in my eyes… deep sadness… Honestly…" Draco rolled his eyes. "Perhaps I just feel bored sometimes."

"Perhaps." But Harry didn't seem to believe that.

Draco felt his hands shake as the memories of the post-Hogwarts events came back to him. He took a deep breath, ordering himself to get a grip. He had gotten over that. Lucky for him, he was a master at disguising his true feelings. It wasn't so difficult to put his past behind him and smile mischievously at Harry as if nothing had been said. "You seem to be paying a lot of attention to me, Potter."

Harry smiled back at him. "Don't get too cocky, Malfoy."

"I'm just stating a fact."

Harry rolled on top of him and touched their foreheads together. "So, are you open for business now?"

"I don't know… It depends…" Harry kissed Draco leisurely, touching the pink lips tenderly with his teeth and then licking it. Draco stroked Harry's cock with one hand and squeezed Harry's ass with the other, bringing them closer. Harry began to rub his body against Draco, making the blonde moan and kiss him passionately.

"You can't avoid things forever," Harry muttered in Draco's ear as his hand enfolded Draco's cock and gave it a stroke.

Draco shivered, not only because of Harry's words, but also because Harry seemed to have stripped himself from all of his initial shyness.

"Oh, but you can?" Draco replied with the same soft tone of voice.

"Touché." Harry smiled feebly and then moaned as Draco's skilful tongue captured his lips.

TBC…

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