Chapter 18: Like to Get to Know You Well

Beta and co-author Lukanicus

Harry lay on the soft fur rug and looked up at the stars. They had enchanted the ceiling to show the Northern Lights, just as they had always remembered them. Draco was nestling his head into Harry's lap, all the time resisting the urge to take a little kiss, lick or nibble. Just lying there enjoying the quiet that they knew would not last long. They were on their last day at Privet Drive.

Although they have had no contact from anyone since there incarceration, they both knew that it was fast approaching the time where secrecy, would cease to be such an abundant luxury. Letting the situation move his creative side, Draco pointed his finger at the stars. And with a careful writing like action, he started to inscribe some words that seemed to burn into the sky.

I am a man
You are my Universe
So Bright in my Sky
Your Bravery is the Sun,
So bright and intelligent
Your warmth stimulating my mind and soul
Keeping me warm like no other
Your heart is the Moon
Romantically watching me as I sleep
Your eyes are my stars, twinkling bright
Guiding me on my path from the darkness
Your personality is the ocean
Sometimes wild, other times calm, always dangerously exciting
Your Hands are like the sand on the beach
Moulding my body to your whim
Your lips are my gift
I look forward to each minute of each day
And as now and till the end of time
I am all this and more for you my love

Harry held Draco in his arms and for moments was speechless, "I can't help it, I just can't think of anything at the moment apart from how much I love you."

"Farore is making you a softy love," a feint playful giggle came out from under his breath as he half expected Draco to start a toy fight that would lead to mind blowing sex, but nothing.

"Draco, are you ok? It's not like you to sulk, not since…"

Turning to look at Harry, Draco had a strange questioning look on his face.

"I asked Farore to leave us alone for a while. I composed that to you as the words came to my head. I wanted you to know how I feel, not how something that I have become may think about something you have become. I just sort of fancied a day with my boyfriend, and for us not to be super beings. Do you mind?"

"No of course not," Harry thought that it was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to him.

"Do you know that I can tell you how many freckles you have on your bum, your back, neck and legs? I know the length of your penis when soft and hard, the precise spot where I need to put my finger to make you come. I know the exact amount of pressure that is needed when massaging your feet for you to whimper like a baby. I can tell when you are about to come before you can. I can relax myself and flex myself the way that turns you on most with total knowledge that I am doing it all perfectly the way you want. Furthermore, all the things I have just said about what I know about you, you know and then some about my body."

"Draco angel, what are you trying to say? What's worrying you?"

"Oh nothing Harry, I'm not worried. I'm far from that. I'm deliriously in love with you. It's just a little thing that happened this morning that got me thinking."

"What about?"

"Breakfast"

"Breakfast?"

""Yes Breakfast, I lay watching you sleep and considering that we had fucked none stop for three hours before we slept last night -"

Harry leant back against the cushions, hands behind his head with a very unashamed smug look on his face,

"Yes it was amazingly fabulous, but what's that got to do with breakfast?" he said with a little giggle.

"Nothing really, it's just that you looked so beautiful at peace. I thought that you must be starved. I was, so I gently got up so as not to wake you and went into the kitchen. I was going to make you breakfast, and then it dawned on me. I didn't have a clue what you liked to eat, something as basic as that and I didn't know. It worried me, so much so that, I asked Farore to not show for a while. I need to get to know the boy that I used to fight. You don't mind, do you?"

"What? You can talk to Farore? That's cool. How long have you been doing that?"

"Since the first day I think, not really talking just sort of communicating I suppose at first. Then when you, Din entered my soul, and stopped the pain that I had about you. I could sort of hear her then. She doesn't speak the same as we do. It's more like sounds, sort of musical."

"I feel like I talk to din, but it's only my voice that I hear. He never talks in his own tones. It's like we are telepathically connected."

Looking at Harry but not saying a word, "You mean like us Harry. Yes I have been able to read your thoughts since the first time we made love."

"That is so cool. I can't read your mind though!"

Harry found this a little strange but didn't want to complain about it. He didn't really want to be able to do that he thought. He had enough trouble with his own thoughts, without having somebody else's pop into his head also.

"Can you tell what I'm thinking now then?"

"Harry James Potter, take your mind out of my boxers"

"Hehehe…Only joking."

"Ok, what I think we should do is go outside for a walk. We have been cooped up in here for too long. We need to stretch our feet, what say you?"

"I would love that. We better be careful though, you know how easy it is for us to get carried away."

"We'll be fine love, just keep your mind above my waist if you can?"

"Ok, but can't we have a quick shower and a lick of your, you know?" Harry signalled with a suggestive nod towards Draco's behind that he wanted more than a shower. Winking he waited for Draco's response. Draco just turned and walked away, towards the stairway. Harry presumed he was getting changed when he heard the trickle of the shower water and a voice jumped into his head.

"I'm all wet Harry, you have thirty minutes"

Harry didn't need asking twice. He was in the bathroom, and before you could say Quality Quidditch Quickens Quantitative Quotients. Draco was bent over the bath, legs spread wide apart and Harry's tongue was skilfully paying great attention to Draco's crack. Admiring every inch of his body, Harry was rock solid and as his tongue slipped in and out of Draco's opening. His thoughts were like a loud speaker to him.

"I fucking love enjoying your body Harry. I want to do this to you every day for the rest of our lives"

As Harry pushed his thick cock into Draco wet but tight opening, he heard Draco groan in pleasure

"I'm going to hold you to that love."

Fifty minutes later and two ejaculations each, Draco and Harry dried each other off and went downstairs to the hall. It was cold outside.

"Muggle Fleece jackets, two pairs of gloves and woolly hats please." He shouted succinctly. The items quickly appeared, and they were all kitted out for the cold. They both opened the front door of the Dursley's and went outside into the midday sun.
It was much colder than they had anticipated. Being a Sunday there wasn't a lot of activity, a couple of children playing ball, a middle aged man trying to fix his car.

"What on earth is he doing, his hand are black Harry?"

It was obvious to Harry that Draco had never seen somebody trying to change a spark plug. He thought no explanation was needed so just playfully shrugged, walking out of the little housing development that contained Privet Drive. They quickly came across the local shops and a little café.

"I'm starved Harry. Shall we have some food in here?"

"Great, my belly thinks my throat is cut. I'm that hungry."

They entered the small transport style café. Draco thought that it was a bit of a dump, but he was hungry. At this moment he also realised that Harry must have mellowed him. In the past he would never have been seen dead in a place like this. They were greeted with a contemptuous look by an old lady with a cigarette dangling from her bottom lip.

"Can I help ya, cock"

"I beg your pardon, I'll have you known I do…."

"Yes, a table for two please, thank you."

"She's from the north, it's a greeting, not a come on."

"Oh my, hahaha, you will have to teach me some of these sayings before I get myself in trouble."

"Will do love."

"Michael, Mic… oh there you are cock. Show these two lads to a table will ya duck?" Entering the café from the back kitchen, a boy of around the same age maybe a year older than both came into view wearing a tight white vest over tanned rippling muscular arms. His shoulders and chest were very well developed and he was wearing tight faded jeans that went up the crack of his bum. He was very certain that he looked good enough to be on the menu himself, and had an appetite to match.

"Yes mum?" gesturing to Draco and Harry he showed them to a table in the corner.
Draco thought he was looking Harry up and down most blatantly. Licking his lips he stood with his little note pad and asked if they would like anything.

Addressing Harry solely he offered, "Would you like some coffee, Cappuccino I bet?"

"Some tea would be nice what do you think Dra…"

"I bet you like a big head on yours don't you. I like getting a big head on mine too."

"Hiccup, sorry, do you have the menu please?"

"Draco help, he's coming on to me"

"Just going to the toilet Harry, you order for me please."

Giggling, he got up and left the table. He thought Harry could deal with him. It was funny seeing someone else, see Harry as he did.

"So Harry what can I get you? If you ask nicely you can have me between two slices of bread."

Coughing Harry looked at the table. He had never been chatted up by anyone before, let alone someone in public.

"I think I would prefer you serve us some tea if you don't mind?"

Rubbing his crotch, which was just at Harry's eye level, Michael was determined to get his man, he asked Harry straight out.

"I'll get you both some tea, yours is on the house gorgeous. And after you finish, if you'd like, you can come out back and have the best blow job of your life."

Harry was crimson faced and totally embarrassed now, he didn't answer, and instead he got up, to leave. "Oh where are you going gorgeous, Oooh… nice arse."

"DRACO, get the fuck..."

"There we are. That's better. Where were we? Did you order Harry?"

"Oh he's ordered alright, a place in my bed later, grrrhhh."

Draco chuckled slightly then leaning towards the boy, beckoned him to move closer. Then putting on his very best Slytherin voice, spoke in long slow meaningful phrases.

"You like my boyfriend do you?"

Receiving a nod he continued, "Guess what he did to me before we came here today?"

Beckoning the boy forward he sexily gave a running account of what Harry had done to him, complete with a totally fictitious and totally over the top whipping that Harry liked so much, the nipple clamps, cock rings and the fisting, and offering to show him where Harry would cut him with a knife for talking about sex in public. Michael's demeanour changed and he quickly went into the kitchen, not to return.

"Thanks, I was getting worried there for a minute."

"No worries, everyone at school looks at you that way. I'll have to get used to it, I know your mine. They can all look. Come on here's the food. Let's eat"

They finished their food and after a walk around the local shopping district where Harry bought Draco a couple of Madonna CDs and some sexy briefs. They returned to the Dursley's house and planned on having their last night together in each others arms just asking the questions that they both wanted answered the most.

"Hot tub, strawberry bubbles and candles please." Draco shouted. No sooner had he spoke than in the middle of the room appeared a large wooden bathe big enough for four, overflowing with strawberry scented bubbles. All around the room beautifully romantic candles floated in the air.

"Rain, Madonna please." Harry shouted as he entered the room naked, walked over to his lover, lifted him in his arms and stepped into the bath.

"What food do you hate Harry? Tell me the three worst things for you to eat and the nicest three things."

Kneeling in front of Harry, Draco started to wash him, gently and lovingly, letting his favourite singer serenade them.

"I hate sprouts, marmite and tapioca, Yuk; I love your bum, your cock and your sper…"

"Harry, I said food, not me. Really you have a one track mind."

Harry nodded at Draco's groin reminding him that they weren't that different as Draco was already erect. Ignoring those urges, Draco continued to ask Harry questions and answer Harry's in turn, learning more about the little things that made them what they were…

All of a sudden, Din and Farore woke from their forced slumber. Both boys could see their unmistakable aura's glowing all around them like defensive shields.

"What's happening? Draco…"

"Somebody is coming, and they are spooked by it Harry."

Whoosh

All of a sudden Dumbledore Apparated into the room. Din immediately stunned him with a red spike of energy. Harry shouted not to hurt the headmaster. And he was released.

"I see you are controlling your new powers. It's good to see you both again. I have waited for so long to see you, and missed you so, so much."

"Professor, we haven't…"

"Harry, he isn't talking to us. He is talking to them. He is talking to hi-"
Draco wasn't sure if the readings emanating from Dumbledore were accurate and wanted to speak to Farore later when alone so he didn't continue.

Silence reigned for a few minutes when Dumbledore shattered it, "I am sorry to disturb you but you must come back to the school straight away. It's Remus. He's dying."