Malfoy lay on the blanket pile, while Harry caressed him with gentle care, afraid that he might somehow break Malfoy's fragile body.
"It's alright, Harry. I may seem weak now, but my spirit is strong." Malfoy pulled Harry firmly upon his own body and kissed him passionately. "Please, show me your love."
"I shall," Harry whispered into Malfoy's ear, licking a bead of sweat upon Malfoy's neck. Malfoy gasped and clenched his fists. I can feel the energy within me. He rubbed Harry with his quivering fingers, then turned himself over pressing his face upon the woollen texture.
"You ready, Malfoy?" Harry spoke in a kind, concerned tone and gazed down at Malfoy. From Harry's crimson cheeks, it was quite clear he was just holding back. I'm ready, Harry. I've always been.
Harry thrust himself into Malfoy slowly and carefully, hoping it wasn't too painful. Strangely, he felt very much worried about hurting Malfoy, who seemed as delicate as porcelain yet as precious as the most beautiful diamond Harry could ever imagine. He wondered how his feelings towards a person could change so fast. Is this love?
Harry was pulled back to reality with a cry of pain from Malfoy, who squirmed around awkwardly. He realized he had gone in a bit too deep, and carefully relieved Malfoy of the discomfort. Muttering words of apology under his breath, he moved himself very slowly in and out.
"It's tight…" Malfoy's tears mixed in with the sweat upon his face.
"I know," Harry said sheepishly, stopping for a while. "You alright with this? I don't want to hurt you."
"It's alright, Harry. If it's you, it's alright." Malfoy rubbed his own nipples in ecstatic pleasure while Harry continued rhythmically. The misty air seemed to contain more magic than the both of them had ever experienced in their life. This feels even stronger than the Patronus…What kind of magic is this?
It's love, Harry. It was as if his mind and Malfoy's mind had merged. Their bodies were in such intense energy that it was if they had become one. Don't stop, Harry.
I'm not stopping, Malfoy. I never want this to end. Harry began to move faster, his blood pulsating. The room seemed to echo in erotic panting.
"Unhhh!" Malfoy groaned, nearly fainting in pleasure. "I can't take it! Harry, I'm going crazy!"
"Hold on…" Harry managed to mumble through his short breaths. "I want to make you scream…"
Malfoy's face turned even redder as he gazed up the zealous look upon Harry's face.
"I'm too embarrassed to scream…" he said softly, staring down at the blankets and clutching them lightly.
"Let go, Malfoy. Trust me." Harry pushed in harder, making Malfoy let out a groan as he buried his face. "Let me come inside you, Malfoy."
Oh, Harry. For so long I have waited to hear those words from you. Malfoy's eyes glistened in tears of joy, and also pain. Harry's pace picked up and they slowly drew to a climax.
"Ohh… Harry, I'm coming!"
"Come with me, Malfoy." Harry jerked even harder, causing Malfoy to scream out.
"Ahhhh!" He felt hot cum inside him as he himself ejaculated upon the soft blankets. An aura of warmth seemed to hang around them as they lay next to each other, breathing softly upon each others' faces.
Suddenly, Harry gasped and pointed at Malfoy's chest. The hideous scar that had been marked only a while before had disappeared!
"It worked, Harry! The Dark Lord is gone!" He felt his own chest, smiling at the touch of its smooth texture. "Check your scar, Harry!"
Harry's fingers glided over his sweaty brow until it reached his scar – only it was no longer a scar, but soft warm skin.
"What does this mean, Malfoy?"
"This means…" Malfoy murmured, edging closer to Harry. "This means that the Dark Lord is gone. This means… I can finally be with you."
"Do you still need to go to the hospital wing then?"
"Do you think I'd want to? Knowing what I'd be missing here with you?"
Harry did not wait for the answer, for he knew that the night had only just begun.