Marvalo's delicate kisses on Harry's torso only helped to make him euphoric. Nothing, however, could compare to the unexpected sensation of warmth surrounding his cock. "Marvalo!" Harry gasped as he opened his eyes wide and arched his back.

Marvalo sucked his cock while his thumbs rubbed the sides of Harry's hips, and Harry could only keep his mouth and eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. When Marvalo's tongue traced the delicate vein before sucking merely the tip of Harry's cock, Harry's knees began to shake, and he finally let out a deep moan. Harry bucked forward into the man's willing mouth, his eyes swiftly dropping and his hands immediately gripping the desk he was sat on, clamping it fiercely. As Marvalo's mouth enveloped his entire cock once more, Harry let out another moan.

All that mattered was Marvalo's mouth giving him jolts of pleasure after jolts of pleasure. When Harry felt the devilish tongue run down from his head to his testicles, he had to tighten his grip on the desk.

He had no idea he was sensitive at that part!

He was certain he was grasping the desk so firmly that it would have splintered, but he couldn't bring himself to be concerned about it.

When Harry felt a particularly deep suck, he inhaled a breath and felt his body give in to the pleasure as he spurted into Marvalo's mouth.

Holy Merlin

He kisses him on the cheek after giving him the best goddam blow-job of his life. Harry is too full and dizzy at the same time to engage him. Instead, he flashes a grin in the hopes that it shows how much he enjoyed it.

He whines inwardly, reminding himself that he still has to go to lunch and that he needs to bring Luna to see Marvalo so they can talk about the ritual. He's not going to risk being kidnapped by the insane woman. Who knows what she would do to get her way .

Marvalo is smirking at him with a fond expression on his face as he reaches out to grab his arms and cuddle up to him. Holding him close in his arms, Harry scoots forwards to be even closer. He can smell that unique Marvalo smell again but this time there's a new smell one that smells like him. He really can't help the smug smirk that finds its way onto his face at that revelation.

When Luna stated she would take him away, he believed her immediately; the girl had skewed morals. His brain was working overtime to allow him to create a cohesive thought, and now he knew why. He grinned once more as he recalled what had just happened.

Marvalo had touched him in ways he'd never been touched before, and he hadn't been repulsed. He hadn't felt the impulse to pull away, and he hadn't had the retching sensation that usually preceded his touching someone.

Marvalo's touch had felt good. For the first time in a long time, touch had felt good, and he couldn't help but grin like a loon.

"Thank you," Harry responded, trying to express his gratitude by glancing at Marvalo's face intensely.

"Whatever for Harry?" questioned Marvalo, perplexed, his eyebrows scrunching together looking adorable. He couldn't believe he thought The Dark Lord was adorable. He'd hated the man a few months ago for Merlin's sake.

"It's been a long time since I've felt at ease and comfortable when I'm touching another person without feeling repulsed," he said with a smile. "Thank you for putting me at rest and letting your guard down enough to allow me in your space," Harry whispered, embarrassed to say it out loud. He was humiliated; why couldn't he stop being a fre-

He was no longer the pathetic little boy. Harrison Abarax Nova Malfoy was strong and quiet. He had built a new life for himself. He was better than those of his past. Besides, his mother had told him that he wasn't alone any longer, one of the first things she had spoken to him, and Harry had learned to trust her judgment over the years.

"I'd like to thank you, Harry," Marvalo replied, "because it's been a long time since I've had someone so trustworthy waltz into my life."

And it was at that point that Harry recognized what was going on. He realized why their magic mingled as if it were attempting to become one, why he had felt at peace with a Dark Lord and slept in his arms right away. He blushed slightly at that memory.

He felt silly for overlooking the signs that their magic was compatible. The conversations they had with one another, the manly things they had in common, deliberately avoided uncomfortable topics. Take, for example, their childhoods.

They went out of their way to find each other because they were intended to be together. He could have laughed at the idea of soulmates two months ago. But he knew now, he could feel it in his bones, and his magic buzzed in agreement with his understanding. He was even given a zap to punish him for not noticing sooner.

Then he grinned, a brilliant smile that made him appear like a child once again, a smile that touched his eyes for once. He was happy right now, and the joy he felt would be enough to maintain a Patronus. It wasn't so much that they'd done something sexual as it was the way Marvalo kissed him so sweetly, the way his eyes followed his every move, and the way Marvalo's arms wrapped around him. It was the significance of this moment for them.

"Marvalo?" Harry said.

"Yes, Harry?" replied Marvalo, looking down at him.

"Don't leave me," he replied quietly.

"Never, my dear. Never in a million years"