A/N: Someone was demanding smut. I felt the need to reciprocate. Enjoy!

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The following morning, the sun shining in the window awoke Harry from a sound sleep. He opened his eyes, a small smile on his face.

Last night had been more than he'd ever expected. Telling Draco he loved him had freed him somehow. He felt light of heart.

His smile grew as he recalled the events that occurred after they'd left the opera house.

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Flashback, the evening before...

Draco requested that Harry's grandparents visit the Manor for lunch the following afternoon, to which they agreed, before he drew Harry to his side and escorted them to the waiting carriage.

Safely ensconced within, Harry turned toward Draco and touched his cheek to get his attention. Draco looked at him.

"Thank you, Draco."

"For what, love?" Draco asked, taking the hand on his face and kissing it.

"For not pushing me into anything."

"I meant what I said earlier, Harry. I'll wait forever for you. I love you too much to hurt you intentionally."

Draco's expression was so earnest, his gaze never wavered, and Harry made up his mind right there. He crawled into his husband's lap, facing him and touched his lips to Draco's in a light kiss. Draco, for his part, kept his hands on Harry's hips and didn't move them, even when he was tempted to move them to Harry's arse and pull him closer.

Harry pulled away after a moment, checking Draco's response. Draco was breathing heavily through his nose. He frowned. Something wasn't right.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you all right?"

"Never better, Harry."

"Then why didn't you kiss me back?"

"I didn't think you'd want me to." Draco answered honestly.

"Why not?" Harry demanded.

"Because if I kiss you right now, like I want to, I won't be able to stop with just kissing you. And it is a long ride home." Draco pushed Harry off his lap and turned his head to stare out of the window.

In the next moment, Draco felt a hesitant but persistent set of lips massaging his pulse point on his neck. His eyes closed on a groan.

"Harry. You need to stop." he rasped. Those soft lips moved to the exposed flesh of his chest between his shirt. He felt Harry's tongue lick a wet stripe and a hot breath cooling his skin.

"Harry." he warned, surprised at the breathlessness of his own voice. Who knew his shy, virginal husband had a bit of a seductive side.

Harry brought his head up, his eyes pinning Draco's to his seat. His green eyes were dark with some unnamed emotion Draco couldn't place. Draco opened his mouth to say something but Harry placed a single finger to his lips. Draco, never one to miss an opportunity when handed to him, opened his mouth and pulled that finger in, pleased when Harry's eyes crossed and glazed over.

Harry slowly pulled his finger from the hotness of Draco's mouth. Silently, he undid Draco's shirt, exposing more pale flesh to his heated gaze. He raked his eyes down Draco's body, watching with silent delight as his nipples hardened when exposed to the cool night air. He couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and ran his tongue over one of the little nubbins of flesh, listening to Draco inhale sharply. Scooting back so he could have easier access, he kissed his way down Draco's body, taking time to nip the little places that made Draco groan beneath him. He took great delight in the ferret-like squeak that emitted from Draco's elegant mouth when Harry swirled his tongue around Draco's navel.

However before Harry could go any further, he found himself hauled upright and kissed with all the passion he felt himself. For the first time, he let himself feel.

Draco pulled back with a gasp, taking in Harry's swollen lips and glazed over expression. He smiled devilishly.

"My turn." he whispered, diving in to suck the flesh of Harry's neck. He kept his hands busy undoing the buttons of Harry's clothing until Harry was nearly naked beneath him. Draco sat back, worshiping Harry's flushed body with his eyes. "You are beautiful." he whispered.

"Show me." Harry replied, shocked at his own daring. The smile was back in place on Draco's face and he dived back in.

Harry closed his eyes as Draco's lips trailed down his body. He felt a hand encircle his cock and he arched up into Draco's hand in shock.

"God! Draco!" he choked out. Draco merely grinned in reply. He couldn't resist Harry's lips anymore and coaxed him into another breathless kiss, stroking his cock the whole time.

Harry was mindless with desire. He never thought it would feel like this. He felt detached from his own body, as if he could fly without wings.

"Harry, look at me." Draco whispered. Harry opened his eyes to see Draco's face hovering over his stiff and leaking cock. Harry's breath caught in his throat. "Keep your eyes on me, love."

Harry couldn't speak, he simply nodded. Keeping his gaze steady, he watched as Draco wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.

Harry couldn't stop the choked gasp that escaped his lips as he was sucked deeply into Draco's mouth. He felt Draco's tongue swirling the head of his cock, dipping into the slit and lapping up his essence. Harry's hands clenched at his side, his blunt nails digging into his palms almost painfully. Draco noticed this and not releasing Harry's cock from his mouth, took Harry's hands and placed them on top of his own head. He drew back to look at Harry.

"I won't break, Harry." Draco rasped, before taking his husband back into his mouth. Harry clutched handfuls of Draco's hair and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

Draco's free hand caressed Harry's sac and Harry mewled low in his throat. Draco kept up a steady rhythm, alternating between sucking, stroking, nipping and tonguing Harry's cock and balls.

Harry felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. It felt like he was going to be sick, but in a good kind of way.

"D-Draco!" he stammered, trying to warn him. Draco seemed to know what Harry was going through, and to Harry's shock, Draco sucked him as deep as he could until he felt the point of Draco's nose caressing the hairs surrounding his throbbing cock. Draco hummed around him and that did it for Harry.

With a shout and an almost painful tugging on Draco's hair, he came hard, curling his upper body around Draco's head, his eyes closed so tightly he was beginning to see spots.

Draco milked him dry, his tongue flicking left, right and around Harry's sensitive flesh, making Harry whimper. He pulled off him with a pop, smiling at Harry's debauched expression. He kissed Harry gently, sharing his taste, before helping his beloved back into his clothes. He chuckled lightly when he saw a couple of his own blonde hairs tangles in Harry's wedding band.

Draco escorted Harry to their room, intending to spend another sleepless night in the sitting room. He kissed Harry long and slow at the door to the bedroom before pulling away.

"Good night, Harry." Draco whispered, turning to go back into the sitting room. A hand on his bicep stopped him and he looked back at Harry expectantly.

"I had no right to deny you your bed on our wedding night."

"You had every right." Draco argued, but Harry shook his head.

"No, Draco. You had every right to take me that night, even when I denied you. You could have r-raped me." Harry stammered. "But you didn't, and that's when my head began to realized what my heart was telling me for so long."

Draco listened with baited breath, daring not to hope. Harry continued.

"When I was 13...I was almost r-raped. Hermione saved me that day. You saved me the day you married me. In your own way, you saved me."

"What are you saying, Harry?" Draco asked, hating the way his voice sounded so hopeful.

"I want you to stay. Tonight. Tomorrow night. The rest of our lives. I want you in my life, now and forever." Harry told him. He looked Draco in the eyes, showing his true feelings and Draco's answering grin spoke volumes. He swooped down on Harry, kissing him, clutching him to his body and his heart. When he pulled back, they were both breathless.

"We take this slow, Harry. I won't force you. I made that promise and I'm sticking to it."

"Thank you, love." Harry smiled, kissing him lightly. Hand in hand, they made their way into the bedroom, taking time to kiss each other and whatever body part they exposed to each other as they undressed.

Draco doused the candles in the room before joining his husband in bed. He kissed Harry one final time before directing Harry's head to lay upon his chest. Harry snuggled into his side, a hand resting over Draco's steadily beating heart, and drifted off to sleep.

Draco watched his husband sleep, kissing the raven locks gently. He blessed whatever deity happened to be listening for bringing this wonderful man into his life.

He sighed, drifting off to sleep listening to Harry breathe.

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Harry's smile threatened to split his face. He rolled to his side, finding Draco's side of the bed empty. There was a note on the pillow, partially covered by a single white lily. He picked up the flower and inhaled the sweet sent before opening the note.

Harry,

Last night was one of the most greatest moments of my life and I do hope you feel the same way. You trusted me with your heart as I already trust you with mine. I await the day I can finally claim you as my own.

I love you.

Draco

PS...do not forget our lunch date with your grandparents this afternoon.

Harry sighed.

Hermione entered the room, balancing a breakfast tray on her hip. She smiled brightly when she saw that Harry was awake.

"Rumor has it that Lord Malfoy was caught smiling into his tea this morning, a far-off look in his eyes." she grinned, setting the tray in his lap. "Spill it, Potter."

"Nothing to tell, really." Harry shrugged, buttering a piece of toast. She gave him "The Look" and he felt himself blush. Hermione squealed with delight, sitting beside her friend. He found himself telling her everything, glossing over the heated session in the carriage on the way home. He admitted to her he was hoping Draco would make love to him last night, instead of going to sleep.

"Do you honestly think you're ready for that?" she wondered. Harry thought about it.

"My heart says yes but it's my mind I'm trying to work around."

"He did say he would wait, Harry. No need to rush yourself."

"I know. I want him so much it hurts but at the same time, I'm scared he'll hurt me like Dudley tried to."

"The key word is tried, Harry. Dudley tried and failed. You will get through this." She touched his hand and he squeezed it, thankful for her support. He ate his breakfast before she helped him get ready for the day.

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A/N: -Evil grin- There! You got smut and fluff in one go!