Despite the very large bed, when Harry awoke, he was lying on his back with Draco on top of him. Draco was still fast asleep, and Harry couldn't help but smiling slightly. He never thought that he'd feel this way about Draco Malfoy but he did. And it was strangely comfortable. It was as though they were meant to be like this. Meant to be. Harry laughed quietly at the idea. He and Draco? It sounded so ridiculous. He could just imagine the looks on Hermione and Ron's faces. His chest tightened as he thought of them.

As much as he hated the island, he had this slight inclination not to leave. They'd go back to Scotland and they'd be thrown right back into the war. Did he really want that? He'd have a hard time convincing the Order that Draco was harmless – which he truly believed after spending a week alone with him. If anything, Draco was clumsier than he was and had a knack for getting himself into trouble. But Draco was terrified of being a Death Eater. Harry had seen that in his face when he'd told him about what had happened in the forest. He was terrified of becoming his father.

Harry sighed and draped his arm over Draco, closing his eyes and simply drinking in the moment. Comfortable, quiet and he absolutely didn't want it to end. Draco mumbled something before stirring. He stiffened in Harry's arms and it took a moment before he relaxed and put his head on Harry's chest. A small smile came to Harry's lips.

"You're drooling on my shirt," Harry said quietly without opening his eyes.

"I don't drool, Potter," Draco answered into Harry's chest.

"You drool cute drool."

"Ugh," Draco pushed himself away from Harry and rolled over onto his back. "Take that back. I don't drool and I'm not cute."

"So you say," Harry snorted, opening his eyes and looking over at the other boy, who was glaring at him. Harry reached over and grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him closer. Draco resisted for a moment, and Harry instinctively knew that this was going to take a lot of work. This was not going to be an easy relationship. Merlin, he'd said relationship.

He was doomed.

"If I didn't know better, Potter, I'd say you were trying to get in my pants."

Harry choked and Draco snickered at his reaction. "You wish," he said quickly.

"Maybe," Draco said, a sly look coming over his features and he pushed himself up and over Harry, so that he had an arm on either side of Harry's shoulders and he was straddling his waist. "Or maybe I want to get in your pants." He leaned over and pressed his lips against Harry's, running his tongue over Harry's bottom lip. His cold hands slipped under Harry's shirt and over his chest, causing a shiver to run up the Gryffindor's spine.

"I'm fine with that," Harry said as Draco pulled his lips away and leaned over him, kissing the edge of Harry's jaw before sucking gently on the other boy's earlobe. He groaned into Draco's throat. He reached around Draco and grabbed the edge of the blonde's shirt and pulled upward. Draco momentarily lapsed in his ministrations to remove the shirt himself, before returning to where he'd left off, licking and sucking his way down to Harry's throat.

Draco slid his hands under the waistband of Harry's pajamas, pulling them off slowly as he kissed and sucked his way down Harry's chest. Harry groaned again, running a hand through Draco's hair before the other boy made his way back up and Harry pressed his mouth against Draco's, kicking off his pants the rest of the way off before wrapping his leg around Draco's and pushing the other boy over so that he was now on top.

They were still lip-locked and Harry traced a finger along the scar on Draco's chest. He had certainly left his mark on the Slytherin, and although he regretted it, he couldn't help but feel smug about having some sort of mark on the boy. Draco was his.

Draco shimmied his way out of his own pajamas while pulling Harry's own shirt off. They were soon back to kissing, and it was entirely all tongues. A fierce battle for dominance, and currently, Harry had the upper hand.

"God," Draco moaned into Harry's mouth.

"What's he gotta do with it?" Harry breathed, pausing momentarily. Draco looked as though he was about to laugh, except that they were both completely out of breath and trying to get oxygen back into their lungs.

"I want you," he said into Harry's ear. "I really, really want you. I've never wanted anything so badly."

"You have me," Harry answered with a smile, kissing Draco softly. "You have all of me, I promise." He shifted slightly, grabbing his wand from under his pillow. After readying themselves, Harry took the lead. Harry wasn't a virgin, though many thought he was. He'd spent plenty of nights with Ginny, but she was different. She wasn't at all like this. They had been together out of need for someone, some sort of comfort. Harry was with Draco out of need for him.

It was slippery and shy and clumsy, but it was so good and right, and when Harry finally collapsed on top of Draco, he felt complete. This was how it was supposed to be. And he didn't want to ever let this go.