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"No!"

Draco grumbled something, rolling his mercury coloured eyes as he gazed at Scorpius fondly, the little boy hiding behind a rather large plush lion named Rumbleroar, hiding away from his father and doubling his efforts to in-fact not take a bath as he did not stink. "Scorpius," Draco chided, his tone relaxed.

Harry leaned against the doorjamb, watching as he had been for the past fifteen minutes. As well-behaved as Scorpius was about everything else, he was... devilish about this. Finally, he decided to step in. "Scorp, c'mon, your bath with me wasn't so bad was it? You didn't get dizzy at all."

The little blonde child pouted, shaking his head adamantly and pushing the overly-large lion farther in front of him. "N-No!"

Draco sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was days like these that he wondered why he had a child. He adored Scorpius, don't worry about that, but it was days like these that happened once in a blue moon where Scorpius didn't cooperate. "Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, you will come to the bathroom this instant or no more apples for a week." He knew that was low, even for himself. Scorpius adored apples, and there was nothing that Draco liked to do more than spoil his precious son (even if he did have a very clear head on his albeit frail, and weak shoulders) but Draco was a little more on the... tense and high-strung side tonight and he just wanted to put Scorpius to bed and hopefully "lose himself in the throes of passion" as he animatedly told himself.

"C'mon, Scorpius." Harry walked into the room, brushing a hand soothingly over the back of Draco's neck. "What if I could charm Perry and make him waterproof? I bet he'd enjoy a bath."

Scorpius blinked, looking like he thinking the decision over in his little blonde head before giving a small huff. "And there will be lots of bubbles? And a ducky?" Draco smirked. So that's where the Malfoy line went.

He shuddered at the small touch from Harry, leaning back ever-so slightly and answering Scorpius in a muted tone. "Yes Scorp, duckies and bubbles. But not unless we take a bath now."

"There, see? Plenty of reasons to take a bath." Harry grinned at the boy. "It'll be fun."

After a few tense moments of silence, Scorpius shuffled out from behind the large lion, slowly making his way towards Harry and Draco by the door. "Okay... as long as I get apples."

"You will get plenty of apples," Harry assured him, hiking him up and settling the boy on his hip.

Scorpius's face broke out in a wide smile, his hands clamping around Harry as if all you had to do was flick a light switch and the child went from brooding and unwilling to willing to jump in to the bathtub all 'gung-ho' with his clothes still on. "Alright Scorp, let's go give you a bath." Draco chuckled.

Harry grinned, jiggling him lightly before leaning forward and placing a light kiss on Draco's lips. He figured if he was going to be sticking around, Scorpius should get used to it.

Scorpius giggled, poking his daddy's stomach who gave a small 'oof!' and pointed dramatically to the bathroom. "To the bath!" he cheered, but alas, with his missing tooth it came out "To zeh baf!" But Draco smiled warmly and ruffled his hair none-the-less, following Harry as he walked with Scorpius out of the room.

"You want to handle this yourself?" Harry asked, glancing back at Draco. "Or can I help?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, opening the door to the bathroom and waving Harry inside. "You'd like to help? Please do." He pulled his wand out of his pocket and waved it at the tub, heating the already filled basin of water and allowing bottles of bubbles, red and blue, orange, pink and green came to dump soap into the tub, bubbles springing to life over the top of the water.

Harry laughed, setting Scorpius down to tug off his shirt. He ignored the pang at seeing the too-thin frame. "A spell for every occasion, Draco?"

The elder blonde snorted in amusement, rolling up the sleeves to his long sleeved shirt before he realized what he was doing, the Dark Mark reflecting gruesomely against the bathroom light, in full, twisted view of Harry's emerald eyes in the too small bathroom.

Harry's eyes were drawn immediately to it. He'd seen it already, yes, but it was harsher in the small room and brought memories Harry would sooner forget, had spent years trying to forget. He looked away quickly, smiled at Scorpius. "Pants off," he instructed, "and into the tub with you."

Draco instantly rolled his sleeve back down, cursing himself inwardly for his stupidity as he grabbed a few ducks from the box of toys near the bath and charmed some of them to float around and spray water as well as accio'ing Perry before turning back to Scorpius and helping the little boy get his pants off with a small smile. "Careful, Scorp."

Harry charmed the little unicorn to make him waterproof and dropped him onto a duck. It bobbed and weaved, clearly offended to have something on it, and began to swim a bit faster to get the heavy thing off. The brunette laughed, kneeling down by the tub, his hand brushing Draco's leg as he went.

Draco gave a small start and shudder before gently picking Scorpius up and placing him slowly in the tub, allowing his body to get used to the temperature change. He sat on the edge of the toilet, smiling at his son as he splashed around contently for a few moments.

Smiling, Harry scooted to sit at Draco's feet, a hand resting on his knee.

Draco combed a hand through Harry's hair, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple before reaching in to the tub and poking Scorpius' forehead. "Okay, Scorp, eyes closed." He smiled softly, reaching over and grabbing a small red bottle and squirting a small amount of shampoo onto his hand, gently combing his fingers through the little boy's hair.

Harry looked from one blonde to the other, trying in vain to decide which was more precious. Scorpius with his childish charm, his surprising verve, and his absolute sweetness. And then, of course, Draco. So different from their school days, it seemed, but Harry knew the snark was still there from the few times it had come out. A gorgeous man, a clearly wonderful father... And Harry was looking forward to discovering what kind of lover. Smiling, he rested his cheek on Draco's calf.

Draco took a small bowl, looking to be made out of some form of plastic and filled it with water, covering Scorpius's eyes and dumping it over his head. Repeating this a few times, he put the bowl back at the edge of the shiny white tub and allowed Scorpius to play for a few more minutes. ...Draco froze.

Water dripped from his face, landing against the collar of his shirt. Scorpius looked up from the bath, cheeks red with laughter as he splashed his father again with a flick of his fingers. Draco quickly let out a warm bout of laughter, reaching over and splashing Scorpius with a small spray of water, the rubber ducklings joining in the fun and spraying water around. Cheers and laughter rang through the bathroom. But, the two Malfoy's froze after a moment's play. Scorpius's hands clasping over his mouth, eyes wide as a particularly large wave of water hit Harry in the face. "O-Oh-!" The little boy squeaked.

Harry blinked rapidly, wiping tendrils of hair out of his face before laughing. "Am I under attack?" he teased, a jet of water shooting from his wand and soaking the two Malfoys.

"H-Haarrry!" Scorpius and Draco both whined, wiping water from their faces and laughing, their equally bright blonde hair falling to frame their faces as they each scooped water in to their hands and flung it. Scorpius using both hands to fling soapy water at the two adults and Draco flinging water at Scorpius. A large splash fest ensuing that had Harry and Draco soaked to the bone, Scorpius grinning widely and laughing, his little chest rising and falling, his body shaking with giggles.

Laughing, Harry peeled off his soaked shirt and let it fall to the floor with a wet plop. "I don't think I've ever gotten so wet during someone else's bath," he remarked and caught Scorpius just over his heart with another bit of water.

The little boy giggled, playing around for a few more minutes as Draco peeled his shirt off, throwing it on top of Harry's and reaching for a few towels that rested against the basin of the toilet. He rubbed the towel over his hair for a few moments, his face, his chest before reaching down and plopping the towel on top of the brunette's hair, gently rubbing it over the wet locks as Scorpius's giggles echoed throughout the bathroom.

Harry squeezed Draco's knee, pleased and smiling under the towel. "Once Scorpius actually gets in the tub, he takes to it like a fish."

Scorpius made a fish face in response, pressing his hands against his slightly reddened cheeks and pursing his lips. "Fishy!" he mumbled, giggling as he blew water from between his lips.

The brunette looked over, laughing aloud. Godric, he was adorable. He just couldn't - no. No, Harry quickly cut those thoughts off. He didn't want them to temper everything he did with the boy with thoughts of what was to come if there truly wasn't a cure.

Scorpius splashed around for a few more moments, Draco gazing upon him fondly as he carted a hand through Harry's still damp hair. "Okay, Scorp, time to rinse off then get out." The little boys answering pout was adorable.

Harry laughed again. "You can have another bath tomorrow."

Scorpius grumbled something as Draco dumped a little more water over his head before holding his arms out. The elder Malfoy lifted him up, a towel already placed on his water soaked pants. He wrapped the white fluffy monster of a towel around Scorpius, drying his hair off with an edge of it, a warm smile on his lips as he mumbled soft words to the pouting child.

Harry watched, smiling warmly at the pair of them. The bathroom was cleaned and dried with a couple of quick, murmured spells and his wand tucked away once more.

Draco placed Scorpius back on the ground, his little body wrapped in a fluffy towel that almost devoured the poor five year old. "Okay, Scorp," he murmured, "go pick out some pajamas." The little boy smiled, nodded and rushed off, careful not to drip over the towel as he barrelled in to his room.

Harry reached out, twining his arms around the man. "You're all wet."

Draco chuckled, the sound rumbling in his throat. "So are you." He turned in Harry's arms, wrapping his own around the smaller man's waist and pressing their lips together. "Why don't you go make sure Scorpius gets his pajamas on, okay, and I'll go get his vitamins?" he mumbled against the Savior's lips.

"I can manage that," he murmured, tongue sliding slowly over Draco's lips.

The blonde let out a strangled moan, pushing Harry away with a small, withheld look of something almost wild in his eyes. "Y-You're going to be the death of me at this rate." He gave the brunette a little shove. "Off to the child with you!"

Harry's smile was slow. "I won't kill you so easily, Draco. I want you alive to experience all the things I'm looking forward to doing to you." With an amused salute, he walked out of the small room and down the hall to help Scorpius.

The blonde smacked his arse on the way out of the bathroom, turning and heading towards the kitchen to grab Scorpius's vitamins with rampant thoughts stampeding through his head of everything he was looking forward to having done to him.

Harry was smiling widely as he caught Scorpius from behind, swinging him up and around. "Did you pick out pajamas?"

Scorpius's shrieks of laughter rang out through the apartment as he wiggled wildly in Harry's arms. "Haarrryy!" The little boy giggled, clasping his hands around the bigger wizard's ones around his waist. "Yes!"

"Where are they?" Harry asked, pretending to chomp on his neck. "There on the bed?"

Scorpius giggled wildly, flailing around and nodding his head. "Yup! Yup! Lions! Roaaaarr!" The little child imitated a lions roar as he pointed towards the lion covered onesie on his bed.

Laughing, Harry bounced him on the bed and plucked up the pajamas. "Kings of the jungle, lions. There's nothing braver."

"Except maybe a snake." Draco spoke from the doorway, his heart fluttering at the sight of the man he felt himself falling for, and fast, and his baby boy. There was just something that seemed to fit seeing the two play together, Scorpius held high up in the air and bounced on the bed, Harry's laughter echoing around the room.

"A brave snake?" Harry tossed a wry grin over his shoulder. "Snake's may be cunning and ambitious, but bravery isn't exactly their thing."

Scorpius giggled, his hands covering his mouth to try and hide the sounds of laughter.

"I think I was very brave during a few years at Hogwarts, Potter." The blonde smirked, sauntering his way in to the bedroom and giving a small, smiling glance towards his little giggling blonde on the bed. "Oh, and what are you giggling at my dear little son?" Draco laughed warmly. "You're a snake down to your little white bones."

"That's what you think. He'd make a fine Gryffindor." He started to help Scorpius into the onesie, smile fond. "I'll help see to that."

Draco gave a pause, tilting his head with a fond grin pushing at his lips. He'll see to that? "Oh really, Potter? You make it sound like you'll be here for a very long time." He crossed his arms over his chest as if to show that he was indifferent over the situation when in fact his heart was pounding so violently it could have jumped out of his chest. He hoped Harry would be here for a long while, he was certain.

"Depends how long I'm wanted, doesn't it?" Harry hid his smile by burying his face into the child's hair.

Scorpius giggled. "Stay! Stay!" he chanted as he tugged the onesie out from under him and proceeded to try and wrangle the thing on to his feet.

"Well Potter, I have to take my child in to account first, don't I? It seems you're wanted to stay." Draco spoke lightly, his tone full of love for the small bundle of feet and flailing hands on the bed, and for the handsome - gorgeous brunette a few feet away.

With a soft laugh, Harry helped him into the thing. "Draco, I've got Teddy for a few days next week. Ah... Maybe he and Scorpius should meet? I mean, well..." He trailed off for a moment, unsure if he should've even brought this up. He wasn't at all sure of Draco's feelings regarding his Aunt Andromeda. "He's your little cousin and all."

He hummed contemplatively for a few moments. "I don't see why not. Hey Scorpius, how about a picnic?" The words sounded almost Muggle coming from his lips, Draco not even blinking his eyes at the thought.

"Yay! Picnic! Picnic!"

"Is that alright with you, Harry?"

His smile blossomed slowly and warmly, gazing at the other man. "That's excellent."

Draco nodded, hefting Scorpius in to his arms and holding him against his hip as he brandished another small red cup like the one Harry had seen on his first day with the Malfoy family. "Okay, little one." Scorpius took the cup in to his hands, reaching in and pulling out a little gummy, chewing on it thoughtfully.

"Maybe this'll be the last night you have to have those, Scorpius." Harry smiled.

The little child giggled happily, throwing his hands up in the air. "Yay! They're icky." He stuck his tongue out, his bright silver eyes crinkling around the edges.

Draco smiled, shaking his head and taking the, thankfully empty, cup from the child's hand and giving him a small glass of water. "Drink and then bed." He chuckled.

"Does that bed order go for me too?" Harry teased, smile wicked at the edges.

Draco smirked at Scorpius's confused look. "Yes. Off to bed Potter, you shouldn't be up after curfew! What would happen if a professor saw you now? Tsk tsk, always one for breaking rules, aren't you, Potter?"

Scorpius blinked once more. "Harry can sleep here!" he gasped, almost dramatically. "He can't be in trouble!"

"I highly doubt I'll get in any sort of trouble. My school days are in the past, thankfully." He swept the child away, giving him a fond squeeze and a warm kiss to his brow. "But I'm off to bed anyway. Goodnight, Scorp."

Scorpius giggled warmly, nuzzling back against his father and waving at Harry. "Night, 'Arry!"

Draco chuckled, gently patting Scorpius's back as the little boy gave a small cough. "Okay, Scorpius, to bed." He walked over, placing him down and allowing him to snuggle under the warm, fluffy comforters before kissing his head.

Harry cast a final glance over his shoulder at them before quietly slipping out of one bedroom and directly into another. He took a moment to look around and appreciate Draco's taste while his still-damp jeans were pulled off. The boxers were taken care of with a quick drying charm before he stretched out in Draco's bed, still wearing them. May as well give him something to take off.

Back in Scorpius's bedroom, Draco was kneeling next to his son, resting against the floor and smiling at him with a calm, gentle push at his lips.

"Daddy?" The little boy mumbled from his mass of soft, fluffy pillows and warm, comforting blankets.

"Yeah, Scorp?"

"Do you love Harry?"

There was a momentary pause as Draco's thoughts danced around the question, flashes of green sparking in his mind. "Yeah, Scorp, yeah. I think I do."

"Go-" there was a yawn, "-od. Good. I like Harry."

Draco chuckled, passing a hand gently through the dozing child's hair. "Yeah Scorp, I do too." He stood after, kissing Scorpius's forehead, taking a small note in his brain if the boy felt too cool or too warm.

"Love you... daddy..."

"Love you too, Scorpius." He turned, walking out quietly after tucking Perry, who was resting against the dresser, into Scorpius's arms and shutting the lights off, leaving the door cracked marginally, and giving a small Golden Snitch that rested on the door arch a small tap. It lit up softly, and began to flutter around the room. Scorpius enjoyed that as a night light. When he was little it was charmed to alert a house elf is something was wrong with the baby, who would then alert Draco or Astoria. Mainly Draco.

Now it was just a comforting presence if Scorpius ever awoke from a bad dream.

With one fond look back at his child, the little tuft of blonde hair, Draco turned, heart giving a lurch in his chest. Now to something more... entertaining. He walked to his bedroom with an almost skip in his step.

Harry was laid back against the pillows, languidly stroking his chest when the door opened. He flicked a smile Draco's way when the door opened. "Did I beat curfew?" he teased.

A smirked pulled at Draco's lips as he shut and locked the door, casting a small silence charm with his wand before letting his eyes drift over the delicious looking body laid out over his Slytherin green sheets, the white comforter having been chucked off last night. "I'm sorry, ," Draco smirked, an almost feral look coming to his lips. "You didn't." He stalked up to the bed, pants slung tortuously low on his hips. "You'll need to be punished for breaking curfew."

Harry's legs parted invitingly, fingers trailing down and over the growing bulge in his pants. "But I'm so very sorry."

Draco crawled on to the bed, placing himself between Quidditch toned legs but too far away to touch. "I don't think sorry is going to work this time, Golden Boy." He trailed a hand lightly over taut muscles and sun-kissed skin, a pert pink tongue coming out to lick at his lips.

"Do your worst, then. I clearly deserve it." Harry arched his hips just far enough to begin inching his boxers down.

He chuckled, nipping at a prominent hipbone before flopping over next to the brunette, hands resting behind his head languidly. "Nah, I don't think I will. Not in the punishing mood today, if you understand." The 'Malfoy smirk' as it was called by a fair-few was still pushing at his lips.

"Lazy," Harry accused and his boxers vanished entirely. "Seems I'll be doing all the work." He curled his fingers around his length, languidly pumping his fist.

Draco groaned, rolling his slate silver eyes. "Learn how to take a joke, Potter." He rolled over, straddling Harry's hips after shucking away his own trousers, leaving him in just his boxers before smacking away the moving hand and replacing it with his own, slowly pumping his hand against Harry's cock. "Better?" he purred, leaning down to nip and suck at Harry's neck.

"Much," Harry praised, head tilting to grant him more access. "And I was teasing, you delicious git."

Draco chuckled, moving his lips lower and lower, gently circling a pert nipple with his tongue before blowing on it, enjoying the shudder that rippled through the body below him as he swiped his thumb over the head of Harry's cock. "Delicious, am I?"

"Your mouth, anyway. S'pose I'll have to wait my turn to get to taste the rest of you." His hands slid down, cupping Draco's arse and squeezing.

Draco let out a strangled moan, giving a particularly vicious nip to the supple skin of Harry's neck. "Impatient, aren't we?" He pressed their lips together without a second thought, another moan escaping as Harry took over his senses.

The auror rolled him over, straddling his waist, and lowering his head to sink his teeth into the blonde's neck. "A bit, yes. When's the last time you were with anyone?"

Draco swallowed, his heart catching in his throat. "U-Um..." He sighed, gently rubbing a hand up and down Harry's side. "Five years..." he whispered quietly, avoiding starring at the gorgeous brunette above him.

More than a little surprised by that, Harry framed Draco's face in his hands and lowered his lips gently. "Ever been with another bloke?"

Draco chuckled softly, sealing their lips again, a hand caressing Harry's hip with small circles. "You should of seen me in my Hogwarts days, Harry."

"I'd rather not hear names," Harry decided, nipping fondly at Draco's bottom lip. "I plan to make you forget them anyway."

Draco gave a small shudder, his voice raspy with something akin to pure want for the Boy-Who-Lived, this gorgeous brunette, emerald-eyed wizard who'd practically fallen in to his life. "L-Let's just say that most of the time I was picturing dark hair and b-bright green eyes to notice names and faces." He blushed at the admission, tilting his head away.

An admission for an admission, Harry decided and began to kiss his way down, speaking between each moist press of lips. "I didn't have anyone at school. Had other things to worry about besides dating and the fact that I was less attracted to Ron's sister the more her breasts grew. And then, of course, this blonde git I was supposed to hate kept coming into my mind every time I needed a good wank."

He chuckled, hands coming up from his sides to drift through Harry's hair and press deeply against his shoulders. "Mm, whoever this blonde git is, I'll have to thank him." His voice was heady with lust.

"I'm about to," Harry replied and slicked the flat of his tongue alongside the underside of Draco's shaft in a long, wet stroke.

The blonde let out a hoarse moan, his hips jerking in to the air as his hands came to clasp around harshly, trying to find some form of purchase to hang on to. The ending results had the blonde's hands clasped firmly on Harry's shoulder and one against the soon to be sweat soaked sheets below.

Harry took the crown into his mouth, suckling with a pleased hum as his head slowly sank lower. His hands came up, gripping Draco's hips and lifting them slightly.

Draco couldn't help himself, couldn't have been coy if his life depended on it. He moaned the other's name, shuddering at the heat that seemed to run through his veins at the simple action. "F-Fuck, Potter!"

Hearing Draco cry out like that had a shudder down Harry's own spine. He continued to suckle down until his nose brushed the golden curls at the base, hands reaching around to squeeze his arse.

Draco's legs fell open further, inviting the brunette to have his way as he sat back and tried not to almost willingly jump over the edge towards the orgasm that was quickly barreling its way through his body.

Harry gave a pleased hum, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks as his tongue pressed against and lapped at the shaft. A finger slid along the crack of his arse, a wordless spell slicking the digit as it slid within the tight entrance.

Draco's back arched off the bed at the odd intrusion, his body clenching tightly as he moaned at the warm suction. His fingers trailed down over his own stomach, taut with pleasure, before he tangled his fingers in disheveled hair and jerked Harry's head up, smashing their lips together.

As they kissed, tongues tangling heatedly, Harry slid a second finger in. His other hand curled into one of Draco's thighs to ease his legs further apart.

He dropped his head down to Harry's neck, kissing and biting the wizard's deliciously tanned skin, moaning as he was stretched, his body humming with the added pleasure.

Harry groaned, adding a third, thrusting finger to stretch him even further. "You're so gorgeous, Draco."

The blonde moaned wantonly, eyes clenched shut as he tried to relax his muscles at the odd intrusion. "T-thanks, you git." He chuckled, his voice raspy as he threw his head back against the pillows, back arching as white flashed behind his lids.

Godric, was he responsive. Harry lowered his head, tongue flicking over Draco's skin. He caught a nipple between his teeth, tugged at it teasingly.

"P-Potter- I swear, if we don't-" He paused, tilting his head to the side and letting out a breathy moan. "If we don't get to the shagging right now-" There were too many sensations, old and new, burning through his veins. He was achingly hard and stretched so deliciously that he just wanted to be thoroughly shagged by this gorgeous, gorgeous man.

With a breathless laugh, Harry pushed Draco's knees up to his chest. "Demanding, aren't you?" he teased, but was just as eager.

He groaned, hissing at the pleasurable ache of his muscles stretching in his legs. "Y-Yeah, yeah, Potter." His chest was heaving, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. "J-Just..." He licked his lips, eyes a molten silver as he gazed at the brunette between his legs. "Get on with it will you?" Impatient as always.

Harry eased in, groaning at that first, hot breach. "Bloody hell," he breathed.

Draco moaned, the burning stretch as he was filled was insurmountable too anything that he had come to feel before this moment. Harry filling him, stretching him wide just felt right, the feelings pounding in his chest as he grasped the sheets below him, just shattered inside. "Harry."

"Draco," Harry whispered, pausing once he was fully sheathed within. Heart hammering, he dropped his brow to the blonde's shoulder, drawing ragged breaths. "Godric, you're tight..."

Draco took in a few deep breaths, body shaking as he tried to relax at the intrusion. Salazar did the stretch, the burn of being filled feeling amazing after so long. He gave a small, shuddering moan and moved his hips, hissing at the small twinge of pain. "P-Potter... Harry..." He cracked his eyes open, giving a small kiss to the soft, sweat slicked skin in front of him. "Move."

On a groan, Harry complied. So tight, so hot. And it Draco bloody Malfoy, a teenage dream come true. He clutched the blonde's hips, keeping up a steady, albeit quickening, pace. He lifted his head and gazed at him, a dim part of him wondering where his glasses had gone and when, but even that part of his mind was drowned out as he drew closer to the edge. "Draco," he moaned. "So perfect, Draco..."

The blonde's breathing was almost near erratic, his hands lifting to grab on to Harry's ever-moving shoulders, moans escaping his lips, not withheld as Harry rocked against him. "Faster." He groaned, clenching down on the length within him, a desperate sort of moan escaping his lips as something within him was struck and stars exploded behind his vision.

Harry cried out at the sudden tightening, head falling back. "Ohh... Oh, there it is..." Panting, he rocked back and rammed against the spot again.

Draco's back arched almost violently, his legs coming to wrap around Harry's waist as they rocked together, the blonde moaning as he clung to the brunette desperately. Sensations pounded against his body, fire, heat, lust burned through his veins as he tightened around the length ramming inside him. "H-Harry..."

"Let go, Draco. I want to... unf... I want to feel you t-tighten around me." He reached down, curled his fingers around the other man's leaking prick and pumped eagerly.

His body gave a painful lurch, his vision seemed to be stained white permanently as Harry barrelled in to him, rocking against Draco as he took him in. "Harry..." he moaned the other's name, allowing whimpers to spill from his lips as he rocked back against the brunette's thrust, his orgasm curling in his stomach.

"Draco..." Harry groaned, vision hazier than it normally was without his glasses. "Now," he demanded with a deep, hard thrust.

Draco came with a violent lurch, his whole body clamping down and around the auror. His legs tightened around Harry's waist, his arms quickly going around the other's neck as his muscles tightened down like a vice around the heated length barrelling inside of him. He moaned the other's name, his eyes clenched shut as the fire in his veins seemed to explode, his orgasm rocking his body, his release sputtering against his chest.

With an outcry that made him thankful for the silencing charm Draco had used, Harry continued to thrust, his own release spilling deep within the blonde with every rock of his hips. "Draco," he chanted. "Draco, Draco, Draco..."

Said blonde fell back against the sweat-soaked sheets after a few more moments, chest heaving, body moving with the slowing thrusts from the brunette above. Head bent back and eyes closed he breathed deeply, close to almost gasping for air as his body melted against the sheets.

Quivering, Harry all-but collapsed onto the man below him. He panted against his neck, face buried in the curve. It was like his body had shattered, leaving him empty and lethargic. He couldn't even drum up the energy to pull out or cuddle or even speak. He could only breathe and wonder if he'd ever be able to move again.

Draco gave a small groan, pushing Harry off of him before curling up against his side. He hissed softly, the sound between a whimper and a moan as Harry's limp shaft slid out of him as the two rolled over. He gave a small, weak sigh, eyes slipping closed as his head fell against the brunette's shoulder, his mouth not allowing him to speak.

With not a little bit of effort, Harry tilted his head down and pressed his nose into Draco's hair. "Mmf," was the best he could manage.

He gave a small chuckle, an exhausted expression pushing at his lips as he slung an arm around the Quidditch-toned waist pressed against him. "Sleep," he whispered almost inaudibly. "Talk 'n 'he morning..." His eyes drifted closed slowly, his breathing beginning to even out as sleep began to creep in to the edges of the blonde's boggled brain.

"Mmhm," Harry sleepily agreed, pleased that they were on the same wavelength. He turning his body slightly to better press against the lithe one at his side and murmured something suspiciously close to "Love you" before he was fast asleep.

The blonde followed a few moments later, not even bothering to disconcert reality from fantasy, comforted by the befuddled words as he drifted off to dreams.

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Annddddd. We'll end it there. Thank you all so much for the wait with these chapters, me and Syl have been so bloody busy. I might go visit my girlfriend tomorrow too... Which. I'm not sure. /relies on her horoscope way too much.

So me and Syl are going to go disappear again, her going to sleep, me to go... write. More. Angst. I love the stuff, it's like really good tea. It sucks when you run out but when you get more it's like BAM. Ok. Ok. Night.

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