Welcome to your own demise.

No. We kid.

No. Siriusly.

Yes. I went there.

/angst.

We'd like to offer our thanks to the following people, wizards, pets, mudblood-muggle-borns, and giants.

Nansa, Rocketship Walker, Shadow Typhoon, cyn23, Kane the girl, AFLlover, Zerri, kickassvixen, TearfullPixie, rikku-san, Dustin travis, cinephan, 20eKUraN11, WannabeeAuthor2545, watcherwoman, zazuzarzu, mandylaren23, kmart29, Gaara-kazekage, LittleMissOddball, Booklover00, Jane Rose Weasley, Penelope Snape, Hollyowl, jessirose85, kasmi001, , Stelina Miko Kitsune, greenwitch88, TheGoddessCaillech, Eve Fett, What Is Worng With People, jjzappel, thisisnoproblem, allidiane23, netglow, thisisnoproblem, jjzappel, Miss Galleta, CFinnster, loveGD, neverfall16, Axelslittlepyro, PuRpLeCoRaL, Paper Angels, Pedme, Leaf Angel 821.

Anonymous (We try to balance it out as much as we can~ Except this chapter. The really hot, drool worthy smut-to-Scorpius cuteness ratio is kinda low. But we'll try!)

lilz54 (YOU MY DEAR- :huggles:),

RileetheRiddler (Haha~ I love it. Becoming Obsessed's name is Rylee!), GaYhUsBaNdZzWiFfEyY (Love your name, and your review! Thank you so much, we're glad you find it so perfect. :heart:!)

And a quick dedication to the page Harry Potter Fanfiction Authors and Readers / Nymphadora on Facebook (JeremysPrincess on Fanfiction!) for giving this a read, and maybe a little publicity.

Thank you! We couldn't do this without you! Ok. We could. Well. Syl could. I'd cry and wonder why no one loves me. :/ You can tell who is older, can't you. Yeah. It's- Perry. Perry's older.

Perry's eternal. No beginning, no ending. He's just awesomely, wonderfully, beautifully there. In all his unicorn glory :)

Can you see how deep she is compared to me? xD I blame all the angst I write. I have no emotions anymore.

ATTENTION: I would just like to state, that on August 4th, 2011 Winguardium Leviosa got 1,010 hits in the span of 8 hours. (2,080 in another 8 after that! 2,300+ for the whole day!) Thank you.

With 29,590 words, 6 chapters, 41 reviews, 4,151 views, 44 favorites and 73 alerts Wingardium Leviosa is turning in to an amazing fic. Thank you so much. From me and Syl.

Wow XD I never keep track of... any of that.

I do! :D Which makes me better than you. Which means I get cookies. NO I'M JOKING.

I LOVE YA SYL. :hearts:

And I would like to offer a big WARNING: This chapter is pure smut till a little bit before the end. Enjoy.

-8-8-8-8-8-8-8-

Harry woke the same way he always did... except the part where an obviously demonic cat was sitting on his chest and giving him a clear, unblinking stare. He jolted and the thing announced its disapproval in the form of claws sinking into his skin. "Fuck," Harry hissed, reaching for his glasses. "No wonder your damn name's Severus," he muttered and managed to pry the thing off his skin.

There was a tsk from across the room, long, nimble-fingered hands come into Harry's view as Severus was pried off his chest. "Severus," Draco grumbled, dropping the cat outside of his room and shutting the door quietly, aware that Scorpius was still asleep. The blonde was clad in only a white-washed towel that hung lowly around his hips, water dripping against his shoulders as his damp hair drifted into his eyes. Sun shone from the white beach-style windows across the room, gently shading everything, as it was still early.

Harry smiled slowly, drinking in the sight. "You're way too lovely to be wearing so many clothes."

The blonde gave a small start, head whipping around to glance back at the bed, a hand coming to rub at a small pinch in his neck. "O-Oh!" He pushed hair back from his forehead, trying to ignore the warmth that spread across his cheeks. "You're up."

"I always wake up early, and your cat didn't exactly help." He pouted slightly, eyes holding a teasing light. "You showered without me?"

Draco chuckled, the sound warm and affectionate as he walked over to Harry's side of the bed. His brain gave a small pause. Harry's side of the bed? He rather liked the sound of that. "I'm sorry, love." He purred, resting a hand against Harry's chest and leaning down, pressing their lips together in a deep kiss.

"You should be sorry," he murmured against Draco's mouth, hands reaching up and arms wrapping around his neck. "'Morning."

He gave a small, pleasured hum, pressing their lips together softly, a hand carting through the mess of tangled locks that was Harry's hair. "Good morning to you too." His heart pounded in his chest. Was that how is was always going to be? Good morning kisses, amazing sex, a pounding heart and a deliciously handsome, and romantic, brunette to wake up to? Damn, he hoped so.

The auror pulled his lover down onto the bed with him, grinning. He felt giddy, memories of the night before flooding him. "I am so bloody glad I was passing the park while you were there."

He chuckled quietly, silver eyes looking like molten silver in the warm August sun. "You and me both." He pressed their lips together again, arms resting on either side of his lover's head. The word stopped Draco's heart for a moment. Dear Merlin. He was lovers with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. His kiss tasted all the more sweeter.

Harry smiled through the kiss, pleased with the situation. Draco's towel was tugged away so his fingers could stroke his bared hips, trail over the curve of his arse. "You're beautiful, you know."

Draco gave a small, pleased moan. "Mm. I know." He pulled Harry's lower lip between his teeth, dragging his fingers through tangled brown locks. "And you know what else I know?"

"Enlighten me," he teased, letting out a soft laugh.

"You could use a shower." He tugged at a piece of hair before grabbing his towel and jumping off the brunette with a peck of his lips, warm laughter spilling from his lips.

Harry huffed, but couldn't quite defeat the smile. "Cock tease," he accused. "Getting me all hot and bothered in your little towel just to send me away."

Draco chuckled, opening a small door a little ways away and rumbling through it. The closet was barely a tenth of the size he had when growing up in the Manor, but the blonde oddly enough didn't mind after all these years. "You love it. Now go shower; we still need to get Scorpius up." Throwing in the we's, and the us's, and Harry's side of the bed. It all just seemed... perfect. The blonde wanted to smack his head against the door jam. He had a dying child, and he was falling head over heels for a bloody Gryffindor. The Saviour of the Wizarding World no less! What was happening to him?

Harry was having similar thoughts, having caught sight of the distorted Dark Mark as Draco had sauntered away. Draco had a dying child and here was Harry falling, and falling fast for his father. A former Death Eater and a Slytherin, for Godric's sake. It was clearly some sort of brain damage...

Then again, that was rather cowardly thinking. He walked over, pressed a soft kiss to Draco's neck, and slid his fingers over the blonde's arms, purposefully brushing over the Mark. "You're beautiful," he whispered again, letting the tender feeling wash over him.

Draco felt as if his heart ceased beating the moment Harry's fingers brushed the crude, repulsive Dark Mark that lay inked into his arm. "Y-You..." He gave a soft gasp at the feeling of the warm lips on his skin, tilting his head ever-so slightly to the side to reveal more pale, creamy skin. "H-Harry..."

Harry turned him easily, hand closing over the Mark because it didn't matter. It wasn't who he was. "Draco," he murmured and captured his lips in a soft, loving kiss.

The blonde melted against the kiss almost instantaneously, arms sliding around the short man's neck as he pressed his lips back almost cautiously. "Harry..." How could he...? If the mark meant nothing - he hoped it meant nothing... Maybe, just maybe... they could make this work. Salazar he hoped they could, because the brunette's touch was like lightning and his kisses were like Fire Whiskey. Addicting. But with Scorpius... He wanted to smack himself upside the head. He had a wonderful, wonderful man in his arms, against his lips, in his bed for Salazar's sakes and for once in his bloody life, the one damned thing he loved in this world had to put a chip in that. A dying child was not a way to start a relationship, he chided himself.

"You're thinking too hard about this," Harry murmured, fingers sliding into Draco's hair. "These aren't the best circumstances, but it's what we have."

Draco swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing as he leaned into the relaxing touch. Thank Godric the brunette was so relaxed, it helped this frazzled father very much. "How can I not get worked up over this?" he whispered quietly, his breath brushing against Harry's lips. "I have a dying child who's barely even lived, I'm falling head-over-heels for the sodding Gryffindor Golden Boy, and I'm still hated by the world I used to hold so dear. My world is falling to shreds Harry, and I've only just come to realize it." He was proud of himself for not allowing his voice to hitch with his shuddering breaths.

"We're going to cure Scorpius; we're going to. The sodding Gryffindor Golden Boy is falling right with you, which I don't consider to be a particularly bad thing. And shreds can be mended, Draco. I'll be here with you to help patch everything back together." He lowered a hand to the Dark Mark, eyes not leaving the blonde's. "This doesn't matter. This isn't who you are and it never was. I saw some of the things he made you do. Made you do," he repeated. "You're a good man, Draco Malfoy, no matter what's in your past."

"I..." Draco was speechless, the touch on his arm warming and reassuring. He leaned down, tearing his eyes away from the gruesome Mark on his arm and rested his forehead against Harry's shoulder, heart wrenching and twisting inside his chest as it skipped a beat. "Y-You really are the Gryffindor Golden Boy, aren't you?" he chided quietly, his breath brushing against the warm skin of Harry's neck that still smelled of sex and Draco's own scent thrown in.

"I'm just smarter than people think. I've met quite a few former Slytherins, too, who've done nothing wrong but be born to the parents they were born to, but they're persecuted and victimized for it." His eyes shadowed momentarily and he sighed. "For some, it gives them no other choice - in their minds - than to become what people say they are. Others like you...? They're stronger."

The blonde gave a small sigh, pulling away and glancing into Harry's gentle, emerald gaze. "You know... any more Gryffindor-ness in my home and I might just have to change my name to Potter and wear obscene amounts of the colour red." He chuckled quietly, arms looping around Harry's neck as he stepped forward to rest their foreheads together. "I understand your view on this Harry, but for me... it's harder. Why am I the only one with the Mark? Why was it barely destroyed? What more do I have to do to clear the Malfoy name?" He pressed a small kiss to Harry's nose. "But for now, I have to agree." A meager smirk pulled at his lips. "I would have to be strong to handle all this, and all I can do is hold my head high and walk with what little dignity I have left."

"The Malfoy name isn't as bad as the Parkinson one. Pansy's still the 'girl who wanted to give Harry over.' Besides, Draco, it's not like you have to walk alone." His arms twined around Draco's waist, pressing him just that much closer.

He pressed their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss, fingers curling against Harry's neck. "I don't plan on it. You see, the thing about Slytherins is that we are very possessive." He pressed himself flush against the shorter male, pressing their lips together and murmuring lowly. "And once we have something we want, we never let it go. And it seems," Draco nipped Harry's lips lightly, "that my son might just not be as Slytherin as I once thought. Instead he might be a little lion and he is very attached to a certain Gryffindor Golden Boy."

"Could be that I'm just attached to that little lion," Harry revealed, nudging Draco towards the wall. "And his delectable father is allowed to be as possessive as he wants, just so long as he expects it right back."

With a slight lean against the wall at his back, Draco dragged Harry forward into a fervent kiss, lips melding together seamlessly as he arms locked around the Gryffindor's neck. "Shut up." He murmured against their lips.

"Make me," Harry dared, reaching down and curling his fingers into Draco's hips.

"Gladly." Warmth flared everywhere as Draco stretched his limbs along Harry's, pressing their hips together and giving them a small push as his tongue swiped across a succulent lower lip, hands tangling in wavy brown locks.

Harry reversed their positions with a quick move, hands sliding up to grip Draco's shoulders. If they were going to fuck against the wall, and Harry dearly hoped Draco would go for that, than it'd be better leverage-wise for Harry to bottom. "Try harder," he mumbled against Draco's lips, the invitation clear.

Draco gave a small groan as he felt his cock harden against Harry's hip, pressing their bodies flush together as if they were fit as one person. He slipped a hand between their bodies, and leaning down to kiss Harry's neck, Draco slid a hand down Harry's body, taut muscles and smooth skin, his nails dragging lightly. He cupped Harry's crotch in his palm, squeezing lightly. "Gladly." He repeated, pushing his tongue past Harry's lips and kissing him fervently.

Harry eagerly returned the kiss, bucking into Draco's hand. "Want," he mumbled, breaking off as the blonde's tongue swept over his, "you to..." He broke off again on a hum of pleasure, back arching; Draco really was giving it his all. "Fuck me," he finally gasped.

Draco smirked. Their lips were inches apart as he panted, nearly in time with his erratic heartbeat. Draco could feel Harry's hot breath against his lips as he busied himself with trailing his fingers over the crack of Harry's arse and over a prominent hip-bone.

"Yes," Harry moaned, rutting against the blonde.

"Mmm," he pressed their erections together, grinding Harry up against the wall and moaning at the sweet friction that sparked through his body. He slid a hand below Harry's thigh, jerking the other's leg up as he swiped his tongue back against kiss-swollen lips, begging for entrance as he wrapped Harry's leg around his waist, grinding their erections together almost painfully, reveling in the delicious, mind numbing friction it produced.

Harry wrapped his leg tightly around Draco's waist, fingers gripping his shoulders as his lips parted on a moan. His own tongue lapped at Draco's as it stole inside and another moan broke free.

Draco had never been more thrilled to have his magic back, muttering a quick spell against those delicious lips and slicking his fingers up before slipping one against the crack of Harry's arse. He pulled away from the dizzying kiss and nipped his way down the sun-kissed skin, a smirk ever present on his red, swollen lips.

Harry slid his hands into his pale hair, his own lips parted just enough to let his pants escape. His head fell back on a throaty moan as Draco's fingers slid within.

Draco brought his hot tongue up to flick at the brunette's earlobe, his hand splayed firmly against his lower back as he gently coaxed in another finger, moaning at the shear heat the gripped his fingers like a vice. "F-Fuck, Potter."

"Love it if you did," he managed, eyes closing, hips rolling.

The blonde gave a haughty smirk, moaning at the delicious friction of his erection against the other's. "Don't mind if I do," he rasped, slipping in another finger and scissoring, pressing deeper inside as he rocked his hips forward.

Harry made a sound that was perilously close to a whimper, turning his head to lick and nip at Draco's lips. He rutted eagerly against the blonde. "Now, Draco."

Unable to take anymore waiting and achingly hard, Draco slathered his cock with his still slicked hand and jerked Harry's leg up around his waist, using the wall as a support as he pushed past the still tight ring of muscle for the first time. Once fully sheathed, Draco's heart pounded in his chest. Merlin, the outstanding pleasure of being engulfed by this man's hot, tight muscles was almost too much. Using the wall as leverage, Draco gave the brunette a few minutes to adjust, hands roaming everywhere as he tried to control his breathing. This tight heat, the sweat slicked skin pressing against his. He groaned, gently rotating his hips, pressing kisses against the flushed neck before him.

Harry clutched at the other man's shoulders, back braced against the wall and both legs twined tightly around his waist. "D-Draco," he began, "I've..." His eyes closed and his hips rolled. "Never bottomed."

The blonde gave a small groan, gritting his teeth to keep from pounding into the man that not even moments before was tantalizing him with images of Draco pounding him into a shower wall. "M-Merlin, Harry." He gasped, caressing Quidditch-toned sides lightly. Draco couldn't help but lean forward and whisper husky encouragements against the delicious looking earlobe. "You feel so fucking amazing, Harry." His hand washed over taut stomach muscles and drifted over his hips. "Let me show you how amazing it can feel." The blonde pressed a gentle, almost chaste kiss - if he wasn't buried balls deep in this addictive man - against his chin.

"Shite," he muttered, letting out a breathless laugh. "Think I would've let you do this if I didn't think you could make it incredible?" He rolled his hips againto encourage the blonde, capturing his lips for a greedy kiss.

Draco smirked into the kiss, rolling his hips. "See if I try to play nice during sex again, Potter." He gripped the others hips, and he wouldn't be surprised if bruises would appear. Pulling out until only the tip of his cock was sheathed inside the addictive heat radiating from the other, Draco slammed back in, moaning loudly as white sparked behind his vision. Bloody fuck did it feel amazing. Instantly setting a fast past, the blonde pistoned his hips forward, pressing his lips against the brunette's neck.

"F-fuck," Harry gasped, clinging to Draco for all he was worth, short nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. He'd clearly been right in trusting Draco with this and he could be cuddly after. And Harry planned on being very cuddly after. He moved his own hips as well as he could, his length rutting against Draco's abdomen.

"O-Oh fuck Potter - so good." The blonde could barely string two thoughts together, the overwhelming heat from his cock pounding inside the brunette's ass, and the delicious friction of Harry's erection against his stomach had the blonde barrelling towards the edge quicker than he wanted. Resting a hand against the wall beside Harry's hand, Draco pulled out slowly, allowing a moment's pause before slamming back in and continuing at an absolute torturous pace, revelling in the moans and pleas that slipped from Harry's lips.

That pause had been a tease. An absolute, incredible tease. Bloody Slytherin. Harry bit his neck, trying to keep some of the mindless pleas from breaking free but couldn't help himself. He was lost in it, mind centered solely on the man before him, world narrowing entirely to this moment, these sensations. "Draco," he whined, drawing the name out. "Godric... Oh, Draco..."

"Come for me Harry," his whispered, a familiar sensation curling in his stomach as he thanked Salazar that the wards from last night were still up as Draco was pounding into the blonde as if he couldn't survive without the feeling of those muscles clenching almost blindingly around achingly hard length. The heat, the vice like grip - Draco was a jump away from falling over the edge and Merlin be damned if he didn't want Harry to reach it first. He slithered a hand down, fingers sliding around hot and heady length bobbing between their bodies and jerked his hand up and down in time with his maddening thrusts.

It took only a few pumps of his hand to send Harry tumbling over the edge, his release coating Draco's skin, his muscles clenching even tighter around Draco with the force of it.

The feeling of the lithe body pressing against him and tightening around his aching cock was more than enough to send Draco spiraling over the edge, his orgasm tearing through him with a cry echoing from his lips, his stomach tightening almost violently. "O-Oh gods, Harry-"

As he came down from his own orgasm, Harry dropped his brow to Draco's shoulder. He searched his mind for any sort of English and eventually whispered a breathy little "Wow."

"Mm," the blonde moaned, gently setting Harry back on his feet, his flaccid cock slipping free from between the brunette's legs. "You can say that again." His heart was beginning to slow, Draco resting his head in the crook of Harry's neck as he tried to get his brain to catch up with the bloody amazing sex he just had against his bedroom wall.

"Don't know if I can," he mumbled, the only thing holding him up was Draco's body pressing into his still. "Brain's gone."

He gave a small chuckle, caressing Harry's side and moving his head to catch Harry's lips in a soft, almost chaste kiss. "Well how about a shower? I'm all sweaty again thanks to you, Harry." He mumbled against kiss swollen lips.

"When I can feel my legs again, sure." Harry held the blonde close, nestled his head in the crook of Draco's neck, and sighed quietly. He'd fallen, he realized. No more of this "am falling" or "might be." He'd tumbled somewhere between seeing a harried Malfoy at a playground to letting himself get fucked against a wall, and had landed face-first in love.

Draco's thoughts weren't far behind. Somewhere between seeing the warm smile on his terminally ill son's face, one that was hard to bring up no matter the situation, getting his wand back from the same person who took it all those years ago and helped him get it back again, and to see how well Scorpius and Harry bonded, how well they seemed to mesh together as a family... Draco Malfoy didn't know what to think. No. That was a lie. Screw his obsession with the Gryffindor Golden Boy in sixth year, Draco thought he had pushed those thoughts aside after marrying Astoria. But, standing here, caressing the supple golden-kissed skin and pressing small kisses against a stubble-grown chin, if Draco hadn't fallen hard, or even started, his was damn well on his way now. Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, had fallen head-over-as expensive as you can drag from his closet-loafers - in love with Harry James Potter. Shite.

"Y'know, I have to admit... I liked that. A lot. Never thought I would, really." He nuzzled the blonde, lips curving against his skin.

He let out a quiet laugh, pulling Harry away from the wall and wrapping him in his arms, running a palm over the reddened skin softly. "Too late to be wondering about that, isn't it?" Draco chided teasingly, his eyes a warm molten silver as the day's sun finally peaked in through the windows and basked the room in a warming, golden light.

"I wanted it quick, so I wouldn't have time to wonder about it. I wanted to try it out because I find myself trusting you." He lifted a hand, gently cupping Draco's cheek. "Next time you can be nice and sweet with it."

"Haha," his laughter shook his chest, pulling Harry closer and placing a kiss on top of wavy dark-brown locks. "Whatever you say. Now," he held the wizard at arms length, gazing at him fondly. "I don't know about you, oh Savior, but I need a shower." His thumb rubbed soothing circles over a bicep.

"I needed one anyway, oh git." His lips twitched. "And I'm not going to be rude and forget to invite you."

Draco's laughter was his answer, and it followed him into the bathroom, the unbridled sound filling the room as Draco's naked arse disappeared behind the plain white door.

Grinning, Harry went after him, cupping his arse and giving it a fond squeeze while the blonde turned the water on.

"Haha, you are insatiable!" Steam began to fill the bathroom after Draco turned one of the nozzles, leaving the plain glass door swinging open as he turned towards Harry, holding out a hand. "Join me?"

"I'm plenty satiable; it's your arse that's demanding I squeeze it." Smiling, he took the proffered hand and stepped into the shower with his lover. His lover. Harry's smile widened. The word had never been more accurate, in his opinion.

The door closed behind them as Draco took Harry into his arms, taking the brunt of the hot water hitting his back before gently easing the other wizard under it with a soft, loving kiss placed against his lips, arms securely around his brunette's waist.

Harry slid his fingertips up Draco's back in a gentle stroke, eyes slipping closed as he returned the easy kiss, and linked his fingers behind the blonde's neck. A shiver stole down his spine despite the heated water.

He gave a small, pleased sigh, reveling in the post-coital bliss that ebbed through his body, gently swiping his tongue against Harry's lip, coaxing the other tongue out and tangling them in a passionate kiss, his palms pressing lightly against toned sides.

Harry only broke the kiss when his lungs demanded air, smiling slowly. He grabbed the body wash, immediately amused that Draco used liquid stuff, and squirted some directly onto the blonde's skin before lathering him up with his hands.

Said blonde gave a shudder, bumps slowly prickling up over his water-soaked skin as a small gasp left his lips, masked by the rushing spray of the water. Draco leaned down, pressing their lips together softly without a moments hesitation. Once, twice.

Kissing back, Harry continued cleaning the blonde. His fingers trailed down over his abdomen and around to his hips, caressing gently.

Cupping his hand and scraping some of the rogue foaming bubbles off his stomach, Draco stepped forward, pressing their skin almost flush together and running the suds over Harry's shoulder, and across the arch of his hip, tracing lines of muscles and curves of bones. He knew that if he were to close his eyes, he could imagine - remember - every dimple, curve of a hip, and toned muscle on the absolutely gorgeous brunette who was currently lathering his skin in vanilla scented bodywash.

"Mm..." Harry nibbled lightly on the blonde's neck, his own eyes slipping shut as he slid his hands around. His lips quirked in amusement as he rubbed his fingers over Draco's arse.

Draco tsked softly, spinning Harry around and pulling him flush against his soapy chest. "Ah-ah-ah. I don't think so." He murmured, pressing a small kiss against the soft, sun-kissed skin of Harry's neck.

The brunette laughed. "Did I do something?"

"Yes," his laughter spilled past his lips, his chest rumbling against Harry's back as blonde strands of hair wiped against his face. He spun Harry around, their height difference leading to an advantage as Harry was forced under the warm spray of water, Draco's arms securely around his waist.

Harry ducked his head, using the difference to his own advantage to lick Draco's chest. "Just making sure you're thoroughly clean, love."

A blush warmed across Draco's neck and cheeks, his eyes warming with affection. "Love?" He tried to chuckle at the pet name, his heart giving a lurch inside his chest as he gazed down at the handsome man in his arms, the sound dying on his lips. Love?

Harry searched Draco's eyes and decided that he may as well just admit it. "Yes," he said quietly, lifting fingertips to Draco's cheek.

Draco Malfoy was never one to believe in cliches. But, the moment that word left Harry Potter's lips... Draco's world stopped. Love? Love? Was he ready to... He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat as his eyes met those of shocking emerald green. Was he ready to admit love just yet? "You..." he licked his lips, taking in a small, shuddering breath. "You love me?"

"I told you I was falling for you." He smiled slightly, shrugged. "I just happened to hit the bottom."

Finally! Finally! Something was looking up! The wet, shocked and almost crazily ecstatic (he kept trying to tell himself that Malfoys didn't get crazily ecstatic, almost or not), wanted to jump up and sing to the skies, or grab a broom and fly across the ocean. Finally. "I love you too."

Harry grinned, dragging the blonde down for a heated kiss. "You had me worried there for a second, you git."

He laughed, the sound warm and liberating. Draco seemed to be doing that a lot these days. Picking Harry up, careful of the confines of the shower, he spun them both around, pressing their lips together and laughing. "I'm the git? I think we've seemed to switch places!"

"Godric, Malfoy, I'm not a bloody girl." But he laughed anyway, latching his lips onto Draco's once again. "You're still the git."

"Bloody fine with me, Potter," he drawled, rolling his mercury hued eyes. His lips were pressed thinly, as if trying to contain heated words of an argument, or bubbling laughter of a joke. He broke out in a wide, and Salazar help him - Gryffindor-ish grin as he pressed his lips firmly against the brunette's. "Let me enjoy my moment Potter. I now know that I am not going insane." Even though I think I might be insane for falling in stupid, requited, never-would-of-imagined-this-happening, love... with a bloody Gryffindor.

With an amused sound, Harry nipped at the blonde's bottom lip. "You're clearly already insane," he teased. "But I really don't mind."

Draco rolled his eyes, dragging him and Harry back under the cooling spray of the water. "Can I blame the five year old? Because, I fully blame my five year old son."

"Of course you can blame the five year old." Harry smirked. "Anyone with half a Slytherin mind would know to do that."

"And weren't you supposed to be in Slytherin as well, love?" Draco purred against kiss swollen lips, arms tugging a fit waist against his own, his lips curving in an answering smile.

"How do you think I always knew you were up to something?" Harry teased, stroking Draco's back.
"I always thought it was your wit," a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth punctuated the thought. "Your charm," another kiss to his nose. "Your gaudy Gryffindor lure, of sorts." A kissed pressed to every eyelid. "Or that you were just as cunning as one of us." He pressed their lips together mutely, his thoughts narrowing down to the slight press of lips and the warm rush of water against his back.

"I was too smart to get sorted into Slytherin, is all. No need to advertise my cunning," he explained, smiling against Draco's lips and sinking back into the kiss. He nipped his bottom lip to discourage conversation and let the kiss spin out for a breathless moment.

"Mm," Draco tilted his head, kissing back for a few moments before pulling away. "I'll pretend like you didn't just insult my intelligence," his arms tightened around Harry's waist. "And let us just relax for a few moments before I need to go wake Scorpius."

"Both excellent ideas," Harry mused, holding onto his blonde. His lips curved against Draco's neck when he pressed a kiss there. "Mine."

A blush bloomed across high, pale cheeks. "Yours, Potter?"

"Very much so, Malfoy." He kissed his neck again. "All mine."

He gave a small hum of contentment, leaning down and capturing Harry's lips in a gentle kiss. "I think I can live with that. You know..." Draco laughed lightly. "For you being a Gryffindor and all."

"Hufflepuff," Harry teased, smile soft, gaze loving.

Draco pressed their lips together quickly before turning his body around and shutting off the water. "And this Hufflepuff lets you sleep in his bed, so don't go calling me something related to a badger." There was laughter in his tone as he turned back around and gave the brunette a small shove towards the shower door. "Out, go."

"I'm honored. Truly." Harry cast a wandless drying charm over himself and sauntered to the door before glancing back. He smiled. "I love you, Draco."

The blonde paused in reaching for his toothbrush, his warmed cheeks reflecting garishly in the mirror. "I-I love you too, Harry." He shoved the toothbrush in his mouth before he shoved his foot in it. Hufflepuff.

Grinning widely, Harry made his way to the bedroom to throw clothes on. He ended up borrowing one of Draco's, realizing that he hadn't gone home the night before for any extra clothes. He pawed though drawers, too, until he found a pair of jeans that may actually fit. They were a little tight at the waist and long at the leg, but Harry didn't mind. The tight over the shoulder shirt didn't bother him either. They smelled like Draco.

And then, tired of having to squint and get as close to everything as possible to see, he started padding the bed for his glasses. "Draco!" he called. "Do you have any idea where my glasses have gone?"

The blonde leaned a head out of the door, a towel in hand, his wand sticking out of his grip. "Um," he sucked in his bottom lip, gnawing on it lightly as his silver eyes drifted around the room. "Aha! They're under the bed, love." He disappeared behind the door again. "My side!"

His side. That was a pleasant thought. "Good." Harry shimmied beneath, hands patting blindly, arse lifted and wiggling in the too-tight jeans.

Draco groaned, shuffling out of the bathroom and up behind Harry, running his hands over that deliciously curved backside. "You are the devil."

Harry laughed, pushing back into Draco's hands. "There's a distinct possibility of that."

He leaned down, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses against Harry's shoulders, enjoying the heat that burned against his lips.

"Save it for when we have time," Harry suggested, finally locating his glasses and slipping them on.

The blonde rolled his eyes, "What? I'm not allowed to kiss you anymore?" He turned away with a flippant hand gesture. "I'm wounded."

Harry chuckled, sitting up and nuzzling into Draco's neck. "Like kissing on me that much, do you?"

Draco leaned back into the touch, tilting his head to the side and drifting his lips over Harry's. "I think I have a few years to make up for."

"I'd say we both do." Harry slid his fingers through Draco's hair, smile soft. "Does this mean I can bite you if you start talking too much?"

The blonde let out a bark of laughter. "Didn't know you had a kink, Potter!"

"A kink? Oh, Draco. You're so cute in your ignorance."

Draco raised a finely arched eyebrow, questions swimming in his ever-curious eyes.

Harry grinned wickedly, tracing little patterns in the blonde's chest. "How do you feel about handcuffs?" he purred.

The blonde let out a tortured moan, hands sliding around Harry's back and tugging him flush against his still-naked skin. "You," he pressed their lips together, "are absolute murder." Lightly scraping his nails along sun-kissed skin, he pressed kisses down Harry's jaw and across his deliciously addictive collarbone. "You might have a death on your hands, Auror Potter."

"I'm guessing you think highly of them." Harry's voice was low and husky. "And if you don't cut that out, we're pushing back waking Scorpius."

Draco stepped forward, pulling Harry flush against him, moaning softly at the heat that radiated from below the clothes tugged against the Auror's taut muscles. He pressed his growing erection against Harry's hip and rolled his hips. "I think highly of a few things." His whisper was raspy as he pulled on Harry's ear lightly with his teeth.

Oh, Godric, yes. Harry reached down, cupping his shaft. "Let's try some of those things."

He let out a tempting moan, rolling his hips once more and letting his hands drift their way up Harry's shirt and pinch at a pert nipple, rolling it under his thumb. "I think I just might." Draco pulled away completely with a quick jerk, ending a few feet away with a wide smirk set against his rosy lips. "One of them is waking up Scorpius. Go on." He made a 'shoo-ing' hand motion, waving his hands in front of him as if trying to get rid of a petulant child. "Go wake him up."

Harry stared at him, his own erection straining against the tight jeans. "You bloody tease."

Draco licked his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at the kiss-swollen lips as his fingers dipped down to hook on the edge of his towel, pulling down on one edge to reveal a sharp, tempting hip bone. His own erection was straining against the stark white towel, his eyes never leaving the dastardly handsome brunette across the room. "Sorry Auror Potter," he turned on heel, stepping into the bathroom. With a quick glance over his shoulder, his eyes full of lust and something close to fire burning in his veins, he shut with door with a muttered sentence."You'll just have to punish me later." Draco leaned against the door, heart thundering wildly.

Harry ran his tongue over his teeth, getting to his feet and blasting himself with a cooling charm to relax. "You're going to get the best punishment of your life tonight," he promised.

Harry couldn't see it, but behind the white-washed door, Draco gave a shudder, the vibration shooting straight to his throbbing erection as Draco leaned his head back and knocked it against the door, blowing blonde strands of hair out of his face with a petulant huff. "Can't wait."

-8-8-8-

Aloha! Haha, thanks for sticking in for chapter 7. Chapter 8 is on its way~

Now, Abraxas is exhausted, give her a few moments. Leave a review in the meantime?

-Becoming Obsessed and StarShineDC