Draco wriggled and murmured my name in his sleep. I smiled quietly into the pillow and shifted slowly around to face him. He was so beautiful. My mate. My life. I have no idea how long I lay there as I have a terrible sense of time. What I do know is that when he woke we did not move but continued to stare at each other for a long time afterwards. Then I stretched and he said, sleepily,

"Morning sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully, thank you. How about you?"

"Well great but I had these really vivid and sexy dreams all about some fabulously hot guy and us giving and receiving oral sex. It was the best night of my life excluding the one where he got with me a few dreams ago." We laughed with each other.

"I don't understand you at all, Draco. Are you saying that you were disloyal to me in your dreams?" My tone was light and cheery but he took it seriously.

"Never. The hot guy was you. Oh and something else. He called me a really hot name."

"Really, what was that?"

"You called me Ray. Nobody ever called me that before."

"I was trying to say Draco but, due to the pass time we were enjoying I didn't get it all out."

"Well it was hot." We kissed each other dreamily, neither of us having or needing any passion, only the love and comfort the sex had left us with. I felt wonderfully peaceful but he seemed troubled.

"Ray? What's the matter?" He smiled at the name and spoke after a few seconds.

"I feel like I took advantage of you. Did last night happen because you knew I wanted to?"

"Draco it takes a lot for me to ask for something like that. I wanted it I really did. I've been wanting you for a long time, I just needed to wait till I was ready and I felt now was…perfect."

"You mean it baby? You like me kissing you like that?"

"I feel it's something special between us. I never will experience it with anybody else and that was why I saved myself for you. I only waited because I wanted you know it was special."

"You are special. You're perfect. I mean it. You mean so much to me. Thank you baby. I know you didn't do it for me but I loved it because I…love you." I rolled over towards him and on top of him. I kissed his lips, laughing.

"You silly, silly boy. Never ever think you take advantage of me ever again! I love you so much Draco. I really do."

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"Mione…when d'you think he'll be back?"

"I dunno. I thought maybe after about six weeks but it's nearly three months now isn't it?"

"Reckon he's okay?"

"I hope so. You miss him don't you?"

"No…well…yeah, kinda. Either he's gonna come back really happy or like really sad."

"I think, If Draco doesn't get impatient and do it against Harry's will, that Draco will still be deciding when they come back. So try…try and understand, won't you, Ron? He's gonna need to talk about it with me if not with you too."

"Yeah…I know. Right, well I'm finished." I rolled up my potions essay and threw it in my bag. Hermione was looking at me. I leaned forward and kissed her very gently. She responded and our bodies flew together, gently exploring each other's mouths. Damn. If Harry's ever felt what I feel now then he's a lucky man.

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"Fuck, Draco," panted Harry huskily, "Just…oh god…again, please." Harry let out a great shudder as I rolled my naked hips against his again. His body was arching rhythmically, shaking and panting as we rubbed against each other, heading for orgasm. Suddenly, Harry grabbed my still bucking hips and held them away. I moaned from the loss of contact.

"Draco."

"Yes, Harry?"

"Now."

"Now what? Harry came up very close to me and gripped my cock firmly in his hand."

"Make love to me."

"Ohh…godd." Pre-cum squirted from the end of my cock as I felt a rush of sexual excitement and anticipation. Harry came close to me but I held him away.

"Not…now. Tonight. It's a special thing. It's going to be special." Harry pouted and stroked my chest gently.

"Okay. But I really do want this." He leaned close to my ear and licked it before whispering, "I want to lie under you and watch you cum inside me."

"…Christ…finish me, Harry, please." Harry got to his knees, obediently and took my wildly thrusting hips into his hands. Then he leaned forward and abruptly swallowed my cock, his mouth hot and pliable. It was enough. I came, panting, my body sweaty and tired. I sank to my knees in front of Harry. It was a while before I could speak.

"God…I swear you get better at that every time." He licked his lips.

"A month and a half's dedicated practice."

"Fuck…yeah, it has been. Listen baby, I'm going to have a shower. Then I want to give you something." I staggered dazedly from the room.

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My heart was beating so hard as I let the hot water run over me, I thought Harry would hear it over the sound of the shower. We were going to do it. Everything had to be perfect. Me, the room…there was so much to do. I washed the last of the conditioner out of my hair and hopped out, grabbing at a towel. I rubbed my body all over and regarded myself critically in the mirror. Help, my hair. Gel…ew how totally twelve-year olds. I pulled a comb quickly through it and tried to separate it into millions of strands

It sort of worked. I pulled on my jeans and went to Harry. I came up behind him and bit his ear gently. He smiled.

"Hi"

"Hey. Listen. I'm gonna make a barrier across here. You can ask me to bring you stuff but you've got to stay out of the bedroom and the kitchen-kay? I have a surprise." Harry grinned and nodded, his eyes flicking back to the TV. He was watching another of his pointless Friends episodes. I put up the barrier and set to work on the kitchen. I knew what I was making. I hummed as I worked. My mind wandered over Harry as I beat the pasta mixture and rolled it out to paper thinness. I thought of how he slept; his quiet, peaceful warmth. Making the filling was easy. It was ricotta and cheddar and some extras, like lemon zest. Rolling up the little pasta parcels was fun, almost like origami. When I had finished I put them in the fridge. It only took about twenty minutes to cook them.

I darkened the room and conjured a thousand candles to float above us and to carpet the floor in a haze of magical light. When I left, Harry had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He was slumped in a very natural evocative way, the light shining on his glossy black hair appearing to ripple as I moved towards the bedroom.

I set to work on the room with my wand. I cleared the floor of all furniture and conjured pillows and blankets to spread over the floor until all was covered. Then I proceeded to make a nest in the centre, ready for Harry. Lying inside it I had never felt so comfortable. I had lube. I had brought it with me when we came into our little annex. What else did I need? Music. Wine. I set to work. I put 'Morning by the River' by Boulder Acoustic Society on repeat and went to change. Then I wrote a note to Harry telling him to wear something nice to dinner and when it was.

When I could find nothing else to do with myself, I went to look at my present for him. The ring was small and silver. It was specially crafted by goblins and had little blue stones set into it. I could look at it for hours. I heard Harry sir in the next room and put it back into its box and into my jacket pocket. I was wearing an elaborate black suit, white shirt and held my tie in my hand. I would need it.

As I entered the living room, Harry was doing up his black formal shoes. He looked immaculate and nervous. When I entered he put his little hands on his hips and jerked an annoyed eyebrow.

"What's all this about? Can you take the barrier down? I want to know what's in the kitchen." I held up my tie. He gulped.

"Sorry. I'm going to have to blindfold you if you want to go in there." He grinned and I tied the black silk carefully over his eyes. "No peeking." I let the barrier down and steered him into a chair and gently removed the blindfold. I had put the pasta with all the extras already on it in the middle of the table. Harry smiled as I served him.

"Thank you," he said softly, and we began to eat. We talked and laughed as we ate, taking our time. Harry was more beautiful that evening than he had ever been. The months in the annex had made his rough skin soft and smooth, his hair silky and shining. Under the luxury of all the food he could eat and without much to do, he had filled out from his skinny form into a beautiful slim masterpiece. My animal attraction for him was also still very strong, and growing each day I lived with him. Tonight that would all change. I wasn't ready to go back to the world. I wanted to stay in my secret little world of Harry until I died, but equally I wanted to make love to him.

Harry finished and put his knife and fork down. We gazed silently across the table at each other as we often did during meals, just drinking the other in.

"Harry," I said seriously, "you know I love you, don't you?

His big beautiful green eyes sparkled as he smiled. "Yes, I know that."

"And I hope you love me…the way I love you."

"Of course I do. I love you more than anything under the sun."

"Well…I was wondering if…" I suddenly remembered what I was supposed to do and went to kneel at his feet. He looked shocked. Maybe he would refuse… "If you would be my guy. Officially. Forever." I pulled the little blue box out of my pocket and snapped it open for him to see. He looked at it for a long time. Then he looked back up at me. I was beginning to worry. Suddenly, his face cracked into a smile and he nodded.

"Yes! Oh yes please!" He threw out his arms to me and I kissed him. I slipped the ring on his finger gently and he laughed. "Wow. I…oh…I mean…this is amazing. I had no idea you were…going to…you know…do this."

"I wanted you to know I'm serious before…"

"Before what, Draco love?" Harry's face was impish. I looked up at him seriously.

"Before we make love." Harry stopped grinning and slipped from his chair to kiss me again. I pulled him to me by grabbing his bum and pulling until he was sitting astride my lap and we were kissing each other furiously.

I pulled away, panting. Standing, I lifted him and carried through the carpet of candles, into the bedroom and laid him down in the expanse of pillows. My body shook as I began to shrug off his jacket. I laid it carefully aside and began to undo his shirt.