"This shirt is gorgeous." Harry said, looking into the mirror.

Old Pansy smiled, "It belonged to the master's Father."

Harry gasped softly, gazing into his own reflection.

The shirt was pale blue with light pink flowers patterned all over it. The sleeves reached well past his wrists and had to be rolled back.
"You look so beautiful." Old Pansy said.

Harry blushed, "Thank-you."
Old Pansy nodded, "Now let's get going."

Harry sighed softly in content as he and Draco settled in the sitting room. This time, however, instead of Harry sitting on the couch, he was sitting comfortably in Draco's lap. He rested his head against the larger man's chest, smiling when he felt his strong arms wrap around him. He closed his eyes and relaxed as Draco held him, feeling completely at home.

"I love you." He breathed without even realizing it.

Everything seemed to freeze and Draco tensed, "What did you just say?"

"I . . .I'm sorry, did I overstep my boundaries?" Harry asked, heartbroken and nervous.
"No but . . .did you mean it?" Draco asked.

"Yes . . ."
"That's good." Draco said.

"Why?" Harry asked.

Without answering, Draco tilted Harry's chin up so that they were looking at one another. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Harry's carefully. The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly grew more passionate as Harry began to respond. Draco ran his tongue over Harry's bottom lip, and was delighted to find the smaller of the two opening his mouth for him. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, Harry could feel Draco's sharp little fangs with his tongue. After a time too short for them both, they were forced to pull apart and break the kiss.

"It's good because I love you too." Draco said.

Harry smiled and gave Draco a soft kiss on the cheek. Draco smiled also, and hugged Harry tightly, never wanting to let go. After a long while, Draco stood and pulled Harry out of the room.
"Where're we going?" Harry asked.
"Upstairs." Draco replied. "To my room."

There was silence as Draco pulled Harry down the hall and to the western end of the fortress. They came to a large door at the end of the hallway, and Draco pushed it open to reveal a room even larger than Harry's.
The carpet was dark red, but the walls were black. Like Harry's room, the left wall had a large wooden wardrobe and a full body mirror. Beside the mirror there was a large painting, a beautifully done portrait of a man, woman, and child all blondes, presumably Draco and his family years ago. The far wall had only a large dark red curtain, which covered the glass doors to the balcony. Against the right wall was a large four poster canopy bed, similar to Harry's, but with dark red drapes.

"Wow . . .this is your room?" Harry asked.

"It is." Draco replied simply. He set Harry down on his feet, then pulled him into a tight hug. "Harry. . .I want . . .I need you to stay with me."

"I am staying here." Harry said, looking up at him.
"No . . .I need you to want to stay here . . .not just to protect the Hamlet." Draco said.
Harry pulled away and rested his hand on the side of Draco's face, smiling. "I do want to stay here. I want to be here, with you."

Draco took hold of Harry's hand and kissed it softly, "Suddenly my life's become more perfect than I ever could have imagined."

"I couldn't agree more." Harry said, leaning up and pressing his lips to Draco's.
"Harry. . .I want to give you something." Draco whispered softly.

"What?" Harry asked.

Draco grasped Harry's left hand and produced a silver ring with a red gem in it. "This ring has been passed through my family's bloodline for generations. If you accept, wear it, then by tradition it will mean we are married. I want you to have it."

"I'd love that more than anything." Harry replied.
Draco kissed him deeply as he slid the ring onto Harry's finger. Harry gasped slightly into Draco's mouth, as the ring seemed to tighten itself comfortably around his thin finger. When at last they pulled apart, he held his hand up to look it over, and noticed strange carvings around the edge.

"What's this mean?" He asked.
"It means 'love through eternity'" Draco replied.
Harry smiled, "That sounds good to me."
Draco leaned down and kissed him again. As their kiss deepened, Harry slid his hands beneath Draco's shirt, feeling the sturdy muscles under his slim fingers. Draco gasped slightly, then wrapped his arms around Harry, holding them close together.

"I want you." Draco whispered against Harry's mouth.

"You have me." Harry replied.
Draco needed no further encouragement. He moved toward the bed and pulled the drapes open, then gently pushed Harry down on the dark red sheets. Pulling the drapes shut again, Draco climbed on top of Harry, pressing soft kisses all over his face the entire time. Harry slowly unbuttoned Draco's black shirt and slid it off of him, showing off the very well built muscles. He made a trail of kisses along Draco's collarbone, delighting in the soft sounds his lover was making. He slid his hands down Draco's chest and undid the button of his pants, but was only able to pull them down a short way.
"Make love to me, Draco . . .please." Harry requested shyly.
"You read my mind." Draco replied, kissing his neck softly.

Reaching beneath Harry, Draco undid the buttons of his shirt, careful not to rip the material. He slowly pulled Harry's trousers down until the other was completely naked, revealing his pale, fragile body. He was sure he could feel Harry's erection rub against his own as he stared down at the beautiful creature lying beneath him.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, gazing down at him lovingly.
Harry blushed, "You're too sweet."

Draco leaned down and kissed him again, then finished shedding his own clothes. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and rubbed his erect cock against Draco's, wordlessly telling the other what he wanted. Harry heard the sound of a drawer opening, and suddenly Draco was holding a glass bottle. The submissive spread his legs as much as he could, watching in a mixture of excitement and nervousness as Draco poured the clear liquid onto his fingers.

"Tell me if I hurt you." Draco said, sliding one finger into Harry, it seemed a lot easier than he expected.

"Oh . . .th-that feels . . .different." Harry gasped as he felt the finger move inside him.
After a moment, Draco pushed his second finger into Harry, pausing when his lover whimpered in pain. Harry gave him a reassuring smile, and Draco moved his fingers, eventually rubbing them against a soft bundle of nerves. Harry moaned loudly and arched his back, bucking into the touch.

"I guess that feels good?" Draco asked, stretching his fingers apart, then bringing them back together in the same spot.
"Oh God . . .Draco . . .I need you now!" Harry cried.
Draco smirked as he pulled his fingers from Harry, then liberally coated his throbbing cock with the lubricant. When he was certain that there was enough to bring the pain to a minimal, he positioned himself just outside of Harry's entrance.
"If you want to stop at any time, just tell me and I swear I will." He said.

Harry smiled up at him, "I love you."
Draco smiled as well, and leaned down to kiss Harry as he pushed into him as gently as possible. They both moaned as Draco entered Harry completely, hitting the right spot dead on. Draco paused, feeling Harry's virgin muscles tighten around him. Slowly he pulled out, then pushed himself back in slightly harder. He smirked as Harry moaned, squirming beneath him. He pulled out again and thrusted back in, this time not pausing as he began to set a slow pace.

"Draco . . .please . . .h-harder . . ." Harry whimpered softly.

Draco was more than happy to give him what he wanted. He slammed into Harry harder, moved faster. He could feel his lover's erection rubbing against his prostate with every thrust. Harry grasped Draco's shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer; to make him go in deeper, Draco felt his penis hit resistance and breach something and Harry gasped in pain but recovered quickly.

They came together, crying out to each other in pure ecstasy. Draco collapsed on top of Harry, too tired to hold himself up any longer. They lay there together, panting exhaustedly.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Draco asked.
"No . . .much." Harry replied.
Draco smiled, relieved; he would never have been able to live with himself if he had hurt Harry. They kissed again, tongues dancing but neither trying to take control. They broke the kiss and Draco positioned them so that he was on his back and Harry was resting against his chest.
"Draco?" Harry whispered.

"What is it, Harry?" Draco replied.

Harry smiled at him, "I love you . . .so much."
Draco smiled also, gently stroking Harry's hair, "I love you too . . .for all eternity."
Draco stared down as his bed, watching Harry as he slept. He was curled on his side, the blanket resting between his legs teasingly. His right hand was clutching lightly at the sheets, his left lying above his head. From between the curtains the light of the full moon was shining down on him, making his pale body seem to glow and his ring sparkle in the light. He looked so radiant and elegant, like an angel. Draco's hand hovered over Harry's waist, close enough to feel the heat coming from his body, but not quite touching him. The last thing he wanted was to wake his sleeping angel. He stood and left the room, and returned a moment later with a tall man with dark brown hair and light green eyes.
"What's the problem, master?" The man asked.
"Nothing is wrong, Blake." Draco replied. "But I need your painting skills."
"What for?" Blake questioned. Draco nodded toward the bed and Blake gasped slightly as he looked Harry over. "Oh wow . . .such loveliness. He . . .he looks like an angel."

Draco smiled, "My thoughts exactly. Blake, I want you to paint him, just like this."
"Right now?" Blake asked dumbly.
"Yes, right now. When else?" Draco snapped.
"Sorry, master. I'll get right to it . . .but if he moves it will be ruined." Blake said.
"He won't move." Draco stated.
"I . . .alright, master, if you're sure." Blake replied. "I suppose I only have this one night?"
"Yes. So I suggest you get started." Draco said.
Blake walked out of the room quickly, then returned holding easel and canvas, followed by another man. He was short with red hair and blue eyes, and he was holding a tray of paints, brushes, and a small stool.
"Set it down there, Alex." Blake said, nodding toward the foot of the bed.
"OK." Alex replied, putting the stool down as Blake set up his easel and canvas.
Draco watched silently as Alex stood beside Blake, holding up the tray of paint. Blake worked carefully, each brush stroke made with absolute precision. He put thorough consideration in all of his color choices, making certain each one fit perfectly in place and using different brushes for each feature and color. He made certain to adequately capture every curve of Harry's dainty body, wanting to make the portrait absolutely perfect.
Blake paused when his work was halfway done, staring between the painting and the real Harry. He knew he couldn't match the beauty of the actual being, but he felt a burst of pride at how marvelous the painting was coming.

"It's coming along so nicely." Alex whispered.
Blake merely nodded before reaching for another brush to continue with. The sun was beginning to rise when he was finally finished.

"Master," He began, "I can say, with absolutely no ego, that this is my finest painting ever."
Draco moved behind him to get a good look at it and smiled, "It's perfect. Just like my Harry. Now, I want you to take it to your room to dry, but don't tell Harry about it."

"Why not?" Alex questioned.

"I plan to show it to him later . . .when the time is right, I will let you know. Until then keep it where he won't find it." Draco explained.
"Very well then, master." Blake said, getting up and carefully carrying the painting out of the room.

Alex followed, having a hard time now carrying everything they had brought in. When they were both gone Draco sat down on the bed and ran his fingers through Harry's hair. His lover moaned softly in his sleep, instinctively moving into the touch. Draco leaned down and gently kissed the side of his face.
"I'll see you later, my love." He whispered into the sleeping man's ear before getting up and leaving the room.

The first thing that Harry was aware of as he awoke was that he was not lying in the bed he had come to know. It was much softer, and the sheets felt smoother against his bare flesh. It was then that he realized he was naked. He took a moment to sort out his thoughts and figure out just why he wasn't wearing his clothes, and the previous night's events flooded his mind. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he recalled everything. He and Draco were married, and they had . . .made love.