Note: A quickie for v-day (or VD day?).

Chapter 3: Perfect

Harry was six months away from completing his auror training. Six months, and they would be able to move into the city. Six months, and they would be rid of this wretched house. He stumbled into the entryway of Grimmauld Place, exhausted from his day of training. He removed his cloak and shoes, ditching them by the troll leg umbrella stand.

"Draco?" He called. A note fluttered on the side table, apparently charmed to get his attention. Harry's name was hastily scrawled across the top. He unfolded it, recognizing his lover's writing.

Greensly phoned, he wanted me to come out with them to practice today. I'll be home when I can. I love you,

Draco.

While still at Hogwarts, Draco had been scouted by some people from Ireland's Quidditch team. The house cup would've been awarded to Slytherin his seventh year, if it hadn't been for the battle that halted just about everything at Hogwarts. Still, Harry had convinced him to give it a try. You're a great seeker, He had told him one night. Any team would be lucky to have you.

"Brilliant," Harry said out loud. He had time to work on Draco's Valentine's Day present. He took the stairs three at a time to their bedroom, stopping in the drawing room to grab a piece of parchment and a quill.

He sat on the bed and started what he hoped would be a sincere love letter to his blond prince. Every time he began a sentence, it was quickly crossed out. It all sounded too cheesy, or not sincere enough. Frustrated, he lay back on the pillows. Harry was far too tired from his day of training to think. He closed his eyes, and was instantly asleep.

He dreamed of his lover's perfect face, smiling warmly at him. His surroundings were familiar, and he realized they were standing in the room that they had shared at Hogwarts. It was the first night they slept together.

"Harry," His voice was just as soft, loving. He pulled the boy to him, one hand curling into his raven hair as the other stroked soft circles on the small of his back. "You are so beautiful." He whispered, kissing his lips tenderly.

Harry giggled. "I still can't get over how ridiculous we must look to the outside world. A week ago, I still hated you."

"They can't see us now." He kissed him again. "Fuck the outside world."

Fuck it indeed, Harry thought as he deepened the kiss, leading Malfoy slowly to the edge of the bed. They collapsed onto it together, kissing and touching. Soon, they were both naked and breathless. It felt just as good, just as exciting to kiss and caress one another as it had to be tied up and beaten. It wasn't the pain that he liked; he realized it was the boy. The boy who had shown him what it meant to be fucked inside out and now he was gentle, treating him like a lover.

Just then, Draco captured both of Harry's hands in his. "Make love to me." His eyes sparkled in the firelight. Harry's eyebrows knit in confusion. "Did you not hear what I said last night? I want you, Harry. Now hurry, before I change my mind."

Harry smiled, happy to oblige his Slytherin prince. He covered him in kisses, caressing his warm, pale skin. He was so beautiful, absolute perfection. When he reached his cock, he paused. He traced the underside from base to tip, smearing the precum already leaking from the slit. He paused, waiting for Draco to ask for his mouth.

"Please." The blond whispered, squirming under his hands.

"Please, what?" He lightly scratched the inside of Draco's thighs. "Use your words, love."

"Put your mouth on me, Harry. Please"

Harry did as he was told, eliciting a great sigh from the blond Slytherin. After slowly tormenting his cock, Harry moved lower. He pushed the blonde's knees apart and towards his chest to reveal his tight hole. Harry went to work on it, licking and sucking and probing, just as he had done.

Harry's mouth was brilliant. Draco never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay this way forever. When that lovely mouth was suddenly gone, Draco's eyes shot open, nervous for what was to come. Harry positioned himself over the blond, pausing to kiss him reassuringly.

"Ready?" He asked. All he could do was nod. He tensed as Harry pushed into him. It burned, and Draco suddenly realized how much he probably hurt his lover the first night, when he wasn't prepared.

Harry was patient, though. He paused, reaching a hand up to stroke Draco's cheek. "You need to relax. It will get better, I promise." He kissed him softly. Draco let out a breath and relaxed. He pushed gently, filling him to the hilt. Draco tried to relax his muscles around him. He felt so big, he didn't know if he could.

Harry pulled out, just as slowly as he had pushed in. "Oh, Draco. You feel wonderful." He coaxed. He wanted so much to do it right the first time, feeling as though he only had one shot at it.

Draco let out a gasp as he pushed back in, with more force, grazing that spot of blinding brilliance "Oh fuck, Potter. Do that again." Harry repeated his movements, slowly building a rhythm. He soon had the blond begging for more. Draco pulled him down to attack the Gryffindor's mouth. Harry growled in his ear. "I want you to stroke yourself while I fuck you." The response from his lover was excruciatingly beautiful. His cheeks reddened as he wrapped one hand around his leaking cock. As he stroked, he moaned Harry's name, over and over.

He continued to ride him hard as he watched the boy writhe under him. "You look so beautiful, Draco. I want you to come for me." He wrapped a hand around Draco's, aiding him in bringing himself off. Draco screamed, coating both of them with his seed. He clenched around Harry, milking him. He filled the boy, collapsing over him. They were both breathless, hearts pounding against their chests.

Spent, Harry mumbled against his neck. "You were brilliant, Draco." He kissed his cheek, moving to disentangle himself from the blond. Draco held him there, pinning him with a passionate kiss.

He finally let Harry move off of him, pulling his wand from the nightstand to clean them both up. Another flick of his wand and the candles flickered out. The only light remaining was from the dying fireplace. They cuddled together under the blankets, Harry running his fingers through the Slytherin's silk like hair.

"Sleep with me here?" Draco asked. "I feel so safe with you."

"Of course I'll sleep with you." Harry laughed softly. That week had turned his world on its proverbial head. Not only was he not screwing his arch nemesis, the boy was falling for him. He didn't regret a single thing.

With one last kiss, he felt just how long their day had been, and let himself drift to sleep.

Draco sat on the edge of their bed, watching as Harry dreamed. His glasses were askew on his face, perpetually messy hair falling into his eyes. His right hand curled around a quill, and two pieces of parchment lay on his chest. Slowly, Draco reached down to pick it up. He smiled as he tried to decipher all of the crossed out half-sentences. The only legible words on the paper brought tears to his eyes.

Draco,

I love you. There's no better way to say it.

Along with the parchment was a photograph. It was a candid shot of the two of them, but to Draco, it couldn't be more perfect. They were seated at the bare kitchen table, smiling and laughing. As the photo moved, Harry reached out and took Draco's hand in his. They looked triumphant. They were safe, together again.

Harry smiled in his sleep, and Draco reached out to brush the hair from his face. The raven haired boy stirred at his touch. Draco smiled again as his eyelids fluttered open. He held the picture up. "When was this taken?"

"Mmm," Harry stretched. "Just after we moved in, I think. Molly sent it to me. I was going to frame it for you." His cheeks reddened. "You weren't supposed to read that until tomorrow, when it was perfect."

Draco leaned down to kiss him. "It is perfect," He whispered. "And I love you too."