Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! D: I've been trying all weekend (since like thrus) to get this chapter finished & up; but it seems like every time something always came up that got in the way :) But here it is & there is a surprise at the end ;) Also, idea help for this chapter comes from Tesgura 3

Warnings: Sex :) Like I promised last chapter, then some general plot :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make profit from writing this

Enjoy!

Ever since the war ended, Harry never felt as alive as he did when Draco touched him. His magic reacted to Draco's own magic; as well as his touch. It was invigorating to know that feeling so dead could be changed so swiftly. The fear of losing that life over what happened in the garden had scared Harry, but now that he knew Draco wanted him; it was like becoming alive all over again. Those pale, thin fingered hands stroked him everywhere; not one piece of flesh or crevice was left untouched. His body was running hot, even still that they now made it back to the bed. His fingers clung to the sheets, his chest rising and falling quickly as Draco worked his cock in his mouth.

"Ah-! Hah Master p-please!" His hips cantered up slightly, his body craving more than just the heat wrapped around him. A lustful cry left him when he felt those strong fingers tease his entrance, his legs falling open willingly.

"P-please hah~ need…need inside…" His words were broken and layered, his hips unsure whether they should rock up into the hot mouth or down into Draco's fingers.

"Of course pet, anything you want." Draco husked, nibbling at his thighs as he wandlessly lubed his fingers; quickly sliding the first one in. Harry's back arched straight off the bed, a silent cry leaving him at the feeling. It burned slightly, but felt better than he remembered. Draco quickly slid in his other two fingers, working them wide and deep. It was always so arousing to watch Harry take any part of him inside. The fact that he was the only one who had ever been the one to do this only increased his prideful nature.

"Do you want more?" He loved when Harry's eyes were lit up in pleasure, the knowledge that he caused it made his cock throb in want.

"Y-yes Master hah p-please put it in me!" Harry's eyes locked to Draco's as he worked his fingers in good and deep; making sure and well that he was stretched decently. It had been a few days since the last time they had been together and he didn't wish to cause Harry any kind of pain. Pulling his fingers out quickly and ignoring the whine of protest beneath him; Draco quickly slicked himself before lifting Harry's legs around his waist.

"Look at me." He demanded his voice rough with lust as he stared straight into emerald eyes that bore back into his own.

"You are mine, Harry Potter." The surprise he saw in Harry eyes would be registered later because right then, he slammed balls deep into Harry. Legs immediately reacted and tightened around his waist to keep him there, ripping a groan from his throat at this heat suffocating his cock. Draco took him into a deep kiss as he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting back in slowly. Harry thought it would be fast and rough; a reclaiming. He was shocked when Draco said his name, let alone the slow deep pace that he started. His nails dug into Draco's shoulders as he clung to him, his own hips rocking back into the thrusts. Sweat clung to both of them as they moved together, moans, grunts, and slapping of skin filling the silence in the room. Draco kissed at Harry's neck, whispering words in his ear.

"You like belonging to me, Raven? You like having my cock deep inside you, taking what no one else has ever taken?" Harry moaned at the words, rocking harder into the thrusts.

"Yes hah y-yes," he moaned brokenly, clawing at Draco's shoulders roughly.

"I want you to cum pet. I want you to cum without me even touching you. You want to cum, don't you Harry?" Harry gasped loudly, clinging tight to Draco.

"Yes, yes want to cum. Want you to make me cum. Please. Please." His stomach was fluttering, his cock becoming uncomfortable in its hardness. Draco braced his palms above Harry's shoulders, lifting himself up to thrust short and hard. Harry was whimpering and desperately clawing at Draco in need.

"Yes hah f-fuck yes nnh~." Harry felt himself reaching his climax, Draco's cock pulsing his own release inside him making him tumble over the edge.

"Draco!" Hearing his name yelled in pleasure made Draco pull Harry into a desperate kiss. He continued to slowly pump himself in Harry, making sure all his cum was inside. Slowly sliding out, Draco swiftly pulled Harry into his arms. He didn't want to speak now, just to hold him close. Draco didn't want to think about why he used Harry's name, or why Harry always had the habit of using his name so emotionally during sex. No, all of that was unimportant and could be put off. For now, he just wanted to be close. Harry snuggled into Draco's side, his head laid out on Draco's chest as he clung to him. He was still shaky and his body was cooling off faster than he would have liked; a chill breaking over him. Closing his eyes, he knew that he'd want to do this again later. Knowing he belonged only to Draco, knowing he was still alive; freedom could happily come last for now.

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Voldemort left the shop with a sigh, the package tucked away in his robes. He normally did not like to go out and about, many people fawning over him in an obnoxious manner. It had become bothersome to even show his face at the Ministry, many individuals hoping to catch his attention. The rumors were gullible, and only employed him to stay to his manor more.

"A lot of people say Lord Voldemort is still single. The women have talked about trying to convince him into marriage, the prospect of being the Lady Voldemort has become highly appealing since he's changed."

Scoffing in aggravation at the woman who winked at him along the streets, he stopped by the Ministry to check up on things. Normally he would apparate or floo straight there from his home but he needed to pick up Harry's present beforehand.

"How are you today, My Lord?" The man who stood at the front was a lower level Death Eater but was very capable at his job; hence why he was at the front of the building deciding who would go back and if their reasons were legitimate.

"I am well, sir. Is the Head Auror in today?"

"Yes, My Lord. He just arrived an hour ago. Should I let him know you wish to see him?"

"No, no. I think I'll surprise him. Have a good day." With that, Voldemort headed straight into the back to the elevator; heading up to the floor made specifically for Auror's. Not that they were needed much now a days, but it was good to have someone to keep the rebels in line when he was too busy to do so himself. Walking down the hallway, he skipped over all the offices of the under staff, before opening the Head Auror's door without even a knock.

"What else did I expect other than to find you with your pants down, as always?" The playful grin his got in return made Voldemort roll his eyes as he stood off to the side; door open as to let him know he wanted the pest kneeling between his legs gone. Reaching down, the man behind the desk swatted the younger males' ass, causing him to blush and remove his mouth from him.

"Yes sir?"

"Come back later to finish the job, I'll make it worth your while." The smirk and wink he sent to the young man-made him rise with a blush before leaving swiftly.

"What is it I can do for you today Voldemort? There must be a reason you're bothering me."

"Mr. Weasley, I would implore you to speak more politely to me in public, least I make you an example to the rest of society." Voldemort shut the door behind him, moving forward to sit. Another obnoxious grin was thrown his way, making Voldemort try to remember why he kept the man around in the first place. After the pick through of Wizarding society, it was a huge surprise to everyone that a few members of the Weasley clan that had survived wished to be integrated. It was pleasant most days, but moments like this made Voldemort wonder why he agreed.

"Charlie, please. You know I can't stand being called that." Voldemort grinned at the grimace that graced the buff, red-heads face.

"Yes well, we all can't have what we want, can we? Do up your pants, I do not wish to subjected to such a sight much longer." The grin was back on Charlie's face, making Voldemort want to growl. He really did hate that smirk.

"Now, Now, Voldemort; no need to get nasty. We both know you love having a look at my bits every time we see each other again after so long. There must have been a reason you came by, it's rare that you grace me with your wonderful presence." Having already made sure the proper charms were in place, not that anyone smart would dare eavesdrop on his private conversation, he cleared his throat.

"There was an incident at my manor, which has been taken care of. I'm here to ask that you keep surveillance on the individual that has been banned from my home. Snakes cannot be trusted to hold their word, even if they've been subjected to humiliation. It pushes us to fight back." Charlie suddenly got serious, leaning back in his chair to look at Voldemort straight in the eye.

"Who is dumb enough to try anything within in your own home against you?"

"That would be one of my Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy." Charlie's face broke out in shock, before he pulled himself together.

"You want me to surveillance Lucius Malfoy? Have you lost your nut? I mean, don't get me wrong; I love a good challenge, but this goes well beyond anything you've ever given me. What kind of team would I even need to assemble for this?"

"No team, I do not want anyone else knowing about this. Only you, Mr. Weasley. This is very personal business and was a very personal incident; I wanted someone who would do a good job and bring me positive results. If you feel that you are not capable of the job, I will find someone else."

"No, I'm more than capable. I just wanna know why in the hell someone like Lucius Malfoy would be dumb enough to cross you in your own home and what I get out of this situation." Voldemort smirked, crossing his ankles before leaning forward. This was one of the reasons he kept the Weasley's around; it was always a wonderful reminder when he was having such a sour day.

"Let's get started then, shall we?"

:) soooooo, what did you think? & tell me what you think might happen next chapter as well :) Love to hear what you have to say. Also, apologizes again for taking so long; I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. -R.F.