A/N: Hey guys... I know that it's been a really really long time, and I'm SO SORRY to have kept you waiting for the end of this story! But every time I managed to write something, it just... it wasn't quite right. I couldn't find anything that I was happy with, so I'm pretty sure I wrote about twenty different versions of this chapter. I'm still not one hundred percent happy with it, but I don't think I ever will be so here it is :)

It's a lot longer than normal lol. I thought about breaking it into two chapters, but it would've been weird to break it up, so you guys just get a bonus I guess haha.

I'm probably going to write a short epilogue that reveals how these events came to pass in the first place, so look out for that later tonight.

Since this is the last chapter, I'd love it if you guys could review? Even the smallest little comment can brighten a writer's day :)

.:Chapter Ten:.

Though he knew that Blaise's concoction had sobered him, Draco was drunk on the sensations Harry was inflicting on his body. It was like he was everywhere all at once; hands, lips, tongue - everywhere and nowhere in the same moment. Draco whined in frustration, arching his back half subconsciously in an attempt to get the physical contact he craved. Harry chuckled darkly, lifting himself up on his elbows so that even less of their bodies were touching.

"Ah ah ah," he tutted, "You Obliviated me, Draco. Fortunately for me, I'm impervious to silly little spells like Obliviate and Imperio." Draco didn't realize that Harry had moved and was whispering in his ear until that sinful tongue darted out and licked the shell of his pale ear. Harry pulled away completely, sitting cross-legged on the bed a foot away from Draco. "Unfortunately for you, the fact that I resisted the magic doesn't negate the fact that you cast it in the first place. I think some punishment is in order, don't you think so?"

Draco gulped, trying to ignore the tiny part of his brain that suggested this was all a trick – some vile revenge Harry had planned to get back at him for taking advantage of him last time. But Harry must have seen those small insecurities in his eyes because he leaned over and kissed Draco intensely. He muttered a spell against Draco's lips that the blonde didn't recognize, and Draco felt a sudden unwelcome pressure around his cock.

"Harry, what the – "

"Shh. Don't worry. You are definitely still going to fuck me. And I'm going to taste every inch of your body." He unconsciously licked his lips, and Draco was so mesmerized that he almost didn't care about what Harry said next. "But you aren't going to come until I say you can."

Draco moaned, half in frustration and half in need, as Harry made good on his promise. He set to work mapping out his lover's body with his mouth, kissing his collarbone before nipping at his shoulder. He blazed a trail across and down his body that had Draco's every nerve ending on fire. The brunette made sure to spend extra time giving Draco's dusky nipples the attention they deserved. By this point, Draco was almost trembling, and his breathing was so uneven that he thought his lungs might burst with the effort of taking in air. His mind couldn't keep up with the pleasure Harry was providing.

And Harry was just getting started.

When he was satisfied with Draco's now very erect nipples, Harry trailed a line of barely-there kisses along Draco's right arm. He picked up Draco's hand and tracked the faint lines on his palm with his tongue. Then, he looked Draco directly in the eye and softly kissed each finger tip. Draco's eyes fluttered shut as his heart soared. He felt Harry smile against his hand before he let the hand fall to the mattress and moved on to Draco's stomach.

He swirled his tongue around Draco's belly button and nipped at his sides. The conflicting feelings made Draco laugh breathlessly. Just when he thought Harry was going to use his mouth where he really wanted him to, the brunette grabbed him and rolled him over. Draco blinked, somewhat stupefied, as Harry continued his mission on Draco's back.

Harry followed the contour of his blonde lover's body, nipping at the back of Draco's thighs and licking along the inside of his knee. He went all of the way down to Draco's toes, then back up his leg again. He paused for a moment, and Draco looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. Harry smiled at him.

"I remember you saying something about how you've never bottomed before?"

Draco nodded, uneasy, but he was starting to trust Harry so he stayed silent. The brunette's smile grew bigger.

"Then I think you'll enjoy this quite a lot."

Harry gently pressed Draco down until he was lying flat on the mattress. He reached up above Draco's head and grabbed one of his pillows, which he put under Draco's hips. He purposely brushed his hand against Draco's straining erection as he pushed the pillow into place, and Draco bit his lip to try to suppress the moan that came in response. Harry smirked and settled so that he was between Draco's spread legs, and leaned down to lick a stripe from Draco's lower back to the beginning of the tantalizing globes in front of him. Harry licked his lips again before, without warning, he circled his tongue around Draco's tight pucker. Draco would have screamed if all of the breath hadn't already left his lungs in a surprised woosh. Instead, his vocal chords settled for small keening noises while his hips pushed backwards towards that beautiful tongue. Harry chuckled and nipped at Draco's perky ass before spreading him wide open. The sounds Draco was making were driving him dangerously close to the edge, and he had to reach down to pinch the base of his straining cock to keep from coming. Out of patience for teasing, Harry forced his tongue past the tight muscle.

Draco was completely lost in the sensation of Harry's tongue moving inside him. When the brunette finally pulled away and the haze in his brain cleared away a little, he turned his head to see what his Gryffindor was doing, and why he wasn't still tongue fucking him. Harry chuckled as he lazily flicked one hand towards Draco's end table. The drawer slid open and one of Draco's bottles of lube flew towards Harry's outstretched hand. Draco laughed and raised an eyebrow at his lover.

"What? I told you I remembered everything. That includes your hidden stash of lube." He winked at Draco and laid down next to him. He popped the lid off of the bottle, dumping some onto his hand. He rubbed his fingers together to warm the oil a bit before he reached down between his legs. Draco watched, mesmerized, as Harry circled his own entrance before sliding one finger in. Almost without consciously thinking about it, he reached out a hand and grabbed Harry's wrist, startling both of them. The blonde blushed and looked anywhere but into Harry's eyes as he spoke.

"No Harry. I... Let me."

He took the lube from Harry's other hand and coated his hand liberally. He reached over, hand shaking slightly, and circled Harry's entrance a few times. The brunette grabbed an extra pillow and shoved it behind his head, reclining with his head thrown back and his eyes closed so he could feel every movement of Draco's slender fingers as they moved inside him.

Draco stared, entranced, at the place where his fingers disappeared into Harry. He had three fingers in his lovers arse, and although it was unbelievably tight, the digits slipped easily into the stretched hole. He pressed a fourth into Harry for good measure, and the brunette arched his back and moaned.

"Draco, now. I need you now!"

Draco pulled his hand away and wiped the excess lube on his sheets. He leaned over Harry and pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips. He pulled back and smiled down at Harry. Although the sweet memories of their first time were dancing around in Draco's memory, this time was different. They were both aware of what was happening, and Draco wanted to show Harry exactly how he felt. He wanted this to be more than a quick fuck. He wanted to make love to the Gryffindor that was spread out on his bed below him. Apparently his eyes had conveyed all of these emotions, because Harry smiled at him and whispered out words that made Draco's heart soar.

"I love you too."

Draco lined himself up with Harry's opening, and gently pressed forward. He found little resistance thanks to the thorough preparation he had given his lover, and bottomed out quickly. Harry moaned at the slight pain he felt as the thick cock stretched and filled him.

Draco's entire body trembled with the effort of keeping still while he waited for his brunette to adjust. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Harry shifted slightly. They both moaned as the delicious friction sent pleasure rolling over them in waves.

"Draco…" Harry whined, wiggling in an attempt to get his lover to move. Draco chuckled and leaned down to kiss him. At the exact same time, he pulled almost all of the way out of Harry's warmth before slowly pushing back in. Draco continued at this slow pace, occasionally peppering Harry's face, neck, and chest with soft kisses as they moved together. He was thankful that Harry had used the odd muggle restraint, or the heavy emotions that had charged the atmosphere of the room would have made him come undone ages ago. Still, even with the cock ring, there was only so much Draco could take. His thrusts started to pick up speed, and Harry's breathing was getting more ragged with each thrust.

Although there was no place for the dirty talk of their first time in their love-making, Harry still couldn't help but be vocal. When Draco found his prostate, he threw his head back and let loose an unintelligible string of words that mostly consisted of the blonde Slytherin's name and several terms of endearment, mingled with gasps and moans.

Draco whimpered as his hips snapped forward again and again; he could no longer keep a steady pace. Every nerve ending in his body was crying out in pleasure, and he needed to come so badly that it was almost painful. Despite his lust-induced haze, Harry knew what his lover needed. He too was close to his limits. He waved his hand, and the cursed ring disappeared suddenly.

"That's right, baby. I'm so close! Come for me - with me." Harry gasped out into Draco's ear. His fingers were sure to be leaving red scratches down Draco's back and shoulders from his strong grip, but neither boy noticed or cared. Harry threw his head back with a cry of Draco's name, and that was all it took for the blonde to come. He shuddered as the pleasure ripped through him, and the edges of his vision started to fade to black as they climaxed together. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Harry, still inside him.

When his vision cleared and he came back to reality, he could feel Harry's fingers gently trailing through his hair. He smiled against Harry's chest. Before he could even think about pulling out, Harry's legs were around his waist, holding him securely in place. Harry's courage and bravado had somewhat faded now that their lust had been sated, and he blushed as he mumbled that he didn't want Draco to pull out just yet. Draco grinned and buried his face in Harry's chest, inhaling the scent he had missed so much. He felt Harry yawn and tried to chuckle, but found himself yawning too. Despite his valiant efforts, he felt himself slipping into a deep sleep. The last thing he felt before giving in was Harry's strong arms wrapping around him.

Draco woke up slowly, brain clouded with the deep fitful sleep he had had. He tried to roll over, but something warm was draped over his chest. He opened his eyes and came back to reality slowly. He realized with a slight twinge of disappointment that he had slipped out of Harry in the night, but the fact that the brunette was still with him, that it wasn't all a dream, made it worth it. The arm that was underneath Harry had fallen asleep, but he didn't dare move it. Harry looked so peaceful curled up against his chest, one arm thrown over the pale skin possessively, that Draco couldn't bear to wake him. He smiled softly, marveling at the impossible fact that Harry was really his.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that the object of his ruminations had woken up until Harry shifted. The brunette blinked sleepily as he looked up at Draco, a smile on his face.

"Why have we never fallen asleep together before?" Harry asked, sleep slurring his words slightly. "You're so comfy and warm…" His eyes tried to drift closed again, and Draco chuckled. The vibrations in his chest reached Harry's face, and the brunette opened one eye blearily.

"Are you going to sleep the day away, love?"

"Don't tempt me. To be honest, I'd like nothing more than to never leave this bed."

His answer brought a silly grin to Draco's face, and he leaned down to kiss his lover.

Mine. The thought sang through his mind, filling him with giddy joy.

Harry used his position to his advantage, rolling fully on top of Draco and taking control of the kiss. Draco moaned as Harry settled over his hips, pressing their shafts together.

"You, sir, are insatiable." Draco gasped as Harry latched on to a sensitive spot on the blonde's neck.

"Can you blame me? I'm horny, and I have the object of my every wet dream since fourth year in bed with me, naked." Though he said the words with a matter-of-fact tone, Draco sat up in surprise.

"Fourth year?"

Harry grinned sheepishly, blushing (rather prettily, in Draco's opinion).

"What can I say? You were a prat, but no one else could get under my skin like you. It was only natural for things to progress from there."

Draco tried to process the fact that the man he'd been in love with had had feelings for him for years. He lunged towards Harry, attaching his lips to the brunette's neck. Harry gave a surprised laugh that faded to a moan when Draco bit down slightly. He moved to kiss the Gryffindor, ghosting barely-there kisses against his warm lips. When he spoke, Harry felt each word.

"I love you so fucking much."

Harry pressed upwards, plunging his tongue into Draco's willing mouth. After what could have been a few minutes or a few hours, they stopped snogging and just curled up together, content. Soon, however, the fact that they were both covered in dried cum forced them to get out of bed and head for Draco's private bathroom. The shower took far longer than necessary because apparently it was impossible for either boy to keep their hands off of the other for very long. By the time they were both sated and clean, the water had begun to run cold. They got dressed and moved to the big comfy sofa in the corner of Draco's dorm. Harry was reclined against the back of the couch, while Draco was lying with his head in the Gryffindor's lap. The comfortable silence couldn't go on forever, though. Both boys knew they needed to talk about what had happened before.

Despite everything Draco's head was telling him, he was still slightly afraid that Harry would leave him because of what he had done. Harry noticed Draco's furrowed brow and far-away expression and gently grabbed his chin. He tilted Draco's face towards his own.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere, idiot. You're stuck with me now. If an Obliviate can't erase how I feel, nothing in the world could ever make me leave."

Draco's breath hitched, and his eyes started to tear up. Harry smiled and pulled him more firmly into his lap so they could cuddle. One arm was wrapped around Draco, and the other was busy playing with Draco's hair again. It would seem that this was going to become a habit, and Draco couldn't bring himself to mind.

"I heard you, you know." Harry continued, thoughts trying to put themselves in order. Draco looked at him, waiting for the brunette to elaborate. "I heard what you said just before you obliviated me. I was awake, but I didn't want to disturb you because it was obvious that you were thinking out loud." Draco mentally replayed the rambling thoughts that he had had at the time, trying to remember exactly what he had said. "I think I understand why you thought you had to Obliviate me. I don't agree with it, but I understand. It was partially my fault, to be honest. I wasn't nearly as drunk as I acted that night… I had only had one glass of firewhiskey. The rest were just punch. But I saw an excuse to be with you and I took it. I'm not proud of my methods, but I don't regret it one bit." He smiled at Draco.

"I truly am sorry, Harry… There were times during the weeks after I Obliviated you that I wished I had just let things be. The pain of remembering while you didn't was…" He sighed and snuggled against Harry's neck.

"I love you, Draco. But if this is going to work, we have to trust each other. I know that trust was impossible that night, but I don't want to worry that you'll resort to drastic measures when you're worried about something. I need you to talk to me; you have to be able to tell me how you feel, no matter what you think I'll do."

"I know… I promise, Harry. Now that I have you… I can't even think about doing anything that could ever sabotage this." Draco blushed, hiding his face. Talking about his feelings wasn't exactly natural for him. He had been raised to hide such things. Draco knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but when a blinding lopsided smile manifested itself on Harry's face, Draco knew that the brunette was worth it. He leaned up to kiss his lover, thinking about what the future would hold for them as Harry reached out and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. Draco smirked against Harry's lips as the brunette deepened the kiss. The looming future was a mystery to Draco, one that he hoped would include Harry until the day they died. But he certainly knew what was in store for him in their immediate future as Harry picked him up, never breaking the kiss, and carried him over to Draco's bed.

A/N: THE END. Well, except for the short epilogue lol. I can't believe this story is finished... I've been writing it for so long! I hope you guys enjoyed it; while I do mostly write for my own enjoyment, it's a plus if others like it too! I want to say thank you to everyone who stayed with me despite my awful inability to update regularly! I love you guys :)

Arya Rose