A/N: Thank you to my lovely and wonderful reviewers: Tenshi Yami – Angel of Darkness, MySexyPack101, sstark2010, kiefercarlos, Padfootette, and hPdC. Also a gigantic thanks to all that are following and reading this story.
Chapter Five
Pansy returned the next day and sat with Draco whilst Harry went home to shower, shave and change his clothes. He did it reluctantly, he didn't want to leave Draco's side. But Pansy insisted, said Draco wouldn't want to see a dirty, unshaven and smelly Harry when he woke.
Harry was back within an hour and Draco's condition hadn't changed.
Draco wished he could move, Pansy had been gossiping non-stop for a whole hour. Prattling on about Zach and how she has come up with a brilliant idea that will make her rich and famous. He went to sleep, he didn't want to hear her chatter.
"How has he been?" Harry asked Pansy.
She shook her head, "No change. Not even a twitch. I hope he wakes soon, I heard someone say he was in a coma or something. But why can't they just wake him up with a spell?" she sounded desperate.
Harry conjured another chair and took hold of Draco's hand again. "It is safer to just allow his body to wake up naturally. I was out for it for a few days after the war, think it was pure exhaustion. Besides, he's a grumpy git when he is woken up. I'd much prefer he wake on his own." Harry tried to joke, but he still sounded despondent.
Pansy squeezed Harry's arm, "He will Harry. Draco is a stubborn bastard, he will want to wake so he can milk it and get all of us running around after him. Waiting on him hand and foot, and getting lots of attention. You remember the Hippogriff incident in third year, well he hasn't changed."
Harry laughed, "Yeah I remember. It's funny, I can remember everything he did at school, I just never realised how obsessed I was. Do you think he will be okay mentally? Because of the fire and all?"
Harry and Draco had only told Pansy and Blaise what happened in the Room of Requirement when Crabbe died. So Pansy would know what Harry was referring to immediately.
Pansy seemed unsure for a few seconds, "Maybe. I mean it couldn't have been nice for him, knowing his friend died trapped in a fire and then he becomes trapped in one too."
Harry kissed Draco's hand, "All of us will be here for him to help him through whatever happens. That day in the Room of Requirement has always been one of my most visited visions in my nightmares. Pansy, it was awful."
Harry was using that memory and thinking that Draco had just gone through a fire again, but this time alone. He felt horrible knowing that.
"Harry please don't dwell on it. Just thank whatever deity seems to be watching over this fool. He's like a cat, must have nine lives or something."
Harry smiled, "Me too I think. I hope he knows that even though we were arguing, I never stopped loving him."
"Of course he does Harry. He would be blind and stupid not to. You two are so wrapped up in each other, it's sicking. You're worse than Granger and Weasley. Now stop brooding. I am going to fetch us a coffee." She stood and left.
Harry leaned forwards in his chair and kissed Draco's forehead, cheek, nose and a single kiss to his lips. "I love you."
Draco woke when he felt a kiss to his forehead. Yet his eyes were still shut and he couldn't move. Frustration is too small a word to describe what he is feeling. Draco screamed, but there was nothing to hear. He wanted to look into Harry's face, to kiss him back and to reply with a 'love you' of his own.
"The paper this morning predictably outed me to the whole wizarding world. I don't care anymore. I was going to come out, I was waiting for you to come home. Then I was going to tell you that's what I decided, so we could face the press together. But then you had to go all Finnegan on my ass and explode your cauldron. They managed to get some facts correct though, which makes a change for the paper."
Draco snorted, but again it was in his head and no sound was heard.
"They must have spoken to our informative flatmates, to get the facts. I expect Pansy and Hermione wanted to make sure that they published a decent article with the facts and no lies. Pansy has made me promise to give her an interview, for her new project. I'm not sure if she's told you?"
Draco wondered if that was what she was prattling on about earlier.
"It's a clever idea really and all of us at the flat have decided to become investors in it. We will probably double, triple or more our original investments. Blaise is even getting involved. You see Pansy has decided to set up a wizarding TV Channel, or Channels. It will either be added to peoples, TV packages they already have. Like ours. Or they will have a TV that just plays the wizarding channels."
Harry sighed, "I'm just going to carry on talking, because I hate silence. She of course will run the whole network and she will have her own fashion channel, which will show witches and wizards the latest fashions, the latest gossip and superficial things. That is what she wants me for, to do an interview about being gay and all that, she said if it's an exclusive, people will be rushing out to buy a TV and to watch it. Anyway, she has really taken to the idea. She has got Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom involved, she will have an animal channel – informing the wizarding world about exotic creatures. Neville will talk all about Herbology and such."
After a short pause he added, "I think she has come up with about six different channel concepts, each channel will be dedicated to one thing. She has a meeting with the Ministry, as she wants a news channel, which reports on politics and such. Also a sports channel that airs all the Quidditch games and analyse the matches and interviews with players. I think it's a great idea, can you imagine us snuggling on the sofa, watching Quidditch on a rainy Sunday?"
Draco felt happy, he could easily imagine chilling with Harry on a lazy Sunday, watching sports and most likely making love.
"Anyway the funny thing is Blaise wants a porn channel. Funny right! Hermione yelled at him, saying that the wizarding TV station hasn't even got up and running yet, and he wants to corrupt it with porn. Dirty fucker."
"Pansy said she'll think about it, she reckons that it would pull in a lot of viewers. How did she put it, there are lots of sad desperate men out there that will happily buy a TV so they can watch wizards and witches in a porn film. Of course it will only be available after a certain time, and you will need to be over 17 to access the channel, but Hermione said they can work a spell or something that, blocks access unless the person inputs a passcode – parental control or something. Anyway my point, Blaise decided he will now set up a legitimate porn company, making porn films. So he can sell them to the TV network, to air. He thinks he will be stinking rich. I can imagine he will want to interview all potential witches."
Harry shook his head, Blaise was such a womaniser and if anyone could make the porn channel work, it would be him.
Draco wanted to ask Harry to continue to talk, he liked listening to his voice. But he had gone deathly quiet. Draco wanted to turn his head and look around the room, but of course he couldn't.
Harry stared at Narcissa Malfoy, speechless.
Draco's insides churned when he heard the familiar tone of his mother's voice.
"Mr Potter. How is my son?"
Harry stood and offered Mrs Malfoy his chair. She accepted and he walked around to the other side of Draco's bed. Draco hadn't spoken to his parents for a long time. Even before Harry started dating him. Draco had confessed that he was gay, they threw him out. So he moved into the shared flat. So four years since he had anything to do with them.
Harry wondered if Draco ever told his parents that they were dating. She would know now, after reading the paper.
"I asked you a question Mr Potter, I do not like to stare at the inside of your mouth. Either answer me or close your mouth." She snobbishly said.
Harry was forcefully reminded of Draco and he fought the urge to laugh.
"Um I'm not sure what the healers have told you, so I will tell you it all. Forgive me if I repeat anything you have already heard. Do you know that Draco is studying to become a potions master? Anyway he is. He was working in his lab and a potion exploded and he was knocked out, banged his head. Then the lab caught fire and Draco was trapped, he inhaled a lot of smoke and sustained some burns. He was rescued and the healers have fixed his lungs. The salve is to be applied three times a day to the burns, but the burns should heal with no scarring. He has been asleep or unconscious since. They don't want to force him awake and they hope that he will make a full recovery. But as he was working on unfamiliar potions, no one knows the side effects." Harry finished.
Mrs Malfoy eyed him and then nodded.
"Thank you Harry. Very informative. Yes I was aware that he was studying to be a potions master. We haven't heard from him for over four years, but we are kept informed on some things from various sources."
Harry frowned, "You mean you've been spying on him?" Harry accused.
"No. We were not aware of his true relationship with you, for example. We only knew what was in the paper. That you moved in together as flatmates. But we have some connections and when Draco hired the potions lab, we were informed of it."
Draco couldn't hear his father's voice and wondered if his mother had come without his permission. He was angry at her, that she only came when he was seriously injured. But he was happy too, he missed his mother and it was wonderful to hear her voice.
"Is he happy?" Narcissa asked Harry, her voice quiet and small.
Harry sighed, "Yes. Well I believe so. He is very passionate about his potions work and from what I can gather, was well on his way to discovering a new potion that would change the wizarding world for the better. You should be very proud of him, I am."
Draco could hear the utter sincerity and love in Harry's voice. Draco would have normally winced at Harry, for daring to speak to his mother like that. Telling her she should be proud, but he didn't care, because Harry had said he was proud and that was what mattered to him.
"I am Mr Potter. I've always been proud of him. But he earned my respect the moment he came out to us and stood up to his father. I may have cast him out and ignored him that is what is expected of me. But it was a bitter sweet moment for me. I was sorry to lose him, but happy that he finally discovered who he was and what he wanted. Lucius was sure he would come back within a few weeks, he proved him wrong. Again making me proud and increasing my respect for him."
Harry was stunned at her honesty. Draco was touched at his mother's confession, all this time he thought she was ashamed of him. That she wanted nothing to do with him, he was wrong.
"I wish I had his courage. As you have probably read in the paper, Draco and I have been together for two years. Two years I made him hide our relationship, not because I was ashamed. But because I was afraid. He stood up to you and Lucius and I wish I could have be as brave."
"I'm sure Draco loves you very much. He wouldn't wait around in hiding for two years, for anybody. I hope he will forgive my absence from his life. I have told Lucius as soon as I heard Draco was admitted to hospital, that I will become part of his life again." She sounded firm.
Harry smiled at her, "I think Draco would like that very much. He misses you." He kindly told her.
Draco was amazed that Harry was so perceptive, he had never mentioned how much he missed his mother and how he wanted to reconnect with her. He wanted to sit up, kiss Harry senseless and hug his mother.
"So Mr Potter..."
"Please call me Harry. If you are going to be a part of Draco's future, then we will be interacting together a lot and I prefer Harry. Because I am part of Draco's life and I will not let anything or anyone get in our way of being together. Not anymore."
Narcissa was observing Harry, "I believe Draco has found his true equal. I wouldn't dare get in the way of the two of you. Please may I have a moment alone with him?"
Harry nodded, stood, and kissed Draco's forehead and headed to locate Pansy.
It didn't take long, she was in the corridor. She gave him his coffee. "It's probably cold now, but I didn't dare interrupt Mrs Malfoy."
Harry smiled, "No I think she has come to apologise to Draco. It appears that she at least accepts us. She is just a mother whose son is in hospital, she wants to seek comfort and see her son."
Pansy relaxed, "I think Draco would love to have his mother back."
Harry agreed and they sat on the chairs in the hall, waiting for Mrs Malfoy to emerge.
Narcissa came out half an hour later. "Thank you Harry. Pansy." Then she left.
Harry entered the room, Draco was of course still immobile. But he was pleased to note that when he finally wakes he will have Harry and his mother one hundred percent there for him.
Later that evening the others popped in for a visit. Ron patted Draco's shoulder and said, "Wake up you lazy git," and Harry thought that was a much as affection he would show to Draco, even though Harry suspected that Ron secretly liked him.
Harry told them, "The Healers said to talk to him, that he might be able to hear."
Hermione sat next to the bed, "Draco I have checked your lab. I'm sorry, most your research and potion samples were destroyed. I hope you had backup copies of your notes. I tried to salvage some things, but they were too ruined. You will need to purchase everything again, especially your books. I couldn't find your wand either, I think it too burned in the fire. I'm so sorry."
Blaise snorted, "Hermione stop depressing him, he won't want to wake up if you go on at him like that. Draco mate, you'll never guess, I am going to be a director and maker of porn. Great right! I think I've got enough actors to make the first one soon. Brilliant – I'm earning money off sex, I don't even have to marry them and divorce them like mother. Or sell my body, just other people's bodies."
Hermione scolded him and Harry laughed. The others tried to convince Harry to return to the flat and eat something, but he refused.
"No. I want to be here when he wakes, I want to be the first person he see."
So the others left and Harry took his place at Draco's side and picked up his hand.
"Bit of an eventful day I'd say. I hope Blaise hires a studio for his porn film, no way is he making them in the flat. Your mum seemed to have no objections to us, well none that she voiced anyway. I'm pleased, because I didn't want to fight with her. Your burns on your face are looking lots better already, not so angry looking. I think your perfect skin will be unmarred, well apart from the scars you already have, but I mean no new marks. I'm rambling again. Gosh I want to hear your voice so badly, feel you kiss me back."
Harry sighed and kissed Draco's hand, wrist, all up his arm, shoulder and then his neck and behind his ear.
"Words cannot express how much you mean to me. Please wake up my love."
He kissed him on the lips and then settled back down in his chair.
Draco felt such love, devotion and happiness, it flowed from Harry and into him. He knew in that moment that Harry and he would be together no matter what, that they both truly loved one another.
On the fourth day, Harry was reading Draco his get well soon cards and letters.
"Millie says that there were better ways of getting attention. I think she was joking, she wishes you well and hopes to hear your cutting remarks again soon." Harry frowned.
"Your friends are rude. Oh and your mother owled me and said she will be over later tonight. She said she has a surprise for you. I hope it's not your dad? Fuck that would be enough to put me in a coma – fucking knob."
Draco wanted to tut at Harry, but he couldn't.
"Pansy has found someone with the knowledge of setting up a wizard station. Lee Jordon, apparently he knows a lot about that sort of thing. Well he did have the pirate radio station during the war, so he must know some things. Anyway she has poured all of her savings and our investment money, into hiring a studio, having sets made and hiring staff and presenters. She said she won't launch the network until more people have purchased a TV and until you're awake."
"She also decided to copy the muggles and told her boyfriend to make a music video, and she will air it on a music channel. So the teenagers have a channel they can watch and enjoy."
Draco wanted to roll his eyes, trust Pansy to think of everything. She will be a millionaire and he wasn't even involved.
"I invested some money for the both of us. I hope that's okay, I just knew it was a money machine and well, any profit we make, we can maybe buy you a fire proof lab or something."
Harry was running his fingers through his hair, and Draco thought it felt lovely.
"I think I will cast a shaving charm on you, you have stubble. Very un-Malfoy like – it's sexy though. Maybe I'll leave it, for now. I was thinking… yes I know you would normally make a scathing remark about my ability to think. I miss that. Anyway I've been thinking and I want us to go on holiday when you wake up. As a couple, we can go for romantic walks on the beach, dine in romantic restaurants, all that stuff I made you miss out on these last two years."
"I looked at a few places, but I wasn't sure because I know you hate the cold, but you hate the heat too. Your one awkward person, but I guess I love that about you. Anyway I wasn't sure where you've been before, I expect growing up you visited places all over the world. So I'm going to wait until you have woken and you can choose."
Draco liked that, he ran some options through his head and hoped he would wake soon. He felt a lot better, not so weak and his magic seemed to vibrate through him, flowing with more ease. So he willed his hand to move, he tried so hard.
Harry was holding Draco's hand when he felt it. Only a slight movement, a twitch of Draco's fingers.
"Draco? Oh Draco, that's it. Come on, I felt your fingers move. Draco love, come on, I know you can do it." Harry encouraged.
Draco could hear Harry spurring him on. He did it, he actually moved his fingers. He felt a burst of energy and he managed to squeeze Harry's hand.
He heard Harry gasp, "Draco, you're amazing. You know that? Come on – open your eyes, I want to look at you. Please love."
Draco really did try with all that he was, he willed it with everything, trying to use his magic and his whole being.
Draco slowly opened his eyes. There was the blurred image of Harry's face peering down at him and then darkness came again. Consciousness fading in and out.
Harry beamed. Draco had opened his eyes, only briefly but the relief he felt upon seeing those unfocused and confused grey eyes locate him, was immense.
Harry rushed to get a healer and explained that Draco had moved his fingers, squeezed his hand and briefly opened his eyes.
Draco remained unconscious again, but Harry had hope. Draco had managed to do it, so he will do it again until he wakes fully.
Later that night Harry told Draco's mother what had happened and he couldn't keep the smile off his face.
"Maybe if you talk to him, he might respond to you." Harry told her.
She smiled and leaned forwards in her chair, "Draco honey. It's mother, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand or open your eyes." She softly said.
Draco could hear her, and he wanted to indicate this to her very much. Again he used all of his energy and will power to make his fingers move.
"Oh my. Harry he lightly squeezed my hand." She said shocked.
Harry beamed at her, "I know, he's great isn't he." Pride evident in his voice.
"Yes he is. Come now Draco, open your eyes." She gently coaxed.
After a few moments of his mother and Harry offering encouragement, he managed to open his eyes. It was still a bit unfocused, but there was his mother. Smiling at him, he hadn't seen her face for four years. He managed a small smile in return. His mother looked close to tears.
Draco ended up floating in and out of unconscious. Gradually things become clearer and he was little bit more aware during the periods of consciousness.
Eventually he was able to stay awake for a reasonable amount of time and the healers deemed him fit for discharge.
Harry was helping him dress his burns and packing his hospital bag. He said that the others were waiting at the flat for them, as he didn't want to overwhelm Draco.
"I suspect the press will see us. They discovered that you hadn't been discharged and have been camping out hoping to get a glimpse of us."
Draco frowned, he didn't want pictures of his burns on his face published for all to see.
Harry stepped in front of him and took hold of his face, in his hands. He looked directly into Draco's eyes. "They won't bother you. I won't let them. I promise." Then he kissed him gently on the lips.
Pulling back he added, "I'm so happy you're awake. Let's concentrate on getting you to full recovery. I love you Draco. Are you ready?"
Draco had moved his hands to Harry's hips during the kiss, he pulled Harry close and gave him a proper kiss. One that conveyed how much he loved him too. He hadn't told Harry that he heard him whilst asleep, not yet.
Harry had told Draco that he had come out and was prepared to go public with their relationship, if that was what Draco still wanted.
Draco had kissed him with such force, how could he think that he didn't want that. Draco told him that he loved him and would love to finally be a couple openly.
When they reached reception there was a small group of press. Harry stepped forwards, they all waited with baited breath.
"Accio cameras." He said with such force, all the cameras shot forwards and Harry banished them.
The press complained and groaned, "You should be thankful that was all I did. Now I would appreciate some privacy." He commanded. No one argued with him, parting to allow Harry and Draco to leave. Harry holding Draco's hand as they walked to the exit.
When they reached the lift, Draco rewarded Harry with a breath-taking smile and heart stopping kiss.
"Thank you Harry. Now there will be no photos of my burns in the paper that means a lot to me."
Harry pecked him quickly, "I know, that's why I did it."
The others had put up a banner and set up a small welcome home party. Draco was surprised to see his mother there. He let go of Harry's hand and said sod it to Malfoy decorum and scooped his mother up into a hug. Pansy started crying, but she insisted it was happy tears.
Narcissa never told them her surprise the other night, being distracted by Draco opening his eyes. She pulled Draco aside and told him that she had purchased the flat and the deeds were in his and Harry's name. It was her way of showing she accepted their relationship – having both names on the deed.
Draco was surprised, the flat was very, very expensive, and that was why they all rented a room each. Draco told Harry but not the others, not yet. He liked living with them, so he told them that his mother paid the rent for a year and they didn't need to pay any for that time.
Harry had taken leave from the Auror training programme, insisting on being home until Draco was feeling better. He would lovingly re-dress Draco's burns and apply the salve, with such delicate touches.
They talked about Draco's fear and flashback to the fire in the Room of Requirement and Draco felt much better after he talked about it. They had been photographed numerous times since leaving the hospital, but Draco didn't mind. His burns on his face had cleared and it was great being photographed with Harry as a couple.
Draco never told Harry but he collected every photo and article, keeping them stashed away. Some were of moments that were intimate and they weren't aware someone was watching. But every photo had one common link, it was evident that the two were very much in love. It radiated off the picture in droves, no one could deny their feelings.
The night of the party Draco and Harry were cuddling in bed. Harry straddled Draco and kissed every patch of skin on his face, with soft and tender kisses, not wanting to disturb the burns. Draco hummed in contentment and approval at Harry's actions.
"I'm going to kiss you better, all of you." Harry throatily informed a highly aroused Draco.
Draco could feel the sexual tension building all night at the party. They sent lingering looks, flirtatious smiles, seductive touches and erotic whispering. Eventually Harry told everyone that Draco was tired and needed rest. Ron had called after them;
"Make sure you renew the silencing spells." Everyone knew they wouldn't be sleeping any time soon.
They had stripped naked, whilst kissing frantically and now Harry was in Draco's lap, kissing his neck. Draco cherished the times when they made love, or had sex. Depending on the situation, they either had slow sensual sex, which felt like making love – it was more passionate, intimate and connecting emotionally as well as physically. Or they would have raw, animalistic, fast sex, which was all about the physical contact – and Draco referred to that as having sex.
Tonight, they would be making love. At times like this both he and Harry just let go, opened up and trusted one another. There was real intimacy and no rush to reach orgasm, more the act of savouring the moment and loving one another. They would connect emotionally and spiritually, making the sex all that much meaningful and fantastic.
When they had raw, rough sex they would choose easy and quick positions, sometimes this meant they couldn't look into one another's eyes. Making it difficult to connect emotionally, but that was okay if they wanted a quickie or just sex. But tonight they wanted to connect on many levels.
Draco had always thought that the eyes are windows to a person's soul. So as they caressed each other, kissed over one another's skin and whispered words of love, they made a point of making eye contact. Draco liked making eye contact with Harry, to actually see Harry–and to let him see into him–it was very intimate, especially as the passion started to build.
Draco used to think Harry was phenomenal at sex, but then he realised it was because Harry gave himself fully, he trusted him, he became vulnerable and open for Draco. He discovered Harry could have been utter shit at it, but to Draco it would be amazing because he loved Harry and Harry loved him. When he met Harry's gaze during sex, his green eyes would be dark with desire, but he would also see the love, trust and acceptance in them too. This making the experience phenomenal.
Harry had started kissing over his chest and Draco shivered and arched his back slightly, as Harry realised a soft tingling breath over his nipple. Before tracing it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and brushing his hands over Draco's ribs.
His cock was hard with want and longing, every part of his body was sensitive to Harry's touch. Every kiss, lick, nip and caress earned Harry a soft moan. Draco felt unbearable relentless heat. Beads of sweat had trickled down from his forehead into his eyebrows, clinging there refusing to drip, antagonising his skin. But it was glorious because Harry was worshiping his body, kissing it better.
Draco's body was vibrating with desire, longing for more, but not wanting it at the same time. He was relishing this tender and wonderful time, they hadn't even touched each other's genitals yet and Draco felt his body was tittering on the edge of immense pleasure.
Harry was positioned between his legs and was kissing his inner thighs. Draco cried out as Harry began kissing his shaft and balls. Sucking them gently before releasing them and running his tongue over the head.
"Harry," Draco sobbed.
Harry took him in further and began alternating between sucking, licking and kissing all over his cock.
"Harry…you got to stop, I won't last." He managed to splutter after a long moan.
Harry's piercing green eyes met his, "Good. You know I don't plan on having sex yet anyway, I want to worship you and kiss all of you. You're welcome to come multiple times." Then he continued his sucking with a newfound pace.
Draco gripped Harry's shoulders and came, endless streams of semen shot out. He hadn't had a release since the last time they had sex, not even wanking. Harry met Draco's gaze and licked him clean.
Then he returned to Draco's eye level, kissing him from head to foot again. He also massaged Draco, and before long Draco was becoming hard again. Harry placed a pillow under Draco's bottom and Draco moved so he was tilted upwards, giving Harry better access. Harry spread his legs and began massaging his bottom, kissing his entrance.
Draco's hardness increased, Harry smiled, "I told you I was going to kiss everything better." Then he continued with the tip of his tongue.
Draco whimpered. He found it very arousing having Harry's warm, soft tongue and lips give him pleasure in such an incredibly intimate place. It had always got him going, he found he preferred Harry's lips and tongue to the harshness of fingers or sex toys.
Harry had previously used his skills when rimming him to push him over the orgasmic edge. Without any anal sex, or touching of his penis, just pure rimming. Draco loved it.
However it felt different tonight, Harry wasn't planning on letting Draco come, and this was a delicious tease for the main course still to come.
Draco had spread his legs and was holding his cheeks apart slightly, giving Harry room to work his magic.
Harry loved doing this to Draco. Draco loved it too, he drove Harry wild with the noises he would make, causing Harry to increase his efforts and creating more delicious sounds.
Harry licked the entire furrow from top to bottom like an ice cream, with a big, flat tongue. He pressed his flattened tongue against Draco's opening and held it there, then he slowly started to move it in and out stimulating the nerve endings. Harry pulled his tongue out and with the very tip of his tongue, he lightly licked in a ring around the rim of Draco's opening.
Draco gripped the sheets in his fists and cried out, "Fuck Harry. Fuck yes – work that tongue." He moaned and whimpered.
Harry continued darting his tongue in and out, electing moans and groans from Draco. Then Harry pushed his tongue in deeper and started tongue-fucking him. Draco pushed his bum in Harry's face, begging for more. Gradually, Harry worked his tongue into a rhythm with a short, firm lick. He continue the beat for a while: getting Draco pretty aroused.
Harry was also moaning his appreciation. He knew the moaning vibrates his tongue and simulates Draco more, vibrating against his sensitive opening. Harry blindly fumbled for the tube of lube that he knew was by his side. He rubbed some on his fingers and slid a lubed finger into Draco.
"Oh Harry….."
Their eyes met and Harry smiled seductively at him. "I won't last Harry, you got to fuck me." He begged.
"No. I told you, just come. I will work you back into a frenzy again and maybe you can orgasm."
Draco knew he wouldn't be able to hold off on his climax, not when Harry inserted another finger and then took hold of his erection with a slick fist. Stocking him and fingering him in unison.
"Oh fuck a duck…..Harry." He arched upwards coming for the second time that night.
Harry continued to work him, until his body stopped shuddering and his moans lessened.
"How are you surviving this?" he asked.
Harry smiled, "Wizards version of Viagra."
"What? What's that?" Draco asked as Harry kissed his way up his body.
"That is a very good question my love. It helps me maintain my erection even if I climax. Normal Viagra, will only help you become erect, but not keep you erect. But that's why I took the wizards version. I am not really bothered by my climaxes and orgasms tonight, even though I am sure I will have them. Tonight is all about you, and I will remain erect for eight hours, so I can fuck you over and over again, and not be hindered by my lack of erection. I will make you come so many times tonight Draco."
Harry kissed him on the corner of his mouth, "I have lots of time to worship your body and then I will make love to you for hours."
Draco smiled at Harry's statement, "I think I want the endless love making to begin." He seductively whispered to Harry.
Harry chuckled, "You're going to regret saying that. You will be unable to walk tomorrow."
Draco was on his back, he had tucked his legs up against his stomach. Harry was in the kneeling position, Harry spread Draco's legs, placing his penis and torso between them. Draco's breath hitched as he felt Harry's cock push inside of him, filling him up. Harry moved forwards and kissed Draco as he started circulating his hips.
Harry pulled back and looked down at Draco, "I love this position. It allows me the pleasure of seeing my cock entering and leaving your body as I thrust."
With that Harry moved his gaze lower and watched as he slid his cock out and thrust it back in. Draco watched as his eyes darkened in arousal, with a glint of satisfaction.
"Don't get me wrong I love it when you top. But sometimes I just get the urge to fuck you hard and fast, into the mattress." Harry huskily told Draco.
He began setting a faster and firmer pace. Draco felt his body reacting to the stimulation and the pleasurable sensations, that Harry's thrusting elicited. Harry placed his hands onto Draco's thighs to help maintain his balance and control as he pushed deeply inside of Draco.
Draco reached up with his hands and started running his hands all over Harry, any part he could reach. Wanting to give Harry a good time too, even though he planned on continuing for hours.
Draco wondered if his body could handle that, but then he dismissed it immediately. Of course he could – a sex marathon with Harry, what more could he want.
Harry Potter was not one for lying and true to his words, he fucked Draco every which way, for hours.
Draco was relaxing a moment whilst Harry conjured some whipped cream. Draco cast a few cleaning charms, but he was sweaty, sticky and he was loving it.
Draco took the bowl of cream off of Harry and pushed him onto his back. He smothered it over Harry's chest and abs, then he proceeded to lick every yummy drop off.
Harry remained lying on his back with his arms down beside his body. Draco grabbed Harry's ankles, lifting his legs first and then slowly lifting his back up so he was resting on his shoulders. Harry's knees were by his head. Most of Harry's body was raised in the air, most his body supported only by his shoulders.
Draco penetrated Harry, putting himself up on tip-toes, leaning over Harry and placing his fists against the mattress, blocking Harry's legs. It didn't take long before both were climaxing simultaneously.
They rested for a bit, then they put a dressing gown on, before they snuck into the bathroom and washed off all the semen, sweat and whipped cream. They ended up shagging in the shower too.
Then they returned to Draco's bedroom, then they embraced, just laying entwined, talking and touching. Harry was still sporting a full on raging boner and he wondered if the tablet he took was faulty, it had been hard for hours and hours.
They were exhausted and they dozed off. When Harry woke some time later he still had a hard on. Shit, I hope this isn't an actual problem. It better go down, no way am I going into St Mungo's with this problem.
Harry shook Draco. "Draco I'm still hard, I need you to offer your body as a solution."
Draco mumbled, "I'm sleeping and resting. You fucked me silly I can't take anymore. You win – now leave me be."
"No Draco, I need you to help. See it as a challenge – see if you can fuck me flaccid." He knew Draco loved a challenge.
Draco sighed, "Okay but I'm not moving, fuck me like this."
They were spooning, Harry pressed against Draco's back. Harry wasted no time, he entered Draco and fucked him as they both remained spooning. Draco soon woke up fully, and was pushing back as Harry was thrusting forwards. Harry reached around and played with Draco's nipples, abs and erection.
He kissed the back of Draco's neck as he came inside of him. He pulled out and was relieved to see his erection was gone.
"Oh thank fuck for that. Draco, it's gone." Harry happily declared.
"Hmm great, yay for you and your cock. Now go back to sleep." Draco sleepily told him.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and curled his body around him, falling back to sleep instantaneously.