Another warning, this chapter contains a sexual encounter between Harry and Draco, so please skip onward if this will upset you.

Musical Selection: have a listen to Faber Drive "You and I Tonight" I imagine it playing in the background, even though Harry doesn't have a stereo.

Please enjoy.

Merick

Chapter Thirty-Two

"So how long are you two in town for?" Melody had made a point of popping by whenever she wasn't needed, to ask us all manner of questions about our classes; which we dodged; sports, which we also dodged, and about our plans. Every reappearance seemed so blissfully normal and benign, I could see Draco's shoulders relaxing and true face reappearing.

"Just the day I'm afraid."

"That's a pity, my friend's band is playing tonight just a few blocks over, and we could have all gone to see them." She seemed genuinely disappointed. "I could have been the envy of all my friends, walking in with the two of you."

Apparently we were eye candy as well, I fancied that, so did Draco. And I sincerely wished we could have met up with her later to go dancing.

"When do you think you'll be back again Harry?" She asked as we were settling up the bill; I always carried muggle money with me when I was at home, it hadn't been a problem for Gringott's to change it over for me; apparently it was quite a common request.

"Probably not until Christmas break." Melody made her face look a little pouty, first at me, and then at Draco.

"I wish I had a car, I'd come up to Uni and visit you. The three of us could have so much fun in your dorm." And that was an image I did dwell on a few times I have to say, but of course, I knew it wasn't possible. I didn't even think that muggles could find Hogwarts, let alone gain admittance to it for a weekend party. "You have to promise that you'll call me when you get back into town, so we can go out." She looked at Draco, "and you too sir."

She scribbled a number on the back of a menu, twice, tore it in half and pressed a scrap into each of our hands.

"Please?"

"Of course Melody. I think it'd be fun." Draco just nodded, obviously completely mystified at the concept of calling someone with a number code. I explained it to him later and he thought it was rather charming. At least, he mentioned, if you wanted to talk to someone you didn't have to get all dressed up to see them through the Floo network, or apparate over to their place. He wondered if wizards shouldn't invent something similar.

Our trip to the coffee shop had accomplished exactly what I had hoped it would. Draco looked pleased with himself again, all thought of The Three Broomsticks had been pushed from both our minds, and there was a refuge established for him; the muggle world, and 12G. Which is what you really want to hear about now I imagine.

There were two envelopes on the kitchen table when we wandered in. The first from Charlie, thanking me, of all the silliness, for letting him stay at the house while he was working for the Ministry. And the second, from Molly, who hoped I didn't mind that she'd bought curtains and bedding with some of the money I'd left with Charlie, and hoped that I liked the designs she'd chosen. All were very subdued, and appropriate for the house, and for my tastes, if you're curious. As I was reading the notes Draco had wandered about the main floor quietly. There wasn't a great deal to look at, I hadn't replaced the pictures and portraits, and I'd taken down the tapestry of the family tree and emblems, all due respect to Sirius, but I didn't need to be reminded about the history of the Death Eaters who had lived there. It had taken a few coats of magical 'obliteration' paint to finally conceal the musty and moldy fixtures, and I had been close to just taking out entire walls on that weekend. But, in the end, most of the walls were white, or beige, or earthy green. The wood sparkled, and there was light coming in through windows that had been previously shuttered. I couldn't wait to share it with everyone who'd seen it before, and remembered the screaming of the portraits that used to hang on the staircase walls, and the drab hangings and iron that had been everywhere. It was going to be my home now; Kreacher's and mine, and Ron and Hermione's for a while; Ron had thought it was a great idea too. And I wasn't beyond imagining other guests either.

Leaving the letters behind I found Draco in the living room, just staring at the fireplace.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I offered.

"A what?"

Oops, muggle talk again. "What were you just thinking about?"

"Not much really. Nice house you have here."

"Thanks."

Seems we were back to the nervous small talk. I went to stand beside him and take his hand, clasping it gently, not pulling in any direction, just enjoying the touch.

"We can go somewhere else of you like? We don't have to stay here. There's lots of museums around, or galleries?"

He turned to me, a beautiful soft expression in his eyes, their blue looking so much like water then.

"No. I want to go upstairs." He breathed out softly, looking for the courage to say the words out loud. "I want to make love to you."

My knees nearly buckled to hear it.

My room, the master suite, took up a good portion of the upper floor of the house. The first floor of the house had a drawing room and two bedrooms. On the second floor Regulus's bedroom had been made over from its Slytherin green and black and was waiting for guests, but the only other bedroom on the floor, Syrius' remained virtually untouched, as I have said before. By Christmas I figured I might need to open it up again, and I was preparing myself for that. I'd tried to count out the guests and the number of bedrooms. Myself in the master, Arthur and Molly in one room, Ron and Hermione in another, Ginny, who wouldn't be in with me would need a forth, and I expected Charlie and George, so they could share a fifth. If Bill and Fleur came I would need the sixth, and that would be Sirius'. I had another two and a half months to sort that out.

I hadn't seen my room yet, so it was going to be a surprise for both Draco and I. I was surprised that I actually made it up the two flights of stairs to the landing; my knees were shaking. So was my hand as I reached for the door to push it open, but I managed it. It was beautiful.

The set I had picked out of the catalogue had been delivered, and set up, made up with a rich brown coverlet of raw satin and four pillows in chocolate brown slips. It looked so natural against the wood of the bed. The rest of the set made the room look so different than when I had arrived at the house in July. It looked inviting, and warm, and like a comfortable place to retire at night, to find peace. I hoped Draco saw it the way I did. He followed me into the room, and I heard him shut the door behind us both. With my back turned to him I felt his hands light on my waist, and I know that I shuddered.

"I don't know what I should do Draco." It was meant as an apology for whatever I was sure I was going to do wrong. His voice was like a deep purr in my ear.

"Trust me."

"I do Draco."

"Then I will show you." With his wand out he lit the lanterns and candles around the room, the curtains were already drawn so the flickering light cast shadows around the furniture, and the walls. To me, it looked peaceful, like a chapel. Draco spoke again as he brushed his fingertips over my shoulders.

"Please trust that I will do nothing to hurt you Harry. And promise me that you will tell me to stop, if I should do anything you don't want."

"I will."

His hands began to pull my shirt free, and I began to unbutton it from the front, letting it drop from my body. I turned to Draco and found him pulling off his own shirt, over his head, casting it to the floor. He brought his hands to the sides of my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. A few steps backwards and he guided me to the edge of the bed, the gentle insistence from his mouth had me sit, and then lay onto my back as he hovered over me, kissing my bare skin, hands moving to slide down my pants. I know I was shaking, I know I was scared, but I did put my trust in him.

We lay, skin touching skin, his fingers brushing over me as if I were a canvas, and he the artist. Up until that point in my life, I don't think I had ever felt so desired, in good or evil, and this was certainly good. I closed my eyes and let myself be selfish for awhile, not moving, but just sinking into every caress and kiss, feeling my own arousal begin, not feeling embarrassment, and feeling his, pressed into my thigh as he crawled over me.

"Will you let me have you?" His voice was desperately breathless, whispered in my ear; "I promise you that I will make it perfect." I nodded, unable to form the words to answer him.

I'll try to describe what happened, in the right order, but so many things happened, and so many emotions were a part of it that I hope I do the description justice.

Lying on my stomach Draco continued to caress me, keeping me at once relaxed, yet still wound up in anticipation. He began by kneading the muscles of my shoulders, forcing me to remain calm, cooing soft words at me, and sounds that only heightened my hopes, and desires for him. Fingertips, wet with oil traced the paths of the lines of my back and down my buttocks, finally venturing to brush against me in a way that made my whole body tremble. He gently traced me there, and I couldn't help but moan softly as his fingers teased me with what was to come.

From there he brought his weight to me, and brushed his arousal against me. I know that I tensed as he did it, and that my body quivered. Soon his hands were again rubbing me, soothing me. Then it was bliss, as he so carefully, and gently pushed himself against me, and my body opened to him. His thrusts against me, and into me were tender, delving deeper at a slow pace, not a frenzy of passion, nothing out of control except the feelings rushing through my body. At his deepest thrust he wrapped his arms around me, pressing his chest against my back, and I felt his warmth and the way his own chest was trembling with each unsure breath. His own initial quiet moans became deeper and more prolonged as he rocked back and forth against me. His hands reached for my own swollen arousal, carefully stroking me at the same tempo.

"Oh God Dragon." There was nothing else I could think of to say, to express everything that my body was feeling, or that my mind was feeling.

His own breaths became more clipped and audible, and I could feel the muscles across his abdomen tensing. His orgasm came so naturally, his arms reaching to hold me close as he cried out quietly into my shoulder, where he had laid his head on his last stroke. He had promised it would be perfect, and it had been, and I knew that I was on the verge of tears; the emotions were so overwhelming. We lay together, frozen in time, his arms around me, and my own arms holding them there in place as I allowed everyone of his waves to rush over us both.

But it wasn't over for either of us yet.