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Yeah, I know it's been a while. Sorry guys. Fluff chapters for some reason are so much harder to write! I can't really say much as this point except review please!! Chapters may come at a slower rate now since I'm not getting a ton of inspiration, but reviews always help :)
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You know this isn't over yet.
It doesn't matter. I'm not losing him again. I chose him. I'll always choose him.
Do you cast your friendship aside so easily?
No…that's not what I meant.
It's never going to end.
What are you talking about?
Choose right. Choose.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains and brought Harry slowly back from his dreams. He woke up confused. Why did he still have dreams about choosing between Ron and Draco? He knew who he was going to fight for when the time came, and nothing was going to sway that.
Thinking of Draco, Harry sat up with a small gasp, realizing the spot next to him was empty. He sighed in relief when he saw his boyfriend sitting at the table in front of the bed, peeling the shell off a hard-boiled egg in a very bored fashion. Harry chuckled and Draco looked up.
"What's so funny?"
Harry grinned and tilted his head to the side."Nothing. Just never seen you eat naked before."
Draco raised an eyebrow at him, quickly thinking of something witty to say but restraining himself. He focused his attention back to the egg. Harry looked at the table in surprise. There was a bowl of fruit, biscuits, and several other breakfast foods littered about it.
"Where'd you get the food?"
Draco smiled devilishly at the small pieces of shell he peeled off. "It's a lot easier to get things for free when you have no clothes on."
Harry's eyes widened. "What?!"
Draco rolled his eyes and gave him a look that said I can't believe you thought I was serious. "Relax. The housekeeper left it outside the door this morning."
Harry blushed at his overreaction and then lay back down with a groan, stretching his incredibly stiff body. They had fallen asleep in each others arms and not moved the rest of the night. Emotionally, it was the best feeling Harry had experienced in a while. Physically, he felt like he had been stuck in that position for weeks. He turned his head to check the time when a tight piercing spasm of pain flooded his neck.
"Bloody hell" he grunted, grabbing his neck. Draco looked up from his now fully peeled egg.
"What's wrong?"
Harry groaned again. "However I fell asleep last night must not have been normal. My neck feels like it's going to snap."
Forgetting about his food, Draco got up and sat next to Harry on the bed. "Turn around" he ordered softly. Harry sat up and obeyed.
Leaning his back against the headboard, Draco situated himself so Harry sat between his legs with his back to him. Draco ran gentle fingers over the spot where Harry's neck muscles twitched. Resting his hands on his shoulders, Draco began slowly massaging the base of his neck with his thumbs. He rotated his thumbs in wide circles, gradually adding light pressure. Harry sighed in contentment as the pain started to subside. Something felt a little off to him, though. Draco was being too quiet.
"Drake?"
Silence answered as Draco continued to circle around the tight muscles of Harry's neck, making his motions more concentrated and adding even more pressure.
"Hun? Everything ok?"
Draco just stared at his fingers working the back of Harry's neck. He moved down to his shoulder blades, kneading his skin firmly. A quiet hum of pleasure escaped Harry's throat as the tension was released from his neck. He turned to look at Draco out of the corner of his eye.
"Draco?"
His face was hard as he concentrated his full attention to what his hands were doing. His lips were pulled into a straight line that turned his expression into a grimace. Harry reached back and took one of his hands into his own. Draco's movements stopped, but his eyes never left Harry's back.
"Talk to me" Harry whispered.
"Can't you just enjoy this in silence?" he asked flatly. The sudden shift in mood made Harry turn fully around to face him. With one hand he cupped Draco's cool face, but Draco's eyes shifted away from his.
"Not when the silence is screaming that something is wrong." Harry responded quietly.
Draco's jaw set as he thought for a moment. Lacing his fingers with Harry's, he brought his hand away from his face and stared at him with steel grey eyes.
"It's never going to end, is it?" he whispered.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "What isn't?"
Tearing his eyes away, Draco glared at the sheet on the bed. He breathed deeply through his nose before answering. "I heard you last night, talking in your sleep. You kept saying something about 'choosing right'."
"Oh…" Harry muttered, his hands falling into his lap. Draco's hand flexed into a fist and then loosened, speaking through clenched teeth.
"I can't deny the hope that I was the clear choice in your life, but I suppose with things being the way they are, it's understandable." A scowl at the end told Harry that Draco was clearly unhappy.
He reached to brush away a stray strand of blonde hair that fell out of place, but Draco pulled away and grabbed his wrist tightly. "Still, it would be much appreciated if you told me who you plan on choosing." he snapped, "Then at least I'll have some warning if you suddenly run off to the weasel's aid."
Harry looked somewhat surprised. "I told you what happened. Ron's doing what he thinks is right. I don't have to choose anymore, Draco. I choose you."
Draco glanced up at Harry with a hardened stare. "Last night told me otherwise."
A frustrated sigh of air escaped Harry's nose as he jerked his wrist out of Draco's grasp. "Draco, I would go to the ends of the earth and back if it meant spending the rest of my life with you. I don't feel whole unless you're here with me. I thought I would have to decide, but the right choice has never been clearer for me. It's you I want. It's you I choose. It's you I want to be with when this is all over. How can I get you to believe me?"
Draco's eyes bore into his with great intensity. "Be here with me when the time comes."
With a quick nod Harry inched himself closer and wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, embracing him tightly and laying his head on his shoulder. He felt Draco's body stiffen in response.
"I'll be right beside you. I promise. I'll fight for you always."
Draco sat there in silence for a few moments before sighing and resting his chin on top of Harry's head.
"Alright" he whispered.
Harry buried his face in his neck as Draco stared off into space, absentmindedly running his cool pale fingers along Harry's spine. He could feel Harry's hot breath warm his skin with every exhale. His eyes focused as something caught his memory.
"There's something else you promised me…"
Harry lifted his head and looked at him questioningly. Suddenly Draco grabbed Harry by the waist and shoved him down on the bed. A small squeak of surprise escaped Harry as Draco swiftly pinned him down. He gave a sly smile when he saw Harry's eyes widen.
"What the bloody hell is up with your mood swings today?"
Draco just grinned, swooping down and grazing his teeth over the weak spot on Harry's neck before running his tongue over it and biting down. Harry gasped loudly as his back arched into him, threading his fingers through Draco's hair.
"God, Draco" he breathed, "I guess you're fully healed."
"Clearly" he stated against the warm skin with a smirk. He thrust his hips forward hard against Harry's boxers to prove it, getting another shuddered gasp from him.
His lips traveled down across Harry's neck and collarbone, his path clear from the red spots he left behind from nipping and biting. He ran his slender fingers over Harry's chest and stomach, sweeping over the increasing rise and fall of his ribcage. A harsh shiver pulsed through Harry as Draco's fingers traced his hips and brushed against the waistband of his boxers. The feeling of Harry's scar didn't faze Draco this time, stroking it lightly without a falter.
Kissing tenderly down his jaw line, Draco started teasing Harry. With his body hovering over him, he dipped his hips down to just barely brush his naked member against the material covering Harry's own. A guttural groan rumbled in the back of Harry's throat as he felt himself harden. Draco repeated his actions again, moving a little closer as he reached the fabric. The third time had Harry arching his hips desperately, but Draco only pinned his waist to the bed to prevent him from getting the satisfaction he craved. Harry groaned and whimpered Draco's name as he continued his teasing motions, begging for more contact. A smirk from his boyfriend was the only response he got.
Pausing in his hip's actions, receiving a small cry of protest, the blonde haired wizard began slowly kissing around Harry's mouth but never letting their lips touch. Harry started fidgeting and squirming under him as the lack of desired contact drove him crazy. His breathing got heavier and his heart beat faster, the teasing becoming unbearable. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Draco…" he pleaded through gasps of air, "please…"
"Shh, love" Draco purred with a grin. His nose drew a line across his flushed face and Harry closed his eyes with an impatient sigh. They popped open again with a moan of slight relief when Draco pressed his bare lower half firmly against him. Rocking forward, Draco started deliberately grinding against him as slowly as he could handle. The contact Harry had craved for wasn't nearly enough for him now. He needed Draco's flesh against his. He needed to kiss him. He needed to feel him. But he couldn't. Draco had grabbed Harry's wrists and forced them above his head, subjecting him to more of the torturous physical limits.
Draco ghosted his lips across Harry's which were slightly parted as heated bursts of air expelled between them. A shiver of intense desire crawled up Harry's spine. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he was going mad. Draco's actions were too slow, so close and yet not close enough to grant him the release he wanted so badly. The feeling of Draco's naked body rocking unhurriedly against his only increased the pent-up passion within him. He felt like he was going to combust if he didn't get any relief soon.
"Draco…I can't…" he panted heavily, "I need you…please."
The platinum blonde halted and bit Harry's bottom lip to make him open his eyes.
"Do you?" he asked, his cool blue-grey eyes flaming with desire. He started moving his hips a little faster against his again.
"Yes," Harry managed to gasp, "I do. I need you. Fuck Draco I need you so much!"
With that, Draco let out a low growl as he broke the boundary he had kept; planting a searing kiss on Harry's parted lips. The forceful groan of final relief from Harry was lost as their mouths sealed together and their tongues collided. Without breaking the kiss, Draco ripped Harry's boxers from his body. Situating himself, Draco thrust forward forcefully, going deep inside Harry. The heated frame beneath him arched and trembled as he forced himself inside his lover. Their lips remained fixed together and, although he could barely hear them, Draco felt the vibrations of each moan issued from Harry's throat with each thrust of his body forward.
They broke apart as their breathing became shallower and labored, gazing at the other with a fire beyond that of love. Draco released his hold on Harry's wrists in order to hold himself up, grunting quietly as he picked up speed. Harry's hands instantly raked through his blonde hair, the other gripping his back. He could feel himself already beginning to lose control, the teasing from before building him up so much. The two heated bodies moved together with no thought of the world around them. They were lost in each other, lost in pure ecstasy.
Harry suddenly felt himself getting closer to going over the edge, and he guessed Draco was right behind him as his body became more rigid with each thrust forward. He could see Draco's jaw tightly clenched, moving faster and more forcefully against him.
"Oh…god…"
"Fuck, Harry…"
"Draco…"
Harry soon felt himself being shoved over the edge and he gripped Draco's back tightly. A flare of heat shot through him as his body tensed. He cried out as a wave of release shuddered through his shaking frame, twitching and moaning as he rode out his orgasm. Hearing Harry's groans of pleasure forced Draco to come shortly after, silently stiffening before going slack against him. He let out a long hiss of air through his teeth as he slowly came down. Pulling out of Harry, he collapsed on his back next to him, wrapping his arm around his lover when he curled up next to him. They lay there together, only the sounds of their panting being heard as they tried to catch their breath. Harry looked up at Draco, resting his chin on his chest.
"Convinced that I'm not going to leave you now?"
Draco raised an eyebrow and glanced down at Harry smugly. "If anyone's convinced anyone of anything, I convinced you not to leave."
Harry snorted. "Don't flatter yourself."
"Excuse me? Did I not just hear you screaming my name?"
"Well, since you were the only other option besides screaming my own…"
"Fuck you, Potter!"
"Too late for that, Malfoy!"
"And see if that ever happens again!"
"I'm too irresistible for you. You could never leave me!"
"Oh yeah? Watch me!"
"Draco!"
Draco burst into genuine laughter at Harry's suddenly horrified face. He rolled over on top of the raven haired wizard and kissed his pouting lips tenderly.
"Of course I could never leave you, you idiot" he chuckled, grinning broadly and resting his forehead against Harry's. "Who else could I shag senseless and still somehow tolerate the next day?"
Harry rolled his eyes and Draco laughed again, kissing his lightning shaped scar. He moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He tossed Harry the Invisibility Cloak as he passed it. Harry grabbed it and gave him a questioning look.
"What do I need this for?"
Draco crossed his arms in annoyance. "Neither of us have any decent clothes, me not having any, nor do I have a wand to conjure up any new ones. And since your sense of style is close to that of a Troll's, I'd rather go with you and be under the cloak than wait for you to bring back something utterly hideous."
"Fine" Harry said with a sigh. After a few moments of silence he realized Draco was staring at him, leaning against the wall. He had an amused look on his face. Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
"What?"
Draco smirked. "Just wondering when you were planning to join me in the shower."
Harry forced a sarcastic laugh. "And who says I want to shower with you? I can do quite well on my own, thanks."
"Suit yourself" he shrugged indifferently, turning around and entering the bathroom.
Harry sat on the bed in silence for a few seconds before leaping off the bed and running after Draco.
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Thought you guys deserved a bit of hot 'n' steamy action, so I hope you enjoyed it! One more fluff-type chapter before stuff starts happening again, so stick with me! Thanks for reading so far!