Chapter Seven:

Teeth In The Grass

A/N: Please read, review and enjoy! Here is where they make love...and I understand you might want *description* but a full love scene will come in a couple chapters, I promise!! ^^

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And when you give me your clothes

And when we're lovers at last

Fresh air, perfume in your nose

There will be teeth in the grass.

And when you give me your house

When we're all brothers at last

There will be food in our mouths

There will be teeth in the grass.

Harry woke up feeling well rested, he attempted to stretch his arms above his head but found his left arm most positively trapped. He was looking at a full head of platinum hair, he found himself blushing against it.

There he was, in the middle of the forest, spooned up against Draco Malfoy of all people. 'Who would've thought?' he mused to himself, but smiled down at the peacefully sleeping figure in his arms.

Harry recollected what happened the night before. The two talked over dinner, they laughed about school and friends as they usually did, but this time was different. This time they were touching, holding hands, they had their arms around each other and they would sneak small pecks onto the others cheeks. And the night ended with the two of them falling asleep beside one another, not caring enough to take turns this time.

'Sometime in the night I must've...moved closer to him,' Harry mused. Not wanting to be caught spooning Draco, Harry attempted to remove his arm but any slight movement made the blonde stir.

Resigning, Harry decided to just sit there and watch Draco sleep. 'He looks so beautiful, so calm,' he said, reaching out with his free hand to brush a few strands of blonde hair from the boys face to get a better look at him. It felt so natural to have their bodies pressed up against one another, and Harry found himself never wanting to move.

"You know...staring is rude, Potter," drawled the wakening blonde, Harry quickly jumed and retracted his arm, sitting straight up. Draco chuckled lightly and brought himself up as well, "Calm down, Harry, you are always too jumpy," he teased.

Harry blushed and looked away, out into the distance of the forest. "We shouldn't have, erm, done that," he stumbled on his words.

"Done what exactly?" Draco raised his eyebrow suggestively and couldn't help but laugh again at Harry's expression.

"Fallen asleep at the sametime, one of us has got to keep watch,"

"That's what our Dark Detectors are for, are they not? I am pretty sure that they will be loud enough to sound the alarm in time to wake us up," Draco said as he stretched, his dirtied blouse raised over his abdomen and Harry couldn't help but sneak a peak at the pale skin. When he noticed Draco's eyes on him, Harry snapped his attention back outwards.

"What day is it?" Harry asked, promptly changing the subject.

"July 29th, and that means it's almost your brithday," Draco winked.

"You know when my brithday is?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Of course I do, who doesn't know when The-Boy-Who-Lived birthday is?" he teased back, causing Harry to scowl playfully before bringing himself to his feet.

"Well, we've really been losing time, I think we should get going," So the boys readied their things and began the start of their day. At first it was a quiet morning walk, the sun was still just risen in the sky and it gave this odd glow to the forest. Harry enjoyed observing nature thoroughly now, and he felt at home as he did.

"You know, I don't exactly mind this," Draco said suddenly around noon hour that day.

"Mind what?" Harry prompted, but he already knew exactly what his companion was referring to.

"Being lost out here. I mean, at least I don't have to spend another summer alone in the Manor, making the best of my efforts to hide my true self from Father," Draco's voice darkened at the mention of Lucius, but he quickly shrugged it off.

Harry bite his lower lip nervously, "I-I don't mind it either. I hated summers, I'd have to spend them with these wretched muggles. And...I'm not really fond of school either now," he frowned.

"Why not? It always seems as though you're living the life at Hogwarts,"

"Pfft...as if. Everybody expects so much of me; Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, everybody! But I don't know how I'm any different from the next guy. So what, Voldemort couldn't kill me when I was one...but it wasn't me who stopped him, it was my Mother! That definitely says something about her abilities, but that doesn't make me any stronger than you," Harry huffed lightly, he hated thinking about this, hated thinking about all he was expected to do but he knew there was absolutely no way out of it.

Draco sighed lightly and put his arm around Harry's waist as they walked, he pulled the other boy close to his side and was glad there was no protest. "Your quick witted, and extremely powerful Harry. Even I cannot deny that, no matter how much I'd like to. You posess abilities even Dumbledore can't understand, and the Dark Lord is scared of you. Not one Wizard has battled a Chimaera and lived to tell the tale," Draco added pointedly, and he smirked lightly as Harry pressed a hand to his wrapped up cloak slung over his shoulder which contained the golden egg.

"I-I just don't think I have it in me, to kill Voldemort. And everybody's resting their hopes on me...I can't do it alone," Harry admitted solemnly, though he felt thoroughly reassured as Draco kept holding onto him as they walked. Harry found himself putting an arm around the blonde's back, and didn't miss the big smile that broke across the others face because of it.

"You won't have to, Harry. I'll be there right beside you, and that's a promise," Draco said firmly, and Harry didn't doubt him when he said that.

"Thank you Draco," Harry whispered.

"No Harry, thank you," Draco bent down to his right to quickly peck Harry on the forehead, the brunette blushed and smiled brightly. "Now that we've gotten into the topic...what's your game plan on destroying the Dark Lord?"

"Erm...game plan?"

"C'mon, Potter, you have got to think of something at least! Or were you honestly going to be thick-headed enough to go in there and kill him on a whim?" Draco raised his eyebrow as Harry mumbled something incoherently and blushed, "Good thing you have me here to think for you when you're brain has most obviously runaway," he teased and then quickly dove into the subject of Voldemort, and for once Harry wasn't the least bit uncomfortable with having that conversation.

It was two days later when Draco awoke rather early, the sun was just rising as he did so. It was rare for him to awake before Harry, but he had gone to sleep at least two hours earlier just so he could. For today, was a very special day indeed and he had many things to prepare.

He ghost a kiss on Harry's cheek before untangling himself from the boy, they slept beside each other now and would always somehow in the middle of the night end up snuggling close. Neither boy minded this, of course they more than enjoyed it.

Draco yawned and grabbed his wand to venture out into the woods. There had to be some sort of fox or family of rabbits awake at this time, and Draco was keen on finding them. It was an hour before he returned to base camp, rather glad that Harry was still sound asleep curled up on top of his own cloak. Draco smiled at the resting figure before starting a fire in the pit they used last night to cook dinner. He, for once since they had been lost, gutted the fox which he had caught and killed, and skewered the fresh meat on a stick to levitate overtop of the flames.

As he awaited the meat to cook, Draco went over to collect his own cloak and retrieved a very miniscule looking twig with a rock on the end of it. He took off the shrinking charm he had on the object and it immediately grew to over a meter long and an inch thick. It was the stick he had been privately whiddling away at for weeks now, for a very specific reason.

Draco admired his handy work, it was quite a lot better than he had thought he could do. There was a smooth, curled design that ran up the stick to where a sharpened arrows head was mounted by a rabbit's hamstring. The arrowhead was carved expertly, and there was only one more thing Draco had to do to complete it. He used Harry's knife to chip away at the end of the spear furthest away from the head. He did this until he went over to check the meat to find it was ready and crisp.

Smiling nervously to himself, he brought the skewered meat over to where Harry still lay sleeping and he bent down to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. He was surprised to find an immediate response; a hand flew up to touch his face, Harry flicked out his tongue to deepen the kiss. Draco's eyes went wide before he relaxed into the touch, he wiggled his own tongue inside the brunette's mouth and began to do his exploring.

Draco lay aside their breakfast so that he could push Harry gently onto his back, he stradled him and all the while did not break their kiss. Draco was aware of Harry's hand now being lost in his own hair, he pushed his own hand up the others shirt and caressed the skin beneath causing for Harry to moan pleasurably, Draco bucked his hips down against the boy and found it extremely hard to hold himself back.

"Mmm..." Harry whispered against those silken pink lips, he grinded his own hardened member up against Draco's hips and felt shocks of electricity vibrate through him.

Draco pulled away with a goofy smile on his face, admiring the blushed boy beneath him, "Good morning and Happy Birthday, Harry," he whispered and leaned down to captivate him in one more short kiss.

Harry sighed reluctantly when Draco climbed off of him, he sat up and blinked at the sun that was glinting through the trees. "Mornin' to you too," he mumbled, no longer feeling embarassed by their actions knowing just as well that Draco enjoyed them like he did.

"I've made you breakfast," Draco said, settling himself cross-legged on the ground in front of Harry who sat with his legs tucked behind his knees. Draco lifted up the fox meat and offered it to Harry who smiled brightly.

"So you actually caught something," Harry teased, "And you gutted it all by yourself? Impressive...did you pass out halfway through or something?" he winked and then broke off a piece of meat to place in his mouth, he savoured the natural taste of the toughness.

"Oi, shove off," Draco mumbled, but was more than happy to take the piece of meat that was now being offered to him by Harry. Draco leaned forward and opened his mouth for Harry to put the small piece he had broken off inside, and before Harry could pull away Draco wrapped his lips around his fingers, causing Harry's eyes to widen considerably. Draco swirled his tongue around the digits, he suckled gently before releasing them and was aroused by the flushed look he recieved.

"I also made you something...now it's not the greatest but I think you would appreciate it. It might make hunting easier," Draco explained, he pointed his wand in the direction of the fire where had had left the spear and Accio'd it. It flew into his grasp and he offered it forward to Harry who put down the stick of meat to look at the spear.

"Wow, Draco this is...wow..." Harry said slowly, he picked it up and gently ran his fingers across the smooth design and then brought himself to prick a small cut in his finger, "The arrowhead is actually really sharp, this must've taken forever!"

"About three weeks," Draco shrugged nonchalantly, "Glad you like it," he smiled gently.

"Is this...an engravement?" Harry asked, he was concentrating on the end furthest away from the spear now and the pink tinge that reached Draco's cheeks didn't go unnoticed.

"It says 'Happy Birthday Harry, Love Draco'," The blonde muttered nervously, he had hoped that him writing that in hadn't been too much. But he had felt it necessary, as if it completed the gift.

"It's so wonderful! Thank you so much Draco!" Harry exclaimed and pushed aside the stick of fox meat and the spear to lunge at the unsuspecting blonde. Harry was sitting in his lap, his hands clasped around his neck and he lowered his mouth to feverishly kiss him.

Draco quickly embraced Harry back, pulling them closer together. They deepened their kiss almost immediately and their groins grew hot as their tongues danced together. Harry groaned and began to rock his hips back and forth, hard into Draco's aroused crotch. Gasping, Draco pulled Harry as close to him as humanly possible, his hands suddenly snaked up the others shirt and were feeling up all of the soft skin on his back.

Harry released Draco's mouth only to run his tongue down his neck, he smiled pleasantly at the shiver of arousal he got in return. He brought his hands from Draco's hair to his front, he let them slowly unbutton the blouse he always wore and pulled back from his necking to take a look at the pale, perfect torso. "You're so beautiful," he whispered out loud, not feeling one bit embarassed to admit that.

Draco closed his eyes and threw back his head moaning as Harry lowered his mouth to wrap around one of the others pink nipples. Draco's nails scratched across Harry's back needily, he pushed his pelvis upwards eagerly. "Harry...feels so...good..." he panted, never wanting the sensation to stop.

It wasn't long before Harry had disgarded both of their shirts, and Draco's back was pressed against the forest floor as Harry grinded into him hungrily, grunting with pleasure as he nibbled at Draco's neck enjoying every little noise the blonde made. Draco felt pure ectascy rippling through his body as his hands moved down Harry's naked back to squeeze his buttocks, causing Harry to grind harsher into him.

"Mmm...Harry...more, please," Draco begged, his thoughts were becoming incoherent to himself as he felt pure passion welling up inside of him.

Harry quietly obliged as he shoved his hand down Draco's front which he was still pressed firmly against and down his pants. Draco's eyes flew open as Harry grasped his hand tightly around his throbbing member, he threw his head backwards. "Oh Merlin, Harry, feels so...ahhh..." Draco moaned, thrusting himself into Harry's hand as the brunette continued to lick and nip at him. Draco was grasping so tightly onto the others backside now he was afraid he was going to leave marks, but he couldn't help it he needed something to restrain himself from completely losing it.

"Make love to me Draco," Harry whispered, pulling himself away as he did a backwards climb off of Draco, the blonde's eyes went wide as he watched as Harry undid his own trousers and pulled them off as he lie ontop of his cloak now. There Harry Potter was, his legs open and as naked as the day he was born, waiting for Draco to make love to him.

Draco's head was reeling, but it didn't take him long for him to remove the rest of his own clothing and crawl ontop of Harry. "Are you sure?"

Harry smiled beautifully and leaned upwards to peck Draco, "I've never been so sure in my entire life," he assured him.

And it was that day, as Draco made love to Harry and they came screaming each others names and it echoed off the trees, that Harry had the best birthday he had ever known.

It was only the next day when the two boys, holding hands as they walked through the forest, came across something of a 'delicate' situation. They were still blissful in each others presence, stealing kisses and gropes whenever they could. It was nearly impossible to keep their hands off of one another, and neither questioned it because neither had been happier in their entire lives.

Draco was eyeing the area curiously that afternoon, Harry caught his odd look. "What is it, Draco?" he asked gently, he could tell that the other boy most definitely felt off.

"It's just...these trees...they're so familiar," he said confusedly, still peering at the landscape. Harry hadn't any idea what he was talking about, the area looked and felt the exact same to him as it always did. Just trees, dirt, animals.

And then Draco completely stilled in his walking, his eyes went comically wide and his mouth dropped open. Harry looked on him with concern. "What is it?" he whispered gently.

Draco swallowed heavily, "We're on the Malfoy Estate,"

And when there's nothing to want

When we're all brilliant and fast

When all tomorrow's are gone

There will be teeth in the grass.