WARNING: Porn.

Year Eight

The summer after seventh year, Harry spent it visiting friends. He stayed with the Weasley's and Hermione for a wile, and even spent some time with Draco. Harry wasn't permitted to visit the Malfoy manor, so the two would meet in Diagon Alley and spend the day visiting shops and having ice cream.

One particular day, as Draco and Harry were joking around, Draco tugged Harry's shirt. "You know what I think you need? A wardrobe update."

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Oh please, shopping with you will land me in outrageously lavish clothes. That's just not my style. I'm plenty happy with my baggy tee shirts and jeans, thank you very much."

Draco rolled his eyes and tugged Harry by the hand.

"Fine, I promise not to buy you nice clothes. We'll go for casual. I think you would look dashingly handsome in grunge clothes."

Harry frowned. "What do you mean by grunge?"

Draco pulled him into a shop. "I'd describe it as a laid back bad boy kind of vibe."

Harry went a little pink. "I'm not a bad boy. Or dashingly handsome."

The last part was mumbled, but Draco gave him a sharp look.

"You're overly critical of yourself. Just let me pick out some clothes for you, okay? Try them on, and tell me what you think. We don't even have to buy them if you don't like them."

Harry sighed and nodded. Harry let Draco act as his personal stylist for the day. Harry changed into the clothes Draco had picked out for him, avoiding the mirror until all his clothes were on. When he finally looked, he was surprised. Harry was wearing a plain black tee shirt under an unbuttoned red and black flannel shirt. His pants were dark grey, and purposely ripped at the knees.

Harry grinned, and his back straightened in confidence. He did look quite masculine. Maybe even handsome. Harry peered out of the stall he was changing in, and Draco looked up. "Well? Let me see."

Harry stepped out with a shy smile. "Do you really think it fits?"

Draco's eyes lit with a strange kind of fire Harry couldn't describe. "Perfect. You look perfect."

Harry blushed and smiled. "Don't go falling in love with me now Draco."

Draco just smiled. "Come on, let's pick out a few more clothes and pay for them." If only Harry knew that Draco had been head over heels for him for a long time.

Harry walked out of the store with his new clothes on, including a large bag of similar clothes. Draco had even replaced Harry's old beat up tennis shoes with sleek black almost boots. But they were short. Harry wasn't quite sure what to call them, but his new clothes had him feeling more confident than he had in a while. Harry felt like he passed very well.

Draco loved seeing Harry like this. His back was straight and he was meeting peoples eyes. Harry's smiles came easily, and Draco's heart melted at the sight of them. Draco would do anything to see Harry like this all time.

"Now, if only we could get your hair to be a bit less unruly."

Harry laughed and pushed Draco lightly.

"Oh shut up, you twat."

During the school year, Harry had taken to wearing his new clothes whenever he had days off from class. This garnered the attention of quite a few girls, and boys. Harry was used to having peoples attention on him often, but not used to the increased flirting. It overwhelmed him at times, but his friends were always there to shoo the girls and boys away.

Everyone's renewed attention on Harry affected Draco more than he thought. Every time someone would flirt with Harry jealousy roared to life in him, but he kept it quiet. Harry was allowed to date and flirt with anyone he liked. Draco just wished it was him.

One day, as Draco relaxed by the lake with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Hermione nudged Draco. "You keep staring at Harry. Don't tell me you're falling under his spell too."

Draco puffed out his chest and turned his nose up and away from Hermione. "I've no idea what you're talking about."

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Come on Draco, you're absolutely smitten with him. I assume you have been for quite some time now."

Draco glanced at Harry and Ron, and saw that they were having a lively conversation about Quidditch. He sighed and leaned back.

"Yes, I suppose I do fancy him."

"Oh Draco." Hermione smiled. "Ask him out. Take him on a date to Hogsmeade. Harry would love it."

Draco nodded. "I think...no, I will." With that he straightened his back, confidence regained.

III

Draco took a deep breath before gently pulling Harry away from Ron and Hermione as they were walking back to their common rooms. It was late, and almost curfew. Hermione continued on with Ron, and gave Draco a quick thumbs up. Harry smiled at Draco.

"Alright, Draco?"

Draco nodded. Normally, he prided himself as one to not be easily affected by nerves, but tonight he was.

"Harry I...I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me. On a date."

Harry looked incredibly surprised, then broke into a huge grin. "I'd love to! Merlin's beard Draco, I was going to ask you!"

Draco burst out laughing and wrapped an arm around Harry. "Guess I beat you to it."

Harry got a mischievous look before kissing Draco. It was as if a spark exploded between them, and what was supposed to be a quick kiss turned into a long and heavy make out. It was everything Draco had ever hoped for. Years of pent up feelings for Harry exploded that moment, and hands were everywhere.

Surprisingly, Harry's hands had reached Draco's ass and squeezed. Draco let out a small gasp and Harry pulled away, a smirk on his face. "I think I won tonight."

Draco felt as if he could melt into a puddle at Harry's feet. He looked so smug and handsome and confident and Draco had fallen in love with him all over again.

Harry leaned close to Draco's ear. "See you tomorrow, Drake."

Harry bit Draco's ear before walking in the direction of his homeroom, leaving Draco a bright red, lovey, gooey, mess. How was he ever going to keep up with Harry? He wasn't even bothered that Harry had called him Drake, especially when it was whispered in his ear like that.

III

Harry and Draco's date had been spectacular. The two had joked around, and shared kisses, and stared at each other like love sick puppies, and kissed again. They did a whole lot of kissing, and neither cared if their fellow class mates saw. They had years of unrequited love to make up for. Hell, the two even fed each other sweets, although they both laughed about it afterwards, agreeing it was the cheesiest thing they had ever done and it was not to be repeated.

Harry and Draco simply reveled in holding hands. Draco lifted their entwined hands up and kissed Harry's.

"I wish I had asked you out last year. Even the year before that!"

Harry leaned up and kissed Draco's cheek. "It's alright, you'll just have to make up for it. Not with kissing!" Harry had said the last part in a rush as Draco had leaned closer to him.

"My lips are sore!"

Draco had laughed heartily about that, and Harry had joined in.

"You know Harry, I never thought in a million years I would have you, complaining about being kissed too much, by me!"

Harry grinned. "I could only dream."

The two had returned to Hogwarts in the best mood the both of them had been in all year.

That very next morning, Draco and Harry were on the cover of the newspaper, making out against a wall, under the headline:

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Shagging In Public?!

Harry and Draco had a good laugh over that.

"You know Harry, I'm beginning to think Rita Skeeter doesn't know the definition of shagging at all."

Harry had giggled and buried his face in Draco's shoulders. "Ew, I don't think anyone would shag her."

Draco chuckled and pressed a kiss to Harry's head, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders. It pleased him immensely to see Ron's ears always turn pink whenever Harry and Draco were intimate in front of him. Ron's reaction when he had found out Harry and Draco were dating had been one of resigned acceptance.

"Hermione had been telling me that you two would probably get together. And I don't care that you're gay Harry, that's been obvious for a while. Just...be careful."

Harry had been beyond relieved, even though Ron was his best friend, there was always the fear that he wouldn't be accepted. Many hugs had been received that day, and Ron acted as a big brother for Harry, warning Draco that if he hurt Harry, Ron would have his balls nailed to a wall. Draco had merely scoffed.

"As if I would ever hurt my boyfriend, come now Ron, you know me better than that." Ron seemed satisfied with that and nodded, but Hermione certainly had a few things to say.

"Now Harry, did you read my pamphlets about safe sex-"

Harry went red. "Yes, Hermione! You don't need to bring it up, you're not my mum!"

Hermione huffed. "I'm just looking out for you, and I doubt the Dursley's have bothered to give you a lecture on safe sex!"

Harry hid his face in Draco's shoulder, who chuckled and rubbed Harry's back.

"There there dear."

Harry and Draco didn't shag for months while they dated. They simply enjoyed each other's company, and acted as they always did. Except they kissed every chance they could get. Kisses were stolen in class and shared in empty broom closets. It was becoming a problem when the snogging would get intense. Draco would have to get rid of his "problem" in his pants before next class.

Harry, on the other hand, found it amusing that he could get Draco all flustered and aroused so easily. Plus, seeing Draco look at him with passion burning in his eyes kept him awake at night. Harry thought about what sex with Draco would be like. He wondered if Draco would get to what's in Harry's pants and call it off there. Harry wouldn't be surprised. He didn't exactly like what was down there either.

Harry had never done much with Draco, although sometimes Draco did grind against him while they were snogging. That was as far as it had ever got. Until they had a whole class period free to make out. Harry's hand had wandered towards the bulge in Draco's pants while they snogged. As soon as he rubbed his hand against it, Draco let out a small noise that made Harry flush bright red.

Harry pulled back from Draco and looked up at him, almost shyly. "Can I...?"

Draco nodded. "Oh Merlin yes."

Harry kissed Draco again and slowly slipped his hand into Draco pants. Soon Harry had graduated from using his hand to his mouth, Draco's hand tangled in Harry's hair as he let out the most pretty sounds, head against the abandoned classroom wall. Harry looked up at Draco, pupils blown with lust, and Draco came right there. Harry didn't pull away, and eventually Draco had to push his head away from his oversensitive cock.

Draco pulled Harry up for a kiss.

"Gross Draco, you're gonna taste your-"

"You're bloody brilliant Harry. God you're gorgeous." Harry let out a sound of surprise as he was pushed against the wall an Draco starting licking and sucking at Harry's neck, hands resting on Harry's hips.

"Harry would you mind if?"

Harry hesitated before shaking his head. "I don't, um...it's just-"

Draco kissed him and gave him a reassuring smile. "It's alright Harry, we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. And I suppose an empty classroom wouldn't be the most ideal place either."

Harry smiled and hugged him. "Thank you."

Draco kissed Harry's cheek and they spent the rest of their free class period holding each other.

Late into the night, Harry and Draco had agreed to meet each other in the Room of Requirement. They hadn't seen much of each other recently, they were too caught up with studying. The two missed one another fiercely. When Harry slipped into the Room of Requirement, he found Draco lounging on a bed, reading a book. The room was warm and cozy, a fire crackling in the hearth.

Harry smirked. "Oh, leave it to you to make the Room produce something lavish and fancy."

Draco rolled his eyes and put his book down. "It's just a bedroom Harry."

Harry flopped beside Draco on the bed, bouncing slightly. "Is this your way of finally confessing you're a cuddler?"

Draco leaned over Harry and nuzzled his cheek. "You've caught me red handed."

Harry smiled triumphantly and placed a chaste kiss on Draco. "I win."

"Oh no you don't! A Slytherin never admits defeat so easily!"

Harry watched Draco's expression turn into one of mischief before he was being snogged senseless. Harry got over the shock and quickly reciprocated the kiss, carding his fingers through Draco's hair. Harry didn't know how Draco always managed to do it, but it felt like his breath had been stolen. Or he actually needed to breathe. Yep, definitely the latter.

When Harry pulled back from Draco to catch his breath, he was met with a beautiful sight. His boyfriend was flushed, eyes lidded, straddling him and looking at Harry like he was the most glorious thing to exist. Harry's heart hammered, and he dragged his eyes lower to the bulge in Draco's pants. Did Draco expect them to go further tonight? Did Harry want that? He couldn't pretend like he hadn't fantasized about it many times, but it still made him nervous. He didn't know if Draco would be disgusted by what Harry was packing in his pants, if it would be a let down.

"Harry? Is everything alright?"

Harry pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked up at Draco, then bit his lip.

"Draco do you...do you still want to go further with me?"

Draco smiled warmly at Harry. "I thought that was obvious."

"But I don't quite have all the...right equipment."

Draco shook his head. "No Harry, I don't care what's in your pants. I just want to make you feel good."

Harry's face heated up and Draco leaned down to kiss his jaw. "I want to make you wet." Harry shivered, Draco's voice had dropped an octave.

"I want to make you moan." Draco licked Harry's jaw. "I want to taste your cum." Draco bit Harry's ear lobe. "I want to make you scream my name."

Harry was tired of hearing Draco simply talk about it and quickly reversed their positions so he was on top, then grinded on the bulge in Draco's pants, eliciting a sharp gasp.

"And who said I was the only one that was going to scream in pleasure?"

Draco's eyes widened and Harry captured his soft lips in a kiss, continuing to grind on him. Draco was moaning softly as Harry pushed down harder and harder, seeking friction as he soaked his boxers. Harry trailed his kisses to Draco's neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks for anyone to see. Draco held Harry's hips down as he bucked up, both boys were panting.

"Drake? Drake can you stop for a minute?"

Draco let out a low whine but stopped. "Is everything alright?"

Harry let out a breathy laugh. "Perfectly, Draco. I just want to try something. Can I take your pants off?"

Draco nodded and watched as Harry peeled his pants and boxers off. Harry admired Draco's cock, already leaking precum. Harry took a deep breath and looked up at Draco.

"Can you close your eyes for me?"

Draco closed his eyes with immediate trust, and Harry peeled off his own pants and boxers, which had a large wet stain on them. Harry slowly, ever so slowly, dragged the source of his wetness up Draco's cock. Draco let out a long, low groan, but kept his eyes shut and didn't say a word. Harry resumed grinding on Draco, both of their lower halves bare. Harry quickly picked up his pace, not containing any moans and spreading his juices on Draco.

Draco couldn't stop himself anymore and opened his eyes. Harry smirked at the debauched looking blond and pressed hard on him. Draco's head tilted back as he moaned, hips bucking.

"Fuck, Harry, you're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Shit you feel good!"

Harry felt momentary pride that he could reduce the eloquent Draco to moans and curses with his body, but the pride was cut short as he let out a yell, pleasure making his back arch. Draco came soon after, calling Harry's name, and Harry moved off of him, both extra sensitive. The two laid side by side, catching their breath and just staring at one another through lidded eyes.

Draco recovered first and gave Harry a gentle kiss. "You're amazing."

Harry smiled softly, exhaustion enveloping him, and tucked his face into Draco's neck. Draco wrapped and arm around him and traced light circles on his back.

"Do you feel good Harry?"

Harry yawned and nodded. "Spectacular Draco, no need to fuss."

Draco chuckled and pressed a kiss to Harry's head.

"Sleep tight, love."

Harry mumbled something, and all Draco could catch was 'Love', but it made him smile nonetheless. Draco was damn lucky to have his boyfriend, and would be sure to sneak to the kitchens in the morning and tell them to make Harry's breakfast. But for now, he drifted off to sleep, Harry resting comfortably in his arms, safe.

And the Hogwarts years are over! I hope you enjoyed, please leave a review!