WARNING: Porn.

Year Eight, Summer.

Harry pulled at the hem of his robe for the one millionth time. It felt too tight, the fabric too expensive, and too showy. Merlin, Harry thought, I'm not even at the Malfoy Manor and I'm sweating like a pig. Harry could feel panic rising up his throat and turned away from the mirror, only to be met by the sight of Draco Malfoy pulling him into a hug.

"It's alright Harry, you look handsome as ever." Draco carded his fingers through Harry's hair, and the man relaxed. Draco's familiar scent and his strong arms always calmed him. Harry buried his face in Draco's neck.

"No matter how good I look they won't like me." Harry mumbled. Draco gave him a gentle squeeze.

"That's alright. You're my boyfriend, and I don't really care about their bigoted opinions. Even if they kick me out of the manor, I'll still have you, Harry. You're all I could ever need."

Harry looked up and pressed a sweet kiss to Draco's lips. "You know, under all that pure blood righteousness, you're really quite sweet."

Draco gave Harry a warm smile. "Just for you Harry." Draco let go of Harry and took his hand. "Now come, I'm eager to show my handsome boyfriend off to my parents."

III

Harry was feeling very confident. He had his boyfriend by his side, and that made him feel invincible. Until the couple reached the steps of Malfoy manor. Then the nerves crept back in. Harry shot a look to Draco, who squeezed his hand. "It'll be fine, love."

Harry nodded, and braced himself as Draco led him into the manor. "Mother? Father? We're here!"

Harry, unbeknownst to himself, took a step closer to Draco so their arms were touching, fingers still entwined. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy greeted them tersely, no hugs for their son, and not a hand shake for Harry. The pair was led to the dining room where dinner was set. The air was tense, and Harry felt a bead of sweat slide down his neck. Draco's parents hated him already.

Draco pulled a chair out for Harry and he sat, biting down the urge to tug at the neck of his robe again. Narcissa barely looked at Harry, which was better than the open disgust Lucius was sending towards Harry with his eyes alone.

"It was nice of you to bring a guest over, Draco." Narcissa's voice seemed high pitched even to Harry.

"Yes, it is customary for parents to meet their childs lover."

Narcissa's smile faded and she instead cut her food into tiny pieces. Lucius was staring daggers at Harry. The four members of the table ate in silence until Narcissa tried at polite conversation again.

"Well Harry, you look very much like a man for not being one."

Lucius snorted into his wine. "Barely."

Harry's breath cut off. He suddenly really, really, didn't want to be there. His hands curled into fists under the table and he steadfastly continued to look at his untouched food.

"Actually, mother, Harry is a boy." Draco barely contained the venom in his voice. "And much more of a man than you will ever be, father."

With Draco's last remark Lucius stood up so quickly his chair fell back. Harry cringed away. He had to leave, he had to leave now, he knew what it meant when someone got angry, it meant pain.

"Get out of my house! I will not tolerate a tranny and a faggot in my home! You are not to return until you break it off with Harriette!"

Draco stood up, taking Harry's hand and gently guiding him up. "Works fine for me. Lovely seeing you, mother."

Draco swiftly left the room with Harry in tow, who was shaking. Draco stopped once they were out of the manor, and hugged Harry.

"I'm so sorry love, I didn't expect him to react that way, it's okay. I would never let him or anyone hurt you. It's okay." Draco and Harry gently swayed together, Draco petting Harry's hair and kissing his head until the man calmed down.

"Can we go home now, please?" Harry said quietly, and the two apparated home to their shared apartment.

Harry had calmed down, but he still seemed stressed. If Draco had learned anything from dating Harry, it was that there was one sure fire way to get Harry to relax. Draco licked his lips and pulled Harry close, then began kissing Harry's neck, which was enough to make the other man melt.

"One good thing about these fancy robes?" Draco licked the shell of Harry's ear, voice becoming husky. "I get to tear them off you."

Harry let out a shaky breath and pulled Draco's hips close. "So do it."

With that Draco let out a growl and lifted Harry up, carrying him to the room. Harry was already leaving mark on Draco's neck as he gently placed him on the bed. Draco ground his hips down on Harry, reveling in the marks already forming on his neck. Draco never ceased to be amazed by how quickly Harry could turn him on.

"I bet all you could think about at dinner was me." Harry said beside Draco's ear, and gasped a little when Draco rubbed against him again. "All you could think about was rubbing your dick on me, spreading my juices on it." Draco let out a moan. "Licking me until a came, tasting me."

Draco's speed picked up. "Fuck Harry you're so bloody hot."

Draco stopped grinding to pull Harry's robe off, revealing boxers with a dark stain at the crotch. Darco smirked. "Oh Harry, all wet and soaked for me."

Draco leaned down and licked a stripe up Harry's inner thigh, eliciting a whine from him. Draco licked and bit until Harry was begging to be sucked dry. Draco wasted no time yanking Harry's boxers down after that, getting straight to work. Harry was reduced to a moaning mess, hand clamped firmly on Draco's hair and grinding down on him. Whenever someone asked Draco what his favorite flavor was, he wished he could say it was Harry.

"Harder, harder!"

Draco had added two fingers, expertly fucking him.

"Fuck Drake- just like that!"

Draco had tugged his pants down and was stroking himself quickly. Harry let out the most delicious yell as he came, and Draco was soon after. Draco licked Harry clean, then kissed his way up Harry's body, avoiding the binder. Draco finally made it to Harry's relaxed face and kissed him. "Harry Potter, you are by far the sexiest man I have ever met."

Harry smiled and cupped Draco's cheek. "And will the Sexiest Man's boyfriend help him out of his binder."

"But of course! I am merely a servant to such a great man."

Harry giggled and turned on his side to Draco could unclasp his binder. Harry took it off and pulled on a baggy tee shirt and clean boxers.

"And will you also order take away and watch a movie with the Sexiest Man?"

Draco lifted harry up gently. "It would be my honor."

Draco carried Harry to the couch and sat with him, pulling a blanket around Harry. Harry groaned when he had to get out of Draco's lap so he could answer the door and get the food, but the whining quickly stopped once Harry started eating his egg roll with extreme vigor. Draco smiled softly to himself as he watched Harry.

Draco loved pampering Harry. He loved being called Dray. He loved worshiping Harry's body late at night, and hearing Harry moan out Drake. Draco loved the name reserved for he and Harry's more intimate moments. Draco loved that Harry was so comfortable around him, comfortable enough to go without his binder. Draco loved that on good days, he and Harry could soak in a warm bath together.

Draco loved Harry.

And Harry loved Draco.

They were enough for each other.

The End! Please leave a review if you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!