Hi Everyone! Sorry it took so long to get the next chapter to you! My new Beta was sick. Thank goodness she's better now and was up to working on this today! So here you go!

******** ******** Chapter 31 ******** ********

The days after Draco's heartfelt confession passed in a blur.

Harry was determined to show Draco just how much his words had meant to him. Since Harry was forbidden to mention it, the brunette did this by cuddling him longer than usual in the mornings and holding the blond's hand whenever they walked the halls of the townhouse.

The puppy – who was found to be a girl – had a small patch of gray on her belly that was shaped like a crescent moon. Harry thought this to be another sign and named her Selene. She joined them for one short afternoon of play, but on that very same night, Arthur took her to Ireland where a squib he knew trained all sorts of dogs.

Now that the babies had names and the puppy was with her trainer, there wasn't much to do. So, during their days, the three students completed their holiday homework. Harry also witnessed Andromeda's animagus transformation and used the spell in Teddy's toy to add her picture and bird-call.

Finally, the day had come and Draco was helping Harry into his new dress robes. "Are you excited, Harry? I can't wait to see how the room is decorated and how many people there will be to celebrate with us."

"I am excited…" Harry smiled as his husband slapped his hands away from the mess he was making of his tie and took over the job. "I can't wait to dance with you again. I enjoyed that back on Halloween…Will you dance with me?"

Draco seemed a little flustered, but nodded as he turned to play distractedly with his hair. "I should've gotten a haircut yesterday when Mother suggested it."

Harry shook his head and tucked a stray piece of platinum hair behind Draco's ear. "I like it. Maybe your father or mother can help you tie it back. Dinki?"

The small creature popped in, looking very proud in her crisp white pillowcase, which was decorated with silver and green ribbon. "Master Harry be wanting Dinki?"

He smiled at her. "Yes. I'd like you to please ask Mistress Narcissa to come to our suite for a moment."

Dinki curtsied and popped back out. Five minutes later, a knock at the door had the brunette jumping up from his seat on the sofa to open it.

Draco got there first. "Mother!"

"What is it, Dragon?" She asked, looking them both over. "The guests are arriving as we speak."

"I need help with my hair, Mother. I'm growing it." He glanced at Harry. "And we thought maybe you could help me tie it back neatly."

The lovely woman smiled softly at her son. "Of course, darling! I'll get one of your father's hair ties… unless you'd rather have one of mine?"

"Do either of you have one that's silver or platinum to coordinate with my wedding ring?" Draco asked.

Narcissa smiled. "I know just the one but I hope your father isn't wearing it! Dinki?"

"Yes, Mistress Cissa?" Dinki popped in.

"Master Lucius has a silver hair tie with the Malfoy crest engraved on it. I'd like it, please. It should be in the trinket box on his dresser." She instructed. When the elf had popped back out to retrieve the item, Narcissa explained that she'd gotten it for her husband on their first wedding anniversary. "I'll order you one tomorrow and we'll call it a late Christmas gift."

The elf soon rejoined the group and handed over a lovely silver plate that was curved to wrap partially around the hair and had leather strips hanging from either side before popping back to her previous duties.

"Harry, hold this while I plait his hair and then I'll bind it with that," Narcissa said as she set to work. When she was done the braid, which was quite intricate, and it was also nearly invisible, Draco looked beautifully masculine – even with his hair tied back. The next step was wrapping the hair tie around the end of the braid. Harry was told to hold the end of the braid while Draco's mother placed the plate just above his fingers and whispered a spell. The leather strips magically wound around the braid and tied themselves off.

"Perfect!" Narcissa declared as Draco stood up.

Harry had to agree. He looked his husband over with a smile. "You look amazing, Dragon."

Draco thanked them and shrugged. "I guess I'll have to learn how to do this for myself."

"I'm sure it would be easier to do it on someone else's hair than your own, Draco," Harry glanced at his mother-in-law. "I'll learn to do it for you."

"Really?" The blond's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You'd do that for me?"

"Why do you sound so shocked?" Harry chuckled. "How many ways can I tell you 'I love you', you nutter?"

Draco marveled silently. He was suddenly curious to see just what Harry would do to answer that question.

"I'll teach you before you go back to Hogwarts, Harry. We still have a day or so," Narcissa grinned and walked to the door. She addressed her son as she opened it. "Lucius and I will see you both inside the formal dining room."

When the door shut, Harry took a moment to inspect the braid. It looked very involved and fancy but somehow it didn't have the feminine quality that he'd noticed when Hermione and other girls had this done to their hair. He kissed Draco's cheek and took his hand. "You'll need to keep your hair neat for so many reasons, Dray. I'll be happy to learn this for you."

Harry was right. When the babies were born, they'd grab and pull it if he left his hair loose. Also, Draco knew he couldn't have his hair messy and in his face while he was training for his Potions Mastery or it would get greasy like his godfather's hair. Draco grinned at the reminder. "Oh, and you'll be able to do Lyra's hair as well – when she has hair."

"That's right, love." Harry's eyes sparkled at the thought of having his daughter sit on his lap while he plaited her hair. "I hope neither of them are born with my messy hair!"

"I think it'll be okay if Lyra has your hair, Harry." Draco shook his head at Harry's comment. "You'll just have to brush it daily and braid it to keep it neat."

They looked at each other and Harry suddenly pictured a small girl with his green eyes and wavy mess of hair but Draco's coloring otherwise. The boy he saw in his mind would have Harry's coloring but Draco's features. Merlin! he thought, tenderly hugging his husband. I almost can't wait for them to be born!

"What are you thinking?" Draco asked softly.

Harry sighed happily, telling him of the picture in his head.

"That sounds lovely, Harry," the blond said before looking down at his growing belly. "I hope the rest of this pregnancy goes quickly. The summer heat won't be pleasant in this state."

"I'll just have to keep you cool somehow, love," Harry told Draco as a thought popped into his head. "Did I tell you I've written to that wizarding architectural firm? Our home is going to be finished by your birthday."

"Really? Where did you decide for them to build?" Draco was even more excited to hear this news.

"Well, you recall that I own number 12 Grimmauld Place and the house in Godric's Hollow, as well as an estate in the country," Harry said, drawing out the blond's anticipation.

"Yes, but you also had another, didn't you?" Draco asked. "One that wasn't as morbid as Grimmauld and not as destroyed as Godric's Hollow?"

"Yes, and it's also not as ancient and ruined as the castle in Derbyshire that was stripped bare by the Gaunt family before the deed finally ended up in my vault," Harry shook his head. "It's still hard to believe I was related, however distantly, to Voldemort."

"Don't think of it, Harry." Draco squeezed his husband's hand. "Just tell me where our home will be."

Harry tried to keep his face clear of emotion. He wanted this to be a surprise and he didn't want to ruin it by smiling too obviously. He shrugged his shoulders and casually uttered, "Oh, haven't I said it yet? It's the cottage in Kent."

Draco's heart sped up. "Kent? Isn't that where there was an ugly, broken down cottage on a large but breathtaking plot of land near Leeds Castle?"

"Yes. I decided to have the unlivable remains of the house torn down so we could build the amazing home you and the architect came up with," Harry nodded thoughtfully, allowing his lips to begin to curve.

Draco's lips twitched. "I'm glad you chose that one, Harry."

"Are you?" Harry asked, beaming.

"It was my favorite piece of land and we won't have to tear down something historical to live there," Draco kissed Harry's cheek. "Grimmauld can be cosmetically and psychically redone on the inside without disturbing the Muggle area that surrounds it. Your parent's home should stand as a reminder of the horrific war with Voldemort. The castle is a ruin but has significance in the Muggle world, so it wouldn't be appropriate to put our home in any of those places. But the cottage…"

Harry waited for his husband to find the words.

"The cottage is someplace neither of us has ever lived or had any kind of experiences before," the blond sighed happily. "It's a new start for both of us."

"I hoped you'd say something like that." Harry cupped the blond's face and bent to touch their lips together.

As they parted, Dinki popped into their presence and curtsied. "Mistress Cissa be sending Dinki to tell her Masters that the guests have all arrived."

"Thanks, Dinki." Harry nodded her way and took his husband's hand. "Shall we?"

Draco was fairly glowing as he nodded and allowed his hand to be tucked into Harry's elbow.

It took no time at all for Harry and Draco to get from their suite to the formal dining room. When they arrived, the doors swung wide with a royal fanfare that neither one of them had been expecting. As soon as they stepped inside the room, which was quite different from what it had looked like at Christmas, the doors closed softly behind them while certain guests made themselves known.

The Weasley family had their own table, excluding Ron and Hermione, because they seemed to be seated at the center table where two throne shaped chairs sat empty in the midst of several other close friends of the couple. Pansy, Blaise and Luna, Theo and Lavender, Neville and Seamus were all seated at the same table around the throne-like chairs, so Harry guessed that those ornate chairs were meant for him and Draco.

Glancing quickly around the room, Harry saw most of his friend's family members – the only exception being the elder Notts. Minister Shacklebolt was there with a few key members of his staff. Headmistress McGonagall was also in attendance, along with Madam Pomphrey and former-Professor Slughorn. Another face popped into Harry's vision and he made a note to bring Draco in that direction while they mingled later.

Dressed in his finest robes, Lucius stood silently. His wife, dressed in an elegantly flowing navy blue gown, motioned for Harry and Draco to join them where they stood.

"Thank you all for joining us tonight," Narcissa said after casting Sonorus. "We take this occasion to formally celebrate our son's marriage."

"On October thirty-first, my son and heir married Harry James Potter. With the announcement of the conception of their children, they became the Malfoy-Potters," Lucius announced. "We have called all of you here to help us wish them a long and happy life together." A wave of his hand started a live band playing softly. "Harry, would you please lead Draco in the first dance?"

"I've been looking forward to this," Harry whispered as Draco took the step into his arms.

Draco closed his eyes and followed along step by step. "Harry, who taught you to dance? How did you get so much better between Fourth Year and our wedding?"

Harry bit his lip. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that…"

"It was that Butterworth fellow; wasn't it?" Draco asked quietly without breaking a step. "I'd like to thank him one day."

Harry barely took notice of his in-laws joining them on the floor. "That's all? You don't care that he was before you?"

"No. He may be the person who taught you the activities, but I'm the one you chose to do them with," Draco whispered. "And I'm the one who gets to enjoy the fruits of his labor."

Harry chuckled. "How very Slytherin of you, love."

Draco winked at him just as the music came to a stop. Everyone applauded and as they all sat down, Harry led Draco over to the table where Headmistress McGonagall and the other staff from Hogwarts were seated. After greeting their teachers, Harry gestured toward the unfamiliar face that sat among them.

The man stood and smiled at his hosts, waiting for Harry to introduce him.

"Draco, I know you've not met in person yet, but this is your future mentor, Potions Master – first class – Aloysius Loveday." Harry grinned at the man. "I met him during the celebrations this summer."

Draco held out his right hand. "It's wonderful to finally meet you, Sir. I've thoroughly enjoyed the books you sent."

"I'm glad you enjoyed them," the older man said upon shaking it. "Harry has told me much about you, Mr. Malfoy-Potter."

Draco shivered delicately at the sound of his married name. "Please, call me Draco."

"And you may address me as Al in private and Sir during your training," Al smiled. "You know, Harry isn't the only one I've heard from about you. Severus spoke of you quite often, Draco. He was very proud of your skill in our field."

"Thank you…" Draco felt the burn of tears. "He was much more than a teacher to me, Al. Did you know that he was my godfather? He should be here for this."

"Hey, it's alright, love," Harry kissed Draco's hand and tapped the spot above his husband's heart before tapping the blond's temple. "He's in here…and here."

"I'm sorry, Al," Draco took a few deep breaths and suppressed the waterworks that seemed to be pushing for release. "The hormones from the pregnancy have been making me more prone to weepiness than I normally would be."

Al nodded understandingly. "It's quite alright. I shouldn't have brought it up. I hope I didn't ruin your mood."

"Not at all – really. It's nice to hear that he cared because he wasn't one to openly show emotion," Draco gave the other man a half smile.

"We should actually mingle a bit more…and maybe dance again later." Harry was proud of Draco's control, as he smiled at their guest. "We'll talk again, Al; I'm glad you could join the festivities."

"It's a pleasure being here, Harry." Aloysius shook each of their hands. "I look forward to our next meeting, Draco. I think we'll work well together."

"Just from your letters, I'm sure you're correct," Draco grinned as he followed Harry to their table. He looked at the piles of food and then around to their friends. Picking up a wine glass filled with applesauce and his spoon, he asked them, "Shall we?"

As he ate, Harry finally had time to notice the décor. The tables were clothed in white satin while the napkins were silver and gold. Green and red were seen in the details like the centerpieces, which were red roses and evergreen boughs. While dinner was underway, the music took on a lighter tone and, when Harry glanced over, he saw a woman playing a harp that was decorated with a floral garland made of Lilies, Narcissus and Zinnia.

"Draco…" Harry whispered as he subtly pointed her way.

"Yes, and look at the napkins, Harry," Draco smiled softly as he unfolded his silver cloth.

There, in green embroidery, was the constellation their son would be named for and it was flanked on either side by shimmering white gates. The same was on the gold napkins but with red embroidery.

Harry was speechless. "I hope you don't mind, but after dinner, I'm going to share my dancing skills with your mother."

Draco chuckled. "I suppose that would be alright, but I don't have to dance with Mother Weasel do I?"

"No, but if you don't stop calling her that, I will force it upon you," Harry glared playfully at the blond.

Draco bit his lip to keep from giggling. "Alright then, I swear to never say such a thing again!"

Harry nodded curtly. "Good."

The food dishes slowly disappeared from the tables, except for Draco's apple sauce, which seemed to get refilled quite often.

When the harpist started to pack her things, Harry squeezed his husband's hand before making his way to her side. He asked the woman to stay for just one more song and if she could play a nice soft tune. Then, he looked around and saw his mother-in-law speaking with the Minister's wife. He also noticed that Lucius was looking curiously at him but paid the older man no mind as he made his way to Narcissa's side.

"Hello Regina," Harry said, stepping up beside his mother-in-law. "Will you excuse us, please? I'd like to speak with Narcissa."

"Of course, Harry." She nodded regally and turned toward her husband.

"Would you do me the honor?" Harry asked when Draco's mother raised a brow in askance.

"A dance?" She gave him a surprised smile. "Why, Harry – I'd love to."

He grinned and nodded to the harpist as he led Narcissa to the floor. As their hands fell to the proper places, Harry whispered to her, "I cannot thank you enough. You have been more supportive of my relationship with Draco than I ever thought to hope for. The preparations for this must have taken such thought and careful planning…the flowers and napkins and harpist… I don't know what to say."

Narcissa smiled. "My dear boy, just say that you'll keep our Dragon safe and happy. That is thanks enough for me."

The brunette relaxed into the dance until he was tapped on the shoulder.

"May I cut in?" Lucius asked with a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Of course, Lucius," Harry nodded, placing Narcissa's hand in his father-in-law's. "I don't want to monopolize your wife all evening."

"You misunderstand…" Lucius handed Narcissa off to a justifiably shocked Draco. "Do you know how to follow a lead?"

"Uh – erm – yes, sir," Harry fumbled for words as Lucius took control of him and Draco moved to dance with his mother.

"How nice it is to know that you are not always the paragon of perfection you try to impersonate," the older man commented while directing the dance steps. "Draco has told us of the property in Kent. I know it hardly matters, but I approve of your choice."

"It does matter, and I'm glad you do," Harry murmured softly, feeling the eyes of every guest in the room on him.

"If you inform Shacklebolt of the house's location, the ministry will likely provide strong wards. In addition, I am certain that your floo will be connected before the house is even a finished structure," Lucius continued. "Be sure there is a proper border that is spelled to keep the dog close to the house. Draco and the children will be safer that way. My wife and I will be expecting you to stay with us for a week before you move into the new house." He abruptly stopped dancing and bowed ever so slightly to Harry before walking stiffly back to his table.

Draco hurried over to take his father's place. "What was that all about?"

Harry gave a dazed sort of laugh. "I think he just said he'd miss us when we left."

"My father doesn't say things like that," the blond shook his head dismissively. "You're mistaken, Harry."

"He didn't use those words, Draco," Harry chuckled as he described the concise businesslike way Lucius had phrased things.

Draco considered this. Yes, Harry might just be correct. When his father said he approved of the Kent locale, what he meant was that it seemed safe and secure for his son's new life. By mentioning to Harry that the ministry would ward it, he provided an extra measure of that security that Harry would likely have forgotten. The point about the floo was to be sure there was a line of communication and travel open at all times. The spelled border would not just protect Draco and their children, it would keep Harry and the dog safe as well. Finally, by reminding Harry about the first week of summer vacation, he was saying that he wanted one last week of his son's company before Draco truly started acting like a married man with children on the way. Draco wished he could give that to his father but he'd never be able to, because Draco no longer felt like a child. He felt like an adult and he had adult responsibilities to take care of.

After a few more minutes, Lucius and Narcissa made an announcement for everyone to find their spouse because the midnight countdown would begin in thirty seconds. Harry stared into Draco's silver eyes as their guests shouted the last ten seconds around them. As soon as he heard Ron shout 'one' from his position next to them, Harry's lips were tenderly pressing down on Draco's.

This year will be a lot different than last year, Harry promised himself silently as his lips moved from Draco's mouth to his cheek and then to his neck. This year will be filled with life, not death. It will be filled with love and safety instead of fear and danger…and this year will be filled with happiness rather than sadness and loss.

"H-Harry?" Draco whimpered softly. He was getting as embarrassed as he was aroused. "We're not alone yet, Love."

"We could be…" Harry growled playfully as he nipped at the blond's ear.

"Well, we're not. Please wait until we get to the suite?" Draco asked quietly, pushing Harry's chest gently.

Harry sighed and loosened his grip as they turned to see that nobody was really watching them. Everyone was shaking hands and hugging each other but nobody was looking at them. It was a baffling sight until all was explained when Blaise smirked in their direction and winked as he raised his wand.

Draco blushed and ducked his head as he felt a spell being lifted. "He must've seen you giving me improper attention and cast a notice-me-not charm for us."

"I'll have to thank him later," Harry whispered pulling the blond back into his arms. "Let's slip out, love. We'll see all of these people at King's Cross in a few days time."

"Alright," Draco's blush got deeper as he allowed Harry to scoop him up bridal-style. He waved discreetly to Blaise as Harry snuck out the door.

Harry didn't waste time. He kept Draco in his arms until they stood in the sitting area of their suite.

Draco, still aroused from their New Years kiss, was solidly focused on Harry.

The brunette looked his husband over carefully. He felt the leash of control he had around the blond as a tangible thing. "You're so beautiful…my Dragon…"

Draco closed his eyes, just breathing in the other man's dominance.

"Disrobe for me, love," Harry said, sitting in an armchair to watch.

Draco's eyes opened slowly as he unbuttoned his outer robe and laid it on the back of the sofa. Then, he kicked off his shoes and quickly loosened his tie. With a cocky smirk, he slipped it over his head before tossing it at his husband.

Harry grinned as he caught the silver silk tie and winked when Draco began unbuttoning his shirt. Harry smiled as Draco seemingly struggled with the shirt which caused him to flash a bit of skin toward his audience. The brunette glimpsed nipple and bellybutton a few times before clearing his throat to indicate that Draco had best stop teasing and get on with things.

When the blond heard his husband's irritation, he stiffened slightly but then resumed disrobing. Draco pulled the shirt off and removed his belt before undoing the buttons on his trousers.

Harry gasped. "You didn't wear underpants to the party? Draco…what a naughty boy you are!"

Under Harry's possessive gaze, Draco bit his lip and let the trousers fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Next, he knelt to remove his socks because Harry liked him completely nude. Once that was done, Draco looked up at his dominant husband, who was suddenly just as naked and standing over him. The blond whimpered at the sight.

"I've wanted you for hours, Dragon. I've been holding back my desire since this morning's shower," Harry said softly as he whispered the release spell for Draco's hair tie which fell gently to the floor. "I didn't want to ruin the celebration by being late so I held back. But now, I can have you for the rest of the night. And, I've been informed that breakfast is actually more of a brunch which means we can sleep in a bit longer than usual."

Still, Draco said nothing. He waited for Harry to make the first move, but kept his eyes on the growing cock that dangled in front of him.

"Looks like you want the same thing I do, love," Harry grinned. "Open up…"

Draco's lips parted as Harry ran his fingers through the blond strands of his hair. He used every part of his mouth to arouse his husband.

"I need you tonight, Dragon," Harry's grip tightened in the blond tresses. "I need to feel you under me and know that you're mine."

Draco's breath caught as he felt Harry tug at his hair.

"You'll do as I tell you…" Harry's voice had deepened with his lust.

It wasn't a request and Draco knew it.

"Stand up," Harry commanded.

Draco stood.

Harry kissed his husband thoroughly. He explored every inch of Draco's delectable mouth several times before breaking for air and turning the blond around. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's torso and ran his fingers over the planes of this stomach before cupping the man's pectorals.

A light touch to each of Draco's nipples had the blond moaning softly. "The wards, Harry! I didn't have time to lock and silence the room!"

"Good boy for remembering, love," Harry said as he pinched the blonds nipples harshly in punishment, drawing a hiss from the submissive blond, before calling their elf. "Dinki, please lock and silence the suite. There's no need to present yourself."

There was no answer but they both felt the spells settle around them.

"Hands and knees on the bed, Dragon," Harry whispered with a swat at Draco's rear end.

Draco took the position he'd been commanded to take and waited.

"I saw a sex toy catalog and transfigured a few toys out of some pages of old magazines I had lying around in my trunk. I hope you'll like them, but if you don't, I can always reverse the process," Harry informed him as he placed two clamp-like items on the bed in front of Draco. "They go on your nipples. It's not very painful, just a constant hard pinch."

"I-I'll try them…" Draco said cautiously. "If you want me to…"

Harry grinned and leaned down to lick each nipple before attaching the clamps.

"Feels…" Draco took a moment to gauge the oddly pleasant feeling on his overly sensitive nipples and nodded. "Oh, Harry… Salazar... so good!"

Harry's grin turned predatory as he held up a dragonhide ring and wrapped it around Draco's hard cock and balls. "This will keep you hard for me while I tease and please you. I'll only take it off when I'm ready for you to cum."

Draco nodded but whimpered at the promises Harry hadn't voiced.

Harry ran his hands lightly over Draco's spine before taking his wand from the nightstand and casting the spell that gently cleaned Draco's intimate areas. "I'm going to do something now that I've been fantasizing about for a few weeks," Harry whispered. "I'm going to taste you. I've had your cock quite often but tonight I'll be feasting on your hole. You'll feel my warm wet tongue inside you. I'll be fucking you with it before switching to pound you with my cock. We've joked about it a few times since we married, but tonight I really do want to hear you beg and plead before I allow your orgasm."

Draco wasn't as shocked as he thought he'd be. Harry's Dominant side was rearing its head and it wasn't as ugly as Draco had expected it to be. The blond felt himself swell within the cock-ring he'd been fitted with and drew a shaky breath, nervous that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

Harry placed his hand on Draco's stomach. "If you need for either of us to stop or even just pause, I want you to say the word 'babies'. I won't punish you."

Once again, Harry proves to be a mind reader. Draco closed his eyes and broke his silence. "How do you do this? How do you know what I'm thinking... feeling? I love that you do but... how?"

Harry stroked his platinum locks comfortingly. "I watch you, love. You don't even know you're doing it, but each breath and every move tells me how you are feeling. Because I love you, I watch and listen for the things that will tell me what you would never voice. I didn't mean to make you nervous before, but I heard the shakiness in your breathing after I told you I'd really make you beg. So, to calm your fears, I gave you the safe-word. That's what the porn people call it."

"If I were less aroused, I would ask how you know that but right this moment, I don't really care. I need you, Harry," Draco whined.

Harry savored the sound of those words and whispered, "I know, love…"

Draco felt Harry's hand as it was dragged from his belly to his buttocks. Quite suddenly, Harry's other hand joined the first and they pulled in opposite directions, spreading Draco wide…and then he felt it. Something, he knew that it was Harry's tongue, was pushing at the sensitive puckered skin hidden there. The tight ring loosened under Harry's insistence and Draco moaned at the intimate intrusion. The blond whimpered and whined as his husband continued his onslaught of pleasure.

"Mmmm, Dragon, you taste so good…" Harry grinned, coming up for air. "I'll have to do this more often."

Draco whined again as Harry pushed a finger into him.

"I'm going to prep you now, love. I'm going to find your sweet spot and pound it until you beg to come," the brunette whispered tantalizingly.

Draco moaned, knowing it probably wouldn't take long.

Harry dipped two fingers into the lube, pushed lightly at his submissive husband's opening, and began a slow in-out motion. Soon, he started to use a scissoring motion.

Draco didn't know how he was still upright. Harry was creating such bliss inside him that he should've come ages ago but was somehow restrained. He recalled the ring just as Harry found the tiny bunch of nerves that made up his prostate. His eyes flew open. "Oh-ooh! Harry, yes!"

Harry grinned and pushed in a third finger without warning, which caused Draco to cry out for more.

"Harder, Harry! Oh, Harry yes – harder!" Draco was on the verge of begging but he still held back.

Harry sensed it and placed the head of his cock at the blond's entrance. "Push back onto my cock, Dragon."

Moaning as he did so, Draco pushed and felt Harry's cock slip through his slick opening.

"Yes… Good! You're so good, Dragon!" Harry told him softly as he bent to wrap his arms around the writhing blond. "I want to hear you, love…talk to me…beg for your pleasure."

Draco couldn't hold back anymore. He begged and pleaded, "Harry! Oh, Harry – please? Please let me come? I need to come! I need it – need you!"

As the words fell from Draco's fevered lips, Harry slid smoothly in and out of his husband's tight hole. He took his time and enjoyed the sound of Draco coming apart until he heard it.

Draco was nearly sobbing now. "P-please let me, Harry! You f-feel amazing like this! So powerful – I'm so… Please, H-Harry!"

Harry reached around and released the nipple clamps as he pounded Draco's prostate. "Once more, lovely Dragon…Who do you need?"

Draco moans became desperate as he voiced his submission. "You, Harry! I need you!"

"Why?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.

"Love! Control!" One word sentences were all Draco could utter in his state of arousal. "You…power!"

"I love you too, Draco," Harry whispered as the cock-ring slipped off. "Come for me, Love."

Tears poured from both men's eyes as they rode the waves of their climaxes.

Draco panted exhaustedly, "That was…I can't think of a good enough word just now, Harry, but I consider that the best we've ever had."

"Mmmm…I agree," Harry said softly, after casting the cleansing spells. "Godric, I am so lucky, my know, I may have chosen you, but you could've said 'no' once. We could've ended up with others who wouldn't be as good to us as we are to each other."

Draco lifted his head to whisper, "I could've ended up with someone like McLaggen. I didn't want to miss the chance you offered me. You desired me and you wanted love which meant, to me, that you were the best chance I had of getting a pleasant life. It remained to be seen whether we could love one another, but I had hope and it all turned out rather well. Didn't it?"

"It did indeed, my darling Dragon." Harry's eyes were soft and misted as he held his beloved husband tightly to his side and drifted off to sleep.

Well, there we have it: The holidays are over and they'll be back at school very soon...next chapter in fact! Lol! I wonder what their other friends have come up with for their children!

Lori