Neville snuggled down against Ron, his head relaxing against the redhead’s shoulder.
 
“You alright, Ron?”

 Ron bent his head down to nuzzle at his boyfriend’s hair before answering.

 “I’m…fine. Startled…but not nearly as annoyed as I want to be.”

 Neville nodded, they were in the common room, waiting for Harry, Hermione, and Emily to return from talking to Dumbledore.

 “Why weren’t we there, Nev? It might not have gotten this bad if we’d been there.”

 Neville sighed, petting Ron’s arm where it was wrapped around him. “We weren’t there ‘cause Emily and the others didn’t tell us exactly what was going on. They’ll be fine, luv.”

 “Who’ll be fine?”

 Ron looked up. “We were discussing you guys actually, what’d he say?”

 Emily dropped down onto an overstuffed chair, pulling Hermione with her. The girls curled around each other protectively, petting, comforting. Harry and Draco stood behind them. Her hands still running through Hermione’s hair, Emily answered.

 “Dat we should’a gone ta him. An’ den he laughed an’ tol’ us dat a’ least we had thoug’t it through first. An’ dat we better come ta him if i’ happens again, but after da display we put on it prob’ly won’t.”

 “What about-“ Ron shifted his gaze, about to question Harry and Draco. “Hey, where’d they go?”

 Emily grinned. “’M sure dey’ll be fine.” She nuzzled slightly into Hermione’s hair.
 

 Draco had pulled Harry out of the common room almost as soon as they had entered it, pushing Harry up towards his dorm room. Harry chuckled slightly.

 “Draco…”

 “Shut up,” Draco leaned over to kiss him quickly. “You know…”

 “Want you.”

 Draco grinned, “precisely.” He shut the door behind them as they entered the room, locking it and letting himself melting against his lover’s chest. Tilting his head up for a kiss, which he…didn’t get.

 “Harry?” he asked finally, puzzled.

 “Draco…” Harry started, Draco could feel his heart begin to beat faster, so he replied, curious.

 “Yeah?”

 “I love you.”

 Draco let go of Harry, and sat down on the bed with a resounding ‘thump’ of the bedsprings. Harry winced.

 “Shit.”

 “You weren’t supposed to say that,” Draco murmured. “I told you…I…it feels…”

 “It feels right,” Harry interrupted quickly, moving minutely closer to Draco.

 “It feels strange…” Draco replied. “Real.”

 Harry could feel his stomach dropping, and he *knew* it showed in his face. Draco shook his head. “I’m sorry. I suppose…I suppose it is real but…God damnit Harry. That’s a scary word.”

 “You said it last night.”

 “Night’s different than day. I meant it last night to. I…fuck…I still do. But…I can’t…”

 “I can,” Harry say himself down cross-legged next to Draco. “You don’t have to…I…”

 “FUCK. Harry, yes I do have to…you deserve it…you…I was utterly shitty and now…”

 Harry shook his head. “I don’t care. I don’t mind whatever. I love you.” They sat, silent for a while, till Draco snorted.

 “Well if that wasn’t as embarrassing as all fuck…”

 Harry started giggling, and Draco looked at him askance, “what?”

 Harry gasped, “well, it could have been worse.”

 Another snorts, “Right. How?”

 “We could have been seen.”

 “True.”

 “Or we could have been taped.”

 “True.”

 “Or we could have been caught in the middle of the hallway, half naked with fish tied to our dicks…. Herrings even, or salmon and then Ms. Norris…” Harry’s face was entirely deadpan throughout all of this and Draco started to snicker, and laugh till he was on his side gasping for breath while Harry breathed out. “Or we both could have been bouncing ferrets. Boing boing boing…”

 “No, Harry,” Draco gasped. “We would have been bouncing, fucking ferrets.”

 “Ahhhh, not nice!” Harry gasped, swatting at his pale haired boyfriend. “Cute little fuzzy animals don’t *fuck*.”

 “How else do you expect them to reproduce?”

 “They can…*something else*!”

 “Nah,” before Harry knew he had moved Draco was crouching over him on all fours. “Fucking’s fun.”

 “Draco…” but Harry was smiling, heating up. Draco moved back, sprawling himself out on his lover’s bed, stroking his own stomach so his shirt rucked up, uncovering
pale skin.

 “C’mon lover…”

 Harry smiled; Draco looked like a snow fairy, resting against the blood red of the Gryffindor colored sheets. He had slid his shirt up over his head and was in the process of reaching down one delicate hand to Harry. Shedding his own shirt, Harry accepted the invitation, blanketing his body on top of his smaller lover he gasped as Draco’s hips rolled up into his.

 “Said you wanted me, Harry,” Draco murmured, shuddering into the touch and his lover’s tender fingers stroked his sides. What should have ticked sent small shocks of pleasure to his groin.

 “I do,” Harry bent to kiss the other boy, sealing his full lips over Draco’s rosy soft ones, drinking in the whimpers his touch produced as he skimmed his hands over Draco’s chest, teasing already hard, aching nipples. He gasped as Draco ripped his mouth away and attached it to Harry’s neck, nibbling and sucking hard at the sensitive skin. Arching back, Harry collapsed onto his lover shuddering as Draco’s mouth moved to tease at his earlobe.

 “Need you, Harry,” inflammatory words whispered in a gust of hot air across his ear. Harry tensed, and moved, his hands pinning Draco’s above the boy’s pale head, he grinned as Draco gasped and ground his arousal into the thigh that had insinuated itself between his legs.

 “Keep them there,” Harry whispered letting go of Draco’s hands to undo the other boy’s pants and slip them off, tossing them over the side of the bed and following them quickly with his own. Keeping his hips well away from Draco’s he bent to kiss him again, snarling slightly when Draco moved his hands to thread them through Harry’s hair.

 “I said keep them there!”

 Draco arched; rubbing himself against Harry as the words sent fiery sensation roiling through his body to settle in his already throbbing cock. He gasped as Harry pinned his hands again hard, before settling down his body and licking a wet trail down Draco’s chest, latching on to one dusky nipple and suckling it desperately into his hungry mouth. Releasing the nipple Harry continued downward, tracing the contour of muscle and skin. He stalled at one sharp hip, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave a vivid red mark on his lover’s near white skin. Draco cried out as Harry’s teeth dug into his skin, arching into the contact.

 “Harry, please!”

 Harry sat back, trying to ignore Draco’s whimpers as the cold air washed over him and reached for the container in his bedside table. Dipping his fingers in he scooted closer to Draco, nudging the boy’s legs apart with his own. Draco sighed as contact was reestablished, letting his lover move his body as he would, he mewed as Harry’s fingers brushed against his puckered entrance.

 “Harry…”

 Harry bent over Draco as he eased one finger into the boy’s tight entrance. He nibbled as the petal soft lips and the opened before them a sweet pink tongue coaxing his own inside to make love to that hot mouth, plundering his own in return. Harry moaned into the kiss as Draco rocked back against the finger inside him. Carefully he eased in the second, scissoring them apart as soon as Draco had relaxed. A third and Draco arched violently against him as he brushed his boyfriend’s prostate. He ached, the little noises Draco was making, needy and lustful were going straight to his own arousal.

 “Draco…?”

 Draco hummed, then whined slightly as the fingers were withdrawn from his body.

 “Yes, love, now,” he breathed, frowning as Harry tried to turn him over. “No, this way,” he lifted his hips in explanation.

 “Draco…I…”

 “Harry,” Draco looked perfect, wanting like that his head flung back, pale hair plastered to his forehead, body arched and waiting, legs spread, the long, slim cock
in-between them slick and glistening. Harry moved forward, nudging his own arousal towards that waiting heat, gasping when Draco pushed back the minute his head simply touched that outer ring of muscle. Grasping Draco’s hips in pushed in slowed, then suddenly quicker than he had expected as Draco thrust, nearly violently, back against him.

 “Oooh!”

 They stayed like that a minute, Draco’s legs wrapped tightly around Harry’s hips as Harry marveled in the slick heat that surrounded him. Slowly he pulled out then thrust back in, changing the angle slightly so he hit that bump that made Draco scream, and move hard back against him. The passage around his cock rippled and clenched as he thrust, Draco’s gasping cries a matching beat to their movement. Moving one of his hands from the bed he wrapped it tightly around Draco’s dripping cock, jerking him off in counterpoint to the his thrusts as the rhythm quickly threw him out of control and he pounded into the body beneath him.

 Draco for his part couldn’t keep his breath as he was filled over and over, moved quickly to a pinnacle by the callused hand stroking his most sensitive organ. Forgetting Harry’s growled orders he reached up and pulled his love down for a searing kiss, moaning into it as his climax shot out of him, coating him and Harry in sticky strands of cum. He gasped as Harry shoved into him once more before exploding inside him, filling him with warmth.

 They lay there for what could have been a century as they came down, relaxing into each other embrace. Draco sighed with the loss as Harry slipped out of him, but it turned happy as the Gryffindor’s arms closed tightly around him and they kissed gently.

 “Harry…” Draco murmured, sleepily, happily.

 “Hmm?”

“I love you.”

 WOOT!!!…Yes, I know the ending’s entirely cliched. But *gasp* guess what? I like cliched! It’s fun! And…oh my god I’ve finished something! Wow. But worry not, there’s a sequel well on the way.  And a few little side fics (Like Ron an’ Nev’s first time…gods, I can’t wait to write that) Hope ya liked it! (god, 'm so utterly high...I *love* finishing a fic!)
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