What's in a memory?

Chapter Seventeen

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The brownies were just as delicious as Harry remembered. He sighed happily into his treat. Once again, grateful for Molly's baking expertise.

At Molly's insistence, they ended up eating lunch there too. And Harry wasn't sure whether to be surprised or not, that Teddy's table manners were exemplary in company. Teddy had even asked for seconds, unashamedly. And Molly- being Molly- agreed wholeheartedly.

The whole interaction made Harry's chest swell. He was so pleased that Teddy could be granted all the little things as a child that he'd been denied. He glanced over to Draco who smiled tenderly at Harry (as if he knew exactly what Harry was thinking).

Ron, Hermione, and the kids were invited over because Molly just couldn't help herself. They floo-ed over half an hour later, whilst Molly was busying herself in the kitchen. Hermione arrived first. Whilst she was dusting herself off, Ron came barreling through. 

"Hey! You alright mate? You're looking better at least." Ron slapped him on the back in greeting.

"I'm fine, thanks." Harry rejoined. Once Hermione had set down her burdens, she ran over and wound her arms around him. 

"Harry." She said into his clavicle. "It's good to see you. You're looking so much better," she whispered. "How's it been?"

"erm, interesting," Harry replied. The past two days have been a whirlwind. He was about to elaborate but was quickly distracted.

" 'ncle Harry." chimed a little voice. Harry glanced around to see a young boy, around two years old, perched on Ron's hip, hand tightly clutching his father's t-shirt.

"Um...hello there." Harry suddenly wished Malfoy had put more memories into the Pensieve. He wished he knew more about Hugo and Rose right about now.

"Are you feeling well?" A bush of red curls asked to his right. "Mummy's been worried." Rose huffed as if that was a fact;One which annoyed her.

"Oh, I'm... I'm good." Harry stuttered only for a moment. 

As Rose wrestled her hair away from her face, Harry lost his breath. She looked so much like Hermione, aside from the vivid blue eye colour that bore into Harry's skin. Eyes that echoed years of friendship ever since his first ride on the Hogwarts Express.

His breath caught. It was as if she were the best of both of them and Harry's heart overflowed. 

He became aware of her rambling voice, that he'd tuned out in favour of his revelation. 

Rose had been talking about school, confidently regaling him of her timetable and her favourite subjects. Harry had to swallow a snort when she shared that History was truly fascinating. It was like looking into the past, as Hermione quoted Hogwarts: A History.

"I've been learning how to read." She beamed with pride.

"Wow." Harry chimed, unaware whether that was the appropriate reaction or not. But Rose began nodding as if she approved.

"I know. I'm one of the top readers in my class." She preened happily.

Harry felt at a loss for words. Looking into the eyes of his best mate, seeing the face of his best friend. And the combination of curls and colours that created their little girl.

"Rosy!" Draco called as he appeared next to Harry, and threw the young girl into the air. 

"Uncle Dray" she squealed with glee. She fell back into the cradle of his arms only to be launched up again. 

"How's the letters coming along?" Draco asked once they were both situated on their feet. 

"Really, really good." She gave another proud grin. "I love the new quill you and Uncle Harry sent me."

"I'd love to see some cursive, your uncle Harry's handwriting is simply awful" He drawled, sending him a look of mock disdain. She giggled in response.

"Daddy says, it looks like chicken scratchings." She nodded solemnly.

Harry turned to glare at Ron. 

"C'mon mate." Ron shrugged. "What did you want me to do? Lie to her?"

"Rude."

"Lying's Bad." Hugo chipped in, from his position on Ron's hip.

"Yes that's right, Hugo. We don't tell lies." Hermione agreed absently.

"Yes, Hugo!" Rosy trotted over. "We never, ever tell lies."

Harry briefly thought of the scar on his hand, resisting the urge to show it to Rosy. 

"That's right. We don't lie in our family." Ron smiled. 

Harry choked down a laugh. It's a good thing, they did not know what happened at Hogwarts, he thought privately.

Rosy would have a field day of lectures and questions if she were aware of the dangerous situations and very necessary lies they told almost on a daily basis at school. 

"Daddy and Harry are auROARas, Hugo. They catch the bad guys who tell lies, and lock them up FOREVER."  Rosy wound her wrists around one another as if in chains. 

Hugo looked suitably terrified and promptly stuck his thumb into his quivering mouth.

Harry felt it was a rather dramatic way of talking about the police work he and Ron got up to. Before remembering that as a senior auror, he would probably have been sent out on some extreme cases in the last few years. Harry had no clue what he and Ron actually got up to now, day-to-day.

Harry's reverie was broken as Molly entered with a tray of steaming mugs and a tin of biscuits. 

"Teddy's playing out back if you wanna join him." She sang cheerily, passing by Rose and Hugo.

"Want. To. " Rose corrected, pompously.

"Hmm?" Molly asked, handing out warm beverages to the adults.

"You said, wanNA. It's: want. to. " she informed sternly.

"Oh, of course. Want to." Molly reiterated, "Thank you, Rose." Not sounding too bothered by the impromptu pronunciation lesson.

Feeling her job was finished, she proudly smiled. "Anytime," then waltzed out of the room, with all the arrogance a five-year-old could exude.

"Haha, yeah she's been doing that recently. Gotta be careful with that one." Ron said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Harry returned the smile.

"Got. To." Draco smirked as if he found his joke awfully clever.

Ron groaned in response, running a hand down his face. "Not you too." 

Just then the ginger-haired boy,  released from Ron's grip, ran into Harry's thigh. 

"'Arry" Harry instinctively ran a hand through the boy's hair. It was thick, with small curls at the end. When Hugo looked up, his eyes were brown. Harry's heart melted a little looking into his cute pudgy face, freckles and all, dwarfed by huge liquid brown eyes. That looked so like Fred and George's. 

"Hello," Harry answered awkwardly, with a wave of his free hand. Hugo watched the hand intently as if waiting for something. 

Harry's magic crackled at the sight but he wasn't sure what was expected of him or why his body reacted this way under the boy's stare.

The boy pouted in response. 

"Oh, Uncle Harry, stop teasing him," Draco drawled in a slow manner, "You owe him your special bubbles, and you know it."

"Bub-bubbles?" Harry stuttered. Clearly, this was something of a tradition that his body seemed to remember, if not his mind.

But that helped little when standing in front of the expectant child.   

Draco sighed egregiously as if this was exhausting him somehow. "Go on Harry." He added with a hand flourish. 

Harry raised an eyebrow.

I wasn't prepared for this! what does he expect me to do?

Hugo's huge eyes were following Harry's every movement. And Harry's eyes were latched onto Draco's, seeking a hint.

Draco waved his hand from left to right slowly, indicating wandless magic. 

Oh.

Harry was unaware of the exact spell. But his magic was fizzling and tingling under his skin. 

Perhaps, he wouldn't need one.

His body seemed aware, even if his consciousness did not. 

I hope this works, Harry thought to himself.

Focusing on the feeling beneath his fingertips, he felt the heat from his core extending outwards. His nerves were all over the place- 

Please work, Harry whispered internally.

The crackling beneath his palm grew strong but with nowhere to go. 

Harry felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. 

His fingers twitched. 

He didn't know where to look, below him was Hugo and his big eyes, across from him Hermione was biting her lip and Ron was squinting, bracing himself for the outburst when this didn't work.

So helpful, Harry thought.

And next to him Molly grinning, in a sickening display of confidence that Harry himself didn't feel.

Merlin, How was he supposed to do this? No pressure then Harry, just produce bubbles wandlessly. Righto then!

To his left, stood his husband who -unlike everyone else - seemed calm. He fractionally nodded towards him. Harry zoned back in on the magic bubbling under his skin. Focused on his breathing. Thought of air, light, the laughter of children, of popping sounds, and round translucent orbs. Harry opened his eyes, to meet his husband's confident gaze.

"Inflare" Harry whispered pushing out the crackling magic.

And from the sensation brewing beneath his skin, Harry produced clouds of amazing, multicoloured, iridescent bubbles.

Just like that the tension in the room dissipated under Hugo's thrilled giggles.

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They settled down in front of Arthur's muggle television, which Hermione had helped set up, and watched a bright cartoon film in the main room. Hugo rested adorably against Harry's chest, thumb secured in the safety of his mouth as the animated movie played. Teddy and Rose curled up on the floor watching the show with avid interest. Harry too, as this was one released last December, so it was new to him, though he couldn't understand the appeal of a whole movie based on the premise of bees and stolen honey production, but it was captivating and amusing all the same.

Hermione was out in the shed explaining to Arthur the aero-dynamics of flying on muggle airlines.

Ron was snoozing on a reclining leather chair, loud snoring highlighting his exhaustion. He discussed briefly that he was spending every free minute he had tracking down the guy: Ramos Luthenborg-Williams and his associates, who had fallen off the grid since Harry's run-in with them a fortnight ago. Apparently, Robard had a team of aurors around the clock ensuring his capture, because Harry was that important, apparently.

Hugo's eyes were drifting shut from all the excitement and Harry tugged him closer, gently leaving his hand on his sleeping back. Tracking the smooth rise and fall of his breath, Harry felt completely at ease. With Teddy and Rose's, laughter at the quippy lines and the resting toddler on his chest. 

Draco sat nearby soaking up all the family time whilst completing something that Harry assumed was a very complicated version of Sudoku. 

It was a nice new normal. Different from the loud Burrow visits from before the war, and the quiet sadness post-war that threatened to suffocate all joy, like a starving dementor. 

It was different still from Harry's weekend visits to Andromeda, where he had played with a young Teddy and watched half a movie before his attention span determined another stimulating activity.

This was whole. 

Peaceful but not quiet. 

And not the solitude of one godfather playing with his only child, under Andromeda's beady gaze.

This was family, this was freedom at its finest.

Harry glanced over at Draco, who was seriously concentrating on the numbers before him. A cute furrow in his brow. Occasionally his tongue would brush over his soft lips, commanding Harry's eyes to follow its deft movement.

Harry was overwhelmed with the desire to feel those lips against his. 

And somehow, as if sensing Harry's inner thoughts Draco looked up and met, and then held his gaze. 

"Staring at anything in particular, Harry?" His husband drawled teasingly.

"Nu-Nothing." Harry said stupidly. 

His husband hummed thoughtfully, his gaze softening slightly, before smirking.

Then slowly, agonizingly his tongue escaped again and licked his pink lips. 

Harry watched on dumbly as heat rushed into his groin whilst  Draco circled his hot tongue around his mouth, his eyes flickered up to Draco's who smiled wickedly in turn. 

"What?" Harry cursed Draco silently shrugging defensively, trying to surreptitiously shift his disturbingly hard cock into a more comfortable and discrete position without waking Hugo.

"Nothing." The blond waved his hand negligently before returning to his paper, with a huge grin plastered on his face.

What a complete teasing Bastard.

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The sexual tension was killing him.

This was how he was to die.  Harry now understood why he hadn't died in the forest that day. That would have been too quick, too merciful. 

Draco was torturing him, ever since the moment, he had caught him staring. 

Draco would place his quill in his mouth, nibbling the base, flicking the feather with his tongue, teasing it between his teeth always maintaining perfect eye contact with Harry.

He practically made love to the brownie he was eating, coating his lips in the chocolate sweetness then deliberately licking up the smeared excess.

He, even went as far as to lean across Harry at the dinner table engulfing him in his beautiful musky smell, to grab the bowl of peas. Then slowly drag his arm back against Harry's torso, as if it were unintentional. 

Unintentional his arse!

Harry knew better, Malfoy's good manners were utterly ingrained and would've dictated he ask for the bowl to be passed down, as opposed to pressing over another's personal space. Though Draco's etiquette seemed to have entirely fled as he deliberately brushed against Harry as he selected a baked potato, reached for the butter, and later the wine. Harry was being driven insane.

Harry watched breathlessly as Draco's delicate fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle, and poured into Harry's glass which sat, to Harry's far right. Then withdrew to his own glass as he served himself. 

Draco became more liberal as the evening wore on, he rested his hand on Harry's thigh under the table after the first glass. He moved that hand higher after the second. Harry eagerly poured him a third, scared-sick but helpless to the thrilling anticipation he felt building inside him at the thought of what would happen after Draco had consumed it...

But he didn't move his hand, he left it there for the desert, even as he polished off his wine. 

Harry was ready to combust in his seat as he watched Draco slowly lick ice cream off his spoon. Though Draco remained nonchalant, not even glancing his way, choosing instead to politely chat with the surrounding Weasleys; Harry was sure he was doing this purposefully to get a rise out of him. He gritted his teeth painfully, it was working. The man was sex on legs.

When Molly offered for the kids to sleepover Ron quickly accepted, sinking into his seat with relief. Glad he would have the night off from arguing over which book to read, and pajamas to wear. Hermione giggled and answered more eloquently thanking Molly and Arthur for the kind offer. Then all eyes turned to Harry and Draco. 

Harry's heart thumped loudly in his chest, he felt for a moment that everyone could hear it. But then Draco gave his thigh a squeeze which had Harry's eyes snapping to his. 

"What do you say, Harry?" Draco asked, seemingly unaffected. But his right hand resumed its earlier ministrations, rubbing up and down the seam of Harry's jeans.

Harry knew what he was actually asking.

The thinly veiled question.

If Teddy stayed here, they would go home, alone. 

And Draco was leaving the decision up to Harry. 

Did Harry want to go home, be alone, with Draco?

Harry thought about the day's relentless teasing, Draco's confident smirk, his erotic moans over his teacup. He looked at Draco's lips now, the same ones he had used to taunt him with all day. Harry wanted to kiss him. He knew that. He'd known that earlier lying pinned in bed, out on the quidditch pitch, on the sofa, but mostly now. He wanted to feel his lips brush against his. Then he thought about the hand, running up and down, ever closer to his crotch, and realised in a rush he wanted all of it. 

Draco squeezed his thigh again, to indicate that Harry had been quiet too long, and they were all waiting.

"Er, yes.. yes" Harry coughed, "As long as... I mean, If that's what you want?"

Draco smiled, shyly before turning to the head of the table.

"That would be lovely, thank you, Molly. That's so kind. So Arthur, how is the biz going?" He asked, drinking more as everyone else finished their dessert. Harry could no longer focus on the conversation as Draco ran his hand up and down his thigh, tantalisingly moving ever closer to his crotch. 

His hot palm and deft fingers skimming closer... closer. 

Harry's ice cream was left untouched, as he tried to stay still. Holding his hands on the table and fighting with his self-control to keep his hips still.

Suddenly he felt like a teenager, hiding from his family, sneaking around with his boyfriend. It was a strange sensation and made him want to giggle. He stifled it. Just.

No one seemed to notice anything strange.

Then Draco's hand finally settled, in a very compromising position.  His dick twitched pleasantly under Draco's ministrations. All the while, Draco continued to make pleasantries around the table, as they finished off the wine and desserts. Harry downed his in quick gulps, desperately trying to retain a normal disposition.

He felt suddenly hot, and tried desperately not to blush. Unsuccessfully.

"Are you alright, Harry? You're looking rather flushed." Hermione inquired.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Must be the wine." He lied.

"Are you sure, mate? You too warm?"

"Nah, I'm fine." Harry insisted.

"Do you need to lie down dear?" Molly asked.

Salazar things are just spiralling out of control.

Harry was grateful that the kids had headed off to the den by now. To save his mortifying embarassment. The present company was bad enough. 

"Seriously, I'm fine." He choked. His brain finally kicking into gear to grab Draco by the wrist, stopping his movements. 

"Why don't we step outside and cool down for a sec?" Ron asked already standing and moving forward.

"Yes go for a walk?" Hermione offered.

Salazar, he couldn't stand up right now, not like this!

Draco smirked into his water. 

Dick.

Speaking of which, his was finally calming down a bit. As if suddenly realising this probably wasn't the ideal environment to perk up. Thinking the dullest thoughts possible to reduce his problem he firmly grabbed hold of what felt like his rapidly diminishing sanity.

"Actually Ron, on second thoughts I think a walk is exactly what I need."  He said glaring at his husband. Draco smiled at him innocently. Harry stood up, wobbling only slighty despite the wine.  "Lead the way."

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When they returned, dinner had been cleared away and the dishes were scrubbing themselves. Molly was sitting by Teddy and Rose who were playing some kind of board game. Draco and Hermione were discussing some medical journal they were both interested in and arguing over the results of a clinical trial happening in the states on amnesia. 

Ron lead them into the main room, where they passed by Arthur cradling a sleeping Hugo in his arms. 

Ron laid a soft kiss on his boy's temple, who stirred slightly before settling with an exhale.

"Ready to go?" Ron asked as soon as he saw Mione.

"A little eager, are we?" Draco teased.

Then she winked. 

Winked. 

Hermione. 

Harry gawked.

"Oh come on, Harry. We haven't had a night without the kids in ages."

"You- You had them sleepover here the other day" Harry protested.

"That was to look after you." Hermione pointed out. Ron nodded. "This. Is for us."

She giggled as Ron whispered something in her ear. Harry blushed.

"Ew" Harry did not need to think about his best friends that way. 

Ron laughed. "Oh, I forgot what you were like single. Draco, mate, take him home will ya?"

"My pleasure." Harry watched Draco's slow, salacious grin spread across his face as he uncurled catlike from the floor. Harry was lost for words by the entire interaction. 

"Okay, we're off. Rosy-Precious, be good for Granny and Gramps. We'll see you in the morning." Hermione called out.

Then Ron, swept her in his arms, in fireman's lift and snogged her long and deep before they apparated on the spot. 

Gross.

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The energy, however, changed when they got back to Grimmauld. Harry stood awkwardly in the entrance hall. Unaware why he chose there to apparate to, when Draco grabbed hold of his arm to side-along.

It was dark. But that was quickly remedied by a lumos spell.

It was no easier under the bright lights.

This was not like some random one-night stand that Harry'd brought home.

This was different. 

This was Draco. Who lived here. 

This was his husband.

Was Harry overthinking this? He wasn't sure where to begin. Usually he'd be frantically kissing his beau by now... But this wasn't just some kiss. This was their first deliberate kiss. 

Well, for Harry at least. 

Better get this over with, before I lose my nerve. 

Harry leaned forward, closing his eyes. 

Smacking Draco's forehead en route to his target. 

"Ouch." Draco groaned then reprimanded, "Harry."

"Sorry." Harry uttered rubbing his own bruised forehead. "I just... I..."

Crap, why was he overthinking this?

Harry tried to lean in again, but Draco pulled away. 

"How about a drink? Firewhiskey? Wine? Vodka?" He scrunched his nose like the last one was a bad idea. 

"er, yeah. Whatever." Harry was feeling mortified and would drink anything to get past it.

It turned out they had a pretty extensive choice of alcohol stored in a beautiful bar hidden under a small revelio charm in the drawing room.

"Don't want Teddy to get the wrong idea and sneak something?" Harry joked.

"Deerheart, he's ten!" 

"Right. Right."

"It's precautionary. Plus, I think an open bar would invite more Gryffindorks than strictly necessary."

Harry should be offended for his friends. But right now he was feeling rather freaked. He took his firewhiskey with a shaky hand and drank quickly. It burned the back of his throat and warmed all the way down to his stomach.

Harry's heart was beating a little too fast. 

He poured himself another.

Draco watched him warily, but didn't say anything.

"S-Shall we take this upstairs?" Harry asked, pushing on with typical Gryffindor brashness.

Draco looked at him appraisingly. "whatever you want" he answered, smiling encouragingly. 

The walk upstairs was weird, and Harry had effectively finished his drink by the time they reached the top floor.

He had almost walked in to the completely-unnecessary walk in wardrobe which used to be his bedroom again. But Draco had steered him up the next flight of stairs, before he reached the door.

Harry kinda wished he'd just apparated.

It would have been easier; less of a build up.

Finally they sat together, on the firm mattress, banked by pillows, staring forward, sipping the dry remains of their drinks. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Draco offered, swirling the dark liquid in his glass in careless circles.

"No." 

"You're sure?" Draco turned to sit facing him. Harry tried to keep his profile controlled. He stared down at his empty glass. 

Harry summoned up all his Gryffindor courage. Trying to feel as brave as he had earlier. 

"I'm kinda freaking out because you've done this before." He blurted out. 

"Harry just because I've had more partners..." Draco started.

"No. I mean with me" Harry interrupted/explained, gesturing between them. 

At Draco's confused eyebrow, and rolling fingers indicating he should explain himself Harry blurted out desperately:

"You've done this. We've done this. I just don't... fuck." He snatched Draco's glass from him and downed it's contents.

Liquid courage.

Draco looked at him fondly. Speaking softly.

"Harry, Stop! Stop worrying... all that means is I have a..." he paused, A small smile playing on his lips "a cheat sheet."

"Yeah, like you need it and where's mine?" Harry snapped.

"Sorry. It's just. This is so fucked up. I just... I don't want to disappoint you. I'm not him, you know? What if I do something you don't like? I should know these things, Draco." Harry said, fiddling with the eygptian bedsheets, avoiding his husband's knowing gaze.

"Hmm..."  Draco paused considering.

"What?" Harry tightened, self-conscious under his husband's analytical gaze.

"You're concerned that I won't...enjoy myself?"

Harry blushed. Couldn't the guy have just said cum or something?

"Well, yeah. I mean... this is a pretty big deal." Then added, "You know for me."

Godric, he sounds like a cliche girl on prom night. He's not expecting fireworks or something, it's just....Monumental. 

"I see." Draco hummed, shifting closer so his knee touched Harry's.

"You know, The first time, with my husband. And what if I don't...? What if I fuck everything up?" Harry turned so they were facing each other properly, his face a brilliant red.

"Harry. Relax. Just breathe," Draco reached for him, stroking his arm soothingly up and down. 

"I am bloody breathing!"

Draco hummed like he didn't believe him.

Harry was about to inisist he was, when Draco stated "I love you Deerheart."

Just like that.

Not as terrifying as it was a week ago. But still.

Harry didn't know what to do with such blatant honesty. 

With such open affection. 

"I...I think I love you too." Harry whispered looking down at his hands.  wishing things were different.

That he were different. Older. More mature. 

The Harry Draco knew.

"This doesn't have to be a big thing."  Draco offered softly, stroking a hand down the side of Harry's face.

"Right, just another knotch on the belt." Harry's said, his voice bitterly dripping acid.

"Stop that." Draco bit out using his fingers under Harry's chin to tilt it so they made eye contact again "That's not what I meant and I think you know it. I meant that You don't have to worry. I've got this. I know what I'm doing"

"So what you just want me to lie back and think of England?" 

"Harry!" Draco growled.

Something clicked in Harry's brain.

"Sorry." He muttered

Harry closed his eyes, awaiting the coming reprimand, the lecture on how one should behave, the negative consequence from his outlandish behaviour. 

But it never came.

Instead Draco pulled Harry to standing and into his embrace. "I've got you." He breathed a whisper away "I know what's worrying you, stop panicking... this time and whenever you need it, I've got US" Harry instinctively leaned into Draco's embrace, his stability, breathing in his essence, his strength and finally relaxed.

"Do you trust me?'" Draco whispered sometime later as he toyed with Harry's shirt as if thinking about removing it.

Harry took a ragged breath. "Yes." He itched to touch Draco in turn. That silver button-down was starting to bug him. 

Draco leaned close, his fingers reached underneath Harry's shirt and slithered up the skin he found there, raking over his chest and abdomen. Sparks tingling wherever his fingers ghosted.

"Do you want me?" Draco rested his forehead against Harry's. The fire in his eyes bright. His lips inches away from where Harry desperately wanted them.

"I...um, yes." Harry mumbled. Gazing longingly at Draco's tempting lips.

"Do you trust me to bring you pleasure?" Draco asked, as he dragged his thumb over Harry's sensitive nipples.

"Gods Yes!" Harry yelled, helplessly bucking his hips forward. Draco smiled wickedly, allowing his hands to continue to wander over Harry's body.  

"Do you trust that I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable?" 

"Yes." Harry's confidence only grew as Draco wrapped a hand around Harry's waist. 

"Good, because I want you," Draco's low voice, sinfully deep and obviously aroused.

Then, finally, Draco's grey eyes were right in front of his, fingers sliding his glasses off, hands returning to pull him into a searing, mind-numbing kiss. Harry thought first kisses were meant to be awkward, untalented. But he supposed this wasn't really their first kiss. For all Harry knew they kissed like this everyday. 

Gods, Harry hoped they did.

This was everything. 

It was all encompassing: soft and delicate but harsh and desperate at the same time. It was sexy but loving. It was everything Harry'd dreamed a kiss would be.

It far surpassed Harry's expectations of watching their first date. 

Draco's hands continued to roam, dancing across Harry confidently finding all his weak spots, and studiously avoiding all his ticklish parts. Harry felt high off his touch. Swaying slightly on weak legs. 

Then Harry remembered that he was capable of returning the touch and used Draco to stabilise himself.

Harry made quick work of the shirt buttons, as his tongue slid into Draco's mouth. Godric this was amazing. Draco smelt so good and tasted even better. Harry couldn't believe he was allowed to touch him. 

When they parted for breath Harry began mouthing at Draco's neck, licking and sucking his way down. Multitasking with the last few pesky buttons.

Once Draco was freed. Harry whispered that he'd never wear a shirt again.

Draco chuckled lowly, "As if your clothes are any easier." It may have been a ploy to get Harry to stop.

He didn't need to be asked twice. 

With the space granted, Harry peeled off his t-shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. Draco pressed closer still, to attack, running bruising kisses onto Harry's exposed neck and chest. Holding him steady by his hips as he swayed under the onslaught.

Harry fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Before trying to shimy out of them, they seemed much tighter under Draco's intense stare.

Finally freed of the denim restraints, Harry began to work on Draco's belt. 

"Oh Harry," They met together in another searing kiss. This one, not as perfect. It was all teeth and lips, and desperate desire.

Imperfectly perfect. 

Harry became fustrated with the freaking buckle. He whined into Draco's lips who grinned in response..

Draco took over the reins, allowing Harry to sink deeper and Oh, oh, this is awesome. Harry felt cared for as Draco teased and nipped his lips. 

He was so freaking hot. 

Harry ran his hands up the expanse of Draco's scarred chest. 

The silver lines decorating his pale skin. Harry bent forward, as Draco dealt with his pesky garments. Harry infused his kisses with apologies, as he placed his lips over each one. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Harry whispered into the marred flesh. 

"Harry, I forgave you." Draco panted from above. "A long time ago." 

"You're so beautiful, Draco." 

"I know," he retorted smugly. "You've told me many times." The words laced with a sort of sadness. And Harry forced himself to laugh. 

"I imagine I have." Harry chuckled the weight away. Draco was magnificant. A sight to behold. And he was Harry's.

The ring flashed in the candlelit to prove it.

"Oh yes. I've drawn many, many praises from your mouth, Deerheart." Draco smirked, "Want to see if I can do it again?" 

Gods, this man was trying to kill him. 

The question seemed to be rhetorical because Draco then grabbbed hold of him and enveloped him in another mind-numbing kiss.

And their bare chests met, Harry moaned into the glorious warmth that surrounded him, Draco was only a couple of inches taller than him, but his presence was everywhere. 

Draco placed his thigh between Harry's legs which provided excellent friction to grind against. 

He moaned when Draco stepped away.

But then Draco's hand went down to his own waistband and Harry shut up. 

Draco's member was as perfect as the rest of him. Slightly crooked to the left and curving upwards. 

It was a little daunting, seeing Draco's perfect manhood, and trimmed blond curls. He was longer and slightly thinner than Harry. But comparison didn't matter right now. 

Nothing did. 

Because Draco was then on his knees, in all his naked glory,  accoi-ing one of the godforsaken pillows for comfort.

Harry's jaw dropped, his breathing fast and rough with need. Looking down at the adonis at his feet, smirking up at him.

"Ready Potter?" He drawled slowly as his fingers stroked and teased a path to his boxers. His tongue, teeth and lips licking, nipping and kissing a path behind them until Harry thought he might actually explode 

Merlin. 

Then Draco's hand was teasing upwards to the waistband of Harry's boxers. 

Gods, Yes.

Harry bucked forward. Desperate. Eager. Determined.

He felt a hand at his hips, pinning him to the wall.

"Patience, Potter." Draco drawled.

Patience, right... 

That was never one of Harry's strengths.

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