Fest Fic: Age Shall Not Weary Him, Nor The Years Condemn (Part 2) - Harry/Draco (NC-17)

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Neville found himself cornered by Pansy as soon as he arrived. She was wearing a scandalous red dress and looked spectacular. He wished she would find someone else to set her sights on, though; her forceful personality reminded him too much of his grandmother, and it frightened him. He sighed as she pressed a glass into his hand, her bright red lips curving into a smile. Oh well, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to have one drink with her. Then, perhaps, he could escape.



"Miss Granger."

Hermione turned to see Snape staring at her a little unsteadily. He had obviously been drinking for some time and her heart sank.

"Hello, Pro – Severus," she said, hoping he would pass out before he said anything too embarrassing.

"Miss Granger," Snape continued, his voice suddenly low and rather growly. "You are a very intelligent young woman." He pronounce the words carefully, as if they might elude him otherwise.

"Thank you," she said awkwardly. "Er, is there something wrong with your throat? You sound as though you're getting a cold."

"No," Snape replied, his voice abruptly normal again. "No, there is nothing wrong. Miss Granger, I wish to say something to you."

Oh fuck, Hermione thought. Then, she spied salvation.

"Harry!" she yelped, latching onto his arm and holding on tightly. "Where have you been? I've been wanting to catch you." Harry grinned knowingly down at her. She smiled apologetically at Snape. "You will excuse us, won't you? There's something very urgent I've just got to talk to Harry about."

As they moved away, she just caught Harry's whisper of,

"Nice try, Snape."

They made their way out of the drawing room and into the library, where Hermione reckoned Snape wouldn't find them for the moment.

"Thank you so much, Harry," she said, once he had closed the door behind them. "I was so afraid he was going to try to be intense and embarrass me."

Harry was grinning broadly.

"You mean you haven't fallen for his charms, yet, Hermione?" he asked in mock astonishment. "Not even his –" he dropped his voice into a hoarse croak – "super-sexy voice?"

"Don't!" Hermione moaned. "You wouldn't be laughing if it was you he kept trying to flirt with."

Harry shuddered.

"That is a point. No, I think I'd be trying to flee the country."

"He's started Flooing down from Hogwarts in the middle of the day to ask me academic questions," she went on in despair. "When I'm at work! I have the horrible suspicion that one of these days he's going to ask me to marry him."

Harry burst out laughing.

"Poor Hermione. Can't Percy defend your honour?"

She sighed.

"Percy doesn't know. He would make the most awful scene about it if he did, and probably want to challenge Snape to a duel."

"Now that's a side of Percy I haven't seen," Harry commented. "But come on, I think we can get back to the party now; Snape's probably unconscious by now."

They left the library, Hermione looking about her warily, and returned to the drawing room.



A short while later, a slightly concerned-looking Pansy found Harry.

"Have you seen Draco?" she asked.

"Not for a while," Harry replied. "Why?"

Pansy frowned.

"I think he's with Blaise, and I'm worried about him."

"Blaise Zabini?" Harry asked. "Is he here?"

"Harry, do you not know who is in your own house?" Pansy asked in exasperation. "Yes, Blaise Zabini is here; he arrived some time ago and I haven't seen Draco since they both disappeared."

"Oh," Harry said, feeling uneasy and not knowing what to say. "Well, they were friends, weren't they? At school, I mean."

Pansy looked at him for a moment.

"Harry," she said slowly. "Do you know that Draco has been seeing Blaise all term?"

"What?"

She sighed.

"I thought not. Blaise has been going up to see Draco since about half-way through September; they meet up practically every weekend." Harry was staring at her. "That's why Draco came back looking so perky," she went on. "Blaise has been flattering him like anything and you know how Draco thrives on attention."

"Well." Harry swallowed heavily. "I suppose it's Draco's decision, isn't it?"

"You are legally responsible for him, Harry," Pansy pointed out stonily. "Furthermore, I thought you cared for him."

"I do," Harry protested. "But he's going to really resent me if I start acting like his killjoy uncle."

"Look, Harry. Blaise Zabini is bad news, and, much as I would like to have the excuse to do him some serious harm, I do not want to see Draco get hurt by him."



At that moment, Draco was virtually incapable of coherent thought. Things had progressed rather faster than he had expected, but he was very happy with the results. Blaise moved up from his position between Draco's thighs and smiled silkily down at him.

"Feel good?" he asked.

Draco nodded breathlessly.

"Oh, yes," he managed.

"Let's try something else, then," Blaise suggested. "This will feel even better."

He reached for the lube and, coating his fingers, pushed Draco's legs further apart.

"Open wide for me," he purred, pushing slick fingers behind Draco's balls.

Draco tensed and tried to sit up; Blaise pushed him back down with a hand on his shoulder.

"No – Blaise," he began. "I said I didn't want to –"

"Don't worry about it," Blaise reassured him.

The questing fingers had found their mark and were attempting to breach Draco's body. He felt suddenly sick with panic.

"Blaise, stop!" he said. "Don't – please, don't!"

"Shush," Blaise crooned. "We don’t want to stop now, do we?"



Harry watched Pansy walk away from him, back towards an apprehensive Neville. He was feeling rather apprehensive himself, after what Pansy had told him about Zabini. And why hadn't Draco told him that they were meeting?

A sudden blinding wave of panic and distress assailed him, and he Apparated before he had time to think about it.

He found himself in Draco's bedroom, where two naked figures lay entwined on the bed. Blaise Zabini looked up at the intrusion and quickly scrambled off Draco, when he saw Harry. At the sight of Draco's frightened face, Harry saw red. His magic leapt to his unconscious thought and flung Zabini across the room to the opposite wall.

Torn between annihilating his enemy and comforting Draco, Harry glanced at the small huddled figure on the bed and chose the latter. He knelt on the mattress next to Draco and touched his shoulder gently.

"Are you all right?" he murmured.

Draco whimpered and clutched at Harry, pulling him closer. He didn't look physically hurt, but Harry couldn't be sure. He wrapped his arms around Draco and looked back at Zabini, who had pulled himself to his feet.

"If you want to remain in one piece," Harry growled at him, "don't ever come near Draco again. Understood?"

Zabini's eyes widened and he nodded frantically.

"Kreacher!" Harry snapped.

The elf appeared instantly and stared at the scene in front of him.

"This person," Harry said coldly, indicating Zabini, "has just attacked Draco. Remove him from the premises."

Kreacher turned towards Zabini, his expression fierce and wild at the thought that someone had tried to hurt his Master Draco. He advanced on the naked man slowly and menacingly. Zabini was frozen in place, watching him approach.

Suddenly, Kreacher hurled himself at Zabini's leg and sank his teeth into the flesh. Zabini only had time to utter a yelp of pain before they disappeared.

Harry heard Draco's sigh of relief and looked down at him, stroking his hair gently.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked, dreading the answer.

Draco buried his face in Harry's chest for a moment, before lifting his head slightly and looking up at Harry.

"No," he said. "We didn't –" He swallowed. "It just frightened me. He didn't want to stop when I asked him to."

Harry clenched his jaw and wished he had taken the opportunity to really hurt Zabini. Draco had started trembling and Harry began to pull away with the thought of looking for some warm clothes for him.

"Where are you going?" Draco said in a small voice. "You're not leaving me?"

"No, of course not," Harry reassured him. "But you're cold and I want to get you covered up."

He moved to the chest of drawers and found some pyjamas that looked warm. Draco seemed to feel the need of assistance, and Harry helped him dress in silence. When he was clothed and tucked under the covers, Draco sighed.

"Thank you, Harry. I shouldn't have been such a fool as to trust Blaise. Pansy did warn me about him."

"Don't worry about it now," Harry replied. "Would you like me to stay with you tonight?"

Draco nodded.

"If you don't mind," he whispered. "I don't want to be any more trouble."

Harry smiled and kicked off his shoes before climbing into the bed beside Draco.

"You're no trouble at all," he said. "It's all right."

Draco snuggled close and tugged Harry's arms around him.

"Thank you, Harry."



Pansy woke up the next morning feeling immensely satisfied. She basked in pleasure for several minutes, a wide smile on her face. Beside her, there was a groan, and Neville rolled over, clutching his head.

"Poor Neville," she murmured. "Is your hangover very bad?"

At the sound of her voice, he froze, and turned towards her slowly, an expression of horror on his face.

"What's wrong, darling?" she asked innocently.

Neville gaped at her in stupefaction for several minutes, before leaping out of the bed and fleeing from the room. Pansy sighed and settled back against the pillows. He would just have to learn to get used to her.



Snape raised his head from the arm of the sofa and scowled. His body felt as if it had been turned inside out, and his head felt fifty times worse. He would gladly have experienced a dose of full-strength Cruciatus, rather than anything as humiliatingly painful as a hangover.

He struggled to his feet and tried to remember what had happened last night. He had a niggling feeling that he might have done something he shouldn't. Either he had done something, or he had wanted to. He vaguely remembered deciding to declare himself to Hermione. He glanced around the room apprehensively. If he had made any unfortunate declarations, it might be better if he was not discovered in the house this morning. Snape Flooed hurriedly back to Hogwarts.



Harry woke to find Draco watching him pensively. When he noticed that Harry was awake, Draco smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Harry. For everything."

Harry yawned and stretched.

"You thanked me last night," he mumbled.

"Well, I'm thanking you again now," Draco said insistently. "I don't know what would have happened if – well, I do –"

"I told you not to think about it," Harry said firmly. "The main thing is that you're all right."

"How did you know?" Draco asked suddenly. "That I needed you, I mean."

"I felt it," Harry replied. Draco looked puzzled. "Through the bond. I could feel your distress, and it was so strong, I just Apparated straight away. I've felt tiny bits of emotion before but never as strong as that."

"Oh," Draco said. "I didn't realise the bond was that... deep."

"Does it bother you?" Harry asked tentatively.

Draco shook his head.

"Not if it's you," he said simply. "I trust you."

Harry couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across his face.

"By the way," Draco continued. "Will you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Not to tell anyone about what happened."

Harry stopped smiling abruptly.

"Draco, that bastard needs to get what's coming to him," he said.

"Please," Draco said quietly. "I just – I just want to forget the whole thing. It wasn't as if he hurt me."

"He might have done," Harry said darkly. Draco looked up at him pleadingly and Harry sighed. "All right. I promise."

"Thank you."

Draco moved back into Harry's arms and they lay there quietly for some time, enjoying each other's company. For Harry, at least, it was both a pleasure and a torment.



"I expect you to come and visit me this term," Draco said imperiously through the train window.

"I only didn't come last term because I thought you wouldn't want me bothering you," Harry protested, as the train began to move. He walked along the platform beside it. "It would be like having an older brother tagging along and cramping your style."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"You always were an idiot, Potter," he called, as the train pulled away. "Just make sure you come."



Mid-way through January:

Draco trudged slowly through the slushy snow in Hogsmeade towards a small café that had recently opened. Once inside, he blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the light, and smiled when he caught sight of Harry. He was sitting at a table in the corner and looking both nervous and expectant. Harry leapt to his feet as Draco approached and pulled out a chair for him.

"You finally managed to get here, then," Draco commented with a small smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes and visibly relaxed.

"As polite as ever, I see," he retorted. "What will you have?"

"A confession would be a start," Draco replied, a small smile on his lips.

Harry stared at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I read something very interesting in the Daily Prophet three days ago," Draco said, still smiling. "About a certain person having ended up in St Mungo's, having to re-grow certain body parts after being hexed."

Harry scowled in comprehension.

"He had it coming," he said. "And I kept my promise; no one else knows, although I think Pansy may have her suspicions. Anyway, those particular body parts will never grow bigger than about a third of their original size."

Draco's smile widened into a beam.

"Harry, you are my hero," he said happily. He leaned over and kissed Harry solidly on the lips. "Now," he went on, picking up his menu and ignoring Harry's stunned expression. "I want coffee and a huge slice of chocolate cake."



At the beginning of February:

"Harry!" Draco called. Harry turned around and waved to him.

"How is it you always arrive first?" Draco asked when he had reached Harry.

"Because I don't spend three hours primping in front of a mirror," Harry replied good-naturedly.

"I have never taken three hours to get ready," Draco said indignantly.

"No, more like three and a half," Harry corrected. "And, don't forget, I lived with you all last summer, so I know."

Draco linked arms with him and they turned to stroll along the path, heading away from Hogsmeade and out into the countryside.

"You wound me, Harry," Draco said plaintively. "You're not supposed to be rude to your spouse."

Harry was silent and Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as he swallowed and blinked several times.

"So, what's all this about Pansy being pregnant?" Draco said eventually, taking pity on Harry's discomfort.

"Oh, that." Harry was clearly relieved at the change of subject. "They had a drunken one-off on the night of the Boxing Day party, and she's just discovered that she got pregnant from it. Neville is horrified, but it seems he can't get away from her this time, so they are now officially engaged. To tell the truth, I think she got the idea from Ron and Lavender, but don't tell her I think that."

Draco hummed meditatively.

"So she's finally got her man."

"Under protest," Harry added.

Draco smiled slyly.

"Everyone seems to be getting married." He paused. "It'll be our turn next."

"Draco –" Harry began, sounding slightly winded.

"We already are, I know," Draco interrupted, with a winsome smile. "So that's all right. Oh, look, let's try that path over there."



At the end of February:

"And where were you around Valentine's Day?" Draco demanded in mock-anger. "Really, Harry, if I didn't know better, I would say you were neglecting me. I demand a kiss in compensation."

Harry frowned.

"Look, Draco," he said, an expression of determination on his face, "we really can't do this."

"Can't do what?" Draco asked.

"A relationship between us would be inappropriate," Harry said, regret evident in his voice. "You are sixteen years old –"

"And nearly nine months," Draco added.

"And I am twenty-six," Harry finished. "Much as I would love to have a relationship with you, I feel like a dirty old man whenever I think about it."

Draco laughed.

"Harry, twenty-six does not make you an old man, dirty or otherwise," he said firmly. "And if it makes you feel better, I am nearly an adult."

"Draco," Harry pleaded. "Don't make this any harder for me; it's difficult enough as it is."

Draco pushed him down onto a bench and sat next to him.

"I don't see why you're making this into a problem. I like you and you obviously like me –" He held up his hand as Harry was about to interrupt. "And I'm not suggesting we leap into anything heavy. I think it was made abundantly clear over Christmas that I am not ready for leaping into bed at the drop of a hat. But there's no reason why we can't be... a little more than friends, is there?"

Harry sighed deeply and gazed into Draco's eyes.

"Can we discuss this again when you're seventeen?" he asked.

"No, Harry, we will discuss this now. I am not going to suddenly acquire wisdom and acumen on my birthday; age is, after all, only a number."

Draco could see Harry was weakening, and he laced their fingers together and squeezed lightly.

"Well," Harry said eventually, trying to sound stern and failing, "you'll have to be content with what we've been doing so far; nothing more than dates until you're seventeen, at least."

"A few kisses would be nice," Draco said meekly, looking up at Harry through his eyelashes.

Harry laughed.

"I suppose the odd kiss would be acceptable."

Draco moved closer.

"May I have one now?" he asked.

Harry's eyes went to Draco's mouth and he licked his lips. Slowly, as if he thought Draco was made of glass, he lowered his head until their mouths met. There weren't quite fireworks, but it was a near thing, and Draco sighed when they parted.

"A few more of those and I'll be very happy," he murmured, smiling when Harry laughed.



When the brief Easter break arrived, Draco was amused to be able finally to see Pansy triumphant. Longbottom was still dreadfully uncomfortable, especially since he was now supposed to be nice to her. Privately, she confided to Draco that he was much happier and more relaxed now than when they had first got engaged, which made Draco wonder how many Calming Draughts had had to be forced down his throat before he had accepted his fate. Pansy also extolled the virtues of Longbottom's grandmother, with whom she got on wonderfully; as Harry commented, there was no escape for Longbottom now.

Everyone seemed to take Harry and Draco's relationship perfectly in their stride; even Narcissa beamed at the sight of their clasped hands and embraced Harry more tightly than usual.

However, a visit, the day before Draco was due to travel back to Hogwarts, from Weasley (Ronald) caused everything to become much more complicated.

Having played several vicious games of chess, Draco and Weasley had decided to call a halt to their play. Draco and Harry were snuggled together on the sofa and Weasley was sprawled in an armchair. For several minutes, he had been staring at Draco with a puzzled expression on his face. Finally, Draco snapped.

"What on earth is wrong, Weasley? Has my nose turned green or fallen off? Or have you suddenly discovered my incredible beauty and fallen madly in love? I must warn you, I am already very much spoken for."

Weasley rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I was just wondering why..." He trailed off, the frown returning to his face. "Harry, have you noticed anything odd about Malfoy's appearance?"

Draco turned a worried gaze on Harry and waited anxiously while his boyfriend examined his face.

"No," Harry said at last. "He looks exactly as he always does."

"Precisely!" Weasley exclaimed. "That's just what I mean. But he shouldn't!"

"Why not?" Draco asked, wondering uneasily if Weasley had played a prank on him.

"Because he's getting on for seventeen now, isn't he?" Weasley explained. "And it must be about nine months since he woke up. Don't you think it's odd that he doesn't look any older?"

Harry looked doubtful, and studied Draco's face again.

"You probably can't see it," Weasley went on, "because you see him regularly. But I've hardly seen him at all since last summer; a brief glimpse at the Boxing Day party and that was it. And I can say positively that there is no physical difference between Malfoy now and Malfoy nine months ago."

Draco clutched at Harry's hand.

"It's all right," Harry said quietly. "I'm sure there's a simple explanation behind it."

Weasley was looking excited now.

"Do you have any pictures of yourself, Malfoy, when you were younger?"

"My mother does," Draco said faintly. "Shall I –?"

"I'll call her," Harry said firmly.

He walked over to the Floo and spoke calmly to Narcissa for a few minutes. Shortly afterwards, she entered the room, bearing a large photograph album.

"All the photographs of Draco are in here," she said, handing it to Harry. "There was one taken at the beginning of the summer every year, and others taken at various gatherings."

"Excellent!" Ron said, moving to peer over Harry's shoulder.

He flipped through the album and stopped at the picture of Draco aged eleven. Slowly, he turned the pages and they watched Draco age in front of them. Eleven to twelve, then to thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

Finally, Ron stopped on the picture of Draco aged sixteen, taken shortly before he had disappeared.

"Now," he said. "Look at that, and look at him, and then tell me where the difference is."

Narcissa and Harry looked and eventually both shook their heads.

"There's no difference," Harry said quietly. "Draco is... not ageing."

Draco's eyes were wide.

"Why not?" he asked plaintively. "I thought the spell had been broken."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said comfortingly. "We'll tell Hermione and she'll work it all out."

"But I'm going back to Hogwarts tomorrow," Draco said desperately. "What if something happens to me?"

"If nothing has happened so far, I doubt it will happen in the next few months," Narcissa said calmly, patting Draco's hand.

It was Weasley who managed to lighten the mood.

"I'm sure lots of people would kill to be able to stay sixteen," he said. "If we could bottle whatever it is you've got, we'd make a fortune."



Draco wasn't sure whether to be pleased or not at the speed the rest of the year seemed to pass. On the one hand, he was looking forward to the holidays and a possible solution from Hermione; on the other, he was dreading what her diagnosis might be. Every time he thought about the date, the time before his own Judgement Day, as he thought of it, had diminished significantly. Fortunately, Harry was as supportive as Draco could ever wish for, and provided all the affection and distractions he wanted. His birthday passed by quietly, with a small intimate dinner in Hogsmeade with Harry. There was the promise of a larger celebration, when he got home. Even letters from Pansy became increasingly sporadic; evidently, Longbottom was softening towards her and their forthcoming marriage, and they were spending a lot of time together.



When Harry met the Hogwarts Express at King's Cross, he was wearing a tight expression, and the kiss he gave Draco was all too brief.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked nervously, wondering if Harry had suddenly got bored of him, or found someone else.

"Hermione owled me last night," Harry replied. "She's found the answer."

"And?" Draco prompted, when Harry didn't say any more.

"She'll be over this evening to tell us what it is," Harry replied. "Come on, let's go home."



They were both bags of nerves by the time Hermione arrived. She was looking pensive but not worried, and was altogether too calm to Draco's way of thinking. He sat down very close to Harry and accepted the arm around his shoulders gratefully.

"Well," Hermione said slowly, when she had sat down. "I'm not quite sure how to put this. I know why you are not ageing, Draco, and I know how to put it right."

"What do we do?" Draco asked, his whole body tense. "And it's not dangerous, is it?"

She smiled at him.

"No, it's not dangerous. Perhaps I should explain the whole thing from the beginning. The conundrum was that Draco has three current ages."

"Three?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Yes. He was born in 1980, so he could technically be seen as twenty-seven. Then, he has lived sixteen years plus an extra one since he was woken up, so he should be seventeen years old physically. However, his body is still sixteen years old; in other words, he has not aged since Snape cast the spell on him eleven years ago."

"Is it Snape's fault then?" Harry said grimly.

"No," Hermione replied. "If his spell had worked as originally intended, I doubt this would have happened. However, as we know, the spell underwent some mutations. The upshot of it is that part of the stasis spell is still active on Draco, and it is the part that controls his physical state. I think it was probably the way he was woken up – and you mustn't think this is your fault, Harry, because no one knew what the spell had mutated into – that caused this part of the stasis spell to remain. Had the spell ended in the way it should have done, everything would probably have been released at the time. That is the current situation."

"And the solution?" Draco asked.

To their surprise, Hermione went pink.

"Well, Harry," she said with a nervous laugh. "You remember when Draco had just arrived here and I told you to remember that he was only sixteen and take things slowly?"

Harry nodded.

"Now is the time to cancel that advice. I still believe it was the right thing to say at the time, but now... well, the only way to get the stasis spell to dissolve is to... consummate the bond. Once the bond is completely active, everything should straighten itself out. In a manner of speaking, that is."

Draco's eyes widened and Harry's mouth dropped open. Then, Draco smiled and turned to his boyfriend.

"Isn't there another way?" Harry asked, somewhat desperately. "Can't you find a counter-spell?"

Draco looked hurt.

"Don't you want to have sex with me, Harry?" he asked plaintively.

"This is the only sure way," Hermione said, "since the bond is the controlling factor. Stasis spells can be cancelled with ordinary magic, but this is not an ordinary case. I wouldn't advise risking a spell; it might make things ten times worse."

Harry was avoiding Draco's eyes.

"Harry," Hermione said gently. "Draco is seventeen now; he is legally an adult. I think he is old enough to decide whether he wants to have sex with his boyfriend."

She got up and moved to the fireplace.

"Don't take too long to sort things out, will you?" she said with a wry smile.

Harry risked a glance at Draco, and found a rather vulnerable look on his face.

"Do you really not want to?" Draco asked in a small voice.

Harry melted at the uncertainty.

"Oh, I do," he said, leaning forwards and pulling Draco to him. "I really want to."

Their lips met and slid together, and all doubts flew away. Only one thing remained to be said.

"Bedroom!"



In spite of his eagerness, Draco was feeling distinctly nervous as they moved to the bed, their outer garments hastily discarded. He sternly told himself to relax and breathe deeply, and then yelped as Harry took a nipple between his teeth and tugged gently.

"Oh, yes, Harry," he whispered. "Do that again."

Harry did, and then transferred his attentions to the other side. Within minutes, Draco was squirming and writhing in delight, his legs falling open in invitation. He barely noticed as Harry peeled their last remaining clothes off, although he noticed the effects, as skin came into contact with skin in some wonderfully sensitive areas.

Slowly, Harry worked his way down Draco's torso, worshipping him with a single-mindedness that was intoxicating. As he moved lower, Draco held his breath in anticipation. He wasn't disappointed. Harry nibbled delicately around the head of Draco's cock with his lips, and then opened his mouth and took it in all the way. Draco's spine arched up and he gasped out utterly unintelligible words, as his world focussed into that small area surrounded by Harry's wonderful mouth.

Just when Draco thought he couldn't take any more, Harry eased off and slid up his body so they were face to face. His lips were red and swollen and his face was flushed, but Draco had never seen him look so happy.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, biting his lip in a way that Draco found irresistible.

For a moment, he wondered why Harry was asking, and then he realised. His smile stretched across his face and he reached up to stroke Harry's cheek.

"Thank you for asking me, Harry," he whispered. "And yes, I'm quite ready."

"Are you sure?" Harry persisted. "I don't mind if you want to top."

Draco smiled even more and blushed slightly.

"It's sweet of you," he said, "but I think I'd rather you did it. I wouldn't have a clue what I was doing."

Harry grinned and kissed him quickly.

"You'll pick it up," he said.

He reached over to the bedside table and fumbled in the drawer for a moment, finally retrieving a small tube.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked. "Do you want to face me, or –?"

"Yes," Draco said immediately.

Harry smiled at him and gently eased his legs further apart. He coated his fingers with lube and reached down between Draco's thighs.

"You will tell me if you want to stop, won't you?" he asked quickly, before his fingers had made contact with Draco's skin.

Draco nodded and then released a shaky moan as Harry slid his fingers back and along, and began to massage Draco's hole. First one, and then two fingers gradually slipped inside, with barely any resistance. Draco felt himself opening easily for Harry, and threw himself wholeheartedly into the feeling. When Harry could easily slide three fingers into Draco's body, he pulled them free gently and asked in a shaky voice,

"Ready?"

Draco couldn't manage any words by this point, so he pulled Harry on top of him and locked his arms around Harry's shoulders. There was a blunt pressure and then he was opening for Harry again, this time opening wider and wider than he'd thought possible.

The brief glimpse Draco had had of Harry's cock had shown him that Harry was well-endowed, but there was barely any pain with the entry, only a slight discomfort and then a magical sense of fullness and connection. Then, Harry began to move, slowly at first, and the feelings got even better.

Draco closed his eyes and let his head fall back in ecstasy, as Harry managed to find and nudge his prostate on nearly every stroke. He knew he would never get enough of this, and if Harry thought Draco was going to give up these sensations in order to top, he could think again. Topping couldn't possibly feel as good as this, as feeling the rhythm of his body being persistently penetrated and knowing that it was Harry who was doing it, Harry who was making love to him.

Draco opened his eyes and found Harry gazing at him in wonder, sweat on his brow and his heart in his eyes.

"Harry," he gasped.

"That's right, Draco," Harry managed. "Come for me, love."

With that, Draco's body tensed and his arse contracted around Harry and he screamed. He vaguely heard Harry calling his name again and again like a prayer, but Draco was held prisoner by the ecstasy and the magic of his orgasm.

When he eventually returned to himself, Harry was still wrapped around him, his face buried in Draco's neck. Draco shifted slightly and Harry rolled them onto their sides, keeping a tight hold on him.

"I love you, Draco," he murmured.

Draco's heart swelled and his eyes filled with happy tears.

"I love you too."



They were still closely entwined when Draco awoke the following morning. Harry was awake and studying him.

"What is it?" Draco asked sleepily.

"You've changed," Harry replied softly. "You look... well, seventeen, I suppose."

Draco's eyes, which had closed again, shot open and he looked worried.

"I do look all right, don't I?" he asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"That's my vain Draco," Harry chuckled fondly. "You look perfect; more like you, if that makes sense."

Draco tried to pull away but Harry refused to let go.

"Harry," he protested, "I want to have a look at myself."

"You take ages once you're in front of a mirror," Harry said. "You can look later."

Draco relaxed into Harry's embrace again with a sigh.

"So the spell is completely broken now," he mused.

Harry hummed in agreement.

"And I'm an adult, and no longer a blushing virgin," Draco continued. "What challenge can I find to tackle next?"

He felt Harry tense slightly beside him.

"You know," Harry said stiffly, "now that you're seventeen and, well, now that the bond's stabilised, you could, you know, move out, if you wanted." Draco turned to stare at him. "Back to the Manor for a bit, perhaps, or..."

Harry trailed off, looking unhappy.

"Harry," Draco said sternly, "are you chucking me out?"

"No!" Harry cried. "No, I just... I just want you to know that it's entirely your decision now, where you live. You weren't very happy about coming to live here at first, and I want to be absolutely sure that you do what you want and don't feel pressurised."

"You are aware that things have changed, aren't you?" Draco asked in exasperation. "Merlin protect me from Gryffindors!"

"I just want you to be happy," Harry explained. "I know last night was spectacular, but I wanted to be sure you weren't just caught up in the moment. I don't want you to regret being with me."

As always, when Harry said something sweet, if somewhat exasperating, Draco felt warm and happy inside. He smiled.

"Harry, I am happy here. More than happy, in fact." He hesitated and then decided to go for it. "I've actually been looking into getting private tutors to finish my schooling, so I can stay here with you. Dumbledore was very helpful about it, and I know I can go to Uncle Severus for help whenever I need it. So, there should no doubt in your mind that I want to stay here."

Harry was gazing at him in adoration.

"You really are mine, then?"

"Of course," Draco replied softly. "What was it you said? When you finally told me what that wish of yours really was. To have and to hold, and something about needs?"

Harry laughed.

"Something like that."

"Well," Draco said, pulling Harry on top of him with a saucy smile and a wiggle. "I suggest you set about fulfilling those needs right now."

Unsurprisingly, and without needing any further encouragement, Harry did.

FIN

Comments

[purple-lights.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful! I love the emotions and the weird relationship between Pansy and Neville.

[fantasyfruitbat.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Pansy and Neville's relationship was rather strange to start with, but I think they both ended up fairly happy - rather like Harry and Draco!