Word Count: ~12800
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: explicit sex
Summary: Draco has family heritage to deal with and an obsession who is completely immune to his advances. He's about ready to try anything, even honesty.(Harry/Draco)
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"The look on Ron's face was priceless," Harry said, laughing as they wandered down the road to the nearest floo point; "I can't believe you convinced Hermione so fast."
They were both rather drunk and had left the others still partying in the club. Apparating was not recommended for drunk wizards so the floo point was their only way home. Being open to Muggles, the club itself didn't have one.
"I just told her the truth," Draco replied, linking his arm through Harry's. "Hermione is a bright girl; I didn't have to explain anything."
"Brightest witch of our generation," Harry agreed as they headed for the all night café that only magical folk could see.
They wandered in and Draco paid the witch behind the counter for two lots of floo powder, one of which he gave to Harry.
"Thanks," Harry said, looking at the tiny pouch rather thoughtfully. "It's been a fun evening," Harry began again after a while, "I haven't had that much fun in, well, ever."
"Me either," Draco replied and it wasn't just a line; his Veela part was a very happy magical creature at the moment and it was not just the alcohol that was giving him a buzz.
Harry leant forward and gave him what he assumed was a good night kiss.
"Aren't you going to invite me home so we can finish it properly?" Harry whispered in his ear as they pulled apart.
For a split second Draco was shocked beyond belief and then he decided that maybe under the insecurities Harry was a red blooded male after all.
"I didn't want to push," he said quietly, "but I would love you to come to the manor if you would like to."
"I would like to," Harry replied and blushed, which made Draco's Veela want to scoop Harry up and take him home to protect him from the entire world.
His inner Slytherin wanted to put the Veela down for its own good, but at the moment didn't have much say in the matter.
"I'll go through first," he said, wondering why his stomach had suddenly decided to do flipflops for no discernable reason he could fathom; "give me five minutes to set the floo so you can come through and then step in."
"See you there," Harry said with a wave as Draco stepped into the floo and spoke the name of his home.
The Malfoy floo connection was the best money could buy and could be set to receive only family members or people registered to it. As soon as he stepped out he set it to allow all visitors and then tried to stem the sudden attack of nerves he seemed to have developed. He was getting what he wanted, what he'd been dreaming about for months and yet his Slytherin cool seemed to be deserting him. He put it down to sexual tension and refused to look at it any closer.
When Harry all but fell out of his fireplace he caught him before he could head butt the marble floor.
"One day you are going to have to learn to floo gracefully," Draco said, more to cover his nerves than anything else as he stood Harry upright.
"You've been doing it since you were a child," Harry complained in a good natured tone, "I never had the chance. The day I don't fall on my arse when I come out of the floo system will be the day hell freezes over."
Draco added that to his mental list of things to teach Harry as he closed off the floo again.
"Welcome to Malfoy Manor," he said brightly once he was finished, "my suite's this way. Would you like something to drink?"
"Suite?" Harry asked as Draco led the way out of the reception room.
"The house is so big mother and I shut a lot of it up unless we have guests," Draco explained as they headed for the stairs. "We both have a suite of rooms we mostly live in, although we do use the dining room for meals. I have a bedroom, a bathroom, a lounge and a study that are purely for me."
"You could get my whole flat in the room we just left," Harry said, but he didn't seem to be complaining, more observing a fact.
"Ever considered a bigger place to live?" Draco asked, since the nervous pit in his stomach seemed less large when they were talking about trivialities.
"I suppose I could," Harry replied, "but I've never really thought about it; I don't need much space. I have enough trouble keeping what I have tidy."
"House elves, Harry, house elves," Draco said with a laugh.
"After Kreacher I think I'd rather not bother," Harry revealed as they climbed the stairs.
Number 12 Grimauld Place had been a base for the Light during the war, but it had been destroyed when Kreacher had somehow sent word to the Death Eaters and revealed its location. No one was completely sure how it had been done since Dumbledore as secret keeper was dead and it should not have been possible to reveal the location except for Harry who was the legal owner. Hermione's only theory on the subject had been to do with house elf magic interacting with the secret keeper spell, but there was no clear evidence as to what had happened since Kreacher had gone down with his ship as it were.
"Then a house keeper," Draco said reasonably, "it's not like you can't afford one."
Harry looked rather surprised by that idea.
"Y'know that never occurred to me," Harry said and Draco opened the door to his rooms and indicated Harry should go first.
Harry stopped just inside the door and simply stood there.
"Wow," seemed to be Harry's honest response.
Draco knew he had lived in the lap of luxury all his life, but he didn't think his lounge was that impressive. It only had two Chesterfield sofas, a couple of chairs and a few pieces of art in it.
"Harry," he said, not wanting to make a big thing of it, "you're blocking the doorway."
"What? Oh sorry," Harry said, moving straight away. "I don't think I've ever seen a living room so grand."
"My mother is a superb decorator," Draco said, removing his jacket and lying it over the back of one of the sofas. "Now, you never did tell me if you'd like a drink."
Harry walked around looking at everything and seemed completely oblivious to the question.
"Harry?" Draco prompted gently.
"Sorry," Harry apologised again; "um, no, I think I've had enough thanks. In fact, could I use your loo please?"
Draco grinned; he too was feeling the after effects of too much liquid.
"Through the study, into the bedroom and the bathroom is on your right," he directed.
With a quick thank you, Harry disappeared and Draco was pretty sure it was nerves getting the better of his companion as well. Being alone he had time to think and his nervousness kicked back in as well so he walked through to the bedroom to wait for his turn in the bathroom while trying to calm his thoughts.
"I'll only be a moment," he said when Harry reappeared; "make yourself comfortable."
He quickly closed the door to the bathroom and used the facilities before washing his hands and bending over the sink to try and collect himself. It really was ridiculous what he was feeling; it wasn't as if he was new at this. Before he had fixated on Harry he had had time to try out the male of the species, since his Veela heritage had made him rather sexually focussed for a while. Once he had picked Harry that had gone away, rather as if he had been trying out what was on offer until he found what he needed, but he had had more than one encounter before that.
Splashing water on his face he did his best to will away the erection that was making itself known at the thoughts going through his head and then he turned back to the door. What he did not expect to see when he walked back into his bedroom was Harry lying on his bed propped up on elbows.
"Well you did say make myself comfortable," Harry said with a grin that was so full of false bravado that it could have been stuck on.
Realising that Harry had to be about a hundred times more nervous than he was, he took a deep breath, pulled himself together and went and sat on the edge of the bed. Clearly that had not been what Harry was expecting.
"Harry," he said, trying to keep his voice completely calm, "we don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable with it. We have plenty of time and you don't have to rush into this because you think I want it. For the record, I do want it, but I can wait."
Harry looked at him and then slowly crawled over to him and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
"I'm that obvious?" he asked, clearly embarrassed.
"I can tell you're nervous," Draco said, not wanting Harry to feel any worse, "and that's understandable for someone who hasn't done anything like this before..."
"How did you..?" Harry started to ask and Draco just gave him a look.
"Harry, you are a veteran when it comes to evil wizards, but I didn't need to be sensitive to the subtleties of you body language to know you haven't done this before," he explained, hoping that he would not embarrass Harry further. "Have you even slept with a girl?"
Harry went a lovely shade of red and shook his head.
"Thought not," Draco said, "and that's not terrible, Harry, honestly; you've been busy, but this won't work if we're not honest with each other. Rushing in where angels fear to tread may be a Gryffindor thing to do, but in this case you don't have to. I don't mind."
For a while Harry stared at the floor seemingly thinking.
"No," Harry finally said and looked back at him, "I want to do this. I'm just ... that is ... I'm not really sure how."
Draco smiled at that; the trust Harry was giving him made him very happy.
"Well to start with there are a couple of spells that we can get out of the way," he said, enjoying the idea of teaching Harry the joys of sex. "Then, whatever we decide to do later we'll be ready for. They're hygiene and protection spells."
Harry just nodded and Draco pulled his wand from the wrist holster he was wearing. The spells were very simple and he cast them on both of them feeling the familiar sensation of being clean inside and out as well as the gentle sensation of the protection spells sinking into his skin. From the look on his face, Harry found the sensations very odd, but Harry being Harry did not complain.
"Is that it?" Harry asked as Draco stood up and put his wand on the bedside table.
"Yes," Draco replied, "I'd be happy to teach you both spells when we are not otherwise occupied."
Just the idea of what Harry was hiding under the truly hideous shirt and ill fitting jeans had him hard and there was no willing away this erection.
"Why don't we start with a little kissing?" he suggested and released the first few buttons on his shirt. "I know first hand how good you are at that."
Harry seemed to relax a little at that suggestion and although Draco had to make the first move it was not long before Harry was putting as much into it as he was. After he was almost skewered in the temple by Harry's glasses he pulled back.
"How much can you see without your glasses?" he asked, considering his next move.
"Enough," Harry replied seemingly on the same page as he was, so he smiled, took hold of the frames and threw the glasses onto the couch on the other side of the room.
That was much better.
When he found himself flat on his back with Harry leaning over him, hands wandering all over the place, he could only conclude that Harry had picked up some tips from when they had been dancing. As Harry's hand slipped under his shirt, he was very glad that Gryffindors could be trained.
For quite a while Draco let himself enjoy the kissing and the touching, but his erection soon began to make it known that it was being ignored, especially when Harry's hand almost touched it. It was time to step up the game a little and so Draco decided to take charge again. He pushed Harry onto his back and then began undoing clothes; he was very, very glad to move the hideous shirt out of the way.
"I really ... am ... going ... to ... have ... to ... teach ... you ... to ... dress," Draco said, as he kissed his way down Harry's chest, "but ... for ... now ... I'll ... stick ... to ... undressing."
Any protest Harry might have made was lost when Draco did not stop with the shirt and continued his releasing of buttons on Harry's jeans as well. Even the baggy clothes could not hide the fact that Harry was definitely interested in the proceedings. At least there was no problem with getting the clothes off since they didn't exactly fit and Harry didn't seem to mind when Draco urged him to lift his hips. Harry blushed beautifully when Draco took one look at the Gryffindor's underwear and lifted a questioning eyebrow. Boxers covered in little teddy bears hadn't been what he had expected to see.
"Hermione gave them to me for Christmas," was Harry's only excuse.
Draco just shook his head in despair; he was beginning to think he was going to have to incinerate Harry's entire wardrobe and just start again; couldn't have a new member of the Malfoy family walking around in such terrible clothes. Catching that thought he mentally back peddled; his Veela was getting ahead of the game.
With great relish he whipped the boxers off and threw them into the corner of the room, hopefully never to be found again by human hand; Harry could borrow some of his and the house elves would dispose of the offending garment. The boxers were quickly forgotten when his eyes alighted on the prize he had revealed. Harry was very much standing to attention and to Draco his lover looked to be just the perfect size. Of course he was biased since his Veela was all but crowing at him, but he didn't care.
"Oh, Harry," he said, licking his lips; "what have you been hiding?"
He let his eyes run all over the delightful body he had just revealed. The baggy clothes really didn't do Harry justice, because whatever mysterious job it was Harry did in the Ministry it definitely kept him in shape. The little voice at the back of his head that seemed to have turned into a mother hen when it came to Harry pointed out that his lover could do with eating a little more, but the muscles under the pale skin were definitely sculpted.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you," Draco said with a mischievous smile.
"Then tell me," Harry's voice was husky and uncertain, but by the way the Gryffindor's erection twitched, Draco got the message.
"Do I detect a kink, Mr Potter?" Draco asked, leaning over Harry and running a finger up Harry's leg, past his lover's groin and coming to rest in the centre of Harry's chest. "Would you like me to tell you every little thing I'm going to do?"
Harry just swallowed very hard as he looked the Gryffindor in the eye and then Harry nodded almost imperceptibly. Things were becoming more and more interesting, who knew how many other kinks Draco would find lurking behind Harry's innocent exterior.
"First of all I'm going to tease you," Draco said, quite happy to play up to what Harry wanted and letting one manicured nail wander over Harry's chest as he spoke. "I'm going to touch you slowly, just using my fingertips and nails to make pretty patterns on your lovely pale skin."
He started doing as he had said, watching carefully to see Harry's reaction to each glide of his fingers. The way Harry's breathing sped up every time Draco let his hand descend below Harry's navel made him do it several more times than he had at first intended.
"Look at that, Harry," Draco began again as he watched the effect his ministrations were having on Harry, "is that for me?"
He reached down and danced one finger over the now glistening head of Harry's erection, eliciting the most delightful noise from Harry.
"Spread you legs for me, Harry," he said, slowly running the same finger down the underside of Harry's engorged cock.
It pleased him no end when Harry did as he was told without hesitation.
"I want to hear you moan some more, Harry," Draco said as he ghosted his fingers over Harry's balls and onto the soft skin behind. "I'm going stoke you and squeeze you and make you moan really loudly. Then I'm going take your cock in my warm, moist mouth and suck slowly on the head, running my tongue up and down, just so."
He let his tongue dart onto his lips and saw Harry's eyes zero in instantly.
"I'm going to have you begging to come, Harry," he continued, starting his assault by cupping Harry's balls and ever so gently squeezing, "and then," he said, moving slowly down the bed as he gave Harry's cock a firm stroke, "I'm not going to let you."
Harry whimpered beautifully at that announcement so Draco set about doing just as he had promised. Everything about Harry was delightful to him and once he had Harry's cock in his mouth he almost pushed Harry too far because he didn't want to give up his wonderful treat. Some magical creatures were addicted to blood, Veela, it seemed, were addicted to something else and he had to force himself back before he took Harry all the way over the edge. It wouldn't do not to carry through on his proclamations.
He sat up, still stroking Harry gently to survey his handiwork, and he was pleased with what he saw. Harry was sprawled on the bed, one arm thrown up above his head and legs spread wide to give Draco access. Harry didn't look so innocent now.
"If I had a quill I think I would write 'Property of Draco Malfoy' right along here," he said, letting his thumb run from the head of Harry's cock to his lover's ball sac.
Harry muttered something then, but it wasn't exactly coherent and the only word Draco caught was 'bastard' which made him smile broadly.
"In a minute, Harry," Draco said, crawling up onto his hands and knees so he was leaning over his lover, "I'm going to go over there," he pointed to the chair next to the bed, "and I'm going to take the jar of lube out of the bedside cabinet. I'm going to make you watch as I slowly stretch myself until you're all but falling off the bed wanting to touch me. Then I'm going to push you down on the bed and ever so slowly lower myself onto you until you can barely stand the tight heat. After that Harry," he said, lowering himself so they were almost nose to nose, "I'm going to let you fuck me until I scream your name."
Harry's bright green eyes opened in shock at that and Draco could tell that Harry rather liked that idea.
"But first," he said, once again snatching the illusion of control from his lover, "I'm going to do something I know you'll like. On your hands and knees, lover."
For a moment Harry looked a little worried, but quickly seemed to get over it. The way he moved though, he was having a little trouble with sensible motor control that gave Draco a nice smug feeling at his accomplishment.
"Just relax," Draco said, moving up behind Harry and running fingers over his lover's arse, "you'll enjoy this."
He had no intention of describing what he was about to do because half the fun of this would be Harry's reaction. Stroking gently he spread the cheeks of Harry's arse and then he lent in. The first stroke of his tongue against that little puckered entrance caused Harry's arms to collapse, but Draco didn't really mind because it actually gave him a better angle.
"Draco," Harry panted out his name almost like a prayer and so he rewarded his lover by lavishing more attention on the same spot.
Harry didn't seem to know whether to moan, groan or say something, which resulted in the most interesting selection of sounds Draco had heard in a long while. He was more than happy to continue until he had Harry begging for mercy. It didn't take much time at all ultimately as Harry literally trembled under his touch.
"Please," Harry begged, trying to push back against him for the hundredth time.
"Please what, lover?" Draco asked, withdrawing his attentions completely.
"Please let me come," Harry said, his inhibitions clearly overwhelmed by arousal.
"Not quite yet," Draco said and swiped a finger over Harry's already sensitive entrance to make his point.
Harry groaned and rolled over when he was pushed so that he was lying on his side and Draco climbed off the bed very aware he was the centre of Harry's attention. His clothes were a little dishevelled, but he had yet to remove anything, so he sauntered over to the chair making sure to wiggle his arse as he went. He decided he might as well let the feminine side out a little since this was as close as he was going to get. Considering how tight his trousers were he was feeling very male at the moment, but that didn't stop him wanting to put on a show.
Almost as if he could still hear the music from the club in his head he began to strip, moving slowly but deliberately to a regular beat and making sure he had Harry's complete attention all along the way. Harry didn't seem to know what to do with himself. As he stripped off his last garment, he opened the drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out the bottle of lube he had purchased several months ago. Then he smiled coyly at Harry and sat down on the chair beside the cabinet.
Spreading his legs, he lifted one and placed it carefully over the stuffed part of the arm of the chair. He wanted to show Harry everything he was doing to let Harry know that this was for him. He was for Harry now and it was important for Harry to understand. In this moment he wanted to give everything he had to his lover and he slowly dripped the scented lube onto his fingers.
He watched Harry watching him as he moved his fingers down, feeling backwards until he found his entrance and slowly pushed one digit in. It was not a new sensation to him, but it had been several months, from October all the way to February since he had pursued anyone else or done this to himself and it took a second to adjust. He relaxed quickly, but even though he was determined to put on a show, now that he was actually touching himself, he felt the need to connect with Harry properly growing. He stretched himself as quickly as he dared making sure that Harry was watching every move.
One finger soon became two and he moved then in and out of himself savouring the sensation and trying to hold off the need that was forcing him onward. His muscles were relaxing easily; he wanted this and it was easy to urge his body in the correct state.
Harry wanted to climb off the bed and come to him, it was very obvious and as he pushed three fingers into himself he let his eyes fall closed and a moan pass his lips for the first time. The slight burn was familiar and welcome and urged his arousal higher. His cock was throbbing with need, but he had no intention of touching himself there. For once both sides of his nature were in perfect alignment, human and Veela, male and female and he pulled his hand free, climbing to his feet knowing that he was ready.
All he had to do was look at Harry and his lover lay down on his back in the centre of the bed waiting for him. It took him no time at all to climb onto the bed and straddle Harry. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he had first laid eyes on Harry at the evening classes; this was the completion of what he had been working for and, he hoped, the beginning of so much more.
Taking hold of Harry's cock, he manoeuvred them into position and carefully lowered himself onto it, feeling them join millimetre by millimetre. It hurt a little, but Draco really didn't care as he gave himself to Harry and the arousal this knowledge caused in him coursed through him, removing everything else. It was wonderful and the feeling of completeness it caused in him took his breath away in equal measure to the sexual high he was experiencing.
He sank all the way onto Harry, taking everything Harry had to give and then for a moment he sat there, head back, eyes closed and just revelled in the sensation. They remained in perfect stillness for several seconds and then he looked down at Harry.
"Make me scream your name," he said simply, and he meant it.
Harry did not need any further instructions and, proving that all the muscle Draco had admired earlier was working, Harry lifted his hips, bringing them even closer together. Now Draco let himself moan, releasing the reigns of control to his lover as Harry slowly pulled back and then thrust up into him again. He had felt this before, this sensation of being filled and taken, but it had never been like this before. This was not just the satisfaction of some physical need, this was so much more.
As they moved Draco felt himself coming alive in a way he had never imagined before and every touch seemed magnified. He moved against Harry as Harry moved into him again and again, but it was not enough. He wanted more and deeper, but their current position would not allow it.
"Harry," he said, voice full of the longing, "I need more ... please."
He need not have worried since Harry was moving almost before he spoke. They pulled apart and he moved onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs quickly so that Harry could move in behind him. He did not like the sense of loss he felt as Harry pulled out and he moaned his appreciation as soon as he had Harry back. This was better, Harry had more leverage and when Harry pushed in this time it was harder.
Draco wanted to lose his mind in the sensations; he wanted Harry to have everything he had, even his sanity and he didn't care about anything else.
"Harder," he begged as Harry pulled back and pushed into him a second time.
He could feel that Harry didn't want to hurt him, but he knew that wouldn't happen; he was ready for this like he had never been ready for anything in his life. He pushed back when Harry thrust into him and they came together with a slap of flesh on flesh; this was what he wanted, what he needed and he forced them into a brutal rhythm.
He had found heaven and he was reaching for bliss.
"Oh god, Draco," he heard Harry say, "I can't ... I'm going to..."
But Draco didn't need Harry's words he could already feel it and he was almost there as well. He didn't even need to touch himself as his body surrendered to Harry's and found ecstasy.
"Harry," he all but screamed as he felt the beginnings of his orgasm and they came together one last time.
Harry, his Harry shuddering into him was all it took to force him over the edge and he felt his body begin to shake. Then something shifted. Draco didn't know what was happening; he felt something that was so overpowering that it was caught between pleasure and pain, and the orgasm that had just begun to rip through his system paled into insignificance. The room around him disappeared and all he could see was a golden light as he fell forward, blackness engulfing him in its warm embrace.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't be dead."
The terrified words seeped into the comfortable blackness drawing him back towards the waking world and Draco slowly opened his eyes to find that he was being cradled in Harry's arm. Harry was rocking back and forwards slowly repeating a variation of the words that had dragged him back, over and over again. Harry was obviously distraught.
Trying to move, Draco discovered that every muscle in his body ached, but he couldn't feel any permanent damage.
"Harry," he said and found his voice a little uncooperative, "I'm okay."
The rocking stopped, but Harry was still holding him tightly.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, voice muffled since it felt as if Harry had his face buried in Draco's hair.
"It's okay," Draco tried to reassure his lover even though he had no idea what had actually happened.
"I didn't know it would happen," Harry sounded so distressed that all Draco wanted to do was comfort him.
The Veela in him and the man wanted the same thing on that point.
"Please let me up, Harry," he said, speaking as if to a child, since Harry seemed quite out of it.
When he was released, he sat up, his body complained a little, but it was not too bad and he immediately turned to Harry. His lover was sitting in the middle of the bed with his head hung low. The first thing Draco did was reach out and made Harry look at him.
"I'm fine," he said, making sure to look Harry directly in the eye as he was speaking. "Please tell me what happened."
For a few moments Harry did not speak and Draco was worried his lover was going into shock.
"My shields broke," Harry finally spoke, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I let go and they broke."
Harry wasn't making a great deal of sense.
"Harry," Draco said, making sure to keep Harry's full attention, "what did I feel?"
"Fawkes," Harry said shortly.
That didn't make any sense.
"I don't understand," Draco admitted; he did not know what Dumbledore's phoenix could have had to do with anything.
"Fawkes is in me," Harry said, pointing to his chest. "He came to me the summer after Dumbledore died; he spoke to me in my head. He was so sad and I could feel how old he was and he was tired. He didn't want to go on any more, he had seen too many of his friends die. The only way for a phoenix to die is to give their essence to another so that they won't be born again from the fire. Fawkes offered his to me, but he warned me his power would be difficult to control. I thought I'd controlled it a long time ago, I didn't know it would break free."
Draco did not know what to say or do; it was the most incredible thing he had ever heard. There were legends about Phoenixes choosing to give their magic to a mortal, but no one seriously believed they were anything but stories for children. The Phoenix was the most magical of creatures and the pure power that Harry had to be carrying around inside of him was staggering. It was then that Draco realised that that magic could have eradicated him with barely a thought.
"I'm sorry," Harry said again, seeming to take Draco's silence as rejection, "I should go."
"No," Draco said, catching his lover's arms before Harry could get away, "I'm not letting you go that easily."
"You were so still," Harry said, but not struggling to get away, "I could have killed you."
Draco took Harry's face in both hands.
"I know," he said firmly, "but I think I know what happened and I think I know why it had to happen."
Ideas were falling over each other inside Draco's head as his memory dragged up every bedtime story his mother had ever read to him about Phoenixes. That kind of power in the wrong hands was a scary thought and Draco's Slytherin mind was putting the pieces together.
"Harry, do you realise how pure of spirit you had to be for Fawkes to come to you?" he asked, needing to make sure Harry understood. "Power corrupts most people and things, Harry, but Fawkes judged you and saw that you would never abuse it. I think that maybe the power in you had to make sure that no one close to you would try to abuse it either."
Harry was looking confused, but a little less like he was about to fall apart at any moment.
Draco wasn't sure he liked the idea of being judged, but he wasn't dead or otherwise incapacitated so he seemed to have passed at least to some extent. He was also practical and he could see quite clearly why that judgement was necessary. A Dark Lord with the power of a Phoenix would be more than just devastating, it could be apocalyptic. At least now he knew why Harry had never told anyone what had happened that summer.
"I had no right," Harry said, clearly condemning himself.
"You didn't have a choice," Draco replied letting his left arm fall away from its current position.
It was only then that he noticed and he looked down in shock. The laugh that bubbled out of his throat was slightly hysterical, but he caught hold of himself quickly; now was not the time to fall apart.
"Besides," he said, lifting his arm and showing it to Harry, "I think you approved."
The faded dark mark that labelled him a Death Eater was gone. The mistake of a terrified sixteen year old boy had been wiped away and the implications hit him like a ton of bricks. It seemed he had been judged good. His inner Veela was jumping up and down and cheering like a loon, but his human side was more than a little stunned. He might have been fighting for the Light in the war, but he was very far from being anything but grey, at least he had thought he was.
"It's gone," was Harry's rather obvious response.
Draco couldn't help himself this time he laughed again, leaning forward and placing his forehead against Harry's.
"I love you, Harry," he said, surprising himself with his words.
He had rationalised that he had been observing Harry like a predator with prey, but he knew now that what he had actually been doing was falling in love with the reckless Gryffindor. The Veela in him was smugly enjoying what it seemed to have known all the time as his human side came to terms with the fact that Slytherin or no Slytherin he had been caught in a trap of his own making.
"I don't expect you to love me back," he said before Harry could reply; "but please don't run away from me because you think you might hurt me. If you don't want this tell me and I'll leave you alone, but I will do anything you ask to give us a chance."
Declarations of love and completely unconditional statements were not usually Draco's style, but when faced with the almost apocalyptic force that was Harry Potter he could not really be considered responsible for his own actions. At least that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
As he pulled back, Harry was just sitting there looking at him with a rather shell shocked stare; possibly his declaration had been one shock too many.
"Okay," was what Harry finally decided to say.
Draco just blinked. No excuses, no long winded speeches just one word; it couldn't be that easy. He re-examined the memory just in case and could find no loophole in it at all. Part of Draco wanted to bounce up and down on the bed like an eleven year old, but his mature, sensible side managed to curb this to grinning like an idiot. Not really knowing what to say he leant forward and caught Harry in as passionate kiss as he could manage.
"Do you want to try the sex without the mind blowing power surges now?" he asked as the kiss reignited his desire to reduce Harry to a quivering heap on the bed.
"I think that might be a good place to start," Harry replied, still a little shocked by the sounds of it, but warming up to Draco's plan.
Draco smiled as he began to think of things he wanted to do to Harry, or have Harry do to him. It began to occur to him where his Slytherin upbringing could be useful in this relationship and for once his Veela nature was not trying to overrule it.
When they finally fell into bed to actually sleep, Draco was very pleased with himself and with Harry. Stamina didn't seem to be something they were going to have any trouble with and Draco curled up against Harry feeling incredibly content. It was just as he was drifting off to sleep that he remembered his mother's words from earlier that night.
"You will stay for breakfast won't you," he mumbled into Harry's chest, "Mum said she wanted to meet you."
There was silence from Harry and Draco lifted his head to look at his lover; he was almost positive that Harry was not asleep and the glance confirmed it.
"You told your mother you were bringing me home tonight?" Harry asked as if he was having trouble with the notion.
"I told her I was after you and she assumed the rest," Draco said, putting his head back down and relaxing again; "shocked me too."
"Oh," Harry replied, sounding a little unsure, "okay then."
Draco smiled against Harry's chest and let his eyes drift shut.
"She's not going to grill me about my intentions towards her one and only son is she?" Harry asked, just as Draco was falling asleep.
"No," Draco said without bothering to move.
He then counted to twenty in his head.
"Well not much," he said in an offhand voice; "and she only sets the house elves on people she really doesn't like."
His Veela pointed out that he was being mean to Harry, but his inner Slytherin had to have some fun or he'd end up in a funny farm.
There was silence again for a while.