This is the last chapter to this story, thank you to all that reviewed and sent in suggestions, and for the encouragement. I appreciated it very much! I hope everyone has had as much fun reading this story as I did writing it! Dobby is such a wonderful character to write about.
I hope to have a new story up soon, but I would love to have ideas from my wonderful readers! It will be, as always, Harry and Draco, but the type and plot is up in the air. Suggestions usually find their ways into the stories, as you know!
Warning: This chapter earns a hard R rating for sexual situations. Please don't read if it offends. Having said that...
Enjoy the show.
Chapter X. Underneath It All
Harry looked wide-eyed at the blond.
"You had that in your jacket the whole time?" he grinned.
Draco walked a step or two closer. "Yeah, I...well, I thought the invitation might have been from you, considering all that's happened these last two weeks. So I figured you would like to know that I appreciated the presents."
With these words, Draco pulled the yellow shirt out of the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down just enough to show Harry a flash of jet-black silk.
"These are very nice," Draco smiled. "Very sexy, don't you think?"
Harry felt a lurch in his stomach, followed by a definite jolt from further below.
"Yes," he whispered, "very nice...very sexy....."
Harry found himself closing the gap between them.
Draco looked straight into the Gryffindor's eyes, a smoldering look of lust flashing behind the silver-blue.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry murmured.
"Is this you talking, I mean...is this how you really feel...not, you know, any spell or anything..."
Draco placed two fingers over Harry's lips, effectively stopping the brunet in mid-sentence.
"Yes," Draco whispered. "This is me. I tried to deny it, but I realized that even when I didn't feel the affects of the spells, I still thought about you, still wanted you. Still..."
Draco cupped his hand to Harry's cheek. "...wanted to kiss you..."
Harry flashed a brilliant smile. "That's all I wanted to know..."
Draco slid one hand around to the back of Harry's head, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as he slid the other around Harry's waist, pulling him even closer. For long moments they fought for breath, for each other's breath.
Neither wanted to let go. It had taken too long to get to this moment.
Finally the need for breath pulled them apart, both gasping with desire.
"We need..." Draco started.
Before anything else could be said, the blackened table was replaced with a gorgeous four-poster iron bed, cream-coloured fabric wound in and out of the upper canopy, down the sides to the floor. The comforter and sheets were a deep navy blue, soft as silk. The candles of the room had now re- arranged themselves around the bed, floating gently beside the canopy.
Harry and Draco looked at each other. "I believe," Harry stated, "that the room knows exactly what we need."
Harry pushed Draco slowly toward the bed, resuming the deep kiss Draco had started. Along the way, he managed to pull the gray jacket off Draco's arms, leaving it in a heap on the floor. A few more steps, and Harry's jumper lay beside the jacket, a few more left Draco's tie and shirt.
Harry felt like he was on fire from the skin on skin contact, his hands wandering across Draco's shoulders, his back, his chest. Draco leaned forward to place his mouth on Harry's neck, alternately licking, kissing and biting his way toward his jawline, before dragging his mouth across to claim Harry's again. Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, his hands grasping for Draco's belt to rip away the offending leather. Harry could feel Draco's hands at the zipper of his trousers, and shivered as fingers grazed his hardening erection.
"Mmmm," Draco murmured into Harry's mouth. "I think I may have an affect on you, Mr. Potter..."
Harry pulled Draco against him, a sudden gasp from both as their lower bodies came into full contact.
"Same here, Mr. Malfoy," Harry smiled. "I don't believe that's a wand in your pocket..."
Draco brought his mouth around to Harry's ear. "Why don't you find out?"
Draco had slipped out of his shoes by the time they reached the bed, his trousers and socks ripped off by a nearly growling Gryffindor. Harry had wriggled out of his own trousers, so that nothing but boxers separated the two.
"What do you think?" Draco whispered.
"Hmmm?" Harry murmured.
"Your gift," Draco grinned, looking down at the black silk.
Harry leaned up enough to fully look at the gorgeous blond. "It's...it's perfect." Harry whispered. Suddenly he remembered the other part of the gift.
"Harry?" Draco sat up from the sudden loss of contact, but soon realized what he was doing. Harry dug through the pocket of Draco's jacket, finally retrieving the bottle of Passion Gel and returning to the bed.
Harry straddled Draco's stomach, a wicked look in his eyes. "Where should I start first?" He teased.
"Anywhere you want," Draco panted.
Harry opened the top of the bottle and tilted it just enough to let a fine stream of gel trickle onto Draco's neck and chest. He could hear Draco's sharp intake of breath as the liquid touched his skin, felt him shiver when Harry placed his mouth over the gel, licking in long strokes. The cinnamon taste was hot, but cool at the same time. Harry covered Draco's mouth with his coated lips, letting Draco taste the spice.
"Harry...." Draco moaned. The sensations were almost too much for him. "More..."
Harry poured a bit more of the gel onto Draco's chest, using his fingers to gently coat the blond's nipples, before bending down to blow warm air against his skin. Draco arched up off the mattress, the heat from the cinnamon gel spread through him before Harry covered one hardened nipple with his mouth, rolling his tongue around it much as Draco had seen him do with the ice cream cone. Harry attended to the other side before trailing his mouth down, sliding the rest of his body down further as well.
Then he stopped.
The realization of what he was about to do hit him full force. He had never done this before, to anyone. What if he was horrible at it? What if he couldn't do it?
Draco sat up. "Harry, what's wrong?" He sounded panicky. "Are you...are you ok?"
"I've...I've..never...." he blushed.
Draco placed his hand on the side of Harry's face. "Neither have I."
Harry was momentarily taken aback. "You've never..."
Draco shook his head. "Harry, you don't have to if you don't want..."
"I want to," Harry whispered. "I want you..."
Harry gently pushed Draco back onto the bed, and resumed the tantalizing licking across the blond's stomach. Harry reached under Draco to lift him slightly, sliding the silk boxers off to let them drop onto the floor. Harry brought the bottle of cinnamon gel to his mouth, pouring a liberal amount into it before bending back over Draco.
"Ohhh, yes, Harrryyy..." Draco was gritting his teeth as he felt Harrry slide his mouth over his throbbing erection, the slick gel dripping the length of him. Harry took his mouth away long enough to blow the warm air against him, then covered him again completely. Draco was sure he was going to die from the feeling.
"You..." Draco gasped. "are...amazing..."
Harry smiled to himself. He was loving the feel of Draco sliding in and out of his mouth, loved the taste, and not just of the cinnamon. He loved the noises he could extract from the writhing blond with a flick of his tongue. Especially if he licked him right there....
"GODS!" Draco yelled as he grabbed Harry, pulling him down further onto him as he came hard in the brunet's mouth. Harry swallowed eagerly, thinking nothing in the world tasted better than cinnamon flavored Draco.
Draco fell back against the bed, gasping for breath nearly as much as Harry, who had slid back up Draco's body to claim him in a sizzling kiss.
"Harry.. Harry...." Draco moaned into his mouth, saying his name over and over. Finally Draco broke the kiss.
"Your turn," he grinned.
Harry laid down on the huge bed, shaking as he felt Draco slide the last bit of Harry's clothing off, then lay back down on top of the brunet for another deep kiss.
This was the feeling Harry had been missing, the reason he had been looking for to keep living. He was in love...
And Draco was in love with him.
Harry's thoughts were broken by the sudden feel of cinnamon gel across his chest, as Draco returned the favor twice-fold.
"I..love... your..mouth," Harry moaned as Draco licked from Harry's stomach back to his chest. Harry could feel Draco rubbing against him as he glided back up his body, causing the most delicious friction between them.
Draco kissed Harry's face gently, all over, as he slid his body back and forth over Harry's.
"Draco..."Harry cried. "Please...I want you....I..."
"What do you want, Harry?" Draco moaned. "I'll do anything you want..tell me...."
Harry took a deep breath and looked into Draco's eyes. "I want you inside me."
Draco's breath became ragged. "Are you sure?" he whispered.
Harry nodded. "Yes. I'm sure. I need you...please..."
Draco kissed him again before sitting back up. He knelt between the Gryffindor's legs and coated his hand in more of the gel. Carefully, he slid one finger inside, waiting for Harry to relax before adding a second.
"I won't hurt you, Harry," Draco whispered. "I promise. Tell me if you want me to stop..."
"It doesn't hurt much," Harry panted. "Please, don't stop..."
Draco finally removed his hand and coated his throbbing cock with the Passion Gel. He tilted forward, the tip against Harry as he looked up into those trusting green eyes. "Ready?" he asked.
Harry nodded, biting his lip as he felt Draco glide into him, slowly. It hurt, but not as much as he thought it would. He gasped as Draco slid further in and stopped.
"Ok?" Draco whispered.
Harry relaxed and let go of the sheets. "Yes," he breathed. "Keep going."
Draco pulled back out gently, the sheer tightness threatening to push him over the brink. A few more thrusts and Harry felt the pain subside, replaced by the most pleasure he had ever felt in his life. Harry grabbed at Draco desperately, willing him deeper and deeper inside him.
"Oh, Dra, yes..." Harry moaned, shuddering as Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's cock, gliding his hand back and forth in time to his thrusts.
Harry pulled Draco down to him, nearly screaming into Draco's mouth as he came hard, followed by the blond's own unmistakable moans seconds later. Both lay panting, arms wrapped around each other, feeling the most exhausted and happiest they had ever felt.
Harry felt something poking him in the arm, finally waking him. The sun was streaming in the solitary window of the room, a window that hadn't been there last night.
"Oh, Harry Potter is awake, sir!" Dobby cried. Looking over Harry's shoulder, Dobby asked, "Is Draco Malfoy awake, too, sir?"
Harry turned back to the sleeping blond in his arms. "Not yet," Harry whispered.
"Oh," Dobby lowered his voice. "Yes, sir, Dobby was wondering if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy wanted Dobby to make breakfast this morning.."
"NO!" Harry said quickly. "I mean, no, thank you, Dobby, but we're fine, really. You have already done so much. Really."
"Did Dobby help his Harry Potter find romance with Draco Malfoy?" Dobby asked hopefully.
Before Harry could answer, Draco's eyes fluttered open.
"Yes," Draco smiled. "You certainly did."
A/N: The title of this chapter is from the song "Underneath It All" by No Doubt.