"Aaahhh. This is much better."
Harry leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the hot water in the tub. His head was resting on Draco's chest and Draco's hands were slowly rubbing Harry's stomach.
"I was just wondering… Why did we get this much power? I mean, why isn't it gone yet? Voldemort is dead, so we don't need it anymore, right?"
"Who cares? I don't think it's wise to ask me anything about the laws of magic. I was raised by Muggles, remember?"
"I can't stop thinking about what you said in the dungeons. You were right. No one should possess this much power. What if it backfires?"
Harry turned over and straddled Draco's waist.
"Sweet Merlin, you worry too much. It's not like we have to use the power we possess. We can go back to ordinary wizarding levels if we want to."
Draco shook his head with a thoughtful look.
"I don't think we can, Harry. Do you even remember what it felt like to kill Voldemort?"
Harry cast his eyes down.
"I don't," he whispered. "I'm not a murderer, Draco."
"I never said you were," Draco said quickly. "But I saw you do it… I was barely conscious, but I could feel your magic inside me. It was horrifying. My father had a point when he compared you to Satan."
"I saw Voldemort hurt you," Harry choked out, on the verge of tears now. "He cursed you while your back was turned… I can't explain to you what it felt like. My heart- no, my soul shattered that instant. I thought he killed you. After that, I don't remember anything."
"Harry, I'm really glad we made it out alive and all, but we're going to have to deal with this. The things we could do… We're dangerous, Harry. We could hurt people by accident."
Harry shook his head violently.
"Don't want to talk about this right now."
Draco pulled him close and stroked his hair.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"'S okay. I'm just confused is all."
Harry looked at Draco, trying to find comfort in his silver eyes and ended up marveling at his beauty.
"You're doing it again," he whispered, staring up at Harry's forest-green eyes.
"I can't help it," Harry whispered back. "You're so beautiful…"
He kissed Draco gently, tenderly feeding magic into the naked body beneath him.
"Oh fuck yes," Draco hissed, pulling back and opening his eyes.
"You're doing it too," Harry smirked, looking into mercury pools of oblivion.
Draco had never felt like this before. He could feel every nerve on his skin crawling with need.
I swear to Salazar, if he starts to speak in Parseltongue, I'm going to come right here and now.
Harry's smirk never left his face as he brought his mouth close to Draco's ear.
Draco moaned loudly when he heard the low hissing tones of Harry's voice.
Every syllable was a touch, a stroke, a kiss, a suck.
Harry kept Draco on the verge of orgasm for long minutes, using nothing but his voice to bring Draco pleasure he had never experienced before.
Harry… Can't take it anymore… So close…
One last sentence, repeated over and over, sent Draco over the edge. He came so hard and long he was hyperventilating and almost crying afterwards.
"Christ, Harry," Draco gasped. "I… you…"
Harry grinned. "You're so cute when you're speechless."
"What the fuck did you just do to me? What were you saying?" Mercury eyes gazed into impossible green ones.
"I simply told you to imagine me kissing you, stroking you, et cetera. And apparently, you have a vivid imagination."
"You didn't even touch me," Draco said incredulously. "Damn."
Harry blinked twice and suddenly they were back in bed.
"I think I could get used to this. It's so convenient," Harry smirked. "Your turn, Draco."
Draco hesitated for an instant. He wondered if they should really be doing this.
Oh what the hell. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
He charged his hands with magic and held them over Harry's chest. He never touched him, but increased the intensity of the magic gradually. Soon, Harry was gasping in frustration.
Draco… Merlin damn it, you bastard, touch me already!
Draco smirked. He wasn't planning on that anytime soon.
Darkness started to fill the room. Harry suddenly growled and lunged at Draco, pinning him down to the bed forcefully.
It was nothing like the darkness that had radiated off Harry when he attacked Voldemort; it was like nightfall, and the darkness held the promise of a million stars glinting high above them.
Harry… Oh my fucking GOD!
Draco was beyond speech.
Harry released his hands, but Draco found he couldn't move. His entire body was restrained by Harry's powerful magic.
Draco moaned throatily and countered Harry's magic with his own, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. He was at Harry's mercy and was loving every single moment of it.
The sheer force of their combined magic nearly made him pass out, and the next thing he felt was Harry moving inside of him.
It was too much. Draco was sure he was going to shatter into a million pieces. Instinctively, he used his own magic to shield him from some of Harry's pleasure attacks.
Tears fell onto his face. Harry's eyes were closed, but somehow Draco could still see them. He could see his soul.
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco.
The world stopped.
Time ceased to exist.
The universe revolved around them for what seemed to be endless moments.
I find myself in you, and you in me, they heard an ethereal voice echo inside their minds.
The world moved.
Time started ticking again.
Mouths were screaming silently.
"Fuck," Draco choked out when Harry collapsed on top of him, breathless and still moaning.
They were sweating and they both felt dizzy and exhausted.
"Oops," Harry giggled. "That's not exactly what I'd call resting."
"I feel like I just lifted the entire world," Draco said tiredly.
"Feels good though, doesn't it?" Harry whispered back.
"Addicted to power much? You should have been sorted into Slytherin, Harry."
Harry smirked. "That's what that stupid Hat has been telling me. Guess I'm too stubborn to listen."
"You've got that right," Draco said. "Still, Harry, I don't think this is normal. I mean, it feels great and all, but what are the consequences?"
"Multiple orgasms and very deep sleep," Harry murmured, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "And in the long run? We'll find out. Later."
Draco sighed and drifted off to sleep.
They never heard the tiny whisper in Parseltongue, that escaped from Harry's lips in his sleep.
And in you, I'll find myself an ally that has yet to find his match in the wizarding world.