Not another chapter! Just wanted to let you know before you got your hopes up...

So, my friend from real life (because I do have friends in real life) was appalled by this story D: She wants to rewrite it. She's already done up a few chapters. If you guys can't get enough of Wings, her's is called Wings Reloaded. Much less swearing, absolutely no 18-A scenes (but really, why write a Harry/Draco slash if you aren't going to write about them having sex...) and according to her, better dialogue and reactions. She thinks I made Harry too complacent and Draco too Gryffindor-like. And she said the fight scene was prissy and needed to be a heck of a lot longer. She also wanted a lot more other characters, not just Harry and Draco. She was mean :( Anyways, check it out and give her a whole lot of bad reviews! Her username is AnonymWriter and her writer ID is 2530122.

Um... I was kidding about the bad reviews. She'll bash me if you give her bad reviews.

So, since you have read this far and are probably totally pissed at me for making you read this far, here's a one shot! Just for you. Because I love you. In a totally platonic sense. Except for the hot guys. I really do love you. In a totally non-platonic sense.


Honeymoon:

"Ugh, it's so freaking hot..." Draco mumbled, trying to find a cool spot on his pillow. Harry tried to move closer to Draco, but that only made Draco push away from Harry. Harry scooted forward while trying to wrap his arm around Draco's back.

"No," Draco said, wiggling back.

Harry hooked his leg between Draco's and pushed in, his lips searching for Draco's neck.

Draco made a noise of exasperation as he untangled himself from Harry's limbs and moved back. "Stop being such a - whoa!" Draco found himself on the cool, tiled floor. Harry's head popped into view from atop the bed, a small smirk on his lips and his green eyes half-closed from sleep. Draco scowled up at him as he let the coldness seep into his clammy skin. "Why the hell would you pick Hawaii, of all the places? I would have been fine with Geneva or Paris," he grumbled, not bothering to get up. The floor was a welcome reprieve from the sweaty sheets.

Harry's smile widened as he flicked his wand at Draco, renewing the Cooling Charm that had worn off during the night. Draco sighed with relief and got up gingerly, his back and head aching from the fall. Harry sunk back onto his pillow, holding out his arm.

"No," Draco said smugly. "I'm going to take a long relaxing bath and you are not invited."

Harry winked as he dropped his arm and curled up.

"No," Draco reiterated as he rummaged through his suitcase for clothes. "Because I never get any bathing done when you're in there with me." Harry merely smiled as he watched Draco pull out random garments and tucked them in his towel. "Order me some breakfast," Draco added before closing the bathroom door.

Harry stretched slowly and sat up on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest and propping his sleepy head on them. He stayed that way until Draco walked out of the bath half-hour later. Draco arched his brows up questioningly while buttoning his pale blue cotton shirt. Harry shrugged. Now Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He frowned uncertainly, shaking his soaked hair out of his face. Harry's eyes narrowed in response.

"Oh, come on, you can't be serious!" Draco said in exasperation. Harry nodded.

"I want breakfast," Draco whined. Harry tilted his head to the side.

"I'm not indulging you," Draco said with finality. "Go get dressed." Harry tried to stop his smile from showing as he shook his head.

"Potter!" Harry flipped Draco his two fingers, showing V's.

"Fuck you too." Harry nodded enthusiastically.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'll be downstairs," he said. Harry pouted theatrically.

"It's too hot." Harry's pout exaggerated itself now.

"Potter..." Draco muttered, shaking his head at Harry and walking to the door. "You're going to miss breakfast," he said, opening the front door. It slammed shut. Draco frowned and opened the door again. It slammed shut. Draco turned around, his arms crossed on his chest. Harry's hand was outstretched, his palms pointing towards the door.

"I just had a bath," Draco grumbled as he tried a different strategy.

Harry moved his hand, causing Draco to be pulled towards the bed again. "Stop!" Draco said, his frown prominent on his face. Harry shook his head.

Draco huffed indignantly and put his own arm out. He stopped moving and Harry fell backwards onto the bed. He looked at Draco in amazement. "What, I'm not as helpless as you think," Draco said, miffed at Harry's surprised expression. Harry's hand reached out again but Draco didn't budge. Harry flipped over onto his side, his elbow propped on the pillow and his head resting against his palm. He waved his other hand at Draco. Draco lurched forward. He scowled at Harry and pushed his arm out. Harry didn't move. Harry's hand now formed a fist and he pulled it back. Draco yelped as he stumbled over his feet and landed on the bed heavily. All it took was a flip of Harry's hand to right Draco and hold him in place on the bed.

Harry crawled on top of him and pressed kisses along his neck. "No, not quite as helpless as I thought," Harry whispered, his fingers tangling in Draco's damp blond hair.

"This is not fair! You're forcing me!"

"I don't think it's forcing if I'm married to you," Harry responded, his hand gripping Draco's groin. Draco made a disparaging sound while trying to throw Harry off. He couldn't move, so he did the next best thing and growled. Harry whimpered at the sound, his arousal twitching.

"You're in so much trouble right now," Draco snarled.

"I know," Harry murmured, his lips against Draco's now. It was cold from the bath. Harry's half clothed body tried to get as close to Draco's cool body as it could. "I know," Harry breathed. "I want more."

"You won't get any," Draco said tauntingly. Harry's eyes opened and he pulled out of Draco's lips. A wide grin spread on his face, lighting his eyes. Draco frowned at Harry in puzzlement. Then the meaning of what he'd said struck. "N - no, th - that's not wh - what I meant," he stammered. Harry's grin grew wickeder by the second. "Potter, don't you dare!" Draco murmured, a flutter of heat spreading in his stomach even as he said it. Harry's hand massaged Draco's flaccid cock from atop the khakis.

"I won't get any, huh?" Harry murmured with purpose.

"No, you won't," Draco said as his breath hitched. "Nothing at all..."

Harry's hand stilled and Draco relaxed. "Hmm..." Harry said, sitting up on Draco's thighs with his hands pressing against Draco's chest. He felt under the sheets and drew out his wand.

"Potter, you put that away right now!"

"No," Harry said, mimicking Draco.

"Don't you -" before Draco could finish up, his clothes were gone and his arms were tied up against the headboard. He gasped as the magic touched him. If looks could maim, Harry would be limbless. "Potter," Draco hissed through gritted teeth. Harry shivered with arousal at Draco's voice.

"What?" he asked softly.

"Untie me," Draco said deliberately, putting in as much menace and murder into his voice as he could.

"I won't get any, huh?" Harry asked again as he pressed his naked chest against Draco's and kissed lips languidly. Draco whipped his head to the side. Harry didn't mind. He kept kissing Draco's cheek and his ear. "You smell wonderful..."

"Shut up, you."

"You taste even better."

Draco suppressed his shudder at Harry's low tone.

"You can be my breakfast."

Draco groaned unconsciously as Harry bucked into him. He quickly clamped his mouth shut, catching the rest of his sounds in his throat.

"No?"

Draco watched as Harry inched down his body, kissing and tasting whenever he wanted to.

"Let's have a bite, shall we?"


"I'm still mad."

Harry chuckled and waved his hand, untying Draco. Draco pulled his hands down and wrapped them around Harry. He flicked his tongue against Harry's wet lips, tasting the salt. Harry smiled and parted his mouth, inviting in Draco's tongue. Draco rolled Harry onto his back and kissed him soundly.

"How was breakfast?" Draco asked, moving his mouth out of Harry's lips with a smack.

"Perfect."

"Good. Because now I'm going to have mine," Draco said, brandishing Harry's wand and waving it. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth popped open. Draco shrugged with a look that said 'Told you so' and rolled off of Harry. Harry was tied against the bed and he was squirming as small spurts of shock ran through him. He was panting and moaning by the time Draco had finished dressing again. "See you in an hour," Draco said with a sweet smile. Harry whimpered as his arousal pushed painfully against his pajamas. Draco smirked and closed the door behind him.


"So..." Draco said as he walked into his hotel room.

Harry was bathed in sweat and he was crying out in agony and ecstasy as he thrashed on his bed. "Oh, thank god," he panted.

"Hmm? God?"

"I can't -" Harry started saying before his moan overwhelmed him.

"Aw, poor Harry can't come?" Draco asked with a pout. "How sad."

"Malfoy!" Harry barked as a strong push caused his back to arch.

"Nope."

"Fuck," Harry gasped.

"Nope."

"Please."

"Nope."

"Draco."

"Nope."

"Now..."

"Nope."

"I love you?"

"Is that a question?"

"No?"

"Hmm..." Draco contemplated.

"Not a question."

"Good," Draco muttered, flicking his wand at Harry. Harry let out a strangled yelp and he folded onto the bed. He wasn't given reprieve as Draco fell upon him with vengeance. Harry fisted the sheets as Draco sucked him sharply. He came hard, flooding Draco's mouth and pouring into Draco's throat. Harry yelled out Draco's name as he kept climaxing. His muscles cramped painfully and his erection throbbed inside Draco's mouth. His head was pounding with the force with which he was orgasming. Draco took it all in, lapping Harry up thirstily. Harry fell asleep as soon as his body gave up and emptied the last of its seed into Draco.


"Great spell," Harry murmured into Draco's chest as he awoke.

"I know."

"I'll have to use it on you."

"Hmm..."

Harry sighed with pleasure and ran his hand down Draco's chest. "Marvelous."

"Yes."

Harry smiled and opened his eyes to look up at Draco. "Oh, fuck..."

"Hmm? Now?"

"Erm..."

"No?"

Harry grinned as he rolled over and pulled Draco on top of him. He wrapped his wings around his husband, holding him close. "What does it take to shock you, Malfoy?"

"I've seen your wings enough to stop being shocked. You're going to have to try harder next time."

"Next time."

"Which could be now..."

"Now."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Draco muttered, crushing his bruising lips against Harry as his hands wandered down.