Before you started reading, just wanted to let you know that this is the last chapter. You know, in case you were expecting more. I really don't want you to be disappointed. But if you are disappointed after this chapter, I would just like to say…

REALLY? There's so much smut in here, you WILL drown in it! There is no way you could want anything more out of this story. Stop being so greedy. Sheesh!

A/N: HOLY F- HOLY SH- WHAT? I did not notice until 9:30 pm on 23/01/2012 that this freakin' chapter has 97 reviews! THAT IS THE MOST REVIEWS I HAVE HAD IN ANY FREAKIN' CHAPTER ON MY FREAKIN' PROFILE! YOU GUYS ARE INSANE! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! (Revised 23/01/12)

It was the last day of school. Exams were done and over with, books were burned, notes were shredded and the students was in hearty celebration.

Until the howler arrived.

Draco was caught unawares since it wasn't mail day. But the owl swooped down to the Slytherin table and plopped the red howler down before fleeing. The letter floated towards Draco's face, the optimum level. The Great Hall grew silent with trepidation. Draco's eyes went wide with horror. He hadn't received a howler in weeks. What were his parents thinking?



"Oh, shut up," Harry huffed, slashing his wand at the howler. It disintegrated into a pile of ash. Draco whipped around in his seat to face the Gryffindor and he was swept up in a messy snog, nearly jerked off of the bench as Harry tugged him backwards. He retaliated by pulling Harry forward. They ended up sprawled on the bench, laughing against the kiss while keeping steady. They broke apart with a loud smack, eyes dilated and brilliant grins on their lips.

"They are so going to get married," Ginny sighed happily as she watched from across the room.

Ron sprayed his pumpkin juice all over Neville while Hermione tried to keep from choking on her eggs.

"They are so going to get married," Astoria sighed happily as she watched from across the table.

Blaise clutched at Theo to keep from fainting while Pansy fell off the bench in shock.

"We aren't getting married," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes. Then he caught Harry's smirk and devious eyes. "Are… we?" he asked with dread.

"Of course not," Harry said airily. "That'd be weird."

Obviously, three years later…

"Marry me?"

But we're getting WAY ahead of ourselves.

"Of course not," Harry said airily. "That'd be weird."

"Yeah… So weird," Draco agreed. But he couldn't help narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"Besides, to hell with your parents," Harry said. "You don't need them."


"It's not like they were doing anything for you anyway."

"It's just that–"

"So what if they disinherit you?"

"But I won't–"

"Just move in with me," Harry finished, waving a hand at Draco to silence him.

Draco's mouth hung open. "Uh… I–uh–wh–oh…"

"What?" Harry asked.

"I–I didn't think you were serious," Draco exclaimed. "You can't be serious!"

"Why not?" Harry jerked his head up defiantly.

"Why not?" Draco echoed while scoffing. "We'd kill each other!"

"Where are you planning on living?" Harry asked, crossing his arms against his chest.

Draco sighed despondently. "Harry," he murmured.

"Draco," Harry imitated. "Imagine how crazy you'd get if you lived with Blaise."

"Hey!" Blaise exclaimed in offense.

"And you're my boyfriend now," Harry simpered, kissing Draco innocently.

Which is how, a week later, Malfoy found himself in 12 Grimmauld Place.

The door shot open and Draco was nearly knocked over by Harry. "You're here!" He was jerked into the foyer and slammed against the door. He let out a muffled greeting as Harry's urgent lips parted his. "I can't believe you're here," Harry breathed, fumbling with the buttons on Draco's shirt.

"Whoa," Draco laughed, trapping Harry's fingers in his hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like?" Harry asked as he nuzzled Draco.

"I haven't even moved in yet," Draco whispered conspiringly.

"Who cares?" Harry whispered back.

"Harry," Draco sighed.

"What?" Harry sighed back, blinking up at him.


Harry tilted his head to side and they smiled at each other for a minute. "Now there's a thought," he said deliberately. "Thank me with sex."

Draco chuckled before capturing Harry's lips against his. "I love you," he said firmly, sliding his arms across Harry's waist.

"Hmm. Love you too," Harry murmured. His hands roamed up Draco's chest and looped around his neck.

Draco nodded, squeezing Harry in response. "So… show me to my room?" he asked.

"Or my room?"

He bit back his grin. "Or my room?" he said.

Harry pouted. "Fine," he harrumphed, entwining fingers with Draco's and dragging him up the stairs. "Mine's better. Just saying," he added.

"I'm sure it is."

"And you should stay in my room. Just saying."

"I'm sure I should."

"So why don't you?" he asked, opening the door to Draco's room.

Draco shrugged as he looked over the empty bedroom. "I like to sleep alone," he said.

Harry scuffed the floor with his shoe. "Have you tried sleeping with someone else?" he asked. "Platonically," he added. "Or otherwise," he added further, smiling slyly.

Draco laughed, shaking his head. "No, I haven't. But I can't imagine why it would be all that exciting," he remarked, pulling the curtains away. The window looked out into the street.

"Let's try it!" Harry exclaimed. He grabbed Draco's shirt and pulled him towards the bed. Draco fell onto it and Harry was soon to follow.

Draco flinched, expecting an assault. Instead, he was met with gentle and winding limbs. He looked down at Harry, who had rested his head on Draco's shoulder and wrapped an arm across his chest.

"Um… what are you doing?"

"Let's take a nap," Harry sighed, closing his eyes. He slid his leg between Draco's, hooking their feet together.

"Harry," Draco said in derision. "It's one in the afternoon."

"Perfect time for a nap," Harry maintained.

"I'm not tired."

"You don't have to be tired to take a nap," Harry said sagely. "You just have to close your eyes."

"I haven't taken a nap in over ten years!" Draco exclaimed, trying to wriggle out of Harry's hug.

"Stop being such a poor sport." Harry opened his eyes to glare at Draco. "It's not like I'm molesting you."

"Ugh! Potter!"


Draco sighed in defeat and stared up at the canopy. "See? I already want to knock you out. And it's been less than five minutes."

"I already want to jump you. And it's been less than five minutes," Harry retorted.

"I don't want to take a nap," Draco said with finality, breaking away from the arms that bound him to the bed. "I need to start unpacking."

Harry frowned in displeasure and didn't bother to get up. "You suck," he grumbled.

"Mhm," Draco hummed, flicking his wand to float his trunk up the stairs and to his room. "Do I get my own bathroom too? Please say I do."

"You do," Harry muttered. "It's not like I use all five of them."

Draco smiled in response as he kicked his trunk open. "Good to know. Where is it?"

"That way." Harry pointed to the door near the wardrobe.

"Oh? It's en suite? Even better," Draco said, impressed.

"Would want nothing less for the Ice Prince," Harry teased.

"Ice Prince?" Draco asked, surprised.


Draco swept his wand at his clothes, making them fly towards the closet into neat piles. "Ice Prince… I like that," he murmured.

"It's not a compliment, you arse."

"I think it is," Draco said good-naturedly. "Are there any rules I should be aware of?"

"Oh, yeah," Harry drawled. "Loads."

Draco waited, looking at Harry expectantly. Harry didn't say another word. He had his hands behind his head and legs crossed as he lay on the bed. "Like what?" Draco prodded.

Harry smiled lazily. "I was kidding, Malfoy. Of course there are no rules. I've never lived alone before. Do whatever you want," he said.

"If we don't have rules, we'll drive each other crazy. We need rules," Draco insisted, sitting down on the bed.

"Fine. You make them," Harry said.

Draco absently flattened the ruffled sheets. "Okay. Um… Knock before you enter."

"Hmm…" Harry grinned, opening his eyes and looking at Draco. "Definitely won't want to walk in on you fapping."

"Oh, shut up! It's called privacy. I'm sure you've never heard of it."

"Fine, fine, I'll knock," Harry yielded. "What else?" he asked, scooting closer to Draco.

"We'll have to figure out food stuff. Can you cook?" Draco asked. Harry responded with a derisive snort. "Of course you can't," Draco said in disappointment. He shook his head while looking down at Harry. "I guess we should take turns. Which means you should learn to cook. Alright?"

"Not a chance," Harry laughed, placing his head on Draco's lap. "Not. A. Chance."

"We'll see about that," Draco mumbled, twisting Harry's hair in his fingers. "And I know you're a slob, but at least try to keep clean?"


"Do your own laundry," he added.

Harry snickered. "Mmm…"

"Your birthday's coming up soon…"

Harry squeezed Draco's legs. "I know," he whispered.

"What do you want?" Draco asked.

"Absolutely nothing."


"Really," Harry nodded. "I have everything…"

Draco pushed Harry off of him and moved down. Harry opened his eyes as he was hugged in warm arms. "That nap sounds good," Draco murmured, dragging the blanket over them.

"It does," Harry agreed, pleased with those words.

"And then you can cook me dinner."

"Like hell I will. Kreacher can figure it out," Harry yawned before draping himself over Draco. "You're so damned comfy, Malfoy!"

"Thanks. So are you."

"I could totally get used to this."

"We'll see," Draco chuckled.

They say infatuation lasts up to 12 months. Well… 12 months and everything goes to shit. For the sake of your convenience, I have decided to make it easy and split all those months into categories of sex. This has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the way my mind works.

Months 1-3: The months of exploratory sex

"Just… take it slow, okay?" Harry gasped, wincing in pain.

Draco sighed in defeat. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," he murmured.

"Don't chicken out on me, Malfoy," Harry whispered. "I'm fine."


"Yeah," Harry reassured. "Get on with it."

Draco chuckled nervously as he wrapped Harry in a sweaty hug. "I can't believe I'm doing this to you," he said.

"Sure, laugh it up," Harry groaned, tensing as Draco pushed in further.

"I love you…"

Harry smiled shakily. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't love you."

Draco let out a slow breath as he pulsed inside warm heat. "Okay. I think I'm in," he said.

"What do you mean you think?" Harry asked tiredly.

Draco pressed urgent lips against Harry, never blinking as he stared at Harry's closed eyes and unconscious tears. "It's not supposed to hurt like that, is it?" he asked.

"Ever heard of magic, you ponce?"

"Oh, fuck!" Draco swore in horror, fumbling beside Harry for his wand. A second later, Harry felt the pain dissipate slowly. "I am so sorry!" Draco gushed, pressing his hands against Harry's cheeks.

Harry opened his eyes, sniffing back. "Gosh, you're such a pansy," he muttered. He shook Draco's hands loose. "I'm not a girl, Malfoy."


"What're you waiting for?" Harry smirked. He released his grip on the sheets and ran his hands down Draco's torso. "What the hell are you waiting for?" he murmured.

Draco inhaled sharply when Harry clenched around him. "Stop!" he gasped. "That bloody hurts."

"Good," Harry said, clenching again.


"What?" Harry asked innocently, contracting his muscles at regular intervals. Draco thrust in reflexively, jerking Harry into the headboard. "Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"Yeah?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," Harry nodded quickly. Draco pulled back and pushed in against, nearly knocking the wind out of Harry. "Not that hard," he coughed.

"Sorry," Draco apologized. He started moving with less vigor.

"It feels so weird," Harry said, hazarding a look down. Then he snapped his eyes back up. "It looks so gross!" he gagged.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't look, then," he said. "Kiss me."

Harry complied eagerly, fluttering his lips against Draco's as they breathed out together. He let Draco do all the work. He was content with looking up at his lover and wondering how on Earth he had snagged the Slytherin. "You can go harder if you want," he offered. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Draco didn't need to be prompted twice. He pushed Harry into the mattress with bruising fingers on his shoulders. Then he thrust in. Harry groaned with sudden dizzy. "Wow," they sighed in unison.

"Do that again?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded, wetting his lips and pushing into Harry. "It feels amazing, Potter," he said in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, I've never practiced," Harry said glibly.

Draco smirked. "Can I go faster too?" he asked.

"Sure," Harry shrugged. "I don't see why– oh, FUCK!" He arched his back as Draco rammed into his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the fuck was that?" he asked hysterically.

"Let's try that again," Draco remarked.

"I-I don't think that's-oh, God. Draco! Not so-fuck-how are you-that... It hurts! Oh, fuck!"

"It hurts?" Draco asked, stopping instantly.


"Geez," Draco muttered as he thrust again. "Don't yell at me."

Harry was too far gone to respond. He was going to climax and he hadn't even touched his erection. He was writhing against Draco, moaning nonsense as he tried to increase the friction inside him. "I'm so close," he whimpered, digging his nails into Draco's arms.

"Already?" Draco panted.

"Don't talk," Harry begged. "Don't talk."

"You're the one-mph," Draco was silenced when Harry's hand pressed against his lips. Harry opened his glassy eyes and smoldered Draco with a heated look. His hand slipped away from Draco's mouth, replaced by his lips. They moved against each other, trying to satisfy themselves in a fit of sexual frenzy.

"Wow, Draco," Harry moaned in lust. "You're so good…" Because, at that moment, Draco's fingers were on Harry's forgotten arousal.

"Thanks," Draco mumbled, moving his kisses down to Harry's ear. He flicked his tongue against it, eliciting a twitch from Harry. He felt hot breath against his ear as well.

"I'm coming."

Draco shivered as the words hit him. "Me too," he whispered back, burying his head against Harry's neck as he continued his assault on Harry. "So hard."

Harry let out a half-sob as his battered prostate could take no more. He came in heavy spurts, his voice caught in his throat. The convulsions brought Draco to his orgasm. They shuddered against each other, tongue against tongue and lips against lips. Harry could feel the wetness inside him, slicking everything. Draco slid his hands up Harry's side, dragging the mess across their sweaty bodies. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco, keeping him steady. They gasped for air even as they kissed.

"I love you," Harry said breathlessly.

"I love you more," Draco answered, shivering from the aftermath of the most intense climax of his life. "You're so hot!"

Harry laughed in exhaustion, rolling them over so they were side-by-side. "So are you," he said as he felt sleep drag him under. "So good."

"Yeah," Draco murmured, hugging Harry close as they fell asleep.

Months 4-6: The months of you-forgot-to-get-milk-but-I-can-live-with-black-coffee sex

"Hmm… that tickles," Draco smiled. He was half-heartedly trying to stop Harry.

"Even this?" Harry asked, breathing against the pale and taut stomach under him.

"Especially that," Draco laughed. He pulled Harry in for a languid kiss. "How was work?" he asked.

"Tiring," Harry sighed. "Glad to be home."

"And I sure am glad you're home too," Draco answered, grasping Harry's throbbing erection between his fingers. "Very, very glad," he whispered sensually.

"Seriously," Harry huffed. "How do you do that?"

Draco paused. "Do what?" he asked.

"Talk like that," Harry explained.

Draco narrowed his eyes in confusion. "You were the one who started it," he said with a shrug.

Harry's brows shot up. "I did?" he asked, trying to remember. "When?"

Draco smiled impishly and moved his lips close, dragging the tip of his nose against Harry's cheek. "You really can't recall?" he asked.

Harry shivered. "N-no," he whispered back, his voice all but gone in a haze of arousal.

Draco exhaled slowly and let the air waft onto Harry's skin. "I'm an amazing kisser, Malfoy…" he rumbled breathily, adding a bit more sexual appeal than the way Harry had said it in the Owlery.

Harry opened his eyes and his mouth formed a loose O.

"Now you remember?" Draco asked. "You started it all…"

"Wow... I did, didn't I?" Harry murmured, his eyes sparkling. "Awesome!"

"So awesome," Draco sighed, kissing Harry hungrily.

Months 7-9: The months of I-can't-believe-you-would-embarrass-me-like-that sex

"You owe me… big time," Draco said, cocking a brow.

Harry tried to keep from showing his smile. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, crawling on top of Draco. "What do I owe you?"

"Want me to spell it out for you?" Draco asked. His hands dragged down Harry's back, tracing the arched spine.

"Nope," Harry laughed, rutting against Draco. "No spelling necessary."

"I love that you can read my mind," Draco sighed.

"You only ever have one thing on your mind. Doesn't take a genius to read it," Harry scoffed.

Draco craned his neck to land an amorous kiss on Harry. "I already knew you weren't a genius," he smirked.

"Damn it! There's not winning with you!"

Months 9-12: The months of I-hate-it-when-you-leave-dirty-underwear-around sex

After tossing and turning in bed for all of two hours, Draco let up. He nudged Harry's back gently. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Whatever," Harry muttered, keeping his eyes squeezed shut.

"I really am," Draco said sincerely. He reached over to kiss Harry on the cheek.

Harry turned his head, capturing Draco's lips against his. They rolled into each other with soft caresses. Harry's hand stole under Draco's shirt, eliciting a low moan from the latter. "Love you," Harry whispered.

"Love you too," Draco answered, snaking his hand around Harry's back and kneading him without pretense.

Month 13: The month of get-the-fuck-out-of-my-face sex

Harry shoved Draco against the wall. "Shut the fuck up," he growled, forcing his lips against Draco's protesting mumbles. He nearly ripped through the buttons on Draco's shirt, digging his fingers into the pale skin hard enough to leave red marks.

Draco responded in kind, fumbling with Harry's jeans as he bit into the bruising lips. Harry wrenched his mouth away from Draco's and continued to kiss down to the pale neck. Draco knew what was coming before Harry even started. He flinched away from the harsh teeth and pushed Harry back. Harry made sure to tighten his grip around Draco so that when he stumbled, Draco was pulled along with him.

They knocked against the kitchen table. Draco bunched Harry's shirt in his fingers and tugged up, splaying his lover over the tabletop. Harry jerked Draco on top of him.

Their clothes were gone in a matter of seconds, discarded on the floor into heaps. "You're not fucking me," Harry hissed furiously.

"We'll see about that," Draco muttered, inhaling sharply as he kissed Harry and wrenched the raven hair in his fingers. Harry struggled under Draco, trying to get the upper hand. Draco was stronger in all aspects. Harry jerked as the quick preparation caught him by surprise. Draco flung the wand to the ground before parting Harry's legs forcefully. Harry punched Draco's jaw with a loud swear. "Fuck you too," Draco breathed, blinking away the pain. He grasped Harry's wrists in his hands and slammed them against the table. Harry's knees were trapped between his chest and Draco's, bent awkwardly. Draco blindly thrust in.

Harry fell limp from the flash of agony. Draco stilled, nearly climaxing from entering the tight canal. All that was left was harsh breathing.

Draco let go of Harry's wrists so he could run gentle fingers down Harry's heaving chest. Harry shook his head, refusing to open his eyes. Draco lifted up, releasing Harry's knees. Harry shifted to straighten his legs with a grimace.

A soft kiss passed between them.

"Did that hurt?" Draco asked quietly. Harry nodded, not trusting his voice. "Does it still hurt?" Draco murmured, keeping his lips on Harry. Harry nodded again. "Good."

"Fuck off," Harry said hoarsely, pressing against the table as he moved his hips. Draco obliged and started into Harry. "Go slow?" Harry gasped, pressing a hand to Draco's stomach to stop him.

"Yeah," Draco whispered, slowing down.

Harry exhaled carefully and opened his eyes. They met halfway for an apologetic kiss as they made passionate love.

Month 14: The month of I'm-moving-the-hell-out-and-you-can't-stop-me sex

"Don't," Harry murmured, hugging Draco close.

Draco closed his eyes, trying to keep his resolve from disappearing. "Potter, just... I can't do this… I can't do this right now," he sighed, trying to pull away from the embrace.

"I love you," Harry said brokenly.

Draco groaned in defeat. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"I am."

"I can't anymore…"



"Please, Draco."

"What do you want me to do?" Draco asked helplessly.

"Stay," Harry begged, his terrified heart beating into Draco. "Just stay here, okay?"

Draco gently pried Harry's arms away, shaking his head. "I can't–you don't–we can't keep doing this," he said. "Why don't you understand?"

"I'll try harder," Harry said hurriedly. "I will!"

"It's not you, damn it!" Draco cried out, nearly ripping his hair out in frustration. "Why do you keep-it's not always about you, Potter!"

"Then what? Tell me!" Harry begged.

"I need space!" Draco snapped. "I need to-I can't have you-you're with me all the time!"

Harry looked away and backed up slightly. "Oh," he murmured.

Draco flinched at this. He hadn't meant to say it like that. He swallowed hard so he wouldn't go apeshit on Harry again. He pulled Harry into a hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't... That came out wrong," he murmured as he stroked Harry's back.

"I'm trying, Draco," Harry whispered while clutching at Draco's shirt. "I know I-I just-you-I don't know… I don't know what to do…"

Draco nudged Harry's chin up. "I love you," he said, kissing Harry. "So much."

"I know." He brushed Draco's hair and pressed a hand against the back of his neck.

Month 15: The month of no sex

Not much to talk about…

They barely saw each other – Harry left early and came home late while Draco spent his weekends with friends.

Month 16: The month of that-wasn't-supposed-to-happen sex

"I'm so drunk," Harry giggled, dragging the tip of his tongue down Draco's erection. "And I'm going to screw you so hard you won't be walking for the next week."

"Screw me," Draco snickered. "Can't wait." Harry engulfed Draco in one swallow, but ended up gagging violently. Draco let out a low moan of pleasure that was then followed by a tsk of annoyance when Harry pulled his mouth off and started coughing. "Get to it," he demanded, raising himself up on his elbows.

"Don't boss me around," Harry frowned. But he got to it nonetheless.

Draco fell back onto the cushions as Harry sucked on him slowly. "You're so good at this," he said with a hapless sigh. "So damned good, Potter." Harry smiled and answered with a muffled 'thank you' without stopping. "And I," Draco proclaimed importantly, "will love you forever."

Harry swirled his tongue around Draco's cock before detaching his lips from it. "Forever?" he asked, using his fist to jerk Draco off.

"Forever," Draco said decisively. "Now, stick it in me."

Harry giggled again, sliding up so he could stare into Draco's captivating eyes. "I'll love you forever too, Draco. Okay?" he said.

"I know," Draco smiled without hurry, grazing his nose against Harry's. "Then we'll stay together forever. Okay?"

"Okay," Harry agreed eagerly with a wide grin. "Forever and ever."

Month 17: The month of this-is-the-last-time sex

"I'm sick of you," Harry muttered. He regretted those words the moment he had uttered them. He had meant to keep that comment to himself.

Draco looked up sharply with a quick and familiar scowl on his brow. "I'm sick of you too," he retorted, storming off to their bedroom. Harry was right on Draco's heels, stopping the door from being slammed shut. Draco spun around at this. "What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you out of my house!" Harry exclaimed. "How much more obvious can I make this to you? Out. Now!"

"Not until you tell me why," Draco argued.

"Fine," Harry snarled. "I'll tell you why. You're rude to my friends, have no respect for my personal property and just sit around all day long!"

"It's not like you're any different!" Draco countered, shoving Harry back.

"I have a fucking job! What do you do? You mooch off of me," Harry said, shoving Draco in turn. "And I'm sick of it! I'm sick of taking care of you! Grow the hell up!"

"I never asked you to take care of me!" Draco interrupted. "You begged me to stay!"

"And that was a bloody awful mistake," Harry sneered. "Leave. Now."

"FINE!" Draco shouted, pulling the door shut forcefully on his way out.

Harry blinked at the door and deflated in an instant. He hadn't meant to say all that... He bowed his head as he tried hard to keep from tearing the room apart in rage. He took deep breaths. Unfortunately, those didn't help. "FUCK!" he screamed with passion before lunging for the door and wrenching it open.

He was pushed back as Draco engulfed him in a hurried hug, lifting him off his feet. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and kissed him furiously. "I hate you so much," Draco choked out, staggering under Harry's weight.

"Get out of my life," Harry breathed.

"I can't," Draco breathed, falling into bed with Harry.

Month 18: The month of why-can't-I-get-rid-of-you sex

"I can't," Draco said haltingly, shaking his head.

"You can," Harry challenged as he dug deeper into Draco.

"Damn it," Draco gasped, pushing his hands against Harry's shoulders. "How many times are you going to do this?"

"Until I'm done," Harry said point blank. He pulled Draco's hands away and fastened them against the pillow with his fingers.

"I'm done," Draco said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"No, you're not."

"Get off," Draco hissed, struggling against Harry. Harry ground against Draco, sending hot pain and pleasure through the lithe body. Draco gasped for air, having climaxed more times than usual already. Everything ached and strained within him as he tried to keep up with Harry's Auror stamina. "Please," he pleaded.

"You seem to be liking it," Harry drawled. His sweat dripped onto Draco's sticky body that was flushed and straining under him.

"You can't do this," Draco tried to say, failing as his mind flashed red. Harry buried his face against Draco's neck as he thrust in with finality and exploded inside. Draco blacked out as he climaxed painfully, unable to ejaculate.

Harry's grip slackened after many moments and he let go of Draco's wrists. He picked himself up on trembling arms to look down at the pale man beneath him. "Why won't you leave?" he whispered, kissing Draco's unresponsive lips. "Why won't you just leave me?"

Month 19: The month of no sex

Not much to talk about here either…

Whenever they could, they would avoid each other. And whenever they ran into each other, they would start yelling. Then came the fists. Then came the threats.

Month 20-24: The months of I-can't-remember-how-to-live-without-you sex

Draco was yawning and scratching his head as he padded into the kitchen in search of coffee. He froze mid-yawn when he caught Harry sitting on the counter, reading the paper.

Harry looked up at the sound but remained expressionless and silent.

"Don't you have work?" Draco asked.

"Hmm," Harry mumbled, not bothering to answer the question.

Draco let out a frustrated breath. He flicked his wand to summon his mug and poured himself a steaming mug of coffee. Sometimes even being in the same room as Potter sent his blood boiling. He stalked out of the kitchen, incensed about not getting to read the paper because Potter had decided to hog it.

He gagged when he took a sip of his coffee. He had forgotten to add the sugar. Which meant he had to go back into the kitchen. He stared at the swirling black liquid in his mug. He tried another sip. "Ugh," he muttered. He definitely needed sugar. Damn that Potter.

Draco walked into the kitchen again.

He paused in confusion when he saw Harry down a vial of green liquid and grimace. Then he dry-heaved. Draco's eyes widened in horror as Harry jumped off the counter and rushed to the sink with a hand pressed to his mouth.

Harry jerked away when he felt an uncertain touch on his back. "I'm fine," he muttered. He kept his hand pressed to his lips lest he wasn't all that fine.

"What was that?" Draco asked, looking around for the vial. Harry shrugged mildly, trying to push past Draco. Draco stopped him. "What did you drink, Potter?" he asked again, forcing Harry to look at him.

"It's just medicine," Harry said, shaking his head. "I had an accident and–"

"What?" Draco asked distantly. His breath suddenly quickened and his heart had dropped down to his stomach. "What happened?"

Harry blinked up at Draco's stormy eyes. "I'm fine," he said firmly. "It's nothing."

"Tell me," Draco demanded to know, roving his eyes over Harry to see if he could spot any injuries. Harry gestured at his chest vaguely. Draco tugged Harry's shirt up. "Oh, hell…" he groaned, ghosting his fingers over the bandages that wound around Harry's torso. "How?"

"It's just a few burns," Harry assured him while trying to pull his shirt back down.

Draco held onto Harry's shirt and refused to let go. He pressed his hand on Harry's side. Only when he heard a sharp inhale did he pull his hand away. "You're not fine," he said, looking at Harry's pained face.

"It happens," Harry shrugged it off. "I was careless, that's all."

"Careless?" Draco echoed, dropping Harry's shirt back in place.

"Hmm," Harry said as he brushed his shirt smooth. "Don't worry. I already heard shit from Ron. I really don't want to hear it from you too." He pulled away from Draco's hold and walked out of the kitchen. Then he realized that he had forgotten his salve.

He walked back in to find Draco in the same spot. He contemplated Draco's downturned face and stature, confused. "You alright?" he asked absently, grabbing the container of burn medication off the counter. "I don't need a lecture on–" He was turned around with a soft touch to his shoulder.

Draco pressed his forehead against Harry's and clenched his eyes closed. "Please, tell me if… tell me if anything like this happens, Harry. D-don't hide it from me," he choked out. His terrified tears fell onto Harry's cheek.

Harry twitched with awareness when he felt it. "What?" he whispered in alarm.

Draco hid his face against the crook of Harry's neck. "I don't know what I'd do if... Fuck, I'm so scared," he sobbed.

"Draco," Harry laughed incredulously. "I'm fine! Don't cry. Nothing's going to happen. It's quite hard to kill me."

"Don't say that," Draco cried with vehemence. "Don't say things like that."

Harry wound his arms around Draco and shuffled closer. "It's part of the job," he murmured.

"H-how? How did it… What happened?" Draco asked, gasping between sobs.

Harry sighed despondently. "Like I said, things happen."

"Please, Harry?" Draco asked piteously.

Harry knew Draco wouldn't want to hear this. "Um…" He took a deep breath. "I was on patrol with the preceptor and... well... Death Eaters can be very persistent."

That just started Draco on fresh tears. "I don't want you to work. Never. I want you to stay here. With me," he said in hysterics.

"I want to do this. Just another year of training," Harry reasoned with as much calm as he could muster.

"I love you so much and I-I don't know what I'd do if you died."

Harry felt pleasantly nauseous now as he hugged Draco. "I won't die. I promise," he answered. "I love you too much to die."

Draco lifted his dizzy head from Harry's shoulder so he could kiss Harry as best as he could. Harry tasted the tears in the kiss, which only made his heart thump with euphoria. "I'm sorry for everything."

"Me too," Harry smiled. He gently wiped away Draco's tears. "Why on Earth are you crying?"

"I'm just-I can't-I can't stop thinking. What if you-and I-I can't," Draco whimpered. "I can't stop."

Harry chuckled again, resting his hand against Draco's heart and forcing it to calm down. "You're so nice, Draco," he mumbled. "And I'm so glad for you, okay?"

"Okay," Draco nodded, sniffing loudly and wiping his face on Harry's shoulder.

Month 25-32: The months of I-can't-remember-how-to-live-without-sex sex

They did it, like, EVERYWHERE! Day or night…


Harry smacked his lips together, savoring the chocolate mousse that was melting in his mouth. "Could this get any better?" he asked Draco with a satisfied sigh. Draco winked impishly, picking Harry up by the waist and sliding him onto the countertop so he could kiss the chocolate out of his mouth. "That's mine," Harry protested half-heartedly.

"Not anymore," Draco said as he ran fingers down Harry's thighs.

Drawing room

Harry stroked Draco's hair while reading his book. Draco had his head on Harry's lap, doing absolutely nothing other than playing with the buttons on Harry's shirt. "You know what we should do?" he asked.

"Have sex?" Harry guessed, looking at Draco down his glasses.

"If you insist," Draco shrugged, undoing the button between his fingers.


Draco held onto Harry's shoulders so he could keep upright. Harry was going to town on Draco's erection, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. "So close," Draco moaned, blinking away the water. And that was about the time when Harry started deep-throating him. Draco burst into his climax earlier than expected, nearly toppling over onto Harry. "HOLY SHIT!" he shouted, slamming his head against the tiles to keep from passing out.


Harry swept his arm over the desk, brushing aside the parchments, quills, picture frames, and inkwells. He nearly threw Draco onto the table, kissing passionately. "Always wanted to do that," he whispered.

"You did wonderfully," Draco said, wiggling his brows.


"How on Earth are you still so tight?" Draco sighed, falling onto his side.

"Sheesh," Harry huffed, struggling against the sheets so he could get some air onto his sweaty skin. "It's like you get bigger every time," he muttered. Draco winked at Harry, smirking. "Oh, shut up!"

The other bathroom

"This is… weird," Harry murmured, biting his lip thoughtfully. "How do we do it?"

"How hard could it be, right?" Draco said, hiking a leg around Harry and rubbing against him.

"If you say so," Harry smiled, pushing Draco against the tiles as he pressed against the prepared opening.

"Just don't let me fall," Draco said quickly.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry laughed, anchoring Draco.

Dining room

Draco straddled the chair, nearly upsetting Harry's mug of coffee. "Whoa, there," Harry said, pulling the hot beverage out of the way. "What're you doing?"

"Well…" Draco sighed, lacing kisses across Harry's neck. "It is our anniversary."

"What anniversary?" Harry asked, sliding the hot mug onto the table.

"Make one up."

Harry laughed, wrenching Draco's shirt off. "How does… ten years without killing each other sound?"

"Perfect," Draco smirked, rutting against Harry.

Other bedroom

"F-faster," Draco gasped, twisting the sheets in his fingers.

"Can't," Harry shook his head. "Can't breathe! Can't go faster."

"Oh, fuck it," Draco swore, tossing Harry off of him. He crawled on top and eased himself onto Harry's aching and throbbing erection. "You're so old," Draco taunted, riding Harry rapidly.

"Not as old as you," Harry panted while thrusting up to meet Draco.

"You talk way too much," Draco muttered, pushing his lips onto Harry's.


Draco jumped in fright when the door crashed open. Harry came sprinting in and He launched himself at Draco, who caught him. He wrapped his limbs around his lover and kissed him arduously. Much to Draco's credit, neither fell to the floor. "I passed," he breathed.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. Did you really think you weren't going to?" he asked, staggering towards the couch. He sat down heavily as Harry renewed his assault of kisses.

"I'm an Auror!"

"That you are," Draco murmured, sneaking pecks onto Harry's neck.

"Want to see my badge?"

Draco exhaled slowly. "Okay… That… probably turned me on more than it should have," he said.

Harry laughed as he pushed Draco flat on the couch. "Boy, do I have things to show you," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

So… Potter has three other bathrooms, four other bedroom, two more studies, and another drawing room. Um… You get the idea.

Month 32-36: The months of I-love-you-so-fucking-much sex

"Marry me?"

"Why bother?"

Draco flipped over onto his stomach and rested his chin on Harry's chest. "Because I want to make sure you won't run away on me," he whispered.

Harry laughed, brushing his thumb against Draco's jaw. "That's my line," he said after a minute. "Where would I run off to?"

"Marry me?" Draco asked again.

"Do you really think I'd say no?" Harry countered.

"I just want to hear you say yes," Draco murmured.


Draco smiled. "Yes," he echoed, pressing a kiss on Harry's cheek.

"Could you get any gayer, Malfoy?"

Draco sighed dramatically. "What can I say? You have such an effect on me," he murmured. "I guess three years is enough for the full transformation."

"Gosh, imagine forty more…" Harry shuddered.

Draco snickered as he reached out to clutch Harry's hand. "Just be glad I didn't buy you a ring," he murmured.

"You didn't get me a ring?" Harry asked in offense.

"Oh, shut up," Draco drawled.

"You're supposed to get me a ring! I mean, if I am engaged to you and–"

"Or I'll make you shut up, Potter…"

"–all, I need to have a ring to show for it. Sheesh, you never buy me anything. What am I supposed to say when I–"

"Fuck off..."

"–tell Ron and Hermione? Malfoy asked me to marry him but he couldn't bother with a bloody ring? Can you imagine–"

"I'll get you a damned ring!" Draco snapped.

Harry shrugged. "I'm no pansy," he muttered.

"Oh, go to hell!" Draco laughed, looking up at Harry's grin. They kissed warmly and snuggled together. "Hey, Potter…"




Draco smirked, sliding his nose beside Harry's and hovering over his lips. "For turning me gay."

"I turned you gay, Malfoy," Harry whispered.

"And now I have no choice but to be at your beck and call," Draco murmured, flicking his tongue over Harry's teeth.

"I love you so fucking much…" Harry professed.

"You bloody blast-ended skank, you…" Draco breathed, tickling Harry with his breath.

"At least I don't go around kissing arses of blast-ended skanks," Harry retorted as he arched into Draco.

Draco opened his eyes to stare into the deep green. "I will never get tired you. I love you so fucking much," he said, pressing his lips against Harry's with finality. "Fiancé."

"That's me," Harry hummed.

And that's the story of how Potter turned Malfoy into a flaming flamer.