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After practically dragging Harry through the castle at breakneck speed, Draco finally reached the dungeons. With a sense of urgency and desire burning within him, he swiftly opened the door and immediately captured Harry's lips once again, barely giving Harry a moment to take in his surroundings. Draco took the lead this time, pouring every ounce of passion and longing into the kiss.

Harry gave in to Draco without hesitation, allowing him to take complete control of the kiss. It was sloppy, it was desperate, and it was the best kiss they shared all day because Draco controlled it. He was taking what he wanted from Harry, and for some reason, that aroused Harry more than anything else ever had. So, they kept going. Harry stood there, back against the door, letting Draco kiss him thoroughly and roughly, only slowing down to guide Draco when he started getting too sloppy. Harry grabbed Draco by the waist, digging his fingertips into his ribcage, and pulled him forward so they were pressed against one another from head to toe. He slid his hands underneath Draco's shirt to feel the warmth of Draco's abdomen.

"Harry" Draco sighed against Harry's mouth, relieved to finally have Harry's warm hands against his bare skin. He pushed himself even further into Harry's space encouraging Harry's hands to roam over his body more. Harry immediately obliged by moving his hand further up Draco's stomach, cupping his left nipple, and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. His ministrations caused Draco to moan and whither in his arms. He pulled back slightly to look at Draco's face. He smirked at what he saw. Draco's eyes are closed, and he had this blissed-out look on his face. A look so intense and satisfying that it only fueled Harry, making him want to increase his pleasure even more.

Harry slid his hands from Draco's nipples towards his stomach taking time to admire every inch of new skin that his hand discovered. He moved his hand slowly down his body admiring his hard chest and his soft stomach. Finally, his hand reached the front of Draco's trousers. He cupped him over his pants and rubbed his hand slowly up and down his length, earning him a low moan from Draco's mouth. Harry smirked. He couldn't wait to get his mouth on that cock, couldn't wait to taste him and swallow him whole. Harry rubbed against his closed pants desperate to unfasten his trousers and pull his cock out, but he didn't want to give in to his own desires just yet. He wanted to tease Draco some more, he wanted tk see how desperate he could make him.

Harry shoved his knee in between Draco's thighs, pulling him close and angling their bodies so that Draco was practically sitting on his knee. He grabbed Draco’s ass and guided his hips forward, allowing his cock to grind against Harry's thigh. Draco broke their passionate kiss to gasp at the new sensation, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Harry used his hands to grind Draco's cock against his leg, eliciting moans and pants from Draco that resembled a dog in heat. He continued to ravage Harry’s mouth with his tongue, his technique becoming more and more sloppy as he lost himself in pleasure.

"Harry, it feels so good" Draco moaned desperately against Harry's mouth. Slurping up the spit that almost escaped Harry's lips. He didn't want to waste a single drop of Harry's saliva choosing to savor it instead. Harry removed his hands from Draco's ass to grab at his blonde locks. Sliding his hands in his hair softly as Draco licked into his mouth. He massaged his scalp with his hands, grabbing it roughly and pulling it hard. Draco's head tilted all the way back against the force of Harry's pull, exposing his neck completely to Harry, who in turn dragged his wet mouth along the underside of his jaw and then across his neck. Opening his mouth wide so he could suck on the warm skin there.

Draco was in heaven. The way that Harry was holding him so roughly, so securely gave him a sense of euphoria that he couldn't explain. He wanted Harry to take complete control of him, and guide him through his pleasure with rough hands and teasing words. He wanted to give his entire being to Harry, he wanted to feel owned by him. He reveled in their current positioning. He was practically seated on Harry's thigh and his head was supported by Harry's rough hand. The position allowed Draco the ability to relax in Harry's arms forcing him to hold most of his body weight.

Harry easily held Draco as he relaxed, pulling his body closer to take complete control. He pulled Draco's head back further to give the other side of his neck some attention. He sloppily kissed and sucked on his neck, slobbering all along his throat. He slurped the spit up, pulled back, and shared it with Draco. Spitting in his mouth and sucking on his tongue in the filthiest way possible.

"You look so perfect like this," Harry whispered as he pulled away from the kiss. The whimper Draco let out from his words was both loud and desperate. Harry kept grinding him against his leg as he whispered in his ear.

"Look at you so desperate, so needy. So willing to do whatever I ask" Harry said

"Yes, Harry. I'll do whatever you want" Draco moaned, eyes closed in pleasure. Harry nodded.

"I know you will, baby. But I don't want this to be about me. At least not tonight. Right now I want to know what you want?" Harry asked.

Draco was too lost in his pleasure to produce a coherent thought. What did he want? Harry had posed the same question to him up on the Astronomy Tower, and formulating a coherent response wasn't any easier the second time around. The truth was, Draco desired everything—he wanted to suck Harry's cock again. The memory of Harry's thick cock in his mouth made Draco's knees go weak. He absolutely loved the taste of him. He wanted to lay on the bed and warm Harry's cock for a couple of hours as they cuddled. He wanted to drop to his knees and beg Harry to fuck his mouth hard and rough so that he couldn't talk afterward. He wanted Harry to fuck him. He wanted to feel his warm length buried inside him fucking him slowly and deeply for hours on end. He wanted to be held down while Harry fucked him mercilessly and roughly. He wanted to ride him. Bouncing on his cock and watching Harry's face contort in pleasure. He wanted to swallow Harry's cum, he wanted to swallow his saliva. He wanted to kiss him again. For hours and hours and hours. He wanted everything with Harry.

His scattered brain, however, overshadowed his ability to express his longing out loud. He simply couldn't think straight as he immersed himself further into Harry's orbit, only able to focus on breathing and reacting.

"Talk to me." Harry nudged. "Tell me what you want," Harry asked again.

Draco grunted in frustration. Didn't Harry understand that he couldn't actually think when they were in a position like this? " I don't know Harry. Anything. Everything. Just please don't stop." Draco begged.

"I'm not gonna stop. I'm never going to stop" Harry promised as he continued to grind Draco against his leg.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that statement. "Sure" Draco said sarcastically.

Harry abruptly ceased his movements in response to Draco's remark. He firmly gripped Draco's face, which was tilted back in sheer pleasure, and drew their faces closer until they were locked in eye contact. "Listen," Harry began, his voice filled with intensity, "I may be flighty in certain areas, but not when it comes to this."

Harry grabbed Draco by the wrist and guided his hand to the front of his jeans so that he could feel the evidence of his desires. "You feel that. You feel how hard I am for you. And you still think I'm going to change my mind. I'm not. I can't. I want you too bad and I'm not leaving here until I take you. Do you understand?" Harry asked.

Draco simply stared at him, overcome with desire at Harry's words. Without warning, Harry tightened his grip around Draco's wrist, exerting a force that conveyed both strength and urgency. It was the very same wrist that had been guided to rest upon Harry's clothed cock. The pressure on his wrist was intended to seize Draco's attention. "I said, do you understand?" Harry reiterated, his voice laced with intensity.

"Yes," Draco hissed in pleasure at the feeling of his hand caressing Harry's length over his trousers. He almost ripped Harry's pants off then and there desperate to feel Harry's unrestrained cock again. "Oh my god Harry. I want to suck you" Draco begged, hand squeezing his cock even tighter.

"I know you do baby" Harry cooed at him "but me first"

With that said, Harry firmly took hold of Draco's hand and guided him towards the bed positioned next to the door. Among the five beds scattered across the room, Harry instinctively knew that he was leading Draco to his own personal sleeping space, distinct from those occupied by his roommates. He recognized Draco's bed by the opulent silk-green dragon comforter that gracefully enveloped it. Even the fragrance emanating from the sheets carried a familiar scent, unmistakably belonging to Draco.

He pushed Draco so that he was laid completely flat on top of the bed, and he swiftly removed his shirt from his own body before moving on to Draco's. He started unbuttoning the tiny buttons of Draco's shirt but quickly grew frustrated with how long it was taking. After removing three buttons he grabbed his wand from his boot and pointed it at Draco whispering "Evanesco." Draco's clothes instantly disappeared, making Draco gasp at the sudden cold air against his bare skin.

Harry stepped back slightly so he could take in the sight before him. Draco looked absolutely gorgeous naked. The contrast of his pale skin against the dark green comforter on his bed made Draco look like some sort of angel. His body was so thin and toned, Harry knew he would look so sexy taking his cock. His stomach and chest were adorned with white scars that were no doubt from the sectumsempra spell. Harry's hand immediately traced the scars, wanting to touch them for himself. "This is from me," Harry asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah" Draco responded simply

"I'm sorry," Harry said, not moving his eyes away from the scar tissue. 'I'm sorry I hurt you"

"It's fine Harry," Draco said, looking up at Harry

"No, it's not fine," Harry said. "I've permanently maimed you. Ripped your body apart. I'm so sorry"

Draco rolled his eyes. Harry was ruining the mood with his pointless apologies. "Do they disgust you or something? You find them ugly" Draco asked feeling a little insecure.

"What? Of course not. You're beautiful with or without the scars" Harry explained.

"Ok well if you feel that way, then why are you apologizing," Draco asked.

Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion. It struck him as strange that Draco never seemed to desire or expect an apology from him. It made Harry wonder about the underlying reasons behind Draco's censoring his apologies. Throughout the day, whenever Harry expressed remorse or tried to apologize for his past misdeeds, Draco consistently displayed a reluctance to engage in those discussions. It was as if Draco had fully embraced and made peace with the past, preferring not to dredge up their transgressions.

Harry couldn't determine whether this behavior was a tactic Draco employed to protect himself or Harry. He questioned whether Draco chose to sweep everything under the rug out of fear that if Harry dwelled too long on the past, he might realize that Draco wasn't worth the trouble. Correspondingly, perhaps Draco was protecting himself from dwelling on the pain that Harry had caused him. Whatever the reason, it left Harry perplexed.

"I'm apologizing because I genuinely regret what I did," Harry earnestly explained to Draco, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's only now that I realize I've never had the opportunity to apologize to you directly, but I truly am sorry. I had no idea what that spell did."

Draco stared at Harry, his gaze fixed upon him, silently processing his words. He tilted his head to the side, deep in thought, before finally responding. "Well, thank you for apologizing, I suppose," Draco replied, his tone carrying a hint of gratitude. "But you didn't need to. I'm not upset. I've already forgiven you."

Harry's head drooped down, a mixture of relief and apprehension coursing through him upon hearing Draco's response. "I feel like you're letting me off too easily," he admitted, his voice tinged with a touch of guilt. "But I guess if you're not upset, then maybe I shouldn't be either. But, if you are truly upset, I completely understand. If you want to yell at me, curse at me, call me an idiot, or even do that thing you do when you wish death upon me, go ahead. You would be completely justified, and I can handle it," Harry confessed, his words laced with a sense of acceptance and readiness to face the consequences of his past actions.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," Draco reassured, his tone surprisingly nonchalant. "I only wish death upon you when you threaten me or try to leave. Otherwise, I'm perfectly fine. Besides, the Sectumsempra spell wasn't all bad"

Harry stared at Draco in disbelief. That spell had nearly cost Draco his life. He had witnessed Draco gasping for breath, lying helpless on the grimy bathroom floor. It was the most terrifying experience Harry had ever gone through. How could Draco act as if it were no big deal? How could he brush it off so casually?

"How can you say it wasn't that bad?" Harry questioned, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern.

"Harry, that spell was intense dark magic," Draco explained, his tone now serious. "That kind of magic leaves a lasting imprint. Think of a cursed object. When you touch a cursed object, you can feel the dark magic radiating from it. When you cast that spell on me, the magic penetrated deep within me. It doesn't simply vanish once the wounds heal; it lingers. Even now, I can feel traces of your residual magic beneath my skin. And I have to admit, it feels really satisfying. I've grown fond of the sensation of your magic, Harry. In fact, I think I've become rather addicted to it."

A look of disbelief washed over Harry's face as he absorbed Draco's revelation. He had been completely unaware of the lingering effects of dark magical spells, the residual magical signature they left behind on the person they were cast upon. Suddenly, Draco's perpetually blissful expression made sense to him. Not only was Draco experiencing the physical pleasure of their physical connection, but he was also simultaneously immersed in the sensation of Harry's magic. It must be a level of pleasure beyond anything Harry could even fathom.

Driven by a desire to give Draco the greatest pleasure known to mankind, Harry closed the distance between them, his body inching closer to Draco's on top of the bed. He tenderly pressed his lips against Draco's, In a soft, murmuring voice, he whispered against Draco's lips, "I promise I'm going to make you feel so good" Harry swore.

All Draco could do was moan in agreement at Harry's promise. Harry then removed his mouth from Draco's lips and crawled down his stomach, so that he was face to face with Draco's cock. He nuzzled Draco's dick with his nose, smelling his warm scent. Harry's eyes rolled in the back of his head, Draco smelled so delicious, he bet he tasted even better. So Harry grabbed Draco's cock and brought it to his lips. He sucked the tip of him into his mouth tasting him for the first time. Harry was right. Draco tasted amazing.

Harry grabbed Draco's balls and rolled them in his fingers as he sucked Draco off. He gulped Draco all the way down so that his nose tickled Draco's pubes. He kept Draco's cock deep in his mouth, almost choking on it. He kept sucking him like that, slow and deep, not breaking eye contact. Draco was moaning uncontrollably at the feeling of Harry's mouth on him. His head was thrashing back and forth, unable to handle the pleasure. "Oh my god Harry, it feels so good" Draco groaned.

Harry kept sucking, deepthroating Draco for all he was worth. He never pulled his mouth from Draco's cock. He focused on breathing through his nose so he could continuously suck Draco all the way down. Even when it was time to breathe Harry didn't pull all the way off of him. Choosing instead to suck on the head of his penis. Slurping up the spit and spreading it down Draco's shaft.

Draco shuddered at the feeling. Harry sucked cock perfectly. Draco was a withering mess on the bed. He pinched himself to keep from cumming because Harry wasn't slowing down. He was sucking him roughly and quickly and Draco felt like he was going to explode. Finally after what felt like hours of deepthroating, Harry pulled off.

He flipped Draco over as soon as he pulled off, coming face to face with the soft round globes of his ass. Harry caressed his ass cheeks with his hands before smacking it hard. Draco jolted at the feeling. "Get on your hands and knees. I want to eat you out" Harry grunted.

Draco could only nod in response. Too turned on to form a thought of his own. He just knew he had to follow Harry's directions. So he got up on his hands and assumed the position. Harry slid further down the bed so that he was positioned in front of Draco's hole. He pulled his asscheeks apart to get a closer look. God Draco was so fucking pretty. From his gorgeous face to his perfect asshole. Harry spread his cheeks as far as they could go and licked a stripe up Draco's hole before pulling back. Harry moaned at the taste of Draco's ass. It tasted just as good as his cock. Harry leaned back and started massaging Draco's ass with his hand, admiring the sight before him.

"You're hairless," Harry noticed as he massaged Draco's soft globes.

"Oh yeah," Draco whispered, still incredibly turned on.

"Why" Harry asked simply

Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry curiously. Where exactly was Harry going with this line of questioning? "What do you mean why? I like the way it feels, I like the way it looks"

Harry nodded in understanding; his curiosity piqued. "I know. But is that the only reason?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

Draco hesitated, a flicker of unease crossing his features. He sensed that they were treading into potentially treacherous territory, unsure of where Harry was leading the conversation. "Yes, why would there be any other reason?" Draco replied cautiously, his guard subtly rising.

A mischievous glint danced in Harry's eyes as he continued to massage Draco's ass, his touch gentle yet persistent. Leaning in closer, he planted a tender kiss on Draco's hole, his intention clear—to coax Draco out of his thoughts and encourage him to reveal the identity of his previous lover. "There must be another reason, Draco. Who is it that you're doing this for?" Harry gently prodded, his lips brushing against Draco's hole.

Draco hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to decipher Harry's intentions. Was Harry truly asking what Draco feared he was asking? Was he seriously inquiring about Draco's previous sexual partners? The mere thought of answering that question sent a wave of discomfort through Draco. He had no desire to reveal his past relationships. Why did Harry even want to know? Draco didn't want to know about any of Harry's previous partners. It was hard enough seeing him with the ginger bint, it would literally kill him to hear about Harry having sex with anyone. Ignorance, in this case, seemed like the preferable option. Yes, blissful ignorance was the way to go.

Draco firmly believed that bringing up past relationships at a time like this was a foolish notion. Though he couldn't claim expertise in matters of the heart, he knew enough to understand that dwelling on exes was never a wise move. However, he also recognized that refusing to answer Harry's question or worse, lying to him, would only worsen the situation. The risk of Harry leaving was too great, and Draco couldn't bear that outcome. With a deep breath, he swallowed his anxiety and mustered the courage to respond.

"You want to know about every person I've slept with? " Draco asked. His question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of uncertainty.

Harry furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean every person? How many partners have you actually had?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Draco inwardly cringed at his own decision to seek clarification. Why couldn't he have simply provided the name of his most recent partner and left it at that? But no, he had to ask Harry to specify, and now he found himself trapped, compelled to be more honest than he had initially intended. Draco cursed his own stupidity but resolved to answer nonetheless.

Taking a deep breath, Draco closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself. He began to recount the names, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and worry. "Well, it really hasn't been that many, Harry. There was Blaise, who I was with for the longest time. Then there was Theo. Oh, and Marcus, though that was only for a little while. Um, Adrian, Cassius, Michael, Justin, Graham, Derek, Wayne, Ernie, Timothy, Jack, Dennis, Andrew, Geoffrey, Cormac, Jimmy, Roger, Stewart, Miles... and, oh yes, Xander. Can't forget about him. And, oh, Zacharius as well, but that only lasted about two weeks before it was over," Draco listed, his gaze shifting to the side as he delved into his memories to ensure he hadn't missed anyone. Finally, he nodded, indicating that he had concluded his recollection.

A heavy silence settled between them as Draco's confession hung in the air. Harry mentally berated himself, regret washing over him. Why had he asked Draco that question? He should have kept his mouth shut, and chosen blissful ignorance over painful truth. The reality of Draco's past sex life hit Harry like a punch to the gut, the mere thought of anyone else being inside Draco was enough to make his stomach ache.

Before, Draco's previous partners were distant, unknown entities. They were insignificant, intangible. But now, they were real. They were people Harry knew, people he had seen, people he had even spoken to. The weight of that knowledge bore down on him, an ache in his heart that surpassed anything he had felt before.

Draco's panic slowly consumed him as he witnessed Harry's prolonged silence. He had known that admitting he was a slut would be a bad idea. Yet, lying or avoiding the question altogether would have been even worse. Or so Draco had thought. In that moment, he wasn’t so sure as Harry remained unresponsive. The nerves within him grew, intensifying with each passing second. Could it be that Harry was truly upset? That he was disgusted?

Draco moved from his position on his hands and knees and sat right beside Harry on the edge of the bed. He turned his head to meet Harry's gaze, his own expression fraught with worry. The sight that greeted him sent a wave of fear crashing over him. Harry's face contorted into a grimace, and Draco swallowed hard, his anxiety reaching its peak. Panic set in as he mustered the courage to speak, his voice trembling slightly. "I really hope you're not upset or jealous, Harry," Draco said, his words laced with desperation. "There's no reason to be. I care about you, and none of those boys mean anything to me."

Harry turned his face towards Draco, immediately sensing the shift in his breathing. Draco's rapid breaths and trembling body spoke volumes. Acting swiftly, Harry placed a calming hand on the small of Draco's back. With a gentle touch, he began to rub his hand up and down Draco's spine, a deliberate motion aimed at soothing his distressed lover. "Calm down, Draco. Don't panic," Harry murmured, his voice laced with reassurance.

Draco, once his breathing began to steady, mustered the courage to voice his concerns. "How can I not panic, Harry? You’re clearly upset," he said, seeking answers in the depths of Harry's eyes.

Harry removed his gaze from Draco’s eyes, choosing to stare straight ahead instead. His words spilled forth in an irritated tone. "Well of course, I'm upset. I had no idea you were fucking half of Hogwarts," Harry confessed, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Draco, determined to explain himself, met Harry's gaze with earnestness. "Those boys don't mean anything to me. It was just sex, nothing more." he offered, hoping to assuage Harry's concerns.

Harry's eyes rolled in response; his disappointment palpable. It was never just sex and Draco's casual dismissal of sexual relationships struck a chord within him. Sex was intimate. It was a joining of souls, a deep connection that was not meant to be taken lightly, and hearing Draco speak of it so casually unsettled him. Harry possessed enough awareness to know that Draco was no virgin, the way he begged for cock was a clear indication that he had some experience. However, the realization that Draco had fucked so many boys incited a surge of unfamiliar jealousy within him, an emotion he was not used to feeling.

Draco, growing tired of their incessant back-and-forth, voiced his frustration. "So just because I've slept with a few boys before you, you don’t want to fuck me anymore?" he demanded, weariness seeping through his words. The constant uncertainty between them had become exhausting.

Harry let out a sigh, his response laden with a mix of weariness and contemplation. "No I never said that," he affirmed. "I just need a moment to think."

Draco, irritated by Harry's need for constant contemplation, retorted with annoyance, "You always need a moment to think."

The intensity in the room escalated as Draco's words struck a nerve with Harry. Harry hadn't intended to halt their intimacy or create distance between them. In truth, he desperately wanted to return to eating Draco’s ass out. Yet, the revelation of Draco's sexcapades had sobered up his arousal pretty quickly.

Harry spoke up, his voice laden with a mix of irritation and dramatic flair. "Oh I don’t want to fucking hear it Draco. You think I wanted to stop? I’m so horny right now that I’m fucking dizzy. But if the roles were switched and you just found out that I had fucked half the school, you would need a moment to think too," he declared, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

Draco remained silent, the weight of Harry's words sinking in. He couldn't deny that Harry had a valid point. If their roles were reversed, he knew he would be throwing a tantrum of monumental proportions right about now. But there was no way he would admit that aloud to Harry.

"What do you need a moment to think about, Harry? Are you thinking about leaving? Are you thinking about not sleeping with me?" Draco's desperation seeped through his words, his voice laced with desperation.

Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes, feeling a surge of irritation at Draco's persistence. "No, I'm thinking about spelling your mouth closed," he retorted, his tone dripping with exasperation.

Draco huffed, frustrated by Harry's response. "I'm being serious, Harry," he insisted.

Turning towards Draco, Harry locked eyes with him, his gaze filled with suppressed anger. "So am I," he stated matter-of-factly.

Draco felt a surge of helplessness. He couldn't simply remain silent and allow Harry to talk himself out of being with him. He refused to let that happen, so he ignored Harry’s request for a moment of peace and instead spoke up. "You have no reason to be upset about this," Draco asserted.

Harry's eyes rolled in irritation, his patience wearing thin. Why couldn't Draco just shut up and allow him to think? "I do have a reason actually. You're a hypocrite," Harry's voice crackled with anger.

"You had the audacity to feel jealous of Ron, someone I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole, while you've been sleeping with your dear old pal Blaise this whole time." Harry seethed.

Draco sputtered, trying to defend himself. "That's different," he protested.

"Yeah, I know it's different," Harry retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The difference is that I actually have a reason to be jealous, because you fuck your friend. I don't fuck mine."

Draco glared at Harry, his eyes burning with intensity. "No, the real difference is that I never chose Blaise over you. For me, there was never a choice to be made. I would choose you over anyone. But you wouldn't choose me over Ron, would you? In fact, you did choose me over Ron. So, no, we're not the same. Your jealousy over Blaise is senseless. He's barely even my friend and sleeping with him didn't mean anything to me."

Harry's brow furrowed, a mix of anger and confusion clouding his features. "It didn't mean anything to you. You let him inside you," Harry spat out, struggling to comprehend Draco's words.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to explain himself. "So, it was just sex," he clarified.

Harry shook his head in disbelief, frustration seeping into his voice. "So, sex doesn't mean anything to you? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Then what the fuck are we doing here?” Harry said angrily. “Why don't you just admit that you're a hypocrite? You've spent years berating me over the most innocent relationships, while you were fucking half the school," Harry screamed, his words echoing with pain and betrayal.

Draco blinked, momentarily taken aback by Harry's fiery response. They were both teetering on dangerous territory, their emotions colliding in an emotional storm. "I'm not a hypocrite, Harry. They are two completely different situations," Draco defended, his voice strained with frustration.

Harry growled, his patience wearing thin with each dismissal from Draco. "How are they different? Explain it to me," he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and desperation. "If you found out that I fucked every wizard in Britain, you would have killed me. Or you would have tried to kill me because we both know you can't take me, but you would have tried. And you would have said a bunch of fucked up shit to me in the process. So, stop trying to gaslight me into believing that I'm overreacting because I know that I'm not."

"I'm not trying to gaslight you, Harry, but you are overreacting," Draco countered, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Sure, if I found out you slept with a bunch of people, I'd be pissed. But I'd have a right to be angry because I'm in love with you. You're not in love with me, though, so you have no reason to be upset."

Harry shook his head in defeat, the fight draining from his body and replaced by resignation. "That doesn't even make any sense," he muttered, his voice heavy with disappointment.

"It does make sense," Draco insisted, his voice resolute. "You don't love me, Harry. You don't. The only reason you've agreed to date me is because you want to fuck me so bad. So, do it. You're wasting both of our time pretending to be outraged about a few guys I've slept with when you're no different from them. All you want to do is use me to get yourself off, so do it."

Harry froze, his heart breaking at Draco's callous words. "What did you just say to me?" he whispered; his voice filled with devastation. He turned his face to the side to really look at Draco. He could feel the tears pulling in his eyes.

"Is that what you think... that I'm using you? That's not what I... I wasn't. I wasn't even trying to get myself off. I was just trying to make you feel good. I thought that I was," Harry choked out, his voice quivering, the depth of his emotions laid bare.

Draco's features softened as he saw the pain etched upon Harry’s face. Instant regret surged through him, and he closed his eyes, defeated by his own thoughtless outburst. He didn't mean any of the words he had just said, he was just upset. Perhaps Harry was right when he mentioned the need for therapy. They couldn't continue communicating like this; it was toxic for both of them.

With a heavy heart, Draco rose from the bed, positioning himself in front of Harry. As Harry sat on the edge, Draco got on his knees and settled down on the floor, nestling between Harry's open legs. The proximity emphasized the intimacy of their connection, adding weight to Draco's words as he prepared to explain himself.

"I didn't mean what I said, Harry. I don't think you're using me, and you were making me feel good. You made me feel incredible, better than anyone ever has," Draco confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability. "I'm just upset that you're so upset. And I feel ashamed for sleeping with all those boys, because I promise you, none of them mean anything to me. If I had known that we would end up here, I would have never allowed myself to be with anyone else. I would have happily remained a virgin, waiting for you," he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of remorse and longing.

Harry let out a humorless laugh, disbelief etched across his face. "No, you wouldn't have," he retorted, challenging Draco's declaration.

Draco's response was swift and resolute. "Oh, yes, I would have. I swear it. You are the only person I want, the only person I've ever wanted," he insisted, his voice filled with conviction.

"I want you too, Draco. I really, really fucking do," Harry's voice trembled with raw emotion, desperation lacing every word. "And maybe I haven't fallen in love with you yet, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you or that I don't want to be with you, because I do."

Draco nodded frantically, his heart pounding with remorse. "I know, Harry. I know. I shouldn't have said otherwise," he admitted, his voice filled with sorrow.

"Then stop trying to hinder my emotions and let me feel upset," Harry pleaded, his voice tinged with frustration. "It's hard for me to hear that you've been with so many men. It makes me jealous and insecure, and I hate feeling this way. I can't stand the thought of you fucking all those other guys; it makes me want to scream.”

Draco's voice wavered as he responded, feeling overcome with his own emotions. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his remorse palpable.

"You don't need to apologize," Harry retorted, his voice softening. "You don't really have anything to be sorry for. You just need to allow me to experience my emotions and stop trying to suppress them. And I need to overcome my own insecurities. I need to quell this jealousy because I know that you love me, and deep down I know that that’s all that matters” Harry said.

Draco nodded earnestly; his gaze locked with Harry's. "I do love you." he declared; his voice filled with sincerity. "And when you get angry with me, I panic and try to fix things. But you're right; you have every right to feel your emotions." He took a deep breath, preparing to unveil his deepest truths.

"But I want to be completely honest with you about all of this. I want to explain why I've slept around so much. The truth is, I like sex. I need it. It's the only thing that makes me feel alive. I took so many lovers because I never truly cared enough about anyone to commit. I never desired a relationship with anyone else because I was already in love with someone—someone being you," he confessed, baring his soul. "I needed a break from pining for you day in and day out. I wanted to feel something, anything other than this constant longing to be with you. So I slept with a lot of different boys and I let them use me, all to chase a feeling of relief. A feeling that I never got by the way. Cause no matter how many boys I let fuck me, I never stopped thinking about you. Even during sex I never stopped daydreaming about you. It was always you on my mind, even when someone else was inside me."

Harry just stared at Draco after his statement, taken aback by it. “Fuck” Harry said in response.

Draco looked into Harry’s eyes searching for a sign of understanding, but Harry's expression remained unreadable. Doubt gnawed at Draco at the prolonged silence between the two. "I don’t want to put any pressure on you though. You take all the time that you need to process all of this." Draco stated as he sat back on his heels.

“Ok” Harry nodded at Draco’s words. He took a few more seconds to process before he rose from his seated position on the edge of the bed and crawled towards the headboard removing the rest of his clothes in the process. Settling down with his back flat on the bed, he made a conscious decision to believe Draco's words and not hold his past against him. After all, they had made a pact up on the Astronomy Tower to let go of the past, and even though he didn't know it at the time that included Draco's slutty ways. Harry wanted to honor the promise he made to Draco to finish what he started.

Pushing aside thoughts of Draco's extensive sexual history, Harry focused on the moment and the connection they shared before the revelation. He wanted to bring pleasure to Draco, to make him feel cherished and forget about any other guys that had been in his life. Determined to rekindle that passion and fuck Draco seven ways to Sunday, Harry settled in the bed, stealing a glance back at Draco, who still sat kneeling in front of the bed, wearing a worried expression.

Waving Draco over, Harry beckoned with a playful tone, "I’m done processing. Now come over here and sit on my face." He ordered. Draco didn't need to be told twice. He enthusiastically crawled up the length of the bed and straddled Harry's face, hovering just above his mouth. Harry wasted no time spreading his cheeks with his hands before slowly licking around his entrance. He started licking slow circles around his asshole slowly opening him up in the process. He followed a pattern of licking around his hole and slowly stroking it just to tease Draco. He continued licking him in a slow pattern before delving his tongue deeper. Sticking his tongue up Draco's hole.

Draco moaned in pleasure and screamed as Harry plunged his tongue fully up his ass. The action was so pleasurable that Draco nearly collapsed on the bed at the feeling. Draco pulled slightly off of Harry's tongue, needing a second to collect himself due to the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. Harry didn't let him get too far though. He grabbed Draco's hips and pulled him all the way down so that he was actually sitting on his face.

Draco gasped and tried to pull off again. The last thing he needed was for Harry to suffocate under his body weight. Wouldn't that be a terrible way to go? Defeat a bloodthirsty Dark Lord just to suffocate from a face full of ass a few hours later. The Prophet would have a field day with that one. So Draco attempted to sit up just a little so his ass was hovering over Harry's mouth, but again Harry wouldn't let him. Harry slapped Draco's ass hard, making him jump in surprise.

"Sit down!" Harry demanded, tired of Draco trying to move away from him.

"I don't want you to suffocate, " Draco whined.

That earned Draco another hard slap on the ass. "When I tell you to sit on my face. I want you to Sit.on.my.face. I'm not asking" Harry demanded.

He grabbed Draco's hips again and pulled him down so that his entire body weight rested on Harry's face. This time Draco let himself be maneuvered to a fully seated position. Draco decided that Harry knew what he was doing. Harry wasn't one to die easily so perhaps suffocation wasn't something that Harry had to worry about. So Draco let it go and gave in to the pleasure that Harry was giving him. Harry stuck his tongue deep inside Draco's hole and moved it in and out.

Draco screamed from the sensation. Harry was tongue fucking him so deep he felt like he could collapse at any moment. Harry grabbed Draco's hips tighter and started grinding Draco against his tongue. He used his superior strength to pull Draco's body back and forth as he tried to lick deeper and deeper inside of him. Draco tasted so fucking good. He tasted sweet and Harry couldn't get enough.

Draco's screams were unrelenting. "Oh, my fuck, Harry Agh" Draco screamed against Harry's tongue. He couldn't control his moans of pleasure or his screams of ecstasy. Harry was only fueled by Draco's desperate noises. He continued fucking Draco with his tongue, savoring the delectable taste of him. Draco was a babbling incoherent mess. Screaming nonsense as he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled off of Harry slightly "Fuck, Fuck Harry, slow down, stop stop your gonna make me cum" Draco cried, tears falling down his eyes at the stimulation.

Harry grabbed onto Draco's hips tighter. "Then cum because I'm not stopping" he growled. Then he pulled Draco right back down on his face and his tongue fucked him faster and deeper than before. Draco's head was thrashing back and forth at the action. He could feel his climax approaching but tried to hold it off. He didn't want to cum yet. He didn't want it to be over yet. He wanted to savor it for at least a little longer, but Harry was tongue fucking him too good for Draco to hold off his orgasm for more than a few seconds. It wasn't long before Draco nutted. Ropes and ropes of cum exploded from his body all over Harry's stomach.

Draco collapsed forward onto Harry's legs as soon as he orgasmed. He could no longer hold his body weight up. He had never cum so hard in his life. He had never cum so much in his life either. His orgasm was so intense that he saw white as he rested his body on Harry's legs. He felt so fucking good. Even post orgasm he felt truly amazing. He felt so connected to Harry at that moment. Laying safely on Harry's legs, cum drying between them, it made him feel warm inside.

Harry sat up on the bed a little, careful not to move too much, and jostled Draco out of his position lying on Harry's lap. He was able to sit himself fully up so that his back was resting on the headboard and Draco was still collapsed forward on his legs. He started rubbing slow circles on the small of Draco's back, coaxing Draco out of his post-orgasmic state. Once Draco came too again Harry maneuvered him so that Draco was lying right next to him with his head resting on his chest.

Harry pulled Draco tight so they were cuddling. He let his hands roam down Draco's back until they found his ass again. He pulled Draco's right leg over his midsection and rested his left hand on the globe of his ass pulling them even closer to each other. "My god you are so perfect" Harry whispered.

Draco just snuggled closer to Harry burying his face in Harry's chest as Harry slowly rubbed circles in his ass. Draco looked down at their bodies and saw that Harry's legs were covered in his cum. Draco cringed at the sight of his seed all over Harry. He certainly didn't mean to cum so much. Not that he could control it, but he truly didn't expect to make such a mess. "Do you know any cleaning charms to clean us up?" Draco asked. He knew a few cleaning charms himself but he didn't have a wand so it was up to Harry to take charge of the cleaning.

"Sure, but we don't need a cleaning charm," Harry said before dragging his hand up his leg and scooping up the cum that was slowly drying. He brought his hand to his lips and sucked all of Draco's nut off his fingers. They both moaned at the same time. Draco at the sight of Harry eating his seed and Harry at the taste of it.

Harry hummed in approval, "You taste so good baby, wanna taste?" Harry asked as he offered his fingers to Draco. Draco grinned at Harry and pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them enthusiastically. Not so much because he enjoyed the taste of his own cum but more because Harry's fingers were in his mouth. He grabbed Harry's wrist so he wasn't tempted to pull his fingers out and continued sucking his digits. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure as he slobbered all over Harry's fingers.

Harry could only stare at Draco in awe as he sucked on his fingers like a lollipop. Draco was so perfect. He did everything with such enthusiasm. He stared at him mesmerized at the way Draco was sucking his fingers. He wore this blissed-out expression on his face. An expression that Harry was quickly getting addicted to. It was this far away look, almost blank expression. It looked like Draco's mind was completely absent of thought as he surrendered himself to his desires. It amazed Harry that Draco always had this particular look on his face.

Harry wrapped his hand around Draco's fingers and softly pulled them away from his wrist. He slid his fingers from Draco's mouth earning a whine and protest from Draco. Harry slipped his wet fingers back into his own mouth. Tasting the saliva that Draco left on his digits. Draco's whines of protest turned into whines of pleasure at the sight. Harry slipped his fingers out of his mouth and brought their lips together in a passionate kiss. Mixing cum and saliva between their mouths.

When Harry finally pulled back from the kiss he asked "Do you like the way you taste?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders in dismissal " I want to taste you Harry" Draco stated

"I know you do, you cumslut" Harry said while smirking.

Draco shook his head again. "I'm not a cumslut Harry." Draco glared. "I'm your cumslut. There's A big difference. I don't usually swallow you know, but for you, I would. I'd warm your cock in my mouth for hours at a time then suck you off until you cum down my throat. Then I'd slurp it all up and I wouldn't waste a drop. I'd suck you dry."

Harry hummed his approval at Draco's promise. He wanted that. He wanted anything that Draco wanted actually. He realized that there was nothing that Draco could suggest that Harry wouldn't want to do. No matter how kinky, how strange, how socially unacceptable Harry wanted it. And it wasn't just because Draco was beautiful or because he felt so good in Harry's arms but it was that expression. That expression Draco would make when they were intimate. He was so used to Draco's scowls and glares that this look of happiness that he wore was truly addicting. Harry was addicted to this one look and he wanted to see it all the time. He didn't care if that meant he would have to keep Draco situated in this bed for the rest of time, he would do anything to keep that look on his face.

Harry thought back to Draco's offer. He did want Draco to suck him off again, simply because he was fantastic at it and he looked gorgeous while doing it. But, unfortunately, the cock sucking would have to wait because Harry wanted to fuck. He was desperate for it. "Maybe later. Right now I'm gonna fuck this perfect little cunt of yours" Harry said while rubbing Draco's bare ass.

Draco shuttered. "Ok" was all he could choke out. That whispered ok was all the permission Harry needed. Without moving from their current cuddling position Harry wordlessly summoned his wand. He performed a quick lubrication spell on his fingers and then dropped the wand back off the bed.

Without saying a word he brought his wet fingers to Draco's hole and plunged his middle finger inside. Draco gasped at the intrusion and Harry brought their lips together and swallowed the noise with his tongue. He continued to lick into Draco's mouth as Draco panted and gasped at the feeling of Harry's fingers going in and out of his entrance.

Harry simply smiled "How's that feel?" he asked

"Really good Harry" Draco whined. His mouth was hanging open. Harry added another finger. Scissoring the fingers inside of Draco and slowly working him open more.

"I could make you cum just like this if I wanted to," Harry whispered in Draco's ear.

Draco could do nothing but nod. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. His mind focused on the feeling of Harry's fingers pumping in and out of him "You could make me cum just by looking at me I think" Draco replied, half in a daze. Harry's fingers felt so good, it was the only thing that Draco had room to think about.

Harry chuckled at Draco's desperate response, inserting another finger inside him. He slowly worked Draco's hole open at a leisurely pace. Slowly fingering Draco to tears. Harry kept kissing him through it, massaging his tongue with slow concentrated licks. Draco was in a state of euphoria at the slow finger fucking. All he could do was open his mouth and stick out his tongue. Too far gone to actually actively kiss Harry anymore.

"You like getting finger fucked like this?" Harry asked as he added a third finger. Draco only nodded in response. He loved the feeling of Harry's fingers inside of him. It made him feel so good. Harry continued slowly fucking Draco with three fingers opening him up until he was loose enough to take his cock.

"You ready for my cock?" Harry asked.

Draco frantically nodded in response. Oh, he wanted Harry to take him right then and there. He wanted to feel Harry's big dick stretching him open completely. With Draco's approval, Harry slid his fingers out of him, causing Draco to moan at the loss. He shoved his wet fingers into Draco's mouth encouraging him to taste himself. Draco didn't disappoint. He sucked on Harry's fingers with the same gusto he sucked cock with, slobbering over his digits and coating them with saliva.

Harry was mesmerized by the way Draco was sucking his fingers. His mouth was so wet and so warm and he sucked on his digits so sloppily, Harry had to pinch himself with his other hand to keep from cumming at the sight of it.

"That's it, get it nice and wet," Harry said.

Draco nodded, signaling that he heard what Harry said. He kept sucking and spitting on his fingers, leaving Harry's hand glistening wet. By the time Harry pulled his fingers from Draco's mouth his whole hand was covered in Draco's spit. Harry brought his hand back to Draco's ass and rubbed the spit all over his hole. Pumping his fingers in a few times just to make sure Draco was truly ready and open for him.

Once Harry determined that Draco was ready, he got up from their cuddled position on the bed and moved in between Draco's legs. He wrapped his hand around Draco's thighs and pulled them apart as wide as they could go. Harry was pleasantly surprised to see how flexible Draco was. He couldn't wait to bend and maneuver him in the most dirty ways.

Harry placed his hands under both of Draco's knees and pushed them toward his chest, leaving his perfect ass on full display. Harry leaned down to get a closer look at his glistening hole. Draco's hole was gaping. wet and ready to be destroyed, so Harry grabbed his cock and brought it to Draco's crack. He slowly teased the entrance before finally slipping his cock inside.

He let out a ragged moan as he was immediately enveloped by Draco's tight heat. He looked down and watched in amazement as Draco let out a deep guttural moan of his own at the invasion. Draco was in heaven, his eyes were slammed shut and his mouth was wide open. Harry took that as a sign to keep going so he slowly pushed his way deeper inside of him, careful not to go too fast. He kept his eyes on Draco's face, keeping a steady pace until he was balls deep inside Draco's hole.

Harry paused for a moment so that Draco could get used to the size of him. He leaned down and kissed him. Whispering soft words of praise at how well Draco was doing. Once he felt Draco fully relax he started slowly thrusting in and out of him at a leisurely pace.

Draco threw his head back in pleasure. Moaning and groaning at the feeling of Harry thrusting in and out of him. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling. It was at that moment that Draco realized that there was no better feeling than what he was feeling right then. Harry was on top of him, holding him down and pushing into him. He'd never had the pleasure of being this connected to Harry before. Harry was all around him. He could taste him, he could touch him, he could feel him, he could smell him, he was inside of him. Everything around him was Harry Harry Harry and it was the most perfect moment in Draco's life.

"Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me take you" Harry demanded.

Draco blinked his eyes open and looked down at their bodies. He moaned at the sight of their joint connection.

"Oh my - fuck" Draco's whined. His eyes fluttered closed yet again as he bit down on his swollen lips. Harry's cock was so big and so thick that Draco felt like he was being split completely open.

"Fuck you feel so good" Harry leaned down and whispered in Draco's ear. He started to pick up the pace at this point. Fucking into Draco deeper and quicker. He pulled his cock out halfway before quickly shoving it back inside, right where it belonged.

"H- H- Harry" Draco managed to cry.

His desperate noises only fueled Harry. He wanted to give Draco more of his cock, so he pulled out almost completely before slamming his hips right back in. Fucking Draco as deep and as fast as he possibly could.

Draco's eyes were closed again. His eyelashes were fluttering and his red lips were parted open, letting out desperate gasps. His back was arched up as he took what Harry gave him. He looked completely blissed out, but Harry didn't want him to miss how beautiful they looked joined together.

"Open your eyes. I want you to watch" Harry said. Draco opened his eyes and watched Harry pump in and out of him. Draco was mesmerized by the sight. The contrast of Harry's tan dick sliding in and out of his pale ass was a sight to behold. Draco stared at their joined bodies and gave into the feelings it stirred within him.

"Oh shit. It feels so fucking good Harry. You fuck me so so good" Draco panted out. Harry kept fucking him in that position. Slamming his cock into Draco's hole over and over again until he grazed Draco's prostate. Draco's head fell back in pleasure at the feeling and he screamed.

"Yes Harry, right there right there, don't stop, don't stop," Draco screamed out. Harry didn't stop. How could he? He was experiencing just as much pleasure as Draco was. Draco's ass was so tight and warm, Harry had to concentrate really hard on not cumming too early. He wanted to enjoy this, he wanted Draco to enjoy this, so he held himself back and fucked into Draco at a brutal pace.

Draco could no longer look down at their joined bodies too lost in pleasure to concentrate. His head was thrown back on the bed and his eyes were opened staring at the ceiling. He wrapped his hands around Harry's face and brought his forehead down toward his. He wanted to look into Harry's eyes as he fucked him.

Draco almost came from the intensity of Harry's expression once he brought their foreheads together. Harry was looking at him like he wanted to devour him whole and Draco was a powerless heap under his gaze.

'I'm gonna cum Harry,' Draco moaned. Draco's back arched as the feeling bubbling inside him intensified. Harry didn't say a word. He just slid his hand between their bodies and grabbed Draco's dick. He wrapped his hand around it and started pumping it in time with his thrusts. He stroked Draco up and down and spread his leaking precome all over his shaft.

Harry kept thrusting into Draco at a brutal pace as he watched Draco slowly approach the edge. Draco's moans got louder and louder as his body was abused with every stroke and pull. Harry sped up his strokes and thrusts. Draco was screaming so loud, that Harry was sure the students still left in the great hall could hear him.

"Harry can I cum, please. Can I cum?" Draco asked, or better yet begged.

Harry nodded his head in agreement. "Come for me, baby," he whispered.

At Harry's permission, Draco let out a heavy scream as he started to orgasm. He arched his back and thrashed his head from side to side at the powerful feeling of his climax. Harry had to lean back and rest his weight on his hands so that Draco could thrash around the bed in peace. Draco's legs trembled and his vision went white as he squirted thick white ropes of cum all over himself. The feeling was so powerful and so all-consuming that he passed out as soon as it was over.

Seeing that he fucked Draco unconscious was enough to make Harry blow his load right then and there. It only took him three more thrusts before he released himself completely inside of Draco's ass. He shuttered his way through his orgasm before losing his strength and collapsing on top of Draco. He rested his ear against Draco's chest and matched his shallow breaths with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Harry laid like that for several minutes, waiting for Draco to gain consciousness. Eventually, he felt his dick softening so he slowly pulled out of Draco, whining at the loss of their connection. He maneuvered himself so that he was lying beside Draco while keeping their bodies completely flushed together. He kept his head on Draco's chest and continued to listen to his heartbeat.

Two minutes into their new cuddled position, Harry noticed Draco beginning to regain consciousness again. Lifting his head from Draco's chest, he gazed intently at him. Draco's eyelids fluttered open, and their eyes immediately locked in a moment of connection. After a brief pause, Harry leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Draco's lips.

Breaking the kiss, Harry asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Draco, still groggy, inquired, "Did I pass out?"

"Yeah, but only for a few minutes," Harry shrugged reassuringly.

"Fuck," Draco chuckled, his face reddening in embarrassment. He hid his face in the crook of Harry's neck, seeking solace. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Draco's bashfulness.

"Don't get shy on me now baby, I quite like that I fucked you out cold " Harry teased, his voice lighthearted.

Draco couldn't help but smile back at him "Yeah me too. I just can't believe I did that. I've never done that before." he replied

"What passed out?" Harry inquired

"No. I mean yeah. I just meant that I've also never cum that hard or felt that good in my life. It was so intense." Draco explained in awe.

"I'm glad I could make you feel good," Harry said, the smile on his face was evident in his tone.

"You made me feel really good" Draco mumbled as he cuddled closer to Harry. Reveling in the feeling of skin-to-skin contact that they shared.

"Hey," Harry said, seemingly remembering something. Draco raised his eyebrows significantly "Still want to swallow my cum?" He asked with a smirk.

Draco's eyes lit up at Harry's question. 'Of course" he responded. Harry reached between Draco's legs and stuck two fingers in his ass. Draco hissed at the intrusion, still sensitive from his orgasm. Harry scooped his cum out of Draco's ass and brought his fingers to Draco's lips encouraging him to take a lick. Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and wrapped his lips around his fingers. He sucked his seed clean off, tasting him for the first time.

Draco moaned at the taste. Harry tasted just as good as he thought he would. Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco seemingly waiting to hear his opinion. Draco kept Harry's fingers in his mouth a little while longer, simply enjoying the feeling of his mouth being full. Eventually against his will, he pulled his fingers out so he could talk.

"Delicious," Draco exclaimed, his words accompanied by a satisfied smirk. Harry couldn't contain his laughter, playfully slapping Draco's chest in response. Looking up at Draco, Harry's eyes widened as he took in the enormous grin spread across his face. It was a sight that warmed Harry's heart like never before. Seeing Draco so genuinely happy and content made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They just lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, basking in the comfortable silence, both elated and utterly satisfied.

After a while, Draco began to shift uncomfortably. He glanced down and noticed his body was drenched in saliva, sweat, and cum. He definitely needed a shower—preferably with Harry, but Draco quickly shook off that thought. If Harry joined him they would just go for round 2 and his body was too sore for those activities so soon after his earth-shattering orgasm. So, he settled for a cleaning charm instead.

"Hey, can I borrow your wand?" Draco asked, breaking the post-intimacy silence.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What for?" he inquired.

Draco responded, rolling his eyes, "To cast a cleaning charm, obviously."

"Oh," Harry replied, understanding dawning on him. He pulled himself off Draco's body and leaned over the side of the bed, retrieving his wand from the floor. Handing it to Draco, he said,

"Here you go."

Draco took the wand and swiftly cast a cleaning charm, removing all traces of dried fluids, sweat, and saliva from their skin.

"You know, technically this is my wand," Draco stated matter-of-factly, looking at Harry.

Harry snatched the wand back from Draco's hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Actually, technically it's my wand. I rightfully earned it when I overpowered you for it, so its allegiance is to me," he retorted playfully.

Draco glared at Harry, a hint of annoyance in his expression. "Well, I brought the wand, so actually it's mine," he argued.

Harry raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Hmm, did you actually buy it, or did your parents buy it?" he asked, feigning confusion.

Draco waved him off dismissively. "Potato, potato," he said, brushing off the minor difference.

Harry nodded his head impressed. "Okay, points for using the term correctly, but I'll have to deduct points for execution. It's 'potato, potahto.' If you pronounce them both the same way, it kind of defeats the purpose," he pointed out.

Draco stared at Harry, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Was Harry being serious? He seemed to be missing the whole point, and it was more than mildly frustrating for Draco. "Who the fuck cares, Harry? Just give me back my wand," he exclaimed, his irritation evident in his tone.

Harry shook his head, a determined look on his face. "I really wish I could, baby, but I need it," he said firmly, sending a shiver down Draco's spine. Draco took a slow breath, trying to calm his racing heart. There was something about Harry calling him "baby" and speaking with that serious, authoritative tone that affected Draco deeply. It made him want to submit to Harry's desires and do whatever he asked. But he couldn't let Harry's pet names and dominant nature distract him from his frustration.

"This isn't fair, Harry, and you know it. I'm a wizard, and I need my fucking wand. I shouldn't have to ask you every time I want to cast a simple spell," Draco argued, his voice laced with frustration.

Harry huffed at Draco's response, but he seemed to understand where Draco was coming from. "I'll buy you a new one, I promise. As soon as we settle all this post-war mess, I'll get you the most expensive wand you can imagine. But for now, let's share yours. I don't plan on leaving your side anytime soon, so you don't have to worry about me taking it, okay?" Harry offered, trying to find a compromise.

Draco rolled his eyes, but he reluctantly nodded, agreeing to Harry's plan. He turned his head to the side, attempting to hide his smile. He knew he was being pathetic, letting the promise of Harry's presence make him drop the whole subject. Draco, the most magically dependent wizard on planet Earth, was willing to share his own wand simply because Harry agreed to spend time with him. He was fully aware of his intense love for the idiot, but sometimes, even he found it overwhelming.

"Why do you want to keep my wand anyway? Why not buy yourself a new one instead of getting me a replacement?" Draco eventually asked curiously, genuinely interested in Harry's reasoning.
Harry's gaze softened as he looked at Draco, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I love how your wand feels. It responds to me so well, almost as perfectly as my old wand. But the difference is, when I cast spells with your wand, I can sense a trace of your magic. It's faint, but your essence is inside the wand. Every time I use it, I can feel a connection to you. I'm not willing to give up that feeling," Harry explained, his words causing Draco's breath to hitch. Draco couldn't argue with that. The connection Harry described was something he cherished too.

Draco's smile widened as he extended his hand, silently requesting the return of his wand. Harry hesitated, his gaze fixed on Draco's outstretched hand. Oh, so they were starting this whole 'sharing of a wand without asking permission' thing immediately. Harry's fingers twitched on the wand, he had a strong desire to question Draco, He wanted to know what Draco needed the wand for before relinquishing it. But then he remembered the agreement they literally just made, and fought against his own impulses to interrogate. After a few seconds of internal struggle, he reluctantly handed the wand back to Draco.

With the wand now securely in Draco's possession, he proceeded to perform his spell, while Harry watched intently. Draco pointed the wand towards a nearby cabinet and softly uttered the incantation, "Accio vial." In response, a clear vial gracefully flew out from the cabinet, landing in Draco's open palm. Closing his eyes in deep concentration, Draco then directed the wand towards his own head. A slender tendril of silvery light emerged from his temple, delicately snaking its way toward the wand's tip. With precision, Draco guided the shimmering strand, coaxing it into the awaiting vial. The process concluded with a small, satisfying pop as he swiftly corked the vial, sealing the captured memory within.

Harry silently observed the entire sequence, his curiosity piqued. While familiar with the technique from his encounters with Snape and Dumbledore, he couldn't help but wonder why Draco was extracting a memory immediately after their intimate encounter. The timing surprised him, considering his own mind was still reeling from the intensity they had just shared. Questions swirled in Harry's mind, eager to be answered. Why was Draco extracting a memory right after they had sex? And most importantly, what memory was he extracting?

Though a strong desire to interrupt and question Draco tugged at Harry, he recognized the significance of exercising self-restraint. He understood that his control issues were something he needed to address, not only for personal growth but also for the well-being of their relationship. Suppressing his inquiries, Harry allowed Draco to complete the process undisturbed. Only after Draco had returned the silver vial to the cabinet across the room did Harry finally speak up, ready to get answers.

"You just extracted a memory, didn't you?" Harry asked, a curious glint in his eyes, even though he already knew the answer.

Draco simply nodded in response, a hint of resignation dancing in their eyes.

He gave Draco a puzzled look and blurted out, "Why did you do that? I don't get it. What memory did you take?"

Draco replied matter-of-factly, "The memory of us fucking."

Harry's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Why would you need to store a memory like that? It literally just happened. Are you afraid you're going to forget it or something? Because based on how you were screaming my name and begging for more, I doubt you would ever forget our first time together," he said, a mixture of surprise and smugness lacing his words.

Draco paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "No, it's not about forgetting," he explained. "It's about making copies of memories. So that I can relive them and watch them later. And, well, it's just a precaution, you know? Just in case."

"What do you mean, 'just in case'? Just in case what?" Harry asked, his voice betraying a complex blend of curiosity and concern.

Draco chuckled nervously, his composure wavering. "Just in case, Harry, geez," he replied, attempting to lighten the mood.

Harry's confusion deepened as he pressed for a clearer answer. "Just in case what, Draco? Just in case you get amnesia and suddenly forget we had sex?" Harry's tone held a hint of playful sarcasm, but he was serious, nonetheless.

Draco shook his head, "No, I'm not going to forget. I told you, it's a copy of a memory, not a removal of one. I just meant... I'm storing it just in case you change your mind," he admitted, his voice softening.

Harry's head reeled back as if slapped, his voice trembling with a mix of hurt and urgency. "Change my mind about what?" he asked, his words gentle but laced with a need for clarification. Deep down, he already knew what Draco was getting at, but he yearned to hear it directly from him.

Draco met Harry's gaze with a pointed look, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "You know what, Harry. C'mon," he replied, his tone suggesting a hint of exasperation.

Alarm bells rang in Harry's mind, their resonance echoing through his thoughts. Every fiber of his being longed to provide Draco with reassurance, to convey that his commitment was unwavering. "Change my mind about what?" Harry pressed further "About being with you? I'm not going to change my mind about that, baby. I swear to you, I'm not. I'm in this for the long haul. You just have to trust me," he pleaded, his words spilling out with a touch of desperation.

Draco sighed, his voice softening as he sought to explain his perspective. "This isn't about me not trusting you, Harry. I do trust you. But at the same time, I know you. I know how you are. You're impulsive, reactionary, hesitant. You're prone to changing your mind at the drop of a dime. Today alone, you've had doubts about me multiple times. What am I supposed to do if, when you inevitably change your mind again? Even if you have every intention of staying with me, what happens a week from now, or a month from now, or a year from now when you have a change of heart? Where does that leave me? Alone, heartbroken, and consumed by depression. But these memories, these memories I save, they will be my solace. They will sustain me through the pain," Draco revealed, his voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and fear.

Harry took a deep breath, his mind swirling with a confusing blend of emotions. He couldn't quite comprehend why this bothered him so much. Draco had every right to save any and all memories he wanted, to hold onto the moments that meant something to him. But it was the underlying fear and doubt that troubled Harry. Draco's actions seemed driven by the fear of being abandoned, and that was the furthest thing from Harry's intentions. The thought of leaving Draco was inconceivable, especially after the depth of connection they had just shared.

"When I inevitably change my mind?" Harry repeated in confusion. "For the last time, I'm not going to change my mind. You keep saying that I'm fickle and indecisive, but let's not forget that I only found out about your feelings this morning. Feelings that I had to coax out of you, I might add. So if anyone was hesitant, it was you. I have wholeheartedly embraced this relationship, and you're not giving me any credit for it. In just a few hours, I've accepted your feelings, let go of the past, expressed my desire for you, fucked your brains out, and committed myself to us. If you'd asked me, I'd say we're moving pretty damn fast. And its pretty fucked up that right after we have sex you start preparing for the possibility that I might break your heart. What more do you want from me to prove that I'm serious about us?" Harry asked, his words sharp with frustration.

Draco simply stared at Harry, a moment of silence hanging between them. It seemed like he still didn't grasp where Draco was coming from, which was all too typical of Harry. Reading Harry was second nature to Draco; it came instinctually. He understood what Harry was doing. Harry was so focused on defending himself and asserting his righteousness that he wasn't truly listening to what Draco was saying at all.

"You just don't get it, Harry, and I can't explain it to you," Draco said, his voice filled with defeat.

"No, I do get it. I just don't agree with it," Harry responded firmly.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, his demeanor nonchalant. "Well, you don't have to," he replied.

Harry glared at Draco, his frustration mounting at the blatant dismissal. "So, this is how it's going to be now? Every time we have sex, I'm going to have to watch you pull the memory out of your head?" Harry asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

"No, not every time," Draco responded casually.

Harry shook his head, his disappointment evident. "And you don't see how unhealthy that is? You don’t see how that is setting us up for failure. It's unnecessary, Draco... I'm not going anywhere--"

"Ugh," Draco groaned, cutting Harry off abruptly. He was beyond frustrated. "Are you proposing to me?" he asked sharply

"What?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you proposing to me?" Draco repeated.

"Uhh, no... I mean, we're young... I don't... it's..." Harry stumbled over his words.

Draco interrupted before Harry could stumble further. "Then you can't promise me forever. You just can't. I am in love with you. I always have been, since the first time I saw you. I know that I'm never going to get over you. EVER. So, if storing memories helps me feel secure, why can't you give me that? Why are you turning this into something that it is not?" Draco asked angrily, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

Harry nodded, absorbing Draco's words and realizing the validity of his perspective. He shouldn't take this personally. If copying memories made Draco feel good, who was Harry to stop him? "Okay," Harry said, accepting defeat. "You’re right. I'm sorry."

Draco nodded in acknowledgment, a soft smile gracing his lips. Leaning down, he pecked Harry's lips a few times, a gentle reassurance that he wasn't upset. Harry couldn't resist deepening the kiss, his desire intensifying as he pried Draco's mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. They sat there, lost in their passionate exchange until Harry finally pulled away.

"You know," Draco began to say after their lips parted. Harry raised his eyebrows, silently urging Draco to continue.

"I didn't just save the memory for security purposes," Draco said seductively, his voice laced with desire.

Harry's eyes darkened, his own desire mirroring Draco's. "Oh yeah," Harry responded, giving Draco a seductive look of his own. Draco felt a jolt of arousal, his knees rubbing together instinctively in response to Harry's intense gaze.

"Yeah," Draco responded breathlessly, his voice filled with anticipation. A smile spread across Harry's face as he climbed on top of Draco, pushing his back flat against the bed. He began kissing and licking at Draco's neck, drawing out delicious moans from deep within him.

"Oh, but baby, you won't have time to actually watch it because we'll be too busy fucking," Harry responded, his voice dripping with desire.

Draco closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the intoxicating touch of Harry. "You can't be with me every second, Harry," Draco whispered, his voice filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability.

"Oh yeah? Why not?" Harry asked, his lips trailing down Draco's body, leaving a path of fiery kisses along his chest.

"Because you have friends and family that you'll want to spend time with. And not to mention the rest of the wizarding world is going to need you," Draco practically whimpered, his words laced with longing.

"Hmmmm," Harry murmured, taking one of Draco's nipples in his mouth, eliciting a shudder of pleasure. He pulled back slightly, his voice laden with desire. "And while I'm off doing that, you'll be at home, jerking off to images of us fucking?" Harry asked.

Draco simply nodded, unable to form words in response, his arousal skyrocketing from the stimulation to his nipples

"Then I guess I'm going to have to fuck you a whole lot, so you'll have plenty of memories to store," Harry said, his voice husky with desire, before biting down gently on Draco's nipple, igniting a surge of pleasure.

Draco let out a yelp of pleasure, his voice filled with anticipation. "Mmmmm, I'll hold you to that," he moaned, his desire evident.

"Oh, you won't have to hold me to anything, baby. I can't keep my hands off you. I'll make sure you're so satisfied, you won't even remember your name, let alone be copying a memory," Harry responded, his voice laced with passion.

Draco simply moaned in response to Harry's promise, his body aflame with desire. "You can try, Harry, but I've been doing this for years. You'll have to fuck me extra hard if you want me to forget to copy it." Draco said seductively, his words dripping with confidence.

Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, Draco pulled him in for a filthy kiss. Harry allowed Draco's tongue to explore his mouth, giving in to his lover's urgent needs. However, Harry's mind was plagued by distractions. Did Draco just say he had been doing this for years? How many sex memories did Draco have locked away in his cupboard? Thoughts of Draco jerking off to images of him with Blaise, Theo, and the countless other boys he slutted himself out for, stirred up a surge of jealousy within Harry. It was enough to make him want to destroy every vial of memories Draco possessed.

Harry attempted to let go of his jealousy and focus solely on the sensation of Draco's tongue, but his emotions proved untamable. Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, he pulled away from Draco, fully seated on his lap. Placing his hands firmly on Draco's shoulders, he took a few deep breaths, desperately trying to regain his composure. The last thing he wanted was to lash out at Draco or start another argument. He had already done enough of that today. However, he needed Draco to understand that he was not okay with him watching memories of his past sexcapades.

Harry gazed down at Draco, his touch gentle as he caressed his cheek, tracing soothing circles across his cheekbone. He took his other hand and reached it between his legs to grab Draco's cock and started jacking him off slowly.

"You are mine Draco. Not Blaise's, not Theo's, and not any of your other little boyfriends," Harry declared possessively, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and ownership. He understood that a turned-on Draco was a more compliant Draco, and he had no qualms about using their sexual connection to emphasize his point. A flicker of doubt crossed Harry's mind momentarily. Was it manipulative? But he quickly dismissed the thought, considering it rather clever instead.

Draco could only moan and nod in response to Harry's possessive words. He knew he belonged to Harry, always had, always will. Even amid his intimate encounters with others. He was undeniably Harry's, body, mind, and soul.

"I've compromised a lot today," Harry continued, his gaze locked on Draco's as he continued jerking him off "I didn't initially like the idea of you storing a multitude of memories, but I came around. I came around because I want you to be happy, and I want you to have what you want. But if you think I would ever be okay with you watching or possessing copies of you fucking other guys, then you really don't know me as well as you thought."

As Harry spoke, he showered Draco's body with kisses as he jerked him off at a fast pace, igniting a fire within him. Draco was on the verge of losing himself in the overwhelming pleasure, struggling to fully process Harry's accusations. Why would Harry think he would watch memories of himself with other boys? Draco would never subject himself to reliving those painful moments. The only reason he had been intimate with others was to numb the ache of not being with Harry, to fill the void that only Harry could truly satisfy.

Draco let out a frustrated sigh, finding Harry's insecurity and jealousy maddeningly irrational. How could Harry not understand the depth of Draco's love for him? Why was he so blind to the fact that Draco's heart belonged to him alone? There was no reason for Harry to feel this way, no reason for his unwarranted doubts.

Harry trailed his lips down Draco's body, continuing to kiss him with fervor. He wrapped his lips around Draco's cock and started sucking him off, fully aware of Draco's racing heartbeat and his imminent release. Withdrawing slightly from Draco's cock, Harry knew his next words held great significance.

Harry leveled Draco with an intense, unwavering gaze. "I want you to get rid of those other memories, Draco. You don't need them anymore," he demanded, his voice laced with determination and possessiveness.

Draco's breath came in heavy, desperate gasps, his body yearning for release. "I'm so close Harry," he moaned

"Are you going to get rid of them?" Harry pressed, his voice firm and insistent.

Draco was lost in his own world, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He barely registered Harry's words, consumed by his own desperate need. "Can I cum Harry?" Draco begged, his voice a desperate plea.

"Not until you answer me," Harry declared, not slowing down the speed of his strokes.

"Oh fuck Harry. I can't… I need to cum" Draco cried out desperately.

"Answer me, or I'll stop," Harry warned, his voice tinged with a hint of authority. "Are you going to get rid of those memories?"

"YES!" Draco shouted desperately, his voice filled with a sense of urgency and surrender. He wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to, but he knew he was willing to agree to almost anything if it meant getting to cum. With that affirmation, Harry's face lit up with a gentle smile, and he wrapped his lips around Draco's cock to continue sucking him off.

"Cum" he said, and just like that Draco released himself down Harry’s throat screaming his name in the process. Harry swallowed it all. His eyes remained fixed on Draco, drinking in the sight of his lover in the aftermath of his climax. The way Draco looked in those moments—beautiful, carefree, and radiating happiness—never failed to captivate him. It was a sight Harry would never tire of witnessing.

After a few moments of blissful silence, Harry disentangled himself from Draco and shifted back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. He gently pulled Draco towards him, cradling his head in his lap, relishing the softness of his hair beneath his fingers. Retrieving his wand from the floor, he passed the wand to Draco, a silent gesture of responsibility.

Draco peered up at Harry, confusion etched on his face. Clearly, he had missed something amidst their impromptu sexual encounter "What's this for?" Draco inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, you don't have to do it right away, but when you're ready, I think you should summon those other memories you have and destroy them," Harry explained, his voice gentle yet firm.

Draco's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. "Wait, I thought you said you were okay with me storing memories," he interjected, seeking clarification.

"I am okay with it," Harry affirmed, his gaze unwavering. "But what I can't accept are any memories of you fucking other people."

A flicker of understanding crossed Draco's features as he absorbed Harry's words. "Okay," he nodded slowly, his voice tinged with a mix of compliance and curiosity. "And you think I have copies of me fucking other people because..." Draco trailed off, seeking further clarification to dispel his confusion.

Harry's expression turned puzzled as he tried to make sense of Draco's words. "Because that's what you said, isn't it? Right before you kissed me, you mentioned storing memories for years," Harry stated, his voice tinged with confusion.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle, finding amusement in Harry's misunderstanding. Once again, Harry proved himself to be clueless, missing the true meaning behind Draco's words. "No, not sex memories," Draco clarified, his laughter still lingering. "I meant memories of us, Harry. I've been storing memories of us for years."

Harry's brows furrowed deeper, his confusion growing. "Wait, how is that possible? We've only had sex once. Well, if we count just now, then twice. Oh, and if we count the blowjob on the Astronomy Tower earlier, I guess that's three times. But I didn't finish up there, so maybe it doesn't count. So, technically, only twice. Well, maybe two and a half times. Yeah, let's go with that. So, we've only had sex two and a half times. How do you have a bunch of memories of it?" Harry questioned, attempting to unravel the mystery.

Draco let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes at Harry's confusion. Speaking with exaggerated patience as if addressing a toddler, he clarified, "Again not sex memories. They are memories of us over the years, Harry. Not memories of our intimate moments. Just memories of our interactions, the moments we've shared together."

As the realization washed over him, Harry's features softened, a mix of understanding and curiosity painting his expression. It all made sense now. "Oh," he whispered, his voice filled with comprehension. Harry's throat tightened, and he mustered the courage to ask the next question. "Can I... Can you show me?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Draco nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and fondness. He extended his wand, aiming it at the cupboard across the room. With a flick of his wrist, a small black box soared through the air, gracefully landing within Draco's reach. Uttering a murmured incantation, Draco unlocked the box, revealing a surprisingly large black tote bag. Another spell escaped Draco's lips, and the latch on the bag obediently clicked open. In one fluid motion, he upended the bag, causing its contents to spill onto the bed.

The sight before Harry was shocking. Countless clear vials, each filled with a silver liquid, now littered the surface of the bed. What caught Harry's attention was the meticulous labeling on each vial, with white tape indicating the stored memory within. Eagerly, he reached for one vial labeled "1st year Quidditch match," then another labeled "Forbidden Forest Detention," and yet another labeled "Dueling club H v. D." Harry's hands moved almost instinctively, picking up vial after vial, his eyes widening in astonishment at the sheer number of memories Draco had stored.

"Holy shit, Draco, there are so many?" Harry exclaimed; his astonishment evident in his voice.

Draco nodded, fully aware of the overwhelming quantity of memories he had collected. He understood that what he was doing was not entirely healthy, but he couldn't deny his addiction to preserving and revisiting those memories. Saving them, analyzing them, understanding them—it was a compulsion that provided him comfort. Throughout the years, he had stockpiled countless memories, all carefully stored for later viewing.

For the next twenty minutes, Harry became utterly absorbed in the sea of vials, his fingers delicately handling each one as he read the labels with a sense of wonder. Draco patiently observed Harry's exploration, watching his every move. Among the vast collection, one particular vial caught Harry's attention, its label reading, "Madam Malkins 1991." Entranced, Harry lifted the vial to the light, studying the swirling liquid within. His voice barely above a whisper, said "This is when we first met, isn't it?"

Draco confirmed with a simple, "Yeah."

Curiosity brimming, Harry asked without tearing his gaze away from the vial, "How many times have you watched this one?"

Draco whistled softly, his thoughts drifting into reflection. "I don't know," he admitted after a moment. "At least a hundred times. Probably more."

Harry's brows furrowed with genuine curiosity. "Why?" he inquired.

"To try to understand it," Draco explained, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "To try to figure out where it all went wrong, what I could have done differently, what I should have done differently. I don't know. Sometimes, I watched it just to torture myself, I think."

Finally tearing his eyes away from the captivating vial, Harry looked directly at Draco. With a hint of hesitation, Harry asked, "Can I watch it?" His desire to relive this particular memory increased as the moments passed.

With a nod, Draco rose from the bed and made his way to the cupboard where he kept the pensive. Retrieving the locked object, he brought it over to his end table. Harry watched in silent fascination as Draco set up the pensive, his movements deliberate and focused. Once everything was in place, Draco motioned for Harry to join him and requested the vial. Carefully, he poured the vial's contents into the pensive, both of them observing in silence as the clear blue water transformed into a shimmering silver-white.

"Are you ready?" Draco asked, seeking confirmation. Harry nodded, his anticipation growing, and together they submerged their faces into the liquid. In an instant, the familiar surroundings of Draco's dorm room faded away, replaced by a swirling darkness. After a brief moment, their feet landed softly on the carpeted floor of Madam Malkin's robe shop.

As Harry blinked his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness, he sensed Draco's presence beside him and noticed that Draco's gaze was fixed on something at the back of the shop. Curiosity piqued, Harry followed Draco's line of sight and involuntarily gasped. There, standing on a pedestal and being fitted for robes, stood an eleven-year-old Draco, radiating an air of youthful confidence. Harry stepped closer, wanting to examine the young boy more closely. Despite the differences in height and build, Draco looked exactly the same. He still possessed the same slicked-back hair, long pale eyelashes, and faint freckles on his face. It was impossible to deny that he was a truly beautiful young man.

As the bell above the shop's entrance chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer, Harry turned his attention toward the noise. To no surprise, an eleven-year-old version of himself entered the shop, looking lost. His eyes widened at the sight, realizing just how much he had changed over the years. The younger Harry appeared scrawny and malnourished as if he hadn't enjoyed a decent meal in ages—which Harry supposed was true.

Observing the scene unfolding before him, Harry watched as his younger self engaged in conversation with Madam Malkin. Curiosity tugged at him, but he couldn't help but steal glances at the younger Draco. To his surprise, Draco's gaze was locked upon the younger Harry, and Harry could see a spark of excitement light up in Draco's eyes. Although the younger Harry remained oblivious to Draco's presence, Draco's reaction was unmistakable. He stared at Harry as if he had beheld the most captivating sight, his breath seemingly caught in his throat. Harry felt compelled to move closer to the younger Draco, noticing a faint blush tinting his cheeks and a breathless quality to his demeanor.

Harry continued to analyze young Draco's behavior, intrigued by the way he seemed to gather his courage. However, his observations were interrupted as the younger version of himself stepped onto the pedestal beside Draco to be fitted for his robes. It was then that younger Harry noticed Draco for the first time, but his reaction appeared minimal. In contrast, Draco took a deep breath, as if mustering the bravery to speak his mind.

"You're going to Hogwarts too?" young Draco eagerly asked a young Harry, his excitement palpable. Harry couldn't help but smile at young Draco's clear excitement, taking a peak at younger him he realized that little Harry didn’t even notice Draco’s obvious enthusiasm.

"Yes," Harry heard his younger self reply, though he didn't turn to face him. He was too captivated by the eager expression on young Draco's face. "My father is picking up my books, and my mother is at the wand shop up the street. Afterward, I plan to convince them to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I might even bully my father into getting one for me and find a way to sneak it in. Do you have your own broom?" Draco rambled on, his face betraying a nervous energy. It was evident that he was trying to impress Harry.

"No," Harry heard his younger self reply, his tone irritated and slightly put off. He turned to face his younger self, sensing the irritation emanating from him, but he couldn't quite comprehend why. Draco was clearly attempting to engage and include Harry in the conversation, but for some reason, little Harry wasn't taking the bait.

Harry observed the entire interaction between the younger versions of Draco and himself in the robe shop. Seeing it from Draco's perspective, he realized that his initial impression of Draco had been completely off. He had failed to notice how much Draco genuinely liked him when they first met. But witnessing the younger Draco's emotions in that moment made Harry wonder how he had ever missed it.

After a brief conversation that lasted no more than five minutes, the younger Harry left the robe shop, leaving behind a bewildered Draco in the same spot. Harry closely observed young Draco's intense gaze as he watched young Harry's retreating figure until it disappeared completely from sight. Harry anticipated that the memory would end there, as it was all he remembered, but to his surprise, there was more to come.

"Wow," he heard the younger Draco whisper, his voice filled with awe. "Do you think he liked me?" he asked the elderly woman who was adjusting his robes.

She smiled warmly at him while working on the hem of his pants, offering a knowing look.
"I'm sure he did, sweetie," she responded sincerely. Draco beamed at her and turned his attention back to the door, a wide smile gracing his face.

Abruptly, the memory came to an end, and Harry and Draco were transported back to the seclusion of Draco's dorm room.

As Harry's vision adjusted and he regained his bearings, a surge of emotions overwhelmed him, prompting him to pull Draco into a tight embrace. Whispers of apology escaped Harry's lips as he held Draco close to his chest, seeking comfort in their closeness. After a while, Draco gently pulled away, his expression filled with confusion.

"Wait, why are you sorry?" Draco asked, confused.

"I'm sorry," Harry replied, his voice laden with remorse. "I didn't see it before. I didn't see you before. It's so clear to me now, especially after watching you in the robe shop. I was blind and stupid. I wasted so much time hating you when we could have been together from the start. I shouldn’t have judged you so quickly, I regret that. I should’ve given you a chance." Harry's words spilled out, tears glistening in his eyes, ready to cascade down his cheeks.

"Shhh, shhh," Draco cooed, stepping closer to Harry and gently cupping his face. "You don't have to carry any regrets, Harry. I don't mind that it took you longer to catch up. I would have waited a lifetime for you." Draco's voice held a mixture of tenderness and unwavering devotion as he spoke, accompanied by a heartfelt smile and an intense gaze that conveyed his sincerity.

As the tears streamed down Harry's face, he felt the overwhelming power of Draco's love radiating from every fiber of his being. Harry pulled Draco closer, their bodies pressed together, and rested his forehead against Draco's, luxuriating in the comfort of his embrace and the familiar scent that enveloped him.

"Can I tell you something else, something I've just realized?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Draco replied.

"I've realized that I love you too," Harry stated matter-of-factly, his words carrying the weight of his newfound realization.

Draco gasped, his own tears welling up in his eyes. "What?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy.

"I said I love you," Harry affirmed, nodding with certainty.

Draco beamed at Harry's words, his heart soaring with euphoria. He leaped into Harry's arms, their lips meeting in a kiss filled with depth, longing, and an outpouring of passion. As they parted, their need for air momentarily interrupting their connection, Harry held Draco close to his body, whispering sweet nothings and promises of forever into his ear.

They were ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, hand in hand, knowing that they had each other. They knew that their love would be tested, and their journey would be marked by petty arguments, explosive fights, temper tantrums, and storm outs. Yet, none of that mattered because they were in love and their love for each other was stronger than any obstacle they might encounter.

With hearts brimming with hope and a shared determination to nurture their newfound love, they eagerly stepped into the future, ready to rewrite their story or, at the very least, expand on it. They aimed to create a future built on compassion, understanding, and unwavering support—a future where they found solace and completeness in each other's arms.

And so, their story came to an end, but their love story was just beginning, with the promise of a future where they truly only needed each other.

THE END