AN: Smut warning...

The sun was casting long shadows through the windows by the time the boys awoke. Draco sleepily tried to snuggle deeper into the duvet and pulled Harry's arms more tightly around his torso. Harry laughed softly, his breath tickling the back of Draco's neck.

"Morning, Gorgeous." A soft trail of kisses was planted along Draco's neck, drawing a soft little contented noise from him.

"I definitely like waking up like this." Draco murmured sleepily. The trail of kisses continued until Harry was gently teasing his earlobe with his teeth.

"Wouldn't you rather be woken like this?" He whispered into Draco's ear, hands sliding down. Draco went to make a sound of agreement but it came out as more of a moan when Harry's hand tightened.

Draco tried to thrust into the touch, wanting more, but found himself restricted by his lover's arms. Harry held Draco tight, making sure to continue his languid, teasing pace.

"You alright there, love?" Even the tone was teasing. Draco felt a soft shiver run through him, quietly admitting to himself how much he loved it when Harry was like this. Over the last couple of weeks at Grimmauld place they'd been able to fully enjoy each other. It was rarer however for Harry to take the more dominant roll, quite happy for Draco to set the pace. It meant moments like this made Draco come undone all the quicker.

Harry was skilled. Had Draco had more of his wits about him he would have made some teasing remark about how much practice Harry must have had under the cover of silencing spells. As it was, Draco just moaned loudly.

When Draco desperately tried to thrust into the hand pleasuring him again, Harry pulled away. In one fluid motion he had Draco flipped onto his back and himself on top. Hips securely pinned to the mattress, Draco looked up at Harry feeling slightly breathless.

There was a definite glint in Harry's eyes, showing that he was enjoying this every bit as much as Draco. His dark hair was even messier than normal, mussed from sleep. He was bare but for the pair of boxers he wore. Draco noted that they were silk and had definitely been his last time he'd checked. He wondered if it was an honest mistake. He hoped not.

Slowly, Harry leaned forwards. He ran his hands along Draco's sides then pushed his hands above his head. Holding his wrists in place, Harry preceded to thoroughly kiss Draco. If he was going for senseless then he managed it.

Their tongues danced and Draco found himself moaning without realising it. Harry could feel Draco's erection pushing against him and moaned back eagerly. Harry vanished both pairs of silk boxers, gasping as even softer skin touched his own.

"Draco?" Despite being a breathy moan, Draco could hear the question in it. He stopped trying to create some friction between them at looked at Harry, trying to make sure all was fine. To his surprise Harry's self assured attitude from earlier seemed to have vanished. He looked nervous.

"Yes?" Draco eventually managed when it became clear Harry wasn't about to continue. There was a pause before Harry let out;

"Make love with me?" Emotions swept through Draco, the main being love and lust. He quickly pulled Harry back down for a passionate kiss.

"Yes, of course. How do you want to do this?" Draco finally managed, a little breathless from the kiss. Even though the kiss had made his answer rather obvious he still wanted to say it. This was a new step in their relationship but one he was more than ready to take, his hard cock testament to that fact.

"I don't mind. Do you want to go on top or bottom?" Draco thought about it for a moment. He had to admit he'd imagined this, both awake and asleep, but the roles they'd played had often switched.

"Bottom, I think, but can I be in control? At least at first?" Harry planted the softest of kisses on Draco's lips, making his heart flutter.

"Of course love. I'll prepare you first, yeah?" Draco nodded his agreement, pushing up to kiss Harry hard. They continued their make out session where it had left off, but this time Harry's hands wandered a little lower.

Harry broke off from their kiss to softly mutter the enchantment for a lubrication charm, before resuming their heated kiss. He gently caressed Draco before slowly sliding one finger in. Draco let out a short gasp and Harry slowed, allowing Draco to get used to it. Once Draco was writhing against him he began to move his finger at a steadier pace, adding another finger when Draco begged him to.

Harry desperately didn't want to hurt his lover. He wanted their first time to be perfect, so took his time to make sure he was ready.

"Please Harry." Draco moaned into his ear. He pulled his slick fingers out and rolled off Draco. Harry lay back in the middle of the huge bed and pulled Draco on top, so that he was straddling him. This way Draco was in full control.

Draco allowed his weight to pull him down, onto Harry's slicked cock. He moved quicker than Harry would have, obviously slightly less worried about hurting himself. He let out a small hiss all the same as he tried to grow accustomed to the sudden stretch.

It was good through. Draco only managed to slide himself up and down a couple of times before accidentally hitting his prostate. Stars bloomed across his vision as he let out a loud moan. As soon as his head had cleared enough, Draco started moving again.

He found it difficult to maintain any sort of pace in this position himself, his thigh muscles already screaming out. He enjoyed being able to control the angle however, ensuring each hit was better than the last.

"Move." He growled into Harry's ear. Harry was more than happy to oblige, thrusting up into Draco letting out a low moan himself. Upon reflection Draco decided that being in control was overrated. Losing control like this was so much better.

He pressed their chests together, drawing a lovebite out on Harry's soft skin while he relentlessly thrust into him. They were moaning in unison now.

Draco could feel his own climax building, any thought beyond the man thrusting beneath him had completely dissipated. He let out a loud cry, the only warning before he covered both of them in cum. A couple more thrusts bought Harry to a swift completion, the clenching of Draco's muscles around him being his undoing.

They collapsed together, not caring about the mess in their post orgasm bliss.

"Wow." Draco finally managed, murmured in Harry's ear. He felt Harry shake underneath him as he laughed.

"I'll say. You are wonderfully vocal Draco." The teasing tone was back and Draco found himself flushing deeply. Harry reached up to gently caress his cheek. "And I love making you blush too."

Draco pouted, causing Harry to laugh some more and kiss him fondly.

"We ought to get up. I need a shower." Harry said, earning him a good look in return. "Oh come on then."

Both boys got out of bed and raced to the bathroom, feeling more carefree than they had done in months.

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When Harry and Draco eventually made it to breakfast they found the kitchen quite. Not empty, but there was a definite silence between the other occupants.

"Everything alright?" Harry said, immediately concerned. At moments like this he always assumed the worst, and given they were at war the worst was a terrible thing. Hermione nodded stiffly. Harry turned to Viktor instead. "So, last night?"

"I did not change." Harry felt a small gush of relief, which was quickly eclipsed.

"Why do I feel like there is a huge but following that?"

"I am not unchanged. I vas in a lot of pain, you yourself healed the broken bones. My eyes feel too sensitive still, and my hearing is sharper. I feel…strange." Harry strongly hoped that Viktor's hearing wasn't too much better, but judging by the look on his face he'd heard exactly what had just happened upstairs.

"What do you mean strange?" Draco asked. It seemed he had also noticed the look and was eager to redirect the conversation.

"It is difficult to explain. It is not bad per say, but it is different." There was a pause as no one knew what to say. In that time Kreacher bought Harry and Draco a steaming plate of eggs each.

"Well, Lupin should be back in the next couple of days. He might be able to understand it a bit more." Harry eventually said. He started eating just for something to do. It still felt like there was an elephant in the room.

Hermione was not looking at any of them, staring morosely at her feet instead.

"I can't do this anymore." She said in a sudden rush. Harry made an enquiring noise round a mouthful of eggs. "I don't know how you do it Harry, how do you carry on despite how much you've lost?"

Images of Sirius and Cedric's bodies flashed across his mind. He pushed them away forcefully.

"I have to 'Mione, to make it worth it." He said gently.

"But aren't you scared that you're just going to lose even more? Lose the only good thing you have left?" She glanced over at Draco for the briefest of moments. Harry slipped his hand into Draco's felling in need of a bit of support.

"Course I am, I'm bloody terrified, but if I don't fight this war then the chances of him, of us, surviving it are even slimmer." Hermione was wringing her hands, looking very uncomfortable. Viktor stood and moved next to her, letting her lean into him.

"I just don't know if I can. It's like some instinct telling me I need to get away, I need to get somewhere safe." She said very quietly, wrapping her arms round her middle.

"We can't just give up Hermione! What about the horcruxes? We are the only ones who know, and how the hell else are we supposed to defeat the bloody maniac?" Hermione was in tears now but Harry didn't let that stop him. "We can't let Voldemort win!"

If Harry hadn't been in such a rage then he might have felt the tingle of magic as the wards changed around them.

Draco slipped his hand into Harry's as an attempt to calm him, while Krum glared at Harry for making Hermione so upset. He may not have agreed with her choices but he couldn't deny he wanted her safer, he defiantly didn't think Harry yelling at her was called for.

"Harry, why don't we go upstairs? This can be resumed later when everyone is a little calmer." Draco tried to be the voice of reason. After a moment Harry nodded firmly then all but stormed from the kitchen, dragging the blonde after him.

They had just made it into the hallway when the front door was blown off its hinges. Harry's wand was in his hand before it even hit the floor.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood proudly in the doorway.

"Using the Lord's name in vain, Potty?" She cackled.

AN: Sorry for any mistakes towards the end. I was so desperate to get this up today that it hasn't made it to the beta and back. I think I should probably also apologise for the end... That was completely unplanned literally to the point of me typing Voldemort. Oh well, horcrux hunting can wait!

I also am aware that Hermione may seem a little out of character. There are reasons for this, which I'd be interested to hear any theories on.