Chapter 1: You have my blessing.
Harry rolled over and opened his eyes, sunlight pouring in through the windows of his room. "Good morning, beautiful," He said, as he leaned down to kiss a drowsy Draco "Sleep well?" "You know perfectly well I didn't!" Laughed Draco, kissing him back. "And it's all your fault." " Is that so?" Asked Harry, his voice low and sexy. "Maybe you'll have to punish me then.?" "Yes, punishment seems to be in order." Growled Draco, as he pulled Harry down for a slow kiss. Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, deepening the kiss. The two men slowly rubbed into each other, revelling in the feeling of skin on skin. "You call this punishment?" Asked Harry, pulling away. "No, you're right. Perhaps a different approach?" Draco jumped up and pounced on Harry, turning him onto his stomach and straddling his arse. "Now, Professor Potter, hold still.." Draco slapped Harry's arse as had as he could. Harry flinched, but his eyes slowly began to shut, and he could feel the blood pooling at his groin. "Ahhh, I think he likes it," Said Draco, "Shall I do it again?" "No." Said Harry, nodding his head yes. He was harder now, it was becoming more difficult to hide his feelings as Draco continued to slap him harder and harder. Harry's breath grew shorter and more flustered. Draco could not help but pause for a moment, looking at his lover's gorgeous body. He stopped for a moment too long and suddenly Harry rolled over, with the strength that comes with a world-famous quidditch player, and Draco was sitting on his hips instead, with an erection almost as big as Harry's. "I think I'll fuck you now, Minister Malfoy, take you until you scream." Harry's voice was dripping with passion "And then you'll take me, yes? You are so tight in the mornings aren't you my love?" Draco took in a ragged breath "yes, Harry, please, please.. HOOT HOOT, with a noisy flurry of wings, Hedwig swooped through the entrance Harry had created for her, modelled on the muggle cat - flap, only in the roof. "Damn!" Said Harry, as he gently pushed Draco off him. " Who would that be?"
'Draco - I need to see you in my office, as soon as possible. Harry should also be getting ready to work, his first class starts in half an hour. - Dumbledore'
"He always knows," Grumbled Draco. "How can he expect me not to stay here, when you have to?" Harry chuckled. " At least he soundproofs the room for us. He is actually quite supportive." Both men rolled off the bed and began to get dressed, Harry into his dark green robes and Draco into a set of beautiful periwinkle blue. " Goodbye, my love," Said Harry, "Have a great day at the office after you talk to Dumbledore." " Yes, you too," Said Draco, "I'll see you tonight; we need to finish your punishment." Harry blushed at the thought, and headed out through the door.
Draco left a few minutes after him, and headed towards Dumbledore's office. He loved Harry so much, who ever would have thought they would get together? All through their first six years at Hogwarts they hated each other, but then in their seventh year something had changed. Draco had begun to see that perhaps his father's ways were not right. And Harry stopped being an arrogant prick. Half way through seventh year they began dating, Harry sneaking into Draco's private chambers (his father had used his power to get them for him after he became Head Boy). At the end of that year, when Harry was injured in the last fight against Voldemort, Draco had thought he would surely die if Harry did. But Harry survived, and after defeating Voldemort, Harry and Draco moved in together. 'Our life is perfect.' Thought Draco to himself, walking past his old classrooms. People in the wizarding world were more supportive of gay men than they are in the muggle world, according to Harry. Draco didn't understand when Harry talked about 'homophobia'; what was wrong with the way they lived? And as Minister for Magic, no one had ever discriminated against Draco. Draco sighed as his thoughts turned towards work. He wished Harry did not have to live here in this castle, but as Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts he was obliged to live in the castle. Between Harry's teaching and playing Quidditch for England, and Draco being the Minister for Magic, they never really had as much time together as they wanted. Draco came to the entrance to Dumbledore's rooms. "Cockroach Cluster." He murmured to one of the Gargoyles and they sprang apart, the door opening. "Ah, Minister Malfoy, you got my owl," Said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling, "Come in, come in, sit down. Tea, coffee?" "Tea would be nice, thank you sir." Draco still felt slightly intimidated by Dumbledore. After all. He was his old Headmaster, Harry's boss and, until Harry had completely come to strength and taken over the title, the most powerful wizard in the world. " There's no need to feel that way, Draco. You do not need to call me sir." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again. He must have read Draco's mind. "Yes sir, I mean sorry sir, I mean sir.. Damn!" Draco grinned, "Ok, let's just not worry about it." Dumbledore laughed along with Draco. "I'm sure you are wondering, Draco, why I asked you to see me this morning." "Yeah," Answered Draco, "A bit." "Well, it has to do with Harry. I was wondering if you two are having problems?" "No! Not at all!" Draco was shocked. "Why? Harry hasn't said anything has he? Has he spoken to you about anything at all?" "No, no. Nothing like that. But I can see in his eyes that he is slightly unhappy. He loves you more than anything in the world, Draco" Draco blushed. He loved Harry too. He loved everything about that man! The way his eyes flashed when his was angry, the way he snored gently, the noises he made when he came as they made love. Draco could never live without Harry. "Ahh, yes. I can see in your eyes the same love. Do you think maybe it is time to. do something about it?" "Professor Dumbledore, what are you saying?" "I give you my blessing for a binding ceremony." Draco's heart leapt! The binding ceremony in the wizarding world was an honour, full of tradition. A wizard could not just ask his lover to be bound to him, an independent party had to give their blessing first, without be asked. Harry and Draco had talked about binding in the past, but they knew they had to wait until someone recognised the strength of their love for themselves. " Oh sir, thankyou so much! You'll never know how much this means to us!" Draco was delirious with excitement. Finally, he and Harry could show the world their love for each other. "That is quite alright," Laughed Dumbledore, "But I suggest now you leave for work. You may use the fireplace here, I have floo powder over there in the wine goblet." Draco grinned to himself as he grabbed a handful of powder and through it into the fire, his insides felt like they were full of sunshine. "Ministry of Magic!" And disappeared in the green flames. 'Wonderful,' thought Dumbledore 'Happiness is a great gift, and combined with love it makes the most powerful magic of all.'
Harry rolled over and opened his eyes, sunlight pouring in through the windows of his room. "Good morning, beautiful," He said, as he leaned down to kiss a drowsy Draco "Sleep well?" "You know perfectly well I didn't!" Laughed Draco, kissing him back. "And it's all your fault." " Is that so?" Asked Harry, his voice low and sexy. "Maybe you'll have to punish me then.?" "Yes, punishment seems to be in order." Growled Draco, as he pulled Harry down for a slow kiss. Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, deepening the kiss. The two men slowly rubbed into each other, revelling in the feeling of skin on skin. "You call this punishment?" Asked Harry, pulling away. "No, you're right. Perhaps a different approach?" Draco jumped up and pounced on Harry, turning him onto his stomach and straddling his arse. "Now, Professor Potter, hold still.." Draco slapped Harry's arse as had as he could. Harry flinched, but his eyes slowly began to shut, and he could feel the blood pooling at his groin. "Ahhh, I think he likes it," Said Draco, "Shall I do it again?" "No." Said Harry, nodding his head yes. He was harder now, it was becoming more difficult to hide his feelings as Draco continued to slap him harder and harder. Harry's breath grew shorter and more flustered. Draco could not help but pause for a moment, looking at his lover's gorgeous body. He stopped for a moment too long and suddenly Harry rolled over, with the strength that comes with a world-famous quidditch player, and Draco was sitting on his hips instead, with an erection almost as big as Harry's. "I think I'll fuck you now, Minister Malfoy, take you until you scream." Harry's voice was dripping with passion "And then you'll take me, yes? You are so tight in the mornings aren't you my love?" Draco took in a ragged breath "yes, Harry, please, please.. HOOT HOOT, with a noisy flurry of wings, Hedwig swooped through the entrance Harry had created for her, modelled on the muggle cat - flap, only in the roof. "Damn!" Said Harry, as he gently pushed Draco off him. " Who would that be?"
'Draco - I need to see you in my office, as soon as possible. Harry should also be getting ready to work, his first class starts in half an hour. - Dumbledore'
"He always knows," Grumbled Draco. "How can he expect me not to stay here, when you have to?" Harry chuckled. " At least he soundproofs the room for us. He is actually quite supportive." Both men rolled off the bed and began to get dressed, Harry into his dark green robes and Draco into a set of beautiful periwinkle blue. " Goodbye, my love," Said Harry, "Have a great day at the office after you talk to Dumbledore." " Yes, you too," Said Draco, "I'll see you tonight; we need to finish your punishment." Harry blushed at the thought, and headed out through the door.
Draco left a few minutes after him, and headed towards Dumbledore's office. He loved Harry so much, who ever would have thought they would get together? All through their first six years at Hogwarts they hated each other, but then in their seventh year something had changed. Draco had begun to see that perhaps his father's ways were not right. And Harry stopped being an arrogant prick. Half way through seventh year they began dating, Harry sneaking into Draco's private chambers (his father had used his power to get them for him after he became Head Boy). At the end of that year, when Harry was injured in the last fight against Voldemort, Draco had thought he would surely die if Harry did. But Harry survived, and after defeating Voldemort, Harry and Draco moved in together. 'Our life is perfect.' Thought Draco to himself, walking past his old classrooms. People in the wizarding world were more supportive of gay men than they are in the muggle world, according to Harry. Draco didn't understand when Harry talked about 'homophobia'; what was wrong with the way they lived? And as Minister for Magic, no one had ever discriminated against Draco. Draco sighed as his thoughts turned towards work. He wished Harry did not have to live here in this castle, but as Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts he was obliged to live in the castle. Between Harry's teaching and playing Quidditch for England, and Draco being the Minister for Magic, they never really had as much time together as they wanted. Draco came to the entrance to Dumbledore's rooms. "Cockroach Cluster." He murmured to one of the Gargoyles and they sprang apart, the door opening. "Ah, Minister Malfoy, you got my owl," Said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling, "Come in, come in, sit down. Tea, coffee?" "Tea would be nice, thank you sir." Draco still felt slightly intimidated by Dumbledore. After all. He was his old Headmaster, Harry's boss and, until Harry had completely come to strength and taken over the title, the most powerful wizard in the world. " There's no need to feel that way, Draco. You do not need to call me sir." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling again. He must have read Draco's mind. "Yes sir, I mean sorry sir, I mean sir.. Damn!" Draco grinned, "Ok, let's just not worry about it." Dumbledore laughed along with Draco. "I'm sure you are wondering, Draco, why I asked you to see me this morning." "Yeah," Answered Draco, "A bit." "Well, it has to do with Harry. I was wondering if you two are having problems?" "No! Not at all!" Draco was shocked. "Why? Harry hasn't said anything has he? Has he spoken to you about anything at all?" "No, no. Nothing like that. But I can see in his eyes that he is slightly unhappy. He loves you more than anything in the world, Draco" Draco blushed. He loved Harry too. He loved everything about that man! The way his eyes flashed when his was angry, the way he snored gently, the noises he made when he came as they made love. Draco could never live without Harry. "Ahh, yes. I can see in your eyes the same love. Do you think maybe it is time to. do something about it?" "Professor Dumbledore, what are you saying?" "I give you my blessing for a binding ceremony." Draco's heart leapt! The binding ceremony in the wizarding world was an honour, full of tradition. A wizard could not just ask his lover to be bound to him, an independent party had to give their blessing first, without be asked. Harry and Draco had talked about binding in the past, but they knew they had to wait until someone recognised the strength of their love for themselves. " Oh sir, thankyou so much! You'll never know how much this means to us!" Draco was delirious with excitement. Finally, he and Harry could show the world their love for each other. "That is quite alright," Laughed Dumbledore, "But I suggest now you leave for work. You may use the fireplace here, I have floo powder over there in the wine goblet." Draco grinned to himself as he grabbed a handful of powder and through it into the fire, his insides felt like they were full of sunshine. "Ministry of Magic!" And disappeared in the green flames. 'Wonderful,' thought Dumbledore 'Happiness is a great gift, and combined with love it makes the most powerful magic of all.'