A/N: Okay, all, this is it. The last chapter and sorry for the wait. Thanks for staying with me for so long and hopefully, I'll see you all my next go 'round!

Matchmakers, Inc.

Chapter 31

Harry took a sip of his tea as he watched Draco laughing with Hermione, something which caused the tips of Ron's ears to turn a most brilliant shade of red. Back in school, Draco Malfoy wouldn't have been caught dead sitting anywhere near his friends, much less laughing with them, and Harry felt immensely grateful that this had been the case. There was no way he could have made it through school with the feelings that seemed likely at any moment to become uncontrollable. The genuine laugh that fell on his ears, a laugh so seldom released, did nothing to better his situation and Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Life wasn't fair, a fact Harry had decided at a young age and continued to believe to this day. It certainly hadn't done him any favors in the last week. Everyday spent in the company of the man he loved, so close he could smell the undoubtedly expensive cologne wafting from his skin, always warm even in the chill air. Every night spent just a few feet away, sleeping in the same room but thin walls and narrow beds making it impossible to do anything that might embarrass them in the bright light of day when his friends sent him knowing glances. Yes, life and Draco Malfoy were driving Harry crazy.

Draco's laugh, low and gentle, sounded again and Harry drained his tea in what he was sure was obvious as forced normalcy. Then he stood and stretched as if he were tired, though he knew there was no way he'd be able to go to sleep for hours. Ginny broke off her conversation with their host and looked up at him curiously. "All right there, Harry?" she asked.

Harry waved off her concern and said, "Yeah, just a little tired." He yawned, vaguely wondering if Ginny believed that it was real. He dug a hand into his hair and turned, missing Draco's small smile as the blond watched him leave. Harry trudged up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door softly behind him before falling facedown on his bed.

For several heartbeats, he lay perfectly still. Then, Harry buried his face in his pillow and screamed into it, teeth clenched and feet pounding against the mattress. When he ran out of energy, he took a deep breath and started again, repeating the cycle three times in his first real fit in six years. When he was finished, Harry decided his position was a little too comfortable and nestled closer to the pillow.

"Please," drawled a familiar voice dryly, "don't stop on my account."

Harry tensed and looked up in time to see Draco sit down on the edge of his bed, looking down at Harry in amusement. He flushed hotly. "You could have told me you were here," he said and put his face back in the pillow, mostly to hide his embarrassment.

Draco chuckled, the husky tones of the laugh raising goose bumps on Harry's skin as surely as if the other man had run his fingers over the flesh. He felt the warm touch of lips on the back of his neck and he lifted a hand covering the spot, but still refused to show his face.

"Come on, Harry," Draco whispered, his mouth brushing Harry's knuckles with each word. "War heroes and powerful wizards don't pout."

"I'm not pouting," Harry muttered into the pillow and stifled a groan as Draco's mouth floated beneath his hand, nudging against the neck of Harry's shirt and sending delicious shivers racing down his spine.

"Yes, you are," the other murmured and laughed softly. "But it's cute."

Harry felt his face burning and knew there was no way he could face Draco now. That didn't seemed to bother the blond, who simply laughed again as he moved to sit on Harry's knees and slipped both hands beneath the hem of Harry's shirt. He flinched at the feel of the cool hands against flesh that was rapidly becoming heated. "Draco?" he asked softly.

Draco ignored him and leaned forward, pressing soft kisses on the back of Harry's neck. The brunet gasped when the other man brushed his fingers over his chest, just barely touching his nipples. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult through the pillow, so Harry turned his head and was rewarded with a husky chuckle near his ear, followed by the briefest of kisses.

"Harry," Draco murmured and kissed him again, parting Harry's lips with his own mouth, an easy task with Harry's lack of resistance. Harry threw himself into the kiss, unable to prevent such a strong reaction after restraining himself for a week. Draco's tongue slipped into Harry's mouth and Harry pushed his own against it, delighting in the shivers he could feel emanating from the body over his.

Pounding footsteps and voices raised in excitement intruded on his thoughts and the two paused with heavy breathing, looking at the door with the hope that no one would bother to check on them. The door remained thankfully closed. Even so, Draco moved off both Harry and the bed. Harry felt the loss of warmth with more than a little sadness.

Moving quickly, Draco crossed the room, rummaged in the side table near his own bunk and grabbed something from it before kneeling next to Harry's bed. He smiled a little as he showed Harry his prize, a simple pen. Harry looked at him with brow raised.

"It's a portkey," Draco confessed softly. "It goes straight to my house." He paused for a minute, and Harry noted with vague amusement the faint stain of a blush on Draco's cheeks. "I had it made a few days ago, and believe me, it wasn't cheap. I thought if neither of us could wait for the plane to get us home…" he trailed off and his blush deepened.

Making a quick decision, heavily influenced by the growing redness of Draco's face, Harry leaned over the side of the bed and wrapped an arm around his love's neck, kissing him as he reached for the pen. "What's the word?" he whispered.

Draco muttered something and Harry chuckled as the world spun and faded away all around them, finally coming to a rest in the familiar entry hall of Draco's house. Harry paused for a minute to show his appreciation of the portkey before pulling it from Draco's hand and tossing it aside to resume his kissing. He was only vaguely aware that Draco was leading him up the stairs, and down the hall, eventually ending in Draco's room.

Clothes seemed to melt away and in minutes the two men stood naked in each other's arms. Harry traced his fingers over Draco's sides, pulling himself closer and relishing in the warmth of the body of the man he loved. Draco's lips caressed his mouth, his cheeks, and after carefully removing glasses, his eyelids, soft butterfly kisses that made Harry's breath catch. He fell to sitting on the bed, Draco leaning over him and running his cool fingers across Harry's chest.

When Draco started to kneel in front of him, Harry stopped the blond. Smiling mischievously, Harry switched their positions and almost laughed at the shocked look Draco sent him as he leaned forward, grasping Draco's member in one hand and drawing his tongue over the tip. Draco gasped and his eyes closed. Harry watched the blond's face carefully as he continued his ministrations, licking and sucking gently for long minutes before pushing himself up to whisper in his ear, "You be on top this time."

Draco was obviously surprised, leaning back to stare up at Harry, eyes still a bit glazed. "Wha…but… Are you sure?" he asked.

There was no hesitation in Harry's nod. "Draco, I love you," he said, voice low and steady. "I want to show you how much."

Draco shook his head. "Harry, you don't have to…"

"I know," Harry said with a smile and shifted to sit next to the blond, so close to his side he may as well have been sitting in Draco's lap. "I want to." He slid his arm around Draco's neck and leaned up whispering in the other man's ear as he rubbed his hand slowly up and down Draco's shaft.

"I've been thinking about it all week," Harry confessed, licking the edge of Draco's ear before continuing. "I know it will hurt, but I don't care. I want you in me." Harry smiled a little when Draco moaned softly in reaction to his words and his movements.

It was a powerful feeling, knowing he had this kind of control over another human. That it would be Draco Malfoy was something he never would have suspected a year ago. Hell, he never would have suspected it six months ago. Even so, all he could think of each night the past week was how much he wanted them to be closer. It was last night when he finally reached the conclusion, after several rather stimulating and inspiring dreams of the kind that made him immensely grateful that Draco was a heavy sleeper, that this was the best way to do so.

"Harry," Draco said in voice growing huskier with each stroke, "you're making it… quite difficult to …um…to think. Harry, wait!" Draco grabbed Harry's arm, stilling the steady movements of his hand and leaned back to look at him, obviously trying very hard not to simply just give in. It made a warmth spread in his chest, that Draco wanted to make sure this was actually what Harry wanted and he could feel himself fall a little more for the blond.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked earnestly. "This isn't just something you think you need to do for me, is it? Because it's really not necessary. I'm perfectly fine with…" He broke off as Harry kissed him, slowly sliding his tongue into Draco's mouth and licking the lips gently.

After long minutes, during which Draco nearly forgot the reason of his objection, Harry pulled away and put his head down on Draco's shoulders. "Of course I want to do it for you, but," he continued quickly, knowing Draco had already opened his mouth to object, "I'm also doing it for me."

It occurred to Harry that this might possibly be one of the most important moments of his life, and it hung by what he would say. At times like this, he usually found it best to just take a deep breath, gather his Gryffindor courage about him and just talk. It didn't occur to him until after he opened his mouth however that this policy rarely actually worked. By that time, it was too late. The words had already started so he just shrugged off his uncertainty and continued headlong into the moment, with the hope that when all was said, Draco at least would understand.

"I want to know what it feels like to have the man I love give his all to me. I want to be able to give my all, everything that I am, to him." Harry turned his head and buried his face in Draco's neck, taking comfort in the soft smell that emanated from the warm skin. "To you, Draco. Please, just let me do this."

Draco's hand brushed through his hair a few times before gently pulling Harry's head back and making the shorter man meet his gaze. "If you're sure this is what you want," Harry nodded vigorously. Draco grinned. "Just let me know if I hurt you too much."

Harry laughed as the blond pushed him down to the bed and peppered his face with kisses before returning to his mouth. "I love you, Harry," Draco whispered, trailing his lips down, nipping at Harry's throat, laving his tongue over each nipple, until he finally reached Harry's erection, tracing his tongue over the slit before taking the tip in his mouth. Harry bucked and Draco shifted his body to lean a little on the other man's hips, stilling any further movements. No way in hell was he going to choke on anything before this night was over.

Harry moaned and fisted one hand in the sheets as Draco licked his way to the base of his shaft, then back up again just as he slowly slipped a finger past his sphincter. Harry's legs clenched and Draco leaned up a little to meet his lover's wide-eyed gaze. "Relax for me, Harry," he whispered and placed soft kisses on Harry's belly until he felt the dark-haired man relax. Then slowly, he resumed his task, intent on making Harry reach the same level of insanity the other man drove him to with a mere touch.

After several well-spent moments, Draco slid a second finger in and chuckled a little when Harry bit back a moan. He looked up, smiling when he saw Harry had thrown an arm over his eyes and was biting his lip. Moving slowly, Draco slid his fingers in and out of Harry, listening carefully to each moan that followed immediately after. Harry was shivering now, the combined attentions showered on his lower half enough to bring him to the edge.

"Nnn, Draco," Harry said, voice low and harsh, as if straining to keep himself under control. In an argument, it was the first person to raise his voice who lost; in magic, the first to lose his focus; and in love, the first to lose his heart. The blond had always enjoyed being the cause of people losing control and he was pleased that Harry felt so strongly about him that he was so very close to losing it.

When he slipped his third finger in, Harry groaned loudly and the shivering increased. "Ah!" he cried out and lifted himself up on his elbows to glare down at Draco. "Why are you…?" Harry's voice trailed off into a moan as Draco tightened the grip he had on the other man's penis, already highly sensitized.

Draco smiled and slid slowly up Harry's body, placing a short kiss on his lips. "Together Harry," he whispered and deepened the kiss as he spread Harry's legs and carefully positioned himself at Harry's entrance.

For a brief moment, Harry tensed involuntarily. Draco gave him a worried look and seemed ready to withdraw but Harry shook his head and pulled the blond tighter. "Just do it now, Draco," he whispered and felt the other man nod slightly.

No amount of preparation could have readied Harry for the intense pain he felt when Draco began slowly to push his way inside. He squeezed his eyes closed, hoping in some way that it would help alleviate the pain but of course it failed. Draco shoved a little more and Harry gasped. He refused to cry out; he absolutely refused to do something so weak. He'd known it would hurt, hadn't he? Too late now to back out. Even so tears welled up behind his eyelids and it took so much energy just to keep them from falling.

Then Draco's voice was in his ear, pleading with him, coaxing him to relax in gentle tones that would allow nothing less than what he asked. By slow degrees, Harry forced himself to calm down and accept the intrusion, the feeling of something foreign in a place not exactly made for it. When he did, and Draco moved, he felt the most amazing pleasure, intensified by the pain of a first time and slow friction of skin on skin as Draco set a steady rhythm, bringing Harry quickly back to the point of moaning and groaning in ways he knew he would be embarrassed about in the morning but didn't really mind at the moment.

Pale fingers closed around his penis, stroking up and down, closing tightly and loosening in time to each of Draco's thrusts, and Harry buried his face into Draco's neck, biting down of the shoulder above him and digging blunt nails into a smooth back as he cried out his release. Draco moaned into his ear, trusting harder and faster, ignoring the stickiness between them until he yelled, "God, Harry!" as he came, collapsing over Harry after the waves of pleasure receded.

A short time or a long while passed, Harry couldn't tell the difference, before either one of them moved. Draco shifted slightly and pushed himself up on his arms to gaze down at Harry. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it without uttering a sound, apparently unable to find any words, and simply kissed Harry, a sweet gentle kissed that said more than Draco, with his extensive vocabulary, would have been able.

Harry decided that moving hurt just a little too much at the moment, so with a soft smile not rarely seen on the face of a Malfoy, Draco carried him to the bathroom, washing them both gently before returning to the bed and settling beneath the covers, relishing in the warm body next to his own. He wasn't surprised when the shorter man fell asleep more quickly that he did, because he was in no hurry for the night to end.

For several hours after Harry had closed his eyes, Draco stood watching the peaceful face so close to his and sorting through every moment in his life, trying to decide what great good thing he had ever done to deserve someone who loved him so much and someone whom he loved so thoroughly. Finding nothing he thought worthy, Draco finally gave up and thanked God for such a precious gift, promising that he would one day be deserving of it and fell asleep, that same soft smile still playing at the edges of his lips.

Both men started awake when the door to the bedroom suddenly burst open, allowing entrance to Pansy Parkinson, who positively squealed in delight when she laid eyes on the occupants. "Oh my goodness!" the high-pitched scream grated on Draco's nerves and he shielded his face form the bright beams of light streaming through the window. "I didn't believe it when Seamus said you'd be here but sure enough, here you are!"

Harry flushed and lifted the covers to hide his face. Draco, noticing this shook his head and glared at his long-time friend. "Pansy, your timing is as bad as ever, I see." He leaned down, brushing the covers and his hair out of the way to plant a soft kiss on Harry's forehead. "If you'll excuse me, love, I have to go kill my best friend. It does look like a good day to commit homicide, after all. Do come and visit me in prison once in a while." That said, he stood from the bed, threw on a pair of silk pajama bottoms and chased after an amused Pansy.

Harry could hear the threats and the sound of a vase crashing to the floor down the hall and chuckled. As the chase moved further away and the noise died down, Harry heard something else. He crawled from the bed, mindless of his nudity and found his cell phone buried beneath a pile of discarded clothes. He checked the ID and laughed when he saw Seamus' name. "Hello, Seamus," he said after flipping it open.

"Hero!" came the excited voice on the other end of the line. "Feeling a bit better now are we?' the Irishman asked.

Harry smiled at the sound of yells from downstairs and said, "Yes, we are."

Seamus gave a contented sigh. "As I thought. Just so you know, I've decided to forgive you for hitting me so long as you buy me a latte later tonight. You do, however, owe me for hooking you two up." Harry could hear the grin though his phone. "Since you're a friend, I'll accept payment in all the juicy details."

Harry felt all the blood run up to his face and shook his head. "Is that all, Seamus, because if it is, I'll see you in a few hours but I have to let you go."

"Just one more thing Harry!" Seamus called through the phone.

Harry rolled his eyes. "What is it?"

After a very brief silence, Seamus asked a question that was obviously weighing on his mind. "What are you wearing, Hero-boy?"

Harry flushed and threw the blankets over his naked lap to the sound of Seamus' laughter ringing from the cell. "Bastard," he muttered under his breath and jumped when he heard a response form the door.

"I'll have you know, my parents were well and truly married a full two years before I was born," Draco huffed. Then he smiled and knelt next to Harry. Harry returned the smile and leaned over to kiss him, letting the phone fall forgotten to the floor as Draco curled an arm over his shoulder.

On the other end, Seamus looked down at the phone in surprise. Uptight Harry was turning into a bit of an exhibitionist. A particularly loud moan came through the phone, and Seamus sent an apologetic smile to an older lady who glared at him as she walked past, clicking the cell closed and pressing a hand to his face and he continued down the street. Unbelievable, really. He was actually blushing!

A/N: Okay, that's the last of it and sorry it took so long. I wanted it to be good for the end of the story. Here're my last shout-outs. Thanks to silverpen 18, macaday me a nut, fifespice, elemesnedene, amber v, Eternal Spark, Tom'slovergirl72, potatoehead4, Ann, Robin Hammond, yaeko, Peaceful Angel, Paige Taylor, Aya404, Samairi, Discombobulatedperson, MissyAllykins, fattoad, Claire 2007, and LadyDragonWolfNight. Thanks, too, to all you other readers who didn't review but stuck with me anyway. Bye, all!