Disclaimer: See first chapter

Disclaimer: See first chapter. Don't own it.

Warning: Slash, oral.

AN: Okay, I hope I didn't disappoint too many people with the last chapter, and I hope this chapter is okay. Enjoy.

Chapter Eight: Bath-time

Draco took the chance to contemplate what had just happened and came to the conclusion that he wanted this relationship to continue and that he would do everything in his power to make it work. He got up and picking up his wand from where he had left it, he stripped the bed of the sex-soaked sheets and put them and their clothes in the hamper that appeared to hold Harry's dirty laundry.

Harry soon was back and he grinned seeing Draco sitting on the bed.

"Hey," Draco said when he noticed the grinning fool of a Gryffindor staring at him, "I couldn't find your clean sheets, so I couldn't remake the bed."

"Oh, that's okay. I'll do it later," Harry said, then thought better of it and waved his hand and sheets came out of his closet and the bed made itself.

Draco was awed by this display of wandless magic and realized that he hadn't seen Harry use a wand since they had started dating. "Harry, I've been wondering, why don't you use a wand. Don't get me wrong, this wandless stuff is great, but do you not need a wand or do you just not use it."

Harry looked at his hand before laughing, "It started a couple of years ago, right after I killed Voldemort. I had this accident at work and my wand broke again. Actually it shattered into a thousand pieces that along with a potion were absorbed into my hand. I'm not saying that's why I can do wandless magic," He said quickly to dispel that thought, "I just couldn't get a wand to work as well as my old one, and couldn't do nothing and live without magic, so even though I got a new wand, I learned to do most spells wandlessly. Some, I even manage to do wordlessly."

"Snape would be so proud," Draco said amusedly. "I can still remember him berating you in DADA sixth year."

"Yeah, I think he would be," Harry replied, thinking about the man that had saved him so many times, and in the end had died for him. All for the love of his mother. "Did you know that Snape loved my mum?" At Draco's look, he smiled, "Yeah, it's true, and because of that he turned against Voldemort as soon as he decided to go after her. Okay, enough of this, lets go take a bath. I haven't had a chance to show you my bathroom yet."

Draco couldn't resist the way Harry's bright green eyes sparkled with glee suddenly. He allowed himself to be dragged down the hall and into the bathroom. From what he could see it looked ordinary enough from the hall, but once inside he saw that the room only contained a double sink vanity and another two doors. He didn't have to wonder long though as Harry soon tugged him towards the door opposite the mirror, and they were through it soon. All of a sudden Draco was submerged over his head. He soon surfaced, and as soon as his head broke the surface he could hear Harry's joyous laughter, and looked around. They were in a giant pool of a tub, filled with fragrant vanilla lavender scented bubbly water.

"Sorry about the bubbles. Vanilla lavender is Lily's favorite smell. Has been since she was a toddler. I've pretty much gotten used to it, and like it myself."

All Draco could think was that it was no wonder the whole house smelled of lavender and vanilla. And no wonder that he was getting addicted to the stuff himself, especially on Harry.

"I designed this tub for Lily, and kind of for myself. I loved the one in the Prefect's bath at Hogwarts. There's a self-cleaning charm, and a warming charm that adjust the temperature for whoever is in here. You wouldn't believe how many swimming parties Lily has had in here. Oh, by the way, that's the deep end by the door, and the shallow end is over here," Harry said as he stood, revealing that the water in the area by the control knobs only covered to just above his ankles. He also revealed something else that Draco found far more interesting than a tub, even if it was almost the size of a swimming pool.

With a few strokes, Draco reached Harry and grabbed his ankles and pulled him down into the water, and into his waiting arms. Draco then swam towards the doorway. There was a ledge almost 2 feet wide around the huge tub. He hoisted Harry up onto the ledge near where he could stand and then positioned himself between Harry's legs, spreading them wide. Harry's large cock had hardened as soon as he had seen Draco staring at it when he stood up.

Harry watched bemusedly as Draco carefully made sure there was no more soap clinging to Harry's cock before plunging down and taking half into his mouth. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's hips holding him in place. He sucked and pulled away before returning to suck again. Up and down he moved his head in Harry's lap, getting closer and closer to the base with his lips. His lips got within 2 inches of the base when he felt Harry's balls drawing up in preparation of coming and before he knew it, his mouth was filled with Harry's cum. He swallowed everything down before pulling away.

Exasperatedly he looked up at Harry through heavy lidded eyes, "You know Harry, some would think you'd never gotten a blow-job, with how fast you come. I can't get very far before you're coming," he teased.

"Draco, I think I told you, this is only the second time in my life, that I've had one done to me. The first being earlier when you did it. I hope you're not disappointed, but it just felt so good, and well, I couldn't help myself." Harry explained sheepishly.

"Harry, it's alright. I was just teasing you. I'm glad you appreciated it."

"Oh, believe me, I did," Harry said before suddenly grabbing Draco by the armpits and pulling him onto his lap, and snogging the living daylights out of him. He then threw Draco into the deep end and jumped after him. They spent the next hour or two horsing around getting clean, before heading to bed, and going to sleep.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter.