AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This was my pinch-hit for the 2013 Samhain Smut Fest (samhain-smut . livejournal . com) entry. The fest is over and reveals are out, so now I can post this for you here. This fanfic is multi-chaptered, so I'll put up a chapter a week until it's done.

Here was the prompt I worked from:

Prompt: #108: In the midst of a zombie (or inferi!) apocalypse, one person decides she/he does not want to die a virgin. Suggested Character/Pairing(s): Any. Suggested Kink(s): frantic, fumbling, imperfect sex. Additional comments: Was thinking this more for cracky fun/humour but angsty/sad/unhappy ending would also be awesome.

This is my first time writing Blaise/Luna and Pansy/Ginny, as well as a full-on femmeslash scene (I am nervous, I admit, and hope you like it)!

Thank you to my beta, Ladysashi, who always has time in her busy schedule to help a friend out! Thank you to the Mod for continuing this fest's amazing traditions. I love it!

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DISCLAIMER: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.

TIMELINE: 30-31 October, 1998 (war ended suddenly in early 1998, with Voldemort's death because of the zombie plague – everything A/U after that point)

MAIN CHARACTERS FEATURED: Draco Malfoy x Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini x Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson x Ginny Weasley

SUMMARY: In the midst of the Zombie Apocalypse, three couples decide to consummate their relationships before time runs out for them.

RATING: NC-17 (MA)

WARNINGS: Explicit sex (heterosexual, slash, and femmeslash - virginity loss for one person per couple); Oral sex; Explicit profanity; Drama-Angst (misunderstandings galore!); Characters a little OOC for the sake of this plot

Notes: Cara Mia = Italian for "my beloved".

IN THE END, YOU'RE ALL THAT MATTERS

By: RZZMG

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PART ONE: HOT AND COLD

30 October, 1998

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"I'm guessing we're not going to talk about it."

Draco didn't look up. He was bent over a large map, storm grey eyes intensely studying it for the next mission. "What's to say?"

Theo sighed, and brushed a hand over his face in mounting frustration. "Everything." He glanced around, made sure they were completely alone in the library, and even then, cast a Silence Bubble around them to keep their conversation private. "I got on my knees for you last night. I sucked your cock. You enjoyed it – immensely, I might add. Things have changed between us."

One fine, dark gold brow lowered with annoyance. "Have they?"

Theo's heart sank into his knees.

Things might have changed, but Draco wasn't going to, was he?

Their secret relationship had been on-and-off for months, starting with some snogging and frotting one evening late in their shared room in the Slytherin dungeon, and slowly moving into the realm of mutual wanking one morning while showering together. Just last night, Theo had decided to take it a step further: he'd seduced his best friend into letting him have a taste of that long, thick length he'd been stroking.

But Draco was adamant that anything they did remain on the down low, and that they pretend in public not to be involved. His conservative upbringing had always dictated that he was to wait for marriage to a proper witch to engage in sex, and he was clearly ashamed of indulging in such things prior to becoming a husband, much less with another male.

It had been completely different for Theo, though. He'd been in love with Draco forever – since they'd been children. When his roommates back during his Hogwarts school days bragged about touching some witches' arse or of getting a kiss, Theo had remained silent, his fantasies filled with ideas of doing the same with Draco instead. While they talked about fucking pussy, he was thinking about being on all fours, Draco behind him surging into his body. He'd lost his virginity the summer of his seventeenth birthday to a Muggle rentboy who could have been Draco's long-lost brother, thinking that would be as close as he'd ever get to the real thing.

Then things had shifted between him and his best friend one night several months ago, as he'd lain back on Draco's bed and they'd talked about the changes in the world. They'd both admitted to being afraid about the future and of dying, or worse – of being one of those soulless zombies that ravaged the island. They'd made a pact to finish off the other if either of them became infected. Even as Theo had been contemplating his vow in silence, Draco had suddenly leaned over him and pressed their mouths together for the first time. They'd ended up bare-chested and frotting while their tongues mated, and Theo had thought that finally, finally his dreams had come true.

He could kick himself for having believed such a ludicrous thing.

What he and Draco had done together these last few months had all been some fun and games for his best friend as they waited out the plague outside to run its course and for life to get back to normal. Theo had been nothing more than an amusement to Draco, to while away the hours at night.

"You bastard," Theo snarled. His normally placid temperament was shoved down in favour of a hot wave of resentment that boiled to the surface, exploding out of his mouth in a mad rush of angry words. He threw his hands into the air. "Fine, it never happened! I'm over it! Over this game we're playing. Over you. I'll find someone who won't be ashamed to be with me – someone who actually gives a damn."

He turned on his heel and stormed off, tired of the hot and cold game Draco played with him, and of being hurt by his friend's (former, now) thoughtless cruelty.

Rushing through the castle to get to a place where he could safely let out his tears, he headed back down to the Slytherin common room. As he threw open the hidden door and started down the steps, he stopped, shocked to see Luna Lovegood sitting on one of the black leather sofas before a roaring fire in the hearth.

"Hello, Theodore," she called out to him, a dreamy smile on her pretty, fairy-like face, completely oblivious as to how her presence in his House flew in the face of a millennia of tradition.

"H-hello, Luna. Um..." He was at an utter loss as to what to say. How did she get in? No one outside of Slytherin was allowed in their common room. It had been an unwritten law forever. As far as he knew, no one had ever dared break it, either – not in the centuries since Salazar Slytherin, himself, set down the rule.

The willowy blonde stared at him a moment, her blue gaze wide and filled with so much innocence it was hard not to blush under her scrutiny. "You seem sad," she pointed out. "Has Draco Malfoy thoughtlessly hurt your feelings again?"

Theo's eyes popped and his jaw unhinged. "Uh, what?"

"Oh, don't be concerned. Everyone knows about you two," she reassured him with a sweet, gentle smile. "Personally, I think it's very romantic to be in love with your best friend. Sometimes, though, Malfoy can be a bit insensitive and selfish." She pressed a finger to her lips in thought. "It's probably because his father's the same way."

"Luna, my sweet, I'm sure Theo's well aware of what an utter prat Malfoy can be at times," Blaise Zabini chimed in, coming up the stairs from the boy's dormitory.

Ah, so the mystery of how and why Luna Lovegood was in the Slytherin common room was now answered: she was here under Zabini's invite - which was a curious thing all on its own.

Still, Theo didn't much feel like talking to people just then. He wanted to hide and lick his wounds, to write out his feelings in his private journal so as to get it all off his chest, and maybe to have a good cry (although Lovegood had somehow managed to shock him out of his weepiness). "Excuse me," he said, and headed for his bedroom – the same one he'd remained in since the zombie plague had been announced eight months prior and the school turned into a safety refuge for wizarding-kind. When he arrived, he leaned back against the closed door, letting his despair have its freedom.

Perhaps he wasn't as 'all cried out' as he'd assumed.

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Theo was just shutting his journal, having poured his heart out and filled it in with the events of the night before and this morning, when his door was opened and someone slipped inside quickly, shutting it again.

Pushing back his curtains, he confronted the intruder… and nearly dropped his journal to the floor as he shot to his feet in surprise.

"What do you want, Draco?"

"You can'tbe over me," Draco stated with stubborn insistence, staring at his feet. He leaned back against the door, blocking it, his shoulders and body tense. "I'm not over you. Not by a long shot."

Theo went stone-still; his lungs froze, but his body ran hot. He tipped between extremes, unsure what to say or do.

"When you walked away, I knew I'd fucked up," his friend continued. "This whole situation has me on my head. I never thought… never expected…" He glanced up between thick, dark lashes, and there was heat and need and a riot of other emotions playing havoc in Draco's gaze. "I'm supposed to marry, to produce an heir. It's my duty."

"Mine, too," Theo reminded him, his heart pounding away in his chest, threatening to deafen him with how loud it resounded in his ears.

"I'm not supposed to want you."

"Me, either."

"I should push you away."

Theo swallowed. "I know."

Heavy emotion rode the space between them as they both warred with themselves. Theo's trousers were tight, his erection evident. He was always hard whenever Draco was nearby. It had been that way since puberty.

A quick glance down and… yes, his best friend was aroused as well.

"I want to fuck you," Draco whispered. "Right now."

His mouth dry, Theo licked his lips. "Have you ever-?"

"No. You?"

Blushing to the roots of his hair with embarrassment and regret that he'd given up his first time to some random stranger, Theo could only nod. "A few times. I'm a natural bottom." At Draco's confused expression, he explained, "It's the term for someone who gets fucked. The one doing the fucking is called a 'top'."

His best friend's gaze went liquid silver with heat as the idea sunk in. "You want me… on top?"

"To top," Theo corrected and let out a deep, shaky breath. "Hell, yes. I've been dying for it since we were thirteen. And with what's going on right now outside... I don't want to waste anymore time, just in case. Do you?"

The sound of the lock turning behind Draco's back answered Theo's questions. It set everything in motion.

Theo shucked his shirt with hasty, trembling hands, and kicked off his shoes. Across the room, Draco started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor as he started on his belt buckle. He didn't seem nervous or unsure about what they were about to do. In fact, he looked eager, but in was in complete control of his physical reactions, as usual.

As Theo pulled his trousers and pants away and stripped off his socks, Draco paused to inspect him, from his head to his heels. It wasn't anything he hadn't already seen, but he was looking now with the eye of a man who was about to claim his first lover. It made Theo shiver, and an odd bout of shyness overcame him. He sat down heavily upon his bed and watched as Draco stalked him, crossing the space in between.

With the rest of his clothing discarded, he approached Theo, his cock bobbing at the perfect level. Acting on impulse, Theo reached out and gripped the thick rod of perfect, hard flesh and stroked over it. Draco gasped and then sighed with pleasure.

"Suck it again," he bid, and Theo dropped his mouth to that luscious, pink crown and let it slide between his lips. Draco's fingers twined in his hair, gripping hold even as he gently thrust his hips forward, burying his prick deep in Theo's mouth. "Oh, fuck, yes," he gasped. "Fuck, Theo, that's so bloody good!"

Theo suckled the delicious flesh, letting his tongue twine around it, tease the sensitive hood, and lick the salty essence that Draco put out. He loved his best friend's flavour, his musky, manly scent. He took him to the root, his nose tickled by Draco's crisp hairs.

"I-I'm… too close. Stop," his best friend begged.

Theo drew back until Draco's cock popped from between his lips. "You'll need to prepare me."

Draco looked down at him through heavy lids. He stroked over Theo's mouth with his thumb. "How?"

Reaching for his wand, he summoned a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer where he hid it and handed it to Draco. "Slather it all over your prick first." As Draco opened the tube and did as required, Theo knelt on the bed on all fours, facing away. "Now all over me, in between and all over my entrance," he instructed.

Draco's sticky fingers explored every inch, stroking over Theo's balls and his cock, and carefully lubing up his arse.

"Make sure you're covered from tip to base," Theo directed Draco. "Layer it on so you'll go in nice and smooth. Get yourself really hard, too, otherwise it won't feel as good for either of us."

The slick sounds of his lover's stroking made Theo harder than a rock.

"I think I'm ready," Draco groaned behind him.

Theo took a deep breath and let it out nice and slow to calm his nerves. "Grip my hip with one hand, and guide yourself in with the other. You'll have to push a little hard to get in. You should be slick enough that it won't hurt me much."

Draco paused, the crest of his cock already prodding Theo's opening. "It'll hurt you?" he asked, concerned.

Theo looked over his shoulder. "I'll be fine, promise. I want this. Please don't stop now."

He turned back around and fixed his gaze on the far wall, willing his muscles to relax. His heart was beating so proudly in his chest, and a swell of emotion ran through him as he felt Draco's entry. The burn that always accompanied this part caused Theo's thighs to shake. He concentrated on not tightening up. "Don't stop," he encouraged his virgin lover, who was panting hard as he pushed in an inch and paused, shuddering. "Give me all of you, Draco. Take me and make me yours."

"Gods, this feels... fuck!" Draco hissed, shoving in a bit harder, going a few inches deeper. Both of his hands now gripped Theo's hips. "You're so tight around me, I won't last long."

Theo hummed, dizzy with the feelings that coursed through him. "Thrust," he begged. "Go all the way."

Draco did as commanded – and shouted with pleasure as he buried every inch inside Theo, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and seating himself deep. "Oh, hell," he cursed, withdrawing and thrusting forward again. "Bloody, bloody hell! I... I can't stop!"

"Don't," Theo pleaded, wanting to feel Draco let go. "Just... fuck me as you need and come so hard you never forget it."

Even as he surged back and forth in Theo's body, Draco bent at the waist and pressed kisses all up and down Theo's spine. "Will you come, too?" he panted the question, his voice strained.

"Next time," Theo promised. "This is all for you right now."

Given permission to perform as he wanted, Draco righted himself, and with a nearly bruising hold on Theo's hips, he began pistoning in and out of Theo's body. He fucked like he kissed – all sweet force and need, both taking and giving at the same moment. When he came a minute or two later, it was with a pleasure-filled shout of Theo's name.

Although he hadn't felt Draco's come shooting into him, the experience was everything Theo had ever wanted. There was an intimacy in bare-backing that he'd never experienced with the Muggle rentboy he'd gone to several times (because the prostitute had always wore a condom and Theo didn't have that deep connection of years or feeling to him that he had with Draco), and it was heightened by the fact that Theo had been Draco's first.

As Draco pulled out of him and threw himself down on his back on the bed next to Theo, and Theo collapsed onto his belly, they stared at each other with awe and contentment. Matching smiles lit up their faces.

"That was fucking brilliant," Draco admitted. "All these years wasted when I could have been doing that."

"It's better when you're old enough to appreciate it," Theo countered.

"And when it's with the right person," Draco added as an afterthought. The meaning, though, was clear enough.

Theo's heart gave a painful, joyful squeeze.

"Can we do it again soon?" his best friend asked with a cheeky grin.

Shaking his head, Theo laughed. "I've created a monster."

Draco flipped onto his side and reached out to trace Theo's jaw with shaky fingers. "I don't want you to think I came here only for this. I didn't expect..."

Theo's happy buzz faded as harsh reality interfered in the moment. "Yeah, I know." He pulled away, sitting up and feeling the ache in every muscle. "Nothing's changed."

He was about to attempt to make his feet when Draco pounced on him, knocking him over and onto his back. Straddling him, his lover pinned him to the mattress. "Everything's changed, idiot. And no, you're not going anywhere until we figure it out. I'm going to need your help convincing my father to accept us."

Surprised again at the hot and cold nature of his best friend, Theo was rendered temporarily speechless by Draco's declaration.

"Did I shag you into stupidity?" Draco asked, gracing him with a wicked smirk. "Or is dumb and silent your natural state after sex? Am I going to have to fuck you several more times to puzzle it out?"

Theo chuckled. "I'm for experimentation every time." He reached up and pulled Draco's head down, wanting a kiss. "And I would sell your mother on us first. That's the easier battle to win, given how much she indulges your whims."

Draco's smirk widened as he exerted pressure to deny Theo the kiss he wanted. "Let her whittle ol' Lucius down for us, huh? Smart thinking."

"You're not just with me for my body, you know," Theo teased, wiggling his hips and sliding his still-hard cock against Draco's growing erection.

"I know, but it's a great perk."

Their lips met in a kiss that was filled with the heat of passion and the promise of forever.

TO BE CONTINUED...

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Those who know my writing know I have a ship love for Draco/Theo, but I've never put them together in a situation where Draco was the virgin and Theo the experienced one. I wanted to play with that idea here. Hope you enjoyed it!

Next up... Blaise and Luna!

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