The Golden Apple [Drarry]

Chapter 6

"Hey, Malfoy! Something's coming towards you! Catch!"

Surprised, Draco turned around and caught whatever was thrown at him at a Seeker's speed without spilling his books all over the floor. He felt like everything froze when he realised what was in his hand.

The blond Slytherin stared at the golden apple before moving his gaze towards the person who threw it. "Good. You caught it. For a moment I had thought you weren't going to," Harry grinned, looking very pleased with himself. Draco could see the blush spreading all over his cheeks and he knew he was equally just as red. "Hello, my soon-to-be husband. Fancy a date at Hogsmeade this Saturday at 3? You do? Great. See you then!"

Blushing even redder, Draco ducked his head to avoid the students' stares as he hurried to Arithmancy class while clutching on the apple tightly, giggling behind his books. He tried not to smile for the whole day.

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"My Love, hello," Draco sat himself next to Harry and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. The latter beamed happily before he reciprocated the kiss as well. "Hullo to you too, darling," Harry said as he took Draco's right hand in his left, caressing the knuckles lightly. "Hungry?"

"Yes, I'm famished."

Harry hummed and fixed his lunch for him on a plate before sliding the plate towards him with a smile. "Eat," he nodded to the plate filled with healthy food that he knew Draco took every day. The grey-eyed male smiled appreciatively at him, the corner of his eyes crinkled and kissed the back of his hand loudly. "Eat with me?"

That made Harry chuckled amusedly. "I am, baby."

Hermione and Ron raised an eyebrow at their best friend as if saying like, "Really, Harry? You gotta act like a married couple in front of us?" The said best friend just blushed, glaring back with a look saying, "You're just as bad!" and focused on his meal instead of answering, cheeks pink. Draco was unaware of the exchange.

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"Out of all the people in the world that you could have chosen to be your spouse, you chose Harry Potter," Lucius glared, looking quite annoyed with his son. Harry shifted nervously next to his fiance. "I should've just agreed to betrothed you to the Greengrass daughter." The younger blond male huffed at his father's words, looking just as annoyed. "We're already engaged, father. I proposed to him and there's that. You will not come between Harry and me. We love each other and we want to marry each other as soon as we could. No need to postpone it any longer," Draco glared back at his father.

Narcissa, unlike Lucius, looked at Harry with a kind smile, knowing that he was the best candidate for her son to spend the rest of his life with. She knew he would be well taken care of. "And what about you, Mr Potter? What do you wish for?" she asked the green-eyed male. He nervously rubbed the palms of his hands on his pants. "Call me Harry, please and I would like to marry Draco whenever he wanted. I don't mind anything as long as we're still together," he smiled lopsidedly at the male, looking absolutely besotted.

"Tell me one thing, do you really love my son?"

"Of course I do," Harry answered without even an ounce of hesitance. "Sometimes, I admit that he acts like a poncy git and I feel like I want to punch him but some of the things I used to find quite annoying is now endearing to me. Like the way, he uses big words just to mess with my brain or the way he taunted me just to keep me on my feet, challenging me to keep me interested. He can be sweet and romantic sometimes, very protective of me when needs to be. He's never scared to put me back in my place, never one to accept my crap. Pardon my language but it's the truth. He's never the one to believe that I'm heroic or some sort. He saw my flaws before my goods and he knew very well that I'm not perfect and yet he accepted me the way I am and loved me for it. And the fact that he's beautiful to look at is also something that I love about him. I could stare at him all day without ever being bored." Blinking, the blush came on full force the moment he realised that he had been rambling about his love for Draco at his parents.

But Lucius didn't look annoyed anymore than he was before but instead he looked apprehensive while Narcissa had a satisfied look on her face.

While Draco?

He just looked at Harry as if he had just been given the entire world.

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Harry bit the pillowcase, moaning loudly while Draco hammered his hole. "Merlin, I wanted to marry the fuck out of you when you started rambling to my parents, my Love," he grunted as he pounded on his prostate, making his fiance sobbed in pleasure. Trembling with the number of orgasms he just had, Harry just slumped there on the bed, taking whatever Draco gave. His brain was buzzing pleasantly and his thoughts weren't available at the moment as he laid there on four with his arse up in the air. "I want to plug you up with my cum inside you while we have dinner with my family, you hear me? I want you to remember that I just fucked you stupid. That's what you wanted too, right my beloved wife?"

Harry moaned wantonly at the pet name, violently shaking as he orgasmed again for the umpteenth time that night. Finally, Draco spilt his seeds inside before pulling out, breathless. "You're so gorgeous," Draco whispered as he watched his debauched partner on his bed, his dark skin contrast with the Slytherin green sheets. His eyes roamed all over Harry's body.

His face was dark red, eyes in the shade of the Killing Curse unfocused as he panted, trying to come down from his high. His legs were wide open, putting on a pornographic show for Draco as his cum dripped out of his puffy slightly gaping hole. His nipples were red and hard from the amount of pinching and biting Draco did on him. The white fluid was sprayed all over his chest and also along his cock looked sinful

Absolutely ruined, Draco thought as he licked his lips and trailed his hand on Harry's inner thigh, watching as the muscles flinched underneath his touch, igniting a dazed moan from the male underneath him. I want more of you, Harry. I want to keep on taking everything you can offer and more until you have nothing left to give.

"D-Draco," Harry whimpered.

Instantly, he reached for the glass of water he had prepared for Harry by Ginky, the house-elf, before they had gone into their sex escapade. He helped the Gryffindor to sit up and make sure Harry drank all of the liquid to hydrate himself. "Are you hurt? Should I prepare any potions for you, my Love?" Draco asked worriedly.

"No, Draco," Harry eased back into the sheets, pulling the blond along with him with a gentle smile. He could see the exhaustion in Harry's eyes. "I feel fine. Sore but fine."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, Love. Sleep with me, please."

"I already did, in more ways than one."

Harry burst into giggles and slapped Draco's chest gently. "That's not what I mean!"

"Alright. Alright, sweetheart," Draco laughed along, catching the hand and pressed butterfly kisses on his fingers before showering Harry's face with kisses. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too," Harry beamed.