Ferret (Sequel To Scarhead)

chapter five-stay

As Draco began to calm down, Harry moved him over to the couch, pulling the noisy bed frame from under the pillow. He threw the bed sheet that he had been wearing and threw it back onto the bed, laying on top of beside Draco. Draco worked himself out of his clothing so he, just like Harry, was completely naked.

They lay and discussed what the missed and didn't miss about Hogwarts until they ran out of words and started snogging. First deep and passionate, but quickly turning into something much more rough and erotic. Draco pushed himself up and supported himself over Harry, who was fiercely handling Draco's cock in one hand, while the other hand played with his hair. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth.

Draco lowered himself onto Harry so he could use his hand for something more useful, fiddling with Harry's penis. Stroking it like a cat. Harry moved his legs and wrapped them around Draco's hips, moving his mouth to the crook of Draco's neck, he pulled Draco's hair back,hard so that his neck was more exposed and sucked violently. His glossy skin feeling ripe under his mouth.

"Never leave again, Harry" Draco whimpered.

"Is my little ferret scared of the muggle world?" Harry asked in the tone you would use for a child. He batted his eyelashes in a mocking way, which Draco revenged with scant nips to his earlobes.

"Piss off, prat." he said in between nips, Harry squirmed, letting his legs fall from Draco. "You know, I really hate Mrs.Anderson. There needs to be some way to get back at her."

"Something that won't get us arrested, preferably."

"Ugh, Faster Harry! Faster!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. Harry laughed from underneath him as he kept screaming. "That's sure to get her attention." Draco giggled into Harry's sternum before he kept screaming.

"She's gonna come over and break down our door. Probably shoot us as well. What do you think her children are thinking right now."

"They probably think we're like running a race or something. Children are so innocent." Draco rolled off of Harry and took him by the hips, picking him up into a seated position. "Start moaning, really loud.." Draco pulled harry's legs apart and licked his leg from his knee to his cock, pulling his mouth around it. Harry didn't get halfway through a moan before he broke out into hysterical laughter. "Stop laughing, this is serious." Draco mumbled, with a mouth full of cock.

"I'm sorry." Harry kept saying in between his laughter. "I'm sorry, I can't."

"This isn't supposed to be funny. Goddammit, you're a such a child." he sat up on Harry's lap, crossing his legs with Harry in the middle.

"Okay, I'm done, I'm sorry." Harry said before laughing again.

"We're never going to get through this." Draco said with his head in Harry's chest. He listened to Harry go on for awhile, whenever he would stop and take a breath, Draco would look up hopefully to see if he was done, but he would soon start up again. "Harry, it' not that funny."

"You know what else is not funny? Having to go to work tomorrow."

"Very true. Wanna know what else? You laughing while I am trying to make love to you. Who does that?"

"I said I was sorry. Besides, we can't stay up all night, we've got to sleep, it's kind of important."

"Kind of."

"Yeah, kind of," Harry moved his hands up Draco's back to the rear end of his neck at the base of his hair line. He pulled Draco's head to his chest, "someday, we'll have all the time in the world to do stuff, when we're old and full of sleep, sitting by the fire, reading poetry to one another in our huge mansion with tons of wild exotic animals. We'll sit in the arm chair, naked on each others laps, making love in front of the fire in the library, knowing that nothing could ever tear us apart and that we were safe. Just imagine. We would have two or three children and everything we could ever want."

"Sounds like you've put some thought into this. But what you didn't think about was that we live in the muggle world where we have nothing, and probably will never have anything."

"We've got each other." Harry said.

"God, that's so sleazy. We'll have to get married before we're able to adopt children."

"Then marry me, Draco."

"Alright, now where's my ring?"

Harry slid off of Draco's lap and walked calmly to the fridge, knowing full well that Draco was staring at his naked ass. He lifted a white plastic container from the bottom shelve and brought it over to the bed.

He propped open the lid, revealing seven uneaten and quite greasy onion rings from the cafe, that were probably a week old. Harry pulled one from the box and shoved it on Draco's finger. "Wow, Harry, this must have cost you a fortune, you must really care." Draco said with faked enthusiasm.

"I'm glad you like it, now we have to plan the date and pick the colours and the guest list. I was thinking red and gold, we'll want a winter wedding too, because that's the most romantic, as for guests, we don't really have any friends, but maybe we could get away with seeing Ron and Hermione, and the rest of the weasleys, back in the UK, your mother and that other guy you're always talking about."

"Red and gold? No way! I was thinking green. And I want a summer wedding, the winter is too cold."

"Well the summer is too hot."

"Fine, autumn."

"Way to compromise. Now what about the colours, oh one more thing, location. I was thinking we could do it in the garden of the burrow."

"We're getting ahead of ourselves here, how safe do you think it is to go back to where I am a wanted criminal and you are pretty much a dead man. Maybe they could come somewhere here, so it's safer."

"There's another thing, are you going to be Draco potter, or am I going to be Harry Malfoy?"

"Don't be stupid, I will never give you the grief of being a malfoy, I will be a potter."

"So you are the girl in the relationship, Ron always made jokes about that."

"Oh shove off, scarhead." He yelled, tackling Harry from his seated position onto his back. He nibbles at his neck making Harry giggle.

"Stop!" He squealed, "I'm sorry!" He shoved at Draco's shoulders.

"You are not!" He took Harry's hands and pinned them to his sides under the weight of his knees.

Harry stopped struggling and looked up at him, "I'm sorry I love you, ferret."

Draco smiled and kissed him on the lips. He hoped every night could be like this.