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Harry didn’t think he would ever forgive Hermione. Okay, to be fair, how had she been supposed to know that Draco Malfoy worked at the massage parlor she had recommended to Harry? Harry was cursing Hermione under his breath as Draco approached him. The blond was dressed in loose lightweight white clothing. He looked like he was going to lead a yoga class on the beach.
“Hello, Mr. Potter. Are you ready?” Draco said with faux politeness. Harry stared at him in shock.
“You don’t have to, I can get someone else,” Harry stated, trying to give both of them an out. Draco smiled at him with a phony customer service smile.
“Nonsense, Mr. Potter. I’m a professional. Besides, there are no other masseurs available,” Draco said in a sickly sweet tone. Harry hung his head in resignation and stood up to follow Draco to the room he would die in.
“I’ll leave so you can have some privacy. Once you’re fully undressed, you can lay down on your front with the towel across your backside,” Draco instructed before stepping out. Harry couldn’t believe he was actually going to go through with this. He really needed the massage. He’d pulled his back during one of his assignments this week and Teddy was coming to visit this weekend. He didn’t want to risk hurting his back even further.
Harry quickly undressed and carefully laid down on the table. He struggled to place the towel over his ass from the position he was in, but he eventually succeeded. Harry found himself being grateful that he was still fit. He was proud of his muscles and defined chest. He caught himself thinking this and wondered why he cared. It was only Malfoy, who was he trying to impress?
A soft knock sounded on the door, pulling him out of his thoughts. Harry called out to him to come in and the door opened. Of course it was Draco, back and ready to start the massage from hell.
Draco entered the room, carrying a small bottle of oil. He couldn't believe he was about to massage Harry bloody Potter. Life was full of absurd moments, wasn't it? He approached the table silently, trying not to stare at Harry's perfectly sculpted form beneath the towel. Draco turned on some relaxing music as he set up the things he would need for the massage.
"You'll need to be completely still during this," he murmured, his voice more professional than usual. He squeezed some of the oil onto his hands, warming it slightly before touching Harry. He started at Harry's shoulders, his skilled fingers already finding the tense spots that needed attention.
Harry tried very hard to hold in any and all sounds the pleasure threatened to cause. As Draco's hands worked their magic on Harry's back and shoulders, he couldn't help but notice how the other man was trying to suppress any signs of enjoyment. It was almost cute, in a strange way.
Draco leaned down slightly, his breath ghosting over Harry's ear as he whispered, "You can let go if you need to," his fingers kneading into Harry's muscles. He could feel the tension slowly leaving Harry's body under his touch. "I won't tell anyone if you moan." His voice was teasing but gentle. “The rooms are warded to block any sound from leaving the room.” Harry nodded in understanding, not trusting his voice at the moment.
Draco continued the massage, his touch becoming more confident and intimate. He moved lower, working on Harry's lower back and hips. The oil made his fingers glide easily over Harry's skin, and he could feel every ridge of muscle beneath his hands. Suddenly, Draco couldn't resist any longer.
“Is it alright if I move under the towel now?” Draco asked. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the implication behind Draco's question. He knew it was a professional massage, but the way Draco said it made something stir inside him.
"Yes," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse with sudden desire. Draco slowly pulled the towel away, revealing Harry's entire backside. Draco applied more oil to his hands, warming it up before moving on to Harry’s supple ass.
Draco's hands slid over Harry's firm bottom, squeezing and kneading the muscles. He worked his way up and down, spreading the oil thoroughly. As he reached the bottom curve of Harry's cheeks, he hesitated for a moment before slipping his oiled fingers between them, pressing gently against Harry's hole.
It was a ghost of a touch, Draco didn’t let himself linger. Harry gasped at the brief contact, but didn’t say anything. Draco moved down in between Harry’s thighs, massaging under his balls and along his taint.
Draco's touch was gentle but firm as he massaged the sensitive area between Harry's balls and his hole. He could feel Harry trembling slightly under his hands, and it sent a thrill through him. He continued the massage, occasionally brushing his fingers against Harry's entrance without pushing in.
Draco moved on down to Harry’s legs like nothing had happened. Like being felt up was a normal part of the massage experience. Harry didn’t question it, as he didn’t normally have massages and Draco was the expert. Draco worked his way down Harry's legs, massaging the calves and ankles thoroughly. As he finished, he stood up and moved to the head of the table.
“I can turn around if you’d like, while you flip over. You can recover yourself with the towel,” Draco offered in an unsteady voice. He was hard and he was trying desperately to hide it. He wasn’t the only one with a large problem. Harry’s dick had been steadily getting harder as the massage went on. Once Draco removed the towel and worked on his ass, Harry had been fully hard. The puny towel wouldn’t do much to hide it, but Harry guessed it was better than nothing.
Harry turned over slowly, his body flushed and his cock straining against the towel. Draco watched him for a moment before turning around himself. When he faced Harry again, he could see the outline of Harry's erection clearly through the towel. It was quite literally causing a sizable tent.
Draco swallowed hard, his own erection throbbing painfully in his pants. He tried to focus on the massage oil and lotions instead of the tented towel hiding Harry's hard cock.
"Arms above your head," Draco instructed gruffly, his voice deeper than usual due to arousal. Harry obeyed and raised his arms over his head.
Draco started with Harry's chest, his fingers dancing over the firm pecs and the flat stomach. He could feel Harry's breathing becoming shallower as he worked his way down. When he reached the towel, he paused for a moment before slowly pulling it down, revealing Harry's hard, leaking cock.
Draco worked fully around it, making sure not to touch it. If Draco were to touch Harry’s cock, there was no playing that off as a regular massage and Draco could be fired for that if Harry wasn’t receptive. Draco massaged Harry’s hips and moved down to his thick thighs.
Draco's hands lingered on Harry's inner thighs, spreading them wider as he massaged the muscles. He could literally see Harry's cock throbbing against his stomach as he worked. Draco's own cock was painfully hard now, pressing against his pants as he fought the urge to touch Harry's dick.
Draco continued the massage as he tried to focus on anything other than Harry’s thick, now leaking, uncut cock. Draco's hands moved up Harry's thighs again, this time going closer to his cock. He could feel Harry's breath catching as he brushed against the sensitive skin near his balls. He decided to risk it and gently cupped Harry's balls in one hand while massaging his thigh with the other.
Draco figured he could play off a testicle massage as part of the package, plus, Harry didn’t seem to mind at all. Draco's fingers gently massaged Harry's balls, feeling their weight and firmness. Harry let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly. Encouraged, Draco began to gently roll the balls between his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Draco had to fight himself to move on from Harry’s balls and back down his legs. Draco moved back down to Harry's ankles and feet, giving them a thorough massage. He avoided the obvious problem between Harry's legs for now, knowing that if he touched that throbbing dick, he'd be lost. Finally, he moved back up to Harry's hips.
Draco always finished off all his massages on the clients' chests. What he didn’t do, was tweak and rub their nipples, but that’s exactly what he was doing to Harry. Draco's thumbs flicked over Harry's sensitive nubs, twisting and pulling them gently. Harry let out a soft gasp, his chest arching slightly as Draco pinched the hard peaks between his fingers. Draco could feel himself growing more daring as he continued to toy with Harry's chest. Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco. Draco saw the lust clouding his piercing green eyes.
“Potter, Can I “ Draco started to ask, but Harry cut him off.
He didn’t care what Draco was going to ask to do, the answer was yes.
“Yes, please,” Harry replied breathlessly.
Draco felt his heart skip a beat at Harry's breathy yes, his fingers still playing with Harry's nipples. Without hesitation, he slid one hand down Harry's stomach, not stopping this time - directly wrapping his fingers around Harry's thick, leaking cock.
"Fuck," Harry muttered under his breath. Draco started to stroke Harry's cock slowly, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head and spreading the precome around. Harry's hips bucked into his hand, seeking more friction. Draco leaned down and captured one of Harry's nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while he jerked him off faster.
Harry let Draco suck and bite his nipple before wrapping a hand around the back of Draco’s neck, pulling him in for a messy kiss. Draco moaned into the kiss, his tongue pushing into Harry's mouth as he continued to jerk him off. Harry's kiss was demanding and passionate, unlike anything Draco had ever experienced. He felt Harry's thick, uncut dick throb in his hand as he kissed him deeply.
Harry had noticed Draco’s hard cock during the massage, but had been too nervous to make the first move (how Gryffindor of him). He was now emboldened since he now knew that Draco wanted him too. He grasped Draco’s hard cock through his thin trousers as they kissed.
Draco hissed into the kiss as Harry grasped his hard cock through his trousers. He rocked his hips forward, fucking into Harry's hand desperately. The thin fabric of his trousers did little to hide how hard he was - or how much he was leaking precome.
Harry now tugged on Draco’s trousers, silently asking for them to be removed. Draco broke the kiss briefly to shove his trousers and pants down his legs hastily, kicking them off completely. His hard, small cock sprang free, bobbing and leaking precome heavily. He captured Harry's mouth again immediately, pushing his tongue back inside as Harry's hand reached for him. He was embarrassed about his size and tried to distract Harry from looking at him too much.
Harry pushed Draco’s delicate hand away, replacing it with his own larger, thicker hand. Harry’s hand wrapped around Draco's smaller, slim length felt incredible, but also made Draco feel self-conscious about the size difference. He moaned loudly into the kiss as Harry started to jerk him off slowly, his small dick throbbing and leaking even more.
Draco didn’t realize, but Harry loved his size. It turned him on more than he realized. Harry unconsciously tightened his large hand around Draco's smaller length, giving it slow, tight pulls. He spread Draco's precome around with his thumb, making his small dick shiny and wet. He loved how much smaller it was than his own - it was adorable and incredibly sexy. Harry pulled back from the kiss to look Draco in the eyes.
“Can I please suck your cock? It’s so fucking sexy, I want to taste it,” Harry begged gruffly.
Draco's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment at Harry's words. No one had ever called his small cock "sexy" before, let alone begged to suck it. He felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest and groin at Harry's genuine desire. His hand instinctively grabbed Harry's hair roughly.
Harry immediately opened his mouth, letting Draco guide his tiny cock inside. As Draco pushed his small dick into Harry's open mouth without hesitation, his fingers tightened in Harry's hair. He let out a sharp gasp as Harry's warm tongue immediately wrapped around his sensitive head. It felt incredible—better than anything he'd ever experienced alone or with anyone else.
Draco’s past partners had never cared to suck his cock or pay it any attention, really. He had resigned to a life of getting himself off as his partners used his body for their own pleasure. Harry was opening Draco’s eyes to a whole new world of possibility. He had no idea there were people who would find his cock desirable, sexy even. He couldn’t believe Harry Potter was one of them.
“You really like my tiny cock?” Draco asked in disbelief. Draco's voice was soft and vulnerable as he asked the question, his small dick still resting on Harry's tongue. He couldn't believe that the savior of the Wizarding World, his school rival who he'd always been jealous of and wanted, was actually enjoying sucking his tiny cock. It was a dream come true.
Harry nodded, not taking Draco’s cock from his mouth. Seeing Harry nod enthusiastically with his dick in his mouth nearly made Draco come undone. He let out a soft whimper, his hips jerking slightly forward. No one had ever been this worshipful of his small cock before. Harry's enthusiasm was pushing every one of his insecurities away.
“Can I suck you, too?” Draco asked breathlessly. “I always wondered what you’d taste like.” Harry's heart raced at Draco's words. He pulled Draco's tiny cock out of his mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them.
"Fuck yes," Harry growled, pulling Draco onto the table with him. He had Draco straddle his face and lean down over his cock. They were in the 69 position on top of the massage table.
Harry's large, hard cock was right in front of Draco's mouth. He could smell Harry's musky scent and see the thick veins running down his shaft. Without hesitation, Draco wrapped his lips around Harry's head and started sucking gently, marveling at how different it felt compared to his own tiny dick.
Harry moaned loudly around Draco’s small prick, so Draco must have been doing something right. Hearing Harry's muffled moans around his tiny dick sent a rush of pleasure through Draco. He started bobbing his head up and down, sucking and licking at Harry's large head. He couldn't believe how big and thick Harry was—it was a dream come true. Draco had never wanted a cock inside him as badly as he wanted Harry’s.
As Draco sucked Harry enthusiastically, his own small dick was throbbing with need. He desperately wanted Harry inside him—to feel that large cock stretching him open. His hole clenched involuntarily at the thought. He sucked harder, hoping to encourage Harry to fuck him instead of just blowing each other.
Draco didn’t realize that he didn’t need to talk Harry into it at all. Harry had wanted to fuck Draco since 5th year. Harry spread Draco's round cheeks wider, his eyes fixated on Draco's small pink hole. He had wanted to shove his large dick into that tight entrance since he was 15 years old. He had jerked off countless times imagining bending Draco over desks and tables.
Harry licked down the underside of Draco’s small cock, continuing over his taint, stopping at his tight hole. Draco was completely hairless. Harry wondered if the blond took a potion for that or if he was naturally bare.
Draco let out a surprised cry as Harry's wet tongue touched his hairless hole. He was indeed naturally hairless everywhere—he found body hair on himself unappealing, so he was lucky. On other men, though? Draco found body hair bloody sexy. Harry’s chest, legs, and underarms all had thick black hair. He kept his pubes reasonably trimmed, but he liked a bit of hair there himself. Harry was a walking wet dream to Draco.
Harry's wet tongue licking Draco’s pucker sent shivers down his spine. He wiggled back, silently offering himself to Harry. Harry pushed his tongue in further, moaning at the taste of Draco on his tongue.
Draco cried out softly, his tiny dick leaking precum onto Harry's chest as Harry's tongue pushed inside him. No one had ever rimmed him before—his previous partners hadn’t cared about pleasing him. They had only used him to get off and left him wanting. Draco didn’t think he could get better partners. He felt undesirable due to his below average size. Harry was eating him out like he was his favorite meal.
Harry could feel Draco’s body shuddering. He worried the blond was close to finishing. He would prefer for Draco to cum on his cock instead. He pulled back out of desperation.
“Draco, please let me fuck you. I’m going mad,” Harry begged. Draco panted heavily, his hole clenching around nothing. He had been so close to cumming just from Harry eating him out. Hearing Harry beg to fuck him made Draco's heart race. No one had ever wanted him this badly. He looked back at Harry with hooded eyes.
“If you didn’t fuck me, I would have had to hex you,” Draco joked. Harry chuckled deeply, his cock throbbing at Draco's playful threat. He grabbed the oil from the table, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers.
"You little shit," Harry murmured affectionately, rubbing the cool liquid around Draco's tight hole.
“I don’t need any prep,” Draco admitted breathlessly. Harry felt his chest tighten in jealousy.
“Did you fuck someone recently?” Harry asked gruffly. Draco shook his head quickly as he turned around to face Harry. He was now straddling him again.
"No, it's been a long time," Draco confessed. Harry misunderstood him. Draco had concocted his own potion, one he took daily. It made his hole able to stretch without pain or tearing. Draco fucked himself often and found this potion was the best solution for him.
“I can explain more later, but I take a potion, so I don’t need to be stretched. I’ll be fine,” Draco explained. Harry's heart raced at Draco's words. He didn't care about the potion right now, all he could think about was sinking his thick cock into Draco's tight hole. He lined himself up and without warning, thrust forward, burying himself balls deep inside Draco in one smooth motion.
Draco cried out loudly as Harry suddenly filled him completely. The potion worked perfectly—there was no pain, only intense pleasure. Harry's cock hit all the right spots immediately. Draco's hands scrambled for something to hold onto, grabbing onto the table sides tightly.
"Fuck..." Draco moaned deeply. Harry growled low in his chest. He was hilt deep inside Draco—his thick base spread the smaller man's cheeks widely apart. He was bigger than most men—over 9 inches and thick. He slowly pulled Draco until just his tip was inside him before slamming back in hard.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Harry moaned out. Draco's eyes rolled back as Harry set a brutal pace fucking up into Draco. The table shook violently with each powerful thrust. Draco's prostate was being hit relentlessly—he felt like he was going to burst at the seams. He had never been fucked so roughly or deeply before. It was pure bliss.
Harry's hands gripped Draco's hips tightly—his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He could feel his balls tightening already—Draco felt too good wrapped around him. Draco leaned forward pressing their bodies together—trying to stabilize himself.
Harry pulled Draco down, flush to him, holding him there. Harry was trying so hard not to cum too quickly. He didn’t want this to be over so soon. He didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to have Draco like this again and he wanted to savor it.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck—holding onto him tightly as Harry held him pinned against his chest—fucking up into him slowly and deeply instead of rapidly. Draco could feel every vein on Harry's thick length rubbing inside him—it was incredibly intimate being held so close during sex.
Harry buried his face in Draco’s neck. He began kissing and sucking on the soft skin there, trying to distract himself from how good Draco’s hole felt wrapped around him.
Draco moaned softly—his fingers playing with Harry's hair. He loved being held like this— being fucked slowly and deeply while Harry showed affection through kisses and gentle bites on his neck. Draco's cock throbbed between them—leaking precum onto Harry's stomach.
Harry wanted to change their position so he had more freedom to move around and really fuck into Draco once he was ready. He gently lifted the blond up and off of him. Harry climbed off of the table and pulled Draco against him, cupping Draco’s face lovingly. He looked deeply into Draco’s eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” Harry asked, despite having already been inside him. Draco blinked up at Harry surprised—no one had ever asked his permission to kiss him during or after fucking him. He was touched by the gesture—it showed a level of respect and affection that he hadn't expected. Draco nodded slowly, parting his lips slightly in invitation.
Harry leaned down and pressed his lips against Draco's gently—his tongue sweeping in to claim Draco's mouth. It was a slow and sensual kiss—one that made Draco feel cherished and seen. Draco kissed him back eagerly—his fingers threading through Harry's hair to pull him closer.
The kiss turned more heated the longer it went on. Their cocks brushed up against one another, causing a delicious friction. Draco moaned into the kiss—his hips pressing forward to grind against Harry's cock. He could feel Harry's length rubbing against his own sensitive shaft—it was driving him crazy with need. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck tightly—deepening the kiss.
Harry lifted Draco’s leg up around his hip, prompting him to jump and wrap his other leg around too. Harry turned them around and pushed Draco up against the wall. Draco moaned at the sudden movement—his legs wrapping tightly around Harry's waist. His back hit the wall hard, Harry's strong arms holding him up easily. Draco whimpered, his small hard dick pressing against Harry's abs, leaking more and more precum.
Harry lined his cock up with Draco’s hole again, lowering Draco onto him. Draco cried out in pleasure—his fingers digging into Harry's shoulders as he was impaled on his thick length. He felt so full—every inch of his hole stretched by Harry's girth. Draco's head fell back against the wall, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy. Harry kissed Draco’s neck again while fucking into him.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Draco,” Harry complimented. Draco whimpered, his hole clenching around Harry's cock at the praise. No one had ever called him sexy during sex before. It made him feel desired and beautiful.
"Harry..." Draco moaned out—a plea for more kisses, more compliments, more everything. Harry kissed his way up Draco's neck, his hips snapping forward hard and deep.
"You have such a perfect body," Harry muttered softly against Draco's jaw. His hands gripped Draco's arse tightly, as if emphasizing his point. “This amazing arse, that pretty face, and fuck, your cute little cock. You drive me bloody crazy. Your sexy little prick fits perfectly in my mouth,” Harry rambled on.
Draco was overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Harry's words washed over him. No one had ever spoken to him like that during sex, with such raw honesty and admiration. It felt like Harry was worshipping every inch of him.
Harry pressed his forehead against Draco’s, closing his eyes.
“Please don’t let this be a one time thing,” Harry begged. “I need you, Draco.” Draco's heart clenched painfully in his chest at Harry's words. He opened his eyes to look into Harry's sincere gaze and saw the genuine need and longing reflected back at him. In that moment, Draco knew he was utterly ruined for anyone else.
Draco kissed Harry sweetly. Draco's lips trembled slightly against Harry's, his voice barely a whisper as he pulled back just enough to speak.
"It won't be," Draco promised softly, his fingers gently cupping Harry's cheek. Harry pulled them away from the wall and laid Draco down on the massage table, his ass hanging off of it. Harry positioned himself between Draco's legs, his cock still buried deep inside him. He leaned down to kiss Draco passionately, his hands roaming over his chest and stomach. Draco arched his back, his cock leaking more precum onto his stomach.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Harry grunted out. He reached a hand down in between them and grasped Draco’s tiny cock, stroking him.
"Fuck," Draco gasped out, his hips bucking up into Harry's hand. No one had ever touched his tiny cock like this—with such gentleness and adoration. The feeling of being completely filled while being jacked off was overwhelming him. "Harry," he whimpered.
“Tell me you feel the same,” Harry said desperately. “Tell me no one else can have you like this.”
"Only you," Draco panted out, his eyes locked onto Harry's. "No one else can make me feel like this. Only your hands, only your cock. You're the only one I want inside me, filling me up, stretching me out."
“Oh fuck,” Harry gasped. Draco’s words were driving him mad. Draco spread his legs wider, wrapping them tightly around Harry's waist. He started to match Harry's thrusts, his tiny cock leaking all over Harry's hand.
"Only you," Draco repeated, his voice breaking slightly with emotion. "I'm yours—only yours," he choked out.
“Fucking mine,” Harry growled, possessive of what was now his.
"Yours," Draco cried out, his back arching off the table as Harry's possession snapped something inside him. Harry's thumb brushed over Draco's sensitive tip, making him see stars as he came suddenly, his tiny cock shooting ropes of white onto his stomach and Harry's hand.
“That’s it, baby, so good for me,” Harry praised as Draco shook in ecstasy. Draco's body trembled, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Harry's words of praise sent another wave of pleasure through him, his cock twitching out another small rope of cum. He looked up at Harry, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Harry pulled his hand back, licking it clean of Draco’s cum. He moaned at the taste as he continued to fuck Draco quickly.
“Taste so fucking good, baby,” Harry praised. Draco whimpered, his hole clenching around Harry's cock at the dirty praise. Seeing Harry lick his cum off his fingers was incredibly hot. Draco reached up to grab Harry's face and kiss him messily, tasting himself on Harry's tongue. Harry was so fucking close. He’d been holding off for so long. Truthfully he’d almost cum the second he put Draco’s small cock in his mouth.
"Harry," Draco panted into the kiss, his legs tightening around Harry's waist. He could feel Harry's cock swelling inside him—Harry was close. Draco wanted to feel Harry cum inside him so badly. He broke the kiss, looking up at Harry with pleading eyes. “Please fill me up, I need it, need you.”
Harry let out a deep groan, Draco's words pushing him over the edge. He grabbed Draco's hips tightly and started pounding into him brutally as his orgasm hit him hard. He came inside Draco without a condom, filling his lover’s hole with his hot seed. He cried out Draco’s name as he filled him up.
Draco moaned loudly, feeling Harry's hot cum filling him up. He could feel it leaking out around Harry's cock, dripping down onto the table beneath him. The sensation was overwhelmingly intimate and dirty—exactly what Draco needed.
Harry pushed Draco further onto the table before he climbed up next to him. He laid down and pulled Draco into his chest, catching his breath. Draco nestled into Harry's chest, his heart racing. He could feel Harry's cum still leaking out of him, mixing with the sweat on his skin. He loved this—instant intimacy with Harry. He traced lazy patterns on Harry's chest as they caught their breath.
“Is anyone going to come looking for us? We’re surely over my allotted time,” Harry laughed. Draco laughed too, but for a different reason.
“Harry, you’re my last client. Hermione told me to make sure you were my last,” Draco admitted. Harry's laughter died down, his hand stilling on Draco's back. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Is that so?" Harry rolled them over so Draco was beneath him again, his softening cock still inside Draco's cum-filled hole. "Well then..." He kissed Draco deeply. Draco’s tiny prick had become hard again.
“First, I’m going to suck your perfect cock again. Then, you’re going to come home with me and spend the night,” Harry told Draco, more-so than asked. Draco bit his lip, his cock throbbing at Harry's words. He loved how Harry took control like this—it made him feel so desired and wanted.
"Yes, please," Draco agreed softly, his legs wrapping around Harry's waist once more.
Harry sighed before speaking, “Don’t let me forget to send Hermione a bloody thank you owl.”