Blind - drarry

Chapter 20

They got back near midnight. Harry wanted to get him home before Christmas was over. He Apparated into the den and turned on the tree. Harry was shaking with excitement. Before Draco could even get his bearings at where in the room he was at, Harry grabbed his jumper and reeled him in for a long kiss. Draco kissed back and wrapped his arms around him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to jump you like that," Harry said, as he kissed his neck.

"It's alright. Been wanting to do that all day, too."

"Oh, bloody hell! Your present! Kreacher!" Harry called loudly.

Draco expected a crack, but heard nothing at first. Then a squeaky, "I is coming, Harry!" came from the kitchen. He wasn't sure why the elf chose to walk, but he heard the shuffling feet moving toward them. "I took care of 'im."

"Thanks, Kreacher," Harry said and stepped toward the house elf.

Draco sighed, not knowing what happened, but Harry dropped something warm and moving in his arms.

"Merry Christmas!" Harry said, as a wet tongue attacked Draco's face. He nearly dropped it in surprise, but Harry steadied him. "Easy!"

Draco gripped the furry creature and found its head. "A dog? You got me a dog?"

"Puppy, technically. Rescue. It's some kind of krup mix, but not much. Mostly an Aussie."

Draco smiled as he hugged the attention-loving pup, though it apapeared to be tired. "A dog implies a permanent residence-a puppy an even longer one."

Harry stammered, "I... well...."

"I hope I have a place to stay," Draco laughed.

"You always will have a place to stay," Harry said. "I'm sorry if I was being... presumptuous."

"That's a big word."

"Prat, I just thought we could train him to be a seeing-eye dog. He can help you move around when you're outside of our home. Muggles use dogs for a lot of things."

"I see. Does he have a name?" Draco asked, as he petted the pup to calm him down. He had gleefully noticed Harry's use of the word "our".

"No, not really. I figured you'd want to name him."

"Hmm... how about Laelaps?"

"Laelaps?"

"Canis Major, Potter. Didn't you take Astronomy?" Draco drawled.

"Prat... that was the other name for it. Orion's hunting dog. I forgot," Harry said.

"Yep, he was. The dog that could catch anything, and Orion was blinded, too. So, it fits."

"It does. Laelaps it is. I didn't want to give you him this morning, cause then you might've wanted to take him to Ron's. Dogs do not like Apparation or floos."

"And how are we supposed to take him anywhere, Harry?"

"Walk or ride? Sorry, spur of the moment, really. Kreacher agreed to watch him for me."

"Kreacher was honored to take care of 'im!" the house elf squeaked.

"Thank you, Kreacher. And you, too, Harry. I love him, and soon I'll love him more than you."

"You love me?" Harry whispered, coming closer.

Draco went red. "I do, Harry. I've always loved you, since that day in Madam Malkin's"

Harry took his arms. "I love you, too, Draco."

"EHHH!" Kreacher squealed. "Masters are in love! Here, gimme the sweet pup! I take care of him while you sleep!"

"Kreacher..." Harry started.

"No! Gimme Laelaps!" he demanded, and Draco handed him the sleepy puppy.

"Make sure you sleep, please," Harry said.

"Kreacher will. Goodnight, Harry, Master Draco."

"Goodnight, Kreacher," Draco said, as the house elf disappeared into the kitchen.

Harry pulled him over to the couch and extinguished the lights. They stared at the bright tree, and Draco kissed him for a few minutes.

"Thank you, Harry. This day has been perfect."

"You smiled and teared up so much. It made me so happy, Draco. It was the best Christmas, the best day I've ever had," Harry said, sniffling a little.

"Me, too, but I need to give you my present," Draco whispered and leaned in to kiss him, again. "The clock hasn't struck midnight, yet."

"You have a present for me?" Harry said, surprised.

"It's a last-minute gift. You told me last night, while we were dancing, what you wanted."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did," he said as he kissed him. "You said that all you want for Christmas is me."

Harry took a quick, stuttering breath in. His hands grabbed ahold of his shirt like he was worried he'd split. "Y-Yeah...?"

"Well, I'm yours, Harry."

Harry seemed stunned. "You mean, we're boyfriends? Or...."

"I think we became boyfriends at some point, which neither of us decided to mention. But I mean... we go upstairs, and... you unwrap your present."

Harry coughed. "Are you serious?"

Draco pried Harry's fingers off his shirt and said, "I am, but if you think it's too fast...."

"I don't!" Harry said, quickly.

He was eager. "Then let's go."

"But you don't have to do this, for a Christmas present! It's not necessary."

"Harry, I've wanted nothing else for years. It's not a repayment or making us even. I want to have sex with you. I want to feel your naked body. I want you to scream my name."

Harry laughed. "You're sure about this?"

"Yes," Draco said, as the clock dinged for the first few times. "Well, you have until the stroke of midnight to accept my present."

"Midnight?" he replied as the fourth and fifth chimes came. Then sixth and seventh clanged. At the eighth chime, Harry kissed him. "I accept. I'll accept anything you want to do, Draco. I just want you in my arms come morning."

The clock struck twelve, and Draco snogged him, thrusting his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. Harry did the same, gripping him hard enough to leave bruises.

"Come on, Harry. Let's go upstairs. I want to feel all of you," Draco whispered through the kisses.

Harry led the way up the stairs, but Draco led him towards his bedroom. He knew his room.

"But your bed is small," Harry complained, as he pulled off his jumper.

"Well, you should have invited me into your room before. I don't need a broken toe in the middle of the night cause I don't know where I am. My bed will be fine."

Harry sighed but, thankfully, didn't need prompting to come over and undress him, very slowly, before shedding his own clothes. Then Harry's large hands touched his chest, and he was trembling, again. "Merlin, you're beautiful," Harry whispered.

Draco let him run his hands over his body and then did some exploring of his own. Harry's rock-hard abs were beautiful to touch. He could feel several scars, but that wasn't surprising considering it was Potter.

"Are you sure you just want to jump into it?" Harry verified.

"More than sure. You got lube?"

"Yeah," he said, and bent down to pull it out of his clothes and handed it to him.

"Carry it on you?" Draco laughed.

"Never know," Harry replied, as Draco led Harry to the bed,

However, he was confused about why Harry got in first and guided him on top of him. "Harry?"

"Draco, you can top."

Draco winced and gasped, "What? No! You're supposed to...."

"I'm not supposed to do anything. I want you to top. I want you to be in control."

"Harry... I can't see! I can't...."

"You walked the length of muggle London if I recall. Surely, you can find my hole."

Draco's face heated up.

"Aww... your blush is gorgeous. I thought you said that you did this before."

"I have. And how long are you going to play those words back against me?"

"Every time that you say you can't do something because you're blind."

Draco sighed. "It's not just that. You rescued me. You saved me from a hard life. You deserve...."

"I deserve a handsome, witty and strong boyfriend. Sex position is not earned. It's what is preferred, and I don't care who is where," Harry claimed.

"Then why are you telling me to top?"

Harry sighed, "I want you to top, cause... you know... you know what you are doing."

Draco sucked in a breath. "You-You're virgin?"

"Umm... yeah?" Harry murmured. He could practically hear him blush.

"You should top, then! Bottoming is rough sometimes, especially your first time! You need to get used to having a prick up there."

"Well, I have kinda been... umm... experimenting," Harry said, embarrassed.

"You... have?"

"Yeah... with my fingers and stuff. Have you been doing that?"

Draco frowned. No, and he hadn't ever bottomed before. He had weighed the pain as part of his sacrifice to Harry's gift. "But... you're a Gryffindor. Don't you want to take me?"

"You're a Slytherin, don't you?" Harry laughed. "We aren't going anywhere on that logic, and unless you did some preparation before tonight, you're not going to bottom."

Draco frowned, and Harry's fingers caressed his cheek.

"Please, Draco, this is what I wanted. I want you to feel strong, to feel and know how much I love and trust you."

Draco sighed. "It's still going to hurt, Harry. I don't want you to be hurt."

"Yeah, but it will go away, and it will feel good."

"I don't want to cock this up."

Harry laughed. "No, you're going to cock me up."

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"But you understood it. Well, Draco?"

He nodded. "Okay. How... do you w-want to do it?"

"However, you want Draco," Harry said.

"I think you're overestimating my experience in this. It was only a few times."

"A few times more than me, just go with what feels natural."

Draco nodded, and his hands reached out and found Harry's chest again. He pushed, and Harry leaned back into his pillow. His fingers quested across his body: his arms, his chest and his hips. He leaned forward to kiss Harry's lips. Then he slowly made his way down his neck to his chest. Harry opened his legs, so his jutting hard-on was right against his stiff prick. His fingers hesitantly touched Harry's shaft, earning a quiver.

Draco tilted his head up to where Harry's face would be, but there was nothing. Shit... he wanted to see him. He flinched as it hit him so hard at that moment. He'd kept his stiff upper lip. He didn't whinge on about what he had lost and feel sorry for himself. Never. He got frustrated. He hated being trapped, alone and without hope, and he might have cried about that... but not about the curse, not about being blind itself. That changed as tears fell from his eyes.

"Draco?" Harry said, concerned and his fingers brushed his cheek. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Are we going too fast?"

"What? No, I just wish that I could see you, just one last time," Draco said, as more tears came out.

Harry sat up and kissed him, "Oh, Draco. I wish that, too. Give me your hands." Harry took his hands and brought them to feel his face. "See? That's my scar. And we go down, and there are my overgrown eyebrows and my eyes. See? There's my nose that you may or may not have broken."

Draco smirked a little, though he regretted it immensely.

"And here's my smile. It says that I love you, and I'm sorry that you can't meet my eyes and know that with certainty. But I do."

Draco kissed him and slowly leaned him back. "Thank you. You still want to try?"

"Try? No, I want you to do it. Don't be afraid, Draco."

He snogged him a good few minutes as he worked his way down his chest again.

"You want to turn over?" he murmured.

"No, I want to see you," Harry breathed. "But I mean, I know that's... umm... mean...."

"I want you to see me. I want you to see how much I love you, but it's harder this way."

"I can take it. I finished a quidditch game with a broken arm and dueled the Dark Lord after he killed me. So, I can take a little pain. You aren't going to hurt me."

Draco snorted and drawled, "Don't blame me for your sore rear-end tomorrow."

"I won't... probably won't."

He spread his legs open. Harry was flexible enough to spread them wide, and Draco lifted his butt to shift a pillow under it. His fingers located Harry's clenched hole.

"You're going to have to relax, Harry."

Potter took a deep breath and tried, but he was nervous. That was evident. He would make him a blubbering mess before he was done, though. Draco circled and teased his hole a bit, before lubing up his finger and pressed it against the opening. He smirked as his mouth located Harry's weeping member and enveloped it, as Harry jolted in surprise.

"Draco..." he moaned.

That was sweet surrender to his ears. Draco sucked a little, not too much. He didn't want Harry to come too soon, but enough that he relaxed a little. His finger slipped right through his tight ring. Harry groaned from the intrusion, but urged him to go deeper. Draco did. Moving and circling his finger inside him, before he put it back out for more lube and pressed two fingers in, working them in deeper, while distracting Harry with slow, with his mouth.

"Please, Draco! Just do it! I'm prepped enough!"

"Not from this position. You need three. I'm not small," Draco huffed.

"Oh really? I won't know until you shove it in!" Harry challenged.

Draco rolled his eyes and wasn't taken in by his taunts. He pulled his fingers out and added the third, stretching him out as quickly as he could, as Potter was getting close.

"Come on, Draco! I'm ready!"

"Your impatience shows itself again," Draco chuckled and pulled out. He lathed up his very hard and ready member. "Ready?"

"I just said...."

"Shh... calm down, Harry. We have all the time in the world."

"Urgh!" Harry groaned, shaking.

"Besides, you have to pull your legs up."

"Up?"

"Yeah, to your chest. This way is harder, but more intimate. So, are you ready to be bent?" he smirked.

"Haha, Is this good?" Harry said, and Draco's hands checked where his legs were.

"I think so, hence my sight problem."

"It's not like I know, either."

"It'll be fine when we start. I'll go slow, okay?"

"Okay," Harry breathed, his nervousness back a little.

"Calm down," Draco whispered as he came closer, guiding it with his hands until he was lined up.

"Go head, Draco," Harry urged.

Draco slowly pressed in, and Harry hissed in pain. Draco whispered, "I'll go slower." He did, taking his time until he was seated. He waited as Harry squirmed, trying to adjust to him.

"Okay, ready... just go slow," Harry whispered.

Draco nodded and pulled out slightly. Harry groaned a few times, but then shifted his legs and wrapped them around Draco's waist. Draco went faster, and Harry jolted when Draco finally hit the spot.

"The prostate, Potter. Remind me to tell you about the birds and bees tomorrow," Draco chuckled, as he hit the spot, again, harder.

"Keep doing that!"

"As you wish, my boyfriend," Draco responded and thrust into Harry harder and faster. Harry wasn't quiet at all. Kreacher would have no doubts as to what they were doing as Harry's screams filled the house. "You're going to wake the neighbors, Harry."

"I-don't-frickin-care!" Harry yelled, coming up to kiss Draco as he pounded him.

It only took a few will-aimed hits for Harry to come all over their chests, and Draco followed him, unloading into him.

"Draco!" Harry shouted, as Draco pulled out of him and shakily fell to his side. Harry took some deep breaths and laughed, "I've waited for twenty-freakin'-years for that!"

"No, only about ten. We didn't know each other twenty years ago."

"Funny."

"Mind cleaning us up?"

"You have a wand, now."

Draco frowned. "Accio wand." It came to his hand, along with Harry's. "Well, your wand likes me, too."

"Just like its owner," Harry said, kissing him after Draco cleaned them off.

Harry turned and wrapped his naked legs around his and snaked his arms around his chest, pulling him back. Harry's prick was pressed into his crack. Harry's head rested against his.

"That was wonderful. Can we do it every day?" Harry asked, sweetly.

"Sure, maybe every hour if you want," Draco chuckled as he took Harry's hand.

"Might want to work up to that. I am a little sore."

"Told you."

"But I don't regret it at all. It was perfect."

"I'm glad."

"You don't mind me staying, right?"

Draco turned his head, so Harry could see his eye roll. "I might get offended if you left."

"I won't. I-I w-want to be with you," Harry stuttered, as though he was testing the waters.

"You are with me, Harry," Draco pointed out.

"Yeah, I mean... always. I always want to be around you," Harry declared, fervently.

Draco rotated slowly so that they were face-to-face. He smiled. "I do, too, Harry."

Harry's confidence reasserted itself. "I know we just became boyfriends and all, but I was thinking of something a little more permanent."

Tears came out of Draco's eyes. "You don't want to wait until the laws are repealed?"

"I don't give a flying crap about the laws. I already promised you I'll move out of the country if they don't rescind them. I'll go break your friends and mum out of prison, if I have to! I love you Dr-"

Draco stopped him with a kiss. "Yes, you magnanimous amazing git that you are! I will stay with you forever, anyway that you'll have me. Whether it's as your love slave...."

"Draco!"

"...or your... husband?" he finished, hoping he hadn't been imagining that Harry was proposing.

"Husband... sounds perfect to me," Harry breathed and drew Draco into a long, searing kiss.