No Sex For A Week (NC-17)

SUMMARY:
When Harry feels Draco is taking him for granted, he issues an ultimatum.
How will Draco cope with the terms of Harry’s declaration?

WARNINGS:
Sexual content, adult language, intoxication, unresolved sexual tension, wanking, rimming

NOTES:
This a 21st birthday present fic for Sara (aka wannabedesigner), who requested Drunk!Horny!Possessive!Harry
- he makes a star appearance in this fic, but he's also a little obnoxious *laughs*

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, SARA!

PRESENTLY UNBETA'D
(will posted Beta'd version in due course)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JKR owns everything.

* * * * *

The Ultimatum

"I bet my dick is bigger than his," Harry stated, his arm draped possessively around his boyfriend's shoulders and waving a blasé hand in the direction of a stranger at the bar. Ginny Weasley snorted her mouthful of vodka and Coke all over her brother, Ron, as she began laughing at Harry's statement.

"Ginny!" Ron snapped, brushing his suit jacket off and glaring at her.

"Probably, love," Draco replied to Harry in amusement, sniggering at Ron.

"There's no 'probably' about it!" Harry insisted, taking a deep swig from his bottle of beer. "Mine almost hangs out the bottom of my kilt, you know."

"You're wearing that kilt authentically?!" Ginny squeaked, her eyes immediately travelling south to Harry's nether regions. Harry grinned smugly. Her eyes turned to Draco. "Are you, too?!" she demanded.

"Of course," Draco sniffed haughtily. "One does not wear traditional attire without wearing it as it was intended."

"Merlin knows why Hermione wanted you in her wedding party," Ron sniped at Draco. "You snotty bastard."

"I love you too, Weasel," Draco snorted. "Hermione and Blaise, whom happens to be the groom and my best friend, wanted all of us in the wedding party, if you drag your head out of your arse long enough to recall."

"Didn't Hermione ban Harry from drinking at her wedding?" Ginny asked lightly, pointedly eying the bottle in Harry's hand. "Something about him decking that guy at her engagement party…"

"He was looking at Draco's arse!" Harry cried, gulping down the last of his beer and burping loudly. "He deserved it."

"Harry, sweetie, you put him in St Mungo's for a week," Draco stated. "And he was Hermione's boss' son. It didn't go down well. Ginny is right. Maybe we should go easy on the booze, hmm? How about a dance?"

"I'm not pissed," Harry muttered, scowling at his boyfriend.

"No, and we don't want you to be either," Draco told him pointedly. "Would you stop glaring at that poor innocent bloke? Your dick is very much likely bigger, okay?"

"Very much likely?" Harry snapped. "You're supposed to agree with me! You're supposed to worship my cock! I worship yours! Three times a fucking day!"

Ron and Ginny were sniggering and trying to hide the fact. Harry was standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at Draco challengingly. Draco rolled his eyes, glaring right back. "Would you like me to waltz over to the guy and ask him to whip it out? Because, honestly, how could I possibly compare without seeing his too?"

Harry's mouth dropped open and he squeaked in horror. "You shouldn't want to see that, you wanker!"

"Out of fairness, I really think I should go have a look," Draco said with a shrug and moved to approach the man. Harry grabbed his arm and in one flash of a moment pulled Draco roughly against him and kissed him so intensely that Draco stumbled back when Harry broke the kiss. With one final smug nod, Harry spun on his heel and sauntered away into the crowd of wedding guests.

"How in the hell you two ever got together is beyond me," Ginny muttered, shaking her head.

"Easy," Draco replied, smoothing his hair down. "We got drunk, we fucked, and we liked it." He shrugged. "Three years later we're still fucking and we're still liking it, so hands off Weasley. He's mine." Draco smirked at Ginny and Ron before walking confidently away to seek Harry out.

* * * * *

"A drink in each hand, he can't string a clear sentence together, yet he is managing to sing that song and dance to it without missing a beat?" Hermione asked sceptically, taking a sip from her champagne.

"What can I say? I like lovers who can multitask," Draco purred, tapping his own glass against Hermione's in a mock toast. "And it's hardly a detailed song, is it?"

"Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'! I need some hot stuff baby tonight!" Harry sung enthusiastically as he wriggled his hips in time to the music, simultaneously sipping from the beer in his left hand and the cocktail in his right.

"Didn't I say I didn't want him drinking at the wedding?" Hermione asked accusingly, but was laughing at Harry despite herself.

"What was I to do? Tie him to the chair and gag him?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I did try. It was your choice to have the open bar. He grabbed the first beer when I was in the Men's Room. By the time I got back, he was onto his third."

Hermione shook her head, watching Harry fondly. "For someone who hardly ever drinks, he certainly makes up for it at special occasions. I'm surprised he's not accosting you, to be honest. He's usually all over you when he's this far gone."

"I suspect that will come when he has a free hand to shove up my kilt," Draco snorted. "I haven't had a chance to say, but you look smashing, Hermione. Marriage agrees with you." He leaned in and gave Hermione a peck on the cheek.

By the time Hermione giggled and pulled back, and before she had a chance to respond, Harry was draped over Draco and glaring at Hermione. "Why ya' kissin' her?!" he demanded.

Draco blinked in surprise. "I was congratulating her, you arsewipe. She did just get married, if you hadn't noticed."

Harry's eyes slowly travelled down Hermione's body, taking in her wedding dress. He hiccupped and then giggled. "Oh yeah," he said through a snort laugh. "I 'member…"

"Harry, what happened to your drinks?" Draco asked curiously. He glanced over to where Harry had just been dancing and found Blaise's grandmother standing in surprise holding Harry's two half-empty beverages.

"You shoved them into Nana Zabini's hands to come over and abuse me?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"No!" Harry cried indignantly and then drunkenly turned to look. "Well, yeah, maybe… you were kissin' my boyfriend…" he giggled.

"He was kissing me," Hermione corrected.

Harry scoffed and screwed his nose up. "Meh, 'is lips can' touch anything but me. Only 'ere," he pointed to his own lips, "and 'ere," he pointed to his dick. "An' all over! Jus' me." He waved a limp hand in front of his body with a grin before he blinked slowly. He visibly shook himself, as if he had a fuzzy head and then turned to gaze dreamily at Draco. "You 'ave such a 'ot arse. I jus' wanna eat it…" Then he grabbed Draco's face between his hands and gave him a deep, sloppy kiss.

Draco let the kiss linger briefly before he tried pulling back. This proved almost impossible, however, as Harry wasn't willing to relinquish his lips. In fact, soon Harry was trying to snake his hand up under the back of Draco's kilt and Draco's squeaked, finally prying Harry away from his lips. "Harry!" he scolded. "You are not flashing my arse at half the guests!"

"Why not?" Harry muttered, yanking Draco's white dress shirt out of his kilt and slipping a hand under it to caress Draco's chest. He leaned in again and start suckling on Draco's throat.

"Because we're in public!" Draco protested, but couldn't resist turning his head a little to give Harry better access.

"Yep," Harry agreed distractedly, trying again to ease Draco's kilt up.

"Have a bit of dignity! This is Hermione's wedding!" Draco snapped, pushing Harry away a bit.

Hermione laughed. "I don't mind. There is bets on who's arse appears from the under their kilt first tonight. Harry is odds-on favourite!"

"Dance with me," Harry growled, pulling Draco possessively against his chest. He then claimed Draco's lips in another rough kiss and a couple of wolf whistles erupted around them.

Hermione laughed loudly. "I'll catch you guys later. I have a groom to accost. By the way, it's an enigma to all us why you two haven't taken the plunge and tied the knot yet."

Harry and Draco broke apart and Harry started sniggering at Hermione's comment. "He'd be tha' bride," he said smugly, cocking his thumb at Draco.

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "It's universal common knowledge that the sex dwindles after marriage. I have no desire for our sheets to cool down any time soon."

"Yeah!" Harry agreed enthusiastically, but then his face dropped into a confused frown as he tried to figure out exactly what Draco had said.

"What a load of bollocks," Hermione scoffed with a laugh. "You should be jumping at the chance to make Harry yours forever. No one will ever be as possessive of you as he is." She nodded succinctly and then moved on to the next group of guests wanting her attention.

* * * * *

Draco glared at the backs of the men at the urinal. He huffed impatiently and began tapping his foot. If he wasn't so dignified, he would likely be grabbing himself right now to keep from peeing himself. One of the men stepped back and Draco sneered at him as he walked away. He hurried over to the urinal and held the front of his kilt up. He sighed in relief as he was finally able to empty his painfully full bladder.

Draco looked around half-heartedly and caught the guy standing at the urinal next to him trying to peek at Draco's 'assets'. Draco pursed his lips, huffing in annoyance at him as he tried to hide himself with a stray flap of tartan from his kilt. The guy winked at him and finally turned away.

Just as he was finishing up, Draco suddenly found himself with a pair of arms snaking around his waist and the next thing he knew, a warm hand was cupping his balls. "Harry!" he squeaked, slapping Harry's hand away. "I'm pissing here!"

"Hmm?" Harry asked, not really caring what Draco was saying. He nuzzled Draco's neck and continued to fondle his balls. "I like kilts…"

"Merlin, Harry, you reek like a drunk at The Hogs Head!" Draco snapped, turning his head away. Harry moved his hand to start slowing stroking Draco's cock. Draco cursed when it - of course - responded and he began to get hard, despite the appalling situation of his boyfriend feeling him up in a public toilet.

"Fuck, d'ya know 'ow shit 'ot ya' arse feels though this kilt?" Harry grunted, biting down gently on Draco's shoulder. Draco moaned in response, losing track of the fact they were still braced over a urinal. Harry's going to fuck me at a urinal! his mind shrieked.

"No!" Draco cried, regaining his composure as he pushed back against Harry to get out of his clutches, forcing Harry to take a step back. "I don't care how pissed you are. I'll be fucked if you are shagging me in a goddamn toilet!" He turned around and found Harry grinning hungrily at him.

"You're hard," Harry purred, melting back against Draco's chest. Draco automatically slung his arms around Harry and dropped a kiss to the top of his head. Harry lifted his head and ran his tongue along Draco's bottom lip and they eased into a deep, hot kiss.

A pointed throat clearing behind them reminded Draco that there were still other men waiting to use the facilities, so he shot them a slightly apologetic look. "How about a dance, love? We haven't had one slow dance tonight."

"Nah," Harry said, waving his hand dismissively. "Ya' get all shitty when I touch ya' arse."

Draco sighed guiltily when he saw the pout on Harry's face. "It's just in public -"

"Blah," Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Fuck public. Ya' nothin' but a fuckin' snob. I'm goin' ta' get a drink. Wanna' fuck me stupid at 'ome, but ts'ands off in public. Pfft." He ineloquently stuck his tongue out at his shocked boyfriend before stomping out of the bathroom, the door banging closed behind him.

* * * * *

"Want to dance?"

Draco spun around on the bar stool he had been frequenting for the last hour and found a friendly looking brunette standing there. He was pretty sure Blaise had introduced him earlier in the evening to Draco as his 'mate from work', but Draco could hardly recall one guest from another.

A quick scan of his immediate vicinity told Draco that Harry was nowhere nearby. He was also well aware that Harry had danced with a couple of other blokes since he had stormed out of the Men's Room. Granted, the guys had been old mates from school, but they were blokes all the same. If Draco hadn't been so sure Harry loved him, he probably would've been a bit jealous.

"I…" Draco started to decline the dance offer but then frowned. Harry had called him a snob! All because Draco was concerned of how he acted in public. As if it was a crime! Draco had been raised to be constantly aware of his manner in public; was it so bad he didn't want his arse on show for all and sundry to gawp at? Harry had also danced with other blokes without giving a shit where Draco was! Draco made a small growling sound in the back of his throat and flashed the brunette a charming smile. "Sure, I'd love to." He took the guy's offered hand and slid off the stool.

They started dancing together and the guy rested his hand on Draco's waist. Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably, but allowed the gesture for now.

"Blaise was telling me all about you," the guy stated with a smile. "I'm Ben, by the way."

"Dr -"

"Draco, I know," Ben cut in. "That's not a name one would forget in a hurry."

Draco frowned, feeling a little like he had been insulted. This guy was attempting to flirt with him and all it was doing was making his skin crawl. "So, you work with -" Draco once again found himself rudely interrupted, but this time from Ben's lips crashing against his own. He growled in anger, trying to push Ben off him, but his efforts became unnecessary when Ben was suddenly abruptly hauled off him.

A furious, red-faced Harry shoved Ben roughly to the floor. Draco slapped a hand over his eyes, waiting for the inevitable crunch of Harry thumping Ben in the face, but it never came. Instead, Harry grabbed Draco's elbow and pulled him against him.

"I didn't give a fuck about the dancing, but no one kisses my man," Harry hissed right into Draco's face. Draco had a brief fleeting thought of wondering how Harry was managing to speak so soberly just as Harry kissed him hard and then grabbed his hand. He bent right down low over Ben, who was sprawled on the floor. "Touch him again and you will be shitting out your own teeth, arsehole!"

Draco saw Harry's eyes flash dangerously before Harry insistently pulled him off the dance floor and dragged him outside. The air was chilly and everything fell quiet when the door closed on the noisy reception. There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air, just enough to make Draco yearn for one himself, even though he had given up years ago.

"Now what?" Draco asked. Harry didn't answer; he just advanced on Draco and pushed him up against the wall. He ripped Draco's shirt open, sending the silver buttons flying in all directions, and bent his head to run his tongue along Draco's chest. Draco sucked in a sharp breath, coughing in response to the cool air hitting the trail Harry had just licked to his nipple.

"You're mine, Draco," Harry grunted as he gripped Draco's waist and spun him around. "Mine." Draco just groaned in agreement and braced himself against the brick wall. Stuff what anyone thought - he was going to let his boyfriend fuck him here and now, and as possessive and horny as Harry was at that moment, it was going to be one hell of a shag.

Draco felt the crisp breeze hit his bare arse as Harry lifted the back of his kilt and squeezed his cheeks. "Are you gonna fuck me, Harry? Are you gonna show everyone who I belong to?" He knew this was going to rile Harry up further, and Harry reacted exactly how Draco hoped - he roughly entwined his fingers with Draco's against the wall, and spat in his other hand, growling hungrily in Draco's ear. Draco could feel Harry's warm breath coming in frantic puffs against his throat.

Harry spread the cheeks of Draco's arse apart with his saliva-slicked fingers and eased his middle finger in between them. Draco sucked on his bottom lip when Harry's long finger breached his hole. "Oh, yeah," he gasped. Harry melted right against Draco's back and began rubbing his cock on Draco's hip. Draco turned his head and Harry immediately captured his lips in an erratic kiss that was all about whose tongue gained dominance. "I love you, Harry…"

"Loveyouback," Harry muttered into Draco's mouth and the kiss intensified. Soon Harry made a small impatient whimper and grabbed the back of Draco's kilt up in a bunch. "You're so fuckin' hot, Draco. I'm gonna fuck ya', yeah? You're mine…"

Harry was rambling, but Draco didn't care. He keened deeply when Harry positioned his dick at Draco's entrance and thrust forward in one insistent stroke. Draco dropped his head on his forearm and hissed as a streak of pain shot through his arse. That's going to sting in the morning, he thought fleetingly and then dropped his head back onto Harry's shoulder.

It was at that moment that a few heavy drops of rain began to fall. The rain soaked into their dress shirts, but neither of them noticed - or even cared - that they were about to get drenched.

Harry was pumping eagerly in Draco's tight, warm arse and grunting in response to each thrust. It was hard and rough, and Draco could see small sparks in the corners of his eyes from the intenseness of their fucking. Harry's thrusts were so forceful that Draco's hands were scraping on the brick wall and he just knew there would be cuts there when it was all over. He could feel droplets of water trickling down his temple and trailing further to his throat as the rain started pelting down harder.

"We'll be forever, won' we, babe?" Harry panted, reaching up to swiped his soaked, dark hair out of his eyes. "All mine. Forever…"

"Forever, Harry," Draco moaned. He fumbled under the front of his kilt, now damp and heavy from the rain, and gripped his cock in his hand. He started rubbing himself frantically, knowing he wasn't going to last long.

Harry nuzzled into the nape of Draco's, and he bit down gently on Draco's shoulder. "Oh yes, yes, yes…" he hissed over and over again. "Ungh, baby, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

Draco felt Harry's dick begin to pulse in his arse and he knew exactly 'was gonna' do. "That's it, my love… take me… take me hard!" he growled, pushing roughly back against Harry to cause more friction. Harry moaned, exploding deep inside Draco, stumbling in against Draco's back and shoving him hard against the wall. Draco managed to stop his face smashing into the bricks from the force just moments before he gave a few final expert strokes to his dick and spurted all over the wall with a loud shout of Harry's name.

Harry pulled out of Draco with a soft groan. "Draco… I…" Draco spun around just in time to grab Harry as Harry's legs gave out from under him. They sunk down to the ground, both soaking wet as the rain showered down on them. Harry was drawing deep, raspy breaths as he gazed blearily into Draco's eyes. Draco couldn't help but smile at the dazed, drunk look on Harry's face. "S'wet," Harry mumbled and then frowned, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. "'eadache…"

"I bet," Draco sniggered. "How about we call it a night? Unless, of course, you want to down some more alcoholic beverages and abuse another guest or two?"

Harry cringed and then started shivering. "Yeah, home… sounds good…" Draco helped Harry up from the floor, both stumbling slightly and falling into a fit of giggles together as they staggered back into the wedding reception to collect their jackets.

* * * * *

The following morning, Draco woke abruptly and felt his stomach lurch. He groaned, rubbing his aching head as he flung the covers off him, which landed over Harry's face. Harry didn't even stir, and continued to sleep deeply, his snores now muffled by the quilt. Draco tugged the covers back down so he couldn't be accused of suffocating his lover.

Draco fumbled his way to the bathroom off the darkened bedroom. He stopped just before the door and slapped a hand over his mouth as his stomach tried to escape out of his throat. A few controlled swallowed and muffled heaves later, he managed to regain his composure without showering the carpet with last night's meal and liquid indulgences.

"Bloody hangover," Draco muttered irritably, slapping on the light. "Fuck," he cursed, shielding his eyes from the brightness. He rifled around in the drawer under the sink and grabbed a handful of potions vials. Still trying to protect his sore eyes and aching head from the light, he peered at the labels and almost sobbed in relief when he found the bright purple Hangover Potion. He ripped the stopper out and downed it in one gulp, holding himself up on the basin while he waited for it to work.

Draco sighed, finally opening his eyes as his stomach settled to a mild nausea and his head stopped pounding. He yawned, deciding then to go back to bed to snuggle up with Harry and maybe get a few more hours sleep. He had a quick pee, washed his hands and then padded back to bed, leisurely scratching his balls as he yawned again.

Harry was now burrowed in a tiny ball in the middle of the bed with just the top of his messy hair sticking out over the edge of the thick covers. Draco climbed back into bed, curling around Harry's warm body. He kissed Harry's temple and was soon asleep again himself.

* * * * *

"NOOOOOOOO! Oh fuck, no!"

Draco pried his eyes open at the pained groan from the bathroom. He quickly climbed out of bed and pulled his pyjama pants on before hurrying over to the bathroom. Harry was buck-naked and knelt on the floor between the toilet and vanity. He had pulled the top drawer out and upended the contents all over his lap. "No potion," Harry rasped and broke into a wave of forceful heaving. He lurched for the toilet and started throwing up noisily.

Draco cringed. "Yes, there is, love. I had some myself this morning…" He trailed off as he realised he had just taken it without checking if there was any more. Uh oh.

"What?" Harry choked. "That's impossible. There is -" He cut himself off by another round of vomiting.

"Uhhhhmmmm…" Draco said evasively. "I'll get your bathrobe." He hastily exited the bathroom and grabbed Harry's robe from the bedroom. Merlin, he's going to be pissed when he realises what I've done! he thought, wincing. He went back into the bathroom and wrapped the robe around Harry's back.

"I'm dying," Harry whimpered. "No, I think I've already died and someone is dancing on my grave. We had potion! It was there… I had my hand on it yesterday morning… Some bastard up there is laughing his fucking arse off at me… Why me? Was I a politician in a former life, or something? Oh hell…" He started retching again but seemed to now be empty.

Before Draco managed to stop himself, he snorted and burst out laughing. Poor Harry looked so pathetic and he was rambling again. He slapped his mouth shut though when Harry turned and glared furiously at him. "Sorry!" Draco automatically said, not quite sure what part he was apologising for. Harry had just given him The Look, and that was always a bad thing.

"You took the last Hangover Potion," Harry accused with a hiss. "You inconsiderate bastard! Why are you fucking laughing at me when you knew I would need it?! Do you know how long I have been in here puking?! An hour and a fucking half! I called for you to help me, and you wouldn't wake up! Now I know why! Arsehole!"

"I thought there was more!" Draco protested and then started laughing again. "Oh fuck, you look hot when you're all riled up!"

"Fuck you!" Harry snapped, grabbing his head and groaning. "I needed that potion!"

"I needed it too!" Draco insisted. "I was almost puking myself!"

Harry gasped in exasperation, shaking his head. "You could've shared it! At least we'd both have a bit of relief! You obviously knew I had drank a lot last night, even if I don't fucking remember most of it! And then you bloody laugh at me!"

"You just look so cute when you're pathetic," Draco tried again helplessly. "I'm sorry for laughing, okay? I'm sorry for taking the last potion. I thought there was more there! I'll take care of you until you aren't so hung over. How's that sound?"

"Like a fucking lame-arsed deal! Do I look like a goddamn sucker?" Harry growled and then whimpered. "Ohhh, why did I even drink? Never again…"

"I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, you fucking will be," Harry seethed. He coughed and leaned over the toilet once again, but it was only a precaution.

"What do you mean by that?" Draco asked warily. "Are you threatening me? I apologised! What more do you want? Merlin…" He sighed, shaking his head.

Harry finally smacked the toilet lid shut and flushed. He pulled himself up off the floor, nursing his head in one hand, and looked tiredly at Draco. "You can be a selfish shit when you want to be," he murmured and Draco huffed, affronted. "You haven't even offered to get me a drink of water."

"You were abusing me!" Draco cried. "You're so moody when your hung over, fuck."

"Moody?" Harry snorted. "You'd be moody too if you were as sick as a fucking dog! Some bloody boyfriend you are, wanker."

"What do you want me to do?!"

"Nothing," Harry said petulantly. "Tosser."

"Do you want me to throw myself at your mercy and beg for forgiveness? How about I just slash my wrists in sacrifice? I didn't do it on purpose," Draco muttered, frowning at Harry.

"No, you just did it with absolutely no consideration for me," Harry bit back. "And you're going to realise just what it's like when I have no consideration for you."

"Huh? What the hell do you mean?" Draco snapped.

"No sex for a week," Harry stated tersely and stomped back into the bedroom.

"WHAT?!" Draco screeched. "You don't mean that!" Harry just shot him a blank look before flopping back into bed with a groan, not even bothering to peel the bathrobe off again. It was going to take at least a day in bed to get over this hangover without a potion. Even if they got someone to Owl it to them, it wouldn't reach them before the end of the day. Harry blindly grabbed his wand from the nightstand and summoned a bucket to him, dropping it on the floor next to the bed with a loud clatter. "You're serious?" Draco gasped, lingering in the doorway of the en suite bathroom.

"Yep," Harry confirmed, snuggling back down under the covers.

"But -"

"I'm going back to sleep," Harry cut him off. "Nice chance for you to have a wank. You'll be doing it for a week, so you'll need the practice."

"You… you… I…" Draco stammered, shocked at the gall of what Harry was suggesting. "All because I didn't wake up when you called me?!"

"No, because you laughed at me when I was suffering, shithead," Harry sniffed. "You need to learn not to take me for granted."

"The way you took me last night, you couldn't last a week without fucking," Draco said smugly.

Harry looked evenly into Draco's eyes, a slight smirk on his lips. "Watch me." He slapped off the light and rolled over in bed, abruptly ending the conversation.

* * * * *

DAY ONE: Bargaining

Harry padded through to the living room, freshly showered and feeling much better. He'd spent most of the day sleeping off the awful hangover he had rudely been forced to endure and hadn't seen much of Draco since his ultimatum that morning.

Draco was sitting in one of the armchairs, frantically flicking through the channels on the television with the remote control and drumming his fingers on the armrest. Harry flopped down into the seat beside him, smirking to himself at the slight scowl on Draco's face. "What's on?" he asked lightly.

"Not much," Draco muttered, the incessant drumming not missing a beat. "Feeling better then?" he asked grudgingly.

"Yeah, much," Harry told him with a nod. "I thought we could order a pizza for dinner, or something."

"I've eaten," Draco said distractedly.

"Oh," Harry replied with a shrug. "I wasn't that hungry anyway."

"You should eat something." Draco shot him a look and Harry flashed him a smile in response. Draco bit his lip and blinked at Harry. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Harry asked in mock confusion.

"The no sex thing!" Draco cried, throwing the remote onto the coffee table.

Harry nodded. "Yep."

"Why?!" Draco whined.

"I told you why," Harry reminded him. "You take me for granted."

"How is not having sex going to help that?" Draco demanded. "You can still prove your point and fuck me. I would listen!"

"I'm sure you would," Harry sniggered. "Sorry, it still stands. You need to realise there is more to me than a tongue and a dick. There is also more to a committed relationship than sex." He gasped teasingly, slapping a hand over his mouth. "I said the c word."

"You think I have a problem with committing to you?" Draco guessed.

"I don't know, Draco," Harry replied with a shrug. "You tell me."

Draco scratched the back of his head and huffed. "Withholding sex isn't going to make me think marriage is a good thing."

Harry snorted, shaking his head. "I don't give a fuck about marriage, Draco! If you want to be in such a loving relationship with me, then you have to give a little, too, sometimes. I might not always be here when you snap your fingers, you know."

"And where the fuck would you be?" Draco demanded. "You're my boyfriend! You belong with me!"

"Then prove to me I'm worth more to you than a hard cock in your arse," Harry murmured, standing up and heading to the kitchen to make some dinner.

* * * * *

"Are you awake?" Draco whispered. He was naked and spooned up behind Harry, who was dressed in long, flannelette pyjamas.

"No," Harry murmured.

"Are you angry with me?" Draco asked hesitantly.

"No, love, I'm not," Harry told him, rolling onto his back and smiling up at Draco.

"You didn't need to wear pyjamas…" Draco told him, running his fingers through the front of Harry's hair and tucking it behind his ear. They shared a kiss and Draco rubbed his nose against Harry's.

"I don't trust your wandering hands," Harry laughed. "You know as well as I do that me waking up to your hand or mouth on my dick is not a rare occurrence."

"When you say 'no sex', do you mean just -"

"Everything," Harry cut in. "You don't go near my package and I don't go near yours."

"For a whole week?" Draco whimpered.

"A whole week," Harry confirmed.

"Well, what are we going to do in our spare time?" Draco argued. "Sex is… is… well, everything!"

"Really? And you don't take me for granted at all, hmm?" Harry teased. "A week without fucking will not kill you, Draco. It's going to force us to look at the other aspects of our relationship."

Draco made a disgruntled noise and huffed. "It's not fair," he whined petulantly. "Sex is fun and you're denying me… you… you… sex denier."

Harry laughed. "Ooo, that wounded me. No, honestly, it really did. Ouch. I think I can feel the barb of that one in my back. No wait, that must be the dirty look you're shooting me."

"Smartarse," Draco said with a smirk. "You know I love you, right?"

Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Draco. "I know you worship the ground me and my cock walks on," he murmured and Draco snorted. "Of course I know you love me. I love you too. That's not what this is about, and you know it."

"Yeah, I know," Draco finally admitted. "Doesn't mean I like it. I didn't know I was taking you for granted. I was just… you're just…" he trailed off and sighed. "It was never a question in my mind that you would just be there."

"I will just be there," Harry assured him. "As your boyfriend, your companion… your lover…" He smiled and gave Draco a kiss. "You just need to remember why we're in this together, okay? I need you sometimes - for more than just a hot shag."

"Yeah, you're right," Draco agreed. "If I agree to not take you for granted, can we fuck?"

"Yes," Harry replied and in a flash Draco was trying to tug Harry's pyjama pants off his hips. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and stilled it against his chest. "In a week." He kissed the palm of Draco's hand and then tucked it down next to Draco's hip before rolling over, shutting out the light and sliding down under the covers to sleep.

* * * * *

DAY TWO: Pleading

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease," Draco moaned. "Just a quickie. I'll be so quick, it won't even count! I promise!" He was standing in the kitchen cupping his dick through his jeans while Harry wiped up their breakfast dishes.

"No, Draco, I'm not shagging you," Harry insisted, shaking his head.

"Well, can I shag you?" Draco asked desperately. Harry stopped his wiping and looked at him blankly before shaking his head and putting the plate in the cupboard. "How about you just give me a hand job? That wouldn't really be sex. It would just be me getting off. Then I can leave you alone."

"What if I don't want you to leave me alone? What if I happen to be enjoying your company knowing it's not going to lead to fucking?" Harry asked. "There is nothing wrong with quality time."

Draco opened his mouth and then snapped his shut. "Harry, I really really love this whole boyfriend business… you know I do…"

"But?" Harry prompted.

"But I need to get laid! It hurts," Draco complained.

"Draco, it's only been one day," Harry scoffed. "Why don't we watch a movie together or something? I'll make popcorn."

"Can it be a porno?" Draco asked enthusiastically.

"You really want to inflict yourself with that knowing we won't end up shagging at the end like we usually do?" Harry asked with raised eyebrows.

"We could…"

"No, Draco," Harry said firmly.

"Ooo, I like it when you use the serious voice…" Draco purred, sauntering over to Harry and sweeping him into his arms.

Harry laughed. "Don't you fucking force me to get a chastity belt. You're cock won't shrivel up and drop off in a week."

"It's less than a week now," Draco pointed out smugly. "How about if I let you have complete control the situation and you can do anything to me, can we fuck? That sounds like a better deal to me." Harry pulled out of Draco's arm and tossed the dish cloth on the bench. Before he had a chance to reply, Draco fell to he knees and gripped Harry's hips. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! I'm happy to beg and kiss your feet. I'm not made to not fuck! Especially not since we've been together! I'm a bloke, I need shagging to survive!"

"Merlin, Draco," Harry snorted. "What is with you? I didn't threaten to cut off a limb or something!"

"You may as well have! It would be less painful!" Draco cried, pulling himself up against Harry. "I might cry. It would be your fault if I did."

"Don't you blackmail me, Malfoy," Harry laughed.

"You could've at least offered me a farewell fuck," Draco muttered.

"I'm not going anywhere," Harry pointed out.

"Farewell to my sanity," Draco corrected with a sneer. "I love you, Harry… I really really really really love you."

"I know," Harry replied smugly.

"This would be the point where you offer to shag me because I love you so much," Draco said quickly. "That's how every single soppy love movie goes."

"Lucky this is real life then," Harry tossed back. "You know, begging doesn't suit you, babe. Where is the refined and dignified Draco Malfoy I fell in love with? The one who was getting shitty when I wanted to stick my hand up his kilt in front of three hundred odd people only two nights ago, hey?"

"He is here and willing to let you stick your hand up his kilt in front of a small country right this minute," Draco said hopefully, even shooting Harry his arrogant nose-in-the-air sneer.

"What a shame his boyfriend hurled all over said kilt," Harry sniggered.

"Yeah, and I was a caring, loving boyfriend when you did that!" Draco cried triumphantly. "That means you have to fuck me!" He hurried around to the kitchen table and flung himself backwards on it. "Right now!"

"Draco, I may have a scattered memory from that night, but I do recall you standing next to me gagging when I threw up outside of the taxi on the way home. 'Loving and caring' my shiny arse," Harry said sceptically. "And all the more reason you should've known I would need the bloody potion."

Draco sat up on the table and scowled. "Please?" he tried one last time. "You can top."

"I'm not giving in, so you may as well quit the whining," Harry told him as he pulled a packet of corn kernels from the cupboard. "Are you going to watch a movie with me? We have the whole day to spare… and don't even bother bringing fucking into your answer."

Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry. "Fine. I'll watch a bloody movie with you," he agreed grudgingly. "Only if I can pick and only if we can cuddle under a blanket."

"That's cuddling without the groping, isn't it?"

Draco scowled but nodded. "Yes," he huffed.

"Go on then," Harry laughed. "I'll be through as soon as I get the popcorn made."

* * * * *

"You wanted butter and salt on it, didn't you?" Harry asked, coming into the living room nursing a huge bowl of popcorn.

"Yep."

Harry placed the bowl on the coffee table and reached for the remote control. "So, what are we watching?" He plopped down on the couch next to Draco and pulled the blanket off his boyfriend's lap. Draco was wrapped right up to his neck with the soft cover and when Harry yanked it off, he found Draco sprawled under it - stark naked. Harry didn't know whether to roll his eyes in annoyance or burst out laughing when Draco's face broke into a wide smirk. "What are you doing?" he asked impatiently.

"I'm going to have a wank," Draco stated with a sniff.

"Are you?" Harry replied, crossing his arms and looking at his boyfriend in amusement.

"Yep, right here…" Draco said smugly. "In front of you."

Harry sucked in a tiny sharp breath that Draco didn't miss, causing his smirk to widen. "Go ahead," Harry said, his voice a little raspy. He hurriedly flicked on the television and turned the volume up.

Draco settled back and wrapped his right hand around his dick, sighing deeply at the feeling. He'd had an erection for the last half hour and it had taken all his willpower to wait for Harry to come into the room. If Harry was going to tease him, he was going to tease right back.

Harry visibly stiffened beside Draco, his intense stare not leaving the television screen. Draco moaned, sliding further down in the seat and spreading his legs as he massaged his palm up and down his hard cock. He sucked on his bottom lip, watching Harry closely for any indication that Harry was reacting.

Draco moved his other hand to fondle his balls, rolling them in between his long fingers. He started breathing deeply as the feeling began to intensify. Sure, it wasn't sex with Harry, but it was wanking, and there was never a negative outcome to wanking. The feeling of knowing Harry was right there beside him and bursting to watch every stroke of Draco's hand just made Draco's arousal peak and he gasped at the thought.

Harry cleared his throat and finally shot a tiny glance at Draco's hand and then scratched the back of his head. He squirmed uncomfortably and Draco grinned. "Ohhhh yesss…" Draco hissed, breaking into an indulgent moan. He sped up the friction on his dick, rubbing up and down in long, purposeful movements. He pulled one of his legs up and balanced his heel on the edge of the cushion, giving Harry an eyeful of his eager hole. He watched Harry licked his lips and clear his throat once again, an obvious flush spreading across his cheeks.

Draco was panting now and his eyes slipped shut involuntarily. "Ohhh hell…" he moaned softly. "Mmmm… that feels good…" He began thrusting his hips erratically into his hand and with a soft whine, came hard, shooting come all over his hand and stomach. He opened his eyes and found Harry watching him with wide green eyes, biting down on his fist as if it had taken all possible self control to restrain from touching Draco. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Draco sighed contentedly. "You're right, that wasn't so bad after all."

"Aren't… aren't you going to clean up?" Harry choked out, clearing his dry throat yet again.

"Nah," Draco said dismissively. "I thought I might have another go the when I'm ready again. It's not like my boyfriend is going to assist me, is it?"

Harry frowned, pursing his lips. He sat back into the seat with a huff, crossing his arms as he went back to watching the television.

* * * * *

DAY THREE: Sulking

"They will be here soon," Harry told Draco as he pulled on his jeans. "Are you going to continue sitting there looking like you've been munching on a shit sandwich?"

Draco scowled at Harry. "Yes," he said petulantly.

"They are going to want to know why you're pissed off," Harry pointed out. "Especially considering they are going to have to sit across the table and look at your sulky face."

"Tell them my boyfriend is denying me my natural needs and the gravity from my under-worked sac is weighing on my bottom lip," Draco snapped, crossing his arms and sneering at Harry.

"Under-worked? You fucking wanked nine times yesterday!" Harry scoffed.

"Nine times too many if you had just fucked me," Draco sniped.

"At least tell me you are going to get dressed," Harry sighed. "You've been wallowing in bed all day!"

"My dick is depressed," Draco replied. "I'm in mourning for my libido."

"Have you been lying here all day thinking up shagging retorts?" Harry asked impatiently. "It's getting old."

"So is my cock!"

"This isn't going to make me cave in, Draco," Harry told him. "In fact, it's just proving to me more and more how self-centred you are."

"I really dislike you right now," Draco muttered.

"Would I be back in your good graces if I rubbed my groin in your face?" Harry intoned.

"Yes!" Draco said in exasperation. "Am I talking in Mermish or something?!"

"No, just wankerish," Harry snorted and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

* * * * *

"Where's Draco?" Blaise asked curiously, sitting down at the elaborately set table. "Wasn't this dinner his idea? He practically begged us to come. Luckily our honeymoon isn't for another week yet."

"Yes he did," Harry muttered. "And he's… indisposed…"

"Did you two fight?" Hermione sighed.

"Don't they always?" Ron snorted. "The bloody pansy probably broke a nail or something and blamed Harry."

"No we didn't fight," Harry said defensively. "We just had a disagreement."

"It's the same thing!" Blaise laughed. "Just let him think he's right and you'll be fine, mate." He glanced at Hermione, who was glaring at him and his grin dropped as he looked down at his lap. "Sorry, dear."

"Ha! Whipped!" Ron taunted and Harry sniggered. "What are you laughing at? You're whipped too, Harry."

"I am not!" Harry protested.

"Well, where is your other half then?" Ron pressed.

"He's… ah…"

"Pissed off at you and sulking?" Blaise guessed.

"No!" Harry snapped. "He, ah, pulled a groin muscle and… umm… the Pain Potion is making him… moody. Yeah."

Ron snorted, and shot Harry a disbelieving look. Harry just glared at him in response. "Pulled a muscle doing what? Or do I need to ask?" Hermione laughed.

"Trying to dance the Macarena to Brittany Spears 'Baby, One More Time'," Harry blurted out and then quickly glanced behind him to make sure Draco wasn't standing there listening. He nearly choked when he did, in fact, find Draco standing in the doorway scowling. "H- hi, baby…"

"Hermione, Blaise, Ron," Draco said with a nod and slid elegantly into his seat, completely ignoring Harry. "How's married life treating you?"

"Oh, it's fabulous!" Hermione cried. "And you were wrong. There's nothing cool about our sheets, Draco! The sex gets better after marriage, if anything."

Draco growled and his eyes flashed at Harry, who just plopped into his seat and shot Draco a pointed look. "Lovely," Draco muttered sarcastically.

"What's biting your arse, Draco?" Blaise asked.

"Not Harry," Draco replied with a sniff, glaring challenging at his boyfriend.

"Ohhhhhhh," Blaise said knowingly. "What did you do to make Harry give you an off-limits on his nether regions? I'll tell you, whatever he wants, give it to him because if he's anything like my beloved Hermione, you could be begging for it for weeks."

"So, was the wedding the last time you got it on?" Hermione wondered and Draco's irritated snort answered for her. "Wow, I'm surprised you both lasted that long."

"How did you know we…?" Harry asked and then trailed off with a furious blush.

"Oh, Seamus went out for a fag and saw you," Hermione told them with a laugh. "He couldn't get back into us fast enough to tell us! From what I could catch through his drunken Irish ramblings, you two were getting pretty hot and heavy against a wall in the rain."

"It's almost a distant memory," Draco sneered. "I know my sex life is."

"ONE WEEK!" Harry exploded. "Just because my dick isn't on autopilot every time you snap your fingers doesn't mean our sex life has shrivelled up and died! And please don't make any fucking comments about your cock falling off! If your appendage takes a leave of absence from your body, it won't be from lack of use, it will be from your pissed off boyfriend hexing it off!"

The table fell silent and Draco scowled at Harry. "Whatever," he muttered, his grey eyes piercing Harry's own.

Harry growled in frustration, slamming his hand down on the table. "You sulky shit! I really thought I would be able to get through to you with this! Have you not listened to a word I've said?! Do you even fucking care?!"

Draco just shrugged dismissively and looked away. "Maybe you guys should just talk?" Hermione suggested. "We'll come back for dinner another night."

"He's incapable of talking and thinking about anything but shagging!" Harry argued. "Am I just a cock on legs?!"

"Yes," Draco jumped in and then snapped his mouth shut at the furious glare Harry shot him. That probably wasn't the best thing to say, he decided inwardly. Bugger it! The sulking didn't work either and now Harry's shitty at me.

"Have a nice night on the couch, dear!" Harry hissed. He stomped down the hall to the bathroom and angrily slammed the door.

* * * * *

DAY FOUR: Tantrum

"BLOODY COUCH!" Draco screeched, storming into their bedroom and throwing the pillow at Harry's head. "I have a sore back now and it's all your fault!"

"Good morning to you, too," Harry muttered sarcastically.

"You have no right withholding sexual satisfaction from me! I think I deserve a decent shag! This is the forth day! You knew I would never last very long! You're a cruel bastard!" Draco ranted. He sat down heavily on the end of the bed and kicked the clothes hamper angrily.

"And you're a bloody drama queen," Harry snapped. "Don't come in here ranting at me just because you had a shitty night sleep! Is it the N or the O of 'no' you don't understand?"

"Did you wank this morning?" Draco demanded. "Because if you did, then that's not fair! The least you could've done was do it in front of me!"

"You're bloody irrational! Of course I fucking wanked! I had no desire to piss in my own face! I had to get rid of the morning wood to accomplish a decent piss! Are you even denying me relief of an empty bladder now?!" Harry hissed.

"I'm not the one denying anything around here!" Draco roared.

"No, you're the one laughing in people's faces when they are suffering!" Harry argued.

"I wasn't laughing in your face!" Draco screeched. "You big tit!" Harry huffed angrily, dumping a load of clean washing on the bed and beginning to fold the items roughly and messily. "You aren't doing that right!"

"DO IT YOUR FUCKING SELF THEN!" Harry shouted, grabbing a handful of underwear and throwing it in Draco's face. Draco gasped in shock, glaring at Harry for a few moments. Then in a flash, he advanced on Harry and crashed his lips against Harry's mouth, sending them both toppling to the bed amongst the laundry.

The kiss was intense and hungry as they began clawing at each other's clothes desperately. Harry forcefully pulled at Draco's t-shirt and it tore up the side with a loud ripping sound. Draco moaned deeply rutting against Harry as their embrace tightened and the kiss continued to scorch between them.

They were rubbing against each other, their underwear the only barrier now when Draco keened uncontrollably causing Harry to jump back with a hiss. He fell off the bed with a loud thud. Draco whined in annoyance, sitting up to peer over the edge of the bed. Harry was sitting in a heap on the floor, his boxers tugged low down on his hips as he rubbed at his head from where he hit it.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked with a sigh.

"I'm fine," Harry mumbled with a frown. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Maybe it was?" Draco suggested. "Where's the harm if we both want it?!" he cried. "I'm so sick of this! You're a prick teaser!"

"Yeah, and you're the prick!" Harry spat.

"You just called me a prick!" Draco gasped in horror.

"If the shoe fits," Harry sneered. The electricity between them almost crackled in the air. They were glaring furiously at each other and anything that was said was just going to fuel the anger further. Harry growled in his throat, pawing through the clean clothes to find something to put on. He wrenched on a crushed t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit pants. "I just need to be away from you right now. I'm going to Molly and Arthur's."

"Fine," Draco said shortly, refusing to look at Harry.

"I… I'll see you later," Harry murmured, stopping at the door to give Draco one last gaze. When Draco didn't answer, Harry just sighed and left quietly.

* * * * *

When Harry returned later that evening, Draco was lying on the couch wrapped in one of their spare blankets, staring blankly at some cheesy game show on the television.

Harry sat down across from him. "Did you have dinner?"

"Not hungry," Draco mumbled, his eyes never leaving the television.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Harry pressed.

"No."

Harry sighed. "Can I watch TV with you?"

"Since when do you give a shit about what I think?" Draco asked sulkily. "Why don't you just piss off again? It was peaceful without you here."

Harry frowned, feeling a little hurt at Draco's statement. He shook his head and just began watching whatever Draco had been. The atmosphere was icy between them, and if the television hadn't been chattering away, it would be dead silent.

Harry's head was hurting. He so wanted to just give in to Draco. It wasn't like they had almost caved in that morning. Maybe there wasn't more to a relationship like their's then just sex? Was Harry yearning for something that just wasn't possible? Why had Draco's comment at the wedding about marriage putting a dampener on their sex life really upset Harry? Maybe he should just take it for what it was, and sit back and wait for the inevitable end when they got sick of each other?

Sighing, Harry stood up. "I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"

"I'm sleeping here tonight," Draco told him. "Wouldn't want to be accused of groping you in your sleep or anything."

Harry swiped his fingers through his hair. "I love you, Draco."

Draco remained silent and just as Harry was about to walk away, he mumbled. "I love you, too." But he didn't follow Harry to bed that night.

* * * * *

DAY FIVE: Nonchalance

"Morning, honey!"

Harry sat up in bed, squinting blearily across the room and fumbling for his glasses. "Wha' time 'izzit?" he mumbled.

"It's eight thirty," Draco said happily, he came over to Harry and placed an overloaded breakfast tray on his lap.

Harry peered warily at it. "I'm still upset at you, you know."

"No you aren't. You love me," Draco stated confidently, leaning over and giving Harry a peck on the cheek. "I'm spoiling you today."

"Who are you and what have you done to my obnoxious boyfriend?" Harry asked accusingly.

Draco plucked up a plump, juicy strawberry from the tray and bit into it. "Mmmm," he hummed in satisfaction and then laughed. "He's right here, and we're going to spend the day together! Starting with breakfast in bed, courtesy of my wand."

Harry chuckled. "Cooking is one thing you never got the hang of, is it, love?"

"Nope," Draco agreed. "I'm far too important and in demand to spend my hours poking meat in a pan."

"You'd just rather be poking your meat in my pan," Harry sniggered.

"I've sworn off sex. I've decided you're right. We need more quality time together," Draco said lightly, feeding Harry a bite of toast.

Harry chewed slowly, and swallowed, studying Draco carefully. "You're scaring me." Draco laughed and gazed adoringly at Harry. "No, seriously. You are. The last time you brought me breakfast in bed you confessed to being caught by the Daily Prophet with your pants down at that Slytherin reunion. And you only brought me breakfast to distract me from reading the paper. I'm finding the sudden devoted boyfriend routine hard to digest after you sulked your arse off last night. How was the couch a second night running by the way?"

"Cold and Harry-less," Draco told him. "I'm serious. I really don't care about the sex thing. It's our time today. You name something we can do together and we'll do it."

"I want to go for a walk on the beach," Harry said immediately, knowing Draco always moaned and complained about the sand getting 'in every crack Merlin blessed a wizard with'.

"Sounds good," Draco agreed with an enthusiastic nod.

"See? Now I know you're an impostor," Harry insisted.

"I'm just trying to make you happy!" Draco cried.

"Well stop it," Harry replied. "I don't want you to turn into something you're not. Be the boyfriend I know you're capable of being, Draco, but don't turn into a Hufflepuff in the process."

Draco shuddered. "Don't ever say that again. I look awful in yellow. It makes my arse look big."

"Ahh, see? There he is. Hi, Draco, honey," Harry purred teasingly and leaned over to kiss Draco softly on the lips.

Draco smiled and Harry could see it was genuine. Maybe the ultimatum was actually working? "All right, how about a walk in the park and ice cream from that bloke on the corner?" Draco offered. "Then my crack will remain sand-free and we still get our quality time."

Harry gave a snorting laugh. "Deal. But we don't mention the incident on the park bench six months ago, okay? No talk of sex, shagging, fucking, cocks, dicks, arses, or humping."

"I think you just made me a mute," Draco stated after a few moments of shocked silence.

* * * * *

"I like sharing," Draco murmured, taking their ice cream cone back off Harry. "We should do this more often."

Harry turned to gaze at Draco and then smiled softly to himself. "We should think about going on a holiday, or something," he suggested and Draco made an interested sound, his tongue swiping across the top of the creamy chocolate ice cream.

"Hawaii," Draco said with a grin and Harry saw he had a small drop of ice cream on his top lip. Harry slipped his arm around Draco's waist, pulling him close as he leaned in and lapped at the stray drop. His tongue teasing Draco's lip inevitably melted into an eager kiss and they could taste the sweet dessert in each other's mouths.

Harry broke the kiss with a few small pecks to Draco's lips and grinned at his boyfriend. "You hate sand, remember?"

"I don't plan on seeing anything but the inside of our beach-front cabin," Draco told him with a laugh and then snapped his mouth shut. "Sorry," he muttered.

Harry took Draco's hand. "It's okay, love. I think you might be getting it a bit now."

"Harry, I don't take you for granted," Draco murmured softly, stopping and tossing the last of the ice cream into the bin. He pulled Harry down gently to sit on a small stone wall next to him. "Okay, maybe I do, but it's because you're just part of me. Like an ear or something."

"An ear?" Harry laughed. "Thanks."

"You know what I mean," Draco muttered, kicking a rock near his foot.

"Why haven't you ever talked about getting married, then?" Harry asked. "More often than not I do feel like you're just in it for the sex. It's only occasionally you give me reason to think otherwise. I want to be with you always, Draco. I want to take care of you. But I also want you to take care of me. I want to be able to come home from work with a headache and just snuggle in bed with you; knowing that you will just want to make me feel better. I want us to go to bed for a shag, but for it to end up being the most intense lovemaking session." Draco was listening intently, looking deeply into Harry's eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, I want the whole package, Draco. I don't just want the whole package part of the time, and the other part feeling like a mere fuck buddy for you."

"All this really stemmed from me laughing at you with the hangover the other day?" Draco wondered and Harry sighed.

"Hell, Draco, you know a whole range of things lead to this. I don't want fucking to be the most important part of our relationship. If you do, then maybe we should call it a day?" Harry suggested softly, taking Draco's hand and giving it a squeeze.

"No, I don't want that!" Draco cried. "But I like sex with you, Harry. A LOT. It's killing me not being able to just touch you whenever I want."

"Hey, you know I'm just as horny and hot for it as you are, but we need to address this. You have three days to decide what you want, Draco. If you're just with me for the fantastic fucking, then I'll leave on the last day of this week. If you want the whole package like I do, give me a glimpse on the seventh day just what our whole package will be for the rest of our lives."

* * * * *

DAY SIX: Anticipation

"What are you grinning at?" Harry asked in amusement.

"Nothing," Draco said but kept grinning. "Don't plan anything for tomorrow."

"What are you up to?" Harry smiled. They were sitting in their backyard on their garden swing. It was a gorgeous day and they had been sitting out there swinging back and forth leisurely since lunch time.

"I told you, it's nothing," Draco insisted.

"You're lying, but I won't bug you about it," Harry laughed. "How about get go out to dinner tonight? We haven't had Italian in ages."

"Can we share spaghetti again?"

"My, my," Harry teased. "Closet Lady and the Tramp fan, are we?"

"I would say yes, but it would inevitably lead to an argument about who is the lady and who is the tramp," Draco sniggered.

"Oh, there's no question," Harry replied, studying his bitten finger nails.

"No?"

"Nope," Harry said. "It's obvious you're the lady."

Draco snorted and slapped Harry's arm. "Fine then," he said smugly. "Tramp."

"I can live with that. It has a better ring to it than 'sex denier'," Harry sniggered.

"I was desperate and not thinking clearly," Draco said defensively. "It was not one of my more shining abusive moments." They fell into silence and Draco started wriggling in his seat.

"What is wrong with you?" Harry asked in exasperation. "Do you have an itchy dick or something?"

"I guess you could say that," Draco admitted sheepishly.

"Well… there's potion for sort of stuff, you know…" Harry told him awkwardly. "How did you manage to pick up something like that?"

"I don't literally have an itchy dick, Harry. Ew," Draco sniggered. "It's just… eager, if you get my drift."

Harr's face broke into a smirk. "Yeah, that's something I can pretty clearly identify with."

"You're just as horny as I am?" Draco asked.

"Oh fuck yes," Harry laughed. "Do I look like a nun? I'm just better at hiding it than you are. I haven't been able to sleep on my gut in a week."

"Thank Merlin!" Draco cried, throwing up his hands. "I was beginning to worry you weren't bothered at all. I was a little worried we had a much bigger problem than I realised."

"We don't have a problem, Draco. We never did. We just needed to re-evaluate our relationship. I knew you would never just agree to do that unless I took drastic measures," Harry explained, taking Draco's hand and stroking the back of it.

"It worked," Draco said quietly. "And I'm glad it did. I love you, Harry."

"I love you," Harry murmured with a grin. They gave each other a brief kiss and went back to gazing out at their garden.

* * * * *

Harry watched Draco happily as Draco slurped up a long string of spaghetti, humming in satisfaction at the taste. "You have sauce on your chin, he told him and Draco stuck his long tongue out and tried to lap up the sauce.

Harry laughed when Draco completely missed the spot and reached over the table to wipe it off with his finger. Draco captured Harry's hand in his own, stopping him from pulling back, and put Harry's sauce-covered finger into his mouth. Harry watched Draco's lips enclose around his finger, and felt his tongue swirl over the top of it. Harry felt himself harden immediately, thankful for the long tablecloths hiding their laps from the rest of the restaurant.

The tablecloths also successfully hid their legs and feet, and Harry gasped in surprise when he felt Draco's toes press lightly into his groin. How the hell had Draco gotten his shoe off without even a hint of what he was up to?!

Draco raised his eyebrows slowly when his foot alerted him to Harry's arousal hidden beneath his trousers. He licked his lips suggestively as Harry felt a blush creep across his nose and cheeks that definitely wasn't caused by embarrassment.

Draco was now doing something Harry could only describe as giving his finger a blow job! Harry cleared his throat, and tried to glance nonchalantly at the tables nearby, desperately hoping no one could tell what they were up to. The fact that Draco had been sucking on Harry's finger for almost two minutes may just alert them to the fact, however.

"Did you get it off?" Harry asked in a shaky voice.

Draco pulled Harry's finger from his mouth with a soft pop. "No, I didn't get it off in at least a week," he replied suggestively.

"I meant the sauce," Harry said, laughing nervously.

"Oh, did you?" Draco asked, in mock curiosity. "Perhaps I should double check?" And Harry's finger was once again teased into Draco's mouth. Harry swallowed and licked his lips at the same time.

"Oh hell, Draco," Harry breathed, his eyes closing involuntarily. "That feels so fucking amazing. Don't stop…"

"My tongue or my foot?" Draco asked in amusement, stopping his lapping at Harry's finger just long enough to ask his question.

"Any of it," Harry said hastily.

"It's not been a full week yet," Draco teased, taking the pressure of his foot off Harry's hard cock a little.

"I don't care!" Harry squeaked through gritted teeth.

"Would you come if I kept doing this?" Draco purred lowly, leaning over the table as his eyes twinkled cheekily.

"You know I would." Harry's breathing was deepening and becoming erratic and raspy. He was rocking his lips slowly against Draco's foot. It felt fucking amazing.

"Then we really can't have that. That's against the rules," Draco stated succinctly and sat back, abruptly stopping the ministrations of both his tongue and his foot. "Waiter!" he called, snapping his fingers. A young redheaded waited came over and bower at Draco. "We'll need a very large jug of water. My date is feeling a little parched." The waiter nodded and stepped away as Draco smirked teasingly at Harry.

"Bitch," Harry hissed, but completely in jest.

Draco cleared his throat and preened. "The best in the business," he agreed. "Now who's the sex denier?" He winked and blew Harry a kiss over the table.

* * * * *

DAY SEVEN: Seduction

"Draco?" Harry called, shoving his shopping bag on the table in their hall. "Where are you? I got the…" he trailed off when he entered the bedroom to find it decked from floor to ceiling with candles and roses. Their bed had been magically shrunken to a much smaller double bed, that now looked extremely sensual and cosy adorned in blood red velvet covers, scattered with rose petals, silk scarves and feathers. "… chocolate sauce," Harry finished with a squeak.

Draco was sitting patiently on the edge of the bed, naked and still slightly wet from his shower. His soft blond hair was damp and hanging loosely in his eyes, he was gazing at Harry adoringly as he trailed a pink silk scarf across his toned thighs. "The whole package," Draco murmured, licking his lips.

"Ah huh," Harry choked out.

"Seven days ago," Draco started, standing up and sauntering over to Harry, "I wanted to hex you for denying me…" He ran his tongue up Harry's cheek and moved on to blow a soft breath against Harry's ear. Harry shivered, swallowing in anticipation. "Now all I want to do is show you exactly how important you are to me…" He cradled Harry's cheek in his had and nuzzled Harry's neck. "And I'm going to start right now."

Harry drew a long breath as Draco began slowly undressing him. Draco slid each item of clothing off Harry's body, kissing the skin it had covered. He gradually led Harry to their bed in the process. By the time Harry was naked, they had reached the sensually adorned bed and Draco pushed Harry back onto it with a hungry grin.

"Now, we aren't going to be stopping half way through this time, are we, baby?" Draco whispered, crawling onto the bed and straddling Harry's lap.

"We're never stopping again," Harry breathed.

A look of pure satisfaction lit up Draco's face and he smiled. "Lie back, love," he murmured and Harry obliged. Draco climbed back off him and nudged Harry's hip, indicating he wanted Harry to roll onto his stomach. Harry gave him a brief, curious look but did as Draco wanted.

Harry settled himself, closing his eyes and very willing to let Draco have complete control of the situation. Both of them could feel that something had changed between them, even if it was just slightly. Draco was making love to Harry, and it went far beyond just sex.

Just the way Draco watching Harry and looking adoringly at him was enough to prove to Harry that Draco now realised how important every aspect of their relationship was. Of course, things weren't going to change over night, but Harry was only ever looking for the beginning of a whole new chapter for them, and he new Draco was there and willing to join him with it.

Harry just hummed in arousal when Draco eased the cheeks of his arse apart and flicked his tongue into the crack. Draco swirled his tongue around Harry's hole, sending a few teasing flicks into the sensitive crevice in accompanied by his eager licks.

Harry pushed his bum a bit higher in the air, completely losing himself in the feeling of Draco tasting his arse. Draco was lapping long strokes across Harry's entrance before he eased the tip of his tongue into the tight ring of muscle. Harry moaned in response. "More, Draco!" he gasped. "You're so amazing…"

Draco was making small noises of pleasure, enjoying every motion of his tongue and the complete intimacy of what he was doing. His mind briefly flashed back to the first time he wanted to try rimming with Harry. Harry had been eager, but so understanding of Draco's hesitancy. He never pushed Draco; never teased him for his awkward attempts at pleasuring his boyfriend. It was Harry's encouragement that made Draco so good at pleasing his lover to this day, and it was the first time Draco actually realised that. He massaged Harry's hips lightly as he continued licking and sucking Harry's beautiful arse.

Harry was writhing against the elegant velvet covers, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat from the intense heat between them. Draco pulled back, but Harry didn't protest. He just took a few moments to try and regain his breath, knowing Draco was far from finished with him yet.

"Do you like that, gorgeous?" Draco murmured as Harry rolled over onto his back and smiled serenely up at him. Draco melted down into Harry's side, softly rubbing Harry's toned stomach and gazing contentedly down at Harry's hard cock surrounded by a patch of dark, curly hair.

"Mmm, amazing," Harry whispered. He wrapped his arms around Draco and breathed in the fresh, citrus scent of Draco's hair. Draco ran his hand down Harry's torso and tickled the tip of Harry's dick with his fingers. Harry chuckled and Draco heard this deep in his chest, coupled only by the soft beats of Harry's heart.

Draco shifted and crawled up to straddle Harry's body again. He had a knee resting on either side of Harry's waist. He rocked back so Harry's dick nestled between the cheeks of his arse just perfectly and smiled down at Harry. Harry puckered his lips, so Draco leant over and they met in a warm kiss. Their tongues teased each other lovingly and soft smacking sounds from their tasty kiss echoed through the room.

Harry ran his hands up Draco's thighs and over his hips. Draco sat up again. He stroked Harry's face gently before feeling behind him and positioning the head of Harry's straining dick at his entrance.

"No, Draco!" Harry gasped. "You'll hurt yourself."

Draco grinned. "No, I won't. Why do you think I took a long shower?" he asked suggestively. "My own fingers can come in handy just as much as yours, my love…" He sunk down slowly onto Harry's cock, biting his bottom lip as the intense feeling of being filled - and of having sex for the first time in over a week - overtook him with a rush. "Oh hell, yesss…" he hissed.

Harry braced Draco by holding onto his hips. His eyes tried to shut in pleasure, but the want to watch the expressions of pure contentment spread across Draco's face was too much. Draco was soon fully sheathed around Harry's erection and they both gazed lovingly into each other's eyes for a few moments while Draco adjusted to the feeling of Harry inside him. "I love you, Draco," Harry said softly.

"I love you right back, sweetheart," Draco grunted as he began rocking his hips, feeling Harry's cock slip out of him, and then back in again in smooth motions. "This is my favourite position, you know."

"Is it?" Harry chuckled, thrusting up lightly to meet Draco's rocking hip.

"Mmm," Draco confirmed, sighing as they joined together in a steady rhythm. "I don't know why…"

"It doesn't matter why," Harry told him, slipping his fingers into Draco's and giving his hand a squeeze. "It feels brilliant. Touch yourself, baby…"

Draco didn't miss a beat in his rocking as he moved their joined hands to encircle his dick, which was standing up against his stomach. He rubbed their entwined fingers slowly up and down the hard length, running his tongue along his lips and moaning softly at the feeling. He looked deep into Harry's sparkling green eyes and then bent over for another kiss.

"Ahhh, that's why I like this position," Draco purred. "I can have you up my arse, your hand on my cock, and my lips on your sweet mouth without straining muscles I didn't know I had."

Harry laughed softly. "Sounds like a good enough reason to me." He wriggled his eyebrows teasingly at Draco. "Are we going to do this, then?"

"Just try and stop me," Draco murmured, straightening back up and increasing his movements. Harry didn't hesitate to quicken his thrusting into Draco's tight, warm arse and started pumping Draco's cock in his hand to meet their movements. "Oh, I missed this," Draco grunted. "I missed making love to you."

"Me too, love," Harry panted. "You look so fucking hot, Draco. Lean back a bit." Draco obliged and Harry propped himself up on his elbow. Draco exaggerated his movements and Harry groaned deeply at the brief, but scorching sight of his own cock pumping insistently in and out of Draco's arse. "Merlin, fuck me!" he gasped.

"Merlin couldn't do half as good a job as me, lover," Draco purred back. "Do like that? Tell me how good your cock looks sliding in and out of my arse, Harry. It feels goood. I can feel you deep inside me. I'm hard for you, baby. You do this to me…" His voice dropped to a whisper as he pointedly stroked his cock.

Their movements were now fast and insistent. Draco soon lost the ability to speak, and part of Harry wished he would continue. Draco's voice was so smooth and deep. It never failed to send Harry over the edge. Draco, in his flexibility, bent over and nibbled on Harry's nipple, which was hard from please. This was all Harry could take and he shouted Draco's name, shooting a week's work of pent-up arousal deep into Draco's accepting hole.

Draco braced himself back on Harry's knees, moaning as he could almost feel every pulse of Harry's orgasm. Sweat was dripping down Harry's chest and forehead. Harry licked his lips sensually and opened his eyes, piercing Draco with a look of pure lust. Draco gasped and came with a grunt, the thick, white liquid sliding down his fist, which was still rubbing at his now spent cock. He let go, feeling his body turn to jelly, and moaned quietly when the last flickers of his orgasm shot through his body.

Harry swallowed to wet his dry throat while Draco eased himself off Harry's softening dick and flopped bonelessly onto Harry's stomach. They shared a brief peck on the lips before curling into each other's arms and coming down from their high together.

"That was amazing, baby," Harry whispered. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," Draco insisted, kissing Harry's chest. "For forcing me to open my eyes. I don't know what I would've done if I had lost you. How could I have not see before just how lucky I was?"

"You always knew it," Harry replied confidently. "You just needed a boot up the arse to make you realise how to show it to me."

Draco nodded. "Yeah, that's it." He laughed quietly and they fell into a content silence. Harry was stroking his fingers through the back of Draco's sweat-soaked hair, and Draco was teasing his finger in Harry's belly button. They both sighed in almost unison at the warm feeling between them.

"Harry?" Draco asked after a few minutes.

"Hmmm?" Harry murmured, feeling very sleepy and comfortable. He had no plans to relinquish his grip on his love just yet.

"Do you want us to get married? We could, you know. I think it might be nice if we do," Draco told him.

Harry shifted in Draco's arms and looked down at him. "Honestly?"

Draco snorted. "No, Harry, I want you to lie your sexy arse off to me," he said sarcastically. "Yes, of course 'honestly'."

"No, I don't want to get married just yet," Harry admitted and Draco made a surprised sound. "Don't get me wrong. I do want to eventually, but I'd prefer to just go how we are for now. Just enjoy us, you know? We can get married anytime. Let's just practice for now."

Draco laughed. "Practice being married?"

"Well, yeah," Harry said with a shrug.

"Okay, I think that sounds like a plan to me," Draco agreed. "Do you think we'll both know when the time is right to take the plunge?"

"Merlin knows," Harry sniggered. "Who cares? Until then, let's practice getting this delicate balance between love and sex!"

- fin -