Authors Note: Well, this is the last chapter of 4DoT. It's the first time I've written actual smut, so be gentle. xD Thanks a bunch to everyone that has read the story. And a huge thank you to my beta. D
And I would love to know what you guys thought about the story.

3 Months later

"What the hell is this?"

Harry jerked awake. He untangled himself from the tanned limbs that lay across his torso and thigh, and stood quickly. For a moment his vision was an odd mash up of clarity and blurriness, until he realized his glasses were crooked. Straitening them out, he looked for the source of the voice that had woken him, and his eyes zeroed in on Draco. The blond stood in the living room, a copy of the daily Muggle newspaper in this hand, arms crossed over his chest.

"Oh shit. Draco, this isn't what it looks like."

"Oh really?" Draco looked around the living room, eyes landing on the tanned limbs and brown hair peeking out from the thin blanket. "I think it's exactly what it looks like. You haven't managed to unpack a single box, have you?" he asked, gesturing at the boxes littering the floor, turning the area into a miniature warehouse.

Harry scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "No," he finally muttered.

Draco heaved a sigh, dropping the paper into a random box. "Honestly Harry, what am I going to do with you? You can't even manage to unpack a single flat. And you call yourself a wizard."

Harry frowned. "Well, it's not like Hermione and I haven't been working all bloody day while you were running errands." he said.

At her name, Hermione stirred. She pulled the covers off her head and blinked open bleary eyes, looking around the room. "What about me?" she asked, voice thick with sleep.

Draco couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. "Nothing, Granger. I was just telling Harry that for the most powerful wizard on the planet he sucks at unpacking." Laughing, he ducked as a ball of packing material his lover had chucked at him soared.

"We were unpacking," he insisted. "But since you insisted on having cable and Internet installed today, we couldn't use magic. Turns out, the cable guy is a Muggle; what a shock that was," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll be happy to note that the bedroom is all finished, though."

Draco raised one eyebrow gracefully. "Really?" In three long strides he stood over Hermione, grasping her hand and yanking her to her feet. He picked a cloak – he wasn't even sure whose it was – off a nearby table and thrust it into her arms, keeping his hand on the small of her back as he steered her towards the door. "My apologies Granger, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Thank you for your help, much appreciated. But Harry and I are terribly busy. Come back, say, Tuesday? Have a wonderful day." With that he opened the door and pushed her gently out into the hallway.

Hermione blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing like a fish's. "But this isn't even—" she began, before Draco shut the door in her face.

He turned around and smirked at Harry. "You. Bedroom. Now." he growled.

Harry smirked back at him. "Make me," he challenged.

Draco strode over to the other wizard, bunched his hands into the soft material of Harry's shirt and drew him flush against his own body for a heated kiss. With a groan, Harry melted against Draco's mouth, snaking one hand into the blonds' soft hair. He wrapped his other hand around Draco's waist, effectively pinning him. As if the blond was even thinking about leaving.

Draco pulled back a little to suck on Harry's bottom lip, enjoying the way it made Harry gasp. He kissed a trail from the brunette's lips to his ear to take the lobe into his mouth and suck on his gently.

"Ready to go into the bedroom?" he breathed into Harry's ear.

Harry only nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Merlin, the blond turned him on.

Draco pushed against his lover, walking him backwards down the hall. When Harry's back was pinned against the closed bedroom door, Draco captured his mouth in another searing kiss, licking Harry's bottom lip, begging for entrance. He received it more then willingly. Their tongues danced with each other, battling for dominance, before they resigned themselves to gentle caresses and exploration.

Harry reached behind his back to open the door, and was marched – still backwards – into the room, and toppled onto the bed. Draco crawled over him to sit on his lap, straddling his waist. The blond ran slender fingers under Harry's shirt, brushing them softly against his side, making him squirm.

"You're shirt needs to come off," he whispered.

Harry sat up in a crunch position and raised his arms over his head, letting Draco pull the shirt over his head. As soon as he was free of the material he went to work on the buttons of Draco's shirt, driving the blond crazy with small kisses as more and more skin was exposed. He let his fingers linger on the last button, capturing one of Draco's nipples between his lips, sucking it into a hard bud. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, and Draco's fingers clenching his hair.

"I love it when you make that noise," he murmured against Draco's chest, undoing the last button and sliding the silky fabric over the pale shoulders, down the beautifully curved back, and flinging it onto the floor.

Draco leaned down to kiss Harry gently. "You had better hope that shirt doesn't wrinkle."

Harry laughed against the blonds' lips. He wrapped his arms around the slender waist and with ease flipped Draco over. "It won't wrinkle," he promised. "Now shut up and enjoy yourself."

He planted little kisses along Draco's chest and he crawled down towards the trousers that stood between him and his favorite part of the blonds' anatomy. Not that the rest of Draco wasn't beautiful. He unbuttoned them quickly but took his time on the zipper, taking the little metal tongue into his mouth and drawing it slowly down, one metal tooth at a time. He rolled his eyes upwards to watch Draco and smirked at the dreamy look in the blonds' eyes.

The brunette curled his fingers under the waistband of the trousers and slowly eased them down, taking time to nuzzle the bulge in Draco's boxers. Draco gasped, hands clutching at the bed sheets. He glanced down long enough to realize they were a horrible shade of red before Harry's lips pressed against his growing erection through the silky material of his boxers.

"Merlin," he breathed, arching his back a little.

Harry chuckled against the confined cock, making it twitch. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Draco's – where those honestly silver? – boxers and practically ripped them off his lovers body, not being able to wait any longer. He stroked Draco's cock with one finger before bending down and swirling his tongue over the head. His own cock twitched happily, pressing hard against its confines, begging to be let out.

He sucked lightly on Draco's head; encouraged by the soft moaning sounds spilling from the other man's lips. He ran his tongue up and down Draco's length before taking as much of the blond into his mouth as he could. He started up a slow rhythm with mouth and hand to match the breathed mantra of "yes, yes, yes" that came from above.

Before long, Draco's fingers clenched in his hair, pulling his head up and away. Draco kissed him hungrily, biting and nipping at Harry's lower lip. Moaning, Harry's deepened the kiss, running his tongue across Draco's, savoring the moment.

"I want you inside me. Now," Draco breathed against Harry's ear.

He whispered something and Harry was vaguely aware of cold air brushing across his arse. He gasped as Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, dragging him forward, creating delicious friction between them. He thrust his hips forward, marveling at the sounds that escaped Draco's lips.

With a quick spell he prepared Draco. Grasping the blond's slender hips he angled himself better and pushed gently against the tight ring of muscles. Draco arched his back off the bed again.

"Merlin, Potter. Get on with it."

Harry grinned and shrugged. "If you insist." Pressing his lips against Draco's, he thrust forward, swallowing the blond's cry.

He sat still for a moment, giving his lover time to adjust. He trailed soft kisses down his chest, moaning every now and again and Draco clenched around him. When Draco rocked his hips up to take even more of Harry in, he pulled nearly all the way out – much to the disappointing groans of Draco – and thrust back in.

"Oh, gods, yessss," the Slytherin hissed.

Harry picked up the pace, relishing in the feeling of Draco writhing underneath him. He reached between them to grasp the limp member. With a few languid strokes, it was back to ram rod attention. He increased his pace, as well as that of his hand, and before long Draco shouted his name, and came over his own stomach. Harry groaned as the muscles around his cock clenched him even tighter, and came hard, breathing Draco's name.

He collapsed on top of the other wizard, both of them breathing hard. Draco raised one shaking hand to run through the mess of black hair. "Gods, I've missed this," he muttered.

"Mmm, me too," Harry murmured, trying to keep sleep at bay. He rolled off Draco and onto his side. With one arm, he drew the other man against him.

"But next time," Draco said with a yawn. "I'm on top."

Harry chuckled. "You're an evil, sadistic bastard. But I love that about you."

Draco chuckled and snuggled against Harry, who had already fallen sleep. "I love you too," he whispered.