After the clock struck ten, Draco began the short journey to the hospital wing for the third night in a row. Donning Harry's invisibility cloak he left in Draco's room the week prior, Draco could barely contain his excitement. It had been nearly impossible to be apart from Harry all day long these past few days, and all the time spent alone only made Draco's guilt continue to grow. Luckily Madam Pompfrey's various elixirs were working quickly, and this would be Harry's last night in her care.

Finally Draco found himself at the oversized wooden doors. He listened in to make sure no rustling came from within. He cautiously entered and walked towards Harry's bed. He found him dozing quietly with his mouth slightly agape. His arm was no longer in a sling, his teeth seemed to have grown back perfectly, the swelling in his eyes had nearly disappeared completely and where bandages used to be, barely visible scars had taken their place. He had healed so rapidly, Draco assumed Madam Pomfrey had kept him another night for his safety, not for required further recovery.

He looked around one last time before dropping the cloak to the floor. He leaned over his love and gave him a long kiss on his chapped lips. Harry roused with a smile. Even though he still didn't have all his strength back, he managed to pull Draco down on top of him. Draco was careful not to rest all of his weight on Harry's still sore ribs.

He gazed admiringly at Harry's face, drinking in all of its delightful imperfections and exquisite contours. Harry reached up to stroke Draco's silver locks, infatuated with Draco's warm gray eyes. How long it had been since they were icy and piercing with judgment. Harry had no idea how he had managed to finally bring humanity out of the once cold wizard, but he could hardly contain his happiness.

Draco kissed Harry once more, sucking his lip and tickling his tongue. Harry felt the familiar flood of warmth that had escaped him during his healing process. Teasing his lips with his tongue, Draco pulled back with a knowing smile. He wasn't ready to let them succumb to their desires just yet, there was something he still had to do to make things right after the hell Harry had been put through.

He grabbed the invisibility cloak from the ground and dropped it over them. Then with the upmost gentleness, picked up the wizard he found himself growing more in love with by the minute.

"Where are you taking me, my knight in shining armor?" Harry innocently asked.

"You'll see." Draco said with a wink.

The doors opened at Draco's command and they walked past them before turning to the right. Harry hadn't the faintest idea where they were going but Draco never disappointed when it came to picking dangerous and erotic places to pillage him. Harry couldn't help but hope he toned it down a bit from last time, so they didn't actually get caught.

After an endless amount of twists and turns, the two were facing a set of wooden doors unfamiliar to Harry. They opened at Draco's request and the pair passed into the vast room in front of them.

Harry knew instantly it was the prefect's bathroom when he saw the enormous bath before them. Draco turned back to cast several impenetrable locking spells on the doors. They would not be disturbed. He shucked off the cloak, confident they're privacy was absolute.

Almost instantly the bath was filled with steaming water and fragrant bubbles from its innumerable faucets.

Harry looked up at Draco as their clothes evaporated and they moved towards the bath. Until now he didn't know if he would ever recover from three days of harsh sponge baths from Madam Pompfrey.

Carefully Draco walked up the slick steps and then dropped down into the hot water. Gently he rested Harry on the underwater bench. He softly pushed Harry back so his head was resting on the bath's edge.

Conjuring a bar of soap, Draco began the long and loving process of washing Harry's still healing body. Starting at his feet, he took care not to miss an inch of Harry's stinging skin. Making long, slow strides up his legs, Harry realized this was the greatest pleasure Draco had ever given him. No orgasm could top the intense intimacy that comes when someone selflessly washes your body.

Draco began washing Harry's torso, innocently neglecting the area between Harry's legs. It wasn't the time for that. Draco batted away the bubbles covering Harry's body. He wanted to make sure to be extra careful washing the areas that were still bruised and healing. Harry felt every kick and every pummel melt away with each stroke of Draco's soap. He had never felt so lucky to be anywhere in his entire life.

Draco slowly made his way up Harry's sides, under his arms and then his chest. Then Draco straddled Harry. Harry held his breath, but Draco was merely getting closer so he could wash his back. Harry's back arched as Draco slowly caressed it with the slick bar of soap.

He may not have been able to rescue him from the abuse he suffered and there was no way to know what the future held for him, for them, but for the moment, as he washed away the pain, everything was right and everything made sense.

Satisfied with the cleansing he had done so far, Draco waded through the water to get shampoo. He came back with shampoo in hand, softly running his fingers through Harry's dripping, tousled locks. Making slow, uneven circles, he unhurriedly made his way through his hair. When he was done, Harry slid under the water to wash the suds from his away.

He made sure to resurface next to Draco's lap.

Stroking Draco's hair, he said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Draco replied, smiling with his tender gray eyes. "It was the least I could do."

"I wasn't just talking about the bath." Harry leaned in and kissed Draco affectionately. He didn't know how to thank him for the greatest love he had ever known. A greater love than most people are blessed with in an entire lifetime.

Draco understood perfectly and he could not have agreed more. He rested his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry stroked his hair and leisurely rubbed his back. The two wanted nothing more than to savor each other's company until the water grew too brisk and their skin became too wrinkled. They surmised they at least had a few more hours.

Harry tenderly raised Draco from his shoulder, his head in his arms. He kissed him passionately, slowly, daring the whole world to wait until he was done.

Harry pulled back, a smirk on his face. "Get up on the ledge, please."

"Well you did say the magic word." Draco replied with a smile, then hopped up on the bath's edge.

Harry stood on the step to be eye level with Draco. He lightly licked Draco's lips with the tip of his tongue. Draco's eyes closed with delight. Harry blew cool air in Draco's ear before nibbling on his earlobe. Unable to tease him any longer, Harry kissed his way down Draco's smooth, pale chest and stomach. Eyes fixed on the breathless wizard, Harry finally grasped Draco's painfully erect cock firmly in hand.

Draco shuddered with excitement. A satisfied smile adorning his face, Harry bent down and took Draco in his mouth in one long, luxurious slide.

His body rippled with pleasure as his cock was deliciously encased in Harry's impossibly tight throat. He slid Draco deep inside again and again. With every prolonged slide Draco was sure his pulsating cock would rocket right off. Then Harry lightly licked the underside of his shaft before making lightening fast circles around his throbbing head, all the while cupping his balls gently.

Harry marveled at how naturally this all felt now. He thought back to their first encounter in detention. He had never felt so lost or out of place. But now after countless rendezvous, he had never felt more at home experiencing the ultimate vulnerability with the boy he once considered a mortal enemy.

Draco loved attending to Harry and pleasuring him but he could never deny himself the ultimate gratification Harry could bring him. Draco couldn't believe how far he had come in only a few weeks. His seemingly impenetrable walls had been broken down and for the first time he allowed himself to be vulnerable. Admittedly, it was the most terrifying position he had ever put himself in, but the utter happiness loving someone who loves you in return brought him was worth the monstrous risk he was putting himself in.

His cock at the epicenter of his spasms, Draco felt the twinge of ecstasy begin its long ascent as Harry ruthlessly sucked the head of his dick. Alive with animalistic desire, he picked Harry up under his arms and shoved him against the edge of the oversized tub.

Gripping Harry's hips in his hands, he caught himself immediately, "Shit, Harry are you okay?"

Harry had no time to for pity. It had hurt like hell but he had always gotten off on Draco's brutal aggression and he didn't want their sex to change for any reason.

"Oh just shut up and fuck me."

"You don't talk to me like that." Draco said through clenched teeth. "I'm going to have to punish you." Draco spanked Harry ragingly.

"I've been so bad." Harry breathed, biting his lip in complaint.

Harry didn't even have a second to brace himself before Draco had rammed his monstrous cock past his tensed ring of muscle.

"Ahnggg." Harry yelled.

Ignoring his reflexive protests, Draco slammed his body against Harry's, digging his nails into Harry's hips as he experienced his own severe pleasure.

The excruciating bliss shot up Harry's spine, traveling through every nerve of his body. He thrashed violently as Draco again forcefully penetrated his still protesting muscles until the entirety of his burning erection was deep inside of Harry.

Draco took a second of pause before unleashing a barrage of agonizingly blissful thrusts into Harry. Draco bent over and bit Harry's shoulder, ripping into his wet flesh. Harry's nails tore at the wood beneath him, his teeth bit his lip in pain and his cock ached with neglect.

Draco viciously grabbed Harry's cock, stroking it with impossible speed. Harry couldn't keep a scream from escaping his raw throat. Harry leaned his head back to rest it on Draco's muscular shoulder. Draco shoved his fingers in Harry's mouth, which Harry took expectantly, biting them angrily as Draco pummeled him with increased ferocity.

In perfect synchronization, the wizards felt the aching warmth begin to gradually build inside of them. Draco swiped at Harry's hunched back in an automatic protest.

Draco ripped his hand from Harry's mouth, slapping it against his chest, bringing Harry's body flush with his. Their cheeks pressed alongside each other's, their breathing hallowed and their heartbeats raced with impossible rapidity.

Draco's nails ripped into Harry's chest as the unimaginable pleasure tore through his body. Suddenly that familiar silence fell over the boys after they stole one last gasp of air. Beginning in his toes and rushing up his legs, Harry felt the unbearable ecstasy quickly flood out of him. Feeling Harry's body heave beneath him, Draco impaled him one last time, vigorously spilling his seed deep inside Harry. For a split-second lifetime, they became one.

Harry absolutely loved the feeling of being filled by this disturbingly handsome wizard. It reminded him he was Draco's, and no one else.

Drained completely, Draco collapse onto Harry, flattening him against the bath's ledge. Breathless and exhausted, they fell back into the immense tub. Draco rested his body against the tub's wall, and Harry rested his body against Draco, his head in the niche of Draco neck.

Finally their breathing deepened and their heartbeats slowed. Draco's arms wrapped tightly around Harry, he savored every moment entwined with his lover. He was so thankful he had found someone who had looked past the walls he had built over the years and actually saw him for who he really was. He wanted nothing more than to proclaim his love for Harry to anyone and everyone that would listen. Unfortunately he had years before he could do that. They wouldn't even be able to hold hands on their way to class, like all the other star-crossed couples at Hogwarts.

Harry reached up to lovingly stroke Draco's cheek, in turn Draco turned to kiss Harry's forehead, giving him a quick squeeze. In many ways it felt like they had been together forever. Being with each other felt so natural and simply laying together brought each of them complete contentment. But despite how comfortable they felt around each other, their fiery passion showed no signs of burning out.

So they sat. They sat together for the rest of the night. Occasionally Draco would add more hot water but for the most part they just enjoyed each other company, jointly recovering from their shared bliss.

For those few hours they didn't worry about how Harry would survive going to class. How he would even survive living with his roommates. They didn't worry about Draco's inevitable disownment from his family when they found out about his relationship with Harry. They didn't wonder if Moaning Myrtle was spying on them from behind the mountain of suds. They didn't even worry about getting Harry back to the hospital wing before Madam Pompfrey returned. For the moment the only things that mattered were being with each other, and occasionally adding warm water and bubbles to the massive tub.

Draco was at peace. For the first time he could be himself around someone, and what luck that was also the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

For the first time in Harry's life, he felt like he was at home and he could think of no one more perfect to build a life with than the wizard with silver blond hair, whose arms were currently wrapped tightly around his waist.

Harry looked up expectantly at Draco, who looked down adoringly at him.

"I love you." Harry said.

"I love you, too." Draco replied. He took Harry's head firmly in his hands, looking deep into his green eyes before kissing him with renewed vigor and passion.

They didn't know what lied ahead, but they knew as long as they had each other, they had everything.