[ MATURE CHAPTER ]

"Listen, before you start to freak out-"

"Before I start to freak out? Malfoy, it's the bloody dead of night, and you just used floo powder to get into the Burrow! I thought you were an intruder, which you kind of are. I could've killed you!" Harry snapped, glaring at the blond wizard who stood in the corner, head bowed shamefully as he was yelled at.

"Why don't you?" Draco asked suddenly, and Harry's rapid-fire ranting faltered. He gazed at the blond with interest, chest hurting just looking at him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm an arse, Potter. I'm an absolute arse to you, and I'm so incredibly sorry for being such an ignorant, difficult twat. How do you put up with me?" Draco took a step forward, facial expression still that of shame, and now sadness too. Harry stood awkwardly, wanting to comfort the blond, but not knowing if it was a trap or not.

He would not survive another trap involving Draco Malfoy. He just wouldn't. Hearing the kiss had meant nothing, it had nearly killed Harry, and if this apology was just bullshit, his heart would most likely cease to work any longer.

"With great difficulty. You are a real prat, so it's good of you to admit that. Now, why are you here?" Harry asked after a moment of contemplation. He should kick Draco out of the house right now, but... he just can't. Something inside him won't let him, and so he can't.

Draco took another step towards Harry, which caused him to take a step back, self-conscious. One step forward, another step back. Harry reached for his wand, which he had been smart enough to grab on his way down the steps.

"Because, I- Wow, this is difficult. I pictured this so differently in my head. Ugh. Um, I want you to know that really, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past. I want to make up for it. I want to be a better person, and not just for myself, but really, for you." The blond admitted, and Harry's mouth falls open, stunned. The grey-eyed wizard took another step forward, but Harry stood still. Their feet were almost touching by this point.

"For... for me?" Harry asked, angry with himself for stuttering. Now, Draco is right in front of him, and he's moved his arms dangerously close to Harry, but the green-eyed wizard still hasn't taken another step back.

"For you. Always for you." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and the boy's heart rate sped up then, and he feared the blond may hear it, or feel him shaking.

"But you said-"

"I know what I said, and even more importantly, I know I'm an idiot. Merlin, I'm an idiot. I'm more of an idiot than even Goyle, I swear it. I hurt you, badly, and I'm so sorry. I- I never wanted... I never want to hurt you ever again. Please forgive me, I'm begging you." The blond's head falls into the crook of Harry's neck, and he breathes in the green-eyed wizard's scent heavily. Tears have threatened to spill again, but Draco had promised himself he would stay strong, and so he has to, no matter the outcome.

"Draco, I don't know what to say..." Harry trailed, taking notice that he'd called the blond by his first name, but he didn't seem to care. By this point, he had also wrapped his arms around the other, and was rubbing his back in slow circles as he seemingly broke into a thousand pieces before him.

"Then don't say anything." The blond whispered, and then pulled his head from the crook of Harry's neck and looked him dead in the eyes. "Let's go somewhere."

"Where?" Harry asked, entirely intoxicated by the blond's close proximity. He didn't mind though, as Draco looked wonderful in the moonlight, and he smelled of tea, and his lips were awfully pale and thin, and Harry desperately wanted to change their condition.

"Anywhere but here. Apparate us please, anywhere but here." Draco's voice was barely above a whisper, and Harry nodded, still staring into the blond's tantalizing grey eyes.

"Okay." He said, and soon, they were spinning through time itself, and landed on something soft. It took Harry a moment to realize where he was, as the room was incredibly dark.

They were back in their old living quarters. They were inside the wall, in the magnificent rooms in which they'd lived in while bonded together. Though it seemed, even after the visible bonds had been removed, the chemical bonds between them remained strong, and Harry was hopeless in that instant.

"We're in the quarters... Why are we in the quarters, and more specifically, your bed?" Draco asked, surprised at their location. He'd half expected Harry to wind up upstairs in the Burrow, or even back at the Malfoy Manor, and so he had not expected an arrival at Hogwarts so soon. And how had he managed to Apparate them into a place that was impossible to enter in such a way?

"In my head, I chanted 'home' over and over again, and I guess this is my home." Harry claimed, blushing. The way they'd landed, Harry was trapped underneath the blond, and he didn't seem to be moving, and so Harry stared up at him in wonder.

"Your home is a bed. How odd." The blond teased, and Harry pinched his side, causing the older lad to jerk forward, landing himself more between the messy-haired wizard's legs than before. His eyes widened, and Draco swallowed thickly, licking his lips. "Um..."

What happened next happened so fast. Harry had reached up and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him down and into a rough, passionate kiss. Their lips stayed locked for some time, and then as Draco went to pull away, Harry grabbed his hair and gave it a nice tug, causing the older wizard to fall back on him again. Suddenly, lips just weren't enough, and Harry had released one hand from its firm hold on Draco's hand, and allowed the blond to grab it, lacing their fingers and pushing it into the mattress.

The blond bit at Harry's lower lip, and jerked his hips slightly against the messy-haired wizard, evoking a low moan, causing Harry's mouth to open, and Draco to slip his tongue past. Their tongues fought for awhile as they kissed sloppily, causing saliva to land on their chins as Draco kissed wetly,  their teeth clashing occasionally. It was the hottest kiss Harry had ever had in his life.

Then, Draco began to kiss at the corner of Harry's lips, and down his cheek, around his jaw, and onto his neck. He squirmed, using his available hand to lift himself into a more comfortable position as Draco's arms were almost in a press-up stance on either side of him. He wrapped his legs around the blond's waist, seeking friction, and was pleased as he bucked against him.

Draco kissed and sucked at Harry's neck, admitting obscene moans from the younger's mouth, leaving marks on his Adam's apple, and sucking from his collarbone as if he were an oasis in the middle of a desert. The dark-haired wizard cried out in pleasure, wrapping his legs tighter around Malfoy's waist, and the blond moaned appreciatively as their cocks rubbed against each other from inside their outfits: Harry in a Weasley-knitted Christmas jumper and jeans, and Draco in a nice pair of trousers, as well as a white button-down.

They rocked against each other hungrily, as if their only source of life would be the other person, and they were to thrive off of each other for years. Draco reconnected their lips, and Harry whined, needy as the friction had grown more intense.

"M- Malfoy, wait. D- Draco." Harry gripped the blond's shoulders, panting as the boy's pace went to expert levels, and he tried to meet his eyes, but they were closed blissfully. It was like they were animals, and they had finally met their mate.

Draco opened his eyes, noticing the way Harry was looking at him with more fear now than pleasure, and halted his friction-induced actions. He breathed heavily, raising an eyebrow at the dark-haired wizard, waiting for him to speak.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You're not playing me?" Harry asked, self-consciousness overtaking him again.

"I never meant to play you the first time. I was scared, and I acted irrationally. Is- is this what you want?" Draco asked, care evident in his eyes.

"More than anything." Harry admitted, and the blond smiled, and kissed him again. As the pace picked up, Harry found his confidence growing again, and he found himself gaining the strength to flip them over.

Draco opened his eyes in surprise as Harry moved to straddle him, and then, he was removing his jumper hastily. The blond watched indiscreetly, loving the way the messy-haired wizard's arm muscles moved. Harry went to unbutton his jeans, but Draco swatted his hands away, moving to do it himself. He got the button undone, and then undid the zip, allowing Harry's erect length, now only covered by boxers to be on display.

Harry glanced down at himself self-consciously, and then pushed Draco back onto his back, as he'd started to creep into a position where his back was arched, and he was supported by his arms. He then began to undo the buttons on the blond's shirt, and Draco watched the way his fingers moved diligently, entranced.

Once Draco's shirt was unbuttoned, Harry leant forward and began sucking on the blond's collarbone, and trailing marks all over his torso, paying special attention to where scars from numerous Cruciatus Curses had been performed. He lifted himself off of Draco's lap then, and shifted to lie beside him. The blond undid his own trousers, and turned more onto his side as his own length tented his pants.

Much to the blond's surprise, Harry reached forward and tugged Draco's waistband down, wrapping his calloused hand gently around the paler boy's cock, and gave it a few short tugs. The blond moaned and threw his head back, and Harry looked at him expectantly. They were going to get each other off, via hands.

It didn't take long once they'd started, as previously they'd been grinding against one another, and so with a loud moan, they came nearly at the same time, all over each other's exposed stomachs, and then Harry kissed Draco breathlessly. He was sated, delighted, as oh-so-happy. Without even bothering to clean up, he leaned forward and kissed the blond again, before nuzzling into his freshly marked neck.

"Merry Christmas, Draco Malfoy." And then he fell asleep.