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Draco opened his eyes, sunlight streaming across his face. He felt his boyfriend’s, no, his fiancé’s, naked body pressed against him, and he smiled to himself as the memories of the night before came flooding back to him. Harry had taken him to his favourite restaurant and then they had gone flying out to the countryside where they had watched the sunset and Harry had proposed to him. It had been perfect, and Draco had never been happier. He turned to face Harry and found him staring at him. They looked at each other for a moment, lost in their own thoughts until Harry placed a searing kiss on his lips. When they broke apart Draco said, “I can’t wait to change my name.”
“What?” Harry asked him clearly confused.
Draco panicked. His heart started thumping in his chest. Had he misunderstood what had happened last night? Had Harry not actually wanted to marry him? Had he changed his mind? Had he realised that he could do so much better? He knew he never deserved Harry despite how hard he had tried to be a good boyfriend, a good person, someone worthy of love. But it never felt like enough despite the countless number of times Harry had reassured him that he was enough, that it was he, Draco that Harry loved. Unable to help himself he touched his ring finger and sure enough the ring Harry had given him was still there. He began to breathe again.
“What do you mean change your name?” Harry asked again drawing Draco out of his thoughts.
“When we, I mean, that is if you haven’t changed your mind or anything. But I meant I’d like to change my name when we…” Draco trailed off unable to say when we get married in case that wasn’t what Harry wanted.
Harry frowned bewildered before it dawned on him. “You mean you want to take my last name when we get married?” he asked a huge grin spreading across his face.
Married. There was that word again. Draco breathed out relieved to hear it. So, it hadn’t been all a dream. This man that was laying here with him wanted to marry him. To be his forever. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want to be Draco Potter. I don’t want to be a Malfoy anymore.”
Harry burst out laughing at this. Draco’s heart skipped a beat. Why was Harry laughing? Was this all just some joke after all? But seeing the look on Draco’s face Harry quickly stopped. “I’m sorry,” he said, “it’s just that I was planning to take your name when we got married. I don’t want to be Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the Saviour. I was hoping to be done with that and just be Draco Malfoy’s husband from now on.”
Hearing these words, a wide smile crossed Draco’s face. “Well, I’m certainly not opposed to you being Draco Malfoy’s husband,” he said in a voice that he hoped was sexy and rolled over, pinning Harry to the bed. “But I’ll certainly miss calling you Potter,” he said lowering his voice so that it was almost a growl.
Harry shivered at those words, his cock becoming erect. Unlike when they were at school, Draco usually called him Harry now. But he’d sometimes still call him Potter when he was angry, and they were in a fight. And their fights would almost always lead to very heated and passionate sex during which Draco would take charge and hold him down and fuck him until he could barely move just the way Harry liked. During one of their make-up sex sessions they had laughed about how much easier it would have been if they had had sex when they were at Hogwarts together, but Harry liked that there had been some twists and turns in getting to where they were now because he felt that it made their relationship stronger and made them appreciate each other more. “You can still call me Potter in private,” he murmured before pulling Draco’s lips to his.
Draco kissed his fiancé greedily as he reached his hand down to stroke his cock. Harry moaned into the kiss when he felt Draco’s hand. Draco stroked Harry’s cock a few times and then slipped a finger into Harry’s arse. “I’m going to make you scream, Potter,” he said punctuating his words by biting Harry’s lower lip.
“Fuck!” Harry moaned as he felt Draco’s finger inside him. Draco was good at hitting the exact spot that made Harry scream with pleasure. Draco slipped another finger inside Harry, causing Harry to writhe in pleasure. There was nothing that Draco liked more than seeing Harry come undone and knowing that it was he who caused it. “Please! Please fuck me. I need you inside of me,” Harry begged.
Draco lifted an eyebrow as he smirked at Harry. “Already? You’re begging for me already? I’ve barely done anything,” he teased.
“Just get on with it, Malfoy!” Harry whined.
Malfoy. Draco no longer wanted to be a Malfoy, but when Harry said it, it wasn’t so bad. Somehow, when Harry said it, it was full of love and not the hatred he was now used to. “I told you, I’m no longer going to be a Malfoy,” Draco said, trying to look stern. But secretly, he’d let Harry call him whatever he wanted as long as they were together.
“Yes, well if you still call me Potter, I’m still going to call you Malfoy,” Harry teased. Draco scowled and Harry chuckled before pulling him into another kiss. “Now Draco, please don’t make me ask again. I need you inside of me,” he whined.
Not able to deny him anything, Draco cast a lubricant spell and pushed himself inside Harry’s tight arse. They both sighed as Draco entered Harry. Draco was still for a moment, waiting for Harry to adjust before beginning to thrust into him. When Harry indicated that it was alright to do so, Draco began to thrust into him in earnest, grabbing his hips so tight it would leave marks. Harry cried out as Draco fucked him. He loved how full he felt with Draco’s cock up his arse. “Gods! Yes! Draco just like that!” Harry cried out.
Draco smirked. He loved hearing Harry during sex. In all the years that he had imagined having sex with Harry (and if he were being honest, he’d been imagining it since he was 13) he had never imagined how loud Harry would be during sex and how much of a turn on it would be. “Such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he teased smiling at the man currently writhing beneath him.
“Yes!” Harry panted as Draco started to thrust even harder. He was close and when Draco thrust again, hitting his prostate he came spilling his seed all over his belly. Seeing Harry come, sent Draco over the edge and soon he was coming inside Harry. He collapsed on the black-haired man panting.
Draco rolled off Harry and they lay there catching their breaths.
“So, what should we do? I don’t want to be Malfoy and you don’t want to be Potter. There doesn’t seem to be a clear solution,” Draco said once they had caught their breaths.
“Hmmm,” Harry said thinking. “What if we both changed our name to Black? It was your mum’s name and my godfather’s name and that way neither of us needs to keep a name we don’t like.”
“Black,” Draco said as if trying it out. “Yes, I like it. We’ll be the Blacks. But you’re still Potter to me.”
“And you’re still Malfoy to me,” Harry said with a smile as he kissed Draco’s cheek.