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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Just wanted to thank those who took the time to review, and of course, all the silent readers. I was a little worried that this story was much more somber than some of my others—I've been in a bit of a mood lately. But no complaints yet, so that's good.
Starr: Thank you, dear!
BAFan: I definitely go through varieties when it comes to the background characters. I like to put the main characters in atmospheres, and Harry is easily built through his interactions with the Dursleys. This story is a pretty cannon Dursley family, but then, some of my others stories aren't—although I do like even then to ground the terrible behavior in reality so it doesn't seem completely out of the norm. I enjoy mixing things up to suit my needs. XD
As for pointing out errors, feel free. I will do a final edit at the end, and every bit helps, and I never shy from criticism—as long as it's constructive. O_o I like to put the story in a different paragraph format, and that tends to highlight a lot of my mistakes.
dedicated_reader: I'm glad you enjoy it so much, and here's some more. ^^
Chapter Ten
Draco had nearly fallen back asleep waiting for Harry, sitting sideways in the open doorway to his room with quill and parchment on the ground resting in the hallway. He had barely slept, body still a goddamn mess of want, and brain quickly spiraling towards mad.
Harry had remained where he was, sitting across the hall from Draco since the moment the boy had stood in the doorway, hours too early for breakfast, rumpled in his school clothes, blond hair in disarray. Harry had found if he stared at his bare feet peeking out from his jeans, tapping them on the stone floor to remind him to pay attention, he did not feel the urge to run across the hall and molest Malfoy. It felt more like he would only take a leisurely walk to do it, and this seemed some sort of improvement.
“Damn it, Potter. Fucking talk to me...” Draco growled, sounding very weary. He had been sitting there for the last twenty minutes, and as much as Harry was pretending not to be there, Draco was noticing how the invisible boy's aura was much stronger than before, his power flickering and disturbing the magic in the area.
“What, exactly, am I supposed to say to you, Malfoy?” Harry growled right back, knowing it would be completely lost on the boy. “I'm sorry? I don't even fucking know if I'm sorry. And if I am sorry, I'm not sure for which part—what I couldn't seem to stop or what I didn't get to fucking finish.”
“I need your goddamn help, Harry. Please, just fucking try. Please.” Draco gave a dejected sigh, head lowering to meet his hands. “Just talk to me...”
“I can't, you stupid prat! I can't fucking touch you. Didn't you used to be smart? I'm pretty sure Hermione told me she was competing with you for top scores last year—how are you so fucking dumb?”
“I know you're there, you pain in the ass. I can feel your fucking power. Potter, get over here. I'm not afraid of you, so get the fuck over here!”
Harry moved from his sitting position to a crouch, still staring at the ground and not at Draco. “You ever think I may be afraid, you idiot? There is something fucked in my head right now. You fuck me up, Malfoy. Shit... and it's good. Really fucking good.” He carefully raised his gaze, Draco huffing loudly.
“I can wait just as long as you can. Where the fuck are you going to go, Potter? Who the fuck are you going to talk to? Just... just come over here, okay? Take my hand and stop being a child about all this.” Draco held his hand out in Harry's direction, eyes peeking out at the empty corridor. “Come on...” he called softly, fingers wiggling in invitation.
Fairly certain this was the damn stupidest thing he could ever do in such a situation, Harry slowly sidled over to Draco. Reaching his hand out, he carefully brushed his fingers to the outstretched ones before him. Feeling the soft touch, Draco suddenly wrapped his hand around Harry's, pulling sharply. Eyes wide, Harry swore loudly as he lost his balance and crashed into Draco's prone form in the doorway. “Fuck—Malfoy!”
“Caught you, you stupid ass,” Draco muttered, using his free hand to figure out the tangle of limbs before him. Finding the messy pile of hair, he released Harry's hand and pulled the invisible boy's head up. “Do I strike you as the forgiving type, Potter?” Draco asked silkily, wrenching Harry's thick locks hard.
“You're out of your fucking mind—shit!” Harry gasped, Draco pulling his hair harder. If the boy was trying to hurt him, he was fucking failing at it. Harry was pretty sure he had never experience anything quite so amazing as Draco hissing in his ear while twisting fistfuls of his hair.
“Do you even understand how you left me? I went through hours of torment because you fucking ran away.” Draco had found Harry's mouth, warm breath puffing over his face. “It was fucking rude of you. Do you understand, Potter? I do the teasing in this relationship—not you.” Closing his eyes, Draco moved to the source of Harry's gasping breaths and kissed him soundly.
Definitely certain Draco had lost his mind, Harry kissed the boy back, groaning when Draco insisted on wrenching his hair whenever Harry put too much force into the kiss.
“I needed you... you ass... Fucking needed you...” Draco panted, whispering between hot kisses, holding Harry in place the best he could while the larger boy grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer. “The ache, Harry... its going to kill me... even now...”
“Sorry... really sorry, Draco.” Harry had been full of need for the boy, but he hadn't expected Draco to need him back. The idea made Harry hot, fire jumping up inside. Hell, Draco may have had even more need than him, the pale boy's body shaking so much now, just because Harry was touching him. “Fuck... fuck, tell me you feel it too,” Harry demanded into Draco's skin, pulling from the kiss so he could lick and bite down the boy's neck. “Need you... to fucking need me...”
Moaning, Draco twisted Harry's hair again, pulling the boy's face back up. “Keep your hands above my waist, and that fucking tongue off of me, you perv.” Draco insisted heatedly, kissing Harry again, deep and hungrily. Either Draco was very compelling, or Harry just really liked it when the annoying prat told him to do things. Harry obeyed, moving his hands up from where he had been squeezing Draco's firm ass, and refrained from licking the boy in the lubricious ways he wanted to.
Satisfied that Harry was behaving enough, Draco released the boy's hair. He leaned back on the ground grabbing the quill and paper, using his feet to push into his bedroom while Harry crawled up his body and continued to kiss him. “Slowly... Gotta talk to you...”
“Later,” Harry grumbled, biting at Draco's bottom lip, teeth clamping and then releasing while Draco whimpered.
Draco refused to be deterred, grabbing Harry's hair again and pulling hard until Harry stilled his movement. “I fire called Jaz. He said you were confused—out of control like me.” Draco kicked at the door to his room, managing to shut it once Harry moved his legs out of the way. “Said... said I could fix it.”
Harry closed his eyes, thinking of all the many ways Draco could fix the ache burning through him. Somehow, the idea only made him burn hotter, and he let one of his hands move to Draco's thigh, massaging the muscle and dragging fingers up.
Draco growled, grabbing the straying hand and placing it back at his waist. “Focus, Potter... I need to tell you what I want. And then you... you need to give it to me.” Draco smiled wickedly, head falling back onto the floor as he peered out through heavy lidded eyes and loose strands of hair. He licked his lips, focusing on where he could feel Harry's breath puffing against his shoulder.
“As long as I don't ask for, god... for that fucking delicious thing you were doing to me in the hallway—which is why the tongue really needs to stay in your mouth,” Draco added shakily. “As long as we keep things tame, but you're still fulfilling my needs, Jaz thinks it will satisfy the mating drive.”
Harry grasped at Draco's hand, and then pulled it towards the discarded quill. Once Draco picked it up, Harry quickly scrawled out just how flawed the plan was. I already know what you want, what you need.
Draco raised himself onto his arm to read. “Fuck... I'm pretty sure you're an arrogant sod that doesn't know shit. So you better start listening to what I say. Right now I want you to fucking kiss me, and keep your hands at a respectable level. Got it?”
Harry stared a long moment at Draco's flashing silver eyes and swollen pink lips. He slipped his vision into the fifth dimension so he could see the pretty feathers and shiny scales on Draco's bare flesh, loving the variations of hues on the bright skin. He very much wanted to kiss the boy. Proving just how good a kiss could fucking be might convince Draco to stay with him—hell, might convince the boy that he wanted so much more. Yes, Harry could do that. He could kiss Draco until the boy asked for more.
Draco felt the shift almost immediately, the ache in his body changing to reflect Harry's intent. Jaz was fairly certain that Harry was a master when it came to the mating call, able to manipulate its chosen into just about anything by amplifying the ache associated with mating. During courting, the aggressor looked for challenges, responding to what he perceived his mate's needs to be and making sure to feed it properly. Since Harry had caught Draco in the shower, the boy must have fixated on just how much Draco would enjoy anal sex. To remain intact, Draco needed to get Harry to focus on something else.
Currently, Draco no longer had the unbearable ache to be filled by Harry, instead now a just as unbearable need to be kissed by the boy. It was still overwhelming, but at least it could be remedied much easier and didn't involve Draco bending and begging to the boy.
“Come on, Potter... fucking kiss me... fuck please, get over here.” Well, not bending anyways. Draco pulled at Harry's hair, growling insistently when the boy just hovered, hot breath lined with Draco's mouth but not descending. “Oh, you just love to draw this out, don't you? What happens when you give me what I want?”
Harry ran fingers through Draco's hair, gently twisting the silky strands. He flicked his tongue out, lapping over Draco's lips and pulling a moan from the boy. “Then I fucking own you... Right now, I'm pretty sure I already do... but I think you need to figure it out still.”
“Come on...” Draco whispered, his breath catching when Harry slowly pressed lips to his. Draco parted his lips, opening readily to Harry's questing tongue and meeting it with his own. A shudder went through the pale boy, and then Draco was flat on the floor, head feeling too heavy to lift while Harry kissed him deeply and slowly. “Stop,” Draco moaned, his entire body arching against Harry's, hard flesh feeling hot to touch everywhere they met.
Harry moved to kiss Draco's cheek, letting the boy breathe and pant and make the desperate noises he was making. “I can make you come like this, beautiful... I can make you fucking scream like this, beg like this—all I have to do is ask, and you will give me that stupid fucking ring and be mine.” Harry kissed Draco again, the smaller boy whimpering, fingers grasping at the back of Harry's neck.
Sliding his hands down Draco's sides, Harry reached down to the boy's long legs and pulled them up so that he was settled between the raised knees where scales were even firmer and larger on Draco's bright skin. “You want to... you want to be mine, Draco. Even before, when I didn't have enough senses to tell, you were fucking begging for me. Luring me in with your fucked up, erratic behavior, and then cutting me to pieces with that cruel tongue of yours.” He licked up Draco's face, then plunged into the boy's moaning mouth, tasting thoroughly.
“Harry—I think... oh fuck... I'm gonna...” Draco shuddered again, his hips bucking up into Harry's while Harry continued to lick and suck the boy's swollen lips. Draco gave a weak moan, eyes squeezed shut at the realization that a fucking kiss had just gotten him off.
“Fucking told you, you bloody tease,” Harry rasped out, biting Draco's lower lip and holding it. Draco jerked, groaning as teeth broke his skin and blood filled his senses. “Yes... god I could have you right now, and you wouldn't fight me.” To prove his point, Harry grabbed the boy by the thighs, spreading Draco wider so he could press his aching erection against his entrance. Draco cried out, fingers digging into Harry's shoulders. “You fucking lured me over here just to do it to you, Malfoy. Fucking held your hand out so that I would come back and fuck you. All you have to do is admit it, beautiful.”
“Oh god, oh fuck... get your hands above my waist... you fucking opportunistic pervert,” Draco growled, even while rocking his hips down, rubbing against the searing flesh pressing against his hole.
Harry chuckled, putting one hand on the boy's narrow waist, and with his other twisted Draco's nipple. He rocked his hips forward, kissing Draco again and muffling the very rude swear the beautiful boy was cursing at him.
“Potter... you sick fuck... stop...” Draco growled, eyes closing as Harry rubbed against him again, this time with more force, Draco's entrance yielding ever so slightly to the pressure. “Oh god, that's good... so fucking good... I'm going to fucking kill you...”
“You want it, you gorgeous prat.” Harry bit Draco's ear, and then the soft flesh right below, at the same time twisting Draco's other nipple to a fetching shade of red. “Beg me, and I might stop... Fuck, beg me and I'll fuck you so hard, Draco. I'll give you everything your body needs...” He bit Draco's bottom lip again, licking at the blood that was beading there.
His entire body trembling, Draco reached his hands up, grabbing fistfuls of Harry's hair. He used it as leverage to pull himself up so that Harry was not moments from fucking him senseless, as well as push the boy down. “You will fucking kiss me, and that is it! And if you don't fucking listen to me, you don't get to fucking kiss me!” Draco lost his train of thought, Harry's mouth suddenly on his tender nipple, tongue flicking out, tickling and tormenting at the same time. Shaking himself, Draco tightened his hold on Harry's hair, twisting until the boy stopped. “Listen and fucking do as I say!”
Harry moaned shakily, something about Draco being so forceful and commanding making him dizzy. “Yes, you fucking pain in the ass. Fine—kiss, fine.”
Draco sighed in relief, Harry kissing him once again and soothing the fiery ache that kept building when he wasn't being kissed. Between long, delicious wrestlings of tongues and bitings of lips, Draco tugged at Harry's hair, demanding softly until Harry found some sort of control in his mating call and extinguished the madness between them.
“Oh, thank god...” Draco panted, grabbing Harry more forcefully and pushing the larger boy off of him and onto the floor beside him. He grabbed the quill that was now bent and leaking black ink on the ground, and the crumpled piece of parchment. “How do you feel? Better—saner?” Draco asked, pulling at Harry's hand until the boy started writing.
Yes. I still want to fuck you, but just in a normal way and not a deranged, dying if I don't way.
Nodding, Draco pushed his blond hair from his face. “Alright... okay. We can make this work, Harry. All I have to do—”
Harry interrupted him, gripping Draco's hand tighter as he wrote. No, we can't. The beast is too powerful and I can't depend on you to stop it. And I can't seem to stop myself.
“Fuck you,” Draco snapped. “Get some fucking self control, and stop making shit difficult.”
I'm trying but it's too hard. I need to stay away from you.
“What, and take away the one fucking amazing thing in my life right now? Fuck you, Harry—No! It's just fucking sex and there is no reason to go running for the hills every time you want me.”
It is not just sex, you gorgeous idiot. It is me making you mine. Stealing that stupid ring, fucking you, biting you, and keeping you. Harry stopped, glaring at Draco while the boy read. Fuck, and stop moaning like that. This is not going to work. I can't keep holding back.
Eyes hazy and lips parted to pant, Draco didn't answer right away. “But... but I miss you. All day today... Yesterday when you practically ignored me... And now, now you're not even in the same room, but hiding outside the door.”
Harry pressed his palm to the side of the glowing face, Draco leaning in and letting his eyes closed. Kissing him softly, Harry pulled back to write. It will only feel worse when I die.
Draco scowled, eyebrows furrowed in sorrow. “You fucking ass, you're not going to die. We're going to figure this out.”
It's getting worse... My heart stopped earlier. I can't have you just to leave you. I won't do that to you. The best I can do is avoid spending
“No!” Draco snapped, smacking his free hand over the quill, ink spraying everywhere. He pulled his hand from Harry's grasp, and with clear intent, pulled the silver dragon ring off his finger. “I don't fucking care if you've given up. I haven't. I fucking refuse. It has been months of you being lost, and suddenly you find me when you need the most help. I'm not fucking playing, Harry. I'm going to right you and get you back, no matter what.”
Harry licked his lips, Draco's eyes flashing in a familiar, enticing way. “You're being irrational, you stupid prat. Fucking crazy and throwing your life away for someone already dead.”
“I know how this works now, Harry,” Draco said softly, eyes downcast as he stared at the ring. “All I have to do is tell you what I want. Pull your hair or pinch your side—it just takes a little pain mixed with a command. And you won't be able to stop yourself.”
“You're fucking out of your mind,” Harry groaned, getting to his knees to get away from the crazy idiot. “I'm dying. You can't fucking compel me to live. All mating will do is fucking hurt you when I die.”
“Get over here, Potter.” Draco held his hand out. “It'll be quick. Fuck, it'll be good, too.”
Glowering at the perceived threat of doing something that would likely only hurt Draco in the long run, Harry's power rose up. “I won't do it, Malfoy. You can't make me—I'm not that weak yet.” His magical aura flooded the room, whipping papers around and Draco's hair into his face. Surging forward, Harry grabbed the magic imbued ring and placed it on Draco's finger. He kissed the boy once, staring into the sadness Draco did nothing to hide, and then used his power to open the door and leave.

Draco stared at the closed door, numbness settling over him without Harry's hot presence to keep him feeling alive. “Fuck...”
That had clearly been the wrong move given Potter was once again running. “Damn it.” Draco sighed heavily, burying his head into his hands. He just kept fucking it up.
Without the damn insufferable mating ache there had been something underneath, something empty and yawning inside of Draco beyond anything he had ever known. It was a hidden pain no longer hidden, now exposed and raw and fucking terrible as he bled inside.
Had it been hope? Was it what was left of those flashes of potential growing inside when he had heard Voldemort had died trying to kill Harry? Was it that fucking retarded, childish dream that when Draco came back to school, Harry would be there, and there would be nothing left to separate them, now torn to shreds after months of Harry being dead? God, he was such an idiot.
Groaning, Draco curled up on the floor, staring blindly at the pattern of stone blocks as he waited for the hour to tick by when it would be time to go to breakfast and class. He didn't want to be alone anymore. He didn't want to marry Serene, raise a family of monsters, and once again be surrounded by people and still be so fucking alone. He wanted Harry. He wanted to fight and kiss, and maybe one day fuck, as long as he felt so amazingly alive with the boy he missed.
This feeling now, without Harry, was certainly more dead then before Draco had woken that morning many months ago. Draco had been determined that day, full of anger and pride for a life that was still his. But Lucius had caught him, Draco nude, blade in hand, blood already flowing scarlet across his skin and to the floor.
There had been understanding in his father's eyes, and Draco wondered now if the man had known because he had a beast chained inside. Lucius had not tried to convince Draco to take the dark mark, but had offered a solution that would keep him alive. Draco still didn't fully know why he had taken it, except... except he had failed. So many months of planning, and he had failed in his one chance to own his life. And maybe being reborn as some family puppet wouldn't be so terrible, as long as he wasn't Voldemort's puppet.
“What can you do if you're dead?” Lucius had asked, twisting the blade out of Draco's hand, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to stand, bleeding out around the healing spells struggling to keep up with his spraying wounds.
In that moment, Draco had been certain the answer had been 'live,' and now... It was clear that was all he could have done once dead. Because Draco just wasn't alive anymore. It was backwards and crazy, but Draco knew being dead would be more alive than how he had spent the last of his life since that moment, slicing his arteries with determined precision.
Draco got up shakily, staring at the ring once again on his finger. If Harry was so afraid of Draco as a beast, than he would have to leave it on. The boy might never touch him again otherwise. He went to the bathroom, cleaning himself off, trying to not look like he hadn't slept because he had been so unbearably horny he had been certain he was going to die without relief. That had been feeling alive—worried to die for once. Draco got his school things together, cleaned up the mess of ink and threw out the parchment on the floor.
He stopped at the door, leaning his head against the wood and breathing deeply. Then he made a fist, stepped back and punched the door as hard as he could. He grimaced from the pain, knuckles bleeding and sore, and took another deep breath. He punched the door again, a laugh exploding out as he gasped in pain.
Better. It was better.
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