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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter eleven – Tip Toe
“Mum, we’re going to play Quidditch for a while,” Ginny said to her mother, who’d been enjoying a glass or two of red wine with her dinner and was now a little red in the face as she and Fleur shared a private joke at poor Bill’s expense. She did so love having her family around her, as incomplete as it was after the death of Fred.
She was far too busy enjoying having all those that she loved around her to notice that it was growing steadily darker and Quidditch would be near enough impossible at this point in the evening, instead waving off the younger generation. They headed off towards the Quidditch clearing, suspiciously without their brooms. All of them were wearing self-satisfied smirks, all apart from Draco who was just very confused.
“Come on,” Harry said to Draco, smiling with excitement as he pulled his boyfriend up from the table and taking him by the hand, dragging him along with enthusiasm.
“Where are we going?” Draco asked with suspicion as he allowed himself to be tugged away from the dining table and the gathering of adults, not that he wasn’t glad to get away from Charlie Weasley who was teasing him with saucy winks and laughing mirthlessly. Draco gripped tighter at their linked fingers as they followed the rest of the group towards the tree line.
“Quidditch,” Harry replied. His emerald eyes were glinting with mischief. Draco didn’t really feel up to playing Quidditch, his stomach full to bursting after all the wondrous food that had been prepared by Molly. It had been so much better than anything the house elves had ever cooked for him at home or at Hogwarts and he had gorged himself to bloating point. If this became a regular thing he could see himself gaining weight, which wouldn’t do. He would have to be very careful when it came to Molly Weasley’s cooking.
Harry and Draco were the last of the group to reach the sizeable Quidditch clearing. Seamus, Dean, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Ron and Hermione already there and getting things ready and to Draco it didn’t look much like they were preparing for a game of Quidditch. For one thing there was not a Quaffle or a snitch in sight and secondly none of them had brooms. Whatever they were going to be doing here it wasn’t likely to be playing Quidditch.
Hermione was erecting a rather large silencing bubble around them, Ginny was using her wand to start some music going while Seamus, Dean and Neville unloaded their pockets on to the grass, removing the shrinking charms to reveal that they had been carrying around numerous cans and bottles of beer, a couple bottles of vodka and one of fire whiskey. Ron had been in charge of grabbing the mead, which was why he had been designated to volunteer for kitchen duty, not that Molly had been wise to this plan.
Draco couldn’t help but be highly amused at how sneaky this group of Gryffindor’s and one slightly loopy Ravenclaw had been. Harry dragged him over to where his friends had started gathering and began to conjure armchairs for them all, the blonde even helped. He conjured a larger than usual comfy chair intended for him and Harry to share, making it big enough to seat them both comfortably. He accepted a single bottle of beer from Seamus who was handing them out before taking his seat, pulling his mate down to sit on his lap. A possessive arm going round Harry’s waist hand resting on the younger man’s hip while the other held his drink.
“You two are so cute!” Ginny exclaimed initiating a glare from Draco that made Harry chuckle. She took the fire whiskey bottle, ignoring Draco’s seething look, taking a sip from it before passing it long to Seamus who did the same, the single bottle making its way around the group.
“We are not cute,” Draco stated flatly, passing on his turn with the fire whiskey, having a strong dislike for the vile liquor but watching in disdain as Harry took a rather large gulp of the stuff, chasing it with a grimace and several mouthfuls of beer before passing the fire whiskey along. “Handsome, yes, fuckable, definitely, but not cute,” Draco finished pointedly.
“I’d agree with fuckable,” Seamus said as he opened one of the two vodka bottles too and started that going around the group too. “Room for a third?” He asked cheekily giving Harry and Draco a little wink.
“And a fourth,” Ginny chimed in as she got a second go on the fire whiskey. As magical liquor it always worked a lot faster than anything the muggles could come up with. The effects of it were already beginning to show on the group of teenagers.
Draco growled, his arms twisting around Harry possessively. “Mine,” he said, holding his mate close to him, unwilling to even entertain the idea of sharing him with anyone.
“Now that is adorable,” Hermione said as she settled herself on Ron’s lap. Harry was glad to see that the two of them were working things out, though judging by the look on Ron’s face at the level of intimacy they were displaying right now didn’t make him entirely comfortable.
“Can I see your ears Draco?” Luna asked in her usual dreamy voice. She had of course seen Harry’s but she was wondering about Draco’s too. The whole thing fascinated her, especially with the possibility that within a year she might come into her own inheritance. “I find Elven kind so very interesting, did you know my mother was one?” She told the group.
Everyone looked amazed; it wasn’t something they had known about the strange Ravenclaw girl. “Will you be like us when you turn eighteen then?” Harry asked her conversationally as Draco scooped back his long blonde hair so that the group could see his beautifully pointed Elven ears beneath. It was the first time that Harry had seen them too and as he studied them he had an overwhelming urge to run his tongue across the tips. He became so involved in his fantasy of doing just that that he almost missed Luna’s response.
“Fifty, fifty chance. My Dad is just a wizard so we have to wait and see. I’d like to be though, Elven kind are so ethereal. Have you two received your council letters yet?” She asked and Harry looked confused at the question, not knowing what she meant by council letters.
“What council letter?” Harry asked as Draco gave him a quick kiss to the temple, nuzzling his nose into the thick raven hair and inhaling the sweet scent, bracing himself for the explanation he would have to give.
“When new Elven come into their inheritance their parents or guardians must write to the council and inform them. They keep track of our numbers you see, who is bonded with who and such, the numbers of dominant and submissive Elven. They also keep an eye on the black market and the poachers who like to hunt us for our ears,” Draco explained. “No one would have known to write to them about you coming into your inheritance which is why you wouldn’t have received a letter; they wouldn’t have known to send you one.”
“Isn’t it Elven law that all new Elven be declared to the council though?” Luna asked as she admired the beautiful ears that Draco had kept on display for her. Once she was done he allowed his hair to fall back in place, covering them from view.
“It is but I have no desire to inform them yet. Harry is too precious to have the council involved right now. They would have all the dominants of our kind that are so far remaining un-bonded fawning over him and bidding for his attention.”
“Because of who he is?” Dean asked, not really understanding the full extent of things but pondering what he was hearing, taking it in as he took another sip of his beer. He referred of course to Harry’s status in the wizarding world, his defeat of the Dark Lord and his fame.
Draco however shook his head, “No, though that would be a small part of it. It adds to his appeal certainly but that wouldn’t be what they were primarily interested in,” Draco said, “He’s a male submissive.”
“Only thirty per cent of Elven kind are submissive,” Hermione informed them all knowledgably. She had been doing a lot of reading on the subject. “Only five per cent of them are male. A male submissive is extremely rare and highly coveted. While Harry remains un-bonded he will be inundated with offers to court and woo him; though that’s the nicer Elven that will do that, they won’t all be nice, not if they really want him.”
Draco’s grip had tightened as Hermione spoke. Harry had been listening to her intently along with everyone else and her words had had a profound effect on the group judging by their looks of horror and Neville who moved a little closer to Luna.
“Though even after you’re bonded the other Elven will still want you, I imagine that whoever you’re bonded with will get offered a lot of money to share you so that you could carry the children of dominants other than your bonded mate.” Hermione then added after a brief pause, “your magical ability is already legendary after all, any children that you might have would have that legacy too.”
“Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Malfoy,” Ron stated flatly, not liking the newest dangers that his best friend was facing.
“Hence why I don’t want the council knowing about him yet,” Draco said unhappily as he nuzzled into Harry’s neck, loving the response he was getting as Harry snuggled into him.
“But what about Blaise?” Harry asked uncertainly, knowing that the other Slytherin knew what he was and wouldn’t be so keen to protect his secret. At the mention of Zabini, Draco scowled, he hadn’t forgotten about him. Blaise and his threats were never far from his thoughts.
“Besides killing him, which I’m not averse to doing, we can do nothing about him. He might not go to the council if he thinks they already know about you,” Draco said as Harry manoeuvred his head so that he could place tender kisses upon the blonde’s neck, distracting him from his less than savoury thoughts as the pleasurable sensations began to take over. Harry relished how comforted and protected he felt being in Draco’s embrace, there was nowhere else he would have rather been.
“Let’s back track a second,” Seamus said, “If this bonding thing will at least help matters, why don’t you just do that then?”
Even though his head was buried in Draco’s neck the blonde felt the heat that radiated from Harry’s cheeks as he flushed at the suggestion of bonding on a pur of the moment decision. Draco just absent-mindedly began stroking the raven hair, loving how comfortable Harry was with him.
“Bonding is a very serious step to take Finnegan,” Draco said, still running his fingers through the silky black locks, “It usually happens after months of courtship and wooing.”
“Isn’t bonding essentially just sex though?” Hermione asked completely unabashed, she and Ron had been doing it since the night they got together.
“If all you have to do is fuck why not just get it over with?” Dean asked rather crudely. Draco glared at him as Harry buried his head deeper into the nape of the blonde’s neck in embarrassment that his friends were all rather calmly discussing when and why he should have sex with his boyfriend. Of course none of them knew for certain just how inexperienced he was.
“Elven are very traditional creatures, a bond is for a life time; it cannot be broken or undone like a marriage. It is literally until death parts a couple. Even though solidifying a bond is essentially just sex, as Granger so kindly put it, it is like a marriage to Elven kind. There is usually a ceremony beforehand, though there doesn’t have to be, it is much like a wedding for family, friends and council members to attend,” Draco informed the listening group who were completely enthralled but none more so than Hermione and Luna, both of whom lapped up this knowledge with apt enthusiasm, though both for entirely different reasons.
The bottle of fire whiskey had been continuously circling the group as they had been talking and now was almost empty, the only one in the group not drinking from it had been Draco. When it came to Harry again the raven haired teen drained the last of the dregs from the bottom of the bottle, seemingly to gain a little bit of courage for what he wanted to do next.
“Blaise was talking about it like he could just discard me afterwards,” Harry said sounding hurt, “If sex would have bonded us for life how could he have done that?”
Draco sighed, hating the fact that he was having this conversation at all, let alone in front of a group of Gryffindor’s plus one extra Ravenclaw thrown in for good measure. However he knew that he couldn’t tip toe around the issue. Harry needed to know these things so that he could understand Draco’s fierce protectiveness and come to tolerate it more readily and didn’t become so exasperated by it.
“Because a submissive of our kind is so rare that one dominant would claim the submissive and then have other dominants pay to have the submissive bare their children. There are no laws against such practises since our numbers are so few. More family lines are continued in this manor so it isn’t exactly discouraged. No dominant is ever punished for treating his submissive in this way. Though I do hasten to add that not every dominant Elven would act in this way towards their bonded mate. Others that would pay the money are just so desperate to produce an Elven child with the active gene that they would do anything, including forking out extortionate amounts of money for the privilege. The submissive would have to carry the child, give birth and all to give up their baby at the end of it.”
“That’s awful,” Neville said in disgust, he was starting to feel a little ill, though he wasn’t sure if that was from what he had just been told or due to the amount of fire whiskey he had just drunk. That stuff just didn’t sit right with him. Either way he clutched Luna closely to him. If she came into her Elven inheritance next year then he swore that he would protect her at all costs.
“I always thought that Elven kind were so respectable and civilized. I had no idea it was acceptable to be that barbaric,” Ginny said in shock.
“A lot of information in books is generalized by wizards who have no idea what they’re talking about. Some is accurate but very outdated. The best source of information outside of the council is the book I gave to Harry. Everything else is kept a closely guarded secret, something else the council members are in charge of. They don’t like wizarding folk getting involved in Elven business,” Draco said sourly.
“You won’t let that happen to me, will you, Dray?” Harry asked, his fingers running through soft blonde hair, careful not to brush against the sensitive ears, despite his urges to touch them. Draco found that he actually rather liked the shortening of his name. At school he had forbidden anyone from butchering his name in such a manor but it sounded nice coming from Harry, though if any of the others present attempted to call him that he was liable to ensure they never spoke again.
“They’d have to kill me first,” Draco said with a snarl. He found that he really didn’t mind being in the company of so many Gryffindor’s, it was nicer, more relaxed than socialising with any of the Slytherin’s. Draco was beginning to realise that his fellow snakes had not truly been his friends at all. They were simply people he had been forced to socialise with in his free time. He had never known it to be any different until tonight.
The nine of them sat completely at ease with one another, talking and sharing things that Draco would never dream of discussing with Pansy, Blaise or Daphne. The three Slytherin’s were more concerned with status, wealth and power than anything else and Draco knew that he offered a healthy combination of all three. None of that mattered to the group around him; their loyalty to one another ran deep. Draco could see very clearly that now they were all aware of the danger that Harry faced this year that none of them would let anything happen to him. He would not be alone in protecting his mate this year and that fact made his heart swell.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked quietly as other, happier topics began to be discussed. Hermione and Luna talking eagerly about their imminent return to school, Ginny and Neville talking about something related to Herbology and the others once again were talking about Quidditch, as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“Your friends,” Draco told him honestly, he would never lie to Harry if he could help it. He would always strive to be as honest as he could be. He had no desire to wound him with false words.
“What about them?” Harry asked, looking around them fondly, a smile gracing his lips. He loved them all so much and they accepted him no matter what, as the freak that he was, regardless of how different he was to all of them.
“I’ve never known friends like them. You all sought each other out through your free will and mutual likes and dislikes. They are loyal to you just as you are to them. They followed you into battle willingly and by the looks of it they’d do it all over again without question and would still protect you with their lives. I have never known friends to be like that. Blaise, Pansy and Daphne were selected as my play mates when we were first born and we were all each other knew until Hogwarts.”
“That’s horrible,” Harry said with a frown, “I can’t believe you’ve never had real friends!”
“It’s the pureblood way, my parents only wanted to ensure that I wasn’t exposed to any bad influences. They did what they thought was best for me.” As the blonde spoke he ran his hands up and down every inch of Harry’s body that he could reach, fingertips ghosting against tanned skin which sent shivers of delight through the Gryffindor’s body.
“Still, it isn’t right. You have all of us now to make up for it though Dray, you’re one of us, an honorary Gryffindor,” Harry said, “Though until you’ve had a lecture from Molly or done something she’s disapproved of you aren’t really part of the family but that will come in time.” Harry added with a smirk. Draco simply rolled his eyes, placing a soft kiss to his mate’s lips. “Dray, can you promise me something?” Harry asked.
“I’m listening,” Draco said in a non-committed way, just in case it was something that he couldn’t give to his mate. He wouldn’t make promises that he couldn’t keep, especially not to Harry.
“I just want you to promise that when we have a baby we won’t pre-select its friends or force it into pureblood ways. I don’t think I’d be happy if we did that.”
Draco smiled; he’d noted that Harry had said when and not if they had a baby, which meant it had been on his mind. Cuddling him closer Draco nodded his head, “I promise mon amour,” he said softly.
“Hey Harry, will you still be seeker if they allow you to play on the house team?” Seamus asked; which broke up the intimate couple so Harry could turn to the Irish wizard and reply to his question.
Harry just shrugged, “I hadn’t thought about it, I suppose so,” he replied. Draco just groaned and the Quidditch obsessed teenagers looked to the blond questioningly.
“Baring a dementor attack, Harry’s never lost a match. Slytherin have no chance for the house cup with you as the Gryffindor seeker,” Draco explained and they all laughed but it was a good natured chuckle as they agreed with him. The Slytherin was being accepted by them all and as Draco acknowledged this fact he felt himself visibly relax. They were friends.
“Are you planning on still playing seeker then?” Dean asked Draco curiously, the blonde simply shook his head.
“Not with all the N.E.W.T courses I’m taking. I won’t have time to practice for the matches and fit in my studying;” Draco told them, Hermione was looking at him, nodding approvingly. “Mother expects all my subjects to be outstanding at the end of the year.”
“Geez, that’s a bit harsh,” Ginny said with a frown, “I’m guessing failure isn’t an option in your family.”
Draco shook his head, “Most of the subjects I’m taking I have no interest in but I’ll take them anyway, it can’t hurt. I don’t mind dropping Quidditch because unlike some,” and here he gave Harry a pointed stare, “I couldn’t play professionally.”
“Have you received offers yet?” Seamus asked excitedly, Harry shook his head though. “Imagine if you got signed by the Falcons, I could put your poster up next to the picture from Which Wizard,” Seamus said with even more jubilation.
Draco growled at him, narrowing his eyes at the Irish wizard, “You had better not have that picture up anywhere near where I can see it!” He threatened venomously, he really didn’t like the idea that a picture of his mate in a state of undress had been so widely distributed.
“I doubt you’ll see it Draco,” Dean said with amusement. “It’s in his bedroom, in a draw labelled wanking material.”
“It had better not be,” Draco snarled, glaring at Seamus.
“Of course it’s not,” Ginny said grinning, “Seamus doesn’t label anything.” And with that everyone but Draco burst into side splitting laughter, even Harry and Seamus could see the funny side.
“Oh let them have their fun,” Harry said, still smiling but rolling his eyes at the antics of his friends. They were all a little tipsy, apart from Draco, who had only had about half of his beer. The others were all well on their way to being drunk.
“I told you, mon amour, I don’t like to share,” Draco murmured to Harry as they nuzzled close to one another.
“And you don’t have to,” Harry returned as he bumped his nose against Draco’s gently, “I’m all yours.” Their lips met and suddenly they were all that mattered. It was only to good natured jeers of, ‘get a room’ and ‘that is seriously hot’ that they finally broke apart, Harry blushing furiously, biting his lip nervously. Draco however remained completely un-phased, refusing to feel embarrassment for kissing his mate.
Taking their bottles of beer and placing them on the ground, Harry stood up before holding out a hand to Draco to pull him to his feet as well. “Come with me,” Harry said with a nervous smile.
Curious, Draco accepted the hand that was offered and allowed himself to be led away from the group who didn’t bat an eyelash as the two of them disappeared towards the tree-line where the undergrowth stood thick and dense. The Slytherin had no idea where he was being taken or why but he trusted Harry; though he was also glad that he’d only drunk half his beer and avoided the fire whiskey completely now that he was heading into a dark bit of woodland. It was probably the middle of the night already and this was completely uncharted territory which all combined made him a little nervous about what Harry had planned.
The Gryffindor stopped suddenly, turning towards Draco, a sloppy grin on his face. Fuelled with drunken bravado Harry pressed his body against Draco’s, wrapping his arms around the Slytherin’s neck and placing soft kisses upon his lips.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked as he placed steadying hands on each of Harry’s hips, fearful that the slightly drunk younger teen would fall over and hurt himself if he didn’t have hold of him.
“I want you to make love to me,” Harry said shyly as he tried to claim another kiss but the blond took a step back, resisting his mate and looking extremely confused. Harry’s arms fell from round his boyfriend’s neck, though Draco ensured that he kept a hold of his submissive as Harry was swaying on the spot, the fire whiskey clearly having gone straight to his head.
“Harry … mon amour … we can’t,” Draco replied softly, he didn’t want to hurt Harry or his already fragile confidence but he had to, he knew the rejection would hurt him regardless of how tactfully it was handled but it still had to be done. Still, he would have to choose his words with care.
“But why … I’ll be yours, all yours, no one will be able to take me away from you. It’ll solve our problems,” Harry said in a confused and upset drunken babble, Draco could hear the pain in his soft tone and it almost broke his heart to hear his mate like that. “Don’t you want me?” Harry asked softly, close to tears.
“Oh, mon amour,” Draco said as he wrapped Harry up in his arms, “Of course I want you, more than anything else.”
“Then why?” Harry asked, fighting back his tears but failing miserably.
“Because it is too soon, you are not ready and something like this shouldn’t be done to solve a problem. Your first time won’t be a drunken romp up against a tree or on a filthy forest floor. I won’t give you a quick fumble that is both forgettable and full of regret. We will do it properly, with the ceremony and our friends and family, then I will take you to our bed and it will last for hours. I will stay with you afterwards and hold you in my arms so that we can wake up together the next morning. I won’t treat you like a dirty little secret or something to be ashamed of. I am proud to be with you Harry.”
Silently crying Harry nodded his head in understanding, holding Draco close. He never would have believed it to be possible but Harry felt himself start to fall in love in that moment. He couldn’t believe it, of course he loved his rather odd adoptive family but this kind of love was different, powerful and he had thought that his heart had been too broken to feel anything of the sort.
Harry had to stop. He just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t allow himself to fall in love because the people that he loved always seemed to end up dead or leaving him. He couldn’t fall in love, he wouldn’t let himself. He had to protect Draco, if Harry fell in love with him then he would forever be a target and Harry didn’t want that. There were still people out there that wanted to hurt him, the kind of people who would use his loved ones as leverage to hurt him. He couldn’t let that be Draco’s fate, he wouldn’t fall in love and that was his final decision. Though he had the strange notion that it might not be that easy.
HPDM
Molly had been thrilled at the success of the dinner, though less than happy at the fact that once again the younger generation were seemingly half drunk, though this evening she wasn’t one to talk. She had had a few too many glasses of wine but a good time had been had by all. She sent off all those that weren’t staying the night through the floo and found beds for the rest.
Ginny had been glad to see the back of Dean. The thought of their argument had been plaguing her mind all evening and it had been difficult to ignore the violent feelings towards him and pretend that there was nothing wrong. He had been persistent, letting his intentions be known since the final battle was over and it was clear that she wasn’t going to get back together with Harry.
She just didn’t feel that way about him, not anymore. All she remembered of their relationship was a lot of snogging and even more arguing. She had cried so many tears over that boy and she didn’t intend on crying anymore. Dean however just wasn’t getting the hint and today had been a step too far. She worried that he would take it too far one day and that scared her.
“Hey, you okay?” Hermione asked as the two of them got into their beds, ready to go to sleep. Ginny loved Hermione dearly but she would have loved to have her room back if for no other reason than the privacy and space to think without interruption. Ginny had appreciated it when Hermione had been sneaking off to Ron’s room for the night but the two of them were still at odds with one another so she knew that wouldn’t be happening tonight.
“Yeah,” Ginny responded with a false smile, “You?” She asked in return as the girls clambered into their respective beds.
“Yeah,” Hermione said with the same false bravado. Neither of them were in their right minds but for entirely different reasons, however neither girl was ready to go into it with the other just yet. They both needed to take time and think about things logically.
“Nox,” Ginny said with a wave of her wand, extinguishing the bedroom lights and cloaking them in darkness. Silence descended between them until Ginny got up the courage to ask, “Is everything okay between you and Ron?” She asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” Hermione returned vaguely, “He’s a little jealous of the attention I’ve been giving Harry. We’ll be okay.”
“I’m glad. He really loves you.”
“I love him too,” Hermione said as she rubbed her chest where the longing ache still resided telling her that there was something missing. Of course she had done her reading and couldn’t find anything that resembled this feeling in any of her books but then again she didn’t know what she was looking for or where to start. She did love Ron and nothing was going to change that, he was her man. Whatever this meant she would be with Ron regardless.
Ginny rolled away from the other girl so that she was facing the wall. She was satisfied that Hermione loved her brother. Ginny didn’t want Ron to get hurt but she could see that things had been strained between the young couple. After everything that had happened she couldn’t exactly say she was surprised.
In the darkness of the room, knowing that no one would be able to see her, Ginny allowed herself to cry. Silent tears streaming down her cheeks. The shock of what Dean had done finally sinking in. He had been too forceful and she had had to hit him. The whole incident kept running through her mind and what would have happened if Dean hadn’t slipped up and given her the chance to escape. The grip Dean had had on her hips left purpling bruises upon her pale skin, bruises that she wouldn’t be able to treat without raising suspicion.
With all of her emotions stacking up she was feeling entirely overwhelmed and more vulnerable than she was used to. Ginny had always prided herself on being a strong woman, she’d restarted Dumbledore’s Army in Harry’s absence and continued to fight, there was no one who could call her weak. Dean however made her feel like a small, defenceless child who had no power at all. She didn’t like that, not in the least.
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