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Of Dragons and Jewels	By : CaptainParisStarr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Make love to me.” Draco whispered the words as Harry pulled back from the kiss. “I need to know that you're mine. That this is real. Even if it doesn't last, I need to know that it's real.”
Harry nodded, and pulled away from Draco. Then he surprised the blond by lifting him into his arms. However, he soon found that Draco was heavier than he'd expected; and at five foot nine it was awkward to hold him in his arms like a bride, so he set the blond down again. Since he was only five foot five he realized belatedly that it would make more sense for Draco to carry him instead of the other way around.
“You're heavy!” He complained, laughing to cover up his embarrassment.
“No I'm not. You're just too short!” But Draco smiled and took it as a compliment since he had only just gotten his weight back up to a healthy level.
“I guess this means... Hey, what are you doing?” He laughed as Draco proved his earlier thought right by scooping him up in turn.
“So where to? Your room?” He began walking without waiting for an answer.
“Yeah. Unless you want to give Jewel and Hermione a show by having sex in the hall?” He meant it as a joke, but he knew he said the wrong thing when Draco's grip tightened painfully.
“Don't mention his name while we're in bed or talking about going to bed. I... you're mine, exclusively. And I'm yours, exclusively. You'd better remember that.” Draco's possessiveness scared and excited Harry at the same time, and he laughed again, nervously.
“You're jealous.”
“Yes, I am. That a problem?”
“No. I just hope this doesn't mess up your chances of being friends with your sister.”
“Oh... I hadn't thought about that.” Draco frowned, then shook his head. “I don't want to think about that right now- I don't want to think about her at all. I only want to think about you.” They kissed again, in the doorway to Harry's bedroom. Then they were inside, and the door was closed firmly behind them.
Laying Harry down on the bed, Draco climbed on top of him, and pinned him down with a kiss. Without thought, Harry's arms wrapped around Draco's shoulders to pull him closer. There was no space between their bodies, yet they were not close enough.
“You're wearing too many clothes.” Draco growled in frustration at not being able to feel Harry's skin against his own.
“So are you!” Harry shot back. Yet neither one moved, reluctant to lose the contact they did have. “You'll have to move if you want me to undress.” Harry whispered against Draco's lips after five more minutes of kissing.
Growling in frustration, Draco moved and shed his own clothing as fast as he could, tossing each item helter skelter around room as it was torn from his body.
Copying Draco, Harry also shed his clothes with reckless abandon, then pounced on his lover the moment they were both naked.
“Don't ever run away like that again. Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought I might never see you again.” The words burst forth from Harry before he could stop them.
“I'm sorry for... I'm done with running away. I've run too many times already; from now on I'll face things head on instead of hiding from them.” Kissing Harry tenderly, he lay down on his back and pulled the willing brunet on top of him.
“I heard you calling my name, even as I fled. I heard you call for me, and... I think that's why I came back. Because I knew that you wanted to explain yourself, wanted me to give you a second chance. I could hear the fear in your voice, and I'm sorry that I doubted you. It's just... It's hard for me to trust anyone. I've never trusted anyone completely, I've always had to rely on only myself to do anything; why do you think I got so stressed during our sixth year while trying to fix that cabinet?”
At the mention of the cabinet, Harry's eyes went automatically to Draco's forearm, even though nothing was there.
“No, I was never a Death Eater. In training to become one, yes. But you must be seventeen and a legal adult to be Marked as a full Death Eater, so I was never one officially. By the time I'd turned seventeen, Voldemort no longer trusted me or my fathers loyalty, since I'd failed to... well you know. I know you were there, hiding under your invisibility cloak. I don't know how I know, but I do. I could... Sense you. It makes no sense, but...” He broke off, biting his lip.
“I was there.” Those three simple words held more meaning and understanding than a thousand would have, and Draco instantly relaxed.
“Then you saw my worst moment, and... I'm glad of it. I'm glad that you saw me fail to kill someone, that I'm not a murderer.”
“No, your not. And you're not alone. You can trust me, lean on me, whenever you need to. I'll be there, wherever, whenever, however, why-ever you need me, I'll be there. No matter what, you're not alone.”
“Harry... I... Thank you.” He hugged his lover tight, crying without shedding any tears for almost a minute before pulling away again.
No more words were spoken as they moved together to initiate another slow, tender kiss. Breaking apart, Draco rolled over onto his stomach the moment Harry moved off of him, just knowing what he needed to do for Harry to prep him.
Any fear he had felt that anal sex would hurt evaporated in the face of his new found trust, and he was as relaxed as he could possibly be as a lubed finger was pushed inside him. There was no pain, and the second and third fingers only produced increasing discomfort; not until a fourth digit was added did he feel any pain.
“Are you okay?” Draco started, convinced that he had hidden the fact that he'd felt any pain, then realized that Harry had felt his muscles spasm.
“Yeah. That last finger hurt for a few seconds, but I'm fine.” The fingers were removed, and Draco was about to protest when a mouth was pressed against his ear.
“Roll over, I want to see your face as we make love.” Shivering as Harry's lips brushed over the sensitive lobe with each word, Draco complied.
Legs were draped over shoulders, and Harry shifted until he was perfectly lined up with Draco's virgin opening. Moving together, Harry slid inside Draco like they were always meant to become one. Draco felt no pain at the entry, only pleasure at finally becoming one with the boy he longed to be with.
Harry's thrusts were slow and sure, slowly kindling a fire within them both. Though they both knew that a faster pace was required for mind-blowing pleasure, neither made any attempt to speed up the pace. Tonight was for proving that they cared about and desired one another; passion and pleasure could wait for another day.
Time seemed to stop for them, as though the universe had shrunk to just the two of them. Nothing else mattered but them, the cock in Draco's ass, and the ass wrapped around Harry's cock.
Then Harry found Draco's prostate, quite by accident, causing the blond to scream in pure pleasure. Clawing Harry's back, he silently begged for a repeat, and Harry's angle changed until he could hit that spot over and over again without increasing his pace.
Heat spread through Draco, radiating outward from that spot deep within him, until he felt filled with a pleasure he had never known could exist.
When his orgasm hit, he welcomed it. Screaming wordlessly, he painted Harry's skin with the evidence of his pleasure, and felt a reciprocating warmth fill him as Harry's hit half a second later.
Neither spoke as they lay on the bed after. Only moving enough to clean themselves up, they then lay entwined in the others arms, perfectly at peace with the world, as sleep claimed them, freeing them from the exhaustion of their day. If either dreamed, they did not remember it as they woke the next morning at the same time to the sight of the others face.
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