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Bonded Consort	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 33015 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Ten--On the Edge of Change
Harry stood there with his lips frozen like a stone statue's, as Draco told him afterwards, and Harry had no better retort than asking if Draco went around kissing a lot of stone statues.
But it was so sudden, so unexpected, so strange a blossoming of warmth and yanking his attention away from the magic he'd been thinking about. Harry raised his hands, doubled them into fists, and rested them on the back of Draco's neck. He'd meant to hold him, but...
His mouth was occupying a lot of his attention.
Draco kissed him soft and then hard, his hands rising so one was on Harry's chin and one was on Harry's neck and he could basically turn him any way he wanted to position him. He was almost biting, leaning over as if he thought Harry would slither on the ground like M.H. to escape him. His voice was there only in soft, writhing groans and whimpers.
He sounds miserable, even though he's kissing me.
Harry didn’t want Draco to sound miserable. He pressed closer, and lifted one leg before he thought about it, hooking it around Draco’s waist. That at least changed Draco’s sounds to ones of astonishment, and he tipped forwards and nearly landed them on the street.
Harry flicked his wand, not knowing what he was doing, only wanting to use his magic and hold them up. A second later, Draco’s hold on his mouth slackened and he looked down, laughing softly.
Harry did, too. A huge cloud of soft mist was holding them off the street, so brilliant a pink that it looked as though a new sunset was taking place somewhere beneath the stones. Harry sighed and let his head rest against Draco’s collarbone.
“I only wanted to not crash and hurt either of us,” Harry muttered.
“And you did better at that than I could have imagined,” Draco said, which sounded honest. His hand slid slowly up and down Harry’s back. He was watching the cloud with what looked like amusement, which made Harry relax. “However, I think you can put us down before we attract any more attention. Can’t you?”
Harry snorted and gave his wand another meaningless flick, meaning they ended up on their feet with the cloud melting away from beneath them. “I can hope not to hurt us. However, I still don’t know very much wanded magic.”
Draco caught his hand and kissed the inside of Harry’s wrist over the vein, his eyes warm. “Then let’s go somewhere else and make sure you get the chance, hmmm? And that means we can try our kiss again, too.”
Harry caught his breath. He could feel some of the passerby who had walked down the street staring at them in amusement, and Calliope’s door was still open a small bit, meaning she was probably smirking at them from behind it. But Draco’s gaze managed to remain private, just for the two of them.
“Yes, let’s,” Harry said, and let Draco take and hold him to Apparate. It was more comfortable than what he would have done if he’d tried to Apparate them, anyway.
And thanks to Draco, he was learning to rate comfort higher than he’d done yet.
*
Draco waited until Harry had put his wand aside and talked to M.H., who sounded even more haughty and demanding than before. Probably about what this strange magical object was and why he had to share space with it, Draco thought.
His amusement was only a faint shadow before his buzzing need, though. When Harry rolled his eyes and turned away from the bushmaster, Draco stepped forwards and laid his hand on Harry’s shoulder, a heavy, warm pressure. Harry swallowed and glanced up at him.
“You can tell me to stop any time you want,” Draco whispered, which was still true. He wasn’t interested in hurting Harry. “But I need…please, Harry.”
Harry was the one who reached for him with lips and hands. Draco staggered backwards a step, gasping, and Harry’s tongue dipped into his mouth, suddenly bolder than Draco had thought it would be. He tasted flickering sweetness all along his teeth, and they ended up against the wall near the kitchen door, holding each other and kissing until Draco thought he could feel Harry’s magic swirling around them again.
His senses burned as if he was standing outside near fireworks on a summer evening. Draco managed to move one of his hands so that he was cupping Harry’s head, and the other his back. It didn’t matter where he touched him. That same heat still burst out of Harry, his skin and his face and his hair.
It was magic, the untapped potential Draco had known was there, finally reaching out.
Draco gasped as Harry reached down and got hold of his cock. Other untapped potential coming out, too, he thought, and blinked dazedly, staring at Harry.
“I was going to ask you to take me to bed,” Harry murmured, pulling back with his lips and pupils both swollen, “but I think it’s the other way around.” He closed his eyes and acted as if he was concentrating for a second.
A powerful wind swept them away from the wall and spun them around. Draco flailed for a second, memories and images of the layout of the flat twisting through his head. He thought they would crash into the side of the kitchen doorway, or the door, or some wall somewhere—
Then he didn’t have to worry about it, because the wind lifted them straight off the floor and into the bedroom, and then dropped them on the bed. Draco sprawled there, only one hand still resting on Harry’s shoulder, blinking. Harry’s laughter swirled around him after a second like the heat and the magic had.
“I didn’t know I could do that! But now I can.”
That simple statement made Draco spin around on his knees, his body shaking with hunger as if he’d gone without a week’s worth of meals. Harry stopped laughing and gasped at him.
“I didn’t want to ask,” Draco said, between lips that felt numb. “Although I suppose I already asked, really. Out there. But now…” He held out a hand that shook so hard he was ashamed of himself, but then he thought about how he would feel if Harry didn’t take his request seriously, and his hand firmed.
“Ask…what?” Harry’s eyes were slow, blinking, as though he could understand what Draco was doing if he only blinked long enough.
Draco found he still couldn’t put it into words. Everything he knew seemed too bold or too crude. “Please,” was the only word that fit, and he said it a few times while Harry lay there and watched him.
Harry paused in a way that seemed to carry him into another dimension. Draco held tensely still, his hunger still eating at him, his need and his heat not diminished. He would understand if Harry refused, of course he would, but then he would have to go into another room and help himself.
Then Harry said, “Yes,” in a wondering tone, as if his answer had surprised him as much as Draco.
Draco didn’t bother pretending to hold back. He lunged at Harry, and knocked him flat, his legs rising up on either side of Draco, his bubbling laughter cutting off under Draco’s lips.
*
Harry had imagined, so many times, what it would be like to walk down the street hand-in-hand with someone, and sleep beside them, and wake up knowing that you were married for the rest of your life and they weren’t going anywhere. He’d never visualized a clear face. Hell, most of them hadn’t even been men or women. Just an impossible dream anyway, so why bother imagining a specific person?
But he had never imagined someone this desperate for him. And now that it was happening, he knew he’d never be able to imagine anyone but Draco in this role again.
Draco was kissing him with such intensity that Harry felt a sharp burn under his closed eyelids. He didn’t let the tears go, instead focusing on running his fingers up Draco’s shoulders. They were so hard, he thought in a dazed dream. The kind of shoulders he could hold onto when he felt as if something was going to blow him away.
Draco pulled back at last, but only when Harry’s lips had gone numb and he’d started to burn for air more than touch. For a few seconds, they stared at each other. Then Draco reached out and yanked pointedly on the pair of new robes Harry was wearing.
Harry stood up and removed it slowly, looking back over his shoulder at Draco. He hadn’t planned to tease him, but that was mostly because he’d never had an audience before.
Draco licked his lips and lay on his side, one hand tracing idly over his clothed cock. Harry nodded, unable to look away until he remembered he had buttons to undo and they were preventing him from getting to Draco.
When he finally shed the robes, Draco grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed again. They were squirming side-by-side now, Draco trying to sling his leg over Harry’s hip, Harry trying to get Draco’s cock on his.
Finally, they compromised when their groins touched and Draco’s entire body sighed, his eyes rolling back in his head. Harry tugged him flat with a grunt of victory and climbed on top of him.
From there, he realized that he had no idea how to start moving with Draco’s eyes fixed on him that intensely. Draco gave him an exquisite smile and began rolling his hips slowly, rutting up against Harry.
It was as though someone had pressed him into the mattress and held him there. Harry whimpered and threaded his fingers through Draco’s, holding him hand-to-hand, trying to understand the pleasure pouring through him.
It wasn’t going to be long until he came. But Harry wanted to enjoy this while he could.
The way Draco’s eyes shone, fixed on him. The faint blush of pink around his lips and up his cheekbones. The way he spread his legs wider suddenly and let out a long, rattling hiss that bounced around in his lungs and made him slam his cock into Harry’s.
Harry came. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop it. It was the most glorious moment of his life, those shudders that wracked him, the way that someone else had made him feel like this.
Even then, he couldn’t help thinking that looking into Draco’s eyes was better.
He lost the battle to hold himself up, and Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and rolled on his side. Without pausing longer than it took him to do that, he began rolling his hips again, his breathing labored now, as if he was striving so hard for completion that it hurt.
Harry reached a hand down, his fingers trembling. He knew what he would touch, of course he did, he was reaching deliberately for it, and yet.
But then he’d made contact with Draco’s cock, just a brush with his fingers, and Draco sucked in his breath and didn’t release it. Harry felt the soft cloth against his fingers suddenly turning slick and heavy, and he blinked and took a firmer hold.
“A little sensitive there, right now.”
Harry laughed breathlessly and let go with a final thumb-stroke. “That was so good, Draco,” he said, not able to resent the way his voice trembled, although at one point he would have despised himself for ever reacting like that. “I didn’t believe it. I didn’t know what I was missing. It was easy to say that I would live the rest of my life like that when I had no experience with it. But it was wonderful.”
“Of course it was.” Draco, who still had himself propped up instead of losing his balance right away like Harry had, stroked his first two fingers through Harry’s mop of sweaty hair. “Because it was us.”
Harry blinked and stared at him. He had thought Draco would say “Because it was me,” and then Harry could laugh with him and make fun of his arrogance in a way that he knew would make Draco smile. But this was different.
“Do you think it’s always going to be the same?” he had to ask, his uncertainty closing like a band around his throat again. “The intensity? I mean, I’ve read enough novels that talk about it dimming after a while, over the weeks and months that people are together.”
Draco raised his eyebrows slowly, but high enough that Harry flushed. “You think I would have taken a consort the intensity would fade with? No better, in the end, than what I would have condemned myself to if I’d tried to love Dahlia.”
“But you can’t know that!”
“Of course I can know that. Do you think I would have come after you, pursued you, wooed you, if there was the least doubt in my mind that we could be great together?”
Harry blinked. Then he said, “That seems so strange to me.”
“That’s because you never expected to have someone with you. You told me about that before. You’ll get used to it, and then you’ll see why I pretty much decided to court you the minute I heard your story from your parents.”
“No, not that part. I mean, how can you be so bloody certain all the time? You’re never upset, or you don’t doubt your decisions, and all I can think of is that I would. And that would be the same even if I’d had magic from birth and my parents had decided to raise me.”
“You did, and they should have.”
Harry waved his hand. Irritation was starting to prickle along his skin more than the aftermath of pleasure, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “Just answer the question, Draco. Please.”
*
Draco rubbed his thumb along Harry’s hip, and frowned a little. He didn’t know how to put it into words that were different than the ones he’d already used. Harry was talking like there was some great secret, but Draco would never have kept it from his intended if there was. He wanted to be honest with Harry at all times.
Harry snapped his fingers in front of his nose. Draco jumped and glared. Unfortunately, it seemed that his glare was losing its power to affect Harry. Harry kept staring, and a second longer, said softly, “Draco.”
Draco sighed. “There’s nothing more than what I already said. The minute I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted. But even before that, I’d decided to court you. You could say that you were my only option, because you were still a Potter and you would fulfill the contract. But right now, if your parents went through some formal disownment process and your last name changed and you didn’t fulfill the contract anymore, I would still court you.”
“Why?”
“Because you should have had magic, and you’re beautiful, and you only get more beautiful when you discover magic, and I get to go back and laugh at your parents and mine, and it’s exhilarating teaching you these things and showing you the shops and the wand that should have been your birthright, and even when months go past and you’re not so new anymore, I can’t imagine that I’ll ever stop finding things to show you.”
Harry’s face melted into one of those sunrise smiles. He trailed his fingers down Draco’s shoulder and said in a patronizing manner, “There, was that so hard?”
“You’ve already felt my hardness.”
Harry flushed, but he was still smiling. “About ready to let me feel it again?”
“Yes,” Draco growled, and pinned him to the bed.
*
Deal with the wrongness.
Harry opened his eyes groggily. He and Draco were curled so tightly around each other in the bed that Harry was more than slightly surprised M.H. had managed to figure out where his head was and speak in his ear. “What wrongness?” he asked with a yawn, trying to avoid waking Draco. “What do you mean?”
Get rid of the wrongness in the kitchen.
Harry grimaced. He wondered if they’d left food out to spoil, or the refrigerator had stopped working, or something equally ridiculous. He couldn’t actually remember eating dinner. Had he and Draco got food out at all? Maybe not.
“Or maybe we did and you knocked it to the floor,” he muttered to M.H., and set about the long process of disentangling himself from Draco.
The wrongness.
M.H. slid in front of him. Harry followed, stepping carefully, and not only because it was dim. If there had been food spilled on the floor, or maybe a mouse M.H. had killed and was tired of playing with, he didn’t want to step on it.
He flinched backwards when a light sprang into being in front of him, and more when he saw that it was on the point of a wand.
“Ah, Harry,” said a voice he barely remembered. “I wondered when you might give in to the temptation to use your magic. Or should I say Voldemort’s?” His voice was heavy. “I suppose I should have known better than to assume it would stay hidden forever.”
The lighted wand moved up, and Harry jerked again when he saw the face. Unlike the voice, that was familiar.
“Hello,” he said. “Mr. Dumbledore.”
*
Guess who: You'll get to see Harry interacting with his parents, although there are reasons Harry has trouble acting only out of bitterness.
Hestia: Draco might think the time to let Harry know about his Parseltongue kink is...soon.
Harry has been getting some help from wizards in exchange for treating their reptiles.
And the Potters had various excuses, boiling down to not wanting their other children to not have money, mainly.
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