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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: Warning: Mature! Draco and Harry reconnect physically.
Dancing on New Year’s Eve
Draco felt like he was waking from a deep coma. His whole body felt heavy; his mind felt slow. For a long minute, he didn’t recognize where he was, but when Liam stepped into view from the tiny kitchen, memory hit him like a train.
Draco unfurled from his curled position on the couch and sat up, rubbing a hand through his hair and stretching. The weak sunlight filtering in from the window gave him no clue how late it was beyond the fact that it was the next day. “What time’s it?” he asked, voice raspy from sleep.
“Almost ten. Slept nearly twelve hours,” Liam answered. He leaned his hip against the half-wall, arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes were bright and happy, mouth quirked up in a smile. He looked comfortable, barefoot and wearing jeans and a black sweater. “Made some breakfast. Go wash up. We’ll finish our talk.”
Draco grunted acknowledgment and did as was suggested. He came out less than ten minutes later. Liam had put two plates of steaming food on the small table pushed into the corner of the living room. As Draco chose the chair that had a good view of the door, he sent a thought to Harry. * Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I’ll be home soon. Love you. *
- love excited determination -
Draco shook his head, bemused. He’d been feeling Harry’s hyper emotions since he woke up. He had no idea what was causing them, but Harry wasn’t upset so Draco didn’t feel like he had to rush back. He had time.
Liam was watching him thoughtfully from the other side of the table. His eyebrow arched when he saw that he finally had Draco’s attention. “You okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned. “I know it’s a lot. Me being back.” He couldn’t get over how much older Draco was. On the cusp of being a teenager even! Draco and Harry had been eerily mature for six-year-olds, but to see Draco so much physically older, it was both rewarding and hard to comprehend. In his mind, they had remained the little kids he'd grown to love so deeply.
Draco nodded and took a bite of scrambled egg. “It is, but it’s not just you.”
Tapping his fork against his plate, making it click, Liam said seriously. “Yeah. Well. You always got a safe place with me and the girls.”
Draco said nothing at first. He took a few more bites of the eggs and then picked up a piece of bacon. “I know what you’re hoping, but…”
“But there’s a magical world out there and I got shit for protection against that,” Liam filled in, acknowledging Draco’s fears. “I know.” He pointed his fork at the kid, eye contact clear and direct just the way Draco’s always was. “But I also got stuff goin’ for me, too. Like the fact there’s millions of Muggles and I can hide in a pretty damn big hay stack. Also, it seems to me from your stories, these fuckers don’t know how to defend themselves against Muggle tech. Things have been advancing pretty quick. Guns and drugs and weapons. Shit. With a little planning, I wouldn’t be nearly as defenseless as I seem.”
Draco scowled at his brother, the food completely forgotten.
Liam lowered the fork and shook his head. “I’m not looking to fight these fuckers, Draco. I’m just saying I got ta protect myself from my world as much as do from magic assholes. The world’s never been kind to thugs like me. I’m an illegal here and I walk some dark roads, but that might come in handy for you, too. You know?”
Draco sighed again, relaxing. He hooked one side of his hair behind his ear. “Yeah. Maybe.”
They spent the rest of their meal in quiet contemplation. Once they were finished, Liam collected their dishes and padded over to the sink. He washed his hands, but he left the dishes for now. He wouldn’t waste a single minute he had with his little brother.
“How old are you now?”
Liam was drying his hands on a dishcloth and titled his head curiously. “Twenty-seven in two weeks. Why?”
“For walking ‘dark roads’, you don’t look much different,” Draco mused. He hadn’t left the small table. His fingers were linked, palms facing down, with his chin resting on them.
Liam smirked, eyes squinting. “I’m just that good.” Expression sobering, he lifted his sweater and turned to the side so Draco could see the gun at the small of his back. “I’m careful. Really careful. So I haven’t gotten too banged up yet. I’ve been pretty good at knowin’ my limits and not pushin’ past them.”
He very intelligently did not mention that the most lasting damage he’d ever taken was when he’d busted people up trying to find Draco and Harry when they’d been taken. He had a long thin scar from a knife on his thigh. Sometimes it grew tight and painful to walk. When that happened, he had to work in some lotion. He’d also been grazed by a bullet along his ribs. If he hadn’t moved just at that moment, he’d’ve been shot dead.
Draco got to his feet. “I’m going to think about this, but really the war isn’t going to heat up for a little while yet. Voldemort is still a shade and it costs him to possess people. Besides…Truth is… We might actually need you soon.”
“That guardian you were telling me about?” Liam asked quietly, worried.
“Yeah.” Draco sat on the couch and began to pull on his sneakers. “She’s finally admitting that she knows I’m with Harry and she’s not happy.” He sighed, letting a straight sheet of white-blond hair hide his expression. “My fault really. Lost my temper and flung it in her face. I know she’ll try something to split us up, so we might have to disappear for a while.” Shaking it off, Draco got up and moved toward the door, grabbing his jacket from the counter. “Anyway, it might be a few days before I figure out a plan. I’ll let you know what I decide.”
Everything in Liam wanted to draw this out. Maybe offer to take the kid wherever he needed to go to draw out their time together, but in the end he bit his tongue and said nothing. The more he tried to hold on to Draco, the more the kid would pull away. They loved each other. Nothing would change that. They were family. But they were also different people now. They had experienced things without each other. It was going to take time to fit back together like before. Liam had to offer no resistance and be very careful to show no weakness if he wanted Draco to keep coming around.
“I’d say be careful, but I know you always are,” he said lightly, even as his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a fist. He pulled Draco into a hug, impressed he didn’t have to bend in half to do it like he used to. Draco was almost as tall as his shoulders now!
Letting Draco go, he went to the kitchen. He pulled out a silver key tied on a long shoelace from a drawer. “Here. To the apartment. If you ever stop by and I’m out.”
Draco accepted the key and shoved it into his jacket pocket. “Thanks, Liam.” He looked up at the older man, his eyes bright with emotion.
Liam smiled and side-hugged him one more time. “See you around.”
Surprisingly, Draco turned into the embrace this time and hugged him back , his thin arms coming up around Liam’s lean waist. Liam bit his lip to keep his eyes from watering. After a minute, Draco pulled away. Liam let the boy go and even took a step back. He offered a half wave.
“I’ll get the girls caught up. Unless you don’t want me to?”
Draco shrugged. “Nah. They should know.”
Liam nodded, hands sliding casually into his jeans pockets to hide the slight shake in his fingers. “Cool.” He kept his posture relaxed.
Draco realized he was stalling and forced himself to turn away from his brother. He felt a strong sense of déjà vu as he undid all the bolts and chains on the door. Stepping into the hallway, he shut the door behind him. He hadn’t gone more than three steps when he heard Liam doing up all the bolts again behind him, and Draco laughed. It was just like four and a half years ago in New York!
…
It took almost two hours to get back to Remus’s cottage by himself and Draco had thought and re-thought letting Liam back into their lives. For one, it was dangerous! Draco and Harry were big fucking targets in the Wizarding world. They were fighting a fucking war! It wasn’t time to play ‘Family’. But maybe Liam really could help them out? Andromeda could really fuck things up for them legally, and if that happened, they really would need a place to run.
Besides, if things got dangerous, they could cut their ties to Liam again. Sure, it would hurt to say goodbye, but they’d know Liam and the girls were out there waiting for them this time. It wouldn’t be like the heart-shattering goodbye from before. Then again he also vividly remembered Brendon getting his head blown open right in front of him. Imagining Liam getting shot in the head made him want to push Liam out for good. It was a fucking mess, that’s what it was!
So by the time he was walking up the path to the cottage, Draco’s jaw ached from him gritting his teeth so much and he wasn’t sure what the hell he should do. He hated that feeling! It was agony to be in a state of uncertainty. He knew this decision was a big one, because if they did screw up and Liam got killed, it would destroy a part of them that would never recover.
Maybe he'd do some divination to get a sense of the result of either choice? Either way, he had to relax! He didn’t have to decide right now, and he didn’t want Harry to sense anything had changed. Harry was close to the breaking point, too, and Draco would have to be careful with him for a little while.
Rubbing his cold hands together to try and get some warmth back into his fingers, Draco stomped his feet on the mat outside the door. It probably wasn’t very useful. There was several inches of snow built up on top of it. * Harry, I’m back, * he called mentally as he swung the door open, only to stop in the doorway in shock.
- nervous excitement love - and under it all a strong, pulsing current of - determination.
Draco’s consciousness was dimly aware of the background setting: the inside of the house dim and shadowed; all the curtains pulled closed - soft golden light flickering; hundreds of candles covering all the available surfaces - the furniture pushed against the walls to open the center of the room - but the majority of his attention was caught by Harry.
Holy shit, Draco thought dumbly. He took a numb step forward and let the door swing shut behind him. It cast the room into quiet intimacy as the light of day was shut out.
Harry stood before him without his glasses in a gorgeous white gown. Lace covered the entire piece, delicate and extraordinarily intricate. The boy’s eyes were lowered, his head bowed slightly forward with a crown of small white blossoms of baby’s breath woven throughout the glossy black locks. His hair had been tamed into glossy waves, the tips curling cutely. His lips had been darkened to a reddish-pink. A lace, long-sleeved shirt cast delicate white patterns over his smooth bare skin, covering his arms, neck, and chest. Draco’s throat tightened at seeing Harry’s pretty pink nipples through the delicate pattern and the flash of white-silver of the new rings.
Just below Harry’s chest, hugging his bottom ribs, the top of a ribbed-corset started. White with more lacing covering the surface, it pulled Harry’s thin waist in tight, emphasizing the swell of his hips. The skirt fell in a white sheet to the floor. Lace curled over its surface as if snowflakes had landed delicately onto the silk and never melted.
There was a subtle slit in the front of the beautiful skirt. It parted as Harry sank into a deep and graceful curtsy. One of the boy’s hands spread out to his side, palm down, the other rose and reached toward Draco, palm up, in supplication. The boy’s head bowed even deeper, revealing the back of his neck. The white lacing looked exquisite against the black collar.
As the skirt parted, Draco could see the boy’s beautiful, slender legs and white, silk stockings that rose to just above the knees. On his feet were high-heeled, white ankle-boots that Draco had never seen before and short, white shorts that just barely covered an inch and a half of Harry’s thighs, leaving the rest of that gorgeous flesh bare to Draco’s eyes.
Holy SHIT! Draco thought again. His heart was beating slow but hard in his chest, and he knew he was blushing like crazy. Harry was absolutely breathtaking! All tiny-waisted with slender arms and legs that were touched with the beginnings of lean muscle. He was gorgeous! The line between boy and girl blurred perfectly until Harry was neither and both. He was perfect the way only Art could be.
Draco stepped forward as if in a daze. “God… Harry…” he breathed. He slid his hand under the hand upraised to him and leaned down to kiss the boy’s bare palm. He could feel Harry shiver where his lips touched soft skin - love happy submission. Tugging gently, Draco said soft and low, “Stand for me.”
Harry rose gracefully to his feet, coming out of the curtsy. They were eye-to-eye, Harry’s heels putting him at Draco’s taller height. Harry kept his head bowed slightly forward, but he peered through his lashes, letting the blond catch sight of beautiful pale green.
Draco squeezed the hand he still held before letting go. “Give me a turn, then,” he requested, taking a step back and pulling off his jacket. He also stepped on his heels to take off his wet, muddy shoes. Catching the sneakers on his toes, he kicked them backward. They hit the door with a thump. Draco hardly noticed. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Harry.
Harry blushed prettily and slowly turned, revealing the slight train on the back of the skirt. There was no mistaking what he was wearing: a wedding dress. Something about that idea made something hot and triumphant burn in Draco’s center. He stepped forward as Harry faced him once more and gently touched the black collar through the lace and stroked the sliver rings pierced through the boy’s nipples. They were his marks, his claims, and Harry looked even more beautiful wearing them.
“I’m yours,” Harry voiced sweetly - love submission desire.
Draco looked deeply into Harry’s naked green eyes. He slid his arm around the narrow waist and pulled Harry toward him and into a deep kiss. Licking into the heat of Harry’s mouth, Draco claimed every inch. Harry practically melted against him, his body molding to Draco’s contours. The kiss ended slowly, their lips lingering, their breath becoming one as they stared into each other’s eyes. Draco’s free hand came up to caress Harry’s cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, desire resonating in his voice. He always knew they’d be together forever, that Harry was his and he was Harry’s, but seeing him in white, almost unbearably beautiful, Draco knew how to put it in words. He knew exactly what he wanted.
Bringing Harry’s hands up between them, Draco kissed the boy’s fingers. He stared intently into soft green eyes and spoke with utter confidence, trying to brand the words into Harry’s mind. “One day, Harry, you’ll wear this dress or one like it in front of the world. And everyone will understand what you are to me. What we are to each other. And I’ll marry you. I’ll take you as my bride. And the world will know you’re mine and no one else’s.”
Harry gasped - surprise DESIRE nervousness. He hadn’t expected Draco to say something like that! Marry him?! It made Harry’s heart beat fast and his cheeks burn bright red. “Draco!” he gasped again, his heart was racing. It felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. All he could see was a vision of standing beside Draco with everyone watching and Draco kissing him, calling him Wife the way Lucius called Narcissa. Half-laughing, half-crying, overwhelmed by the idea, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco in a tight hug.
Draco smiled, tears in his eyes, happy and free, and held him tightly. “You’re mine, Harry. You’re the only one who can stand beside me and be mine. You’re the only one I could ever marry,” he repeated.
- JOY desire surprise - “Draco…” Harry pulled his head back far enough to look into the blond’s face. He had never thought he could be that for anyone, but… But now that Draco had said it, he wanted it more than anything in the world!
He remembered sitting with Pansy on the banks of the lake, watching as Draco, Vince, and Greg raced their horses. Pansy and he had been talking about marriage, and Harry had tried to think of who could partner Draco and be his wife, but he hadn’t been able to. Now he knew why… After everything that had happened in the last month, Harry had finally begun realized that he wasn’t the only one who needed things. Draco did, too. And he’d realized that no one else really took care of Draco right. It was Harry’s job! Draco needed him.
- LOVE devotion - Harry boldly raised his hand to cup Draco’s cheek. He looked directly into those bright grey eyes, and Draco held his breath, amazed at the gesture. Voice resonating with newfound strength, Harry made a promise. “I love you more than anything, Draco. And I’m going to be your partner. I’m going to stand by you and help make sure we’re safe. And one day I’m going to help you build a home that no one can kick us out of! It’ll be just ours! Just you and me. And we can be happy there. Like before. Like with Liam. And only those close to you will be welcome there.”
It was Draco’s turn to gasp softly, his hands tightening reflexively on the boy’s hips. “Harry!”
Harry ducked his head - determination LOVE nervousness. He stared at the space where Draco’s heart beat under his sweater. “You’ve been taking care of me all this time, but I haven’t stood by you the same.” He looked up again, hoping Draco understood. “I know I’m not as strong as you or as smart, but I’ll start helping you more than I have been. I’m going to get stronger. You said so. And you always keep your promises, so… So you can lean on me, too, Draco. I’ll… I’ll take care of you,” he promised fiercely. “I’ll be worthy of being your b-bride!”
Tears spilled over Draco’s cheeks and he quickly buried his face against Harry’s neck and shoulder to hide them. He had never seen Harry so confident, to actually admit he could get strong, that he could be worthy of anything, let alone being his bride. It felt like his heart was being squeezed in a vice, he was so proud!
Harry was growing up. His boy had faced things alone, had fought for his life and Draco's, had seen Draco barely holding on, so he’d lost some of his child-like innocence that Draco had been trying to preserve for as long as possible. But even though it was a little sad, it also nearly brought Draco to his knees in gratitude. This strength… this declaration of love and support… It was so unexpected! He loved this boy so damn much it felt like he was dying!
Harry ran his hands through Draco’s hair and swayed slightly from side to side, rocking him - LOVE worry. “You’ll help me be your partner, right, Draco? You’ll help me take care of you, too? I… I don’t know how… but I want to. I really want to, Draco.”
Draco huffed a watery laugh and pulled back to cup Harry’s face. “Shhh,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs over Harry’s deeply-blushing cheeks. “I already promised, haven’t I? I’m going to make you glorious! You’ll be my right hand. My partner.” He leaned his forehead against Harry’s. His eyes closed and he breathed the last against Harry’s sweet lips. “My wife.”
Harry flung his arms up and around Draco’s shoulders. “Draco!” He couldn’t stop blushing. His heart pounded a mile a minute - excitement nerves JOY. “What about the bloodline? The Malfoy name?” he asked, but not as a protest. He was just still shocked by this idea and not sure how it would work.
Draco shrugged. He had never really cared about either. Harry never could quite grasp that. “We’ll figure it out together. Right?”
Harry nodded. “I…” He cringed as his nervousness spiked, but then he squared his shoulders and let the determination take over. He looked directly into Draco’s eyes and told him, “I owled Lucius.”
Draco was surprised. Tilting his head curiously, he asked softly, “Why?”
“Because of Andromeda. She might try and split us up, right?” Harry’s expression became surprisingly fierce. “I wanted Lucius to know. In case we need his assistance to stop anything legal from going through. I would have contacted Narcissa, but she’s been missing and Lucius has the legal authority as Head of Household anyway.”
Harry took a deep breath, realizing he was babbling due to nerves. Looking into Draco’s eyes, he told him the truth. “I wanted to help you. I didn’t want you to have to do it all by yourself anymore. I thought if I helped, you wouldn’t have to worry about it as much.” His bravado wavered, overrun by anxiety. He whispered, fear in his eyes, “Did I do the right thing?”
Draco felt his center turn to goo. He crushed Harry to his chest in a hug. “That was really thoughtful,” he rasped. Pulling back, he firmly cupped the sides of Harry’s face. Draco kissed his lips once, twice, three times until Harry’s tension drained away under his touch. “Thank you. That was so smart.”
Harry grinned - relief pride - and hung from Draco’s shoulders, accepting the sweet kisses happily.
“You also did a great job setting all this up.” Draco looked again at the living room. It had to have been a lot of work for Harry to do by himself.
The furniture was heavy and there had to be at least a hundred candles burning softly around them. And the dress! Draco felt the ribbon of the corset, fingers running down until the small of the boy’s back where it was tied in a bow. He couldn’t imagine how Harry had gotten it on alone. Overwhelmed with a surge of love for the boy in his arms, he set his lips to Harry’s, so the boy could feel him speak as much as hear him.
“You look amazing, Harry. So beautiful. Like a bride already.”
Harry’s heart skipped a beat, fluttering. It made his head spin, dizzy. “I wanted to do something special for you,” he answered softly, speaking against Draco’s mouth. LOVE JOY - burned like sunlight through he bond. “It’s New Years Eve and we missed Yule. You said seeing me dressed up was like a gift, so…”
“Oh. It is…” Draco finally pulled away and took a step back just so he could really see his boy again. “It really is.”
Harry’s cheeks were almost cherry-red and, unprompted, he did another slow turn. His hips swayed with every step, the nipple rings glinting in the fire-light. His full skirt whispered along the floor. “I also made something to eat. I didn’t know if you’d be hungry. I can warm it up for you anytime.”
Draco smiled at that. Harry was always thinking, always taking care of him. “Thank you, but I want to look at you right now more than anything else.” He stood barefoot in a dark green sweater and jeans. The candlelight shone on his blond hair, turning it a pale yellow color, his angular features softened. He reached his hand forward. “I’m a bit underdressed, but…Dance with me.”
Surprising Draco, Harry moved to the side instead of taking the offered hand. It was then that Draco noticed the gramophone sitting in the shadowed corner there. Curious, he watched as Harry lifted the arm and set the needle to the record. Loud, energetic orchestra music poured into the room for nearly ten seconds before softening into something more sweet: it was Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty Waltz, Draco’s favorite. Draco laughed and offered his hand again. This time Harry rested his on top, smiling widely.
Draco pulled Harry close with a hand gripping the boy's thin waist. Traditionally there should be some space between them to allow the dancers room to move, but when Draco and Harry looked into each other’s eyes, they become so connected that they didn’t need that buffer. Harry pressed right up against Draco where he belonged and they moved about the living room floor in perfect synchronization.
Harry followed Draco’s every step easily with no anxiety. He didn’t think, didn’t try to anticipate. He just let himself flow with the blond’s movements with perfect trust. Draco spun him and led him through fast skipping steps during the more upbeat segments. When the softer, famous refrain came, Draco pulled their bodies close into the gliding steps of a waltz.
Draco grinned, cheeks pink, while Harry’s dress twirled softly around their legs. The music rose and fell, one-two-three, one-two-three… Then, laughing, they spun and skipped as the rhythm quickened once more. Again and again, until the song came to it’s end.
Harry ended up in a deep dip with one of Draco’s arms holding him up, cradling his lower back. Draco’s other hand rested over Harry’s sternum. They were both breathing fast, and Draco slid his hand over the lace covering Harry’s chest, up Harry’s throat, and over his jaw. Harry stared into his eyes, smiling sweetly.
“Just like riding a bike,” Draco said, eyes bright and happy. He was breathing hard. “Feels like just yesterday Narcissa insisted we take an hour of dance a day!”
Harry giggled, held in the dip still. “Like a butterfly, Harry! You’re a bird in flight, Draco!” he said with a cheeky grin. She’d said that at least once in nearly every dance class.
Laughing, Draco brushed his thumb over Harry’s darkened lips just as the next waltz began to play: The Merry Widow. It was a slower dance, more romantic. Draco’s hand slid around the ribbed corset to pull Harry upright. He stepped forward until Harry was pressed flush against his chest and hips, and then they began to move slowly across the floor.
Harry sighed, surrendering, head tilting back and away. Heart pumping, Draco leaned forward to press kisses along the boy’s offered jaw and down his lace-covered throat. His breath made the lace damp and warm. Harry shivered in longing, eyes going heavy, his lips parting.
Draco took a sudden step back, feeling light as a feather with joy spreading soft-feathered wings through his chest. Holding Harry away from him, he twirled the boy. Harry laughed as he came center again, his hand slipping up to cup the back of Draco’s neck, fingertips sinking into the soft blond hair. Draco made Harry take several steps backward, pressing their bodies together again before returning to the sliding side-steps.
They danced, arms lifting and reaching, bodies twirling around each other, bodies held strong and stable even as they swayed and moved gracefully in circles around the floor. When their eyes locked, a powerful connection moved between them. It made Harry’s cheeks flush and Draco’s heart jump. Just under six minuets later, the song came to its end.
“Remember dancing in the ballroom right next to the wall of mirrors last summer?” Draco asked softly, resting, holding Harry loosely in his arms. “You looked so beautiful in that emerald gown.”
Harry smiled. “The skirt had so many layers! I felt like I was wearing a massive cloud!”
The third song began to play and Draco laughed: The Blue Danube. It was the first song they'd learned to waltz to, its beat so clear and precise, but they had come a long way from their first dance lesson. Draco cradled Harry’s back and slid him across the floor on his heels. Harry kicked upward, revealing his long leg as Draco dipped him back. Draco couldn’t help trailing his fingers down Harry’s thigh as he pulled Harry back upright. Together, they skipped across the floor with little hops and twirls, the candles flickering and dancing with them.
They waltzed until they were breathless with laughter and flushed in the face. Draco finally spun them to a stop and Harry’s arms came up around the blond’s shoulders. They stared into each other’s eyes as their lips touched in a warm kiss.
The ballroom music faded into the background as Draco’s hand slid down to cup Harry’s butt, the other pulling the bow undone at the base of the corset, his fingers quickly working the ribbon loose. Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s shoulder, heart beginning to race in excitement.
Once the corset was loosened enough, Draco undid the buttons of the skirt. Stepping back, he watched both fall to the floor. Harry stood before him in the see-through lace shirt, short shorts, stockings, and heels. Heart pulsing hard in his throat, Draco whispered a single word, “Glacies.”
Harry gasped, chest arching toward Draco as his nipple rings grew ice cold. “Draco!” - surprise desire need.
Draco grinned and offered his hand.
Harry took it, breathing heavily.
Draco pulled Harry into a few steps of a waltz before dipping him, putting the boy’s chest on display. He eagerly fingered the ice-cold jewelry, delighted that it had worked. Harry’s nipples were already stiffly erect from the icy metal. Smirking, Draco put his lips over one of the hard nubs, sucking the cold ring into his mouth. Harry cried out sweetly, clutching at Draco’s shoulders.
Draco lifted away, letting Harry come up out of the dip. He looked down Harry’s trembling body, hand briefly caressing the dragon tattoo that arched sensually, eyes closed, tail stiff under the lacing of the shirt. His fingers slid over Harry’s hip and fell off the end of the shorts onto Harry’s thigh. Gripping that soft skin possessively, he crushed their mouths together into a passionate kiss.
Mouths moving sensually, tongues twirling, Draco walked Harry backward until his knees hit the couch and the boy toppled onto it, breaking the seal of their lips. Draco sank into a crouch between the boy’s legs. Eyes burning with lust, he pressed his hands flat against the inside of Harry’s knees to keep them open and whispered, “Ignis.”
Harry’s eyes flew wide. His back arched dramatically as his rings seemed to catch fire. It hurt! Especially switching from ice cold to burning hot so quickly. He clawed into the couch and grit his teeth, resisting the instinct to tear the painful rings from his body.
Draco leaned forward and touched his tongue to a ring. It was hot! Not hot enough to actually burn, but it was close. Harry’s chest heaved with desperate breaths, and Draco licked the tender nubs, soothing them even as tears began to spill down Harry’s cheeks. Draco growled, pupils blown with lust, and moved back down between Harry’s legs. He gripped Harry’s knees and bent to nuzzle a bare thigh. “Glacis.”
Harry gave a cry as the painful burn was doused with freezing cold. His body began trembling, overstimulated.
Draco grinned. He reached forward to caress the stiff bulge in Harry’s tight shorts. “You okay, Harry?”
“Ungh,” Harry groaned. He folded forward, careful to keep his legs open and not resist Draco’s hands. He caressed the blond’s face. “Draco…” His voice quivered as much as his legs. “You always… make me feel so much… let me… make you feel good, too… please…”
Harry’s fingers trembled against Draco’s cheeks, the soft touch somehow pleading. Surprised, Draco released Harry’s thighs and gave a tight nod. Trembling, Harry pulled Draco up on the couch next to him. Suddenly they became aware of the music in the background - a symphonic crescendo.
Harry gave Draco a warm smile - anticipation need - and climbed shakily to his feet. Draco watched, curious, as his boy moved to the corner and picked up a second record. It was a special one that Draco hadn’t heard before. In fact, Harry had found it among Lucius’s collection last summer and had taken it. He hadn’t known then that he’d need it, but something had made him want it. Now he was glad that he had. A single word was written on it in beautiful calligraphy: Seduction. He set it on the gramophone. A sultry violin began playing, slow and rhythmic. Deep notes resonated with rising high notes only to slide down back into the low melody. Harry turned back to the blond.
A smile curled Draco’s lips, even as a single eyebrow lifted in surprise. His arms were outstretched along the back of the couch, his thighs loosely parted. Chin-length white-blond hair framed his face, slightly tousled from Harry’s fingers. He reminded Harry so much of a cat - relaxed and loose, yet ready to pounce - anticipation desire.
Harry approached with deliberate, slow steps, his hips swaying to the slow beat. The lace shirt was tucked into his shorts, which rode low on his hips. Draco’s eyes fastened to the sexy dip of Harry’s hip bones as the boy rocked his hips. Harry bent a knee, dragging one ankle up the calf of the other, dancing his fingers over his thighs, down over the silk stockings, past his knee and back up to bare skin. Draco’s breathing deepened. He watched, mesmerized.
Harry planted his feet and rolled his stomach and torso just as the violin gave a trill. The rings had faded back to room temperature, but his nipples still throbbed from the spells used on them. Harry touched them briefly through the lace and gasped softly. Draco bit his lower lip, heat pulsing through his core.
Eyes locked on the blond, Harry sank down as a drum began to pick up speed and volume, thighs pressed together as he sat back on his heels. He brought his hands down from his chest to rest on his silk-covered knees. Very slowly, he pressed his legs opened. His palms slid up his thighs until his hands rested on the crease where thigh met hip.
Draco swallowed hard, the music becoming hypnotic, thrumming under his skin. He stared, feeling almost like he was dreaming, as Harry rose gracefully back to his feet. The boy took a slow step forward - desire pleasure - and then another, until he was right between Draco’s parted knees. He bent at the waist, butt sticking out, and dragged his hands down Draco’s chest… stomach.. over his thighs…
Draco’s knees instinctively closed on Harry’s legs to hold the boy there. Harry’s hips rocked side-to-side to the music still throbbing in the background. Eyes burning, shivering with need, Harry slipped his hands up under the hem of Draco’s sweater and up the blond’s taut stomach and chest, skin on skin.
Draco groaned, eyes fluttering closed, and cupped Harry’s slender hips. “God, Harry… How? When?”
Harry was nearly panting - need LOVE. He shook his head. “Don’t know… Just feel it… Want you… Wanna make you feel good… Do you like it?” he asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” Draco answered in a groan. Needing to taste his boy, he leaned forward to lay hungry kisses over Harry’s stomach.
Harry tossed his head back, moaning, there were more violins now, high and singing. Looking back down on Draco, he gasped out a few words. “Tell me…” Merlin, he was so hard it almost hurt! He was shaking now. “Draco… tell me how… to make you feel good…”
“Mmmm…” Draco pulled his head back, thumbing Harry’s hip bones. Eyes glittering silver, feeling a physical need to touch, claim, devour, he nonetheless forced himself to let Harry’s sweet hips go. Drums beat a quickening tempo, making it even harder to let go, but this was too fun to end. He wanted to see more of this new side of Harry. Harry was taking them somewhere new and it was thrilling.
“You got this…” he encouraged. He reached back to grip the back of the couch again to keep from reaching out. “Doing so good… Keep making me feel good… Come on, Harry…”
Harry felt dizzy. Blood rushed to his face and down between his legs. He groaned and pressed his palm down against himself, rocking his hips into his hand. The motion made Draco gasp and that set Harry’s blood on fire, so he stood between Draco’s legs and let his hips rock forward and back, openly thrusting against his palm.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned deep in his chest. “That feel good, Harry?”
“Ah! Y-yes, Draco, yes, it feels good,” Harry babbled, red-faced, eyes a bright, feverish green.
“Glacis,” Draco growled predatorily.
Harry’s hands abandoned his cock to fly up to his chest, pressing on the ice-cold rings, back arching. Once the initial shock faded, Harry stepped back, out from between Draco’s legs. Still pressing on his rings, he sank to his knees. Holding Draco’s gaze, panting, he let his hands fall away from the cold metal and leaned backward, putting his hands down behind him. Draco felt a red haze settle over his vision, his ears went deaf to everything except his own pounding heartbeat. The front of Harry’s body was now on display, offered to his eyes. He slid his gaze up Harry’s slender thighs, over his shorts that bulged slightly from Harry’s arousal, up his lean, lace-covered stomach and chest, up his neck to his flushed lips and cheeks, the dilated pupils.
Harry rolled his hips up and down to the rhythm of the throbbing music, chest - stomach - hips creating a sensual wave, knees shamelessly spread. Draco’s hand came down to press between his legs, his jeans way too damn tight. Shit, it hurt! He wanted Harry so fucking bad. He felt nearly breathless with awe as he watched Harry undulate on the floor in front of him. Almost viciously, he undid his jeans and yanked his zipper down to grip himself. He curled his fingers around his dick and worked his hand up and down with slow, hard jerks, his eyes burning silver as they watched Harry’s dance.
Harry felt a roaring - hunger - at the sight of Draco touching himself. His mouth literally watered. He came off his hands and crawled forward in a daze. He slid his hands up Draco’s thighs, tongue messily wetting his lips as he stared at the proof of Draco’s desire. He couldn’t speak. His throat too tight, his mind overwhelmed with need. Glancing up into silver heavy-lidded eyes, Harry begged with a low whimper, hands scratching gently at the crook of Draco’s thighs.
“Oh, god,” Draco groaned, closing his eyes and fisting himself brutally tight. “Shit. What the hell, Harry. I mean, seriously, what the hell…”
Opening his eyes, Draco took control. He couldn’t wait a second longer. Impatient, he grabbed Harry by the hair, crushing some of the small white flowers, and yanked his head forward, pressing Harry’s damp, swollen lips against his dick. His voice came out a rasped growl. “Get it really wet. Come on.”
- shock PLEASURE excitement - Harry took Draco into his mouth. The head had flushed red with need and the tip was already flavored with salty-bitterness.
Harry gasped, drool falling from his mouth to drip down Draco’s shaft. Dazed stupid with lust, he slid his tongue down Draco’s hot skin until it glistened in the candlelight. Panting like an animal, he clawed at Draco’s jean-covered thighs as he held his mouth wantonly open, drool dripping from his hungry mouth. It took all he had to remember Draco’s order and not slurp it back into his mouth just to swallow the added flavor of Draco’s pleasure. Groaning and whimpering, he lapped messily at the shaft and head, soaking Draco’s balls and jeans in the process.
More than wet enough, trembling on the edge of release, Draco yanked Harry’s head off him and literally shuddered to see Harry practically hang limp from his hand, the boy’s mouth gaping open, tongue writhing, and chin soaked with spit.
“Turn around,” he growled, heart thundering, music pounding, all violin madness.
Harry’s senses were consumed by the flavor of Draco, and he sucked and licked at his own mouth, hungry whimpers falling from his lips. Draco groaned and pushed him, forcibly turning him on his knees so that Harry faced away from him. Draco was standing now, stiff cock hanging out and dripping. He pushed on Harry’s shoulder until the boy was on all fours, still making wet slurping sounds that drove Draco mad!
“Ignis!” he growled, panting.
Harry slammed his chest down, keeping his hips up, as he instinctively tried to push the heat out by dragging his nipples roughly over the rug. A desperate cry of pain/pleasure escaped him. Draco dropped to his knees and leaned forward, holding Harry’s head down even as he used his legs to close the boy’s bare thighs around his wet dick. He began to trust. Hard.
Harry whined and gasped, panting like crazy, tears beading on his lashes and spilling to the floor. “…draco draco draco…” he chanted, nearly incoherent. He stared blindly, whole body rocking with the force of Draco’s hips, his cheek dragging on the floor.
He could feel it. Their magic coiling and twining, the room throbbing, the music becoming a living, breathing thing, wrapping around them, punching into their bodies. Harry arched back into Draco’s thrusts, pressing his chest even harder against the floor, his nipples on fire! He’d never felt so beautiful, so needed, so fucking good… It was coming!… Harry clawed at the rug, a scream building on his lips even as his body began to shake apart.
Draco began to lose it. Sweat slid down his face, salting his lips. He gripped Harry’s hips tight enough to bruise as words spilled from him. “Yes, god, Harry, fuck yes! That’s it! God so fucking beautiful. Mine! Mine, Harry. Fuck! LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU!”
The furniture rattled and slid across the floor. The curtains tore, spilling cold daylight into their blinded eyes. The candles flared and sizzled like sparklers. The music wailed, sounding tortured and euphoric. Draco arched violently, hips slamming hard against Harry’s ass. At the same moment, Harry thrust backward, back bowing dramatically as his head came off the floor and a scream of mindless pleasure flew from his lips.
…
As the static in his mind slowly cleared, Draco realized he was sprawled on top of Harry, panting heavily against the back of his boy’s neck. Harry was half-conscious, breaths coming in hiccuping whimpers. Draco slid to the side so the boy could breathe easier. He hummed and clumsily stroked Harry’s sweat-damp hair until he quieted.
It took several minutes before their trembling eased and their bodies stilled. Draco reached between them and tucked himself back into his pants. He slipped his hand between Harry’s thighs and fingered the wet mess between them. He chuckled, voice raspy.
Harry blushed at that, body still buzzing and sparking. “Love you…” he whispered.
“Love you.” Draco answered. He was grinning stupidly, eyes sparkling. Sitting up, he offered his hands. “I don’t know where that came from, but you were gorgeous, Harry.”
Harry rolled onto his side and took the offered help, letting Draco pull him into a sitting position. The flowers had mostly fallen from his hair, which was now messy and tangled, no longer tamed into cute waves. There was a mark on Harry’s cheek, red from a friction burn from the rug.
Draco pressed his first two fingers into Harry’s mouth and let the boy suck on them for a minute before sliding them over the redness. He held Harry’s eyes, telling him with a look what he wanted. The mark disappeared a little more with each pass of Draco's fingers. Draco grinned happily, pulling Harry into a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Harry was breathless by the time Draco pulled back.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes and into a bath.”
Harry’s eyes lit up with - hope - unknowingly giving killer puppy eyes. “Will you take one with me?”
Draco kissed the boy’s nose. “Sure,” he said easily. “Whatever you want.”
Harry flung his arms around Draco’s neck and kissed him.
Draco laughed into Harry’s mouth, holding him tight. He was never, ever going to let this boy go.
After several long kisses, they stumbled into the bathroom and helped each other strip out of their clothes. Draco fingered the bruises on Harry’s hipbones, placed there by his punishing grip from earlier, and Harry shivered in pleasure. Draco decided to let those stay.
Harry drew the bath while Draco teased and tickled him. The tub was a huge claw-footed thing that could easily hold an adult male, so they could sit in it together without feeling crowded at all. Eventually they both sank up to their chests in warm water. Playfulness evaporating, replaced by a deep calm, Draco pulled Harry into his lap, his back to Draco’s chest. Practically purring, he rested his chin on Harry’s shoulder, running the cloth over every inch of the boy’s slender body. Harry melted against him, eyes closed, humming - contentment love peace.
They sat in silence, just breathing together. Draco released the cloth when he was certain Harry was clean and Harry happily switched places with him. Gratitude happiness - suffused the bond as Harry poured shampoo into his hands and scratched gently along Draco’s scalp. Draco closed his eyes in perfect pleasure, enjoying the boy’s loving touch.
“What’d you cook?” he asked lazily.
“Baked chicken and roasted vegetables,” Harry answered, rinsing the silky blond hair with his hands. “It keeps well and is easy to warm up.”
“Sounds good.” Draco turned and faced him, draping his legs over the boy’s. He cupped Harry’s face, water dripping down his cheeks. Pressing their foreheads together, he said softly, “I love you, Harry.”
Harry’s cheeks flushed, his eyes looking down shyly - joy LOVE - before looking up into warm grey once more. “I love you,” he answered. Sliding his hands up Draco’s forearms under the water, Harry leaned in to kiss him softly.
Mouths parting with gentle sighs, Draco asked quietly, “What’s your New Year’s resolution?” His hands settled at Harry’s waist, holding gently, thumbs stroking.
Harry reached up, his hand breaking the surface to run through Draco’s hair, slicking the wet strands back. “I wanna learn to duel and fight better. Get stronger.”
Draco quirked a half-smile at that answer. “Not a bad idea.”
“What about you?” Harry asked curiously, head tilting cutely.
Draco had so much he wanted to accomplish that he didn’t really know what to say. Eventually he said, “Rule the world?”
Harry laughed. “Maybe not this year.” But then he grew serious - determination LOVE. “One day,” he promised quietly.
Draco grinned and hugged the boy, sending water sloshing around the tub. “Yeah?” He bit Harry’s earlobe playfully, tugging once before letting go. “And will you be beside me?”
Harry smiled, eyes bright - excitement LOVE. “Whatever you want, Draco.”
Draco grinned. “In that case, you’ll be my everything.” He kissed Harry’s cheek and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller boy. “Just like you are now.” Then he launched another tickle attack, feeling playful again.
Harry burst into peals of laughter, water flying everywhere as he flailed.
Their play lasted until the water grew too cold for them to sit in it. Harry was still smiling and breathing hard from their short battle as they stood dripping wet on the already soaked bath rug.
Watching his boy try and use towels to soak up all the water on the floor, the bruises on his hips darkening to dark purple, Draco suddenly made his decision. “Harry… I want to take you somewhere tomorrow.” He hadn’t been sure before, but he was now. Harry had grown. He was stronger. They could handle the situation with Liam and the girls together, whatever happened in the end.
“Okay,” Harry agreed, bright eyed and smiling. “Where?”
“You’ll see.” Draco gave a slow, sly smile. “It’s a surprise.”
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