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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Ten | The Golden Boy gets always what he wants –
I don’t want to sleep now!

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Harry gave
a triumphing snort and Pomfrey’s face turned sour.

“Fine! Apparently everyone does what he
wants here anyway.”

She turned
away from Harry’s bed and stormed into her office, because no one paid her
attention the way she was used to it. Snape looked at Draco, who just shrugged.

“Well, I have classes to hold. I will come
before dinner again to examine Harry.”

The blonde
nodded and his godfather walked to the entrance door.

“Oh, eurm,
Severus?”

The
professor rested his hand on the handle and looked back at Draco.

“Can you try to keep Granger and Weasley away?
They will probably accuse me for Harry’s… whatever it was.”

Snape
smirked at him and lifted one eyebrow.

“Need some alone time, huh?”

“SEV!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try. But don’t promise
anything. You know Granger can get very obstinate, if she wants something.”

He left the
infirmary and Draco and Harry were alone in their old position. Harry between
the blonde’s legs and snuggled against his chest.

“Harry, come on. Lie on the bed, you need to
sleep so that the potion can work properly.”

“But I’m feeling fine like this.”

“Potter!”

Harry
tensed. The slightly threatening voice of Draco wasn’t his favourite one,
especially not when using his last name. It was always a reminder of their
earlier school years and now also of the days when they weren’t a couple. He
sighed and sat up.

“Fine, you won! Content?”

“A lot!”

This
special smirk of Draco made up for the tone before. It always drove him insane,
in a good kind of way. This cheeky, impish smirk made his body heat rise and he
felt giddy with the need to touch Draco. He crawled out of Draco’s lap to lie
down, but pulled the blonde with him, so that he was lying under Draco’s strong
body. His hands stroked over his chest and he felt the well trained, firm
muscles of his lover under the white shirt. Draco pushed himself up with his
arms and Harry used the opportunity to slowly unbutton his shirt.

“Harry, you should sleep.”

He looked
down and watched Harry’s fingers open button after button of his shirt; and
although he knew better, he didn’t stop him.

“Harry!”

“I don’t want to sleep now.”

He pressed
his hands against Draco’s bare chest and dragged his nails over it, leaving red
lines. The Slytherin groaned and ground his hips into Harry’s.

“I love it, when you like it a little rougher.”
he pressed through a devilish smirk and shifted lower, always followed by
Draco’s eyes.

His groin
pressed harder against Draco’s and he began to roll his hips, building and
releasing a pleasant pressure for both of them.

The dark
haired boy lifted his head and kissed Draco’s chest open mouthed to drag his
tongue over the soft skin. Draco felt his arms going slowly limp, just because
of Harry. He wasn’t himself, in his opinion, when he was with Harry. He never
reacted this strongly to some touches of his former lovers. Lovers?
Did he already see Harry as his lover?

“Dragon?”

Harry’s
voice was filled with so much passion that it went through Draco’s whole body
and down right to his groin. The boy who lived chuckled, feeling Draco’s dick
getting completely hard, because of his voice, but didn’t lose a word about it.

The
Slytherin was torn between reason and lust. His mind raced from one argument to
the next, like a squirrel on a tree, jumping from branch to branch. Should he
stop Harry, make him sulk, but guarantee his better recover. Or should he give
in, make Harry happy, but endanger his health? He couldn’t decide. He just
couldn’t. Maybe he could have made a decision, if this dark haired devil
beneath him wouldn’t have licked, sucked and bit him and to make it worse –
rolled his groin against his that their erections rubbed against each other.

“Dragon, ” again this
god damn longing voice “you seem distracted, don’t be so passive! – Will you
finally kiss me now?”

Draco
shifted down, went on eye level with Harry and stared into green orbs that
seemed to glow with hunger for him. A last miserable try to stop him came over
his lips.

“Do you really want this? You need to rest,
baby.”

Boy wonder
grabbed the white collar of Draco’s shirt and pulled him down, their lips
almost touching.

“I know best what’s good for me and what I
want. And right now you’re the answer for both. You shouldn’t have called me
baby, now I’m more sure.”

Draco
dipped his head and connected their lips in a long, very slow, passionate kiss.
His arms went out and he landed on Harry, who moaned into the kiss because of
the contact.

The dark
haired boy’s hands wandered up to Draco’s face and lingered there a moment. He
felt the stubbles on Draco’s unshaved face beneath his fingertips and brought
his hands to the back of the blonde’s neck. Harry stroked over the soft skin
and played with the silver blonde floccus that hid under the blond long
strands. Draco moaned and Harry knew he had found the spot again.

Draco broke
the kiss and buried his face in Harry’s shoulder to muffle his groans. It
annoyed him that just because of that single touch he went into a pulp in
Harry’s arms.

“Harry, don’t!” he arched his back and
shuddered.

“Why not? You like it?”

The blonde
glared into the shoulder, he pulled the collar of Harry’s pyjama shirt aside
and bit the revealed flesh hard enough for revenge.

The Golden
Boy yelped and Draco used the chance to switch their positions, so that Harry
got no further access to his neck. He looked up at his pouting boyfriend, who
rubbed his neck carefully and chewed on the left side of his lower lip,
stressing his pout even more.

The
Slytherin felt his cock twitch and tried to rub himself secretly –if that was
possible- against Harry’s leg to build up some friction.

“Ow, Draco that was
mean. It hurts.”

His hand
ran through the thick dark hair of Harry’s and pulled him closer.

“Let me.”
he whispered and Harry took his hand away. The spot was red and slightly
swollen and would become a nice purplish bite mark.

Satisfaction
built up in his guts and he felt like he had marked his property. An alarming
jolt ran through his mind, asking him why he thought such thing, but he
dismissed it quickly. Satisfaction was so much better than concern. Draco
admired his piece of work for a moment, before he lifted his head a little and
soothed the stinging pain with his tongue. His hands flew to the buttons of
Harry’s shirt and opened the first three, to drag his tongue deeper over the
collarbones.

“Dragon, please, more.” moaned the Gryffindor
and began to hump against Draco’s leg.

The blonde
brought his lips to Harry’s ear and pulled the lobe gently.

“Roll down from me.”

Harry
obeyed immediately. He would have obeyed everything, as long Draco would touch
him, would let him feel him, would let him inhale this
intoxicating scent of him.

He lay next
to his dragon on his back. Draco turned on his side and looked down at Golden
Boy. His eyes scanned over the slender form and stopped at the white bandages,
jutting under the long sleeves of Harry’s pyjamas. His hand traced lightly over
Harry’s still covered chest and he inclined his head to blow into the mewling
boy’s ear. His hand stopped short above the waistband of the pants and played
with the soft path of hair from Harry’s navel down to under the waistband,
revealed through the parted shirt after the last button.

“I will not fuck you today.” he whispered into
Harry’s ear and the saviour of the wizarding world looked at him in utter shock
and began to protest.

“You can’t…”

Draco’s
hand shot up and his index finger landed on tender, rosy lips of Harry.

“Sssh.”

Again his
hand wandered down to Harry’s waistband, but quicker this time.

“I just said, I won’t fuck you, not…” his hand
went under the waistband “that I won’t touch you.” and grabbed Harry’s hard
penis firmly, pressing his thumb on the head.

Lightning
spread through the dark haired boy’s body and he pressed his eyes shut, because
he thought he would singe his surrounding with the fire escaping his eyes. He
bucked his hips, tried to push himself into Draco’s moving hand and covered his
mouth with his hands to muffle his groans.

An enjoying
smirk wasn’t leaving Draco’s lips. He kissed the Gryffindor’s
forearm upwards and lingered his lips on Harry’s hands.

“Look at me, baby!”

Harry shook
his head and bit his lip so hard, he could taste blood. Draco’s hand got slower
and Harry murmured in protest.

“Look at me, baby,” the blonde repeated “or
I’ll stop.”

He didn’t
want to burn Draco with his look, but he knew his dragon didn’t speak empty
threats. He looked at Draco through half lidded eyes and groaned loudly when
his hand got faster again.

Draco gave
a silent growl when he saw this erotic look of his Harry. He felt those eyes
glowing, burning, drilling into his own and it was only right at the moment. He
thought Harry could make him cum just while looking at him with those green
flames that began to burn him from the inside.

But he
wanted more. He needed to amplify that feeling. Burn to ashes and be reborn
again, just because of this look.

“Don’t stop looking at me, okay?”

The
Gryffindor nodded quickly and Draco took his hand out of his pyjama pants that
he whimpered and wished the touch back.

Draco
shifted down, intentionally rubbing his rock hard cock against Harry, but never
breaking the eye contact. He licked the corner of his mouth and pressed his
lips on Harry’s covered erection. His fingers hooked the waistband and pulled
it down.

Harry
closed his eyes and hissed staccato while ripping his hands from his mouth to
fist Draco’s blond strands.

“God, Draco, please.”

“Open your eyes, Harry. Look at me. Look at me
all the time or I’ll stop.”

He wanted
those glowing eyes never ever to leave him again – never to look at anybody
else anymore. Harry opened his eyes and he felt his groin reacting immediately.

Their looks
were connected through invisible ropes and their bodies as well.

Draco
flicked out his tongue and licked slowly over the pulsing vein on the bottom
side of Harry’s dick. The dark haired boy felt every muscle in his body tense
and pushed his hips upwards. He wanted to close his eyes and switch off all
senses but his sense of touch to feel Draco and nothing else. Just entirely
feel. But he couldn’t, his look was drawn to Draco’s.

Harry
squirmed under the touch, when Draco grabbed his hips with strong elegant hands
and placed his lips on the tip of his dick.

“Oh my god. I’m blind. My
precious eyes. My wonderful precious eyes. GOD,
I’m gonna puke.”

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