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The Long-Desired	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12097 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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�� So he
hasn�t said anything about reporting it to the Aurors yet?� Harry wished his
voice didn�t sound so relieved, but, well, he was relieved that Ron seemed to believe him and wouldn�t make Harry
defend his relationship with Malfoy to other people.

�� Hermione�s
curls bounced as she shook her head. She was looking out of her own drawing
room, which Harry also found a cause for relief. �No. He asked me a few
questions, mostly to confirm what Malfoy said and what I�d seen when I
interacted with you, I think. Then he went upstairs. When I joined him, he was
already asleep, but he�d been rolling and tossing and staring at the ceiling
for a long time, if the state of the bed was any indication.�

�� Harry let
his breath out carefully. �Let him know he�s welcome at any time, and as long
as he�s willing to talk reasonably, then I�m happy to see him.�

�� You can�t
really blame him for taking this so hard, can you?� Hermione asked wistfully.
�After all, it�s not just Malfoy, it�s a vampire. Ron knows better than anyone
else how much you hate them.� There was a slight undertone of accusation there,
Harry thought. Maybe. Hermione had been less close to him than Ron these last
few years.

�� At the
moment, Harry was glad for that, however guilty he should feel, because it
meant that Hermione came to the situation with a fresh perspective untainted by
Harry�s grief for Ginny. �I can�t blame him,� he said. �I blamed him for trying
to humiliate Draco. That goes beyond being upset that I might be under an
enchantment and actually trying to hurt someone who hasn�t done him harm in
years.�

�� Yes, he
told me about that,� Hermione said, but in a subdued voice. Harry thought she
didn�t really want to condemn him or
Ron if she could help it.

�� Because he
was tired of putting his friends in difficult positions, he decided to let it
go. �Well, like I said, as long as he gives up this notion that he has to fight
Draco for me, he can come over anytime. But I do want to know right away if
he�s planning to report me to the Aurors or anyone else for sheltering a
vampire.�

�� Hermione
gave him a little smile instead of nodding cheerfully and closing the Floo
connection the way that Harry had suspected she would. He stared at her, and
she murmured, �Did you realize that you�re calling him Draco?�

�� Harry
flushed. �Am I?�

�� Yes.�
Hermione folded her arms and looked him over in a leisurely fashion, as though
she were trying to see what other non-obvious changes might have happened to
him. �And I know that you didn�t do
that before. You seemed to clutch his last name as a talisman, as if that would
keep him further away somehow.�

�� Harry
squirmed. He didn�t know how to tell Hermione that his attitude had changed
without sounding sentimental or more intimate than he could bring himself to
be, even to her.

�� Luckily,
Hermione seemed to sense that and take pity on him. She chuckled and sat
backwards. �Just make sure that you�re getting enough to eat and enough rest,�
she said. �I would hate to see you faint from loss of blood and then have to
listen to Ron rant that he told us both so.�

�� Me, too,�
Harry said, realizing when he tried to shift back and sit up that he was rather
dizzy. Draco was asleep on the bed right now, since it was early morning, and
he wouldn�t care if Harry ate a meal without him. �Thanks, Hermione. For
everything.�

�� I�m
happier than I can say that you�re turning away from what you would have become
if you�d gone on hunting vampires,� Hermione said quietly, and shut the Floo
connection before Harry could reply.

�� Harry
didn�t know what he would have said, except that it would have run along the
lines of It wasn�t the hunting that was
the problem. It was seeing no purpose in life beyond the hunting.

�� He went to
make himself a sandwich, which he followed with some soup, and then an apple
that he�d had sitting in his kitchen for months under a preservation charm. As
he munched the last bit of it, he blinked.

�� That food
had tasted better than anything had in months. He didn�t know why that should
be true, but he found himself running his tongue along his teeth to get the
last crispness of the apple out. When he leaned back in his chair and looked
out the window, he could see a wide beam of sunlight creeping through it and
dust motes dancing in the beam. He hadn�t noticed things like that in months,
either.

�� It�s sappy to say that accepting Draco�s
companionship changed everything for me.

�� But, as he
got a cup of tea and sipped at it thoughtfully, he thought it might be able to
change the small things. He hadn�t paid attention to his food most of the time
when he was hunting; meals were times free from work that he could use for
thinking about the next hunt. He hadn�t bothered to look at the sunlight
because there were Dark wizards or vampires or weapons or tomorrows to think
about instead. Now he didn�t have a job to go to for the moment, and he could
lean back and enjoy the advantages that Draco had brought him.

�� Harry ran
his tongue along his teeth again and smiled wryly.

�� Strange that it took a vampire to remind me
of living.

*

�� Draco woke
slowly. This time, there was no immediate danger to him or his Long-Desired to
make him spring to his feet. He rolled on his back, fluttered his eyes open,
and looked up at the ceiling in sleepy dissatisfaction.

�� Harry
wasn�t beside him.

�� Again,
Draco wasn�t alarmed. He took a deep breath, and the scent of his Long-Desired
flowed from elsewhere in the house. Draco stood up, smoothed out wrinkles in
his sleeves, made an absent mental note to talk to Harry about getting him some
new clothes, and then padded into the drawing room.

�� Harry was
standing in the center of the room, frowning at a piece of parchment in his
hand. When he heard Draco�s footsteps, he stiffened once, then glanced over his
shoulder with a smile of welcome. �Are you just going to stand there, or come
in?� he asked.

�� I was
admiring you,� Draco said quietly. �I haven�t often seen you in the light of
sunset.� Harry had drawn the curtains of his bedroom tight so that no sunshine
could reach Draco while he slept. The radiance, which Draco was careful to
avoid as he made his way across the room, picked out threads of bright copper
in the undertone of Harry�s hair, reminding Draco that his mother had been
red-haired. It also burnished his skin and made his green eyes shine
compellingly, but Draco wasn�t sure he should tell Harry that. It would probably give him a superiority complex. He caressed
Harry�s cheek, then pulled his head to the side so that he could see his
puncture wounds. �What were you doing?� he asked, voice breathy as he lowered
his head so that he could bring his fangs into play again.

�� Considering
a list of offers I received some time ago, when I was still an Auror.� Harry
swallowed, his voice also sounding half-strangled. Draco sniffed, but smelled
no pain. He wouldn�t have kept bending Harry�s neck this way if he had. �Some
people wanted me to teach them in a private Defense Against the Dark Arts
class. I thought I might want to do that again while I wasn�t being an Auror.�

�� And do
you?� Draco licked the nearest puncture wound. Harry made a breathless noise.
Draco listened, just to make sure the air was still moving steadily in and out
of his lungs, and then smirked. It was all right, because at this angle Harry
couldn�t see him.

�� No,� Harry
said, his voice slow and thick. He coughed and continued hurriedly, as if he
thought that Draco would be ashamed by this evidence of his power over his
Long-Desired. �I liked teaching Dumbledore�s Army when we were at Hogwarts. I
tried to imagine starting that over again. But there was something different
then. I liked teaching it because I wasn�t supposed to be doing it, I think.�

�� That
startled Draco into laughing. He pulled back, because in this mood he would
pierce the wrong part of Harry�s throat and take too much blood, and he never
wanted to hurt his Long-Desired without premeditation. He laid the back of his
hand along Harry�s forehead for the pleasure of feeling the scar and smiled at
him. �What a surprise.�

�� Harry
blushed, and that caused a different kind of pleasant heat against Draco�s
hand. �So that�s out,� he said. �Maybe it isn�t even the fact that I would be
doing it legitimately and with no one forbidding me this time. Maybe it�s that
I�ve changed so much since I last tried to teach a class like that.� He
hesitated, eyes fixing Draco�s. Draco stared back. Harry�s scent was hazy with
confusion and didn�t tell Draco what kind of problem he was having.

�� I�ve
hunted,� Harry whispered. �I�ve been a murderer. And even though I regret doing
it, that�s because I almost went mad and pushed my friends away and did my best
to kill you. Not because I did the murders. Does that make sense? I don�t wish
Caspar and the Collector were alive again.�

�� Of course
not,� Draco said. �If Caspar was still alive, then I would be his slave and not
a master vampire. If I weren�t truly dead, because Caspar would have destroyed
me for opposing him.�

�� Harry gave
him a strained smile. �But what about the Collector? She wasn�t your master. Do
you wish she was still alive?��

��

�� Draco
wondered if Harry expected him to reply like a mortal. He couldn�t. He was so
empty of those emotions that would have enabled him to that the words wouldn�t
come.

�� She�s dead
prey,� he said at last. �And she would have killed you, if she could. No, I
don�t regret dead prey, or dead enemies.�

�� Harry
closed his eyes as if he wanted to hold back tears or anger, but he was
smiling. He leaned forwards, so that Draco had to move the hand he had on
Harry�s forehead, and leaned his brow against Draco�s. Draco held him and
sniffed happiness, but still couldn�t understand. He waited for Harry to speak.

�� I feel the
same way,� Harry whispered. �I was feeling bad for that, that I didn�t want to
go back and resurrect all my victims, that I still dream about hunting someday
when I have myself under more control. I think that someone who was really
moral, like Hermione, would regret it.�

�� Thank
Merlin you are not Granger.� Draco tightened his hold on Harry just thinking
about it. �I would never have persuaded her to stay with me without a thrall
unless I somehow appealed to her compassion for magical creatures. And I wish
to be seen as more than that.� That last aspiration was not something he could
have confessed to Harry if he had been like Granger, either. People like her
would think it meant he had a mortal heart.

�� Harry
flattened his hand against Draco�s chest and listened to his sluggish heartbeat
for a moment. Then he said, �This is what I need.�

�� Yes,�
Draco said, with a small sigh. He had known that already from Harry�s scent and
his behavior last night, but apparently one of the few mortal traits he still
retained was a fondness for being comforted by a direct statement.

�� You are
what I need,� Harry said.

�� Yes,�
Draco hissed, and once again allowed himself to look at the puncture wounds
with a sense of pride and possession.

�� Because
I�m scarred, and changed, and distant from the rest of humanity,� Harry went
on, dragging a hand down Draco�s face and seeming thrilled when the sharp points
of the fangs pricked his thumb, �even if not in the same way you are.�

�� Draco
laughed quietly. �If you were changed in the same way as I am, I would never
have felt interest in the first place.� He let his head fall forwards until he
was almost slumped on Harry�s shoulder, and wound his fingers more tightly into
the cloth of his robes. He wondered if they would grow together if they stood
like that long enough, melding and blending one into the other, until they were
a single creature of magic and blood and beauty like nothing the world had ever
seen, both alive and undead.

�� Then he
blinked. That was not the kind of thought that had come to him when he was
Caspar�s slave, when he thought about the pleasure of his master first and
survival next, and it was not the kind of thought he would have had as a
mortal. Harry seemed to teach him new things even as Draco taught him in
return.

�� That�s
true, even if you are amazingly literal,� Harry said. Draco wanted to ask him
what he meant, but Harry�s hand was stroking his back and he forgot the
question. �Well, I�ve decided that I need to acknowledge that change and not
try to pretend that the years hunting vampires never happened. I want to hire
myself out as a Dark creature hunter. When it isn�t vampires, I think I can use
my cleverness without being consumed by my hatred, the way I was against your
kind.�

�� Draco
hissed in delight. �Yes,� he said, �I could help you with that. I could taste
the blood of different creatures.�

�� Harry
stirred in his arms and pulled back to stare at him. �I thought my blood was
enough for you.�

�� It is,�
Draco said mildly, �but you can�t keep feeding me all the time without a rest,
or not even Blood-Replenishing Potions will restore you.� He paused and sniffed
one more time, which should have told him if any of the distinctive-smelling
ingredients of that potion had been in the house. He didn�t smell anything, and
arched an eyebrow. �And you haven�t brewed that potion at all, have you?�

�� Harry
scowled at his shoes.

�� It�ll give
me a chance to drink,� Draco said, �without draining you dry. It�ll let us
practice in various ways with the magic that I�m drawing from you. We haven�t
explored half the limitations and possibilities of what it can do yet, you
know. It will let us spend time together at night, since that is when most Dark
creatures are awake.�

�� Harry
blinked and tried to say something, but the words seemed to fail in the
thickness of his throat. Finally he murmured, �You don�t have to come with me
on the hunts, you know. I want you to, but you might be bored.�

�� We had
this discussion before,� Draco said patiently, though he felt a lash of
irritation that Harry didn�t seem to retain the words that Draco went to such
effort to pour into his head. �I think you would be the one bored far more
easily. I could sit in a room and look at you by the hour, Harry. That would
content me. But I do not think it would content you.�

�� Harry
flushed.

�� Hunting
together sounds like the perfect compromise, for the reasons I have just
listed.� Draco flicked his tongue out and licked Harry�s ear, then made his way
down to the puncture wounds. Harry groaned and suddenly traveled several shaky
steps backwards to slump against the wall. Draco pursued him, licking hungrily
at the wounds now. �Don�t try to tell me that you really want to do something
else more. Otherwise, you wouldn�t have been the one to raise the idea.�

�� Harry said
something breathless that sounded like a protest, but Draco had no more time
for silliness like that. He bit down, and the hot, lovely, complicated bouquet
filled his mouth.

*

�� This time,
Harry held onto his mind when the pleasure tried to steal it from him. He kept
one hand on Draco�s shoulder, but he clenched his other one into a fist and
drove his nails again and again into his palm. That made him blink and shake
his head as the pain stung. The haze that tried to cloud his mind continually
withdrew. Harry came to the end of the process, when Draco pulled back and
licked his neck, still hard and panting, though he thought Draco had tried his
best to make him orgasm.

�� Harry
wanted to do something different this time.

�� Wait,� he
said, when Draco reached down for his erection. His voice was hoarse. He licked
his lips and repeated the word. Luckily, Draco listened to him, though he
tilted his head as he waited. His jaw looked more snake-like than usual,
perhaps because he had unhinged it slightly to feed. In his eyes was a cat�s
curiosity that anyone human would prefer to do something other than play and
sleep and eat.

�� But Harry
did.

�� He was
coming back to reality thanks to Draco�s kisses and bites. But he wondered who
would drag Draco with him. Draco said that he only wanted to sit in a room and
look at Harry. His world should be wider than that. He should have other
anticipations than the blood, other thoughts than making Harry happy.

�� Harry
readily admitted that the first thing he wanted to do wasn�t guaranteed to
carry Draco�s mind much beyond the blood. But it might be a start, and if it
could encourage Draco to think about his own pleasure and his right to that
pleasure as well as Harry�s, then it would accomplish one of Harry�s main
goals.

�� All
right,� Harry whispered at last, and sank to his knees.

�� When he
looked up, Draco�s eyes were full of wild, stormy light, as though he had just
stepped through a door into another world and was trying to understand what had
happened. He reached out with one faltering hand and grasped Harry�s shoulder.
Then he shook his head and pulled the hand back. Harry wondered idly for a
moment, as he undid the trousers Draco wore, which smelled of dust and must,
whether his skin had burned him.

�� You don�t
have to,� Draco whispered, but the longing behind his words rendered them
little more than puffs of dust from his clothes.

�� I want
to,� Harry said, just as softly, and then lowered his head and actually looked at Draco�s erection for the first
time.

�� Pale, much
paler than his own. Of course, Draco needed to use the blood for other things
than to flush his skin down there. Harry swallowed, and wondered if it would
taste differently than a mortal one.

�� Not that it
much mattered, since he�d never tasted a mortal one.

�� Harry
shivered and crushed down the urge to laugh as he leaned forwards and folded
his lips around the head of Draco�s cock. That�s
one good thing about this. The sheer effort it took me to accept a vampire as
my lover got rid of any qualms I might have had about accepting a male.

�� He licked
and lapped hesitantly. The erection was dry and like stone in his throat at
first. It was only as his own saliva started flowing that his mouth could move
easily. When he reached back to roll Draco�s balls in his fingers, he found
them cool; the blood was moving more easily beneath Draco�s skin, but not
enough to make much of a temperature difference.

�� More
encouraging than anything else was the soft sighs Draco had begun to give above
him.

�� Involuntary
sounds that deepened as they went on, they reminded Harry of the way that
vampires sounded when they fed on a chosen mortal after months of starvation.
He had once had to witness that, on one of his first hunts, chained at the back
of a nest as a woman was devoured, and he had seen�

�� The images
of blood and death did not belong here. He put them aside and listened to the
sigs that were for him, and not for
some nameless victim. He knew without asking that Draco would have wanted no
one else to do this for him, no matter how frustrated he became waiting for
Harry to come around. Sex was not a need for vampires in the same way it was
for humans.

�� He sucked,
and the erection shifted in his mouth, and Draco moaned. He ran his tongue up
the side, along the vein, and Draco bucked, teaching Harry for the first time
how it felt when something large and blunt shoved against his teeth. He choked,
but Draco didn�t seem to notice, and Harry moved cautiously back into position
and sucked again.

�� He knew
that sometimes men came in other men�s mouths without warning them first, but
there was no way that he could have missed Draco�s sudden, strange stillness,
almost as extreme as the stillness that he had when he first died in the
morning. Harry relaxed his jaw and eased his head back, hoping he could catch
most of it.

�� He didn�t
catch half of it. Semen cascaded along his tongue and ran promptly out of his
mouth, along his jaw. Draco�s cock trembled and flopped in the oddest ways.
Harry gave up on swallowing and concentrated on arranging his mouth in such a
way that Draco could feel pleasure even as he trembled out the last shocks of
his orgasm.

�� When Harry
leaned back on his knees and stared up at Draco, he decided that he had
accomplished that part of his mission. Draco�s face was soft and helpless,
almost human. With his fangs folded back, he looked particularly so. Perhaps
only the blood around his mouth and the extreme pallor of his skin would have
struck an observer who didn�t know what he was as strange.

�� Then
Draco�s eyes opened.

�� And Harry
found himself borne to the ground with inhuman strength, his neck suckled and
his pants pried open at the same time. Draco snarled in his ear as he spat in
his hand and twisted his fingers around Harry�s erection.

�� I would
suck you, but right now I�m too excited to fold my teeth back. I want to suck
you. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your cock moving inside me, so tight
and so quick that it hurts and my body dying won�t let me escape the feeling of
it. I want to make you come and drape me
with it, so that I�m looking up at you between curtains of it, spilling out of
my mouth and down my cheeks as I swallow more. I want to suck you until my jaw
aches and my tongue�s forgotten the taste of blood. I want to fuck you, fuck
you, fuck you��

�� His fingers
made a frenzied movement, and Harry arched and shouted and cried as he came,
his body shuddering so deeply that he thought he�d torn a muscle for a moment.
Draco sighed deeply and buried his nose in Harry�s neck, sniffing at it,
marking it, biting it.

�� Oh, yes,�
he whispered.

�� Harry
rolled his head towards him, when he could move, and wrapped an arm around
Draco�s neck.

�� If he has to focus on me so exclusively, he
thought, I can�t say I can complain about
the results.

��

*

�� Dragon:
Very much so. He had to think long and hard about that.

�� polka dot: Draco
didn�t so much object to the dirtiness of the action as the humiliation of it.

�� Juliashka_Shu:
Thanks! I hope the rest of the story (just a few chapters more) pleases you as
well.

�� jenny: Not
a whole lot of conflict as such left, but I hope to leave the story in a place
where future conflicts will readily appear on the horizon.

�� hieisdragoness18:
Harry probably would have if his relationship with Draco had been older or if
he wasn�t concerned about maintaining a good friendship with Ron.

�� Snivelly:
Well, I think he got to see quite a bit of it in this chapter!

�� Thanks for
the compliment, as well. That�s one reason I keep having Harry reflect on the
differences from a normal love relationship that he and Draco have; it�s not normal,
but it�s similar, and it works for them.

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thank you!
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