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Fairest Creatures	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 22177 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Eleven—Falling, Winged

            Harry wrenched his head back as Draco tried to bite his lips, and he tried to think. When he reached for the magic that should have made his wings work, though, it didn’t come, and then he realized Draco’s arms were clamped around his chest, partially holding the muscles prisoner.

            Of all the—

            Harry pulled at Draco’s arms, but they didn’t move. And, worse, Draco was now wrapping his wings around Harry, too, muttering something about wanting to make sure no one saw him.

            There’s no one here!

            But common sense wouldn’t matter if the fall killed them or wounded them. Harry grabbed his wand and moved it up so it pointed at Draco’s stomach. Draco was so intent on kissing him that he only thing Harry had to worry about was the spell bouncing back on him.

            And Harry didn’t think it would, not with the amount of Auror training he had.

            “Stupefy!” he snapped, and Draco went limp, hanging in Harry’s hands as if he was a bundle of cloth. Harry stuck his wings out and flapped as strongly as he could. He no longer had the drag on his muscles, and he could shift Draco any which way he wanted, and he could breathe deeply, the way Professor Helios was always telling him to do, instead of having to kiss Draco.

            Still, it was a near thing. They leveled out maybe a meter above the tossing waves. Harry let himself hover there and tremble and gasp and swear.

            “Harry?”

            Draco had revived from the cold spray landing on him, but at least he appeared to be sober now, if wide-eyed about where they were. Harry relaxed. He hadn’t felt the pulsing of the allure about him that had happened when he was really focusing it on Draco, but then, he wasn’t good at sensing his own power—or restraining it, obviously. He’d been afraid the allure was still going on and he wouldn’t know.

            “We fell over the cliff when you attack-snogged me,” Harry said as soothingly as he could. “I’m going to cast a Lightening Charm on you and then we’re going to fly back up and land and never leave the ground again, okay?”

            “I can fly—you don’t need to carry me like an invalid—”

            Draco was struggling in his arms, getting ready to leap out and fly somewhere else, and Harry reacted before he thought about it. He clamped his arms around Draco’s chest and screamed into his face. Draco fell back as though Harry had cast another Stunner at him and stared at him in fear mingled with awe.

            Harry flushed and shook his head a little. “Right,” he said. “That was stupid of me. But, Um. Don’t do that.”

            “Of course not,” Draco whispered, and stayed absolutely still as Harry cast the Lightening Charm and they soared back up. Harry could feel his own legs trembling as they landed. He sat down right away, not caring that Draco was part of the way in his lap and partially lying on the ground. The important right now was that they were still alive.

            It seemed like long minutes before Draco murmured, “You have the Shriek. That’s not really fair.”

            “What?” Draco was making even less sense than he had under the allure, Harry thought. He touched the back of Draco’s head and urged him to sit up, though, so he could cast a few diagnostic charms on him and make sure that he wasn’t hurt or shaky.

            Draco cast him an ironic glance as the charms sped over him, and snorted a little. “The Shriek. It’s a power to stun everyone in earshot when you scream like a Veela. It’s one of the powers not everyone gets. I don’t have it.”

            “Huh,” said Harry. He shrugged. “Is that one that’s easier to control than the allure?”

            Draco rolled his eyes a little. “There’s nothing difficult about controlling the allure. You just happen to have strong magic and I want you. That’s the only reason for the dramatic reaction.”

            “Right,” Harry said. He helped Draco sit up and eat a little of the remains of their lunch. “Dramatic enough to send us rolling off a cliff?”

            He couldn’t be sure, since Draco had his head turned so that he was sitting in profile to Harry, but he thought Draco blushed. “I didn’t plan that, either. I only wanted…” He picked for a minute at the food, then murmured, “I see why you had a crowd of them chasing you the other day.”

            “Yes, but the point is to get them to stop. So how do I do that? Without endangering your life,” Harry added hastily, because he thought Draco had opened his mouth without thinking enough about it.

            Draco ate a few bites, although it was obvious his attention was elsewhere. “I think you should try again. But this time, try to think about something specific. Think about making me want to kiss you, or hold your hand. Something that’s not violent.”

            “It’ll be you holding my hand. Kissing me is what made us fall off the cliff last time.”

            Draco’s wings gave a little agitated flutter. “I said I was sorry for that. But yes, if you want to stick to something tame and boring, then it would be a good idea.” He sat back and rolled his eyes, holding his hand out a little.

            Harry narrowed his eyes. Tame and boring? I wonder what he thinks exciting would be? Knowing the git, falling off a cliff is the least he thinks someone should do to show they’re infatuated with him.

            Harry sat back with a little turn of his neck and a shrug of one shoulder. “It’s not my fault if I’m so exciting that touching me makes you forget all kinds of common sense. I’ll concentrate on your hand because it’s all you can be trusted with for right now.” He lowered his gaze onto Draco’s hand.

            This time, he saw it was trembling. He smiled a bit. Then he again envisioned the allure as a bright glow around himself, and imagined that he was projecting it towards Draco.

            Draco tossed his head back and gasped softly. The allure seemed to be taking hold of him. Harry did that just until he was sure that Draco’s eyes were glazing, and then turned back to Draco’s hand and thought again. I need him to reach towards me.

            Draco did it. His fingers at once brushed Harry’s knee, and Harry hissed and bowed his head. There was a power, a warmth, coming from Draco that he hadn’t counted on. When he squinted, he thought he could make out a heated, pearly glow around Draco, too, and his smile was too wide and knowing—more than Harry had counted on.

            But I wanted him aware and thinking, not falling all over me again, Harry thought in confusion. How can I want this many different things at the same time?

            “Have you forgotten that I have allure of my own?” Draco asked through barely parted lips. “And that I might want things from you, love?” He caressed Harry’s knee, and it really did feel as though there was no cloth there at all. “Because I do.”

            Harry shivered. This was a lot better than the mindless expressions he had seen on so many faces the other day. But he managed to hold back his impulse to curse, and only nodded. “Yes, I do see that,” he said, and focused on Draco’s hand again.

            “God, that’s so warm,” Draco said, and to Harry’s immense satisfaction, took his hand away from Harry’s knee to wring it a little. “How are you doing that?” He stared back and forth from Harry to his palm, as if answers might be there. “I don’t—that’s incredible, to have that much focused allure at this young age.”

            “Because I’m so much younger than you are—”

            “I meant young as a Veela,” said Draco, with a roll of his eyes that didn’t look as calm as he would have wanted it to. He was still clenching his hand and staring at his palm. “So incredible.” He looked up at Harry, with his eyes sparking. “Why do you suddenly have the ability to focus it?”

            “I want to defeat you,” Harry said. “You were influencing me, so I wanted to influence you.”

            “You have from the time we were children. Even when you didn’t want to.” Draco said the words simply, and ignored the way Harry frowned at him. “But if you want to have a mutual contest, I know a more enjoyable one.”

            Harry heard the teasing tone in his voice, and just barely kept himself from snorting. “All right. What is this contest?”

            “See if you can make your lips as warm and sweet as mine when we’re snogging.”

            And then Draco leaned forwards and kissed him hard enough that Harry choked a little. But the hazy heat was spreading through him again the way it had when Draco touched his knee, and Harry was determined to win this one.

            Besides, Draco acted as if he was in love with Harry already, and Harry wanted to remind him who he was dealing with. A man with desires and ambitions and who had competed against him in the past, not a simple ideal mate conjured by Veela magic.

            Draco hesitated when Harry started kissing him back, and then he let Harry bend him back onto the blanket the house-elves had brought them with the lunch earlier. He gasped aloud as Harry bit his neck, and Harry smiled into the skin.

            “Sorry, are we a little sensitive there?” he whispered.

            At least, that was the way the sentence sounded like in his head. He didn’t get the chance to actually say it, because Draco had already turned his head and started nipping beneath Harry’s jaw, and he had never had someone do that.

            For a few seconds, they writhed, gasping, on the blanket. Then Harry got his lips back on Draco’s and started another attack. The hazy heat was back, wrapping around both of them, making Harry feel as if he saw dancing flames. There were certainly flames between their mouths, a sweet sort of hotness, like some peppers he had eaten in the past.

            Then Draco, probably trying to get his hands into a better position on Harry’s shoulders but maybe doing it on purpose, happened to reach up and touch Harry’s scar.

            Harry choked. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had done that, and the point was, the heat spread there the same way it had everywhere else. But this was nothing like the burning the scar had done when Voldemort was alive and angry at him. This was clean, pure fire, and it made him feel as though everything ugly in his mind was clearing up. Suddenly he was calm and happy and knew he could deal with Draco as his mate and knew he could control his powers, and the despair flew away on wild wings.

            “There’s no lingering trace of the Horcrux, is there?” Draco breathed, and Harry couldn’t bear the way he sounded. Frightened.

            Harry clasped his wrist and kissed the skin in between his fingers, which made Draco squirm and Harry smile. “No,” Harry said softly. “But you made me feel a lot better. I think sometimes I get caught up in everything that’s happening and decide it’s going to be horrible, and you cleared that away.”

            “Does that mean that you don’t feel horrible about having me for a mate?” Draco sat up and watched him closely.

            Harry blinked, then realized all the warmth between them had dissipated. Apparently, when they weren’t focusing on—or just focusing—their allure, that was what happened. He blinked again and said, “I don’t feel horrible about having you for a mate.”

            “You don’t say that like you’re convinced.”

            Harry rolled his eyes. “And if I was convinced, then you might think I was under the spell of your allure or whatever. Is there anything that would reassure you I’m not horrified?”

            “Not horrified isn’t the same as enthusiastic.”

            “No.” Harry shifted to face him again, cautiously pleased when he automatically moved his wings out of the way instead of sitting on them, the way he knew he once would have. “But I’m not going to lie to you. I hadn’t even considered having a mate when I came here. I never wanted to be a Veela. I never tried to turn myself into one, the way you did. I never thought of myself as a creature of love and beauty, the way that Professor Stone was encouraging us to think.”

            Draco was silent for a second, his face working. “Why?” he finally burst out. “I think being a Veela would give you everything you could want. Someone who loves you, and the guarantee other people would love you, and being beautiful—”

            “What I’ve wanted for years is for other people to go away and leave me alone,” Harry said. “And to be good at my job, but mostly the first thing. Sometimes it’s even hard to be an Auror when other people are making eyes at me the way they do. They want to know exactly what it’s like to be an Auror or Harry Potter. They babble things and make them up to get me to stay. They talk to me instead of Aurors who need to question them on certain points those Aurors are experts on.” He shuddered as a memory two years old came back to him. “Sometimes they even commit crimes to get my attention.”

            He looked up to see that Draco’s mouth hung slightly open. He shook his head a second later and whispered, “And that’s why you don’t enjoy the attention that you think being a Veela would bring you.”

            Harry nodded emphatically. “You think I want to walk down a street and have people springing on me panting about my beauty and the like? It might be for different reasons than they pant over me now, but it would be just as annoying.”

            Draco was silent for a second, pondering things with his face bent towards the ground. Then he looked up with an earnest expression. “Well, at least you know I never fawned over you before you grew the wings.”

            “I know,” Harry said. “And maybe that’s one reason it’s hard for me to use the allure. I don’t want you to fawn over me now, either.”

            Draco stretched his wings and for a moment resembled the swan that Professor Testig had compared Veela to. “I want to use my allure on you because I like the look on your face when I do,” he said. “And the way you make me feel. And the way you look at me. And the way you touch me back. And the way you kiss me. And—”

            Harry tried to swat him to shut him up, but Draco simply dodged and went on reciting in a deliberately bright, distanced voice. “The way you speak with your voice gone all high like that. And the way you turn to me for shelter from other allure-crazed Veela. And the way you reach for me as though you expect me to be there no matter where we’re sitting. And the way you came over a cliff to my rescue—”

            “You dragged me over the cliff, you berk!”

            Draco went on, doggedly. “And the way you Stunned me, even, when you thought it was the best way to get me back to safety. And the way you pay more attention to me than any of the professors. And the way you look disgusted when you describe the other people who are trying to get your attention. And—”

            Harry could think of only one way to make him shut up. He tackled him, wings spread wide, and took only a moment when he was straddling Draco to make sure they weren’t about to fall over the cliff again when he pinned him down and kissed him.

            Draco began to squirm enthusiastically beneath him almost at once, but Harry was determined to win the competition and make Draco shut up at the same time. He kissed and kissed him, while Draco’s wings struggled and battered against his, and Draco made discontented little grunting noises in the back of his throat at not being allowed to move. Harry touched the curve of one wing, stretching it out and tracing the bright blue bar around the black stripes with one finger.

            Draco shivered against him, then abruptly bucked as hard as he could. Harry pulled back with stinging lips and grinned down at him. “See?”

            “See what?” Draco was wriggling underneath him.

            “See why I don’t need allure to make you listen to me and want to touch me?” Harry cupped a hand around Draco’s cheek. “I think the allure is a good thing if we’re using it specifically for our mates, but it’s also not a necessary thing. We can have fun the way two humans can, as well as two Veela.”

            Draco raised a wing and rested it against the side of Harry’s head, spreading the feathers like fingers so they trailed down his temple. Harry closed his eyes and sighed. That was another lesson he’d like to learn from Draco.

            “I think you’re still underestimating the changes that will take you over when you’re a Veela,” Draco whispered. “Especially now that you have the Shriek.”

            Harry opened one eye. “But you understand why I want to do it?”

            Draco nodded solemnly. “Of course. As long as you continue to let me give you lessons in the allure and teach you how to be a Veela. As long as you don’t use this kind of thing to reject that learning.”

            “I don’t want to. I don’t want to fall over cliffs or endanger you.”

            “Good, then,” said Draco, and although he might not have believed him, Harry thought that Draco’s smile was even more dazzling than when he had been using the allure.

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            Wölkchen: Thanks! I think Harry should have asked Voldemort to be his Valentine. At the very least, he might have dropped dead in shock. ;)
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