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Temporary Mate	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17288 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twelve—Reunion
“There you are.”
Harry smiled as he turned around from casting Obscuring Charms over the windows in the little room he’d been given. Draco had insisted on going back there instead of staying in the tower room that he’d had last night. Harry thought maybe this room was more comfortable for a human.
Or easier to make private.
Draco slid towards him, his wings out and fluttering hard, his voice a croon so soft and high that Harry had trouble hearing it. Harry laid his wand aside on the windowsill and opened his arms.
In seconds, Draco was in them, his nose nudging Harry’s chin up. Harry closed his eyes and let his head fall willingly to the side. He could hear Draco’s harsh, unsteady breaths, and did his best to soothe him with light touches to Draco’s ribs. He didn’t want Draco to think too much about the test and possibly nearly losing him.
Draco touched his nose and his teeth and his tongue all along Harry’s neck, until Harry was squirming with impatience and clutching at him. Then he pulled back and said, “I want to undress you.”
“All right.” Harry stepped back and sprawled on the bed, his arms out. Draco started undoing his robes, staring into his eyes all the while.
Harry looked steadily back. The part of him that had feared Draco might get upset and want out of the bond once it was established trembled. Looking into Draco’s eyes was overwhelming. Fierce silver blaze, tinged with blue as if Harry was actually looking at flames, and to have someone look at him like that….
It wasn’t that Harry had never thought someone would look at him like that. Rather, people had, and it had never ended well.
But he trusted Draco not to hurt him. He reached out and stroked the side of Draco’s face. Draco turned his head and licked Harry’s palm.
“Sit up,” he murmured, and Harry did so that Draco could get the robes out from under his shoulders and his arse. His eyes burned even harder as he looked Harry up and down.
Harry swallowed. Then he arched his hips forwards and offered himself to Draco, again because of his trust.
Draco made a noise that was considerably easier to hear, since it was so low and guttural, and grabbed at Harry, pulling him forcefully down on the bed. His hands yanked Harry’s pants down, and he fastened his mouth around Harry’s cock.
It felt as if Harry had put his cock inside someone else, except better. He cried out, and Draco responded to the sound with a croon that drove Harry’s lust higher. He reached down, grabbing, grasping, trying to work as much of Draco’s hair into his hold as he could. Draco turned his head and kissed Harry’s fingers with the corner of his mouth, then went right back to sucking on him.
Harry began thrusting with his hips again, driving himself helplessly towards climax. It was so intense. Every time he tried to catch his breath, Draco was there to croon at him. Every time he tried to say something, Draco kissing his hipbones stole his words. Every time he remembered that you weren’t supposed to hold someone’s hair during a blowjob and let go of it, Draco moved back in, and the silky strands tempted Harry too much not to hang onto them.
There was no plateau. There was no letup. There was only Draco, demanding and pulling and crooning, and—
Harry leaped over the edge into his orgasm, crying out again and falling back on the bed because he didn’t have the strength to hold himself up. His hands let go of Draco’s hair again, but his back was bowing and his hips were shuddering and his heartbeat was going mad, and Draco didn’t seem upset about it this time. He lazily leaned over to kiss Harry again, and his smile was bright and wet.
“Think you can return the favor?” he whispered.
“If you come up here, maybe.” Harry couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this wrung-out; he managed to make his lips move, and that was about it.
No, wait. The last time was the last time I had sex with Draco.
Draco kept that bright smile in place as he took his own clothes off, and then knelt on the bed, turning and balancing himself with careful wingbeats so that he didn’t tumble off the side and Harry didn’t have to stretch his neck too far. Harry still surprised a shout out of him when he got in the right position and swallowed him down.
“God, Harry,” Draco said, his gasps overlaying his words until they sounded tortured. “God.”
Then he went off into babbling, cooing, shrilling nonsense, and Harry just smiled and sucked. It felt easier to do than usual, maybe because he wasn’t worrying about how his partner would judge him. He just relaxed his jaws, and moved his tongue, and touched Draco in the right places with his fingers, and then Draco came, too, another almost-growl spilling out of him as his fingers tightened on Harry’s scalp.
Harry had to lift his head to swallow. He saw Draco swaying back and forth, but not actually falling because of his wings, and gazing at Harry in stupefied wonder.
“Out of all the Veela you could have bonded with,” Draco breathed, “you chose me.”
Harry wasn’t about to say there was no Veela he would rather have bonded with. Draco was trying to be romantic, and Harry wasn’t going to ruin that with realism right now. He made his muscles work and sat up the rest of the way, enough to kiss Draco and then yank him down. Draco only turned to make sure his wings were draped over the side of the bed and gathered Harry in his arms.
“And of all the mates you could have had,” Harry said with another yawn, “you preferred me.”
“Foolish,” Draco said, low and mumbling, so that Harry had to strain his ears to hear. “As if I would have chosen anyone else.”
*
Draco woke to a tapping on one of the windows that Harry had covered and Obscured. His first thought, absurdly, was an owl bearing a message. But then he remembered what it was more likely to be here, and his wings were already bristling around him as he stood and strode towards it.
He didn’t bother to put clothes on. He didn’t care about the other Veela seeing him naked. Some of the things they had said yesterday had even given him the impression that it was the more natural state for them. But he was damned if anyone was going to peer past them and see his still-sleeping mate.
And isn’t that amazing? Harry was a trained Auror. He’d woken at the slightest sound when they were camping out in the open, trained to respond to enemies. Draco would also be surprised if he got a good sleep last night.
But with Draco next to him, protecting him, curled up around him, he trusted him enough to sleep through a sound that should have woken him up.
Draco wasn’t going to dishonor that trust.
When he opened the window, he saw a Veela who he knew had been at the test yesterday, but who he didn’t know, hovering there. She was another of the tall, thin, white-haired women that so many of the Asovima Veela seemed to be, her eyes a brilliant crystalline color that made them look as if they had no pupil. She nodded to him and said, “The gathered Circle will hear what message you have brought, Draco Malfoy.”
“It hasn’t been two hours since the test,” Draco said. His time-sense seemed to work much better in Asovima than it did elsewhere in this dimension, which probably shouldn’t be a surprise. “Is that all the time that you give a Veela and his mate who were separated from each other to reaffirm their bond?”
The woman blinked a little and spent a moment fanning her wings. Then she said, “I—did not think of it in that light. We thought your message was urgent.”
It was urgent in that the Ministry had had to have someone deliver it, but at the moment, Draco wasn’t inclined to admit that to any Veela of Asovima. “You can find it out later,” he said haughtily. “Tell Caleigh that I’ll speak to him at dinner. And I will have my mate with me.”
One moment more when he thought she might protest, and then she bowed her head and said, “It shall be so.” Draco waited to make sure that she stroked her wings and soared away through the air instead of lingering to eavesdrop before he closed the window.
He turned around to find Harry reclining on his elbow, watching Draco with a smile. Draco smiled back, letting his eyes run up and down the scars on Harry’s torso. The presence of them didn’t make him happy, but that Harry was relaxed enough in his presence to show them did.
“You’re sure that you want me with you when you deliver this message? The Aurors didn’t trust me to know what it was.”
Draco stepped slowly towards him, fluttering his wings as he came and watching smugly as Harry’s pupils dilated. He ended up kneeling on the bed beside him, sliding his hand over Harry’s shoulder and watching as he shivered.
“You’ve been remarkably patient about that message,” Draco finally said, when he was sure he could speak and he wouldn’t just end by throwing Harry on the bed and reaffirming their bond again. “You could have asked me. I would have told you.”
“I didn’t want to take advantage of our bond like that.”
“What?”
Harry caught his hand and entwined their fingers, holding their hands aloft between them. His gaze was soft as he regarded Draco. “You would have told me because you’re a Veela and I’m your mate. It’s not a fair advantage. And asking about it was stressed as being forbidden, anyway. I want to know, but now that I’m going to be at dinner…”
Draco turned his head and rubbed his cheek gently along Harry’s. “I know how great your curiosity was in school. It must have been hard not to ask.”
“Well, not as hard as if we didn’t have the bond to adapt to and the constant struggle to survive in this dimension.”
“I’m still not going to thank that giant fish that almost killed you.”
“You don’t have to.” Harry pulled Draco towards him. “So, now I know we have some time until the meal. Why don’t we spend it more productively than asking each other questions that have painful answers?”
And Draco, stunned by how sensible his mate could be sometimes, agreed wordlessly, and made Harry glad that he’d asked this question.
*
Harry still felt a little underdressed as he watched the Veela gliding around the large, sumptuous room. Even the ones who wore clothes that seemed to be merely scraps of cloth made that look more graceful and luxurious than his plain, functional Auror robes.
Draco tightened his hold on Harry’s arm, as if he knew what Harry was feeling. He probably did. Harry gave him a single, bright smile and stepped forwards. He would remember that few of these Veela could beat off a giant fish if they fell into the river where it lived.
And if their gazes lingered on him and Draco with disdain, he would remember how desperate some of them had been to act as if he and Draco didn’t have a good bond. They couldn’t go from desire to mate with them to utter contempt overnight. This was only lying to themselves.
Harry was familiar with that for the same reasons he was familiar with people looking at him with desire.
“Thank you for coming, Veela Malfoy.” Caleigh gave several of the others disapproving looks and stepped to the front of the room, which was lit with faint blue-green radiance that Harry thought made them look as if they were all swimming underwater. Caleigh bowed. “Would you rather eat, or give us the message, first?”
“The message has waited long enough.” Draco sounded more like his human self than he had in a while, his chin upraised and his eyes sparking. “It concerns the Veela who are living in France in the human world.”
Caleigh pursed his lips. “France. I thought that wizarding country was more tolerant of Veela than most.”
“It used to be. But there was a rash of murders last year by someone who was either a Veela or using a spell that let them mimic the powers of a Veela. Or perhaps several people.” Draco’s voice was full of distaste. “A prominent French Muggle died, along with many French wizards. The wizards there have grown wary of letting the Veela stay in the country.”
“Surely someone helped the wizards to find the murderer?”
“No. They remained silent on the topic and refused to let any Aurors look into their homes or visit their enclaves.”
“Of course they did,” said Jenara, her wings trembling with agitation. Harry saw her mate lean against her, and she did calm down a little, but her eyes were still large and luminous with something that wasn’t tears. “Outrageous, to let human magic-users near their children and their mates.” She gave Harry a look that he returned with a bland one.
“That means that relations between the French Veela and the French wizards are strained,” Draco continued. “They are petitioning you to be allowed to emigrate to this dimension. It doesn’t mean that they all want to live in Asovima,” he added, raising his voice above the sudden exclamations. “But they want help to move their homes and families, and some would like to live here if you allow it.”
Harry blinked. It made sense, now, why Draco had been asked to carry this message. He had family connections in France, he obviously had the Veela heritage even though no one had thought it would manifest, and he was a wizard who had some experience in dealing with Aurors.
He could see why Draco had been sworn to secrecy, too. There were plenty of British Aurors who would have tried to sabotage the mission on principle, because they thought the French Veela should have worked more closely with the Aurors in their own country.
Draco was actually glancing at him now out of the corner of his eye, as if he thought Harry would turn out to be one of those Aurors. Harry grinned and made a show of waggling his tongue. Draco flushed a brilliant rose color and turned back to the Veela in front of him.
“We cannot decide this issue if we shout,” said Caleigh, and that made some people shut up and direct their gazes to the floor. “It is a contentious one, though. There is little room in our enclaves, and this dimension is hard to live in if you do not know and understand the land and the creatures.”
“Perhaps help teaching, then?” Draco offered. “But they might not need much. I wasn’t a Veela before I came here, and I began to understand some of the things around me without any teaching.”
“That’s because you’re—” said someone behind Caleigh. Harry was just as glad that the Veela leader turned around and glared, cutting them off before Harry had to do something about them and their insults to Draco.
“We might be able to help them with that,” Caleigh acknowledged, turning back around. “But we shall have to discuss it, and frankly, I am not ready to have any of them settle in Asovima if they are sheltering a murderer.”
“But the humans wanted to peer into their homes!” Jenara’s wings were fanning back and forth now, hard enough that Harry felt some of the wind stir his hair. “How can you defend that, Caleigh?”
“I was not. I was only saying that I want to be sure they are not bringing us more trouble—”
“The Veela might have been defending their mate!”
Caleigh opened his mouth to argue, and Draco sighed a little. He signaled with one hand to Harry. Harry nodded. He agreed that for now, the Veela were going to argue and simply forget about them. He leaned against the wall next to Draco, and watched as several Veela jumped in on Jenara’s side of the argument, others tried to take up what Caleigh was saying, and others offered compromises that weren’t going to please anyone.
“What do you think about the message?” he asked quietly.
“I think it makes sense,” Draco said. “And if they are hiding a murderer, then this dimension will at least be free of wizards for them to kill.” He draped his right wing around Harry. “But honestly? I don’t care as much as I did when the Ministry chose me for this mission. I want to go home and be with my mate and pass any tests that they have for us as easily as we passed the one here.”
Harry smiled and leaned against Draco. He supposed he could do nothing yet, unless someone required him to take a more active part in the debate.
I can’t remember when the last time was that I was happy doing nothing.
Draco is better for me than I realized.
*
Thunderbird: Thank you!
No, the Veela wouldn't sabotage them. They were sure Harry and Draco would fail as it was.
SickPuppy: The Veela are trying to deal with dashed expectations!
Katesplay68: Lucky you, you get Harry and Draco having sex and Draco's message in the same chapter!
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