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Elven Desire	By : StrawberryGirl87 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12513 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Fourteen
The moment the six of them got back to the Burrow, Narcissa was whisked away to be treated for her injuries. It took Molly and Arthur an hour to finally seal the cursed wounds that Lucius had inflicted on the poor woman and they had had to put her into an enchanted sleep so that she could recover from the shock. No one was in any doubt that she would have died if she had been left much longer in the state she had been in when she had arrived. That did not however, in Molly and Arthur’s opinions, excuse the actions of the five teenagers.
The moment they knew that Narcissa would survive the night, Molly rounded on the five of them; they at least had the decency to look ashamed as she berated them for being so recklessly stupid. She had never thought that they would be so idiotic as to go running off into danger, not now the war was over. Despite their track record with doing such things she had foolishly hoped that the Great Battle of Hogwarts had at least taught them some self-preservation but apparently not.
None of them said a word; even Draco, who hadn’t had any previous experience with Mrs Weasley’s angry tirades, knew better than interrupt Molly when she was shouting at them. He didn’t have a death wish, though that wasn’t the opinion of Mrs Weasley at that moment. She had never been so angry at them, not even when Ron had stolen that damned flying car of Arthur’s. The thing that angered her the most was not that they had defied her word, that was secondary; what bothered her most was that she could have lost them tonight. She had thought that those fears were behind her now; she had already lost so much to war, both in the first one and the second one. Her nerves couldn’t stand it if those worries carried on now.
About halfway through their telling off Kingsley Shacklebolt, head Auror and soon to be Minster for Magic arrived looking sombre, though he rarely looked anything else. Despite looking less than pleased, he waited patiently for his turn; standing back and allowing Mrs Weasley all the time she needed to vent her frustration and anger out on the teenagers. When Molly finally ran out of steam he stood up and began his own lecture. His was far more sever and held a lot more warning to it than the mothering telling off they had already received.
“If the five of you want to chase after dark wizards and rescue people then I suggest you finish your education and then train to become Aurors,” he said, pointedly looking at Harry as he spoke. “I can guarantee that each and every one of you will be accepted on to the training program once you have graduated, if that is where you want to be, because of the parts you played in defeating Voldemort and ending the war. However, if you insist on continuing to recklessly run off like a group of vigilantes, putting yourselves in danger and duelling when you haven’t had the proper training, then I will have no choice but to see to it that, you face disciplinary action.”
Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all exchanged looks of worry between them as they muttered their apologies for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. However, even though they were sorry for the worry and the upset they had caused, none of them could bring themselves to regret the action they had taken. In making the choice to go to Malfoy Manor they had saved Narcissa’s life. There was no guarantee the Aurors would have reached her in time.
Throughout the lecturing Harry’s mind was focused on only one thing. He had survived another killing curse, the third one in his life time to date. He had saved Draco’s life, and that made it worth it, but he couldn’t figure out how. The first time his mother had died to save him, the second time it had been because he’d had a part of Voldemort inside of him and he and Tom Riddle were connected. Surely that meant that he should no longer be immune to the killing curse. Or perhaps his body had adjusted; he had technically died during the final battle. He’d learnt to throw of the Imperius curse in fourth year. The cruciatus curse had had no effect on him when Voldemort had cast it on him in the clearing when he had come back from the dead.
Such a freak. That single thought rang through his mind. He couldn’t just be normal; he couldn’t have just died a hero’s death, saving his boyfriend from being killed. Oh no, it couldn’t be that simple, nothing ever was for the sodding boy-who-lived. Harry felt Draco take his hand as Molly dismissed them all up to bed. It was late, they were all tired and it had been one hell of an evening. All five teenagers were happy to retire to their rooms.
In the confusion and stress of everything it completely slipped Molly’s mind that Narcissa had been placed in the only guest bedroom they had, which left Draco with nowhere that would be, in her mind, acceptable to sleep. Harry was rather glad that she hadn’t thought about it because it meant that Draco would be sleeping in his room. There were two beds in there, not that Harry thought they’d use them both; he had no intention of letting his boyfriend go this evening, not when he had come so close to losing him completely.
They began to climb the stairs in silence, none of them saying a word. It was Ron who got up the courage to speak first, with a smile on his face he slapped Draco on the back; “Welcome to the family mate,” he said.
“Excuse me?” Draco asked, a little perplexed as to where that had come from.
“You aren’t really part of the family until Mum has caught you doing something she disapproves of and given you a proper telling off,” Ron explained.
“You’ll know when she considers you as her own son when you get a howler in the mail,” Ginny said with a grin. “Harry’s the only one of us that has escaped that privilege, though he’s had more than his fair share of disapproval to make up for it.”
“Well I’m … honoured,” Draco said not really knowing what to say. The Weasley family were so unlike anything he had ever known a family to be. The Malfoy’s looked after their own, blood was everything, they would never take in strays like Molly and Arthur did. Though Draco couldn’t have been more grateful for their kind hearts than he was on this night. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if they had turned him and his dying mother away.
“With that aside, I want to know how Harry survived,” Hermione said, her brain, as always, in overdrive as the hundreds of thoughts and ideas went through it, trying to explain what should have been impossible.
“Mione, I don’t want to think about it right now,” Harry said, “I don’t know how or why and for the moment I don’t care. I just don’t want anyone to know.” Hermione nodded in understanding. She could only imagine the up roar there would be if the world found out that he had survived yet another killing curse. To survive it once was meant to be impossible but to do it three times, now that was truly remarkable.
Ginny retired to her bedroom alone, Ron and Hermione heading off together for Ron’s room while Harry and Draco making their way to the twin’s old bedroom. Their hands remained joined and they walked in silence. The door had been thrown open in their absence, the chest of drawers put back where they belonged. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that the fireplace that had once been concealed behind it was no longer there. Molly would have wanted to make sure that no more disappearing acts took place under her nose.
“So …” Harry began, “This is where I sleep,” he said, staring at the floor, biting his lip nervously. Draco took the opportunity to look around the room, something that in his earlier panic he had failed to do. He was surprised to see that the only thing that belonged to Harry was the Hogwarts trunk, flung open with its contents spilling over the top. He had failed to personalise the space in any other way. Aside from the rather messy trunk the only other sign that the room was being used was the unmade bed, there were two in the room and the second looked as if it hadn’t been touched in months. “It used to be the twins room …” Harry mumbled, suddenly overwhelmed with nerves. He was about to sleep in the same room, if not the same bed, as his boyfriend.
Draco however had other plans; he closed the bedroom door with a light kick with his foot before pulling Harry into him, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. “You saved my life,” the blonde said, his voice barely a whisper as they wrapped their arms around each other, holding one another close.
Harry gave an awkward shrug from the position he now found himself in, stood chest to chest with his dominant, “It’s kinda what I do,” he said sheepishly, looking up into swirling molten eyes, losing himself in their intensity. Draco glared at him but remained holding him close regardless. No matter how angry he was at his boyfriend for what he had done, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to hold him like this and to share their warmth and enjoy his sweet scent.
“You don’t understand, you’re my submissive, I’m meant to protect you, not the other way around…” Draco said, angry at himself for allowing it to happen and angry at Harry too. The two of them were already in enough trouble, Draco knew the Elven law well enough by now to know that if the council found out about this then it was more than likely that he wouldn’t be considered a strong enough dominant to look after and protect Harry.
If Draco had been thinking clearly the moment he found out that his mother was in danger then he wouldn’t have allowed Harry to come with him when he ran off to Malfoy Manor, he wouldn’t have allowed any of them to go to for the sake of saving his mother. It was something he should have done on his own. He would have kept his submissive safe if he had gone alone but instead he had put Harry in the position where he had had to protect him, which wasn’t right.
When he had seen the killing curse hit Harry squarely in the chest, Draco had thought that his life was over, both of their lives. In that moment when the young and recklessly brave Gryffindor had fallen to the floor the blonde hadn’t cared about anything but Harry. His mother had been slowly bleeding to death not more than a few meters away and he just hadn’t cared. The only thing on his mind was Harry. It was startling just how important one person could become in such a short amount of time. Draco wanted to cling to him and never let go, never let anything or anyone hurt him again.
“Dray …” Harry began, sounding utterly hopeless as the reality of what had happened truly began to sink into him, “I might be new to all of this but I’m still me, I’m still going to do whatever it takes to protect those that I … care about.”
Harry hadn’t given it any thought when he had realised what Lucius had been about to do. The thought of watching Draco’s life be struck out as if it meant nothing and by his own father too, he had hated it. He was beginning to realise that no matter what he told himself about falling in love, it wasn’t as easy as just deciding not to do it. Draco had slithered into his heart somehow and now Harry couldn’t imagine living without him. He wasn’t ready to say it, that was a step too far, but he couldn’t deny that he was feeling it, whether he wanted it or not.
“Even be a reckless idiot?” Draco queried and Harry gave him a soft smile and a nod.
“I’m a Gryffindor remember, it comes as part of the package,” Harry said with a slight smirk as he looked up at Draco, studying his concerned eyes. They had a lot to work on between them. Harry’s hero complex and insecurities were not going to go away overnight. Draco’s possessive protectiveness was also something they would have to work on, however, while they had each other both teenagers were sure that they would somehow survive whatever obstacles were thrown in front of them.
“Well stop because I’m not worth you losing your life for,” Draco said defiantly, still glaring at his mate, “There are hundreds of dominants who could take my place as your mate, there is only one you. You’re rare, beautifully so. The council would skin me alive if they knew what had happened tonight.”
“Draco, you’re more than worth it and I don’t regret what I did, and don’t worry about the damned council, they aren’t going to find out and I’ll kill them too if they tried to hurt you,” Harry said with sincerity. The blond just sighed, looking at his mate and wondering if he really was the best option for Harry. The Slytherin could never let the precious submissive end up in the hands of any dominant like Blaise but he was seriously questioning if he would be strong enough or able to protect Harry the way he should.
“Maybe you should regret what you did, you could have died. Did you know that that curse wouldn’t actually kill you?” he asked, looking to Harry imploringly and was horrified when the submissive Elven shook his head, looking a little sheepish as he admitted this.
“I didn’t know that I’d survive. I saw your father, I knew what he was going to do and all I could think about was making sure you didn’t die.”
Draco let out an exasperated breath, closing his eyes, an undeniable pain in his chest at the words the Gryffindor spoke. He had hoped that Harry might have known that the killing curse wouldn’t affect him anymore, it had been a vague hope but one he had clung to regardless. However his hope had now been dashed as it came to light that Harry really had meant to die in his place.
Harry took his opportunity and leaned up, placing his lips to Draco’s, winding his arms around the blonde’s neck, deepening their kiss. Taken by surprise the Slytherin parted his lips and allowed his Gryffindor to distract him with kisses.
“Can we not talk about it anymore,” he pleaded. “It happened and we can’t change that. I just want to sleep with you next to me.” Draco smiled and nodded.
“Alright mon amour, do you have spare pyjamas?” he asked and watched, intrigued as Harry flushed scarlet.
“I… umm … I don’t …” Harry mumbled in embarrassment, struggling to find the words.
“You sleep naked?” Draco asked raising an amused eyebrow.
“In my boxers,” Harry admitted and Draco smirked, butting the tip of his nose against Harry’s and placing a soft kiss to his lips.
“I think that will be fine,” he returned as he reached down for the hem of Harry’s t-shirt, lifting it up so that his fingertips grazed against the bare skin of Harry’s back causing an involuntary gasp to escape the Gryffindor’s lips.
“Draco … I …” Harry began to say but Draco cut him off with a kiss. Lacking the bravado that a stomach full of fire whiskey gave him he was nervous and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was ready for this.
“Not tonight,” the blond reassured and Harry nodded grateful for the reassurance that tonight would not be the night that they bonded officially. Draco brought Harry’s t-shirt up and over his head, discarding it toward the over flowing trunk at the foot of the bed.
Taking his time, Draco started by kissing the Gryffindor, their tongues leisurely intertwining, before he began moving down Harry’s jaw, to the nape of his neck where he sucked and nibbled, causing groans of pleasure to be issued from the submissive. The blond was only satisfied and happy to move on when he was sure that there would be a mark there for all to see. There would be no doubt in anyone’s mind that Harry had been being intimate with someone.
Moving down, Draco kissed his way down Harry’s magnificent chest, feeling a pang of jealousy that the entire wizarding world had seen it, had a photograph to admire, however in the wake of this feeling he also felt overwhelming smugness that he was the only person that got to touch it, to run his tongue over the taut, muscled stomach and hear the groans that were emitted as a result.
Falling to his knees, Draco popped open the button on Harry’s jeans, the Gryffindor gasped as the Slytherin tucked his thump into the waistband of his trousers, slowly lowering them to the floor, taking the time to gently caress his thighs along the way.
“Dray…” Harry gasped out as the blond brushed lightly against his hardening cock. Draco smiled as he paid particular attention to kissing and marking Harry’s hips, gripping the small of his mates back as he worked his tongue over tensed abdominal muscles that had been honed through years of Quidditch training.
“Lie down on the bed,” Draco said, his voice soft once he had worked his way up Harry’s chest with gentle caresses with his lips and tongue, making Harry squirm with pleasure. The Gryffindor nodded mutely, doing as he was told without question; scooting on to his unmade bed, he watched Draco remove his clothing. Harry’s emerald green eyes sweeping over every deliberate movement that the Slytherin made as the blond stripped himself down to his underwear, leaving them in similar states of undress.
Draco discarded his shirt and jeans into a pile along with Harry’s dirty clothes and he then made his way to join his submissive mate on the bed. He could feel the Gryffindor’s frantically beating heart against his chest as they lay together, Draco pulling the single duvet over them both.
The single bed was a little too narrow and the two of them had to lie on their sides, pressed tightly together to fit. Neither of them minded this too much as their obvious erections strained against the cotton fabric of their boxers, rubbing together and causing a delicious friction. Fingertips began to roam over exposed skin, familiarising themselves with the feel of each other’s bodies. Lips meeting in feverish kisses.
The blond took control, pushing Harry on to his back, settling himself on top of the raven haired teen, between his legs to maximise the contact between their erections. Grinding into his submissive mate Draco continued to ravish Harry with his mouth, taking great pleasure with the Gryffindor’s enthusiastic response.
“Oh … Merlin…” Harry gasped out as they ground together, he could feel his climax building, feeling the familiar tightness in his balls as his orgasm built. He gasped out his boyfriends name as he spilled his load into his boxers, Draco coming only moments later, biting down upon his mates shoulder to keep himself from crying out.
Rolling off of Harry, Draco pulled his boyfriend close to him so that his submissive mate’s back was against his chest, their hearts beating frantically, breathing ragged. The blonde curled his arms around the younger teenager, burying his head into the soft raven locks. The sweet scent was mixed with his own and that of sex. It was enough to make his cock twitch with renewed interest but there wouldn’t be any more fooling around this evening as they were both beyond exhausted. Without further words they both fell into a contented sleep, curled up in each other’s arms.
HPDM
In the early hours of the morning Draco stirred as Harry began tossing and turning in his sleep, groaning and grimacing, screwing his face up as if he were in immense amount of pain, and emotionally Draco could feel that he was. It made him think back because this was not the first time that their connection had found the blond feeling this broken and raw via Harry and it concerned him.
“Mon Amour,” Draco whispered softly, his arms tightening around a clearly distressed Harry. It took several attempts before cloudy emerald eyes blinked open to stare at the Slytherin with confusion. “You were having a nightmare,” Draco whispered soft and Harry nodded, he knew, he remembered, though he didn’t want to.
Harry turned so that the two of them were face to face, before snuggling into the embrace of his dominant, “I can’t lose you,” he murmured sleepily as his eyes drifted close once more, “Don’t leave me,” the Gryffindor’s voice drawn out as if his words were spoken in sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Draco reassured but Harry was already fast asleep and for the rest of the night he remained that way, the Slytherin staying awake with the line to Harry’s emotions remaining open just in case the nightmares came back but they did not. As dawn broke the blond was able to drift off into a light sleep, still alert in case his mate needed him.
HPDM
Draco had the good sense to muss up the extra bed in Harry’s room the next morning to make it appear that they hadn’t slept in the same bed all night. He highly doubted that Molly would be very approving if she knew. He let Harry sleep on, knowing that he probably needed it. Draco had watched the raven haired teen for several minutes, admiring the smooth and handsome face that was unmarred with worry lines, he looked as if he were a carefree young man without a care in the world, instead of the haunted one that Draco knew him to be.
The blond felt a little awkward as he left the bedroom to go in search of the bathroom, needed to relieve himself. It became even more uncomfortable when he bumped into Hermione coming down the stairs. She was fully dressed thankfully but Draco on the other hand had pulled on a pair of Harry’s jeans and nothing more. The intelligent witch however seemed completely un-phased by the fact that Draco Malfoy was stood half naked in front of her as she asked to speak to him.
“Umm… sure,” Draco said looking a little awkward.
“It’s about Harry,” she began seriously and at once this caught Draco’s attentions.
“What about Harry, is he okay?” Draco asked in a slight panic, thinking that there was maybe something wrong. He had certainly seemed alright to him but maybe there was something else that he didn’t know. While he waited for Hermione to speak endless awful thoughts crossed his mind about unseen problems that could be ailing his mate.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, you probably have but I wanted to mention it anyway” Hermione said, spilling her concerns in regards to her best friend in somewhat of a rush, “he hasn’t been eating very much, he skips more meals than he eats and when he does sit down to eat with the rest of us, he barely touches his food. He hasn’t been coping very well; before he came into his inheritance he barely spoke a word to anyone. I just wanted to make sure you knew so you could keep an eye on him.”
“I had noticed,” Draco mused, realising how bad it must be if Hermione had noticed and thought that she ought to mention it to him. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of him.”
“I’m not sure what it meant yesterday for him to survive that killing curse again but I’m worried about him. I don’t think he’s coping very well since the war ended and he won’t talk about it, none of us do. Last year was difficult for all of us, we barely ate, couldn’t sleep, everything has changed and yet we just seemed to have gone back to our old lives as if nothing happened,” Hermione told him.
It took Draco by surprise to hear her talking so openly about the goings on of the previous year. Of course she kept things vague and if he had thought about it he probably could have come to the logical conclusion about most of it by himself. He hadn’t thought that they were swanning off having a whale of a time while everyone else suffered. That wasn’t the style of these particular Gryffindor’s. However, to hear the pain in her voice, that was something else.
“He won’t have to go through that ever again, I’m going to make sure of it,” Draco said, trying to reassure her but there was a dubious look in her eye that said she couldn’t quite have faith in his words.
“I’m not saying that you won’t try but you can’t do it alone,” she said, “these arrived for him this morning, early. One of them is from …”
“The Elven council,” Draco said as he accepted the two letters addressed to Harry. Draco recognised the seal from when he had received his own letter.
“Exactly,” she said, “Now they know about him … I’ve read all the books Draco, I know what they’re going to try and force him to do.”
“I’m not going to let that happen!” Draco said with a snarl in his tone, he hated the thought of Harry being bonded to any one that wasn’t him, having children with another man, being used as a common whore to further the Elven race. Draco was going to do everything in his power to stop that from happening.
“No you’re not and you’re going to need our help,” Hermione said and to her surprise Draco nodded.
HPDM
The moment after he had showered Draco had looked in on his mother who still slept soundly. Her injuries were healing well and eventually she would return to perfect physical health but Molly had insisted on keeping her in a magically induced sleep for a couple more days to allow her to heal. Draco hadn’t pushed the matter, knowing that Molly would never do anything to hurt Narcissa, despite the bad blood between the families. Knowing that his mother was in safe, capable hands he had headed downstairs for breakfast and to find the others.
Draco had watched with a frown as Harry pushed his breakfast aside, having barely touched any of it as he walked into the kitchen and sat down beside his boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss to the temple as he did so. Harry was far more interested in the two letters that had arrived for him before he’d even woken up than the meal in front of him or the boyfriend to his side. The first letter he hadn’t really wanted to read but Draco told him that it was important. That was why he had opened the letter from the Elven Council first.
Dear Mr Harry Potter,
Congratulations on coming into your Elven inheritance this past summer. It has come to our attention that you lack proper guidance seeing as both your parents are no longer with you. For this reason we will be sending a council member to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. He will keep a close eye on you and answer any questions you may have.
The Elven Council
Harry had known that once they found out that they might do something like this. He had handed the letter to Draco who had frowned. Hermione had peered over his shoulder to read and even she had her two sickles to say on the matter, however Harry just drained them out. He was far too happy to burst that bubble with worry.
Last night he had experienced his first shared orgasm, he had shared his bed with his gorgeous boyfriend and the nightmares that were usually the cause of a rather raw throat in the morning seemed to have been starved off by the presence of Draco curled around him. He didn’t care much for the Elven council sending someone to watch over him, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it; what would happen, would happen regardless of stressing and worrying about it. Instead he turned his attention to the second letter that he’d received.
Dear Mr Potter,
The Tutshill Tornados have heard of your wonderful skills as a Seeker from our current Keeper, Oliver Wood and it has been suggested that we come to watch one of your matches this year now that you’ve been made Quidditch captain for your house team. If your skills are as renowned as we have been told it would give us great pleasure in offering you the position of team Seeker. If you are interested in the position we will arrange for a scout to be at one of your matches.
Sincerely, club manager
Tucket Jones

Harry was grinning from ear to ear. Abandoning his breakfast completely he gave Ron a sharp prod in the stomach, shoving the letter in front of his eyes. Draco giving his boyfriend an odd look as Ron’s eyes went wide. Ginny, curious, looked over to see what the two of them were so speechless over. Upon scanning the contents of the letter her mouth went wide in amazement.
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked, looking at the two Weasley’s and Harry.
“Harry’s been offered a place as the Seeker for the Tutshill tornados,” Ginny said as the other two were still unable to process anything from the excitement. The two of them were acting like thirteen year old fan-girls with unintelligible noises floating between them. One offer of a place on a professional Quidditch team and the hero of the wizarding world was reduced to a jibbering, overwhelmed idiot.
“I don’t understand, is that good?” Hermione asked in confusion and Draco just smiled at her, more than a little proud of his mate.
“It’s more than good, it’s bloody brilliant!” Ron said as he read over the letter for the fifth time.
“The tornados are top of the league, normally to play for such a high calibre team you have to be playing for years, starting at the bottom, working your way up. It seems Harry gets to skip all of that and go straight to the top.” Draco took great pleasure in explaining this to Hermione, not because there was very little that she ever needed explained to her but because he was overwhelmingly proud of his boyfriend for the achievement. The fact that Harry had been offered a place on such a prestigious Quidditch team when he was only eighteen years old was astounding
The entire mood within the Burrow had shifted. The anger at their actions the previous evening were gone and replaced with contentment. Molly and Arthur had been so proud when Harry had told them about the offer of being a professional Quidditch player. Molly thought that that was a much better profession for her adopted son than being a dark wizard catcher and Draco was inclined to agree with her. Neither of them much liked the idea that Harry would carry on with the very thing that had haunted him his entire life.
When Draco pictured his future with Harry he saw them together, surrounded by their children happy and smiling. He didn’t want his mate putting his life in danger on a daily basis. Draco may not have agreed with Blaise’s reaction nor his actions but the sentiment behind them was true. No dominant would ever want their submissive in such a position. However Draco wasn’t about to mention anything of the sort, he valued his relationship with Harry far too much for that. He knew that the Gryffindor wouldn’t take kindly to being told what to do with his life, it was something that had happened since he got to Hogwarts at age eleven. He deserved the freedom to make his own choices now that he didn’t have a destiny to fulfil.
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