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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14
The yolovelovers followed closely behind Professor Snape as the trio headed directly towards the Headmaster's office. The strangeness of the action didn't affect them as much as they thought as they rounded corners and made their way down corridors. Harry had been defeating monstrous creatures for four years and Draco was the son of Lucius Malfoy. It was another thing to surpass, yet it was the greatest task to complete.
"Here they are!" The trio heard Professor McGonagall exclaim as they ascended the secret staircase.
Professor Dumbledore stood behind his desk, waving his hand horizontally in an elegant manner, inviting them in to take a seat. Harry ironically took a seat in the wooden chair with his fingernail imprints still visible. Surprisingly, Snape gave his plush chair to Draco and Professor McGonagall transfigured two books into chairs for her and Snape to rest in. "Lemon drop?" He received "no thank-yous' and proceeded by nodding his head. "Very well. As Snape has informed you, Voldemort has truly increased his power and is preparing, thanks to the news your father has provided him, Mr. Malfoy, to take the child you are carrying as soon as the time is right."
Draco's face severely paled as he attempted to sink into the chair, his grey eyes closed, his brain shutting out his surroundings. "Why," he mumbled as he desperately tried to pull his knees up and close to his chest.
Harry leaned over his armrest and grasped Draco's shoulder to shake him lightly. "Why what, Draco?" His slender fingers slid up the other boy's neck to rub his cheeks gently. "How," Harry turned his questioning towards Dumbledore. "How do we defeat Voldemort and protect the child simultaneously?"
The Headmaster popped a lemon drop into his mouth. "I am not completely sure, my boy. You see, you must defeat Voldemort without Draco near you. Young Malfoy should most definitely remain here under my care."
"I understand, sir." The young hero looked back to Draco, who had opened his tearing eyes and sat there motionless, simply absorbing the information given to him and analyzing his emotions toward this event that will be upon them soon. Harry could do nothing more than to brush the boy's cheek with his tender fingertips.
Draco reached his left hand towards his face and hid the tears that silently fell. Professor McGonagall stood from her seat and prompted to transfigure it back to it's natural state. She glanced at the paperback cover and sternly looked at the Headmaster. "Muggle romance novels?"
Harry grinned and was relieved to see Draco smiling behind his tear covered hand. The potions teacher rose swiftly from his chair and straightened his robe. "I have had enough contact with romance for today. I shall be heading to my office to prepare the next term's assignments." His dark eyes darted from the le tle to McGonagall to Dumbledore before he nodded and exited the office.
Dumbledore blushed lightly, but the red tint of his cheeks was highly visible against his white beard. "Then, that is all for now." He popped yet another lemon drop into his mouth as the young boys stood from their seats, Harry grasping Draco's hand as they left solemnly, but hopeful.
New Years eve had finally arrived, making Harry nervous as he paced his own dorm room, reciting words of love, simple poetry, any string of syllables that would perfectly describe his feelings and the question he wanted to propose. His baggy dusty blue jeans practically swept the wooden floor as he walked to and fro, his hand rubbing a small black velvet box in his left pant's pocket. He took a deep breath and fanned himself with this Potion's notebook. Tonight would definitely be a mental wreck for him until he said what he was still desperately planning on saying.
Soon, the evening arrived and Draco had taken a good portion of the afternoon making the Slytherin common room as comfortable and romantic as possible. Red, gold, emerald and silver candles floated in the air harmoniously for the first time ever. A fire was roaring in the fireplace warming the cool dungeon air the best it could and with a little enchantment, the air became even warmer even though Harry's presence could have done the same. The young boy was dressed in a pair of stretchy cobalt pants and a coal-black sweater, exposing his delicate neck. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation and had a one-sided conversation with his baby until Harry entered the chamber.
Draco stood and ran a hand through his platinum locks which only fell next to his face after his hand had retracted. "Hey."
"Hey," Harry greeted warmly and stepped forward to embrace his lover in a tender hug, sweat already appearing on his forehead under his auburn bangs.
The Slytherin pulled away first, pointing towards an oak table against the wall with a selection of sandwich meats, fruits and vegetables. "I had some elves bring some food down."
Harry smiled brightly at the sight and was pleased Draco had thought of dinner. The Gryffindor scanned the fresh fruit and after deciding on a scrumptious appearing pear, he began to devour it while Draco looked on from afar, resting on the leather couch, his aching feet propped up on a matching leather footstool. "Tired already?"
"Nah," Draco drawled out leisurely. "I am just not used to this weight yet." Chuckling lightly, Harry sat beside his boyfriend and patted his thigh gently. "You've only gained about fifteen pounds. You have a lot more weight to gain before you give birth." He groaned at the thought of becoming even larger and rubbed his belly. "So, will I be ugly when I become fatter?" Draco turned his worried gaze towards Harry, his azure eyes seeking honesty.
Harry swallowed the last of the pear in his mouth and discarded the rest in a wastebasket beside the couch. Hesitantly, he slipped his right hand in his pocket, mentally fumbling on when to pull the velvet square from its lair. His anxious emeralds met that worried gaze and he choked.
Draco narrowed his eyes, examining his lover and leaned closer to the slightly trembling boy. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Oh, um," Harry mumbled, "I...." The sweat from his forehead began its slow descent over his ever flushing face.
"You what?" Draco scooted even closer, their thighs rubbing, creating a light but pleasing friction.
A surge of lust traveled through Harry's body, pausing in his lower regions. "Have something," he muttered as Draco's hand now rested on that same thigh in contact with the other. Suddenly, a lower extremity twitched, catching the Slytherin's azure gaze.
He licked his pink lips at the sight of denim stretching over Harry's member. "You have something to, let's say, give me?"
"Exactly!" he gasped as he felt one of those small fragile hands moving back and forth over his leg, each stroke moving further north until it came into indirect contact with his penis at almost full attention within the confines of his jeans.
"And I, you, Harry." Draco moved his massaging hand upwards to lightly push Harry backwards, hoping the boy would willingly give in and realize what he had in mind. Harry felt himself being pushed back and complied, his lean body sinking into the cushions, his feet now upon them as well, his legs being spread apart as Draco maneuvered in between them. "Draco," he spoke softly.
"Hmmm.," Draco mumbled as he lowered his lips to Harry's soft flesh just below his right ear to softly suck, nibble and occasionally bite leaving pale red marks on that tanned skin. After a few minutes of snacking, feeding off the sheer taste of Harry's skin and the stifled moans he heard, Draco raised his head to look into those emerald depths. "What did you want to give me before I continue?"
Shaking, Harry reached into his pocket, grabbed the box to reveal to his lover. As he observed Draco's eyes widen, he opened the box with his trembling fingers and rotated it, so that the plush grey interior could be seen with a single silver ring held erect by a slit in the cushion. "Draco?"
Draco's eyes watered as he looked down at Harry, holding that box containing that beautiful ring. "Yes?" His voice wavered with excitement.
He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, feeling the lump in his throat enlarge. "Would you do the honor of marrying me?"
"But, Harry..."
"When we're old enough," Harry added quickly, grabbing Draco's hand to place the ring on his left ring finger, and carefully watching Draco's emotions spread across his face. Soon, one emotion prevailed and a blinding smile emerged.
"Yes, Harry. I will marry you." He barely noticed the smile on Harry's face before his lips were crushing the other boy's in a wildly, passionate kiss. Hands found their way to his back and the back of his neck, pulling them closer, his stomach firmly pressed against his lover's, but it was a pleasant feeling, having their gift feel both of them, to take part in the festive occasion. Harry sighed happily as their kiss ended, but he was soon fully aware of the lust in him as Draco nibbled again on his flesh and soon discovered that he was wearing a button up shirt. Slipping his eyes closed, he felt a moist warmth travel down his well-defined chest, toned by Quidditch, and his nipples were also victims of the Draco nibbling. Moaning lightly, he reached a hand down, feeling for that soft platinum hair.
His hair was found and he felt those limber fingers weaving into his locks and tugging slightly as he neared his destination, unzipping the other boy's pants painfully slow, the quivering member free to be exposed and unconstrained with no underwear as a hindrance. Draco proceeded rapidly by licking the entire length, bringing more moans from the sweating and subjugated Gryffindor.
Harry's chest began to heave as breathing became labored after Draco had fully taken his entire length into that warm cavern, sucking and licking, his head rubbing against the back of the Slytherin's throat. The utter thought of the action Draco was performing was enough to make him orgasm, but to have it actually happening, drove Harry almost towards insanity. Inaudible words and moans of his lover's name spilled from his parted lips, chapped from the constant moistening with saliva.
Draco sped up his exploit, his head bobbing vertically almost fiercely, bringing Harry closer every second. Soon, he was gifted with the salty essence of his lover and swallowed it eagerly, memorizing the groan Harry emitted as he came and the beautiful sound of Harry's after-sex panting and purr-like noises.
The Gryffindor opened his eyes finally as he felt Draco resting that precious head on his bare chest. He chuckled lightly. "I bet the baby will appreciate the extra protein." He was answered with a chuckle as they drifted off to sleep, Draco wearing his ring proudly.
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