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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: There is a lemon in this chapter, so I would like to remind you all that this story is for people of age 18+. If you are under the age of 18, perhaps you would like to read the censored version of this story on fanfiction.

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            Draco had Thursday night and all day Friday to think about Harry’s proposal. Was he ready to let Harry wank him? He had been ready three weeks ago, but now he wasn’t so certain. And when he still didn’t know Friday night, he decided to pay his mother a visit. He got permission from Professor Snape and then left through the floo in his office. Harry had been in there serving another detention, so Draco waved to him as he left.

            Mother was doing well and told him that Professor Snape had already put a fidelius charm on their villa in France, but there were still several other charms he needed to add before she could move. Her long-estranged sister, Aunt Andromeda, had been stopping by and keeping her company, along with a cousin he had never met, apparently named Dora, but went by Tonks.

            “If we’re going to be traitors, we might as well be blood-traitors too,” mother said in explanation of why she was communicating with the undesirables in the family again.

            Draco thought that that comment was a good sign that mother might approve of his relationship with Harry, so he bit his lip a bit and then told her. He didn’t tell her everything, especially the rape, and he didn’t mention that they were already dating. Instead he kept it simple and said, “Harry Potter has asked me out on a date, with the intention of courting me for marriage as soon as he kills the Dark Lord. What do you advise I do mother?”

            Mother looked at him funny for a moment, then gave him a hug, and said, “Do what’s in your heart, my fierce dragon. Just do it covertly until the war ends. It will be good to have a Potter in the family.”

            Draco was encouraged by that statement and proceeded to tell his mother about all of Harry’s better qualities, such as an attraction and desire for her son. Mother seemed agreeable and even smiled at him frequently, even saying things like, “My little boy is going up.” Did all mothers have to say that? Draco was fairly sure there was a mothering handbook that included the necessity for such statements.

            Mother also mentioned the need for them to build ties with Dumbledore’s side, in order to plan for all eventualities, including that the Dark Lord would not win. She certainly didn’t tell him to all out and abandon his old friends, instead encouraging him to be discreet about his shifting loyalties. She also encouraged him to form new ties, or strengthen existing ties, with non-Death Eaters. So overall, Draco took his mother’s advice as quite encouraging of his possible relationship with Harry.

            Mother’s opinion carried a lot of weight with Draco and after spending the night and morning with his mother, he was ready to go back to Hogwarts and tell Harry just what he decided.

            When he got to the room of requirement, the door was already visible, as usual, so he opened it and went right in. Harry had been over at the beach, but when he heard the door, he looked up, before running to greet Draco with a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. Draco encouraged him, so he deepened the kiss to an all-out snog, but Draco stopped him.

            “Fancy a snog on the beach?” Draco asked.

            “Merlin, yeah,” Harry replied with a grin, as he and Draco started walking the short distance to the beach.

            “Let me just change first. Do you already have your trunks on then?” Draco asked.

            “Um no, I don’t. I was kind of wondering if you wanted to get your broom and go for a fly before we get in the water,” Harry answered.

            “Yeah, a fly sounds nice; I’ll just go get my broom then,” Draco replied.

            “Wait, you don’t have to go just yet. We could snog a bit first,” Harry suggested with a smirk.

            “No, because if I return to the dungeons with swollen lips then everyone’s gonna want to know what I was doing,” Draco replied, being familiar with the great number of gossips in his house.

            “Please?”

            “No, you’ll just have to wait.”

            “Fine,” Harry conceded. “But be quick?”

            “Yeah, sure thing,” Draco replied, before taking off to retrieve his broom. Draco was considering accio’ing it, but thought that might cause notice if any of the intervening corridors were crowded and the last thing he wanted was for someone to notice that he was holed up in the room of requirement with the boy who lived.

            While Harry waited, he began to miss Draco and wish that he hadn’t suggested flying, so he went over to his backpack, which he had left on the dresser in the hut, and checked where Draco was. Harry found Draco’s dot in the hallway just outside the Great Hall and heading quickly back in his direction, so Harry tucked the map away and went back to the beach. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Draco to know he had the map, but more that he didn’t want Draco to know that he’d been checking on him. Harry did that a lot these days, but then he’d been doing that a lot all year, so he didn’t think anything of it. It was a sort of subconscious habit these days.

            Draco returned quickly with his broom and he and Harry went for a fly around the room. Draco enjoyed the feel of the wind in his hair and the view was nice as they flew over lilac forests and azure oceans; he even spotted the outline of a shark in the water and white peacocks in the forest. He pointed them out to Harry, who seemed amazed that the animals could be inside the castle, so Draco took the liberty of reminding him that they were just transfigured, likely off of their own memories. Draco had peacocks in their garden at home, but had never seen a shark before in real life, only in books.

            “I saw a television program once about sharks,” Harry said as they flew.

            Draco didn’t know what a television program was, but he didn’t say anything about it, because he found it difficult to communicate while flying. In Quidditch it was a necessity, but to him, it was a pain and he would rather just fly. He and Harry made three laps around the room, before Draco headed down and Harry followed behind him. Although, the room wasn’t all that high, so Draco didn’t have far at all to go before he landed.

            “Maybe we can go for a fly outside sometime. Then we can get some real altitude,” Harry said when he landed, leaning his broom up against the hut on the dining patio side, next to Draco’s.

            “I don’t really want to go back to the Quidditch team and death defying stunts. I just did that to get your attention. I have it now, so I don’t need Quidditch. I’d rather fly in here and ask the room for a better view if you’re bored of this one,” Draco said, taking Harry’s hand.

            Harry smiled and started swinging their hands back and forth like he had seen the other muggle children do when he was little. “You certainly do have my attention and I like this view. I really do want to try snorkeling again; the cool water will be nice after a good fly,” Harry replied.

            “Yeah, okay. I’ll just go change then,” Draco said grabbing his school bag. Harry nodded so he headed towards the bathroom.

            Harry changed his clothes in the living room portion of the hut, while Draco changed in the bathroom. He went as quickly as possible, to be sure that he was done first and that Draco wouldn’t walk out on anything questionable when he exited the bathroom. He told Draco that he would wait for him to decide he was ready to take their relationship to the next level and he meant it. Therefore he was trying his hardest not to push Draco into anything today and had not even mentioned wanking.

            Draco changed slowly, wanting to give Harry enough time to change. He took off his school robes and changed into his swim trunks and his light summer robes, which was similar to a long, flowing shirt. It was the same indigo blue as his trunks and he normally wore this kind of robes when he went to the beach, not that he had gotten to go anywhere exotic last summer, what with father in Azkaban, but he and mother had still gone to the coast once.

            Harry was wearing one of the white t-shirts and the green and lilac trunks from the dresser in the hut. He had been unsure of what Draco meant by summer robe, but now that he saw it, he realized that it was similar enough to a t-shirt.

            Harry and Draco walked hand-in-hand down to the beach and found a pair of beach towels in the supply cabinet. They each grabbed one and laid them out on the beach, all the while Harry kept giving Draco playful little kisses. Once the towels were down, the boys followed, and Harry started snogging Draco in earnest.

            Snogging Harry still felt just as good as it had the first time, only now Draco was a little more used to it and knew what to expect. The contact still sent tingles down his spine and made his dick throb and pulse in his trunks. And his heart rate and breathing still sped up like he was playing Quidditch or in an intense duel. But there was also this fluttering in his stomach that seemed to grow and expand with anticipation each time. Only now it wasn’t sensory overload and his vision and other senses didn’t go black anymore.

            Now he could see Harry’s bright green eyes magnified through the glasses, so that they appeared even larger than they naturally were. He could see the thick black hair that Harry didn’t seem to know how to comb and that inspired him to reach out and take hold of it, sifting the silky strands through his fingers. He could see the blush of Harry’s cheeks and hear the pant of his breath that signaled that he was aroused too. And finally he noticed that Harry liked to lie on his stomach when they were snogging, propping himself up on his forearms, and make little motions in the sand underneath him.

            Harry found that Draco was very responsive and had a tendency to arch his back into his touch when his hand ran up underneath the summer robes and brushed against Draco’s pert little nipples or his firm lower abdomen, with the slight chiseling Harry loved so much. Draco also had a tendency to moan and writhe back and forth, and between that and the arching, Harry found it very hard not to ravage his sexy boyfriend, or at the very least, hump the ground with his throbbing cock. Harry’s cock was always throbbing and begging for attention whenever he was snogging Draco; thus Harry was quite proud of himself for resisting.

            Draco spent about five minutes trying to figure out what Harry was doing with his hips in the sand, before deciding that whatever it was, it was hot. Draco considered telling Harry about his decision to let Harry wank him, but he stopped himself, thinking that they would never get around to snorkeling if Harry wanked him first, because he would probably fall asleep afterwards. Either that or it would be awkward and Draco didn’t want his time snorkeling to be awkward, so instead, he pushed Harry back and said, “Maybe we should snorkel now, eh?”

            “Yeah, let’s have a go,” Harry replied, jumping up and offering his hand to Draco to help him up. Harry liked doing the little things for Draco and Draco seemed to like letting him do them, so it worked out well.

            Draco sorted out the snorkel gear and made sure Harry’s was on right before he put his own on and got in the water. The water was just the perfect temperature; warm, but not hot enough to boil the fish. Draco watched in amusement as once again Harry struggled to enter the water. Harry could be so graceful in the air or in the middle of a battle, but at other times, he seemed more like a fish out of water.

            Finally Harry was ready and he followed Draco in a circle around the indoor ocean. They saw some of the fish from the previous time, but this time they also saw a pair of giant sea turtles. Harry couldn’t believe how big they were; one was about four and a half feet long and the other was over five feet long. Draco said that was normal for sea turtles, but he also thought they should stop and watch the turtles for an extended period on time. Mostly the turtles stayed in one place and ate algae off the sea floor, but they saw one rise to the surface and gulp in air for a good five minutes before diving down again.

            Eventually Draco signaled that they should continue on. They saw some more fish and coral and even some black crabs and a few red sea anemones, but nothing nearly as cool as the sea turtles. Harry seemed fascinated by it all, but they had been in the water for over an hour and Draco was starting to get tired, so he led them back to the shore, casting a pair of drying charms as they got out and laid back down on the towels.

            Harry instantly went right back to where he’d left off with the snogging; all hot and bothered and violating the sand in a way that wasn’t entirely pleasant for his bits, but after a minute, Draco interrupted him again, rising up on his elbows. “Harry?”

            “Yeah?” Harry asked, kissing Draco again.

            “Do you still want to wank me?” Draco asked.

            Harry answered with a very forceful kiss that pushed Draco back into the ground. “That was a yes,” Harry said after a minute, just to be clear, but mostly to give Draco a chance to finish what he was saying.

            “So I was thinking that it would be alright if you wanked me, provided it went no further than wanking,” Draco said after taking a minute to catch his breath. Harry had a way of taking his breath away that just seemed to be natural to him.

            “Um, is now alright?” Harry asked just to make sure.

            When Draco nodded, Harry practically tore Draco’s trunks down to get as his cock. Draco’s cock was just as wonderful and magnificent as he remembered. It was a little smaller than the largest ones in his sex book, but it was definitely bigger than the smallest ones in that book, and that was saying something, because all of the cocks in the book were huge. It seemed to be about a foot long and as wide as his arm. Well the head was slightly thicker than his arm, while the shaft was a bit thinner than his arm, but if he averaged the two, then they were about the same. Harry very much appreciated the over-all shape of said cock.

            Draco was rather nervous to be naked in front of Harry, but Harry dove right in and started touching him. It felt so good to finally get some friction on his dick after all of that snogging; each press of Harry’s cool fingers into his heated skin felt like a little explosion of pleasure. Draco’s balls were starting to ache with need for release, even though the wanking had barely started. Draco hadn’t completed a wank since before that day in the loo, despite numerous snogging session and a few failed attempts on his part. He was having trouble getting into it on his own lately, but now that Harry was here, Draco was sure that it was going to happen and going to happen soon.

            Harry touched Draco rather tentatively at first. He wrapped the palm and fingers of one hand around the head, and gripped the base with the other. He couldn’t close his fingers around the shaft of Draco’s cock and he found that instinctively hot. There was a clear pre-cum constantly leaking from the tip and Harry used it to lubricate his hand as it glided over the large bulbous head. He wanted to know where the most sensitive spots on Draco’s cock were, so he slowly trailed his fingers over every square inch, stopping to repeat the motion anytime Draco moaned or arched his back, which Draco did a lot, so this took Harry a fair amount of time.

            Harry had read a lot of tips on wanking your partner, which came in handy, because wanking Draco felt completely different from wanking himself. The angle was different and the size was definitely different and Harry considered the task a bit daunting at first. But then Draco started moaning loudly and writhing wildly when Harry had his hand on the underside of Draco’s cock. With one hand he was stroking the underside from just below the head to the top of the head, and with the other, he was palming the upperside of the head. Harry repeated the motion and Draco repeated the response, encouraging Harry further. They quickly established a rhythm complete with Draco arching his back and Harry squeezing that giant cock of his.

            Draco started to panic at first when he began to see stars; it was like watching a firework show in the dark when his eyes were still open and it was still daylight. The fluttering in his stomach increased and his balls felt like they were exploding, as his dick spasmed in pleasure and constricted repeatedly. He had cum many times before, but never with such intensity or for this length of time. Being wanked by Harry Potter was absolutely toe-curlingly amazing. If he could bottle this feeling and sell it, he’d make a fortune.

            Harry watched in wonder as Draco’s cock erupted. His toes curled, his back arched, his eyes turned glassy, and his balls let loose a torrent. Harry hadn’t really paid much attention to Draco’s balls, but when he saw the amount of fluid they were spewing forth, he decided to take a closer look at the organ producing all of that fluid. Draco’s balls looked like normal balls to Harry. They had a bit of blond hair on them and they looked well-proportioned next to that enormous cock. ‘Well if the cock is enormous, then the balls must be too,’ Harry thought as he continued to grip and stroke the monster cock in his hands. He was also aiming it, to keep the cum mostly on Draco’s chest, because the thing seemed to jerk with a will of its own as it orgasmed.

            When Draco came back to awareness again, he was lying on the beach, naked, with a huge puddle of cum on his stomach, which was leaking down his sides and was slightly unpleasant. It reminded Draco of being covered in bubotuber pus, without the burning boils. Next he noticed Harry kneeling over him and staring down at him in wonder.

            “Are you alright?” Harry asked, seeing Draco blink up at him. Draco hadn’t moved in a minute and he was beginning to think he had passed out or gone to sleep.

            “Better than,” Draco replied dreamily.

            “It was good for you then?” Harry asked and Draco nodded. “Good.”

            “Did you like doing it?” Draco asked lazily. He wanted an indication of how likely he was to get Harry to agree to do that to him again, because it was fantastic and he definitely wanted to do it again.

            “Oh yeah. You put on quite the show.”

            “Really?”

            “Yeah. I sort of came in my pants watching it,” Harry admitted, leaving out the part about him shoving a cum-covered hand down his own pants towards the end. But he had only stroked himself the one time before he was cumming too; watching Draco had provided him with enough mental stimulation that he only needed that little bit of physical touch to get him off. “Is there always so much?” Here Harry indicated the pool of cum on Draco’s belly. There certainly hadn’t been a pool this big in his pants. Of course he had used one of his new sex spells to vanish his own cum before Draco returned from orgasm-land; the wand-holster on his leg kept his wand handy in and out of the water.

            “No, but it’s been awhile. I guess it built up,” Draco replied. “Fancy a quick shower to clean up?”

            “Yeah, but actually I was wondering if you’d let me use a vanishing spell on you that I learned from my new book. It’s super gentle, so it can be done on the body and I’ve been practicing it on myself and it doesn’t hurt,” Harry replied.

            Draco had to think about that for a minute. He didn’t like the idea of Harry pointing his wand at him while he was naked, but on the other hand he wanted the cum off of him and there was a lot of it currently on him. It would be convenient if Harry were to just vanish it. On the other hand, Harry wasn’t particularly gifted with charms the way he was defensive magic and Draco had a bathroom available.

            “How about I wipe it off of me onto the beach and you vanish it off the sand?” Draco proposed a compromise. Maybe next time he would trust Harry to do it directly off of his body, but for now he wanted proof that Harry really could cast the spell correctly.

            Harry nodded and seeing as his hands were already covered in dried cum, he reached down and started swiping at the cum to get it to fall to one side. Draco tilted his chest, coming up on one arm, so that gravity would help Harry’s efforts.

            Although they did manage to get most of the cum off of Draco, Draco still felt absolutely disgusting. “Is it alright if I take the first bath?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah, go ahead,” Harry replied before vanishing the left over cum from the sand and then from his hands.

            “Okay, you do seem to know a cleaning charm and you didn’t scream in pain,” Draco conceded, standing up and beginning to walk towards the house. “I’ll be quick.”

            “Take your time,” Harry replied, not wanting to rush his boyfriend and wishing they were at the showering together stage already…although the shower in that bathroom was too small for two, so he’d have to ask for a larger shower or they’d have to use the tub.

            Draco was out of the bath and redressed in his summer robe and swimming trunks in under fifteen minutes. Harry showered next and was out in even less time. He threw on his borrowed beach clothes and went back outside to find Draco. Draco was kneeling on a board in the water, near the hut. Only now there was the addition of three large black boulders that separated the hut from the water, instead of the sandy beach that had been there earlier. The board Draco was on looked like a surf board, but it was longer and there was a paddle resting on it along with a pile of what looked to Harry like small black stones.

            “What’re you doing?” Harry asked approaching the black boulders from the beach-side.

            When Draco saw him, he stood up and waved, before picking up the paddle and using it to push the board back towards the sandy shore.

            “Getting a snack. I was hungry and started thinking about what I’d eat if I was really at a tropical beach like this and then the lava rocks and long board materialized, so I decided to look and I found some. Though, I’m not sure if they’ll disappear from my stomach the moment I leave the room or not…” Draco replied trailing off at the end. By now he had landed the board back on the sandy beach. He threw down the paddle next to the board and bent down to pick up his pile of treats.

            “What are those things?” Harry asked, pointing to Draco’s black stones.

            “Limpids. They’re like snails or claims that attach themselves to the rocks. They only have one shell on top and they use their one giant foot on the bottom as a suction cup to keep themselves attached to the rocks. They’re filter feeders,” Draco answered handing Harry one of the larger ones to examine.

            Now that Harry had one of the limpids up close, he could see that it had dark purple ribbed shell, like one half of a clam, with some greenish brown gunk stuck to the top. The bottom contained a dark grey blob that tentatively stuck a snail head out from between the foot and the shell. He touched it, and the animal quickly retracted its head.

            “Cool. What are you gonna do with them?” Harry asked.

            “Eat them, of course. I said they were for a snack, didn’t I?” Draco asked. “Come on, let’s take them to the table.

            “I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to eat food from here. These clothes vanished after I took them off last week. Then they reappeared in the drawers here,” Harry said as he followed Draco over to the table, where Draco set down his pile of limpids. “And how are we gonna cook them?”

            “Well I ate that can of nuts I found last week and I didn’t get sick, so I’m gonna try it. And we don’t cook them silly. We eat them raw,” Draco explained, picking up two limpids. He used the shell of the smaller limpid to scrape the snail body of the other limpid out of its shell. Then he sucked the grey body into his mouth and enjoyed his little treat.

            Harry watched in wonder and revulsion as Draco ate the snail-like creature. He had never had snails before, but he was told they were a delicacy. ‘Draco’s probably had all sorts of gross delicacies growing up spoiled rich,’ Harry thought.

            “Here, try one,” Draco said, holding a pair of limpids out to Harry.

            “No thanks. I’d rather watch you eat them and make sure you don’t puke it up first,” Harry replied.

            “I puked this morning when I woke up at your house. I think your senile elf must’ve fed me spoiled food last night. It’s probably time to off his head and hang it on the wall,” Draco said as he used the now empty shell to remove the limpids from another shell. Then he plopped the small body into his mouth and smiled.

            “Eww. And you’re telling me this why?” Harry asked. Between Draco’s words and his actions, Harry was getting grossed out.

            “Because if I puke, I’m sure it won’t be from eating this perfectly fresh seafood that I just caught myself, but from eating your elf’s cooking last night,” Draco explained, continuing to enjoy his snack.

            “We never let Kreacher cook for us; Mrs. Weasley always did it. His cocking is that bad huh? Did your mum get sick too?” Harry asked. Maybe he should arrange for more pleasant meals to be served to Draco’s mum.

            “Well it tasted fine and mother didn’t get sick; but then mother’s been there for a week now and she’s had that elf’s cooking before, back when my great aunt was still alive,” Draco explained.

            “Your great aunt is certainly something. Does she screech and holler at you and your mum like she does everyone else?” Harry asked curiously.

            “Um no, Aunt Walburga and her portraits have always been very nice to me; we have a portrait of her back at the Manor,” Draco explained with a slurp.

            “Really? That’s hard for me to believe that that woman could be nice to anyone. I thought that portrait was designed to be nasty to everyone,” Harry replied.

            “Last week she greeted me pleasantly and asked me if I still had a toy she gave me that last time I saw her before she died. I said I did. She said she’d like to see it next time I came. This time I took the toy with me and showed her and a smile lit up her face. She told me I was a nice young man and that she was proud to have me as a descendent.”

            “Wow, okay, that does sound like she was being nice. But how did you get the toy, without going back to the Manor? Don’t tell me you risked going home and being captured by Death Eaters to make a portrait happy.”

            “No, I didn’t go home. Before I left for school, I packed up all of my belongings and shrunk them into my trunk, because I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to come back. All I had to do to get the toy was to pull my trunk out from under the bed, find the toy, and resize it.”

            “Do you still have all your old toys?” Harry wondered.

            “No, not all of them. But I have one from each of my grandparents and great aunts and uncles… I don’t have any from my aunts, but neither of them ever gave me anything,” Draco answered, getting down to the end of the shells. He picked up the last one and held it out to Harry. “Are you sure you don’t want the last one?”

            “Um, no thanks. You have it,” Harry replied, pushing Draco’s hand and the shellfish back towards Draco, who shrugged and ate it.

            “I’ll take the shells to my mother; she can make a necklace or something of them. It’ll give her something to do,” Draco said, piling up the shells neatly.

            Harry wasn’t sure what to say to that. He gathered that Draco’s mum must be the crafty sort if she could turn Draco’s trash into a necklace and that reminded him of Luna and her cork necklace. But he wasn’t sure if he should mention that to Draco or not, so he just sat there smiling as he watched Draco pick up the shells and head towards the hut. He got up and followed him and watched Draco put the shells into his school bag.

            “Do you have time to meet here again tomorrow?” Draco asked as he returned his school bag to the floor by the loveseat. He knew Harry had a lot of homework and detention and didn’t want to occupy all of his time, but he did want to see him again.

            “For you, of course I can make time!” Harry exclaimed pulling Draco into his arms and kissing him softly.

            “I just don’t want you to get behind on your homework,” Draco replied, pulling back from Harry’s lips just far enough to talk.

            “I’ll manage, but if you need to do homework, we could do some together. We’ve got a bit of time before dinner,” Harry suggested.

            “Yeah, that sounds good,” Draco replied, picking his school bag back up.

            Harry too got out his school things and the boys did homework peacefully together for half an hour until Dobby popped in with dinner. It was delicious pulled pork sandwiches this time along with a crisp green salad and dessert was a plate of sweet island fruit. But all too soon it was over and Harry had a detention to head off to. He and Draco shared one last kiss before he left their room.

Author’s Note: I’ll be out of State attending my brother’s wedding all this week, so whether or not I get another chapter up will depend on how much internet access I have there. Updates will be regular again next week!
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