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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
A/N~ Lyran - Glad to see your still with us... and hopefully you make it to this new chapter soon... so much to love going on. Hope to keep you enjoying the story.
Meechypoo - Thanks. Draco finds out in this chapter... so read on...There is more to come in the Malfoy/Weasley chapter, but not quite yet... Christmas day will take a few chapters...As for the Dragon...Charlie is the best suited for that anyway... I sort of want to portray Sev/Siri as a sort of flip on Harry/Draco... well you will see as it goes along.
Something_Else - THANK YOU... I was totally not thinking correctly there... and I fixed it..I am going to finish this, I will not leave it as an eternal WIP...I promise.
djaddict - Vengence is not part of the Augur character... Justice is... and that is coming sooner than you think...Look for it in Chapter 16, which incidently is not 'done' yet even though I am working on 17 now... it just doesn't feel done. Yes, like humans, trolls have thier exceptions, and intelligence is an exception in thier culture, so that makes things they make even more rare... :D
ChaosLady - Thank you!
Mocca - Glad you loved it, there is so much more ... I update as often as a chapter feels done... which is at least weekly sometimes two a few days apart. Time will tell where Harry's kids are concerned... as for more time together.. of course... that's what the holidays are about...
So... housekeeping taken care of... enjoy the next chapter.... 15 needs a little more re-reading and should be posted before the weekend is over... I love this chapter... so much to love...
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Chapter 14 - Revelations, Revelry and Red Ribbons

Harry walked through the destruction of Hogwarts. Rubble was everywhere he looked. The castle lay broken, silent in the throes of war. It would scream if it had a voice. Such a scream as any man who was bleeding and broken. Harry felt the pain of Hogwarts, and her faltering hold on the safe haven she had once been. The smoke filled his lungs, the darkness edged his sight. Tears burned his eyes, his chest ached, yet he knew his own fate had been written in the stars. In silent penance he walked, the serenity of impending death surrounded him.
He walked his lonely path, guided by ghosts, perpetrated by his own demons. Lovely ghosts, loved ones he could never touch, never save. Demons that preyed upon his mind in the form of faces. Accusing faces of his classmates, his friends and his family. His own retribution for failing those he loved. Yet in this torment, there was calm. A serenity of flowing knowledge, cloaking him in a mother’s embrace. The knowledge that he was finally facing his destiny, facing himself, facing his loved ones. He moved to embrace death like a lover.
“Harry you must not walk this path again.” A voice called out to him.
Harry looked up, past his ghosts, past the darkness of his demons. A tall man stood in his way. His face was young, but his beard was long and white, his eyes held a secret, flashing between an ice blue and a onyx black. There was a secret to that onyx color, Harry could not remember what it was.
The man drew closer, there was an ease about him, it settled Harry.
“You were called younger than I, Harry. Your fate is tied to so many, like ripples in a glassy lake that turns into waves upon the ocean. Even as you have lived, you had not yet learned the difference between responsibility and compassion. The world around you needs your compassion, your gifts, Harry. Your responsibility lies only within yourself.” His voice was clarity within madness. It was a beacon of light to Harry’s dying soul.
“Let your vision be a guide, not a prison. Learn, grow, love, and most of all be great. It is in finding our own balance that we can guide others.” He explained.
“Merlin?” Harry asked cautiously understanding dawning.
“Of course. Tonight you gave compassion and mercy where you would have once given justice and revenge. Tonight you proved you are a worthy vessel of the Augur power.” Merlin shared, smiling. A test, to see past his own pain, to look into the heartbeat of another like himself who at first glance, would seem unworthy. He had found that shred of devotion, that loyalty, the main thread of goodness that defined Mundungus.
“How did you balance the vision with reality?” Harry asked.
“My balance was found within my bonded. She was the calm to my often hot head. She was my anchor into reality.” Merlin said with a chuckle. “You do not have to be alone, or have to accomplish everything alone, Harry. An Augur can see the resources around them, in the people, in the elements, and in magic. Use that, learn what is best, and use everything. Nature is your helper and your bonded is your partner in everything.”
“My bonded is a pleasant distraction.” Harry shared, feeling as if a blush crept up his face. He wanted to see the things around him. His Auror training led him to see things around him that others would ordinarily overlook. He must use this insight to see more, to see people for who they are and find their threads of goodness.
“They usually are, or they would not have faced the flame, the wind and the cold and stood. Only impossible passion can temper impossible duties.” Merlin imparted with a serious look.
“I will do my best.” Harry stated. What other duties would be required of him, only with Draco could he even conceive to have any chance.
“You always do. Wake… Harry… Wake”
Harry opened his eyes and stared up at the beautiful curtains on his bed. Blue velvet draped in sweeping folds. His head ached as he tried to sit up.
“Here, I brought you some water.” Draco spoke gently, holding out a glass.
“Thanks, how long have I been out… don’t tell me I missed Christmas.” Harry worried.
“Of course not, I wouldn’t let you sleep that long...I never miss out on Christmas.” Draco said with a smile, then frowned when he noted Harry’s grimace.
Harry noted the gaze, “Headache.”
“I’ll get you a headache potion… Lay back and rest.” Draco said trying to push Harry down further into the bed.
“Let Kreacher get it, I just want to hold you.” Harry said as he grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled the blond down.
“Kreacher” Draco called as he lay next to Harry, gathering him close, tucking his dark head under his chin.
A quiet pop sounded as the elf entered. His face much more serene than before.
“Harry has a headache, can you ask Professor Snape for a headache potion..Please.” Draco almost forgot the last part, knowing that Harry would be happy he was being nice.
Kreacher looked a bit distraught at Harry’s unease. “Kreacher will be back with Master’s potions.” and there was another pop.
Harry laid back, his headache eased just a bit.
“Do you remember what happened?” Draco asked quietly, not wanting to make Harry’s head hurt worse. His hands started a slow and steady massage into Harry’s scalp, trying to ease some of the pain.
“Yes. I strengthened his loyalty, and by that it seemed to expand to other threads within him.” Harry stated.
“Threads?” Draco asked genuinely intrigued.
“Everyone has character threads, loyalty and bravery are some of them. Dung’s bravery was lacking, but his loyalty was his strongest good thread. By increasing its strength, his bravery was increased, as was his honesty, and many others. I only hope that by doing so, it allows him to lead a better life inside the law.” Harry mused.
“Can I ask you something?” Draco whispered.
Harry moved then, turning to curl against Draco’s left side and looked up into pools of mercury. He moved to capture Draco’s lips with his own, slowly, languidly. He savored Draco’s lips, indulged in the searing flavor of Draco. He pulled away slowly, breathing in Draco’s exhale as their lips parted.
“Anything...You can ask anything.” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips.
“Could you show me your Christmases, the ones you had for real, not any from your vision years.” Draco requested softly.
Harry’s lips pressed together and an eyebrow ticked up, “Sure, why?”
“I want to understand you better, plus it will ensure that you had not received the gift that I got for you.” Draco said slyly.
Kreacher popped back in, not only with the potion, but a tray of hot tea, warm biscuits, grape jam, and a small kidney pie. He bowed to both men in the bed and placed the items on a conjured table within easy reach. “Kreacher will make sure dinner is ready for later. He must make the House of Black proud.” He mumbled to himself while he placed warming charms over the food and left quickly.
“He will definitely out do himself” Harry added quickly before reaching to summon the potion to him. There was instant relief seconds after taking the disgusting potion. Unlike muggle medicine, there was no making it taste good.
Harry stood, with Draco’s hand in his and conjured two chairs. He sat facing Draco, and turned over Draco’s hands palms up, and he placed each of his hands palms down in them. He looked into Draco’s eyes, and felt for their thread, the one that humed with one song between them. He traced along the bond and found Draco waiting. Harry pulled Draco into his mind, and they walked together. He came across some grey bricks, and touched them.
They were looking through the slat vents in the cupboard under the stairs, the decorations were beautiful, the tree was finely decorated and a massive amount of presents were under the tree. Harry sat back on his small bed, he ate the small sliver of dry turkey, and a few peas. Next to him was his present, a small box that contained a sweaty sock. Harry laid back and fell asleep.
Harry was older, yet the scene was unchanged. The scenario re-written.. and the next year was the same, but the present changed to a roll of toilet paper. Year after year the same story.
Harry was 11 and sat in his common room, opening the gifts from the Weasleys and smiling happily. He frowned at the small box next to him, it was a small coin.
The next year, His presents got better from the Weasleys, another jumper, and a toothpick from his family.
“No more…” Draco said. He looked up at Harry, the face was happy as he viewed the last memory, the Weasleys had made him happy. Yet no emotion when it came to his family.
Harry looked up at Draco genuinely surprised, “What did you expect? My family saw me as a waste of space, not a hero, not even a person. I was a burden placed upon them, I was different, a freak because I could do magic. I didn’t even know anything about my parents, or magic until Hagrid had to chase us down to hand deliver my letter, my family would not let me read my letters.”
“Come let us leave this.” Harry said and led Draco back to the thread that connected them.
Draco’s fury was hard to contain, his anger was directed at those who should have loved Harry. He had lived so many years under the preconception that Harry had been spoiled, or at least treated like royalty. Over the last few months his views were turned upside down. He knew that in school, Harry was treated like any other popular student but not revered. He had known little of Harry’s family life. He felt the pull from a warm hand on his chin. His eyes met striking verdant ones.
“There is no reason to be upset. They mean nothing to me. Right here, right now is all that matters. I have the best family I could hope for, I have Sirius, the Weasleys, Remus, Dumbledore, the Order, Snape, and more importantly...You. Presents mean nothing, they are just things. It’s the thought, the heart and meaning behind a gift that matters. Not the quantity or the value of the money spent. When someone gives you a gift that is tailor made just for you, something from their heart, something that screams that they understand you, then that is a gift worth giving. I would take a kiss from you over a million broomsticks.” Harry said, and decided to punctuate his point by taking a kiss.
Draco’s face was gently pulled closer to Harry’s, his eyes closed in the anticipation. When he inhaled, he took in the scent of Harry, and then his mouth was feasted upon. He was dizzy with delight, the heated passion building within his veins. He met Harry’s tongue match for match, dance for dance. He wanted so much more, but when he moved to close the distance, Harry pulled away, a sated smile on his face. He looked beautiful, his hair ruggedly shaggy around his face, his eyes dazed, his lips swollen...sexy.
Harry wanted Draco to feel the burn of their passion, tasting Draco was bliss. When their lips met he could do no more than savor every flavor that was Draco. Their gasps and breaths were Harry’s sustenance, filling him with life. Always with Draco there was neverending passion, always fire. He pulled away amazed at the wonder that was his savior.
“The Weasleys will be joining us for Christmas dinner, they just owled Sirius.” Draco informed him with a kind smile after he controlled his breathing.
“I knew they would, should be all of them save for Bill and Fleur, who are in France.” Harry stated.
“Well lets get ready for tonight’s celebration.” Draco pushed up out of his chair.
Harry headed off to the bathroom to shower. He needed some relaxation before the event.
Severus was standing in front of the full length mirror adjusting his waist coat when a knock sounded on his door.
“Enter.” He said without even turning away from his task.
“Do you have a minute?” Sirius asked quietly.
Severus did turn around for that voice. His dark eyes took everything in. From the shine of Sirius’ wavy dark hair, his perfectly groomed face, half-rugged, half-formal appearance, it was more than pleasing. Severus indicated a chair next to the desk, and conjured one for himself.
“I would rather stand, if you don’t mind.” Sirius asserted, there was a wavering in his voice that alerted Severus to the man’s nervousness.
Severus stood stoic as ever, waiting.
“I know there are a lot of things to get through, before we could ever be what I had one day hoped for. I want you to know, that I want to be with you. I have loved you since I was 16, and nothing, not even the oppression of Azkaban could destroy that. I was the only one who destroyed my chances with you out of my own pride and ignorance. Yesterday and today have been pure bliss. Spending time with Harry and with you. And for your consideration, and taking the time to finally see me...I thank you. I just wanted to gain an understanding, of where we stand. Since I don’t want to ruin anything like I usually do.” Sirius had taken a long breath and rushed through his speech. He was afraid, if he did not say it fast, he would not say it at all.
Severus stared at the man. Sirius was attracted to him, he figured that part out. But to have loved him since he was 16, sounded ridiculous. But, had he not loved Lily for that long as well. The man was in earnest, and not lying, he could always tell when the mutt was lying. This may not have been the love he had pictured for himself all these years, but… He had told himself he would try, and found it easier to be in the mutt’s presence without all the pretense and antagonism.
“I cannot lie and offer the same sentiments. I feel attraction to you, there has been an ease about your presence lately that does not disturb me. My intentions, though, should have been made clear at breakfast. I wish to court you, and learn if I can offer you what you seek.” Severus tried to explain it as best as he could. It seemed that it was the right words since his mutt lit up like a damn Christmas tree and flung himself at Severus’ person.
Severus caught the overjoyed man into a tight embrace, and captured those lips when Sirius tipped his head back to look up at him. It was like falling into a furnace, his face heated even before their lips collided. As kisses go, this one was an inferno. Severus demanded, Sirius surrendered. Severus would hold nothing back and he expected nothing less from Sirius. His hands tightened around Sirius’ firm waist and pressed their bodies closer, close enough that Sirius gasped when their erections collided against one another. Severus drank in Sirius’ response, he reached a hand up and grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled, exposing Sirius’ neck. He was greedy and he would take, he bruised Sirius’ neck with suction and nips, the flesh was pure heroin for him. The heady rush of control and Sirius threatened Severus’ everlasting coldness. Severus cared no longer, he needed, and Sirius would provide.
“Taste me mutt, I have need of your mouth on me.” Severus ordered, his voice demanding and husky, flowing like heated caramel over Sirius’ body warming him.
Sirius was unprepared for the utter joy at Severus’ remarks. He was surprised when he had thrown himself at Severus, that the man did not reject his hasty nature. Sirius was in heaven when Severus kissed him, sending tongues of fire to dance within his body in every direction. When their bodies collided, he could have passed out from the bliss, his hardness wept and he was sure there would be a stain on his perfect trousers. When his head was jerked back and his throat exposed, there was an erotic anticipation that made every muscle quiver and his groin tighten in anticipation. Sirius was lost in a sea of fire until Severus called to him. That voice flowed over him, making every nerve ending spark within him. Sirius would do anything for Severus, and he relished the tightening of muscles as he sank to his knees, letting his hand slide down that lean body. He quickly opened the black trousers in front of him and pushed them down, letting himself get hit by the hard length that flew up to meet him. He was in awe, the pure steel, and weight in his hands.
“Sirius… Now!” Severus’ voice was hoarse
The agony, the delicious pain he felt when Sirius slithered down his body. The man was setting every fire that burned inside of him. And when he was free of the confines of his trousers, he groaned. The mutt had no sense of urgency and he would rectify the situation.
His words proved a spur to action, that made him want to release as soon as he was enveloped in wet, hot, velvet. Incredible. The slowness of it was maddening, he was so close. He reached for that sexy head of hair, and grasped it, wanting to impale himself on that mouth, but he held back settling for guiding a slightly faster pace.
“You will swallow every drop, my pet.” Severus ordered, not daring to look down just yet, he felt the man nod and groaned again when it caused better friction.
Sirius delighted in the feel of Severus in his hands, but the demand was not to be disregarded. He opened his mouth and took as much as he could, letting the flavor of hard steel coat his mouth. His pace was lazy, his body was fully involved, taking pleasure even as he gave it. He felt Severus’ hands on his head, guiding him to go faster. The groan of pleasure he received after he nodded was beautiful. He moved his head in a similar fashion, faster than before and with each groan, growl and moan he produced, his own body was tightening in response. He was dizzy with his own pleasure welling up within him. He looked up and his eyes met fire filled onyx. His name was shouted as Severus thrust hard within him, no longer caring for his comfort, but he cared not, he just held onto the storm that was Severus at the brink. He tried not to choke and was rewarded by one last violent thrust into his throat and that sweet cream releasing it’s flavor. He would have cried out his own release, but he was too busy tasting Severus’.
The mutt had a talented mouth. When he moved, and took him faster, Severus could not hold back his voiced appreciation. He was flying and he needed to reach that peak now...Almost there… He took control, holding onto to Sirius, and he dared a glance and was taken by the sheer pleasure he saw in his lover’s eyes… He took Sirius’ mouth hard, needing to release the storm within. When he broke, Sirius’ name was on his lips. When he could look, Severus was so enamored of the sight of his lover. Sirius was sated, kneeling with his seed dripping from that delicious mouth. Severus pulled Sirius too him and kissed him, tasting himself on that devilish tongue. He released Sirius, noticing the large dark stain on his lover’s trousers, he smiled wickedly.
“Clean up and go, I’ll be down in a moment.” Severus said as he let go of Sirius.
The mutt only nodded, and left. Silence was nice, moans were better… He would have Sirius beg for him.
When Harry finally arrived downstairs he was greeted with a sight, that he did not even want to know the reason for. Sirius was busy in the kitchen, but his lips looked plumper than normal, his neck was bruised in several places, but his smile was wider than Harry had seen it for a while.
“I don’t even want to know…” Harry mumbled.
“What?” Sirius asked quietly.
“Nothing, I’ll just wait in the sitting room, okay… and you … might want a mirror.” Harry said, before running out.
Sirius conjured a mirror and looked, his satisfaction evident on his face. He cast a quick glamor and styled his hair back to normal. Glamors would hide things from prying eyes, but he wanted to keep his marks. He had been dying to be with Severus for so long, those eyes held his future, those lips his fantasies. He would do his best not to screw anything up…
Everyone gathered in the sitting room, with Draco and Harry perched on their own couch. They had toasted with champagne, and together opened their gift from Mr. & Mrs. Malfoy. It was a cottage on a small adjoining lot next to the Manor that they could use whenever they wanted. Draco was very happy, and Harry was surprised at the enormity of the gift.
Harry was polite and very grateful. He smiled a bit to himself...He had a home. A real home.. one of his own, to share with his love. Draco noticed and if he were a cat, he would have preened under the sunshine of Harry’s smile.
Sirius’ gift was not so elaborate, but it was perfect none the less...Bonding rings. Kreacher was all too happy to bring them to Harry and Draco. “Honored Masters, the bonding rings of the House of Black…” he had said with a wide smile of admiration on his face.
Severus was the more practical of the group, he gave them both books, one on magical bonding and the other on potions… The potions one they were not to try until they were older, since they were for male fertility. The last title made both boys blush furiously.
Kreacher it seemed wanted to give them a gift as well, which surprised Draco, but not Harry so much. The elf was very loyal to a fault even, if someone was kind and regarded him appropriately. Harry opened the worn out box, expecting something similar to the unmatched socks like Dobby gave him last year. Harry was gently surprised to find a wizarding photo of himself and Draco sleeping on the couch in the sitting room. Draco looked happy, though asleep as did Harry. The frame was a dark stained platinum that fit the picture well.
“Thank you Kreacher, this is wonderful.” Harry smiled back at the elf, who merely nodded and left to get some food for the rest of the gathering. Draco was smiling over his shoulder. He liked how they looked, comfortable, happy and sweet.
Draco stood and pulled Harry to his feet, “Now my present to you.”
Harry blinked and looked at him confused, “What? now I feel like a dunce, I didn’t get you anything.”
Draco grinned widely, and Harry was mesmerized by the subtle softness expressed in those mercury eyes. He was entranced as always. Draco shook his head at Harry’s protests, and with shaking fingers, traced his way to entwined his fingers into the mass of inky black hair, pulling Harry’s face to his own, not once looking away. He only closed them when their lips met, and he wanted Harry to just feel, to know how he felt. He put all his love, his trust, his hopes and his dreams into the forefront of his mind. When their lips met, it was a wave of purity that crashed over them. Draco’s soul rose to meet it’s twin.
Harry felt stupid, he should have thought to bring something for Draco. Yet when the blond looked at him that way, all he could do was try to remember to breathe. He felt pulled into Draco’s gravity, falling with no way out. Harry’s world was blown apart when their lips met. A moment of beauty was born, wave after wave of emotion poured into him. His soul answered Draco’s call and leapt to meet him. Neither noticed the blinding flash of light that occurred in the room, as they only felt the inescapable ebb and flow of one to another. Each pouring their souls out and drinking in each other. The exchange from the outside was nothing short of breathtaking. From the inside, they burned with passion, melted in love and communed in unity. Harry quickly took them from a sharing of souls, to a burning kiss when he surged to claim Draco’s mouth with his own fervently. Only to have a very loud cough force them apart with Draco blushing furiously.
The others in the room were unsure what to expect. Draco offered a kiss it seemed, which was acceptable at these functions. What they were not expecting was the glow that started to rise in each boy before their lips touched, or the massive soul flare that occurred when they kissed. The light was bright white, radiating from them, and died down to a soft haze that floated around them, wrapping them up in an almost fog light cocoon. The cocoon dissipated quickly to show Harry starting to really snogg Draco. It was Severus who cleared his throat loudly to draw them back before things got out of hand.
“My, my, my… The coin did not lie.” Narcissa whispered… Shocked...that certainly had never happened for her.
“A magically bonded soul pair is extraordinary to say the least.” exclaimed Lucius.
Sirius just laughed, “You never cease to amaze Harry.”

Harry looked at a loss at everybody. Draco just shook his head, yet another thing Harry did not need to worry about.
“Not a big deal. Harry, it just means we were made for each other, that’s all. Many couples who are meant to be can find one another and they are compatible, but it’s rare to find twin souls like ours. Either way, not a big deal.” Draco tried to reassure Harry.
“How about we decorate the tree,” Harry suggested with a smile, it was a small fake smile indicating the impact of the new information. Draco noted it, Severus noted it, but the others were not so insightful.
They spent the rest of the evening, decorating the tree. All types of mismatched ornaments were placed on the tree, a rather large angel was conjured to fit on the top and the garlands were fun. Harry on one ladder trying to wrap it around several times, only to stumble and fall laughing the whole time.
They enjoyed some plum pudding and eggnog when they were finished, and Sirius lit the traditional Yule log in the hearth. By the time it was late, most everyone was very tired and headed to their respective rooms.
Harry left to use the loo before heading to bed. He wondered about what being a soul pair would mean. He was so used to being lucky, but with Draco, he did not want luck. He wanted to give him everything, not just pieces of himself. Harry decided not to let it bother him, he would just go with it and deal with any other issues as they arose. He was still musing inside his head when he got to the door leading to the bedchamber.
The candle light danced off the walls and ceiling. The deep blue bed curtains were tied back, sparkling in the glow of the light. Harry’s eyes landed on the masterpiece laid out in the middle of the bed. His breathing became heavy and quick, his mouth dry as he moved closer.
Draco stared at Harry when he entered the room. He was hoping his idea had paid off. From their conversation earlier, there was nothing he wanted more than to give Harry something from his heart. Bits and bobs were nothing, things would just crumble to dust as time went on. But this, Harry would never forget. Draco was nervous, scared and yet deliciously excited. He stripped and lay on the bed, and use his wand to cast a quick charm. He placed his wand to the side, and waited. It wasn’t long before red silk ribbon came out of his wand, and wound around his hands, softly and firmly pulling them above his head and tying themselves neatly into a big red bow. Another ribbon criss-crossed his chest and a bow blossomed above his heart. And so he waited. His reward was the look of awe in his lover’s eyes.
“Are you going to stare all night?” Draco asked with a smile, “I prefer not to be cold…”
Harry moved forward reached a hand to stroke that silky skin. He traced a line down Draco’s arm, and splayed his hands over Draco’s chest. His heart was pounding at the implication, but he wanted to be sure.
“What are you offering Draco? I won’t take what you don’t want to give.” Harry said, his voice heavy with feeling.
Draco was already on fire just from Harry’s simple touch. He thought his offer was pretty obvious, but trust Harry to want to save him from himself.
“Everything...I want everything with you. All of you with all of me.” Draco whispered.
Harry’s hand on his chest started tracing the edges of the bow. And he pulled at the end slowly, watching the silk slide together as it escaped it’s binding. There was so much to see on Draco that took his breath away. Perfection and unearthly beauty, everything Harry was not, Draco was soft and smooth where Harry was hard and rough. He leaned down to kiss Draco, softly pulling a warm bottom lip into his mouth so he could trace his tongue over the satin flesh. Draco’s gasp, allowed him entry, and he tasted fire and passion. His hands swept up Draco’s arms, feeling the warm creamy skin under his fingertips. Touching as much of Draco as he could, sweeping his hands lower, reaching for the perfect skin of Draco’s chest, drawing circles around the sweet nubs. He broke their kiss to look his fill. From the blond’s angelic face, to the line of his throat, smooth perfect chest, tucked waist, sexy navel, sparse thatch of blond hair, and a perfect pink erection. Draco’s legs were defined, and perfection… Harry could not decide where to start, but he knew he wanted to taste every inch of Draco’s skin. His mouth latched on to Draco’s chest to start, and his own flesh grew harder than ever.
Draco was dizzy and frustrated, Harry was taking his time. That kiss stole his clarity, and the fire in Harry’s eyes blazed when he looked. Draco felt flames tickle his skin where Harry’s eyes flowed over him. Harry’s heated mouth was on him again and he arched into Harry’s touch.   The man devastated him with his kisses, unwound him with his hands. Draco’s body was the perfect instrument, and Harry the master of it. Draco needed more, something just beyond his reach, he needed to have Harry inside him, filling him to bursting.
Harry was content to taste Draco, he wanted to be like this forever. Draco’s erection wanted more, Harry’s body needed more, and Draco’s whimpering told Harry he could not wait much longer. Harry reached to undo Draco’s hands, those beautiful eyes cried out to him in desperation.
“We will go slow, love. Neither of us have done this, but I want it perfect with you.” Harry whispered.
“I don’t want perfection Harry, just you, bad or good, just Harry.” Draco replied back reaching for Harry’s shirt. He dragged it over Harry’s head, and then ran his fingers through the sparse black hair scattered over that olive chest. Harry’s ragged breathing was back and it made Draco feel powerful, being able to affect Harry like this. His ivory fingers feathered lower, taking hold of Harry’s trousers, he undid the button and zipper slowly, pushing the material down and letting Harry kick them off. Draco was going all in, as he pulled Harry down onto him, their body’s heating to a blaze where they touched. Harry kissed him then and he lost all sense of anything other than Harry’s kiss and the slow scintillation of skin.
Harry was overwhelmed as Draco touched him. Those fingers delivered fireworks under his skin wherever they touched. Harry held his breath when Draco reached his trousers...He let it go with a hiss once the material was whisked away from his body. Falling into heaven was worth burning in hell for. Draco was heaven as their bodies burned in their passion. Harry closed the distance between their mouths and sighed as he savored his personal savior. His kiss was short, he knew Draco needed preparation, but he was new to this and just as unsure.   He knew that beauty of their joining would be up to him. Harry moved lower, gently spreading creamy thighs. So much beauty, so much perfection, his hands stroked up the length of Draco’s thigh, causing the blond to shiver under him. Harry whispered a lubrication charm for his fingers, and he started a gentle massage, over Draco’s tight entrance.
“Talk to me love… Tell me if I hurt you, I will go slow. This is new for both of us… Tell me how it feels.” Harry coaxed.
Draco groaned when Harry started to massage his entrance, the feeling of bliss was overwhelming. He could only moan his pleasure to answer Harry’s plea. Each stroke was exquisite, making him shiver and press against Harry’s hand. He needed more.
“More…” Draco pleaded…
Harry slowly inserted one finger, and hissed at the tightness, his brain sending flashes to his groin in anticipation.
“Hiss at me… I like that.” Draco whispered through his broken breathing.
Harry pushed a second finger into Draco’s tightness, he really needed to slow down. His own urgent need was driving him for more… But he could talk to Draco…
“Hassith horshenti, soosss shiress” Harry hissed, expressing how tight Draco was… Harry scissored his fingers to spread Draco a little.
Draco needed Harry to enter him, those fingers were torture… His very breath depended on this moment, the need, the possession, the claim. The flames built inside him, burning every nerve, yet he could not reach the top… He needed Harry to climb with him. Those words broke over his body like lava, scorching him, branding him. He had to close his eyes when his erection started weeping in pleasure and the rest of him ached to be filled. He needed…
“I need you now Harry… Please…” Draco begged, the sound was sweet nectar to Harry’s ears, making Harry harden more painfully.
Harry positioned himself, and whispered the incantation to coat his member. He prayed it wouldn’t hurt Draco, but he knew it would. He pressed forward and slid the head in trying to hold on to his control, just the slight breach had Harry crying tears of pleasure and pain from having to hold back his release. The intensity of it all was amazing, he felt he was dying and flying all at once. Nothing compared to the heated sin of Draco’s body. He fit perfectly as he slid in slowly a little at a time. He watched Draco’s face, there was so much love shining out of silver myst, that he could not tell if there was pain or pleasure.
“Tell me..” Harry begged, simple words could be the balm to his soul, he could never hurt Draco, never wanted to, He did not move.
Draco was in shock, he had expected blinding pain, but there was only a twinge, and the next there was the pure ecstasy of having Harry there inside him… He felt like a ghost in his own body, the pleasure was so intense. Their bodies were one. He smiled when Harry begged him to talk… He reached and pulled Harry down for a smouldering kiss. Trying to impart what he could not say, and settled for, “Perfect…” as he whispered it against his lover’s lips.
Harry’s fear was relinquished the stone weight on his chest he had not realized he carried. Harry moved then, every motion sung in his veins, and his heartbeat met Draco’s in time...It was only his breathing that kept him at bay, his own eyes could barely see through the haze of pleasure. They were beautiful, two perfect opposites coming together. Harry stroked in and out slowly, while leaning forward to recapture Draco’s lips, increasing every heated feeling, every pleasure spark inside his body...He re-angled himself for his next stroke, and Draco screamed, “Harry!” his stomach was coated by Draco’s release. His own followed when Draco’s entrance clenched hotly around him, he broke, his orgasim washing over him.
Draco shivered, his body quaked, his prick was crying out in constant weeping, it was perfect. Every stroke warmed him, filled him with their unity. When his lips were taken, the pleasure built an unearthly flame within him from the tips of his fingers that were electrified by the feel of Harry’s skin, to his very toes that curled in rapture. Then Harry moved at a new angle, and Draco’s world exploded into sweet euphoria, heaven on earth.
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