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Catch Me if You Can	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry closed the Potions book and sighed, looking over at Draco, who was working on an essay. “I’m ready.” He stated.
“Mm, that’s good, Love. Ready for what?” Draco asked distractedly.
‘Well, this’ll get his attention.’ Harry thought in amusement, then told him, “I’m ready for the claiming bite.”
Draco’s quill snapped and the blond’s head shot up, blue eyes meeting emerald in shock. “You’re… Ready.” Draco repeated.
Harry smiled. “I think that’s what I just said.” He told the blond lightly.
Draco got up and took Harry’s book from him, dropping it off the side of the bed as he pushed Harry back against the pillows. “You’re ready to become mine forever?” He asked, eyes draining of color as he trapped Harry’s legs between his thighs. “Once you do this, there’s no turning back. The claiming bite is an eternal commitment. Once claimed, the only way to get out of an Arteminian’s grasp is by death. You’ll be mine, irrevocably.” He growled, grabbing Harry’s hands and pinning them on either side of Harry’s head. “You’re sure that’s what you want?”
Harry licked his lips. “Yeah.” He whispered, raising his hips to press his hard cock against Draco’s.
Draco sucked in a breath, fangs peeking out over his lower lip. “Don’t do this unless you’re sure.” He said, voice tinged with just a hint of desperation.
“I’m absolutely sure, Draco. Make me yours.” Harry said firmly.
Draco groaned, leaning in and kissing Harry breathless. He pulled back and pulled Harry’s jumper over his head, mussing his impossible hair even more.
Harry laughed at Draco’s eagerness. “Hang on, just let me-“
Draco kissed him again, batting Harry’s hands away from the front of his trousers. “Mine.” He growled through the kiss. “I’ll undress you.”
Harry leaned back against the pillows. “Okay, then.” He agreed. “Have at it.”
Draco pulled off Harry’s trousers and boxers in one motion, throwing them off the bed behind him.
Draco turned his attention to his own shirt, fingers shaking as he unbuttoned the silk garment. He finally gave up and ripped the last few buttons free, throwing the shirt off the bed just like he’d done with Harry’s trousers.
“Aw, but I liked that shirt on you!” Harry complained.
Draco snorted. “I’ll repair it.” He said, undoing his trousers and pulling them off.
Harry licked his lips as Draco’s cock was freed, hard and ready for him. “On second thought, the shirt doesn’t really matter.” He said breathily. “Fuck me now.” He demanded.
Draco chuckled. “I plan to.” He told the brunet. He leaned in and sucked at Harry’s pulse point, licking the area and scraping his fangs against it. He trailed kisses down the side of Harry’s neck, stopping at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “This,” the blond growled, “is where my mark will go.”
Harry nodded. “Okay.” He agreed. “Just, please, hurry!”
“Why should I hurry when I’ve got you spread beneath me, begging for my mark?” Draco asked, running a hand up Harry’s thigh, teasingly. “We should really take the time to enjoy this. There’s no rush.” He purred, licking a stripe up Harry’s neck.
Harry gasped, tilting his head back as Draco began nibbling at it, fangs scraping gently against the skin, teasing him with the promise of the coming marking. “Draco…” He whined.
Draco groaned, nipping harshly at Harry’s neck. “Yes?” He asked, grinding his hips against Harry.
“Stop playing with me! I want you, now!” Harry said.
Draco trailed kisses down the side of Harry’s neck, stopping at Harry’s collarbone. He kissed it, then purred: “You have me, Love. Now and always. Let me take my time with you.” He moved down to lick and suckle at one of Harry’s nipples, nibbling at it and soothing the pain away with his tongue.
Harry whimpered, clutching at the sheets in a futile attempt to ground himself against the teasing pleasures Draco was bestowing on him. It was nice, but it just wasn’t enough! He wanted to feel Draco inside him, feel those sharp fangs breaking the skin and marking him as Draco’s forever. He wanted to feel wanted, needed, owned.
Draco moved on to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as one hand slid up the inside of Harry’s thigh, then cupped him. “You’re very hard for me, Harry.” He whispered approvingly.
Harry gasped as that hand tightened over his length, stroking him only once, then retreating. “Draco, stop teasing me!” He ordered.
“I’m getting there, Harry. Just be patient.” Draco promised, laying a trail of kisses down Harry’s chest and over the small mound where their child was growing. He paid special attention to that area, kissing every inch of it and running his hands over the area in a rather proprietary manner. “This is our child, Harry.” He told the brunet. “Something we made, something only we can make. Part you and part me. Something precious.”
Harry nodded. “I know.” He said. “Were you going somewhere with this?”
Draco chuckled. “Yes. Both the mark you’ll get tonight and the child already growing inside you are proofs of my love for you. Never doubt that. My love for you is forever.” He said, leaning down and licking a stripe up Harry’s cock. Instead of taking it into his mouth as Harry expected, he trailed his tongue over Harry’s balls and further back, lifting Harry’s hips so that he could lave his tongue over Harry’s entrance.
“Draco, what are you- No, that’s- Draco, stop!” He finally managed, face flaming.
Draco raised his head and looked at Harry with an arched eyebrow. “Don’t you like it? I’ve read that it feels really good.” He said simply. “And I don’t mind it.”
“Draco, that’s gross!” Harry said weakly, raising up on his elbows to look down at Draco.
Draco chuckled. “I don’t think it’s so gross, Harry. Let me do this. I want to.” He said.
Harry laid back with a heartfelt sigh. “Fine.” He said in resignation.
Draco lifted his hips higher and licked over the tiny opening, then pointed his tongue and drove it in as far as it would go.
Harry made a strangled noise and his thighs trembled.
Draco swirled his tongue over the furled hole again, then fastened his mouth over it and sucked, before driving his tongue in once again.
Harry gasped, and he clenched down around Draco’s tongue, forcing it out.
“Alright, that’s enough of that.” Draco said. “But we will be doing that again.” He promised.
Harry moaned softly at the dual threat and promise. “Just scourgify your mouth before you kiss me again.” He said weakly.
Draco chuckled and cast a quick cleaning charm on his mouth. “Better?” He asked.
Harry nodded.
Draco lubed the fingers of one hand and slipped one in, finding that his saliva had made the area slicker than usual already. He slid a second finger in, scissoring them gently. “I’ll get you to let go of this shyness about your body, Love. No part of you should be off-limits to me. Not even here.” He said, thrusting his fingers in as deep as they could go with the word.
Harry mewled and pressed back against them.
Draco added a third and gently worked Harry open, then lubed himself and slid in. He leaned down and kissed Harry. “I love you, Harry. Even the parts of you that you consider dirty. There’s no shame in liking what I do with you.” He said, lifting Harry’s hips with his hands and driving deep.
Harry moaned, arching and grabbing onto Draco’s shoulders. “God, Draco, don’t stop!”
Draco set a slow pace, sliding in and out, watching Harry’s body as he trembled and arched beneath him. Harry was so beautiful, in his artless responses, his innocent sensuality and his Gryffindorish modesty.
Draco would break him of that last trait, no matter how long it took.
Harry whimpered when Draco’s hand closed around his cock, stroking him.
Draco sped up, knowing that this time, Harry’s orgasm would be blinding. The mating bite was said to be euphoric and extreme, and if it was given before orgasm, it would inevitably trigger release. But that wasn’t Draco’s plan.
He stroked Harry, feeling Harry’s cock throbbing in his hand. Just a little more…
Harry clamped down on him, coming, and Draco leaned down and bit.
Harry screamed, fingernails digging bloody crescents into Draco’s shoulders and Harry’s undulating passage dragging his own release from him. He held onto Harry as the brunet’s body relaxed into post-coital languor, and looked down at his mate.
He smiled smugly.
Harry had passed out.
He held the Gryffindor close, kissing his eyelids, then his cheeks, and finally his mouth, until the brunet stirred, opening sleepy eyes. “What happened?” He asked dazedly.
Draco ran a finger over the bite mark, which was still slightly oozing blood. “I marked you. And you passed out.” He added the last in a pleased tone. He looked over the mark he’d left. “It’ll heal fast, but it will scar. It’s meant to. One more thing: Don’t cover it up on purpose. My creature side will take that as a personal insult, and you won’t like what I’ll do in response.” He warned.
Harry nodded. “Now get off me so I can cuddle up to you and sleep.” He ordered.
Draco chuckled and rolled to the side, pulling Harry against him. “Sleep, Love. We’ll worry about everything else in the morning.”
*****
“Are you ready to go? We leave for the Manor tomorrow.” Draco said, holding Harry tightly as they sat in front of the fire.
Harry nodded. “I’m all packed. Even if I wasn’t, I’m too comfortable right now to move.” He pointed out.
Draco laughed. “Trust me, Love, you’d have found the energy from somewhere if I threatened no sex tonight unless you’re packed.”
Harry turned his head to glare at the blond. “You wouldn’t have!”
Draco raised a brow. “I’m a Slytherin, Harry. It’s what we do.” He told his mate.
“You’re such an arsehole.” Harry said, smiling slightly. “I wonder, sometimes, why I love you so much.”
“Because I’m a loveable arsehole.” Draco said in amusement. “And I’m all yours, besides.”
“Mm, yes, all mine.” Harry snuggled closer. “To the point that you can’t perform with anyone else, even.” He said.
Draco looked down at him with a raised brow. “You’ve been reading my book.” He said, slightly put-out.
Harry chuckled. “I can’t let you be the only one that knows all this stuff about Arteminians. I have to keep myself informed if I’m going to be a proper mate for you.” He pointed out.
“Yes, well, I suppose I should just be happy that you’re showing an interest in what I am, at least.” Draco said in amusement.
Harry beamed at him. “Exactly!”
Draco chuckled. “So, since you’re ready to go and all, what should we do with our free time?”
“Well…” Harry shifted uncomfortably. “There is one thing I’ve been wanting to ask you for, but I know you won’t want to…”
Draco raised a brow. “Ask me, Harry. You know I can deny you nothing, Love.”
“I want to fly.” Harry whispered.
Draco opened his mouth to reply to that whispered statement, but Harry was talking again.
“I know I can’t go up alone, and I understand that; it wouldn’t be safe, because I could faint, being pregnant and all, and then I’d fall, but you could take me up, on your broom! I just want to be in the air again! I really feel like I need it, Draco, I miss it so much!” Harry finished, looking at him hopefully.
Draco smiled and shook his head, and Harry slumped, looking dejected. “Fine.” He said.
Harry’s startled eyes met his, and the brunet grinned. “Really?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes. Dress warm and let me put warming charms on you before we go up, alright?”
Harry eagerly nodded. “Of course! Merlin, Draco, this is great! You’re really going to do this for me?”
Draco snorted. “What part of ‘I can deny you nothing’ was in a foreign language?” He asked wryly.
Harry flushed, then ran into the bedroom and began digging through the wardrobe for his warmest cloak, which wasn’t packed since he’d be wearing it on the ride to the station when he went home with Draco. “All of it?” He laughingly replied. “Really, I didn’t expect you to agree to that. I’m glad you did, but I didn’t expect it at all!”
Draco walked over to the doorway and leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching Harry. “Well, I suppose if I’m with you, I’ll feel a bit better about it. And it’s not really fair to expect you to stay on the ground for nine whole months. Not with how at home you are in the air. It’s like you were born on a broom.”
Harry found the cloak and wrapped it around himself, fastening it and grinning.
Draco put his cloak on as well and grabbed his broom in one hand and Harry’s hand in the other. “Let’s go, then.” He said in amusement.
Harry was nearly skipping on the walk to the Quidditch pitch, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
Draco couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face at how happy Harry was to get in the air again. His mate was acting like an overexcited toddler. The blond found it highly amusing.
“Don’t be afraid to take us up high, Draco. I don’t want to have to fight you on how high or fast we should go. Fly like I’m not with you, alright?” Harry asked excitedly.
“Fine, but no complaining when it’s time to get back on the ground.” Draco said firmly.
Harry nodded. “I promise.”
They got onto the pitch and Draco cast warming charms on them, then mounted the broom. “Come on, you’re in front. That way I can have my arms around you so you won’t fall. I’ll feel better that way.”
Harry got onto the broom in front of Draco and gripped it tightly.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, placing his hands just in front of Harry’s. “Ready?” He whispered into Harry’s ear.
Harry nodded. “Take us up.” He said eagerly.
Draco chuckled and kicked off, flying slowly, heading for one of the goalposts.
“Draco…” Harry’s voice held a clear warning, and Draco grinned.
“Just getting used to having another person with me, Love. Give me a minute or two to adjust to it.” Draco said lightly. After a few minutes of weaving in between the goals, he increased his speed and took them higher.
Harry laughed. “You have no idea how much I missed this!” He shouted as Draco took them faster and higher.
Draco dove, on arm wrapping around Harry’s waist to make sure he didn’t slip off, then pulled out of the dive and executed a sharp turn in midair. “I think I may have some idea. When Father was upset with me, one of his favorite punishments was to suspend my flying privileges. I’ve never gone more than three months without flying since I started school, though.” He told the brunet, then kissed the side of his neck. “Hold on tight.” He advised, then took them up further, to where they could see the entirety of the school grounds.
Harry gasped, having never gone quite that high before. He looked around, enthralled by the stunning view. “Wow.” He breathed.
“We can’t stay up here very long.” Draco told him. “Not as much oxygen up here, and I don’t want to have to catch you if you do faint, but I thought you’d like how everything looks from this high up.” He said, then brought them back down to a reasonable height. He turned to face the goalposts he was farthest from and sped off toward them, drawing close and whipping around at the last minute to avoid smashing into them.
Harry whooped, exhilaration clear in his voice. “How fast can this thing go?” He challenged.
“I’ll show you.” Draco said, then leaned forward, his body pressing Harry down as well. They shot forward, and Harry grinned. It wasn’t quite as fast as his Firebolt, but it was close.
Draco dove again, building up speed, then shot upwards again, and Harry’s stomach did a flip at the abrupt change.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned back against Draco, suddenly nauseas. “I think I’m done. Unless you want me to be sick.” He said in resignation.
Draco slowed, then brought them back down. He dismounted and turned Harry to face him. “Are you okay?” He asked intently.
Harry nodded. “Fine. My stomach just decided enough was enough. It was either get off the broom or be very, very sick.” He said. “And as much as I love to fly, I hate being sick more.”
Draco chuckled. “I don’t blame you. Come on, let’s get back inside.” He said, leading Harry back into the castle.
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