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Intangible	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Fifteen
Harry could not find Draco. The boy was not in his Herbology class, and had not left for the loo. Harry had only just gotten the good sense to switch into the fifth plane to find the boy, when he felt Draco's call, loud and frantic and very much insistent. Draco was moving, past the Great Hall and towards the main doors, and Harry quickly jumped down the flight of stairs he had been on, running to catch up. He was not certain why he was running, just that Draco's call felt very wrong, and he had to make sure the boy was okay.
Bizarrely enough, Harry passed Narcissa in the hall, the normally refined woman looking frenzied. She had her wand out, hands shaking as she sent a locating spell out, the light glowing ahead as she searched for her son. Harry lingered long enough to hear her mutter something about the dragon ring that was now glinting in her hand instead of on Draco's finger, and he was then running full speed, following the trail of light.

Draco did not see Severus Snape, rounding the dungeon stairs as he passed, nor did he hear him, blood rushing in his ears as he felt the Vesper call, pushing at the boundaries of his mind. All there was within him was anger and terror, need and emptiness, and beneath it all, a cry for Harry to stop him from the madness overtaking him. He would never fear again. He would go to them, be done with it, and never fear another thought, or want another life again.
What had Lucius felt, taking off that ring, knowing he would transform and be the creature his brother became? Had his fear been greater than his desire for Draco's safety? Or had it been just the desire, the hot fire rushing over Draco's skin even now, that had called Lucius to pass the ring to the next Malfoy heir and give in to the ever beating call?
“Mr. Malfoy, can you hear me?”
Draco had taken the ring off... had thrown it somewhere in the hall... He needed that ring... No, no he didn't. He didn't need anything. They were outside, and Draco didn't need for anything as long as the pack was there.
Someone grabbed his shoulder, and Draco started, staring at his professor's very black eyes. “Draco, you are unwell. Come with me.”
Draco could feel him, trying to push at his mind to compel him, but Severus was no match for the Vesper, one small human mind battling a pack of many. Draco tilted his head, eyes half closed as if he could hear something in the distance. Abruptly he pulled away, a laugh catching in his throat. And then another, bubbling forth and breaking free. Something tickled in his stomach, power licking inside, and Draco pulled at it, white glow rising forth, pushing his head of house back along with the small tables in the hall, portraits flying off the wall and crashing away.
Laughing softly, Draco resumed his walk.

Severus could not remember the last time he had to use magic on a student—there had been a very extensive code of ethics handbook on just that particular subject. It had been so extensive he had felt the best way to not get sued was to avoid the situation all together. That was not an option now, and without thought of consequence, he sent a barrage of restraining spells on his currently favorite pupil.
Draco did not seem to feel any of them. Severus was not blind to the fact that the boy was innately blocking the majority, his odd glow flaring each time a spell came near, most bouncing off ineffectively. But the ones that did hit, Draco just walked off. Rope coiled around the boy and then fell to the ground limp. Fetters clamped to his ankles and wrists, only to clatter open and crash to the ground. Strongly woven nets tore like spider silk beneath the boy's hands.
If that wasn't bad enough, the boy kept laughing like a mad man. The main entrance to the castle was just ahead, Draco very much determined towards it, and Severus understood with growing dread what was happening.
“I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but you have left me no other recourse. If I cannot restrain you, then I must attack you.” Action very much not allowed in that dusty tome of ethics. The sleeves of his black cloak billowing with his movements, Severus sent a hailstorm of bludgers down on Draco, hoping to break enough of the boy's bones to keep him from walking out the front door.

Harry rounded the corner in time to see Draco glow blinding light, smashing back bludgers and professor alike into the stone walls. Although the shrapnel went right through Harry, the power did not, and he felt Draco's magic trying to push him back with the rest. It was breathtaking, intense and wild, and when Harry found Draco within the bright light he was certain the boy was some sort of angelic demon. Harry opened his arms up to the power, pulling it towards him, stealing it from the air and away from the walls where Snape was crumpled and bleeding.
Harry kept pulling, even though pain was suddenly lancing through his shoulder blade, and now the other as well, as if he had once had limbs there, only to be torn away. He pulled until Draco stopped his steps, the boy wavering, staring at the floor and laughing hysterically while tears streamed down his face.
Harry's arms did not want to move, pain screaming through his back. So he kept them reached out, walking towards Draco, pulling every bit of power the boy dared to release against him, until Draco did not dare any longer. “Draco...”
The boy stiffened, the laughter fading from him. Harry did not step any closer, remembering Narcissa had the ring and he could transform Draco by accident. “Draco, go put the ring on.”
“...You can't fucking make me, Potter.”
Harry growled, pulsing his own power out, filling the hallway, pushing at Draco until the boy was shaking from the exertion to stand. “Put on the fucking ring!”
“No!” Draco held his hands out, raising his head and laughing one loud exultation. “All of them, Potter. Every fucking Malfoy heir became a monster. I will too—so why the fuck not now?”
“You are not a monster. My god, Draco—you are not!”
“I am! I feel it inside. They are calling me—and I want to go. I can't stop it. I fucking want to go!”
Harry shook his head fiercely. “It doesn't matter—it's just a call, not who you are! Just stay with me, Draco. Want me more. I know you do—you know you do. They don't matter as long as you have me. You will always have me, Draco.”
It was too much, and Draco fell to his knees, head in his hands. “You lie... even now... Covered in blood... You're covered in blood and dead...”
Harry wanted so badly to reach out to Draco, to hold him and rock him until his tears faded. But the boy didn't wear the ring, and Harry's arms still refused to move properly. “I'm here. I'm still here and you're here. It's going to be okay, at least for right now, Draco. This moment, right now, we're both here. We're together. And you—you are so fucking beautiful. It hurts to look at you, you are that stunning. So you keep crying, and I'll be right here. And no one is going to hurt you because I'm not going anywhere.”

Draco, never having anyone tell him crying was okay, let out a loud gasp, another laugh fighting with his tears. It was funny. Suddenly he had so much power brimming inside him, and yet he had never felt so powerless in his entire life.
God, he was so fucked. They were outside, waiting for him. Angry—fucking vicious and angry and still demanding Draco come to them. Why did they hate him so, yet insist he answer? He curled in on himself, trying to block the sharp feeling of teeth and claws and hot breath. They were as fucked up as he was, calling for the things in life that repulsed and sickened.
“...Harry?”
“I'm right here.”
Draco nodded, head resting on the cold floor, dust and tears filling his senses. Harry sounded far away, a soft echo in Draco's ears. But it was real. Harry was real, at least for now. “Call me. Please. I can't move from the door...”
“I... I don't know if I can right now.”
Groaning, Draco turned his head, but he could not see Harry. He could sense him, the boy's power very strong and still pushing down on Draco as if to pin him in place. Down the hall, Narcissa was walking, her eyes nearly as wild as her sister's, Dumbledore following swiftly behind her. Draco watched his mother, trying very hard not to laugh at her fearful expression, and failing greatly.
Narcissa didn't say a word, just crouched before her son, grabbed his hand, and placed the ring upon his finger. Draco closed his eyes, the world lurching around him and nausea rising up. Narcissa again placed her hands on him, this time rubbing his back in slow circles until sobs tore out of Draco from the very idea of it.
Draco felt Dumbledore in the background, seeing to Snape, spelling things back to some sort of semblance while Draco fell apart. Everyone seemed capable of pulling things back together, while Draco had reached the point where it all unraveled. He did not know if he was ever going to get back to the other side, the world very much upside down. His mother was trying to comfort him—and it only made him hurt all the more for every time she had denied some simple connection.
Dark blue robes filled his vision, and then Dumbledore was crouching beside him as well, aged hand touching Draco's head carefully, as if he was wounded there. Draco flinched, realizing with a start that he was.
“What stopped you, Draco? What stopped the call?” Dumbledore asked, gingerly probing at Draco's head wound before healing it.
Draco did not want to explain that the call was still there, and he was just very much not paying it head. “Harry.”
His mother jolted as if struck, her head rearing up to look around the large hall. “Potter? That damnable boy is here?”
Dumbledore stood. “Mrs. Malfoy, Harry is hardly—”
“Yes, mother. Harry is here,” Draco interrupted harshly, glaring at his mother and sitting up. “My boyfriend is here, and he is able to keep me from the Vesper with simple will alone.”
Narcissa pulled away, sitting on the floor and staring at Draco as if he were something never seen before. She swallowed, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “We will take you home, Draco. Your father installed wards against the Vesper in the house. You will be—”
“No!” Draco had found his anger again, bubbling up the same way the laughter had. “I cannot be with him if I am home. And he is all I fucking care about!”
“Draco please—it is nonsense.”
“I love him.”
Narcissa hissed at the words, eyes narrowing on Draco's rebellious expression. “Love,” She spat. “You would choose your father's oldest enemy over your family?”
“Every fucking chance I get, mother. On my knees, on my back—any fucking way he wants. I am his, and he is mine.”
“Do not be vulgar with me. That boy is an abomination to pureblood kind, soiling bloodlines and welcoming in those worthless, mudblooded beasts into our circles. His kind would water us down until no one had a speck of power left. He would—”
“Shit—shut the fuck up, you crazy bitch! My pureblood ancestor fucked dragons to gain that so called 'pure' power. My uncle is likely on his knees spreading to an entire pack as we speak, if they haven't killed him years ago. You—you bore a fucking half human, half Vesper into this world, and you would condemn muggles for being fucking soiled? Do you even hear yourself, mother?”
Narcissa did not, pale skin turning pink with anger. She stood, her hands fisted at her sides. “We will speak of this no more. I will leave the paperwork with your headmaster—you will sign it and be ready for your ceremony a week from today at eight o'clock sharp.”
Draco stared at his mother in disbelief, mouth gaping open. He pushed himself to his feet, the ring making his dizzy, and took a steadying breath. “Fuck you.”
“It would be the only thing you haven't fucked, I would think,” Narcissa said with a disdainful sniff.
Draco laughed suddenly, doubling over. He caught his breath, looking up at his mother through his hair. “Fuck you, and the Malfoy name, and your fucking blood hate. I'm not marrying the girl.”
“Oh, you are. If you want any sort of life, you will marry Serene and stop talking nonsense of Potter and mudbloods—as if they are anything compared to us.”
“I don't know if you've fucking noticed, but I don't want any sort of life! I have been a goddamn zombie for the last year. I was just about to walk out that fucking door and live with creatures almost as fucking hateful as you—almost! Fuck you and your fucking manipulative money and power.”
Narcissa's hand was twitching towards he wand, rage filling her eyes. “Do you think I cannot make you? Do you think power is just some silly idea and not the ultimate in controlling every element in this world, including insubordinate, foolish children? We have endured for centuries, and believe me, we will continue because we have the power to control the weak willed.”
Dumbledore suddenly placed a hand to Narcissa's shoulder, the woman's eyes going wide and her body crumpling forward as if a great force were pushing her down. “You will not. Not in my school. Not to my student. It is time to go, Mrs. Malfoy.”
Draco wasn't done, peering down to meet his mother's surprised eyes. “I am not weak willed, mother. I am not weak at all. Cross me and I will show you just how powerful I am.”
Narcissa didn't say anything, her glare promising she would have her way still. Dumbledore forced the woman back to his office to collect Draco's ex-fiancé, Snape's unconscious body floating behind him. Draco continued to sway, eyes eventually closing.
“Potter... are you still there?”
“Of course I am... I wasn't sure if she would be able to hear me, or just you.” Harry murmured after a moment, stepping closer to Draco but not touching him.
“Just me... just my ears today...” Draco sighed, moving towards Harry's heat, hands reaching out to slide around the boy's waist. “Help me, Harry. I... I can't push away from the door...”
Harry was silent for a long moment, and then slowly, almost jaggedly, his arms fell to Draco's shoulders and rested there heavy. “You were amazing... absolutely breathtaking...”
“I was angry, and out of my mind,” Draco muttered, pressing his face into Harry's shoulder. “I am still out of my fucking mind... What is it? Why are you hesitating?” Harry still wouldn't pull him close, still wouldn't hold him tight and pull his body away from the door like only Harry could.
“It's nothing...” Harry slowly pulled his arms down Draco's back, pulling the boy closer, his hands shaking in a way Draco had never felt before and it filled him with fear. “You're just amazing, and I want to stand here with you for a while.”
Harry was lying and Draco could tell, but he didn't know why he was lying. Swallowing hard, Draco closed his eyes and with Harry wrapped around him, he pushed his foot forward, Harry taking a step back in response. There was a howl from outside, an angry demanding call that Draco stop what he was doing.
“Draco, I can do it.”
“It's okay. I'm going to have to figure it out on my own anyways, right?” Draco pushed his other foot forward, Harry steadying him when he swayed, the ring still addling his balance. Harry didn't speak again, letting Draco slowly push the two of them backwards down the hall, both of them ignoring the howls from outside.
“Where are the glasses?” Draco asked, having made it to the opening outside the Great Hall. When Harry remained stubbornly silent, Draco sent out an accio, the lenses snapping in his hands after flying down from the hallway above.
“Don't do it, Malfoy. It's not fucking worth it,” Harry whispered hoarsely, trying to grab the glasses from Draco's hand.
“Shut the fuck up, and let me decide what's worth my attention.” Turning his head, Draco pushed the round lenses on his nose, stepping back so he could see all of Harry.
Tears stung at the corners of Draco's eyes, but he refused to look away. He slowly walked around Harry, biting his lip as the absolute devastation of blood and torn flesh came into view on his back. Reaching forward, Draco touched the damage ever so lightly, Harry oblivious to the feel over the pain already raw there. “Is this... is this because we fought? It got so bad—”
“No. You have nothing to do with this,” Harry insisted, turning as quickly as he could while grimacing from the pain. “Jaz said the damage is just catching up... uh, exponentially. That's all.” Harry raised arms that did not want to raise, touching Draco's face softly.
Draco stared into Harry's blazing green eyes, his dark skin littered with cuts and spatters of blood. He knew again the boy was lying, but was unable to reveal it to him. If it let Harry feel better to lie to him, than Draco would not break the delusion. Draco stood on tiptoes, kissing Harry's frowning mouth.
“Can you walk, or would you like to rest on me?” Draco asked simply, palms smoothing over the blood soaked lines of Harry's shoulders.
“I can walk fine. The pain is minimal, just distracting. My arms are just... resistant to normal motion.” Harry was scowling down at his hands, the fingers twitching oddly.
“Harry?” Draco leaned closer, trying to pull the boy's gaze, missing his eyes even if they were surrounded by too much red.
“What do you need, Draco?” Harry asked, eyes caught and stuck on Draco's lovely face.
“I like your voice, Harry. I like hearing it again... It's good to hear you again.” Draco watched, Harry slowly smiling at him.
“Yeah, well, it's good to be heard... even though I'm sure I'll say something to get myself in trouble...” He brushed his lips to Draco's, jaw tightening in pain from the simple movement. “Come on, let's get you to Pomfrey. You can check on Snape and, well, it would be good if you had other people around to help...”
Licking his lips, Draco nodded. He wasn't going to argue with Harry about it, not while the boy was—god, well, looking near dead. Draco slipped the glasses off and folded them into his shirt pocket. Arms around Harry's back, they walked slowly to the hospital wing.

It was dark when Draco awoke, Harry's breath on his side and invisible body seen with a warm glow of magic. The pen was again sliding over his skin. Draco raised the lights slowly, watching the pen swirl across his flesh, more jagged this time, Harry's hand twitching from both sparks and broken nerves.
Snape was fine, surprisingly not even angry at Draco but more proud, as if Draco's show of power had been a reflection on Snape's good teaching. It was an odd thing, but Draco liked Snape and was glad the man was not angry at him. Jaz had been there, asking Draco if he'd be willing to let the man put some barriers up around his room. Draco had said okay, even though he did not think they would do much good.
Jaz had looked far more concerned about Harry's condition then he had about Snape's. He had even gone so far as to suggest they move the time up, but they had to wait for Severus to be well enough, the man's bones regrowing as fast as they could. Snape would be damaged when he administered the potion, but hopefully Harry would be too wounded or not crazed, and the smell of human would not be a problem.
“Harry... you can just say these things now...” Draco whispered, biting his lip as Harry finished writing on his thigh. Harry had stripped him while Draco slept, blue lines nearly filling all of Draco's pale skin.
“I need you to know, Draco. I need you to know how much you're mine...” Harry licked across Draco's flat stomach, muffling a grunt from the pain it caused when he moved his shoulders.
Draco shivered, eyes slowly turning the mess of lines into words. “Holy fuck—Harry, that's... shit...” He couldn't continue, a dark laugh and then moan bubbling free.
Harry growled softly, moving up Draco's body and raising the boy's palm to read aloud to Draco. “This hand belongs on my cock. All the time. Your arm should be wrapped tight, touching me, covered in cum.”
“Harry—you're fucking mad!” Draco laughed and blushed, Harry only grabbing his other arm, licking up it slowly and then reading.
“This hand should be on your cock, except when I'm licking it or sucking that hard, long dick of yours, and then you can move it where ever the fuck you want as long as it's still touching me.”
“Shit, I'm going to have some very tired arms, hmm?” Draco teased, opening his mouth to Harry's tongue when the boy suddenly kissed him hard. “Oh... okay, being quiet now...”
“That's what I thought. Because your mouth should either be shouting my name, or filled with my cock and seed,” Harry growled in his ear, tracing over words he had apparently written on his face.
“Oh god... that's obscene...” Draco's eyes were wide, fire tingling over his skin. “What else did you write?”
“Your neck exists to be breathed on, kissed, licked and bitten by me, and only me. You can touch it, because you look fucking hot when you touch yourself, but that's it.” Harry touched Draco's throat, hand firmly pressing against the front until it was nearly stealing Draco's air away. “Your mouth and throat are tight, and I'm the only one that's going to know how tight.”
Draco nodded blearily, his eyelids heavy as Harry moved his hand and pressed wet, open-mouth kisses to his throat. “Yes...”
Harry paused, licking down to Draco's chest, tongue running wet trails while he grunted again as pain lanced through him. “Shit, you are so fucking hot...”
“Come on, read,” Draco insisted, grabbing at Harry's hair and pulling the boy's head up. Harry chuckled, palms clasping Draco's sides.
“You are the property of Harry James Potter, from your sweet little nipples you fucking love to have twisted red, to your long, scrawny ass stomach full of all my cum you swallow, to your fucking hard, long cock that keeps coming every time I tell it to. You are fucking mine, Draco Malfoy, and you will always be mine, not matter what.”
“Oh fuck—fuck Harry, you need to... you really need to fuck me...” Draco whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut and hips rocking up to rub against Harry's body.
“I'm not done,” Harry growled, licking down the words he had just read, hands gripping Draco's hips hard while he nuzzled into the boy's flat stomach and dipped his tongue into his bellybutton. He moved down lower, muffling his pain into Draco's soft skin, licking down the boy's groin and rubbing his face into the white blond pubic hair that turned slightly darker the closer it got to Draco's straining cock.
“Look at you, so fucking hard for me...” Harry snagged the pen from the sheets, biting Draco's hip when the boy tried to smack it away. “No—It definitely needs a fucking name, Draco.”
Draco blinked down at him, small smile quirking his lips while Harry wrapped one hand around his dick and carefully stretched it out to write on. He gasped, moan choking in his throat when the pen touched his sensitive length, his eyes rolling backwards while he clutched the sheets.
“That's it... fucking... M... I... N... E.” Harry growled, writing the letters as large as they could fit, and then swirling the pen in a spiral over the head of Draco's cock. Draco whimpered mindlessly, and Harry dropped the pen to taste his boyfriend instead. He ran his tongue over Draco's flushed red length, refusing to suck it down until he had first thoroughly covered it with his saliva.
“Oh god... Harry...” Draco's hands were in Harry's hair again, twisting his messy locks demandingly. Harry smiled against his hard cock, and slowly let his wet lips stretch open, feeling how Draco's swollen head pulsed in anticipation. He pressed the flat of his tongue up, catching every fresh drop of precum, while he slowly stretched his lips to let Draco sink into his hot mouth. He pulled Draco in until his tongue could not longer reach his head, and Harry settled for rubbing along the underside of the aching flesh, Draco trying to thrust deeper with little rocks of his hips.
“Harry... I fucking need you...” Draco moaned, his face turning to bite the pillow next to him.
Harry slowly pulled off of Draco's dick, tongue caressing long after his lips had left. “I know, you fucking tease. I'm going to show you just how much you need me, and you are never going to think of anyone but me again. Fucking ever.”
He grabbed Draco's thighs, spreading them wide while Harry carefully moved further down the bed to read. “This it the leg you wrap around my waist when you're about to come, screaming my name for everyone to hear. And this is the one you crawl on, begging over the floor for me to fuck you so hard you can't think anymore. Your feet will always bring you to me, and your knees will break and you will fucking take everything I give you.”
“Holy fuck... Harry... not joking... fuck me, now...”
“Oh, you keep begging, beautiful. I still have your entire back to write on.” Draco made a noise between a moan and a sob, clearly torn about having to wait, but enjoying every damn moment of it. At Harry's prodding, the boy turned, wiggling into the mattress, head propped on his folded arms while he panted.
Clicking the pen open, Harry began to write on Draco's back, his voice slowing to match the speed of each word written. “Your back was made to be covered in my cum...”
“Harry!” Draco shouted, laughter and lust making him shake.
“Well it was,” Harry murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Draco's neck, and then nipping sharply. He returned to scrawling on Draco's skin, the boy shuddering at each tickling spot. “Just looking at the bend of your neck... your strong shoulders and tight waist... gets me so fucking hard for you... And your ass... fuck your ass... literally, I want to fuck your tight round delicious ass every waking moment.”
“Oh fuck... just do me, Potter,” Draco demanded hoarsely, trying to get up to his hands and knees, only to have Harry push him flat into the mattress.
“Not. Done.” Harry rumbled lowly, taking his free hand and squeezing Draco's ass hard, holding the boy still while he cried out. Harry ran the pen over the soft swell of flesh and tight muscle of Draco's ass, Draco furrowing his brow as he felt a distinct heart being drawn around his left cheek.
“This ass is also property of Harry James Potter, to fuck and lick and fill whenever he so pleases. And Draco Malfoy fucking loves every cum-soaked moment of it.”
“Oh god, Yes... now hurry the fuck up,” Draco groaned, rubbing against the mattress when Harry would not let him rub back against him.
“Demanding...” Harry chuckled softly, tossing the pen to the floor and pulling Draco's hips up until the boy was on his knees. “I said whenever I please... I know, I wrote it right here.” Harry bit the words firmly, Draco rocking back with a shout. “Right now I want to taste you until you're begging... well, you're already begging, so I'll have to figure out when...”
“Harry...” Draco whined, the boy still doing a lot of talking but very little touching. “Stop teasing!”
Harry groaned, tongue licking down Draco's crack, flickering between the tight flesh and breathing hot air on the boy's flush sack. He nipped gently, small, taunting bites that made Draco cry out. “Not teasing, love... just need to... god... to enjoy every fucking moment...” He ran his hands down the outside of Draco's thighs, squeezing tight and pulling the boy back onto his tongue. Thrusting deep inside, he felt Draco spasm right before he shrieked.
“Oh fuck... oh god... I think...” Draco trailed off, head buried in his pillow while he gasped and whimpered.
Harry suppressed a growl, using his tongue for better things, such as bringing Draco closer to ecstasy. He slid a hand between the boy's spread thighs, finding Draco's straining cock now dripping even more delicious precum. Harry pulled away to lick at his fingers, moving up and seeking out Draco's face.
“Harry... you really got to... god... really need you...” Draco whispered between pants, eyes pleading, mouth wide while he shook.
Harry sighed, licking his tongue out and meeting Draco's. “I need you to bend over the bed... I can't—” Draco didn't let him finish the sentence, growling while he pushed himself up and threw his legs over the side. He stood shakily, waiting for Harry to follow, the boy's magic-covered form moving gingerly as if fighting pain.
Draco closed his eyes when Harry wrapped his arms around him, pressing back against Harry's hard body and trying to ignore the way his boyfriend was shaking. Harry wanted him—he was hurt, was likely only going to get more hurt, and right now he needed to be inside Draco, just as much as Draco need Harry inside of him. “Fuck me, Harry. Show me just how much I'm yours... Any way you want...”
Harry gasped against his throat, and Draco couldn't help but love every small noise. It was so much sexier knowing Harry responded, lost his breath, lost his control just over things Draco did. It made Draco want to do more things just to hear him. Draco spread his legs wider, bending forward and resting his hands on the mattress. He looked back at Harry, smirking teasingly, even though he could not stop the blush just for thinking the words he was going to say. “You've got a lot of me to cover with your cum tonight, and I just don't know if you're going to have the time.”
Harry growled loudly, a deliciously animalistic sound that sent shivers down Draco's spine, and then the boy was pushing into him, already having spelled Draco slick and stretched.
“Oh fuck...” Draco gaped, eyes wide and staring blindly at the covers.
“I know,” Harry rasped in his ear, holding Draco still while the boy trembled, his body jolting oddly as if he were sparking and not Harry. “You're tight... tighter than before...”
Draco just moaned, body jerking again, convulsing around Harry's hard thickness filling him so full. He pushed his hips back, trying to get Harry deeper, knowing if he could just get a little deeper everything would be perfect. “Oh god, it's different... why... what...?”
Harry let out a shaky moan, burying his face in Draco's hair. “I didn't tell you... but you have wings now... shit, you're fucking tight... so tight...”
“Wings?” Draco shook his head, gasping and then moaning as he pushed back harder. “Oh... oh please... deeper... get deeper...”
“Yeah... your body is changing...” Harry gripped Draco's hips harder, pulling the boy back onto him while he pushed all his weight forward. Something shifted, the world tilting dizzily, and then Draco was shouting in absolute, tormented pleasure. Harry could help but cry in agreement, Draco's passage moving, clenching and pulling with fucking intent to make him cum into the boy's hot, tight hole. “Holy fuck...”
They froze, bent over the bed, Harry's sweat dripping down Draco's slick body, their eyes squeezed shut while they both moaned. The world was definitely shifting, everything spinning wildly even though nothing was moving at all. Draco kept pushing back on Harry, small, choked sounds breaking his keen wail, his hands scrambling on the bed to help give leverage.
“This is it... Harry... this is what... to be... yours...” Draco sobbed, his body jolting again and again. Harry pressed his full weight down, pinning Draco's upper body into the mattress while the boy writhed beneath him. “Claim... me...”
Understanding dawning, Harry lifted his heavy head off of Draco's shoulder and pressed it to the boy's throat instead. “Mine...” he whispered, licking the sweat and blue pen. “Always mine...”
“Fucking do it!” Draco gasped out, his body feeling so tight he was certain his legs were going to snap. And then Harry was biting into his neck, teeth sharp and sinking in and holding tight, and Draco was yelling again, everything spinning and going black and red.
Beneath it all, the pain, the sweat and groans, Draco felt when Harry came inside him, his large cock swelling so big, hot liquid splashing so deep, right where it was supposed to hit, and Draco's body clenching it tight to pull Harry in and keep him deep.
“Crap, Draco... you're... hell...” Harry mumbled hoarsely into Draco's neck, the boy's skin glowing before his eyes, blood dripping scarlet, and scent... scent changing. Harry breathed in deep, his tongue licking long swipes up Draco's throat.
“Yours...” Draco moaned, body arching and stretching. Harry reached his hand around, wrapping around Draco's dick, jerking it slowly while he held his breath. Suddenly laughing, Draco came, releasing hot shots of cum over Harry's fingers and the bed, seemingly going on forever.
Harry wanted to tell Draco about the change, about the glow and the scent and very much that Draco was his—fucking his and no one else's. But his head was spinning, and his back was screaming fire, and not the good fire, but the painful fire because Harry realized he had once had a tail that had also been ripped off.
“Harry—what is it?” Eyes snapping open at Harry's first loud hiss of pain, Draco dug fingers into the mattress, pulling himself up the bed and out from under Harry's weight. He turned, legs moving unsteadily and sat up, watching the glow on Harry's skin fluctuate. “Harry... should I put the glasses on?” He asked, seeking out the boy's face and cupping gently.
“No... I'll be fine... just a little pain...” Harry gasped out, pressing his lips to Draco's palm. “I'm gonna... I'm going to go wait in the room for the spell... while I can move...”
“Wait, I'll go with—”
“Please Draco... please, I don't want you to see me like this...” Harry muttered, fighting back another hiss. “Don't remember me like this...”
Feeling like he was going to overflow with emotion, Draco gave a slight nod, and then pressed a swift kiss to Harry's mouth. “I'll see you tomorrow, Harry. Remember, I'm your boyfriend now, and you have to do what I say. Right?”
“Right,” Harry groaned, his head leaning against Draco as another tremor shook him.
“So you're coming home tomorrow, and you're going to get all better. 'Cus I said so, and you are very good at listening when I ask nice enough.”
“Yes, Draco... Whatever you want...” Harry kissed the boy again, his mouth not responding properly, the kiss sloppy and harsh, but Draco didn't mind. Then Draco helped him up, leading Harry to the door.
“Your glow. Just in case someone wants to hurt you,” Draco reminded, wrapping a robe around himself. Harry let the magic fade from his skin, Draco's expression growing more anxious without it. “You're sure you don't want help?”
“I'll be fine... My legs are fine... Not tired, just pain...” Harry opened the door before Draco could think of a good reason to come along. “Love you... Always going to love you...”
“Shit Harry...”
Harry shut the door, blocking out the tears he could not handle to see. He made his way unsteadily through the castle, knowing Draco was crumpled in his room crying. He knew because every time Harry looked back in that direction, he could see the boy, again his body changed, a permanent soft glow radiating from his skin. Harry also knew that the glow was for him, Draco's body telling any Vesper that looked that he was claimed.
Harry wasn't sure how long it took to get through the dungeons, time slipping away as the world kept tilting around him. He eventually found the right room, stumbling to the floor, holding his groans of pain back. Eyes again looking through the fifth dimension, Harry turned himself on the floor until he was facing Draco's form. Head resting on the wall, eyes half opened, Harry watched Draco sleep fitfully.
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