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Bonded Consort	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 33015 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Sixteen--Downtime
"You look as though you smashed into a wall on your broom."
Harry smiled a little, not opening his eyes. He was lying on the bed in the Malfoy house Draco had enchanted for their safety, letting one arm dangle. His hand rested on the back of M.H.'s head. M.H. had been mostly silent since they left the Potters' house, but he objected every time Harry's hand moved.
"Did you hear me?"
"I did. I just wasn't sure if it was worth responding to," Harry murmured, and opened his eyes to lazily stretch his free arm out. Draco caught his hand and kissed the palm.
"How do you feel, really?"
"Light. I mean...I spent all these years afraid that I really did influence Dahlia for the worse, and knowing it wasn't me makes me feel better. My parents rejected me, and that should hurt more than it does, maybe. But I lived so long without them."
"And they don't deserve to have you, and they don't deserve any mourning you would do over them," Draco said, with a slight, satisfied smile, sitting down on the bed next to Harry. His hand skimmed over Harry's shirt and down to his bare stomach. Harry shut his eyes as he felt Draco's fingers dance on his skin.
"What about your parents, though?" He managed to ask the question in what was not quite a gasp. "Since they said they would only give their consent to our bonding if we got--the Potters' consent?"
"That's something we need to think about, yes. But on the whole, I'm as satisfied as you are with this afternoon's work."
Draco's voice had shifted. Harry opened his eyes to look at him, wondering. Draco might have some new plan that he needed to pay attention to.
Instead, Draco simply bent over him, his eyes so deep and bright that Harry could only apply the word smolder to them. Harry swallowed, and ignored the urge to back away. He also ignored M.H.'s complaint as he moved his hand away from the snake's head and to the back of Draco's neck.
Mating is not as important as me!
Harry started to reply to that, but Draco's mouth was on his, pressing down until he opened his lips with a gasp and allowed Draco's tongue entrance. Draco stroked his hand down Harry's side, murmuring in something that might have been delight, and then his fingers splayed out under Harry's shirt.
Harry reached down to remove it, but Draco shook his head.
"I just want to touch you through your clothes."
It seemed strange when Draco had wanted so badly to take them off other times, but then, they were both in strange moods. Harry lay back willingly and let Draco touch him under his shirt, and over his shirt, and on the side of his neck, and hard enough on his eyelashes that he had to close his eyes under the pressure...
In no time his breath and his pulse were both racing. Harry shifted restlessly to the side, his neck arching back. Draco said nothing, but touched his inner thighs with quick, light taps, just a fingertip and no more pressing down for a second. Then he suddenly pressed down harder and yanked his hand up.
Harry hissed and grabbed it. And opened his eyes to find Draco smiling at him in what looked like pure, joyous delight.
"You were doing that to see how long it would take me to crack, right?"
"Well, yes. I know I want you, but you haven't always shown that you want me--"
Harry twisted in the way that he'd learned to do to get away from some of the more venomous snakes he treated, and Draco fell back on the bed with a shout. Harry heaved himself onto Draco's chest in response and yanked at his shirt. It got tangled up around Draco's shoulders and arms and collarbone, which produced a lot of indignant noises.
That was okay. Harry took the opportunity to bend down and kiss Draco's chest. It was pale usually, but flushing right now, and Harry smiled at the sight of it. He smiled at the sight of everything, really. He'd never thought he'd get to have this, and he'd thought about it all the time even as he tried to avoid thinking about it and avoid resenting it.
Now he could think about different things, about having a partner and a consort who would always be with him. And he could feel the resentment because he knew it wasn't his fault, that his magic wasn't evil.
Not that I don't have better things to think about than the Potters and Dahlia.
Harry ran his hand over Draco's chest, pausing when he got near his nipples. Draco had tensed and seemed to be holding his breath. What is this about?
He tweaked Draco's nearest nipple as hard as he could.
Draco arched his back with another shout, somewhat muffled by the cloth still tight around his face. Harry grinned and pinched his nipple again, then eased the shirt the rest of the way off while Draco was still huffing and swearing.
"What was that for?" Draco snarled when he could see Harry's face again.
Harry shrugged. "I wanted to."
Draco stared at him with his lips slightly parted, which only made Harry want to kiss him. When he did it, Draco grabbed Harry and they wrestled for who got to lie on top of who, Harry laughing and breathless and his hands flailing, Draco trying to kiss or tweak every part of Harry's exposed skin.
Draco finally won, at least enough to lie on Harry's chest and hold his hands down and pant into his mouth. Harry tried to lick Draco's lips, but Draco moved his head just far enough back that Harry couldn't reach them. Harry made a little disappointed sound, and Draco's eyes shone.
“I think that’s shown me,” he said, although he was already running a hand down Harry’s side as if he wanted to start another round. “You’re not usually that aggressive, are you?”
“I never had anyone to be aggressive with before.”
Draco propped himself up on one elbow and stared down into Harry’s face. “I wasn’t talking about that and you know it.”
Harry hadn’t known it, actually, but it didn’t take much to realize what Draco meant. “You’re still afraid I’m going to go back and forgive my family.”
“I trust you. And you said you weren’t going to forgive them.”
“But part of you is afraid of it anyway.”
Draco didn’t answer.
Harry leaned forwards enough to kiss him on the nose. “I promise, I won’t. They can come and talk to me if they want, and I’ll probably listen. And I’m a little worried about Eric—and Lilac,” he had to add. He’d actually met her, unlike Eric, but she’d only been four when he left. She must have changed a lot. “And I’d be interested to know what Dumbledore means to do next.”
“But you’re going to fight, no matter what happens.”
“Whatever there is to fight. Yes. Especially,” and Harry tried to lower his voice and be seductive, even though he wasn’t really sure how, “if I’m fighting to keep you.”
That finally made Draco smile, and he said, “You do deserve a reward.” He let Harry’s arms and chest go, but evaded the grab Harry immediately made for him, instead crawling down Harry’s body and gently stroking the cloth over his erection. Harry gasped and arched his hips, and Draco pulled his robes open and his pants down in almost the same motion.
“You don’t have to leave my clothes on, you know—”
“I want to.”
Those words shut Harry up as they must have shut Draco up when he said them. So he lay there, and watched in a kind of sunlit daze as Draco took out his cock and bent his head over it.
This…he had never thought he would have this, no. It had been forbidden to him by what he’d done to Dahlia and the weight of the evil he carried.
And now both of those were gone, of no more weight than the bones of a bird, and still he’d never thought he could have it.
Why?
But those thoughts vanished at the first suction of Draco’s mouth around him. Harry grabbed for things. The blankets, the sheets, Draco’s hair, his own feet. Pleasure raced through him and nearly crested like the tide already.
“No,” he blurted.
Draco drew his head back and gave him a look of calm disbelief. “You’re really turning down someone getting ready to suck you.”
“No! I mean—no, I don’t want to come yet.” Harry shut his eyes and tried to tell himself he would not come as soon as he got in Draco’s mouth, he would not.
“Oh.” Draco’s voice had deepened, and his fingers lightly stroked Harry’s shaft, up and down, back and forth in a tingling tease that made Harry sigh. “Do tell me when you think you’ll be ready, as long as it’s soon.”
Harry didn’t need all that long to reel himself back from the edge. After all, he’d had time to get used to the idea now, which he hadn’t when Draco suddenly introduced him to the delights of a blowjob.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Draco moved in slowly, checking with one eye aimed upwards, as if he thought Harry would temperamentally change his mind again. But Harry didn’t, and the sheer pull of the sensation drowned him, and this time, he surrendered to and welcomed the pleasure.
Draco stroked the sides of his shaft again, and the licking, flickering warmth rose to Harry’s balls.
He was going to get to have this for the rest of his life, no matter what happened.
Draco’s eyes gleamed up at him in between strands of pale hair, and Harry tried to touch them, shaking. He was too far away, and sitting up made a surge of sensation rocket to his groin that dropped him straight back again, gasping.
He needed—he needed Draco.
Draco around him, with him, playing beside him and with him, Draco supporting him even when he had no support from his family. In his incoherent brain, the sensation of Draco’s mouth around him mingled with the feeling of Draco’s hands locked around his waist as they faced down his family.
It was the memory more than the sucking that made him come, in the end. But Harry, his thoughts streaked with pleasure, wasn’t sure he should tell Draco that. He came and he came and he came, and for now, that was surely enough satisfaction for the both of them.
Harry made what he was sure was an undignified noise as he spent, and Draco made the same noise back as he swallowed and wiped his cheeks. Harry stared at him. Draco laughed a little and touched his hip with one sticky hand.
“What, no one in your dreams ever swallowed?”
“I never dreamed of something that felt half as good as that.”
Draco’s smile was small and smug. “Right answer,” he said, and climbed up, and settled himself between Harry’s thighs. Harry immediately reached for him and tried to think about how he was going to match up to Draco’s prowess, but Draco stopped him with a snort. “Later, when you’re not exhausted and you have time to learn from me. We have time.”
They did, Harry realized, and he fell back and spread his thighs a little and let Draco rut between them, against skin and cloth both, sighing as he went. His eyes were closed and his mouth pursed in the fullness of his pleasure. His straining back was right there, for Harry’s hands to grasp and hold, and his breath whistled in and out, in and out.
So good. So good to have him here.
Harry stared at Draco’s closed eyes, and wished there was more he could do to show Draco how glad he was.
At the moment, though, he honestly didn’t think so. Draco’s breathing had sped up and he acted like he was about to come any minute, and what could Harry add to that pleasure?
Oh. Right.
He waited until Draco was trembling right on the edge—and how wondrous was it that he could recognize that in someone?—and then whispered into his ear, “Thank you.”
Draco almost exploded. He dropped straight down while he was still spurting, and stared at Harry with wide eyes. Harry chuckled and gently rubbed his cheek with one finger.
“You’ve just brought me so much,” he said, and Draco turned his head to the side as if he was listening, which was all the encouragement Harry needed to continue. “A lover when I believed I would never have one. Happiness when I didn’t really have it. And freedom.”
Draco lowered his head and said nothing for long seconds. Harry just stayed quiet, though. He no longer feared that Draco was going to lean back and say something that meant they would split apart. He only had to wait until Draco found his voice.
*
Draco had been raised to believe that he would be the giver of generous gifts. Of course any spouse or consort coming into the Malfoy family should feel honored, not the other way around. And everyone wanted to be friends with a Malfoy, and everyone wanted their favor, and everyone would fawn on him.
He had believed that for so long that it took him some time to realize that chains had collapsed inside his head, too.
He finally swallowed and said, “You know that we’re going to have a long struggle against Dumbledore. And maybe the Unspeakables, if he can persuade them to support him.”
Harry only raised his eyebrows in a gesture that Draco snorted at. Harry must have copied it from him. “I know that. I still think it’s worthwhile challenging my family and getting me free. We can face Dumbledore together.”
“You don’t know how powerful he is, how much political influence he commands—what are you grinning at?”
“I was just wondering what would happen if it turned out that people learned he’d been wrong, and condemned an innocent child to suffer for crimes that weren’t crimes at all. And Voldemort’s magic isn’t Voldemort’s.”
Draco nodded. “It—it might not bring him down. I’m not sure anything could do that. But it would damage his reputation. That’s for sure.”
Harry nodded back, face aglow. “That’s fine. All I really want is to make sure that he won’t keep hovering in the background and causing trouble for us.” He hesitated for a moment, and his hand clasped Draco’s wrist. “There’s the issue of your family, too, of course. What will they do since we didn’t get the Potters’ approval?”
Draco shrugged. “They still won’t disown me. They don’t have three other children to carry the family name the way the Potters do. And I don’t care much about other threats they could make to me.”
“I do,” Harry said, firm as a diamond. “I don’t want you hurt. And I don’t want your parents hovering in the background like Dumbledore could do, either. I don’t want their shadow to fall over us.”
“You’re being a bit melodramatic, Harry,” Draco murmured, choosing to concentrate on the shine of the bonding bracelet on Harry’s wrist. Otherwise, he knew his eyes would probably be wet. “Their disapproval can’t cast that kind of shadow on me anymore, not since I became a man and realized they had limitations.”
“Well, it might not for you, but this is me,” Harry said inarguably. “What would you do if the Potters hadn’t disowned me and they were trying to get me to come back into the family now that they know they were wrong about Dahlia?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“You should see the expression on your face. But I feel the same way you would about that.” Harry reached up and gently touched his eyelids, forcing his eyes closed. “Let me protect you, too, Draco, Please.”
Draco nodded and bowed his head. Harry shivered in surprise as Draco kissed his shoulder. “As you will,” Draco whispered. “And I have a good idea of someone we might contact, since we’ll need help spreading the story to the papers.”
“Who?”
“Tell me, Harry,” Draco said, and felt a surge of tremendous warmth pass through him as he pictured the way the Potters would look when they heard the news, “how well do you remember your godfather?”
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Don't worry, Harry deinitely will turn James down if he asks to reinstate Harry. And he does want a relationship with Eric.
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