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Cannot Save You Now	By : tigrelilje Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 16
An unfamiliar feeling of excitement had been growing within Harry for some time now. Never in the past had he looked forward to a potentially dangerous and deadly encounter, but he was now.
He would be facing Voldemort within a week.
All Hallows Eve was approaching rapidly and many of the plans Harry had been brooding over for the past few months were finally about to be started. He wondered where his patience these last few months had come from. He had never been known for it before.
Theo and the other Death Eater children would be leaving the castle Friday evening to make their way to their families for the meeting Voldemort had planned. The thought of Draco in the company of that monster, for even a second without Harry present, had the young vampire almost growling out loud before he controlled himself. He had trouble controlling his rage every time he thought of his mate’s beautiful skin being Marked. However, now was not the time to fall apart and let his emotions get the best of him; he had to stay calm and accomplish his plans. Draco’s Mark only gave Harry more motivation to devastate and destroy the inhuman bastard.
Harry wondered if the Death Eaters knew why their Lord had called them. Did any of them know he was planning to bargain with the “leader” of the vampires? Or was there another motive behind the meeting as well? Harry tensed for a moment at the reminder that it was the anniversary of his human family’s death. With the exception of the father he had never known.
He was sidetracked from his thoughts when he saw Hermione walking toward him down the hallway. It was just before dinner and the halls were beginning to fill with students running every which way. Hermione’s gaze caught his and she smiled slightly, though Harry could see her hesitation on whether she should approach him so openly when many students could see and report the meeting of a Slytherin and Gryffindor. Harry felt his smile grow a little more as he tilted his head slightly to the side to indicate that she should pause on the side of the hallway, out of the way of the rushing students but not out of sight.
“Henry,” she greeted when Harry joined her.
“Hermione.”
They were already drawing bewildered and scandalized looks from the students passing them. Harry felt a sense of giddiness from the reactions they were causing. What was wrong with him? He had never been one to draw attention but he was gaining distinct pleasure from the confusion this simple greeting was causing. He almost laughed when he thought of what his own reaction would have been when he was a human Gryffindor.
“You seem to be in a good mood?” Hermione’s statement came out as more of a question, and Harry realized his smile probably looked a little sadistic.
“I am,” he agreed softly, not wanting to be overheard. “I can’t seem to calm myself in regards to my upcoming encounter. So many things I have been waiting for are about to happen all at once. I can begin my punishment for… ah, You-Know-Who, his ‘friends’, and my father,” only Harry Potter had ever called Voldemort by his name, and he didn’t want to create any unwanted attention by being overheard saying forbidden words. “Even my final plans against the red heads will begin if things go the way I hope.”
“Won’t you also have a chance to be alone with a certain blonde outside of school?” Hermione asked with a knowing smile.
Yes, he would, and he was desperately trying to think about anything else. Not because he was nervous or anxious, but because he was sure he would become unbearably impatient and do something beyond foolish before they could leave the school if he didn’t distract his mind from lascivious thoughts.
“Hm,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Perhaps if he acted calm and uncaring, he would be able to convince himself that he truly felt that way. “What about your relationship?”
“Which one?” Hermione smiled wickedly. The look was so out of character on her usually sweet face that Harry almost felt uneasy, before he laughed lowly.
“Will you break things off with Ron soon?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“What about your plans?”
“Hermione,” Harry smiled tenderly, and brought a hand up to her cheek, “you need not sacrifice your desires for mine. You have already done more than enough. This is my revenge, not yours. And besides,” Harry’s smile became more of a satisfied smirk, “leaving the bastard for a Slytherin is a huge crime all by itself, don’t you think?”
Hermione laughed lightly and Harry was happy to see her do so. He had been worried about burdening her with his problems, but it seemed like she wasn’t being negatively impacted. At that moment, Harry caught sight of Ron over Hermione’s shoulder. He hadn’t seen them yet, but he would at any moment.
“Speak of the devil,” Harry murmured. “Shall we deliver our first emotional attack or would you like to prepare for it more. You must live in the same dorms as him, after all.”
“You need not worry about me,” Hermione assured him.
Before Harry could respond, he saw Ron catch sight of them out of the corner of his eye and had to suppress the laughter that wanted to come out at the look of horror and outrage on his former friend’s face. Hermione must have seen something in his expression because she seemed to be holding back her own gleeful smile the next moment.
“What’re you doing?” the angry shout cut through the hallway and drew the attention of many of the other students. Many quickly realized that a confrontation was about to occur when they saw that a Slytherin was intimately touching the girlfriend of Gryffindor’s most hot-tempered and prejudiced member.
“Get your hands off her!” Ron demanded as he pushed his way through the crowd toward them.
Instead of moving his hand from Hermione’s cheek, Harry slid it back further to rest against the nape of her neck and tangle in her hair a bit and replied, “Who are you to tell me how to interact with Hermione?”
Harry made sure to give the red head his most condescending and infuriating look, raised eyebrow and disdainful sneer in full force. He almost felt ashamed of himself for choosing this moron as his best friend when the red head rose to the bait immediately and fisted his hands at his side. Harry was actually surprised when he didn’t immediately have to duck a punch. Perhaps even Ron was smart enough to restrain himself so as not to hurt his girlfriend.
“That’s my girlfriend you’re touching, you filthy snake,” Ron snarled. “You better get away from her before you regret it!”
“She doesn’t seem to mind,” Harry commented lazily as he began to card his hand through Hermione’s hair and brush the back of her neck. She shivered and her eyes closed slightly. Harry knew it was from pleasure and felt momentarily bad for manipulating her but then she caught his eye and smiled slightly to reassure him that she was alright with his actions before directing her gaze to her boyfriend.
If Ron had been angry before, he looked almost apoplectic now. He was beginning to splutter, like he couldn’t even find the words to express his anger. Before he could regain his coherency, Harry said, “Hermione and I are just good friends. You shouldn’t be so controlling if you don’t want to lose her.”
Harry bent down to kiss Hermione’s cheek, whispered, “Bring him to our classroom later”, gave her a charming smile and walked away without a glance at Ron. Hermione was more than capable of handling Ron’s anger. He actually hoped Hermione left him for her preferred Slytherin soon. He couldn’t wait to see the fall out, actually.
***
When Hermione had brought Ron to the classroom where Harry had first told her the truth about himself, he had remained hidden. The girl had proceeded to dump Ron and tell him she had found someone else. While he was fuming, Harry had come up behind him to spin him around. Ron’s eyes had widened in surprise but Harry already had eye contact and his plan was finished in seconds. Ron’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he passed out from the mental pressure Harry’s magic had applied.
“What did you do?” Hermione asked curiously.
“I used some of my, uh, I guess you could call it vampire persuasion, to manipulate how he sees the world, I guess you could say,” Harry said, uncertain how best to describe what he had done. “Every time his heart rate gets too high, like when he’s angry, he’s going to hallucinate. Spiders. I’m not sure that was the best choice, since his heart rate will shoot up even more when he’s scared, but it’s only going to last a month. A month of hell, but I don’t feel too bad about that.”
“How long will he be out?”
“You could probably shake him awake now, just tell him he got too angry and forgot to breathe or something,” Harry said dismissively. “My spell won’t activate until tomorrow. I figured it would be too suspicious if he started seeing things while alone with you after passing out. He still might try to accuse you, but just have Madam Pomfrey scan him. My magic won’t show up. He’ll appear perfectly fine.”
Hermione sighed, “Alright. I’m probably going to stir up some more trouble with him tomorrow. Will utter chaos break out if I come over to the Slytherin table?”
“Hm, it might,” Harry said thoughtfully, “but I’ll keep it under control. I don’t think I’ll be in school too much longer though. If things get rough for you after this, we may need to come up with a plan.”
Hermione had nodded and Harry had left quickly. And Hermione had indeed stirred up quite a bit of trouble the next morning. She and Blaise had entered the Great Hall together and made their way over to the Slytherin table as if it were nothing. Many Gryffindor voices were raised in alarm and many Slytherins noticeably stiffened in their seats. Harry had calmly sat at the Slytherin table watching their approach in amusement.
“Leave it.”
Many Slytherins had looked to Draco in surprise after he had spoken. It made sense that Draco should be the one to diffuse the situation, since he had more history with Hermione than any other Slytherin. Hermione and Blaise calmly settled themselves and Draco turned to them to speak again.
“Finally leave the Weasel, Hermione?” The first name address had their housemates shocked once again, but Hermione smiled and nodded her head slightly. “Good.”
Draco had then turned back to his breakfast like nothing extraordinary had just happened. The other Slytherins followed his lead, but the noise at the Gryffindor table wasn’t diminishing at all. In fact, it seemed to be escalating. Harry had glanced over to see Ron as the major source of commotion, eyes darting around with a look of horror on his face. Harry had grinned wickedly to see his spell taking effect.
Now it was Friday and no one had been able to cure Ron or find anything wrong with him, as Harry had expected. Harry was now leaving the castle extra early with Draco to go to Tristan’s before the Death Eater meeting began that Draco was expected to attend. They were making their way quickly through the One-Eyed Witch passage.
“Draco.”
“Yes?”
“If possible, you should discuss our status with your parents tonight before the meeting. In fact, you must discuss it. I would like to speak with your father after the meeting is over,” Harry said and glanced over his shoulder at his mate.
“Alright,” Draco agreed. “Come to our manor after the meeting. I assume you can get in?”
“Of course.”
They snuck into the basement of Honeyduke’s and Harry quickly took them to his Father’s manor.
“Hello Harry, Draco.”
Harry turned around to see his Father smiling at them both, with Remus at his side, and pulled his mate over to greet them. He received a kiss from his Father before Tristan turned to Draco, hesitated for a moment, and then compromised with a kiss to his forehead. The bewildered look on Draco’s face had Harry smiling.
“Hello Remus,” Harry murmured, taking in the sight of the man that was a second godfather to him during his human life. He looked much more relaxed and healthy than Harry could ever remember seeing him before. As odd as the thought seemed to him, he wondered if spending time around his Father and his vampires had caused Remus to accept his own beastly nature more, despite the fact that he was surrounded by his natural “enemies”.
“Harry,” Remus greeted brightly, “Draco.” He greeted both boys with a one-armed hug, shocking Draco further. “There seems to be something on your mind Harry,” Remus pressed gently, somehow sensing the questions his appearance triggered in Harry.
“There is,” Harry said slowly, sitting down on the nearest sofa and pulling Draco down beside him. “I can’t remember how thoroughly I questioned you about this, but do you know why you were sent here in the first place?”
“I think I told you that the leader of the vampires had come to Albus and told him that a rogue group of vampires were gathering here,” Remus said with a frown. “I was selected to come investigate because the vampire leader told Albus that I would be safe because I was a werewolf.”
“But you never saw this vampire leader?” Harry asked. “It was only by Dumbledore’s word that you were made aware of this man’s existence?”
“Yes, we never saw this leader,” Remus agreed, “and it seems he wasn’t even the leader, now that I’ve met Tristan, I see that myself and the Order were told lies. As was Albus, unless he knew the man wasn’t the true vampire leader, but I doubt that. For all his knowledge, I would have to say that Albus is woefully uninformed about magical creatures.”
“I think I would agree,” Harry murmured, before glancing at his mate. “I must meet with the Dark Lord tonight, but Draco and I have other business to take care of before that, if you would excuse us?”
Harry impatiently pulled his mate from the room without waiting for a reply. The two older men smiled and shook their heads slightly.
***
Harry led a nervous Draco up to his bedroom and closed the door behind them after they had entered. Draco took a moment to glance at his surroundings before his attention was drawn back to his mate almost immediately. Harry must have seen the nervousness in his movements or expression because Draco found himself being soothed and comforted in the next moment.
“Draco,” Harry said softly, “if you are not ready, I can wait for you. You don’t need to rush into this. I can and will wait forever for you.”
“I think I prefer our spontaneous moments,” Draco said with a slight smile, not really acknowledging Harry’s reassurances, though they warmed his heart. “Being given time to think in advance has only made me nervous when I feel this bonding should be about nothing besides… feelings.”
“Perhaps you are right,” Harry whispered. “But I want to make sure of your decision.”
Draco stared at Harry for a moment, taking in every aspect of his appearance that his hungry eyes could see. He saw the anxious yet eager expression on his face and his slight trembling as if he was having trouble restraining his own body from pouncing on Draco right there. Draco shivered in excitement at the thought that Harry was so affected by him. But most importantly, he saw the love and dedication in his eyes that assured Draco that the fool really would wait forever for him. And he was completely sure of his answer.
He stepped toward Harry and slid his hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. He saw his mate’s surprised expression before he closed the remaining few inches between them and pressed their lips together. It wasn’t the first time they had kissed, but it may as well have been for all the emotion Draco suddenly felt from it; as if they were sealing something wondrous and powerful between themselves.
Harry made a slight whimpering sound before Draco felt his arms wrap tightly around his waist. Next thing he knew, their bodies were crushed together and they were kissing desperately, with tongue, and teeth, and panting breaths, unwilling to draw away from each other for even a moment. Draco found his hands tangled in Harry’s hair, clenching and unclenching, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to loosen his grip or pull the vampire closer to himself.
Meanwhile, Harry was slowly walking his mate backwards in the general direction of his bed, trying to unbutton Draco’s robes and get one layer closer to his smooth, pale skin. His body was so wound up he was having trouble restraining himself. He wanted to bodily throw Draco onto his bed and attack him, make the blond lose himself in a world of pleasure and passion. But he knew he had to take it slow. It would be their first time together and Harry wanted Draco to remember and cherish it. They needed to be equals now.
They would have forever to really lose themselves in their passions.
Draco felt the edge of the mattress hit the back of his legs and willingly fell onto the soft surface, dragging Harry down with him. He was not about to allow any space between them now that they were finally going to be together. He felt a quick puff of air against his lips as Harry let out a deep huff of laughter before he found his mouth being thoroughly dominated. He whined slightly in the back of his throat before he could stop himself and pushed up, trying to meld his body to Harry’s.
By now, they were in the middle of Harry’s massive bed and the dark haired teen had finally managed to rid Draco of his robes, as well as his own. He was making quick work of his mate’s button up shirt now. Harry settled himself between Draco’s legs, which instinctively opened for him, and pushed down, sending unbelievable jolts of pleasure to shoot through both of their bodies. Draco tore his mouth away from Harry to gasp at the sensation, and Harry wasted no time kissing down his jaw to his neck before marking the blonde’s throat with many love bites, drawing a small moan of pleasure with each bite and lick.
When Harry finished removing Draco’s shirt, he caught sight of the Dark Mark on Draco’s left arm and felt the anger sweep through him once again. With a restraint he wasn’t aware he possessed, he calmly brought Draco’s left arm up to his mouth, making sure he caught Draco’s gaze. He gently kissed the Marked skin before growling, “You are mine now. Always.”
Draco felt perverse pleasure at the possessive tone of Harry’s voice. To really belong to someone… He suddenly found himself and Harry completely nude. Before he could try to figure out how his mate had stripped them both so quickly, he felt all of Harry against his flesh and he needed to feel complete, like they were one. He was almost scared of the desperation that suddenly filled him but he was powerless to fight it. To make matters worse, Harry flipped their positions so that the dark haired vampire was sitting on the bed and Draco was straddling his lap with his legs wrapped around his waist. Their erections were so tightly pressed together that even breathing caused them to rub against each other deliciously.
“God, Draco,” Harry growled, almost mindless with need at this point. If Draco only lifted his hips slightly, Harry could thrust into him with one smooth motion and they could be one. But Draco wasn’t ready yet.
Harry forced himself to relax and take a step back. He could feel Draco’s emotions as well as his own and he had been losing himself. Underneath the want and need and lust, he could feel Draco’s nervousness and fear. He was almost positive Draco had not been in this position before. His mate was not one to give control or authority to anyone. But even so…
Harry kissed his cheek gently before whispering in his ear, “Draco, I want this to be perfect for you, but I need to know. Have you done this before?”
There was no need for details or unnecessary dredging of their past sex lives. Harry only needed to know how thorough and attentive he should be.
He felt the nervousness spike within his mate before he heard a quiet, “No, I haven’t… not like this.”
Harry moved his head back so he could look into Draco’s eyes. He had never been able to do so before, but he really took the time to stare into them. They were such a light grey color, easily mistaken for silver. And like the cold metal itself, Draco could easily shut all emotion out of his eyes when needed. But right now, Harry could read so much in them. He could see the desire and excitement in the dilated pupils, but he could also see the slight fear that came with a new experience such as this.
“Don’t worry, Draco,” Harry said, cupping his face tenderly, “I will never hurt you.”
And then he was kissing Draco, slowly but surely dominating the other’s mouth and taking full control. He felt Draco slowly relaxing while his mate kissed him back with just as much passion. Harry moved his mouth across Draco’s jaw to his neck, kissing and licking every bit of skin he came into contact with. He wanted Draco to be a pile of lustful goo when he finally took him.
He shifted position again so he could lay Draco on his back and began kissing down Draco’s chest to his nipples, playing with each in turn while he felt slim fingers carding into his hair and gripping tightly when he hit a particularly pleasurable spot. He relished in the slight gasps of breath he was causing as well. He worked his way down to Draco’s pelvis, slowly kissing his way around the hip bones and ignoring his mate’s desperate erection. He ran one of his hands up the inside of Draco’s thigh and felt Draco’s sharp increase in arousal through his empathy. He viciously blocked out his own needs and concentrated solely on driving Draco out of his mind.
When Draco started to let out of quiet whine of need, Harry could no longer deny him what they both wanted and licked from the base of Draco’s erection to the tip before taking all of it into his mouth.
“Harry!” Draco gasped, his whole body convulsing slightly from the unexpected stimulation. He tried to thrust his hips upwards, but Harry’s hands pinned him to the bed while he sucked and licked at Draco’s erection.
Harry slowly bobbed up and down on Draco, using his tongue to press against the vein on the underside of Draco’s cock while he slid his right hand up to his mate’s opening. He concentrated his magic for a moment and felt his fingers become slick. He circled the sensitive skin with his index finger for a moment before pushing in right as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harshly on Draco’s erection.
The intense pleasure would have sent Draco over the edge if not for the new pain of being breached for the first time that accompanying it. Just as he got used to the feeling, he felt a second finger being added, but once again Harry distracted him from the pain. Draco had been slightly nervous at the beginning, but he was far beyond that point now, especially when Harry scrapped across his prostate.
“Fuck, Harry, please,” he groaned loudly, “I can’t stand it anymore. I won’t break. I need you.”
And he did need him. He felt an all consuming need within him to be connected to Harry. He wanted Harry in him and touching him and surrounding his very being.
Harry released his cock and kissed his way up his body, his fingers still deep inside him, slowly thrusting and stretching.
“Of course, love,” Harry whispered against his lips. He concentrated for a moment once more and felt his own cock become slick this time. He looked deeply into Draco’s eyes before kissing him hungrily and aligning their bodies properly.
And then he thrust forward in one smooth movement and they became one.
Draco’s entire body arched instinctively as he felt himself being filled. He dug his nails into Harry’s shoulders as he breathed harshly through his nose and continued to kiss his vampire almost violently, all teeth and tongue.
Harry held himself rigidly still so Draco could have a moment to adjust to the new sensations. As he felt his mate relaxing and starting to become impatient, he slowly withdrew until only the tip of his cock was connected before slamming back into Draco’s body. A high pitched keening noise was released from his mate and Harry was lost.
They quickly developed a rhythm, much faster than Harry had anticipated for their first time, though he shouldn’t have been surprised; neither had even been good at holding back when it came to each other in their past encounters and now was no exception.
All too soon, Harry felt Draco’s inner walls clenching as his mate’s breathing became frantic, almost panicked, and Harry growled as he felt himself losing control, no longer able to block out Draco’s feelings. His pace became erratic but he held on to the last threads of his control. He needed to complete their bond.
He could feel the tsunami-like wave of pleasure building within Draco, about to crash over. Just as he felt his mate falling toward his orgasm, he reached up to his own neck and quickly slit a shallow cut with his nail, causing himself to bleed.
“Drink,” he ordered harshly, any other words far beyond his grasp at that moment before he sank his fangs into Draco’s throat.
As the taste of blood burst on both their tongues at the same time, they felt their mutual orgasms rip through their bodies with frightening force. Draco wrapped his legs tightly around Harry’s waist, driving his mate as deep as possible into his body at the same time that Harry thrust forward and stiffened.
Their harsh breathing was loud in the following silence and Harry gently licked his mate’s neck, watching his wounds disappear. He laid a light kiss over the previously injured spot before pulling back and pressing his lips to Draco’s.
“I love you,” Harry whispered against his lips, the tender actions such a contrast to their previous lovemaking.
He felt Draco smile and respond, equally soft, “I love you, too.”
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