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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wow, three weeks already again. Actually I
wanted to post just beta’d chapters from now on. But
my Beta is rather busy and some of you almost begged me to update and I didn’t
want to let you wait any longer.

So here’s the long waited chapter!!!

WARNING: Explicit sexual content! (they do it – as promised)

This chapter will be a very important point for the entire story. What means
some may hate the story from this point onwards. I’m sorry therefore, but don’t
want to change it.

Sorry again for all the horrible grammar mistakes!!!

PLEASE REVIEW!

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Seventeen | Kindle me, my dragon!

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Draco’s
head snapped up.

“WHA- aaah Harry.”

The Gryffindor bit gently on one of Draco’s nipples and smirked, because of the
elicit sound. He felt Draco’s right hand fisting his hair slowly and his head
was roughly pulled back. He groaned quietly, but definitely not out of pain.
Vibrant green eyes looked up into serious ice-blue eyes that scrutinised him
and one corner of his mouth curved up in a challenging smirk.

Draco saw the smirk and growled deep down his throat, before he crashed his
lips on this smirk and began to ravage the sweet mouth with relish. He slipped
off the shirt of Harry and his own after, and Harry moaned freely into the kiss
when he felt Draco’s hands roaming over his chest.

The blonde pushed Harry gently back down, that he needed to follow, not to
break the kiss when Harry lay flat on the bed. The kiss broke and the Golden
Boy panted hard. Draco felt his hot breath against his cheek and waited a
moment that the shiver, it let run down his spine, wouldn’t waver into his
voice.

“It was rather close to this one.” He licked the spot beneath Harry’s ear and
made the Golden Boy chuckle.

“Hey, that tickles. – I asked you to tell me, Draco. Not to show.”

Draco ignored the ‘complaint’. He wasn’t in the mood for a nice little chat. He
pushed the anger he’d felt, because of Harry’s outbreak, into the very last
corner of his brain and stopped thinking too hard about consequences.

He’d wanted this boy for an eternity, the talk with Severus had made him
realise again. And now, that he’d the boy, he didn’t want him
anymore? No way! Harry had offered himself on a silver platter, the
moment he’d lain down on Draco’s bed and the blonde wouldn’t refuse something
he wanted for so long.

His mouth wandered back up to Harry’s ear, while his right hand wandered down
and cupped Harry’s erection possessively. The Gryffindor bucked his hips and
moaned into Draco’s shoulder.

“Do you remind your debt?” Draco whispered in a husky low voice and felt Harry
shiver beneath him. His hand went to Potter’s zipper and opened it slowly that
Golden Boy squeaked in anticipation.

“Do you remind, baby?” again he used this voice and made Harry role his hips
against his leg, that lay between Harry’s.

“Oh god, say that again. Just say something.”

Draco lifted his head and looked at Harry with one of his naughtiest smirks,
which fell quickly at the sight beneath him. The Gryffindor looked, to put it
simple, eerie. His whole body glowed in an almost white light that seemed to
seep off him naturally. His eyes shined like gems, although the pupils were
entirely black.

Draco gulped at the sight and didn’t dare move.

“Harry, do you feel alright?”

Little sparks flashed in Harry’s eyes for a moment, when he heard the voice and
focused on Draco.

“Yes, I’m fine. But why did you stop? Dragon, please go on.”

“But, but you’re glowing!”

The Golden Boy just snorted and pulled Draco into a kiss.

“Really? You probably kindled me.” He said in an amused tone. “Don’t mind
me glowing, but please sleep with me, Draco.”

“No, no, you don’t understand…”

“What?” Harry’s eyes turned back to their mesmerising green colour and looked
offended. The glow of his skin dimmed as well. “Does that mean, you don’t want
to sleep with me?”

“No, yes… argh, fuck it!” He crashed his lips on
Harry’s and bruised the mouth with pleasure.

The pants of Harry were discarded quickly and joined the shirts on the ground.

Draco kissed his way down along Harry’s chest and noticed the re-blazing glow,
but arranged with it. Harry’s hands ran over his blond scalp and he heard the
purr coming from the dark haired boy. Yes, a real purr, that sounded familiar
and awoke the urge deep down inside of him, to pleasure the-boy-who-lived and
it felt right.

Draco’s mouth and hands worked synchronised; the deeper his mouth went, the
deeper pulled his hands Harry’s boxer-shorts. Harry’s hands fisted his hair
when he licked slowly along the shaft of Harry’s erection. He kissed the head
open mouthed and Harry’s hands pulled his hair painfully.

“Owww, Harry!”

Black eyes with sparks stared at him and hands let go of his hair.

“I’m sorry, dragon.”

Harry grabbed the sheets instead of Draco’s hair and the blonde could see the
plea to go on. He pressed his lips against the head and pushed slowly forward
until Harry’s flesh was completely surrounded by his hot, wet mouth.

The Gryffindor moaned freely and blabbered incoherent things while he tried to
push deeper into the pleasure that Draco offered him. Malfoy put his hand on
the flat abdomen of Harry’s to keep him down and hummed in protest not to gag.

“Oh…oh dragon, please… fuck, yes… Draco.”

All of a sudden Harry let go of the sheets and grabbed Draco’s shoulder to pull
him up. Flabbergasted and confused stared Draco into black
orbs that focused on him.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no” Golden Boy framed the blonde’s face with his hands and licked
seductively over his lips. “My Dragon. Mine. – Fuck
me, Draco!”

“But I was about to…”

Harry kissed him hungrily and made Draco moan with relish, that he forgot the
rest. One hand left the soft skin of Draco’s face and began to rummage
skilfully the drawer of the nightstand to turn up again with a bottle of lube.

The Slytherin stopped the kiss and looked at the bottle with huge eyes.

“How did you know that…?”

“You always keep it there, don’t you?” Harry answered with a raised
eyebrow. His eyes were still onyx coloured, noticed the blonde, but his skin
wasn’t glowing that much any… -

Draco’s jaw dropped. Not Harry had stopped glowing; he himself had begun
glowing as well.

“Dragon?” the voice seemed to be in his very head and crawled slowly along his
spine that he shivered.

“Dragon?” his dick twitched.

“Y-yeah?”

“Please”

The bottle of lube was pushed in his hand and Harry’s face was sheer
determination. Draco plied the bottle in his hand and watched it intently.

Harry was intent on sleeping with him that much was for sure. But he saw
everything in a different light. He, Harry, had slept with Draco before, also
it had been just in his head, it made no difference.
For the Slytherin, on the other hand, it would be the first time with Harry and
he wanted it to be perfect.

The fact that they both were glowing like fireflies and Harry’s eyes weren’t
their usual shining green, but a black that seemed to absorb him, what aroused
him highly; didn’t unsettle him the slightest. But that fact, that he wasn’t
unsettled, disturbed him deep down in his mind.

In a state of mind, he couldn’t describe, he unclasped the bottle and let an
amount of lube drip in his palm. The dark haired boy’s hands grabbed the sheets
again and Draco heard little squeaks of anticipation coming from the boy. He
coated the fingers of his right hand with lube and without a word of him,
spread Harry his legs willingly.

The blonde wanted to come up with a witty remark about Harry’s eagerness and
boundless submission, but the sight made him unable to speak.

Draco kneeled in front of Harry and drew his index finger along the sensitive
skin behind the balls. The Golden Boy moaned and Draco knew this sound would be
his downfall. His finger reached its aim and pressed slowly inside. He watched
Harry’s face for any signs of pain and began to move his finger slowly. Instead
of the expected cries of pain, Draco heard the boy-who-lived groan and watched
him trying to rock harder against Draco’s finger.

“Dragon, go on! Go on. Please!”

He felt like he hadn’t seen anything sexier in his entire life. The boy he
loved for such a long time was finally his and writhed beneath him and begged
and begged and begged. Draco knew Harry would comply to everything now, as long
he would pleasure him. And he knew he himself would listen to every whim of
this gorgeous Gryffindor, as long he could see Harry like this.

Slowly he inserted a second finger and grabbed Harry’s dick to stroke it in the
same pace his fingers moved inside of the tight channel.

Black eyes with a firework of red and green sparks tore wide open and Draco
heard the sheets rip in Harry’s hands, when he groaned in a deep throaty sound
that the blonde needed to stop for a moment and concentrate on his breathing,
not to cum just from the others sounds. Apparently he’d found boy wonder’s
prostate.

“Draco, Draco” Harry panted “it’s enough. Fuck me!”

The oddities of Harry’s look and that he glowed himself, were already forgotten
or accepted as normal and definitely a turn-on, that
he looked at Harry just in worry about him.

“But, Baby, I just have two…”

Harry sat up in a hurry, at least as far one could sit up with two fingers up
one’s behind, and looked at Draco sternly.

“Get inside of me! Now!” he demanded and fell back on the bed.

Draco pulled his fingers out and spread the remaining lube over his almost
painful hardness. He leaned over Harry and pushed slowly inside. The tightness
was hot and seemed to suck him in automatically. Harry groaned and he took
quick short breaths to accustom to the stretching and the feeling of being
filled.

Malfoy was completely buried in the tight little arse, like he wanted to call
it, and waited for an okay. He wanted to move so badly that it felt as though
the muscles in his rear and thighs twitched nervously with tension.

Tanned, slim legs wrapped around his lower-back and Harry rolled his hips leisurely.
Malfoy looked into those black pools and heard the voice of permission.

“Move.”

Draco pulled out half his length and pushed back slowly to find the sweet spot
that brought so much pleasure over his love. Harry squirmed in some agony and
he pulled out again, angling different. He pushed back and the dark haired boy
growled.

“Yes, dragon, there, please.”

He snapped his hips back again and began to move in a steady rhythm with
increasing pace. Both were groaning in ecstasy and Draco grabbed Harry’s dick
and began stroking it. But Golden Boy let go of the sheets,
that showed several tears by now, and swat his hand away.

“No, make me cum like this.” Harry panted through moans. His hands wandered up
Draco’s back and caressed tenderly over the sensitive spot at his nape. Draco
forgot his pace for a moment and moaned sensually. His head dropped and he
rested his forehead against Harry’s.

“Move, dragon.”

“Baby … hands”

“I know,” the smirk wavered into Harry’s voice and he began to roll his hips
around Draco, while his hands didn’t let go of the neck. “and
now move. Or do you want to tell me you’re unworthy of being mine?”

The angry growl that escaped Draco’s mouth made Harry shiver and the glow that
surrounded them wavered and changed from white to flaming blue.

The blonde dropped his head from Harry’s forehead on his left shoulder and bit
it to control the sensation, coming from Harry’s touch. He knew he would leave
a bloody mark on his love’s shoulder and it didn’t bother him at all. It was
more like a mark of property.

The next thrust of him was hard as if he wanted to punish Harry for his last
comment. Golden Boy howled and tightened his legs around Draco and urged him to
keep that pace.

The Slytherin Ice Prince obeyed, but knew he couldn’t remain much longer
especially with Harry’s hands at his nape. He felt Harry’s erection rubbing
against his abdomen with every thrust and wished he could touch him to make him
cum before.

Draco let go of the shoulder and lifted his head. Grey blazing eyes connected
with black absorbing ones.

“I’m close, baby. God, you feel so good.”

He crashed his lips on Harry’s and felt the world breaking down around him.
Just one kiss had been necessary and the boy-who-lived covered both their
chests with his semen and moaned his orgasm into the kiss.

The already tight walls around Draco convulsed and if the moan hadn’t already
triggered him, this would have done it for sure. He buried his load deep inside
Harry and collapsed on the smaller body, moaning Harry’s name.

The legs around him left and one hand at his neck as well. He rolled aside and
looked at his lover, Harry Potter, who stared back.

“Mine.” The dark haired boy whispered, when he shifted closer to Draco, who
snaked an arm around his waist and pulled the blanket above their bodies.

“You’re mine, dragon.” Was all Harry said, before he fell asleep.

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