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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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After breakfast, Draco and Harry joined Severus and Narcissa in the green parlour for gifts. Normally, they would have handed them out on Yule itself, but Draco had wanted time to recover from his sombre mindset after going through his father’s business dealings, so gifts had been pushed back a day.

Draco made Harry sit in the most comfortable chair in the room, and made sure he was wrapped in a blanket and his feet were propped up. After being subjected to his smothering for five minutes, Harry sighed loudly. “I’m fine!” He snapped, rolling his eyes. “Can we get started now?!”

Draco frowned. “I suppose.” He said. “You’re sure you’re comfortable?” He checked.

Narcissa smothered a laugh and Severus snorted.

“Draco, he’s clearly not going to stand for any more hovering. If you don’t want to be dealing with an irate mate very soon, you’d best let us commence with the gift-giving.” Severus advised.

“I guess we might as well.” Draco allowed, sitting at Harry’s feet and summoning several presents toward himself. He read the tags and sent them gently toward their intended recipients.

Harry noticed that the first one Narcissa had was from him, and he watched her open it, nervously.

She opened the small jeweller’s box and smiled at the swan pendant done in mother-of-pearl. “Thank you, Harry.” She said happily. “It’s lovely.”

Harry smiled. “It’s not much, but it made me think of you. You’re beautiful and graceful, and you gave birth to a son who I thought of as an ugly duckling at first.” He teased, making Draco scowl.

“Oh, ha ha.” The blond sneered. “Yes, but you’re singing a very different tune now.” He muttered.

Harry smiled and reached down to card his fingers through Draco’s hair once, massaging his scalp gently. “Of course I am, I’ve seen the real you, not the façade you put on when you’re around those you distrust. The real you is much more attractive.” He added.

Draco smiled. “I’m glad to hear you feel that way.” He said happily.

Harry looked down at the gift he held. It was from Draco. He opened it and found a necklace inside. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a five-point star with a circle wrapped around it. “I think what I know about this symbol might be wrong. What does it mean?” He asked, remembering his aunt calling it Satanic.

Draco smiled. “It’s a part of the old ways. Each point of the star represents an element.” He started at one of the points on the side, heading downward around the star. “Earth, Water, Air, Fire, Spirit.” He finished at the topmost point. “It represents that all elements stem from the same source, and that all are intertwined.” He flushed. “You might not want it, but I figured since I’m teaching you the old ways now, it was as good a time as any to give you a pentacle of your own.”

Harry smiled at him. “Thank you.” He held it out to Draco. “Put it on me?” He asked.

Draco beamed and got up to walk behind Harry’s chair. He took the necklace and opened it, laying the pendant on Harry’s chest and closing the tiny clasp behind his neck. “There you go.”

Harry fingered the small star, smiling. “Do you have one?” He asked.

Draco smiled and nodded. “I don’t wear it much, but I do have one, yes. It’s in my jewellery box upstairs. I wear it during the summer. I worry that if I took it to Hogwarts, I’d lose it.” He explained.

Harry nodded. “That makes sense. Should I leave mine here?”

Draco shrugged. “It should be fine coming with us if you plan to wear it every day. I don’t, so mine stays here.”

Draco handed one to Severus. “Here. It’s from Mother.” He said with a smirk.

Severus opened it carefully, revealing a black, fur-lined cloak. “Narcissa, this is too much. I’ve seen these in the shops, they’re horribly expensive.” He said softly.

Narcissa smiled. “I know. I also know that you would never splurge on yourself, so I’ll do it for you. We’ve been over this every year, and you know I always win.”

Severus sighed. “You win by using your feminine wiles on me; I’m no match at all.” He muttered. “Thank you. It’s lovely.” He said, gifting her with a rare smile.

Narcissa smiled in satisfaction. “You’re very welcome. Be sure to wear it. It’s not to stay in your wardrobe year-round.”

“I will.” The man promised.

Draco grinned at Harry. “They really do have this argument every year.” He told his fiancé. “Mother likes to spoil Sev, and he tries to deny that it’s deserved.”

Harry chuckled. He nudged Draco with his foot, since Draco was leaning against his ottoman. “Open one.” He urged.

Draco considered the gifts, finally picking one from his mother. He opened it and gasped. “The ring.” He stared at it for long moments, then turned wide eyes to Narcissa. “I knew it was coming, but… Don’t you want—“

Narcissa shook her head. “I’m not allowed, and you know it, Draco. You’re more than ready to claim ownership of the Manor and its Wards. It’s time to claim the title of Lord Malfoy, formally.” She said softly.

Draco swallowed and slipped the ring on. There was a tingling feeling that went through everyone in the room, and Draco closed his eyes, taking in the sensations he was bombarded with. He could feel the house-elves pausing in their duties as their allegiance was switched from the deceased Lucius to him. The pause was only for a second, as they felt along the bond with him to determine if he wanted them to continue what they were doing. Once they got a reading on his emotional state, they continued on with their work. The blond could also feel the Wards around the Manor, and he spared a moment of effort to key in everyone in the room.

Draco took a deep breath and opened his eyes. “Well, now I’m official.” He said lightly. “Let’s continue.”

*****

“So, if you’re officially Lord Malfoy, what does that make me?” Harry asked as he ate a piece of the fudge Pansy had sent to Draco.

Draco laid on the bed beside Harry, snagging a piece of fudge for himself. “Consort Malfoy, until we’re married. Then you’ll also be Lord Malfoy.”

Harry rolled over onto his back, licking fudge from his fingers. “Draco, I’m getting fat.” He declared, patting his stomach, which was rounded noticeably.

Draco smirked and wrapped his arms around Harry’s baby bump. “I like it.” He said smugly. “It’s sexy to see you all pregnant and claimed.” He purred, kissing the top of the bump.

Harry smiled. “Well, I’m glad you still find me attractive, because no one else will.” He said jokingly.

Draco scoffed at that. “You’re Harry Potter; people will always find you attractive. For all the wrong reasons, but still, it’s attraction, all the same.”

“I don’t want that kind of attraction.” Harry said, making a disgruntled face. “I prefer your brand more. You love me for who I am, not what I am.”

Draco grinned. “To be honest, I always kind of fancied the pants off you. I just never had a viable reason to go after you until I presented. It was the happiest moment of my life, because I just knew that you were my mate.” He finished smugly.

“How did you know?” Harry asked, confused.

Draco rolled his eyes. “How could I not know? Harry, it was always going to be you. No matter what, you’re the one person who could always get a reaction out of me, be it good or bad. There was no other possible mate for me.” He finished surely.

Harry flushed. “Oh. Alright, I suppose it was obvious, even if I didn’t know at the time.”

“You know now,” Draco said happily, “and that’s all that matters.” He sat up. “One last thing: I have to go to the reading of Father’s last will and testament. I can’t bring you, there’s a provision in it that states that only those receiving something are to be in the room, so it will only be me, Mother and Severus. No one else is allowed to be there.” He explained.

Harry shrugged. “Fine. I can wait for you two to get back.” He said lightly.

Draco smiled widely. “You’re a doll. The will reading is tomorrow evening.”

*****

Draco and Narcissa looked their best as they headed out the door to the reading of Lucius’ last will and testament.

Draco gave Harry a kiss before heading out. “I should be back before anyone comes to the Manor, but if something unforeseen happens, I will send Severus to you to explain.”

Harry made a face. “Just what I want. More time alone with him.” He said wryly.

Draco smirked. “Well, if all goes as it should, there will be no need for Severus to come see you tonight.”

Harry smiled. “Well, I’ll be here waiting when you get back. I love you.”

“As I love you. See you later.” Draco said, shutting the door behind himself and joining his mother at the edge of the Wards where they would be Apparating from.

Harry walked up the stairs to Draco’s room and sat down on the couch in his sitting room. He called for an elf and asked for some hot chocolate.

Harry was sipping at his chocolate and indulging in some of the house-elves' chocolate-covered caramels when a doe Patronus bounded through the door and came to a stop in front of him.

“Draco is in a terrible mood. You’ve been warned.” Severus' voice informed him.

Harry groaned and finished his last candy and the cup of hot chocolate quickly, then stood and headed downstairs.

He was halfway down the flight of stairs when the front doors blew open on their own and Draco stormed in, looking furious. He eyes landed on Harry. “Back upstairs. I’m going to take you apart tonight.” He growled, silver eyes flashing.

Harry gulped and turned around, heading back to Draco's room and stripping off his shirt.

Draco entered after him and spelled him naked.

Harry got on the bed at the blond’s silent urging and gasped as a spell was used to stretch and lubricate him. “Draco?” He questioned, a bit worried by his actions.

Draco got onto the bed and kissed him harshly. “Do you know what my fucking father did, Harry? No? Well, I'll tell you.” He said, sliding first one finger, then two into Harry and stretching him further. “He put a provision in his will that if I didn’t marry within a year of his death, and produce an heir within a year of that marriage, that I was to be stripped of my inheritance. All of it. Title, lands, house, money—everything. Luckily, due to our bond and upcoming marriage, we’re safe. But he even had a wife chosen for me: Pansy.” He said.

Harry made a face. “But she's totally not your type!” He exclaimed.

Draco snorted. “Do you think my father cared? I assure you, he didn’t.” He grinned. “But since I have you, it’s all a moot point anyway. I don’t need a wife to get my heir, I have a perfectly wonderful husband—who's about to get pounded into the mattress.” He finished with a playful leer.

Harry snorted. “Let's see if you can make me scream, then.” He challenged.

Draco pulled his fingers free, grabbed Harry’s legs and hooked his mate’s knees over his elbows, and slid home, making Harry arch back and moan loudly.

“That wasn’t a scream.” Draco said, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming in again.

Harry cried out.

“Closer, but still not quite what I want.” Draco said, setting a brutal pace.

Harry whimpered and clutched at the pillow under his head for dear life.

“Come on, Love, let me hear you sing.” He cajoled, grabbing Harry's cock and stroking it briskly.

Harry keened, arching into the touch eagerly.

“That’s more like it!” Draco said happily, still pistoning into his mate. “Are you close? I don’t want to leave you wanting, but I’m going to come ridiculously soon, I’m afraid.” He said, then laughed. “I’m apparently really on edge after all that fuss.” He admitted.

“Bite me when you come. That should be enough to make me come, too.” Harry managed to say, grabbing at Draco's shoulders and digging his nails into the skin. “I’m really close, too.”

Draco nodded, leaning down to lick and nip at Harry's claiming mark as he continued to thrust furiously. “Ready, Love?” He asked, and Harry nodded. Draco slammed in one last time, sinking his teeth into Harry right over the claiming mark, and finally got his scream.

Harry’s scream tapered off into a moan, and he melted into the bed, completely boneless and sated. “Fuck, that was intense.” He said weakly.

Draco rolled off him and pulled Harry onto his chest to sprawl half atop him. “It really was. I’m not quite sure what came over me, but I wouldn't mind doing that again. As soon as I can move.”

“Nope, my arse is closed for the next few hours, sorry.” Harry told him.

Draco looked at him in alarm. “Did I injure you?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I’m a little sore. It’s not bad, don’t worry.”

Draco bit his lip. “I could see if Mother has an abrasion cream. She'd probably guess why we need it, though. Does it hurt terribly?”

“It'll go away in a few hours, like I said. Don’t make a fuss, just lie here with me.” Harry said, tracing circles around the nipple in front of his face.

“As my lover commands.” Draco said lightly. “Time for bed, I think.”

Harry yawned and nodded. “Good call.” He shifted as Draco freed the covers and pulled them over their bodies. “Good night.”

Draco kissed Harry's forehead. “Good night, Love. Sleep well.”
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