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Harry Tails and More	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4773 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Slytherin Frog Prince
- 2-Black Thrushbeard
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A/N ~ These are separate stories, but since they are going to be a series, I will add them as chapters. Warnings: Slash M/M, Oral, Anal, Disguise and Yummyness :D

In the darkness, lit only by soft candle light, there was a tall figure pacing. The room had shelves of books rising to the top of a high ceiling. The library was the only place Lucius could think clearly any more. His son had only one more year to pick a bride, one year before the Malfoy clause would be enacted.

The Malfoy clause stated that any heir to the Malfoy fortune must be married by their 21st birthday or they will be disinherited. How could Lucius argue with the clause, it wasn’t as if he could ignore it, the clause was bound by ancient magic, woven long before even Nicholas Flamel was born. He had to find a way to get Draco to see that marriage wasn’t something bad, if he could only find someone who was worthy and stop nitpicking each female sent from the other distinguished families.

~ A room two floors up.

Draco Malfoy was laying on his bed thinking quietly, his silver blond hair splayed across his pillow. He was twenty today, that thought alone made him shiver, the words from his father ringing in his ear.

“I can’t save you if you won’t cooperate. I don’t want to see you wondering the streets, in rags, knowing that my own son would rather do that than marry. You have only one year to find a bride, Draco. One!”

Draco would not be brought so lows as to even think there was a female out there worthy of him. Draco laughed coldly.

“He couldn’t keep that up for very long,” he thought.

If he couldn’t convince himself of his façade how was he to convince anyone else?

In reality Draco was scared. Yes, scared. He was scared to be stuck with a woman all his life and he knew he would have to…

Even the mere thought started to turn his stomach. He knew he wasn’t interested in women, he never had been. He only acted like it in school so the rumors would be kept quiet. He definitely couldn’t tell his father, it would floor him and send him into shock. That was the last thing Draco wanted.

How could he marry? He hadn’t even found a man he liked enough for that.

~Three weeks later.

Lucius and Narcissa had discussed this plan in depth, they hoped it would work. The invitations were owled, the house-elves informed, all that remained was to tell Draco. He was waiting for them in the drawing room at their behest. They entered, arm in arm and moved towards the tall figure of their son.

“He has grown,” Narcissa mulled in her mind. He was barely less than six feet, his blond hair straight and long, hanging down past his shoulders. His eyes the color of silver bullets, jaw outlined gracefully and a nose that held no resemblance to either of his parent’s long ones. He was a man, a beautiful man with grace in his appearance, elegance in his stature, but pride in his eyes. How would they convince him, how could they do this to their beautiful son, but she knew it was for the best.

“Draco,” Lucius addressed his son, “We have arranged a dinner set for Friday that we wish for you to attend. Every single pureblood and some half-blood witches will be there. You will have your pick. Choose well my son.”

Draco stared in open-mouthed astonishment at his parents, they were going to force him to pick? His future was being chosen for him, he had the distinct feeling of being trapped, backed into a corner, with no place to go.

They watched their son pale before them, turning a nasty gray-white combination, his breathing erratic, and his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an exit. They wanted to comfort him, but they knew it would be for his own good.

“You will have a choice, Draco,” his mother said trying to sooth him, “It’s just an opportunity to see all of them side by side and then you can make a better decision.”

Draco did not relax; he just sat there stiff, cold, and unseeing.

~London

Long slender fingers slid the envelope away from the fallen owl. The owl was cold and stiff; it had fallen to its death on its route. The figure stood flipping the envelope from side to side trying to identify a recipient or a sender. Nothing could be seen. Opening the letter the figure read these words:

Our son, Draco Malfoy, requests your presence for dinner on Friday evening. Please present yourself or single witch of your family in elegance. The banquet is especially for the bride choosing of our son.

Sincerely,

Mr. & Mrs. Malfoy

The figure’s lips curled into a smile, showing up in disguise might just be the thing a Malfoy would never expect.

~Malfoy Manor Friday Night

Elegance, beauty, grace, and wishful thinking filled the hall, an each witch waited to be put in line according to their bloodline and rank. In the back of the hall a new arrival stepped across the threshold.

Her hair was shimmering like diamonds swimming in a sea of pitch. Her skin a mild shade of tan, her eyes silver-gray sparkling with mischief, dressed in a simple but elegant black satin dress and small slippers on her feet.

Every other female felt jealous in her presence, unnoticed by her as she handed her invitation to the house-elf at the door.

“Family name?” the house-elf inquired.

“Black,” she replied with an air of unmistakable pride.

“Fifth in line please,” the elf directed.

She gracefully swept past the others and took her place in line.

“This is going very well,” she thought to herself.

When the clock in the hall struck seven o’clock, the great doors opened ahead of them to an exquisite dining room. The table was long and made of mahogany, ingrained with flecks of emeralds and silver. The chairs had high backs but not arms, properly cushioned with dark green seats. Hanging from the ceiling was an immense chandelier of crystals and candles, the candles gently floating behind each dangling crystal casting luminous reflections of color throughout the room. They were ushered to their respective chairs, a house-elf standing at each one, and assisted in the seating at the grand table.

The head of the table already occupied by the most elegant couple, Lucius Malfoy in green silk robes, and Narcissa in a flowing silver gown. Draco sat at the foot of the table, every inch of him spoke grace and elegance, but his demeanor was a mask of civility.

Ms. Black was staring, and trying to keep her pure attraction in line. This Draco was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. She had been told about him, but everything she had ever heard, only spoke of his cruelties, his hatred, and his evil demeanor. Too bad she already knew what he was, it would be nice to play tricks on him, but she wasn’t here to play, she was here to watch.

There was civil conversation among the women, each trying not to be nervous, each trying to sound more intelligent than the next. Draco had done a sweep of all of them and always found something he didn’t like in each. The one closest to him was a bit fat, the next one had short hair, beyond that he found the others too piqued, nose too long, eyes not close enough, hair was red, he found none of them attractive. Of course he knew he wouldn’t. The only thing that got him though, was that girl, with black hair, a few places down, she wasn’t attractive to him, but her eyes, they held something, he hadn’t seen before in any girl. However, in his mind he dismissed it saying she was too thin.

Lucius watched his son scan the room in disdain. He knew his son was listing each flaw in his head. He had hoped that somehow Draco would stop being so proud, and so damn meticulous. There was a spark of hope for a moment. He saw Draco’s gaze land on the intriguing girl, a spark of curiosity flashed in his son’s eyes, but then it disappeared a moment later. This was insufferable. How could Draco think of defying him like this, did he not care about his own future, the future of the Malfoys? That was the last straw.

Miss Black watched Lucius fuming in his chair; she had figured out that it had to do with Draco’s quiet disdain for all present. She only needed to watch Draco to figure out the one thing his father obviously did not know. She smiled knowingly behind a gloved hand.

Lucius could not take it anymore, he stood gracefully, clapped his hands and many plates disappeared.

“Our family would like to extend our thanks to each of you for joining us; it seems though none have you have been chosen. You may leave at your leisure,” he swept his hands to gesture towards the sitting room. Lucius extended his arm for his wife and motioned for his son to follow. The small family swept out of the room, leaving the girls in a state of gossip. The girls got up and went to the sitting room for tea, and talked over the events. One slipped out after the family unnoticed.

~Library

Lucius guided his wife to the library and assisted her in sitting on a settee, gestured for his son to take a seat, as he lowered himself gracefully onto the settee next to his wife.

“How dare you treat our guest with such obvious disdain, you could have at least been more civil towards them,” Lucius condemned.

“Each was just a conniving fraud, eager to get their fingers on me and our money. None of them could possibly be attractive, each one had a disgusting flaw and their families just thought I was desperate,” he shouted towards his father.

“You will pick a bride from them or so help me…”

“I will not,” Draco interrupted with a shout.

“By Merlin, you will wed the next person to visit this house!” Lucius declared.

“Lucius! Do you realize what you have done?” Narcissa exclaimed.

Lucius went pure white, and closed his mouth, opened it to say something, then closed it once again.

“What’s happened?” Draco asked.

“Your father has bound himself magically by his oath to Merlin. Now you have to marry the first person to visit, no matter who they are. No one has a choice now,” she declared her furious eyes now on her husband.

~ Just outside the library.

Ms. Black had overheard the whole conversation and smiled. She had to hurry to put her devious plan into action, but how to pull it off?

~ Few days later

Draco lay there fearing the sound of the front door bells ringing, the floo sparks, or even the crack of someone apparition. He had not ventured out for two days. His parents had even decided not to invite people over and were trying not to get visitors.

Draco decided he was going to go for a walk, put on his cloak, and made his way down the main staircase. He headed for the front door, totally oblivious to a soft, muffled sound just on the other side. He flung the door open and his eyes landed on the figure just outside screamed, then fell to the floor. The figure smiled quickly, scooped up the boy, and brought him inside.

Lucius had been in the study when he heard the scream, Narcissa on her sewing patio. They both came running. When they reached the front door, they stood mouths agape, staring at an odd scene.

A dark black, gaunt man, wearing torn jeans and a wet T-shirt and hair all askew, was bending over their son muttering.

“I didn’t mean to scare the bajezzus out of him. Just needed a jump for my car is all,” he was saying to himself.

Looking up he noticed the two parents, just staring at him.

“I am Sam,” he said, “Sorry about your boy; don’t know what I did to scare him. I am visiting from another town, and my car broke down. I have been wandering the area for so long, and I just slumped on to this old rock you see, I didn’t know it was no house or nothing.”

He was obviously muggle. Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other and knew now why Draco had fainted.

Lucius extended his clean hand to the muggle, “I am Lucius, this is my wife Narcissa, and that,” pointing to Draco, “is our son, Draco.”

“Nice to meet you all, but I am not exactly sure what is going on,” he stated.

“I will explain, and there is something else too. Follow us, and we will get you situated in the study with some brandy, you will need it,” he claimed at the raised brow of the muggle, “I will explain there.”

“What about the boy?” Sam asked.

Lucius pulled out his wand, “Ennervate! ”

Draco started to stir, his eyes open staring in horror of the man standing before him.

“Draco, please go to your room while we sort this out,” Lucius ordered.

Draco practically ran. Narcissa slowly retreated leaving her husband and Sam alone.

Sam was ushered to the study, where found a comfortable chair and plopped down. Lucius went to a table with two decanters on it, opened one, and poured some golden brown liquid into two brandy glasses. One was handed to Sam, while Lucius calmly swirled the liquid in his own glass.

“We are wizards,” he paused, waiting for a reaction. Sam sat watching him and listening with rapt attention. Lucius continued, “This house is protected from Muggles, which would be a non-magic person like you, from being seen.”

“So that would explain the old ruin that I saw?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Lucius raising an eyebrow, “You don’t seem surprised.”

“I have always wanted magic to exist, I am an amateur magician myself, only bits of illusion really. I use it to entertain the school children,” Sam replied, hoping that that answer would suffice.

“I know the question I have for you now will be a bit personal, but I have to ask. Are you currently married?” Lucius inquired almost whispering.

“Nah, never found a woman to my liking if you know what I mean,” Sam winked.

Lucius grimaced, but tried to hide it. How could he do this to his own flesh and blood?

“Then I have a request of you, though you couldn’t refuse if you wanted, I cannot refuse. There is a binding magic in place right now, which has to be satisfied,” Lucius stated.

“What can I do for you?” Sam asked trying to look curious instead of smiling.

“Because you have visited this house, you must marry my son,” Lucius spoke rather quickly.

“Hmm… that is interesting. And I can’t refuse, you say?” Sam asked trying to look aghast.

“Unfortunately not. I unintentionally put this in play with rash words,” Lucius reveled.

“I see. I will help in any way I can, but I have a request of you,” Sam asserted.

Lucius looked at him quizzically.

“You must allow me time with the boy, and not keep him from me once the marriage is complete. I will neither do harm nor foul to him, but you must trust me,” Sam spoke.

Lucius did not know what to say. He could not say no, the marriage would be binding, and the marriage had to take place.

“Will we get to see him?” Lucius asked.

“Of course, if you give me a way to come find this place again,” Sam replied.

Lucius conjured a signet ring and gave it to the man.

“Touch the emerald and it will take you back here and anyone whom you are touching at that time,” Lucius instructed.

The man placed it on his finger.

“I am ready whenever you are,” Sam stated.

~ Drawing room of Malfoy Manner

Draco was standing next to the muggle, totally unbelieving that this was his fate. How could his father do this to him, he did not deserve this, he did not want this. However, the binding magic made him swear his obedience and faithfulness to this muggle.

After the ceremony for which the muggle had not even washed, the Malfoy’s said their good-byes to their only son and he and his husband walked out of the front doors.

They seemed to go on for miles.

“Where is your car?” Draco asked.

“It is just around that bend,” Sam replied

Draco started to walk slightly ahead of Sam, and never noticed Sam pulling a wand from his shirt and pointing it at Draco.

“Somnio Foris Obdormio! ” Sam’s voice boomed.

Draco crumpled to the ground.

Sam tapped himself on the head with his wand and his appearance melted off him like a second skin. Standing where Sam the muggle had been was none other than Sirius Black. He moved over to gather his partner in his hands and with a crack he apparated to his own house.

~ Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Sirius took the sleeping Draco to his room on the third floor, placing him gently against the black silky sheet. Now he needed to prepare himself for his journey into Draco’s mind. He knew that he had to begin where they left off. This was going to be hard for both of them, but then again it would be for the boy’s own good. Draco was free now, of the Malfoy clause, but that didn’t mean he was ready to face the part of himself he had been hiding so long, or let go of his lethal Malfoy pride.

Sirius had a plan to break the intense pride in the boy, down to a manageable size, as well as letting the boy learn that it was ok to let go his feelings for men. Sirius knew he had to keep his own emotions at bay during all of this, he fell even harder the more he looked at Draco. Pushing his own desire aside, he stretched his hands over the boy’s forehead, picturing the place where the boy fell and projecting himself into Draco’s mind.

~ Draco’s mind

Draco peered behind him looking at Sam for some direction. Sam just pointed head and soon there was a small blue car in the distance.

“There she is… the battery went dead hours ago… I hope it just needed a rest,” Sam said.

They got closer and Sam opened the door for Draco, who slid in still half dazed.

The car started and Sam smiled, driving towards the motorway. It only took Sam 15 minutes to reach his home. Draco looked on at the small one story, blue house, feeling his self-retreating deeper into his mind.

“This is not happening,” he told himself.

They walked into the small house, Draco noticing the totally muggle setup. There was a black box in the corner of the living room, sofas he could identify and magazines and books.

“I am going to take a shower. Please, make yourself at home,” Sam told him.

Draco winced at these words, was he going to have to live as a muggle for the rest of his life, what was happening to him, this just isn’t right, how could this happen to him of all people. He was a Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake. Malfoy’s do not associate with Muggles, they do not converse with them, and they certainly do not MARRY them!

Sam went into the bathroom and changed into Sirius, he looked at his refection. Draco wouldn’t recognize him, his hair was longer, and his body more muscled and well there was the point that they had never really met. He looked at the toilet and their appeared a fresh set of clothes, He loved this, and he could do anything and did not have to use magic. Sirius could make anything happen since he was controlling this dream. He donned the blue jeans, and white T-shirt, glancing at his reflection, he smiled, and he looked good enough to eat.

Sam walked into the living room to find Draco fiddling with the TV, trying to poke it into working.

Draco looked up a moment, and a look of surprise mixed with attraction flashed through his eyes. Draco looked away quickly, and Sam just smiled, the attraction was going to make one part of this very easy.

“What does this box do?” Draco asked

“Oh that’s the telly where we get the news and shows to watch. Didn’t you have one?” Sam inquired fully knowing the answer.

“No,” Draco said shyly.

“What would you like for dinner?” I was planning on Pasta with homemade sauce.

“Whatever,” Draco said not caring, knowing he would definitely not enjoy muggle food.

“Ok, well you cook the pasta, and I will get the sauce ready,” Sam said heading to the kitchen.

“Cook?” Draco squeaked.

“You do know how to boil water don’t you?” Sam inquired.

“Of course not, that’s the house-elves job. A Malfoy would never lower themselves to doing menial labor,” Draco sneered.

“You will learn in this house if you don’t work, you don’t eat!” Sam said.

“Fine!” Draco shouted going to retreat to his room, but realizing he did not have one yet. “Um... Where do I sleep?” he asked hesitantly.

“With your attitude I should make you sleep with the dog, but for now you can have the sofa,” he said pointing to the tattering old brown sofa next to the telly.

“What about a room, can’t you just put one down the hall or something?” Draco whined.

“What on earth are you talking about? There is only one room to this house, and it would take a long time to build one,” he said exasperated at the boy’s impertinence.

Draco felt cornered, scared and very confused. He sat on the couch and just cried. He did not care anymore, nothing was the same, and everything was different, different food, real work, and no room…

Sam went to the boy, put his arm around him and let him sob.

“I know it must be hard, I won’t hurt you, I promise. Let me just be your friend,” he whispered.

Draco just sobbed even more and grasped Sam’s shirt holding the man close. It seemed like forever until he started to breathe again normally, but Sam just sat there patiently.

Draco had felt the man put his arm around him, it felt good, it felt right for the first time. Then all his pent up emotions just flooded out of him, and he held on to this man, this rock, for dear life. After it had past, he just held on, breathing in the scent of Sam, fresh, musky, and definitely male. Draco felt his groin start to become aroused and released his hold, backing away trying to grab hold of what he had felt. No man had made him feel this way and he laughed at his luck that it took a muggle after all.

Sam let him go, flushed cheeks told him all he needed to know.

“Would you like to watch and learn how to cook?” Sam asked

Draco pondered that, things were different, he knew he would have to get used to things, and Sam had been nothing but nice to him. Draco took in Sam’s appearance sweeping his eyes lustfully over the muscled body, and then their eyes connected. Silver on silver, Draco felt a familiar draw to those eyes, eyes he was sure he had seen before.

“Sure,” Draco yielded.

They walked into the kitchen, Sam went to the cupboard and pulled out some tomato sauce and stewed tomatoes. He grabbed some fresh mushrooms, garlic and onions from the refrigerator, and a large bottle of wine from above the hob. All the while Draco just watched in interest. Sam pulled some spices from a draw and arranged them on the counter, then filled a large pot with water and put it on the hob to heat. He showed Draco how to chop and slice the mushrooms, garlic and onions. He poured a bit of garlic oil into a skillet and started to heat it up.

All the smells were very enticing for Draco, he especially loved the way Sam moved in the kitchen, and it was almost erotic. Sam put the sliced vegetables into the skillet to sauté, and added the pasta to the boiling water.

“You must get the onions to a golden color, that way they are soft in the sauce.” Sam explained, stirring the mixture slowly.

“Hmm…” Draco almost hummed lazily watching Sam’s hips as they swayed as he stirred.

Sam glanced over his shoulders and grinned, this was going very well. He pulled a smaller pot out of the bottom cupboard and added the wine, sauce, vegetables, drained tomatoes, and spices. After it had warmed sufficiently, he dipped a spoon in and turned towards Draco.

“Want a taste?” He asked, holding the spoon out towards Draco.

“Sure,” Draco replied opening his lips.

Sam cupped his hand under the spoon and brought the sauce to Draco’s parted lips.

Draco tasted the sauce, his senses heightened by the smell. It was good, it had a beautiful flavor, and the blend was exquisite. Sam’s hand brushed Draco’s chin, and Draco felt the shock that ran through him and heat pooling in his groin.

Sam went back to the hob and strained the pasta, poured the sauce over it, and served it up on two plates. This was a first for Draco, never having eaten pasta before. This was wonderful, how could he have been so blind to this.

“This is amazing, the different tastes, flavors, and textures. I never had something like this,” Draco exclaimed.

“Thank you, Cooking is like an art for me, a way to express myself,” Sam replied.

They finished the rest of their meal in silence, both enjoying the company and the warmth of the food. Later they sat on the sofa and watched a bit of news on the telly. Draco dropped off to sleep around 8pm. Sam picked him up and cradled him taking him to where the bedroom was. It appeared adequately furnished and placed Draco on the bed, covering him with the comforter. He looked down at the angel asleep, and kissed his brow.

Sam waited a moment, the night turned to day, and he woke Draco up. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around.

“I have a full day planned,” Sam said, “We are going to wash the car, mow the yard, and put up some Halloween decorations. It will be fun.”

Draco almost retorted that work was for house-elves, but remembered there were none to help. Moreover, doing things with Sam seemed to be more than compelling.

Draco actually had fun washing a muggle car, they were both wet and sweaty, taking turns letting the hose slip to spray the other. By the time they were done, the car was clean, but they were a mess. Sam showed Draco how to mow next, and then they went to the garage for the decorations. They set up Jack-o-lanterns, ghost stickers, orange, green and purple colored lights. They hung a witch on a broom from the tree in the front yard, with Draco laughing at the display and how inaccurate it was. When they had finally made it in for dinner, Draco actually helped this time.

"Tonight, I was thinking about having fried chicken with rice and corn, rather simple and fast." Sam said smiling.

Draco was given the task of breading the chicken and cooking the corn. Sam put the rice on first and only started to fry the chicken with five minutes left on the rice. They sat down and actually talked. Draco talked about his life and Sam merely listened. After dinner, they ate some leftover Pumpkin pie Sam had cooked a few days before. Draco was becoming very comfortable around Sam and less arrogant. Sam had one move left to make, before this was over.

That evening Sam put in a nice long movie for them to watch. He moved just a bit closer to Draco than he usually was.

Draco had wanted to be close to Sam all day, but never had the courage to actually touch him. He now had a chance, since Sam was sitting so close now. Draco eased closer and gently laid his head on Sam's shoulder and waited.

Sam could only smile, reach down and pull Draco against him. Draco let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Draco?" Sam spoke, looking down at the blonde boy.

"Hmm?" Draco mumbled, not daring to look up.

"I want to kiss you," Sam waited for an answer.

Draco was stunned, the very thing he had wanted all day was now being offered. Could he allow himself to indulge, after all he did marry this marvelous man, then why not?

Draco looked up into those darkened eyes, parted his lips, and let his eyes flutter shut. Draco let go of everything finally.

Sam's lips slowly lowered and took Draco's, not too possessively, but just enough. The kiss scorched both, fire searing from between their lips, each flick of the tongue on Draco's lips sent more flames into his belly. Sam pulled away first. Draco whimpered at the loss.

"Draco... there is something I have to tell you," Sam said.

"Anything, just don't stop kissing me," Draco murmured wantonly.

"I am not a Muggle, and this is not my home," Sam said waiting for Draco's ranting to happen.

"Hmm? I don't care who or what you are," Draco replied truthfully, "For the first time in my life, I have finally been set free of all my restraints. Your presence is easy, for you to have me of all people, when you are so patient, and I was so cruel. I am so lucky."

"You may not think so when I wake you," Sam said quietly.

"Wake me?" Draco inquired.

"You are asleep and I have been controlling this dream," Sam explained.

"Please tell me you are real, I can't stand it if you weren't," Draco cried clinging on to Sam as if he would lose him.

"I am real, you know my name, but not me," Sam said phrasing his words carefully.

"What is your name then?" Draco queried.

"Sirius Black,” he replied, waiting for the angry roar, but when it didn’t come, he explained the whole story, “I came across the invitation to your dinner, when an owl died near my door. I changed myself into a girl, wanting to see a scene. I was half expecting a mean tempered boy looking for snacks in all those girls, but when I saw you, and looked deeper, I could see how much you were plain disgusted with women. It made me hope. You were more beautiful than I had ever thought. I overheard your conversation with your father and I wanted to help you any way I could to get you out of the mess your father put you in. I only wish now that you are not sorry you are bound to me."

Sirius waited for his revelation to sink in.

Draco only leaned in to kiss him once more, settling his feelings on the matter.

Sirius pulled back again

"It is time then," Sirius said.

~Sirius' Room

Draco started to stir. Sirius looked on in hope. His blond angel opened his silver eyes and looked straight at him. Sirius was about to question him when Draco's arms came up and around his neck pulling him down, closer, drowning him in those silver eyes.

"Kiss me like you mean it," Draco whispered.

"How about I kiss you like I love you?" Sirius rasped out trying to catch his breath.

The blond just grinned wider.

"Ok with me," he said pulling their lips together.

It was soft, slow, and sensuous. Lips moving across each other, biting, sucking, and moaning. Tongue tracing, lips opening, mouths dancing together. Burning each other from the inside out, teaching, learning, and breathing. Each one providing the breath for the other, breathing as one flesh. Hands roaming, kneading, and unbuttoning.

Sirius pushed aside the button down shirt with one hand touching pale flesh. Two deep groans escaped at the same time. Fingers found nipples, stroking, twisting, tweaking, and teasing. Draco was starting to mewl into Sirius' mouth. Never breaking contact with Draco's flesh, Sirius trailed his mouth along the jawbone, tasting the flavor that was Draco Malfoy. Sirius kissed and licked his way to behind Draco's right ear, suckling the tender flesh, drawing it into his mouth and sucking down the line of the pulse beating there, finally hitting the collarbone.

Draco was in heaven. His veins were on fire and his body melted with each touch. He felt like he was riding the roller coaster of desire. His own hands were searching for some of Sirius' flesh, wanting the satisfaction of touch. He had to get this disgusting shirt off this beautiful man and soon! Draco felt his need rising, growing hard, and starting to ache. As if on cue, Sirius' expert hands found the gift between Draco's legs.

Sirius felt Draco’s erection arch into his palm and he reveled in the feel of Draco's need. He saw such wonder, strength, and beauty in his blonde angel's face. Draco's manhood quivered under his touch, drove his own desire, and caused him to feel as if his own cock would burst from merely touching this exquisite creature.

Draco dragged the shirt off, above Sirius' head. His head fell back so he could admire the other man's chest with more ease. It was tanned, toned, tight and sparsely hairy, only a few around the nipples, and a few in the middle.

"Perfect," Draco whispered, licking his lips in anticipation.

Sirius chuckled, moving lower to feast on Draco's succulent flesh. He managed to lick and nip from one side of Draco's chest to the other, then moving down a bit and did it again, stopping only to take a hard nipple in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, tasted and bit. The taste was so sweet, yet salty and wonderful.

Draco felt as if his insides were starting to splinter into a million pieces, trying to hang on to this wild ride for dear life. He needed something, searched for the completion.

Sirius swept away the remains of Draco's clothing, he knew the boy was close, he also knew what needed to happen first. Sirius found a small bottle of lube next to the bed and lubed his fingers. He brought one to lightly encircle Draco's entrance. Draco whimpered in delight. He poked just the tip of his finger in and then out again, slowly he worked his finger inside Draco's tightness. Draco moaned again, called for more, and Sirius obliged. He added yet one more finger, nudged the passion spot inside Draco, causing his blond angel to buck into his hand.

"I need you... Sirius..." Draco cried, "Take me home."

Sirius felt all control drain in that moment. He divested himself of his trousers and pants, and maneuvered himself at Draco's entrance. He looked into Draco's eyes and started to move his own cock slowly inside Draco’s pale arse. With silver on silver, breath with breath, passion fueling passion, love building love, Sirius entered Draco fully, holding firm until his lover moved under him.

Draco never felt more possessed, safe, sacred, loved, cherished, wanted, and needed in all his life. These things were overwhelming. When his savior was finally buried inside him, he knew he had come home at last.

Draco urged his lover to move inside him. He pushed his hips upward, clenched down on Sirius’ heat, and lowered his own hips. His pure need drove his instincts. He needed the release, the satisfaction.

Sirius complied moving slowly inside at first, then began to match Draco's own thrusts. He held on to his lover’s side, his hands pulled the pale body up against his own.

Draco struggled for breath, as he ran his hands up and down the naked torso of Sirius. He pinched the tight brown nipples eliciting a groan of pleasure from his lover. He reached further, tugged on Sirius’ neck, and tried to pull him downward.

Sirius let himself be led by this beautiful man beneath him. Their lips met once again. The storm began to grow inside both of them. Sirius’ thrusts were more urgent now, each time he hit that wonderful spot. His lover moaned in his mouth repeatedly as their tongues tangoed with one another. He felt the rush of passion was overtaking both so he moved a hand between them to grab the sweat-slicked cock of his lover, which throbbed with each thrust. His hand moved over the swollen member with the urgency that his own need felt.

Draco cried out when he felt that strong hand take his hard erection. He was undone with both sensations of his lover inside him and the hand on his dick.

They rode the fiery chariot of desire together over the mountain and together crashed into blinding bliss. Draco seed spilled between their bodies and his lover’s filled him. They were now one.

~ That moment in Malfoy Manner

Lucius shivered while reading because he felt the shift in power. The Malfoy magic was becoming stronger. How could that be? Draco had married a muggle... or had he?

~ Two weeks later number 12 Grimmauld Place

All the family and friends gathered to celebrate the happily married couple of Sirius and Draco Black. Lucius and Narcissa smiling happily for their son's good fortune sat at one end of the table, Harry and Hermione sat at the other and tried hard not to laugh. They ate a splendid dinner prepared by the newlyweds. The array of meats, vegetables, side dishes and desserts were extraordinary.

After all the guests left Sirius grabbed Draco and started to waltz him around the room. He stared happily into his young husband’s eyes.

“Are you happy, love?” Sirius asked quietly.

“Hmm, most definitely,” Draco murmured in Sirius’ neck, before he bit down and claimed the pale flesh.

Sirius let himself be claimed. He wondered at the continued intensity of their love. Each time was still a bright burning passion.

Draco let go of tasting his lover’s neck for pushing him down onto the soft rug by the fire.

“You have way too many clothes on, my sweet,” he perceived.

Sirius just stared back at him, a cocky grin on his face.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Sirius inquired.

Draco just shrugged and leaned over Sirius form and started to rip the robe’s fabric and one by one pull free the buttons underneath holding the shirt on.

The forcefulness displayed engorged Sirius’ already hard cock. He thrust his hips up towards his lover’s waiting crotch. The contact drew gasps out of both of them.

Draco reached down, undid the offending trousers, and slipped his hand inside to wrap around his treasure. It was like silk stretched around a hard pickle, soft to the touch, but firm underneath. His thumb moved in circles around the head and spread the pre-cum leaking from the slit in the process. He bent down and tasted the shimmering liquid.

Sirius moaned when he felt Draco’s tongue dart out to capture his juice. The expert tongue found more waiting when it returned.

Draco’s tongue traced the tip of his lover’s erection and lapped up every drop spilling from the weeping head. Latching his mouth to the top, he began to pump his hand on the shaft, suck with his mouth and let his tongue dance in and out of the slit urging the flood of juices onward.

Sirius struggled to keep still beneath him. He held on to the rug with on hand and the other tightened on his lover’s head. His strong hands pushing for Draco to take him deeper.

Draco could feel the need rising took his hand away and swallowed the shaft down in his throat. Sirius’ hand on his head pushed, pulled and guided his movements. He bobbed faster, increased the pressure on his lover’s shaft.

Sirius could take no more so he bucked rapidly inside Draco’s mouth, and took his satisfaction from the heated mouth as fast as he could. Uttering a primal scream, he released his seed down his husband’s throat.

Draco eased off the engorged head, licked his lips and shared a bit of Sirius’ essence with him. They kissed for a long time, each savoring the other. Draco was the first to break off the kiss, but it was only to shrug out of his own robes.

“Tonight is my turn,” Draco reminded Sirius.

Sirius only smiled and spread his legs as an open invitation.

Draco took in the lovely sight of his husband naked before him. Sirius was well defined, his chest was small but chiseled, his stomach was flat and adorable, and his legs were pale and inviting. He moved himself between them and played a finger at the tight entrance before him. He licked his finger before stretching it inside, savoring the tightness surrounding it. His lover’s hip bucked upwards obviously wanting more. Draco eased out his finger and replaced it with his rock hard dick. There was no coating, no lubricant, because they did not need it. The fire was all there ever was.

Sirius felt the fire as Draco entered and cried out in happiness. Draco thrust, Sirius bucked and they rocked together in an even pace. Sirius felt his erection grow hard once again and bucked harder and faster against his lover.

Draco sped up his thrusts, his dick being squeezed and massaged by the inside of Sirius’ arse. He reached for that star that was blinding his eyes, and exploded inside his lover’s body.

Sirius lost control as he was being filled. They clung together afterward. Holding on to the inferno that was their love.

And they lived Happily Ever After.

~The End

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