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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39165 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Sorry for the long wait! I’m so mean to you all, WHY do you put up with me? (That being said, I’m very thankful that you do.)
“We’re going to Headquarters for Christmas.” Harry told Draco, stroking one finger over a nipple absently.
Draco shivered. “Oh, are we?”
Harry raised himself up onto one elbow and looked down at Draco. “Unless you really don’t want to, or something. Do you want to stay here?” He asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “No, I want you to take charge just like you have been. I’m fine with going there, but just so I know, who else will be there?” He asked.
Harry licked his lips. “Well, all the Weasleys will probably make an appearance at some point.” He admitted.
Draco tensed. “All?” He asked softly.
Harry sighed and nodded. “Even Ginny. I told her about you.”
“How did she take it?” Draco asked.
Harry smiled down at Draco. “She yelled at me. And then asked if I could trust you.”
Draco nodded, thoughtfully. “I bet she did. Do you think she’ll be a problem?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, then laid back down beside Draco. “Even if she is, I want you there with me. You trust me to protect you, don’t you?”
“Do I have a choice? It’s trust you, or admit that I have no one.” Draco replied.
“You do have me, Draco.” Harry promised. “If I’m on a side in anything, it’s yours. I trust you, and I—“ Harry stopped himself from saying ‘love you,’ and instead continued, “I really do care. I don’t want you hurt, or left alone, or anything like that. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.” He finished.
Draco smiled and leaned in to kiss Harry. “I know you do. I trust you. You’ve been great, Harry, really. Everything could be going so much worse. It’s to your credit that my life, such that it is, is going so well right now.”
“Hermione got you something for Christmas.” Harry said lightly.
Draco blinked up at him. “Is that even allowed? And why? I can’t get anything for her!” He said.
“If she gives it to me to give to you, it’s allowed. I’m allowed to give you whatever I want, so long as you remember that they belong to me. But if I have anything I want you to use, I can give you things. And don’t worry about getting her anything, that’s not why she got something for you. She likes you, now that you’re being nicer to her, and all.” Harry told Draco with a smile.
Draco flushed. “Well, I… That’s good, I guess. I like her well enough, too. She’s not bad.”
Harry chuckled. “Boy, would Lucius be angry to hear you say that!”
Draco grinned. “I can visualize his face if I close my eyes.” He closed his eyes and smiled. “Yep, there goes that Malfoy scowl, and the trademark Malfoy vein is throbbing.” He opened his eyes laughing.
Harry snorted. “Did you inherit the Malfoy vein, too?”
“Did you see it when we fought over how the spell made me act? No. I’m perfection.” Draco said smugly. “Not a single bulging vein. Well, except for where it can be excused.” He said, glancing down at himself pointedly.
Harry reached down to give his cock a few tugs. “I happen to be very fond of that vein, thank you very much.” He told Draco.
Draco moaned, closing his eyes. “Mm, yes, that’s nice.”
Harry chuckled and slid down the bed, taking Draco’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh, Merlin, Harry!” Draco’s hands buried themselves in Harry’s hair, fisting lightly. “Keep doing that!” The blond panted.
Harry sucked and licked, taking Draco as far into his throat as he could without gagging, then pushing himself to take him even further with every motion of his head. He ran his tongue over the aforementioned vein, tracing it as he sucked.
Draco’s hips bucked, and he gasped. “Harry!” He choked out. “Oh, Merlin, I need to come!”
Harry pulled off. “Not yet. You won’t come until I say so.” He said smugly.
Draco moaned, the sound increasing in volume as Harry stuck a finger in his mouth alongside Draco’s cock, then pulled it out and slid it into Draco.
Harry teased at his prostate, hearing Draco’s gasping cries and feeling his hands clenching and unclenching in his hair. Harry pulled his finger out to wet a second, then slid them both into Draco, pumping them slowly.
“Merlin, Harry, please!” Draco begged, pushing his hips back against the fingers.
“Who am I?” Harry asked, then ran his tongue around the head of Draco’s cock, looking up at him.
“Master!” Draco cried out. “Master, please let me come!”
“Come for me, Draco.” Harry said, then fastened his mouth over Draco as Draco wailed and thrust his hips up, coming into Harry’s mouth, trembling with the force of his delayed orgasm.
“Oh, wow. I think my brain has melted. Merlin, Harry, that was evil.” Draco grinned at him. “Best orgasm of my life, though.”
Harry grinned, licking his lips as he climbed back up the bed. “Happy to be of service.” He said brightly. “Kiss me?”
Draco pulled Harry down on top of him and kissed him deeply. “You’re amazing.” He decided.
Harry chuckled. “We need to get up. I have an essay due for Potions on Monday, and I need your brain to help with it. I don’t understand the potion we’re writing about at all.” He admitted. “It’s an irregular potion.”
Draco nodded. “Those can be tricky.” He said, then scooted off the bed and walked out of the room. “Are you coming?” He called out to Harry.
Harry grinned wryly. “Not right at the moment, no.” He joked, following his slave out of the bedroom.
*****
Harry blew on his letter to dry it, then called for Dobby. The elf appeared next to him on his bed.
“What can Dobby be doing for Harry Potter Sir?”
Harry smiled and handed him the letter. “Take this to Dumbledore for me, would you?” He requested.
Dobby took the letter and bowed, then disappeared.
Harry sighed and headed back down to the common room. Ron and Hermione were working together on homework. Harry smiled and pulled his Transfiguration essay out, then pulled out his book and laid it next to Ron’s.
Time to work, now that he’d sent his request to meet to Dumbledore. All he could do for now was wait.
*****
The response came with breakfast in the form of a note with two words on it: Licorice Whips.
Harry folded the note back up and met Dumbledore’s eyes, giving the man a single nod.
Dumbledore returned the nod and Harry turned his attention back to his breakfast.
After he had finished eating and had switched to chatting with Ron and Hermione, he saw Dumbledore get up and leave, then excused himself and hurried out of the Great Hall, heading for the Headmaster’s office. He got to the gargoyle and gave it the password.
When he entered the office, he found Dumbledore already sitting behind his desk, hands folded in front of him. He stared for a moment. “How did you manage to beat me here?” He asked, dumbfounded.
Dumbledore smiled enigmatically and spread his hands. “I am the Headmaster, my boy. There are secrets within Hogwarts reserved entirely for me. But that is not what you wanted to see me about, is it?” He asked.
Harry blinked and shook his head. “No, it’s not. Um, it’s about Draco, Sir. I’m bringing him to Headquarters for Christmas, but I need to know how to get him there without letting him be seen. I’m thinking taking the Express home is probably out of the question.”
Dumbledore nodded, thoughtfully. “I don’t think going home with the others would be a wise choice for you two. I could make the two of you a Portkey both to get there on the same day the Hogwarts Express takes the others home and to return to Hogwarts when the Christmas holiday is over.” He offered.
Harry smiled. “That would be great. You’re sure it’s not a problem?” He checked.
Dumbledore chuckled. “My boy, I wouldn’t mind it a bit! It’s fine, I’m happy to help you and young Draco any way that I can!”
“In that case, yes, please! And thank you!”
*****
“Dumbledore’s going to make us a Portkey, and we’ll go to Headquarters that way.” Harry told Draco. “I’d be spending this weekend with Hermione and Ron, but we’ll be going to Headquarters tomorrow, so I’ll see them again soon enough.” He said lightly.
Draco snorted. “That’s just an excuse. I know the truth: you miss me when you’re not here.” He said smugly.
Harry flushed. “Am I that transparent?” He asked.
“Well, you are now that you’ve all but admitted it.” Draco drawled with relish, turning over and propping his chin on Harry’s chest. “Do you love me, Potter?” He teased, grinning.
Harry flushed. “Oh, sod off!” He pushed Draco off of him and the blond rolled onto his back on the bed, chuckling. “For your information, no! You said you didn’t want that, remember?” He lied.
Draco huffed. “Oh, calm down, I’m just teasing! Don’t be such a baby about it. If you do fall for me, though, I won’t be able to fault you for it. I am perfection, and it’s hard not to love perfection.” He said lightly.
Harry rolled his eyes and grinned. “Get over yourself, Malfoy.” He said in amusement.
“Why should I?” Draco asked. “You can’t deny it; I’m perfect.”
“Perfectly pompous, maybe.” Harry shot back.
Draco raised himself up on an elbow to glare at him. “I’m not pompous. I’m refined. There’s a difference.”
Harry snorted. “Of course there is. My mistake.”
Draco sniffed imperiously. “You’re forgiven.”
Harry drew a hand down Draco’s side, and Draco squirmed, trying to get away from the light touch.
Harry froze, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Are you ticklish?” He asked.
Draco’s face went blank. “No. Why?” He asked suspiciously.
Harry’s grin widened as he felt that tell-tale tickle inside his head. “Oh, I think you are.” He asserted, digging his fingers into Draco’s side mercilessly.
Draco giggled, trying to get away.
Harry rolled atop him, then straddled him, redoubling his attack as Draco howled with laughter, struggling madly.
“No! Let… Let me go!” Draco said through his laughs, wriggling to get away, to no avail.
Harry grinned wickedly, stopping his attack and smirking down at Draco. “You are ticklish.” He said proudly.
Draco glared up at him. “You’re an arse. That was cruel!” He told Harry.
Harry chuckled. “Yes, well, I can’t be the perfect poster boy for the light all the time, now can I?” He asked. He leaned down to kiss Draco.
Draco accepted the kiss, huffing when Harry pulled away. “Never do that in front of others, that’s all I ask.”
Harry smiled fondly. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” He promised.
*****
Harry and Draco walked to Dumbledore’s office, their shrunken trunks in their pockets, Draco hidden under the invisibility cloak.
Dumbledore was waiting for them, a book in his hand. “Hello, my boys! Let’s get you to Headquarters, shall we?” He asked jovially, as Draco took the cloak off and handed it to Harry.
Harry shrunk it, putting it in his empty pocket and taking Draco’s hand. “Ready to go.” He said.
Dumbledore held out the book, and both Harry and Draco touched it.
Dumbledore activated it, and they were hurtling through space.
They landed in the parlor, and Harry smiled. “Brilliant! Thanks, Sir!” He said to Dumbledore.
“I’ll leave you two to get settled in. Molly said she finished cleaning up Sirius’ old room for you and Draco, Harry.” He told the two.
Harry’s smiled dimmed a bit. “Oh. Thank her for me, will you?” He asked, then tugged Draco up the stairs and headed for the room.
Draco watched Harry trace the letters of Sirius’ name on the plaque gracing the door. “You really loved him, didn’t you?” He asked softly.
Harry’s hand balled into a fist and dropped to his side. “Yeah. Anyway, let’s get settled.” He pushed the door open and snorted.
Sirius’ huge four-poster was still there, red-and-gold comforter covering it, and there were posters of Muggle rock bands all over the walls.
A smaller bed had been added to the room, and Harry aimed his wand at it, transfiguring it into a couch. “There, that’s better.” He said in relief. “You’ll be sharing the bed with me, and that’s just all there is to it.” He said resolutely. “Mrs. Weasley means well, she’s just… A bit old-fashioned, that’s all.”
Draco was looking around with interest. “So, he was into all things Muggle, was he?” He asked.
Harry chuckled. “He was into anything his parents didn’t like. They’re probably stuck up with permanent sticking charms, too.” He said in amusement.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “I can see why he got disowned, then.” He said mildly. “Though some of those men are rather good-looking, I’ll admit.”
“I suppose they are.” Harry said, looking at them thoughtfully.
Draco grinned. “You suppose? I guess that’s to be expected, you’re spoiled.”
Harry turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly am I spoiled?” He asked.
“You’ve had perfection. Anything less just won’t be the same.” Draco stated, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck and drawing him into a kiss.
“Oh, there you are!” Molly’s voice interrupted them.
Harry drew back from the kiss, flushing. “Mrs. Weasley! Er, hi!” He stammered.
Molly looked at the transfigured couch disapprovingly. “I see you’ve already set about making changes.”
Draco smiled at her. “Mrs. Weasley, with all due respect, the bond between Harry and myself incorporates sex magic. I’m afraid we must share a bed, to further strengthen, rather than strain, the bond.” He told her smoothly.
Harry flushed further. “Draco!” He hissed.
Draco turned to him. “What? Someone had to tell her.” He said pragmatically.
Molly sniffed. “Well, then, just remember to use silencing charms at night, boys. We don’t want the others to get any ideas.” She said.
“Of course, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry said weakly.
Molly smiled and shook her head. “I was young once, too. And, after all, you are of age. I suppose every Mother has to someday face the fact that their little boy has become a man. I’m used to the idea, after so many sons.” She said. “I’ll just be downstairs if you need me.” She said warmly.
Harry groaned and leaned his head against Draco’s shoulder.
“That went rather well, don’t you think?” Draco asked.
Harry groaned again.
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