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Inamorato	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 33335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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OFFICIAL TISSUE WARNING! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED; GET SOME KLEENEX! (In mostly a good way...)
A/N: This chapter is going to be broken down into 4 pieces. Piece 1 and piece 2 occur at the same time, but in different places abd piece 3 and piece 4 occur at the same time but in different places. So pieces 1 and 3 are the same place and pieces 2 and 4 are the same place. To simplify that for you, it's: P1/place A at time A - P2/place B at time A - P3/place A at time B - P4/place B at time B. If you're still confused, reading it should help clear the whole thing up! Please rate and review; e-mails get you update alerts. Happy Reading! ~ FA
Chapter Dedication: This chapter belongs to Tachimaru, from aff.net. Ages and ages ago she won a challenge by correctly guessing "Magic" as the thing Harry smelled that made him want to jump Draco. She requested "aerial sex" and she's finally getting it! Enjoy, Tachi!
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Sirius stopped in front of a painting with a snake wrapped around a sword. Severus removed his mouth from Siri's long enough to gasp out the password ('Perfectionist!'), pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his lover's neck as he was carried through his own sitting room and into the bedroom beyond. Sirius dropped him unceremoniously onto the bed and he bounced slightly. He purred - a low, sexy sound - when Sirius drew his want and their clothing melted away. Sirius looked just as he remembered him - tanned, toned, and sexy as hell.
"Siri..." Sev's voice was even deeper than normal - low and silky and dark, "Need you..."
Sirius groaned and within seconds was on top of Severus, resting comfortably between his lover's legs for the first time in far too long. He waved his wand again, immediately lubricating both Severus's hole and his own erection. He leaned down, pressing his mouth against Sev's. Just as he thrust his tongue in, relishing the cool mint-and-darkness taste of Severus Snape's mouth, he thrust quickly into his body.
Sev's nails bit into Siri's shoulders, his back arching while a loud, keening cry escaped his mouth. Sirius stilled, knowing he should have prepped his lover first but also knowing they both needed that edge of pain to assure themselves that this was real. They remained still for several long moments, the only movement the rise and fall of their chests and the only sound the loud, harsh rasp of their breaths - hot air passing over even hotter skin as they panted into the close, dark space between their faces. Severus gloried in the slight burn and the two-full feeling of his lover inside him. Sirius soaked in the feeling of Severus's body beneath him, his tight heat surrounding him; he'd missed this feeling desperately.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Severus wrapped his legs around Sirius's waist and arched up against him. "Siri, please..." He gasped breathlessly, pressing his lips against every inch of Siri's skin he could reach. "Need you to move..."
Sirius happily obliged, withdrawing nearly all the way and pushing back in, fast and hard. Severus gasped and moaned, his nails scraping harshly down the other man's back. Sirius knew how to make Sev's blood sing through his veins and he made sure to angle his thrusts in just the right way, hitting his lover's prostate every time. The breathy, keening moans Sev made were music to his ears and he knew he'd never again spend a night apart from this beautiful, wonderful man - even if he had to kill to ensure it.
As desperate as both men were, it took only a few minutes for them to reach climax. Sirius collapsed on top of Severus, his heart pounding in his chest and sweat coating his skin. "I love you, Sev'rus." He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his pale shoulder and smiling as Severus shivered just from that light touch.
"I love you too, Siri." Severus Snape, Death Eater spy and feared Potion's Master, blinked rapidly but couldn't stop the tears that ran down his cheeks as he clung desperately to the man above him. "Don't ever leave me again..." He whispered brokenly.
"Never again." Sirius swore, peppering Sev's tear-stained face with soft, affectionate kisses. "I swear it on my life and magic, Sev'rus. The Dark Lord himself couldn't tear you from my arms."
Severus just wound his arms and legs tighter around Sirius's body, tears still falling. "I love you." He said, over and over again, like a chant or a desperate prayer. In his head, he screamed the words 'Don't leave me!' after every one of his desperate recitations.
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Harry's smile widened. "Really?" He asked, sounding breathless. When Draco nodded, Harry said. "You know I love you too, Dray."
Draco stood, holding out his hand to Harry. The brunette boy took it and stood, allowing himself to be led out of the Great Hall and through the castle, to their rooms. As Harry stepped through the doorway to their bedroom he gasped. There were lit candles covering both desks, the mantle, their bedside tables, and the tops of their trunks, bathing the room in flickering candlelight. Rose petals were scattered over the carpet and the bed. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Draco, wand in hand, nude and standing next to the bed. His hair was once again it's natural length and falling loosely around his face. Harry could see the faint glow surrounding his wand that gave away the fact that Draco had spelled his costume off in the handful of seconds it had taken Harry to scan the room.
"Dray..." Harry breathed his name, a bare whisper of sound. His throat was tight and his tongue felt thick and heavy. "I...when did you..."
"Dobby and Suni helped." Draco smiled shyly, his cheeks tinged pink. "I told you I wanted this to be perfect..."
Harry smiled sweetly back and stepped further into the room. He willed his costume away and by the time he was at the blonde's side he wore nothing but that smile, his costume now in a pile on the bathroom floor. Draco silently admired his lover's body. His gorgeous, shimmery skin - like he'd been painted with gold dust and starlight - beckoned Draco to touch. He reached out, his pale fingers a stark contrast to the dusky golden skin of Harry's chest and stomach. Harry hissed out a breath and Draco's fingers ghosted over his navel, then lower still.
The blonde ran his fingers over crisp black hair and curled his fingers loosely around Harry's cock. Another kissed breath dissolved into a moan as Draco stroked lightly. He frowned when Harry grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. He waited silently, though, knowing Harry could tell him what he wanted. Sure enough the Gryffindor climbed onto their bed and cast his air-bubble charm. Then he reclined, on his back but about six inches above the covers, and beckoned Draco closer.
With a feral grin, Draco climbed onto the bed and knelt between Harry's spread legs. It felt strange, the firm air beneath his knees, but he didn't care. Harry wanted their first time to be face-to-face and Draco wouldn't give up staring into those gorgeous green-on-gold eyes as he entered him for the first time for anything. With one last flick of his wand, to coat his fingers in oil, Draco dropped his wand to the bed.
The Slytherin boy leaned in and pressed his mouth to Harry's cherry-red lips, his tongue gently seeking entrance. Harry happily parted his lips, sucking lightly on Draco's tongue. He shivered slightly as Draco lightly stroked his tongue over the roof of Harry's mouth. Suddenly he felt a slick finger gently circling his entrance and he whimpered into the other boy's mouth. He felt Draco's finger press into him and he gasped softly at the strange feeling.
"Shhh..." Draco crooned softly, licking Harry's ear to distract the smaller boy as he pushed his finger in further. "Just relax, love. It'll feel good soon..."
Harry did his best to focus on the feel of Draco's lips, tongue, and teeth on his neck but the unusual sensation of being penetrated was hard to ignore. The sudden sharp pain of the blonde's teeth sinking into his collarbone made him moan loudly. He hadn't been expecting it and the semi-painful bite make his cock throb sympathetically. As he panted loudly, his hands sliding desperately over Draco's sweat-slicked back, he became aware of feeling fuller than before. He shifted his hips a bit restlessly, realizing that the blonde had added a second finger while he was distracted.
Draco pressed his fingers deeper, twisting them around and searching. Suddenly Harry's eyes flew open, a half-scream torn from his mouth. He dug his nails into Draco's pale skin, his body tightening involuntarily around the Slytherin's questing fingers. Draco smirked and crooked his fingers, deliberately pressing against Harry's prostate again. Harry moaned this time, his head turning restlessly from side to side, arching his hips up against Draco's hand. As Draco carefully added a third finger, watching Harry's face closely for signs of discomfort, he made sure to brush his fingers over Harry's 'sweet spot' every minute or so.
As Draco gently stretched his petite lover, he noticed something unusual. Harry's shimmer had grown - now he was literally glowing with a soft, golden light. Assuming it had to do with Harry's heightened state of need and arousal, Draco removed his fingers and used the remaining oil on his hand to slick his own cock. The protesting whimper Harry made as Draco withdrew his fingers was replaced with a needy moan as the blonde placed the head of his cock against the brunette's entrance.
"Ready, Harry?" Draco asked softly, lacing his fingers with Harry and locking his grey eyes with Harry's tri-colored ones.
"Yes, Draco, please..." Harry's voice was soft and breathless as he pleaded with his lover to finally take him.
Draco slowly pressed forward, murmuring soothing nonsense as he took Harry's virginity. Finally, fully sheathed by Harry's hot, tight body, Draco let his forehead drop to Harry's His hair was clinging wetly to his face and their bodies were hot and sweat-slicked, sticking to each other where ever they touched. Harry's mouth was open as he panted, his eyes tightly closed as he adjusted to the feeling of Draco inside him. Draco drank in the sight of Harry's glowing skin and the feel of Harry's hands clinging to his own, sweat-slicked palms pressed together, clenched fingers locking their hands together.
"Dray..." Harry's voice was soft and almost shy as he opened his eyes, locking his gaze with Draco's again. "Can...can you move?" He blushed slightly, adding. "Feels so good, but...I just..."
"You need more?" Draco asked softly. When Harry nodded, he kissed the young Peri softly before whispering. "Wrap your legs around my waist."
Harry complied, gasping when it caused Draco to shift inside him. "Oh..." He breathed as Draco pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. "Oh, Dray..."
Draco growled, moving a little faster; a little harder. The soft murmurs and sighs Harry was making were lovely, but he wanted to make his lover scream. Knowing from his own experience as a bottom that it was all about the angle, Draco started changing the tilt of his hips with each thrust. After a few minutes he was starting to get frustrated - he'd found the damn thing with his fingers! In his annoyance Draco pulled out further and slammed back in. Harry's legs tightened around him, his back bowed up, and he made a choked screeching sound. Draco grinned and repeated the action, groaning at how Harry's muscles tightened around his cock. Please to realize he'd simply been staying too deep to hit Harry's prostate, Draco began to withdraw further with his thrusts.
Harry was practically incoherent. He felt like his blood had turned to lightening in his veins. His skin felt hot and too tight. Every nerve ending in his body was tingling. He was gasping and panting between breathless moans and breath-stealing screams, but the air felt thick and heavy and he couldn't seem to get enough. He felt dizzy and uncomfortably breathless and wonderful. He reached almost blindly for Draco, his vision greying at the edges as he untangled the fingers of his right hand from Draco's and slid it into damp blonde hair, dragging his head down until their mouths met.
Draco's tongue traced his teeth, his warm breath filling Harry's mouth in hot, damp bursts; apparently he wasn't the only one panting. He wasn't sure why, but the kiss helped Harry focus better. He was able to concentrate on the devastatingly pleasurable feeling of Draco's cock sliding in and out of him, hitting that spot that made him feel like the air had turned to liquid gold and he with it. His vision stopped greying out but when their mouths finally separated all he could see were grey eyes so dark they were nearly black. Suddenly he felt Draco's free hand sliding between their bodies. His eyes crossed as Draco's fingers wrapped around him, then went dark and blind, rolling back in his head, as the other boy stroked in time to his thrusts.
With a glass-shattering scream Harry pulsed hot, wet stickiness over Draco's slender fingers. As his body tightened around Draco, dragging the blonde over the edge with him, a huge gust of wind whipped around the room. The candle flames shot up, flickering madly in the swirling air that surrounded the bliss-drenched boys and Harry's skin shone like gold in direct sunlight. After a long moment, during which Draco gently withdrew from Harry's body, Harry lazily waved his hand and they dropped the few inches to the bed.
"Oomph!" Draco grunted as he landed on top of Harry. When the Peri giggled, Draco opened one eye to glare weakly at him. "You could warn a bloke next time!" He reprimanded teasingly.
"Mmmm...I could." Harry agreed, relaxing his legs and stretching under Draco with a pleased sigh before wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist. "But I do so enjoy surprising you."
Draco kissed Harry softly on the mouth and asked. "Well, my beautiful Harry, was it perfect?"
"Absolutely." Harry nuzzled Draco's throat and added in a sweet, but serious voice. "I'm glad I waited for you to be my first and only. Nothing could compare to this."
With tears burning the backs of his eyes, Draco buried his face in Harry's soft hair, fighting for control. Just when he thought he'd fail, he realized something. "You're laying on your back!" He exclaimed, pushing up onto his elbows to stare down at harry in shock.
"So?" Harry asked before realization dawned and he shoved Draco off him and knelt on the bed, craning his head to try to see behind him. His voice high and panicky, he asked. "Where the fuck are my wings?"
Almost as soon as Draco moved behind Harry to investigate, they suddenly burst back out of the panicking Harry's skin. One moment he was looking at Harry's smooth back - marred by two crescent-shaped scars - and the next he was hurriedly getting out of the way of two large, white, feathered wings. Harry screamed and Draco quickly ducked under the right wing to check Harry's skin for blood. He was somewhat relieved to find there was none.
"Harry, are you okay?" He asked as he moved in front of his lover again. "Are you hurt? Do we need to go to the Hospital Wing?"
Harry was panting, but seemed to be calming swiftly. "I'm okay, Draco. It only hurt for an instant..." He glanced back at his wings in awe. "I just don't understand..."
"They must retract when you're completely relaxed. They came back because you panicked." Draco smiled softly and touched his cheek. "I bet if you tell Dumbledore he'll be able to find someone to teach you how to do it on purpose. If you want to, that is."
Harry nodded and yawned. He nudged Draco onto his back and laid down on top of him. "Maybe. I'll think about it. I love you, Draco. Forever."
"I love you too, Harry." He pressed a kiss to dark hair and held Harry tightly. "Forever."
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Sirius was dozing happily. He was in Severus Snape's warm, comfortable bed with Severus in his arms. They had made love a second time after Sev had calmed down and were now cuddling quietly. Sirius couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so peaceful and happy, but he knew it was before he'd fallen through the Veil. He tightened his arms around the other man and nuzzled his neck. He sighed contentedly into Sev's ear.
"Sirius?" Sev's voice was soft. "Are you still awake?" Sirius made a sleepy sound of acknowledgment in Sev's ear and he said. "There's something I need to tell you..."
"M'kay, Sev'rus." Siri smiled against Sev's shoulder. "What is it, love?"
"Did..." Severus took a deep, calming breath and asked. "Did our Pup explain how long you've been gone?"
Sirius nodded slowly as Severus turned in his arms to face him, looking uncertain and a bit nervous. "Of course he did. He said I'd been gone almost a year and a half."
Severus took another deep breath, his dark eyes locked on Sirius's blue ones, wide and slightly fearful. "And he told you that...that we thought you were...that everyone assumed you were...dead?"
Again Sirius nodded, even slower this time. He felt almost nauseous. A hot, tight knot was forming in his stomach and he could taste the metallic-bitterness that precedes vomiting coating his throat. He pulled away from Severus, sitting up and wrapping his arms around himself. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought about it...hadn't realized sooner. Of course his beautiful, intelligent, wonderful Severus Snape wasn't alone. Severus had believed him dead...of course he'd moved on and found someone new.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, as calmly as he could manage considering his heart felt like it was gone. "Who is he?"
Severus looked lost. "What? Who?" He suddenly looked surprised, his dark eyes widening and his mouth forming an 'O' as he figured out Sirius's question. "No, Siri, no! There's no one else; there never has been! There's only you. There's only ever been you, I promise. That's what I'm trying to tell you!"
Now Sirius was the one looking lost; he was back to feeling confused rather than heartbroken. "Sev, what are you talking about? If there's no one else than why did you bring up how long I've been gone? Or the fact that I was thought dead?"
"Sirius, I haven't been with anyone in nearly a year and a half." Sev's face was somber, his eyes nervously searching his lover's face for a reaction. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." His voice was low and urgent, willing Sirius to understand what he was trying to say.
"Still lost here, Sev." Sirius reached and took Severus's hands in his. "Just tell me. I swear I won't be upset."
"I haven't been taking a birth control potion." Sev's voice was a mere whisper of sound. "There was no reason to..."
Suddenly Sirius was kissing him again, almost desperately, his right hand moving to possessively stroke Sev's stomach. "A baby?" He asked when he moved his mouth away. "We might have made a baby?" He kissed Sev again, just as fiercely.
With his head spinning from Sirius's overwhelmingly positive reaction, Sev answered. "Yes, Siri, we might have made a baby." He smiled at his lover and added. "Although the odds of me having actually conceived are fairly low."
Sirius grinned back and practically tackled Severus. He moved on top of the beautiful man he loved and kissed him softly, then murmured. "How about we up those odds?" Sev was happy to agree.
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Harry opened his eyes and peered around the nearly-dark room. While they'd been sleeping most of the candles had gone out and the fire had burned down to mostly embers. He wondered how long they'd been resting - it was obviously still the middle of the night. Then he wondered what had woken him up. Draco stretched beneath him and he smiled.
"Hey there, lover." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the center of Draco's chest. "I'm not too heavy, am I?"
"Mmmm..." Draco blinked sleepily up at him, a half-smile on his lips. "Not at all, Harry." He hugged the smaller boy. "I love having you sleep on me."
Harry snuggled closer, a sudden thought circling his brain. He wasn't sure where it had come from but he knew it would bother him until he asked, so he did. "Hey Dray, remember when you told me it wouldn't have worked out between you and that guy Chris because he was a Muggle? Why did that matter, since you don't actually hate Muggles?"
Draco laughed, making Harry's head bounce slightly where it rested on his chest. "I need a son, Harry. You know, the whole 'Malfoy Heir' thing sort of requires it. Chris couldn't have given me one."
Harry frowned, feeling a bit guilty since he couldn't give Draco a son either. Softly he said. "But doesn't that have more to do with him being a bloke than with him being a Muggle? Plus, you ended up with another bloke anyway, so aren't you screwed in that area regardless?"
Draco had gone stiff under him and Harry was worried. "Not that I'm not willing to adopt, Draco. I already told you how much I want kids, remember? It's just...I mean, if you need a son that badly that you walked away from him, then why didn't you walk away from me, too? I'm not unhappy, obviously, I'm just trying to understand..."
"Harry..." Draco looked into Harry's eyes, his face and voice both very serious. "Wizards can have children. With other wizards, I mean. Wizards can become pregnant."
Harry looked stunned. "I...I can get pregnant?" His voice was full of wonder and awe. "What, is there a potion or a spell or something? How does it work?" He was beaming at Draco, his voice eager, until he noticed how serious the blonde still was. "What's wrong?"
"You didn't know." Draco felt like he couldn't breath. "You didn't know you could get pregnant...so you haven't been taking a birth control potion." His eyes met Harry's, stunned. "And we just had sex, so you...you could be...you might be..."
Harry sat up slowly, looking down at his stomach before touching it reverently. "Really?" He breathed the word like a prayer, his hands gently stroking his flat stomach. "I can really have a baby?"
Draco was very-nearly hyperventilating. "Oh Merlin...you could be pregnant! What are we going to do? What will Mother say? I can't believe you didn't know!" Draco buried his face in his hands and groaned. "Uncle Sev is going to call me an idiot for not making sure you were on a potion..."
Harry sighed, the smile dropping from his lips. "Would it be so terrible if I am? We both want children and we agreed we don't want to wait."
He took Draco's left hand in his and pressed both of their palms flat against his abdomen, holding the blonde's pale, slender hand captive beneath his own. "Imagine, Dray. A baby, growing inside me. Your baby, growing inside me. Would it be so terrible?"
Draco's hand stilled against Harry's skin and very softly he said. "No, Harry, not terrible. Just terrifying." He leaned forward and kissed Harry's mouth softly. "Can we talk about this in the morning? Please? I feel like my head is going to explode..."
"Of course, Dray." They laid back down and while Draco's deep, even breathing soon filled the room Harry lay awake for a long time, his hands protectively covering his flat stomach where he prayed a baby grew.
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A/N: So...what did you think? I feel this chapter was the perfect mix of angst, smut, and fluff with just a dash of humor thrown in to make it less heart-wrenching. Do you agree? The next chapter is going to be interesting, to say the very least. Please let me know what you thought! All reviews are read and properly cherished. Leave your e-mail to get update alerts! ~ FA
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