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Amore Schiavo	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 39164 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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I’m so sorry, again! I aim to not let that happen again! There’s no excuse, and I’m working on another fic that’s been sitting for too long, but I don’t want to jinx myself by telling you which. I hope to have another fic updated soon, is all I’ll say!

Harry and Draco were in the kitchen having tea when Arthur returned, bringing Ron, Hermione and Ginny with him.

Hermione and Ron smiled at Harry and Draco.

“Hello, Harry. Hello, Draco.” Hermione said, sitting down next to Draco.

“Hello, yourself, Hermione.” Draco answered smoothly. “So nice to see you when you’re not trying to shove information down my throat.” He said with a grin.

Hermione flushed. “It’s only fair that I keep you up-to-date on your coursework. Harry asked as a favor to him, so of course I’m taking it seriously.” She told him.

Ron sighed loudly. “Hi, guys.” He said, sitting next to Hermione. “Got any more tea?”

Draco pointed to the stove, where the kettle sat. “You’ll have to heat more water, we only made enough for two, sorry.” He explained.

Ron got up to fill the kettle with water.

Ginny stood in the doorway, glaring at Draco.

Harry noticed her and gave her a smile. “Hi, Gin.”

Ginny just huffed, turned on her heel, and marched up the stairs.

Harry sighed, shoulders slumping.

Draco’s eyebrow rose at the exchange. “I don’t think she likes me much.” He remarked.

“She’ll get over it, I’m sure.” Hermione assured him. “It’ll just take time.”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of that.” Draco said dryly.

Harry turned to Ron. “When are the others getting here?”

Ron shrugged, waiting for his water to heat. “The twins will be by after they close at six. Bill will be coming after he and Fleur get off work, around seven. Charlie will even be coming. He should be here tomorrow, around lunchtime.”

Harry grinned. “That’s great!” He turned to Draco. “I think you’ll like Charlie; he works with dragons.” He said excitedly.

“Really? Interesting.”

“It really is; he always has interesting stories to tell.” Ron said enthusiastically.

Harry finished his tea and waited while Draco finished his off.

“Well, we’ll see you later; we’re going to finish getting settled in.” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him upstairs.

Draco sighed. “You’re awfully excitable.” He noted.

“I love Christmas.” Harry told him. “And the Weasleys are very good at making people feel welcome. You’ll like it. Even if Ginny’s going to be a bit cold toward you. She’ll either come around or not, but we’ll make it through either way.”

“I like Christmas, but I’ve always hated the cold. Thankfully, we have warming charms. I don’t know how Muggles survive winter.” Draco said.

“Layers.” Harry answered easily. “They dress in layers.”

Draco sneered. “I didn’t really care, for that matter.” He added.

Harry shrugged. “Well, either way, now you know.” He told the blond.

“Mm, so, speaking of layers, how about we get some of yours off?” Draco suggested, toying with the top button of Harry’s shirt.

Harry grinned, but slapped his hand away gently. “We can’t, we don’t have enough time for sex!” He told the blond. “Plus, the door’s open.”

Draco flicked his wand at the door, closing it. “There, now we have privacy.” He murmured. “Does that suit your Gryffindor sensibilities?” He drawled.

Harry bit his lip as Draco’s mouth fastened over the side of his throat. “We don’t have time—“

“There’s plenty of time for what I have in mind.” Draco told him, shoving him back onto the bed.

Draco’s hand slithered its way into Harry’s trousers, closing around the brunet’s length and squeezing.

Harry gasped.

Draco grinned. “Tut tut, we must be quiet, remember, there are impressionable schoolchildren out there.” He murmured, stroking Harry quickly.

Harry bit his lips to keep from moaning out loud, small noises still managing to claw their way out of his throat. Either Draco was going to be the death of him, or Molly Weasley would catch them in the act and save Draco the trouble by killing them both. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

Draco’s mouth found Harry’s neck again, latching on and sucking, leaving a mark that would take days, if not weeks, to fade.

“Draco!” Harry hissed, then yelped as the hand around his cock gave a sharp twist at the end of his cock, making him very nearly swallow his tongue. He gave up and just laid back as Draco marked him and stroked him off.

He came with a loud gasp and a soft groan, melting into the bed. “Wand.” He mumbled, holding out a hand.

Draco chuckled, handing Harry his wand. “There, don’t you feel better now?”

Harry glared at him. “What was all that about?!” He asked peevishly.

“I wanted to give you something visible as a reminder to Ginevra to keep her hands off of you. No harm in being very clear on that point.” Draco said lightly.

Harry groaned. “It’s like you two are dogs and I’m a particularly juicy bone you both want. What’s so special about me?” He asked.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Well, you know why I want you. I want to always be number one in my Master’s affections.” He drawled, straddling Harry and leaning down to claim his mouth. “You’ll have to learn to live with it.” He said against Harry’s lips. “I’m afraid I’m rather spoilt and a bit selfish, to boot.” He teased lightly.

Harry laughed. “I figured you would be. I can handle it. I don’t want anyone but you, after all.” He told the blond.

“Good.” Draco rolled off of Harry back onto the floor. “Now we can go back down to mingle with the others, if you want.”

“Oh, we can?” Harry asked. “Are you making the rules, now?” He teased as he put his clothes to rights.

Draco smirked. “Considering I had every intention of doing whatever it took to keep you in here until I had you properly marked, yes, for a second at least, I suppose I am.” He told Harry, then winked. “Master.”

Harry laughed. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to end up with a headache.”

Draco waved a careless hand. “And if I do, I’ll let you know. I’m sure you’ll forgive me whatever it is that caused it.”

“I might not. Remember that I’m in charge here, and we’ll be fine.” Harry said. “Forget, and I might just let you suffer for a while.”

Draco pouted, then led the way back downstairs. “So mean to me.” He murmured just loud enough for Harry to hear.

Harry grabbed his hair and pulled hard enough that Draco had to bend backwards to look at Harry’s face upside-down or risk losing a chunk of hair. “You like it, don’t deny it.” The brunet hissed with a smirk, then laid an upside-down kiss on Draco’s lips. “Get down the stairs and into the parlor.” He ordered, smacking Draco on the ass to spur him on.

*****

They were in the parlour drinking hot chocolate when Ginny noticed the mark. And she wasn't quiet about it, either.

“Harry, what's that on your neck?” She asked, closely followed by, “Is that a hickie?”

Harry flushed and immediately covered the mark, mumbling, “Well, er…”

Draco sighed loudly and answered for him. “Why, yes, it is. Is that going to be a problem?” He asked.

Ginny made a face. “Gross. Harry, you should really keep your perversions confined to your bedroom, where we don’t all have to witness it.” She said snidely.

Draco smirked. “If you'd like, we can do so much more than just decorate each other with marks. Would you like a demonstration, perhaps?” He offered.

“No! Ew!” Ginny said, shrilly.

“My, my, Ginevra. Such a prude. No wonder Harry jumped at the chance to have me. He certainly wasn’t getting any from you.” Draco sneered.

“Draco, that's enough.” Harry said firmly.

“No, I don’t think-" Draco winced as a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his head. “Yes, Master. Sorry.” He amended.

Harry sighed. “You're forgiven, just lay off.” He said, reaching out to massage the base of Draco’s skull.

Draco sighed in relief as the headache that had been quickly forming there eased just as quickly.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Really, Ginny, with the way you and Dean are, Harry and Draco are positively tame! Besides, being attracted to the same gender isn’t perverse, it's perfectly natural. It even happens in animals! Leave them be. They're happy, and if you’re truly Harry's friend, you'll be happy for him.” She said firmly.

Ginny huffed. “Harry should be with someone who suits him, that’s all I’m saying. Someone that’s not a Slytherin, at the very least.” She added with a disapproving look at Draco.

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco and leaned in to kiss him. “I’m perfectly happy with my Slytherin, Ginny. You have a special someone; don’t begrudge me mine.” He said mildly.

“Oh, I’m special, am I?” Draco asked. “How so?”

Hermione grinned and answered, “You're a little slow.”

Harry snorted into his chocolate at the affronted look on Draco's face.

Ron laughed loudly, earning a half-hearted glare from Draco.

Ginny sneered and left the room, without a backward glance.

Draco hummed. “I don’t think she’s going to warm up to me. To be fair, I don’t blame her. I did steal her man right out from under her. Losing a guy you've had your eye on for years to another man has to sting.” He mused.

“She’s just being pig-headed when it comes to you two.” Ron told them. “Charlie's been Out since his fifth year, and she's always been supportive with him.”

“I had a feeling it was like that.” Draco said heavily. “Sorry, but I don’t intend to censor myself for her sake. She'll take me as I am, or not at all. It’s better that way.”

The others agreed and the subject was dropped in favor of lighter topics.

*****

“Hey, Harry! How's it going?” Charlie asked, slapping Harry on the back. “I hear you've got yourself a bit of a sex slave?” He teased, nodding toward Draco, who was occupied in a game of Wizard's Chess against Ron. He was actually doing quite well.

Harry flushed. “Er, yeah, kind of. Ron said you had experience with that yourself. Got any tips I should know?” He shot back.

Charlie laughed. “Sure do.” He leaned in close and lowered his voice, “Surprise him every once in a while with something he likes, but make sure you don’t do it too often, or it becomes expected. Save it for when he’s been particularly well-behaved, or for after you've pushed him outside of his comfort zone. It’s best if you have two or three different things you choose from. Keeps things interesting. Other than that, just treat him like you'd want to be treated, in his position.” He finished lightly.

Harry nodded. “That’s what I like about you: you always have sound advice.” He said.

Charlie smiled brightly. “What can I say? Life’s given me the experience I needed to become wise beyond my years.”

“Who's got wine behind their ears?” George asked, poking his head around the corner and peering into the room.

“That’s not what I said, Forge.” Charlie told him. “Go clean your ears out.”

George smiled and left. Draco crowed from across the room, and shouted, “Checkmate!”

Ron bent forward, examining the board. “No way!” He looked over the pieces and eventually hummed. “Good game, mate.” He said quietly.

Draco chuckled. “Thank you. You, too. I look forward to a rematch.” He said.

“You and me both.” Ron replied.

“And I think that’s my cue.” Harry said. Before he could turn around, a pair of arms wound around his neck and a very satisfied voice purred into his ear, “I just trounced Weasley at chess. What do you say we go up to your room to celebrate?”

Harry was about to answer when Molly’s voice called out from the kitchen, “Lunch time!”

“Lunch first.” He told Draco.

The blond sighed, but since he had already become a quick fan of Molly Weasley’s cooking, he headed into the dining room without complaint.

*****

“Mm, that’s nice.” Draco moaned as Harry mouthed at his balls.

He'd been well-behaved all day after his chess victory, since Harry had promised him a special treat if he could manage it.

Harry moved his attention from Draco's balls and focused instead on his quivering hole.

Draco gasped and twitched. “Harry, what—Oh, Merlin!” He reached down and fisted his hands in Harry's hair.

Harry chuckled against Draco's skin as he tongued the blond open by degrees. He could tell that Draco was surprised by the rimming, so he guessed that he didn’t remember the time while he'd been under the influence of the spell.

Draco could feel himself gearing up for a massive orgasm, and he choked on his words momentarily before managing to wrap his lips around a strangled, “Master, please!”

Harry hummed in satisfaction, then purred, “Come for me, Draco.” He lifted his head enough to watch the play of pleasure on the blond’s face as he came. He smiled and cleaned the blond with a spell, then curled himself around Draco and let himself drift to sleep.
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