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The Stag and The Snake	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I gain nothing from this but a way to pass the time.

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Chapter 15 – These Are The Days We Dream About

The couple appeared with a sharp crack in the middle of the sitting room. Without a word, they hurried down the hall hand in hand, making a mad dash for their bedroom. The second the door snapped shut, Harry felt himself pressed into it by Draco, and where once the entrapment and pressure against his person would send him into a panicked-induced memory, he was present enough to know it was Draco, and that fact alone dissolved any fear that attempted to latch onto his mind.

Draco caught his mouth in a fierce but tender kiss, his hands slipping under the hem of Harry's T-shirt and brushing across his flesh, making Harry gasp into his mouth. “God,” he murmured in between kisses, “I love you.”

His lover didn't respond, but pulled back to help Harry slip out of the garment. Harry grabbed the collar of Draco's button-down a little more roughly than he had intended, and shoved his tongue down his throat. Harry's fingers worked hastily at the buttons on his shirt, and after a few infuriatingly long minutes, Draco shrugged out of the garment. Harry moaned out loud at the sight displayed before him.

Thin but leanly muscular, with a fine dusting of blond hairs across his chest and down the centre of his abdomen. And God he was so fair. Harry reached out and brushed his fingers over the white skin, his tanned flesh looking amazingly dark in contrast. Draco shivered under his touch, and Harry broke the kiss to drag his mouth down the side of Draco's throat and over his chest. Draco shivered again, a soft, throaty moan escaping him as Harry mapped his upper body with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

When Harry reached the top of his tented trousers, Draco's hand touched his shoulder stopped him short. “Come on,” he said with a weak smile, and tugged Harry in the direction of the bed. Cottoning on, he followed Draco's lead and they climbed onto the unmade bed. This time, Draco took his turn. He explored Harry, his fingers ghosting over his erect nipples, teeth grazing across his sensitive flesh, eliciting soft gasps from Harry as he became lost in the sea of new sensations.

“God Draco,” he whimpered a little when the blond had reached the top of his jeans, and he paused. Damn him. He sat up a little, but his irritation died in his throat at the look Draco was giving him.

“I just want to make sure you're sure,” he said softly, doing a bad job at hiding his own arousal. Harry shifted forward and kissed him softly. He cupped Draco's face in his hands, and pulled back after a moment, pressing his forehead against Draco's.

“I'm sure,” Harry murmured, kissing him one more time in an attempt to quell Draco's concerns. “Are you sure?”

“Gods, yes,” Draco breathed, and Harry almost laughed at the admission. He fell back onto the sheets, and Draco made quick work of peeling Harry out of his jeans. Harry lifted his bum off the bed in an attempt to help his partner along. The garment joined the others strewn over the floor, and Draco crawled back up to kiss Harry again.

Harry wrapped his arms lazily around Draco's shoulders, desperately wanting to go slow, to savour every moment of this first experience. At the same time however, his fierce need made him want to just rip Draco out of those overpriced clothes and get it over with. He tried to verbalize this thought to his partner, but came out as a garbled moan, intensified when he felt Draco press a palm into his the front of his pants.

His breath hitched and Harry threw his head back, arching his hips as he groaned. Harry reached for the catch on Draco's trousers, but he frowned when his hand was swatted away. “Let me take care of you,” Draco purred, smiling faintly down at him. Harry felt himself go a little red.

“You always take care of me.” He tried to pout, but the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth made it a little difficult to do so. Draco chuckled at his words, and shrugged. He leaned in and kissed Harry again, his knees braced on either side of Harry's hips, leaving Draco's hands free to twine into Harry's hair. Draco's touches were excruciatingly slow, and Harry arched his hips against Draco's groin, giving him less of a hint and more of a billboard of what Harry wanted from him. Harry felt Draco's mouth twitch into a smirk, and he lifted his hips just out of Harry's reach.

With a slightly defeated huff, he fell back onto the bed. At that same moment, Draco broke the kiss and sat up, perched on his calves as he looked Harry up and down. The stare was intense, but not uncomfortable. Even so, Harry could feel the flush rise in his cheeks. “What are you looking at?”

“You.” Draco's smirk was gone, and a warm smile replaced it. Harry snorted, shaking his head a little.

“How did I ever manage to fall for someone as cheesy as you?” Draco grinned in response to Harry's words, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Draco traced the contours of Harry's chest with his fingertips, and he shivered under his lover's gentle touch. It was far from practised, but felt wonderful all the same. Harry pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his breath hitching in anticipation when he felt Draco's thumbs hook under the waistband of his pants.

Harry moaned softly, arching his hips just barely off the bed as the garment was slipped off, exposing his erect cock to the air. He shivered a little in nervous anticipation, while Draco slowly slid down, peppering Harry's exposed flesh with feather-light kisses along the way. He felt Draco press a warm kiss to the lowest point of his abdomen, mere inches from the straining organ. Harry groaned, but Draco ignored his pleading vocalizations. He took his time, brushing his hands gently over Harry's inner thighs, kissing and touching at every bit of skin close to, but never actually touching his erect member.

A thin sheen of sweat coated Harry's skin, and as he began to think he might burst from the teasing, his breath hitched sharply as his cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Draco's mouth. A quivering moan escaped him and his hips jerked instinctively, though he had tried to stop the motion. Draco braced one of his hands on the bed to keep himself balanced, the other coiled at the base of Harry's cock, stroking what he could not fit down his throat. With each bob of his lover's head, he could feel the mild convulsion of his gag reflex reacting, but he never stopped or slowed his motions. Harry was lost in the sensation, his breathing coming out in sharp gasps and keening moans of pleasure, his hips moving in time to Draco's movements, trying to keep from accidentally gagging his partner.

It did not take long for Harry to sense the impending release, and he reached down to grab blindly at Draco's shoulder. “Draco, I'm gonna—I'm gonna—” but the blond ignored his words and instead doubled his efforts, and within moments Harry came, throwing his head back, groaning appreciatively.

Harry lay there, utterly spent, as he felt the soft sagging of the mattress as Draco shifted up to join him. He turned onto his side, and leaned in to share a kiss, tasting himself on Draco's tongue. It was a strange experience, but he did not entirely dislike it. Though he still felt spent from his orgasm, he grinned at Draco and took his turn to pin his lover against the soft folds of the duvet. Draco's breath hitched in surprise, while Harry leaned forward to press a kiss into the centre of his chest. He dragged his tongue down over his abdomen and stopping at the top of his trousers.

He made quick work of unbuttoning and yanking the obstructive garment off, along with his pants in the same swift motion. Draco gasped, as though surprised by Harry's rough, impatient movements. Harry felt a thrill of nervous energy run through him. He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment while he steadied himself.

Taking one last calming breath, Harry extended his tongue and dragged it over the underside of Draco's cock, causing the young man to gasp sharply. Pleased with the reaction, Harry moved to the tip, closing his lips over it and suckling for a moment before he swallowed the rest of him.

Harry opened his mouth wide, pushing until he felt Draco's tip brush the back of his throat. He backed up and bobbed his mouth over Draco's length; his tongue pressed firmly to his underside of his cock, and his teeth carefully covered as he moved. Based on the jumble of curses and moans pouring from Draco's mouth, he wasn't doing too badly.

It did not take long for Harry to feel the telltale signs of Draco's impending orgasm, but unlike with his partner, he was not certain that he was quite ready for someone to cum down his throat, and he pulled back at the last minute, using firm, sure strokes with his hands to bring him the rest of the way. Draco groaned, his hips arching sharply, his seed sputtering over his stomach and Harry's hand.

He fell bonelessly back onto the bed, and Harry grabbed his wand and flicked it once to clean up the mess. He crawled back up to rejoin his lover, grinning as he stretched out next to him, his right arm resting lazily over Draco's chest, and his chin pressing into his shoulder. Draco turned his head a little, smiling lazily at Harry, his skin practically glowing under the thin layer of sweat that clung to his form. “I'd say that went well,” he drawled, to which Harry chuckled and pressed a kiss into his shoulder.

“Passable, definitely.” Draco smirked at his words, and rolled over to kiss Harry properly. Harry didn't think he'd ever get tired of the way Draco kissed. He moaned a little into his partner's mouth, pressing himself up bodily against the blond, chest-to-chest and hip-to-hip, with his arms wrapped around his neck. The close contact made Draco groan, and he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, attempting to draw him closer.

Harry lifted a leg and curled it over Draco's thigh. The contact made his partner shiver, and he burrowed closer into the embrace. The reaction made Harry grin, and he shifted one arm to trail his fingertips up and down the curve of his tricep. The light contact made him shiver, and Harry grinned at the reaction. They broke the kiss, and Draco pressed his cheek against Harry's clavicle, sighing contentedly.

“You know,” he murmured, carding his fingers through the silver-blond locks,“I was really nervous about...well, this with you. But I shouldn't have been.” True, Snape had never raped him, but he had come dangerously close more than once. But this was Draco, and Harry knew that he loved him, and he was confident that he knew Draco's affections well enough to know that he would never try to force Harry into anything. That fact alone was enough to chase his demons away. The though brought another smile of contentment to Harry's face.

“Because of...” Draco trailed off, his expression wavering between wanting to ask, and clearly afraid to vocalize the thought.

“Yeah, but then I remembered that it's you, and that made it amazing, rather than terrifying.” Harry felt the low thrum of Draco chuckling into his chest, and he disentangled himself from Harry just enough to slide up the bed until they were face to face. Draco was smirking in a self-satisfied sort of way.

“Amazing, you say?”

“Don't read too much into it, it's just a phrase.” Harry couldn't keep the small grin from his own mouth.

“Oh but how can I not? Amazing, in bed.” He leaned in and bit gently at the hollow of Harry's throat, then kissed it a second later, making him gasp. “Now I need to get you from amazing to fantastic. No small feat, I assure you.”

“You'll manage somehow I'm sure,” the words came out as a gasp, Draco's deft fingers skittering across his ribs to rub at his hips, his thumbs dangerously close to his groin, but never actually touching it. He groaned, and Draco echoed the sound, seconds before devouring his mouth in a hungry kiss.

Harry rotated his hips while his tongue slipped between Draco's parted lips. His half-hard cock ground into Draco's, eliciting a delicious moan from the blond. Harry shifted a little, Draco following his movements, and Harry suddenly found himself straddling his partner. Unused to the position, he broke the kiss briefly to stare down at Draco, uncertain what he wanted to say. Draco smiled warmly up at him, and reached up to cradle the back of Harry's neck. He coaxed him forward, and kissed him again. Harry melted into the contact, shuddering with pleasure as he felt their twin erections brush against one another. Draco arched his hips, parting his legs invitingly. The submission startled Harry, but he wasn't complaining.

“Are you sure?” He murmured against Draco's mouth, and he felt his lover smile.

“I'm sure Harry,” he broke the kiss and stared up at Harry, eyes wide with arousal and unwavering trust. He took a steadying breath, the reality of the situation exciting him as much as it terrified him. Harry reached for the night table to grab his wand. He flicked it once, and a small stone jar flew out from under the bed and into his hand. Draco cocked a brow at him, and he felt his face grow warm.

“Erm...Hermione made it for me, just in case.” At his words he felt his face flame even further. He'd approached Hermione some weeks earlier, asking her to help him make the lubricant. It became obvious fairly quickly that concocting a potion was enough to trigger Harry's traumatic memories, and she took over its production. He had been rather proud that he'd managed to keep it secret from Draco until they were both ready to take that step.

“Remind me to send her a fruit basket.” Draco smirked, rolling onto his stomach as Harry laughed softly.

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Draco heard the soft scrape of the jar opening, and his stomach somersaulted with excitement and fear. Harry seemed to sense his emotions, and instead of barrelling forward in true Gryffindor fashion, he felt a soft kiss press into the back of his neck. Draco folded his arms and pressed his face into them, sighing contentedly at the feeling of Harry's gentle touch.
Warm hands slicked with something sweet-smelling rubbed his back, and slowly he felt the tension begin to recede. “You are so beautiful,” Harry murmured into his ear, hands moving down from his shoulder blades to gently rub the small of his back. Draco smiled at the compliment, but was too distracted by how wonderful Harry's hands felt to come up with some kind of response.

Harry paused just short of Draco's coccyx, and he hovered there for a moment before Draco felt a slicked finger trace the cleft of his buttocks. His breath hitched and he lifted himself higher, inviting Harry to continue. He hesitated again, and Draco almost groaned in frustration. He bit his lip to keep himself from speaking, and he waited as patiently as he could.

Draco's patience paid off when he felt a slick finger position itself at his entrance, and after the briefest moments of hesitation, slid inside. Draco threw his head back with a sharp gasp, and Harry froze. “K-keep going,” he murmured, lost in the sensation and unable to reassure Harry more coherently. He pressed backward onto Harry's finger, and the wordless reassurance spurred him to continue.

Harry slid the finger in and out of Draco in slow, gentle thrusts. Draco's head droop forward, moving his hips in time with Harry's slow movements. He slipped in a second finger, and Draco groaned softly, pushing back on the digits, his breath coming out in shallow gasps of desire. Behind him, Draco could hear Harry's laboured breathing, and he felt himself relax a little, for it was a sound of arousal and not panic.

It seemed that Harry could not wait anymore, and he removed his fingers from Draco and he felt Harry scramble into position. Harry rested his hands on Draco's hips, and pushed in very slowly. Despite Harry's preparations, Draco's breath hitched with pain. He clenched his eyes shut, his limbs trembling a little. Harry froze, and slowly began to pull out.

“No, no,” Draco breathed, shocked at how close to begging his voice sounded. “Keep going, I'm all right.”

“A-all right...” Harry sounded uncertain, but pushed himself in deeper. Draco groaned, pressing his forehead into the folds of the duvet. Soon, Harry's cock was in him entirely, and Draco had never in his life felt so complete. He felt Harry lean forward and press a small kiss to the centre of his damp back. The silent reassurance seemed to make some of the pain recede, and he gave Harry a short nod for him to continue.

The pain was not what Draco had expected. Yes, it hurt, but it was not as mind-numbingly excruciating as he had expected. Harry slid halfway out, and thrust back in slowly. Draco rocked his hips in time with his lover's movements, and slowly he felt Harry begin to lose himself in the sensation. His movements became faster, more jerky, and Harry gasped and moaned so quietly that Draco had to strain his ears to catch it.

“God Draco...” he mumbled, “you feel so good.” He groaned as Draco jerked backward to meet his cock, and at that moment he felt Harry's cock brush against something inside him.

“Oh!” He gasped sharply and threw his head back, his fingers lacing with the blankets. “Gods Harry,” he said when he felt Harry freeze, “do that again.” That was all the encouragement he needed, and Harry resumed his movements, angling himself carefully so that Draco's prostate was hit with almost every thrust. Draco moaned beneath him, writhing and trembling from the sheer pleasure of what he was feeling. It was better than he could have ever dreamed. He could feel Harry getting close, and he reached down to coil a hand around his own cock.

It did not take long to bring himself to orgasm, and a moment later he felt Harry cry out his release, painting his hole with his seed. Harry fell forward, and Draco allowed them both to fall to the bed in a mess of limbs and bodily fluids. Harry pulled out after a moment, leaving Draco feeling strangely empty. He rolled on his side and pressed his back into Harry's chest. Draco's eyes fluttered shut as Harry wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. He pressed a gentle kiss against the back of his neck, before resting his chin against Draco's shoulder. “All right?”

“Perfect.” Draco grinned. Even perfect seemed to understate how complete he felt. Somewhere behind him the lights dimmed, and with a contented sigh he settled into Harry's embrace and fell into blissful sleep.

Draco woke sometime later, but he guessed that he could not have been asleep long, given that it was still dark out. Harry was clinging to him like he was some overlarge stuffed animal, and the warm pressure against his back made him almost dizzy with joy. He shifted carefully, not wanting to wake his partner, and turned to face Harry.

Eyes shut, entirely at peace, Harry looked so much younger than his twenty-three years. Draco reached out a hand and brushed a few scant locks of hair off his forehead, exposing the lightning bolt scar. Gods, Draco thought, his fingertip tracing the famous cut, and he felt consumed momentarily with pity. He's endured so much, how can he even smile after everything he's been through? He leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against the famous scar. “I promise Harry,” he whispered softly, “you'll never face the world alone ever again.”
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