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Cracking the Gold	By : Krazy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 36477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Loong entry. Wow. Posted this in my LJ---took two entries because it was too long. *whee* Anywho. Yea. ^_^ Grad's in a week! I'm excited.

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Harry froze inside, but he tried not to show it. "Must I attend this as well...?" He kissed the side of Draco's neck softly in attemps to sway him his way, so he didn't have to go. He was afraid that Snape would come up with a line for a reason which Draco had to go see Riddle for a period of time, leaving Harry alone with Snape. But it scared him to think that he hadn't been completely appalled last time from the professor's actions, and this worried him more.

Draco's brow furrowed just slightly, "I'd prefer if you did, since I don't consider you'll be truly safe here on your own."

Forgetting his thoughts for a moment, he looked to Draco. "Not safe....from what?" Maybe who was the proper question, but he wondered if he would be--alright he'd be safe with Snape...but not quite what he had in mind. "I just--think it's boring and pointless..." he stated in attempts to get back on track to not wanting to go.

Draco shrugged, "I can't say that Tom won't come back if he knows you're unattended."

His heart was suddenly in his throat as his mind spun him into the events from days prior, the exploding pain, his disorientation yet coherence enough to know what what going on just enough. Harry felt his legs buckle as his hands shot to Draco for support as the moments leading to and during his official break ran through his mind. His fingers clung to Draco as he almost felt the pain rip through him again.

Draco caught him easily, one arm looping around Harry's waist, the other cupping his cheek gently, voice stern, "Harry. Harry look at me, stay with me now."

Closing his eyes, Harry caught his legging at Draco's words, slowly pulling himself from the pain back to the arms around him until he weakly opened his eyes, tears dancing there. He was weak, he'd dealt with pain before, why not this? Nuzzling into Draco's hand, he let his head sag forward against the blonde.

Draco shook his head, petting the other's hair once again, "Easy Harry, you're safe with me. You're safe."

Regaining his footing and strength, Harry slowly pulled away from Draco, feeling as if he'd just passed out and woken instantaneously. His eyes flickered the fear from that eve before registering it was a 'dream' and he was fine. Nodding, Harry realized that he'd be better off facing Snape anyway. No way anything could be worse than...than that.

Draco's brow was still furrowed in concern, peting the nape of the other man's neck, "Are you sure you're alright Harry?"

This trick seemed to always relax Harry and he nodded once again, smiling gently to affirm it. "Should we go now...?" He wanted to move to get his mind off his weakness, to do something. Anything really.

He nodded, still petting gently, "I suppose we should." Not that he really wanted to, he'd learned to despise the man with all he could muster.

Harry made no move to move anywhere, rather wanting to stall, but not wanting to be left behind anymore. This showed as he clung close to Draco once they did move, occasionally looking around frantically at a sound, fearing Tom in another form.

Draco caught on not long after, shaking his head, "Harry, you have to relax, keep cool, I won't let him touch you."

Biting his tongue as he felt like snapping that he had let him once, and that was enough, he kept quiet. "I know..." A big red 'X' flashed in his mind screamng "LIAR!".

He hadn't really known before, if he had, he would've put a stop to it sooner. He nodded once, kissing Harry's forehead, "Trust me."

"I do." The words escaped his lips before he thought about it, but didn't put any more thought into them after either. Taking a deep breath, he continued alongside Draco to the Apparation area they'd been at last time.

Draco nodded once, arm still snug around Harry's waist, holding him close.

Harry felt comfortable, and he figured it best to stay close to Draco, then maybe Snape wouldn't bother him if Draco left. Or maybe he'll think it more of a challenge. ...Shit. Shifting closer to the blonde, he felt comfortable for the time being just there.

Draco smiled, lifting his chin as he seemed to slowly step into his Malfoy Heir persona, all cool and collected and utterly calm.

Did he do that at school? Maybe he wasn't such a prat after all... Of course he was. Is. Shrugging his thoughts off, he still admired how Draco could change so easily to what was needed.

Draco strode confidently into Severus' parlor, waiting for the go-ahead before entering his office, settling in one of the chairs before his desk, "Hello again Severus."

Harry swallowed nervously and followed Draco in, hesitating before sitting calmly in a chair beside Draco. He looked anywhere but at Snape. Mostly the walls or ceiling.

Draco smiled slightly, giving Harry's arm a gentle nudge, nodding towards the other chair before beginning to converse quietly with the potions master.

Harry reluctantly moved chairs, afraid in a sense of being closer to Snape; further from Draco. But he was still on the opposite side of the table. He was safe and he knew this was simply because he wasn't to hear their conversations anyway.

Severus kept half an eye on the brunette, smile more than a little sinister, it was more than plain to see that he still had designs on getting ahold of Harry, he just wasn't sure how to do so with Draco still in the picture.

Harry caught only a few of those half eyes, totalling maybe two eyes total, but they still scared him. Doing his best to not show this, he amused himself falsely with a picture on the wall nearest to him, barely three feet from himself. That lost his interest as it was only a boy sleeping, so he returned to staring at the walls or ceiling--determined not to look at the floor in fear of it rousing Snape to him somehow. Please don't leave the room, please don't leave...

Severus seemed quite amused by this, though continued his conversation with Draco, who was growing increasingly more agitated at the man's attentions towards Harry.

Swallowing nervously at random points, he finally settled his gaze on his lap. It was easier. Then he didn't have to look interested in anything but his nails. Maybe the fabric. Smooth by the way. Nails...nails are...boring... A soft sigh echoed in his throat when he realized he had nothing to focus his mind on with his nails.

Draco finally concluded his business with an almost huff, unfolding from his seat and tugging his shirt straight, offering Harry an arm, "Come along."

Immensely relieved by this, Harry grinned mentally. There was no way now that Snape could do anything to get Draco to leave him there alone. He smacked himself when his mind flashed an image of Snape advancing on him, gripping his jaw with a dominating grip. It was scary, but the image didn't seem to portray it that way. He wanted to gag at himself.

Draco's brow furrowed slightly, he'd gotten the general idea if not the full picture, he shook himself, striding from the room, half-dragging Harry with him, not about to leave him anywhere near Snape.

Draco wouldn't have needed to drag Harry, aside from the fact that he was walking much faster than Harry was used to. Stumbling to keep up with him, he did wonder what made Draco suddenly want to leave so badly, wondering if he'd known about Snape. Did he set me up that day...to...to tease me?? No...he wouldn't.

Actually, he probably had. But things were different now, Harry was his and his alone. No one else was even allowed to ogle apparently.

Harry stumbled after Draco for a minute before outright jogging to get beside him. He was almost out of breath, though he said nothing, just happy to be away from Snape for the time being.

It wasn't long before Draco had settled again, they were far enough away now that Harry would be safe from Severus' lecherous eyes.

Resuming a slower paced stride near the blonde, Harry couldn't help but wonder what they talked about. He pushed aside his curious thoughts, realizing better than to ask, and instead wondered if he had truely given in to everything here, given in and let them win.

Draco nodded once, "I shouldn't have any further business with Snape. At least, nothing that requires private meetings."

Letting out a slow breath, Harry nodded in reply. "Okay..." Doing his best to sound indifferent, his eyes scanned his surroundings.

He smiled, just slightly, slinking an arm around his pet, keeping Harry close, they did look quite fantastic together really, especially now that Harry was wearing actual clothes.

Feeling a blush tingle the tips of his ears, Harry shifted slightly in the embrace, moving away for a moment, before being pulled back in. He felt better and more confident wearing clothes--he'd feel a lot better, however, if he had boxers as well...

Which wasn't likely to happen really, since Draco simply didn't have any. He smiled, arm still looped around Harry's waist as they walked, taking the long way.

It took a moment for Harry to realize that this was--a longer way. He hadn't noticed until he spotted a uniquely colored door he'd never seen before. It seemed to be almost a turquois, but as he got closer, the color seemed to change to black, like everything else. Blinking, he figured he'd imagined it and let his mind settle into the embrace of Draco.

Draco smiled slightly at the curiousity, arm snugging close around Harry's waist once more, "I'd watch out for doors like that, they pop up when you least expect it, never know where they're going to lead." He shrugged then, hand dipping to settle in Harry's hip pocket, keeping him close and steering him away from the door, just in case something reached out through it to grab him, feeling suddenly possessive once more.

This of course only increased his curiosity. It couldn't be anything too bad, or else they'd have been removed...right? Finding himself breathing shallowly at Draco's hold on him and his pocket as well as twisting his head back to stare at the door, he looked forward again, intent on looking at each door now, wondering what was behind each.

Draco chuckled softly then, leaning in to nuzzle the hollow behind Harry's ear, "Curiousity killed the cat. Or so they say." It was a gentle warning, so unlike him really, but he'd been through those doors, or ones like it, one too many times, and had no desire to go chasing after Harry should he decide to go through one.

Swallowing at the warning, he forced himself to breathe at the nuzzle. He was beginning to believe that such an area was his weakness, and he was afraid that Draco was beginning to figure this out. Wondering whether Draco had been through, or dragged through one of the doors, he remained quiet, trying not to tilt his head at the nuzzle.

Draco of course could feel the tension of resisting a head tilt and it made him smile, tongue flicking out to taste the skin just above the edge of the collar, arm still snug around Harry's waist, walking pace having slowed considerably while he went about his teasing ministrations, wondering if there were a quiet alcove he could drag Harry into for a proper debauching.

A shivering tingle ran from the gut of his stomach up to his throat and made him tilt his head back, only just. His tongue slid out to dampen his lips as his weight had leaned considerably more onto the other. He fought with himself to continue walking and act as if this did nothing to him, but his will always seemed to weaken around Draco.

Draco was practically purring, eyes gone heavy-lidded, it was just something about the taste of Harry's skin, the heat of him so close, it just drove Draco wild, he nuzzled the hollow behind the other man's ear once more, hand slipping deeper into Harry's pocket, his own pace slowed to a crawl at that point, looking for an open space, grinning when he found one, half-dragging Harry into the alcove. He purred outright as he twisted around, pressing Harry back against the wall, already half-curled up against his chest, nibbling the line of his jaw lightly, fingers curled against his shirt, holding tight and keeping him pinned.

A tiny squeek of surprise and protest emitted from the brunette's throat as he was suddenly pinned against the wall before it was replaced with a low toned exhale. Leaning his head back against the wall, he extended his chin towards the ceiling and shivered as the tag on his collar thwapped against his throat still from the sudden movements.

Draco smiled as he continued nibbling, smirking as he took the tag between his teeth and gave it a tug, grinning wickedly around it as his fingers found the buttons of Harry's shirt, flicking each one open deliberately, fingers smoothing across the bare skin each revealed, reveling in the warmth of Harry's chest so close and so accessable to him.

The tug pulled a weak cry of surprise at the strength of the pull, as well as having not figured Draco to do such. His hands kept rising to move around Draco, to hold him, but they also kept clutching into refusing fists and returning to his sides. Clenching his teeth he tried to supress a groan from Draco's touch against his chest, but instead only succeeded in weakening his knees so they gave out.

Draco's purr was thoroughly amused at this, nuzzling down the center of Harry's chest, following the trail of his fingers with lips and little kitten-like laps of the tongue, just drinking in the heat raiating fof the brunette. He stopped once he had Harry's shirt fully open, nuzzling his navel once before rising fully again and arching a brow at his pet, hands having slipped around Harry's waist, holding close, his own skin cool against the heat of Harry's.

Being held up purely by Draco's arms, Harry bit his lip to keep from making any sounds. He had no idea where they were, or who could be around. He certainly prayed Snape wasn't. That thought quickly flew from him as a tiny gasp wrung from his lips as the blonde nuzzled his navel before completely sinking into Draco's grasp. How is he always so cool, when my skin always seems to be burning... His eyes remained closed, head tilted back against the wall for support so he didn't have to keep his head upright.

It wasn't like anyone was going to find them, and Draco knew it, smirking against the line of Harry's jaw again, voice little more than a murmur against the arch of Harry's throat, fingers still settled against his hips, keeping him pressed back against the rough-hewn stone wall, "Lovely."

Not caring to question what the prince had meant, he finally managed to get strength enough to curl his arms around Draco's shoulders, before sliding them almost off so that his hands held to him at the base of his neck. The stones dug into his back, but he discovered he rather didn't care, all that was on his mind was--nothing. His thoughts swum in a lake of forgetfulness as nothing but Draco filled Harry's mind at that moment.

Draco smiled as he felt the almost abandoned relaxation in the other man, nibbling along the line of his throat once more, tongue flicking out across skin between each nip of tiny sharp teeth, purring still. He was intent on turning Harry into a puddle really, because then when they returned to his quarters, the real fun could start.

Another shiver ran up Harry's spine as he felt Draco's teeth along his skin. The combined cold of the air and cool of Draco's skin with his own pounding hot flesh gave him the illusion that he was spinning out of control, desperate for water. He lapped at his lips again, bringing his head down with a rather unexpected force to rest upon Draco's as he felt the both of them sliding down the wall. The rocks scraped against his back, pulling the unbuttoned shirt to a bunch at his shoulders as Harry gave in to his lack of strength. He never enjoyed being in control; like the Gryffindor he was; because that control had been different--but he never thought that being so utterly out of control could feel so bloody blissful.

Draco was grinning outright then, drawing away to help the brunette up, arm snugged around his waist once more, nuzzling the shell of his ear, "C'mon Harry. Let's go home." He waited until he was sure his companion wouldn't topple if they started moving, then ducked them out of the alcove again. He hummed softly as they walked, keeping his arm curled around Harry's waist, rather enjoying the uneven breath and half-glazed eyes.

Feeling so lost into the feelings, he didn't even notice the faint whimper that escaped his chest as they started moving, but welcomed the term, 'home'. It was beginning to feel like it was home, since he'd not seen anything else lately, and only Hogwarts had felt like home before. Shuffling along the first few steps, he finally got his feet to co-operate and walk without such a severe lean on Draco. Blinking a few times, he closed his eyes, trusting Draco enough at that moment not to lead him to his death---or into a wall.

It wasn't as if Draco would do any such thing, at least, not when he was already hungry for other things. He smiled once more, keeping his arm snug around Harry's waist, deciding to keep walking instead of apperating, since he was quite sure that Harry would collapse if they traveled by magic.

Not that he would mind one way or another. Walking; he got to keep leaning on Draco. Apparating and collapsing--would hopefully mean more attention from him. Both sounded good. His breathing was still ragged and varying as he tried to keep step with Draco, finally letting his head fall against the blonde's shoulder as they continued.

Draco smiled once more at that, waving a hand to unlock the door, pulling Harry through behind him, the lights flickering on as they entered, giving the room a warm glow, he continued to purr as he padded down the corridor to the usual sitting room, drawing his companion down on the divan beside him, leaning back against the wall, brow arching at the brunette, just waiting to see what he'd do next.

Finally opening his eyes, they immediately searched for the shining silver ones he knew would be there. Searching for an expression on Draco's face and finding none, he silently 'humph'ed. Annoyed at a few things at that particular moment, he shoved his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the ground; annoyed with it being bunched on his shoulders, as well as being annoyed at the heat his worked up body was emitting. He wiped a tiny bead of sweat from his hairline before flopping back down, closing his eyes.

Draco grinned once more at that, ruffling a hand through Harry's hair, brushing it back from his face before leaning down to claim the brunette's lips in a hungry kiss, one hand sliding down the center of his chest and stomach, pressing just hard enough that he could feel the muscles bunch beneath his hand, loving the feel of it, wanting to feel more of it really, that ready tension.

Jumping only slightly at the kiss, Harry found himself gasping softly as the pressure, parting his lips for the other. Not caring, he left his lips parted, tilting his head up to the tender kiss; even returning the action the best he could.

Draco purred into the kiss, one hand snaking around the back of Harry's neck, lifting him into it, half-devouring his mouth, making hungry little sounds in the back of his throat as he pressed close to the brunette once more, deciding that he quite liked the feeling of Harry's bare arms and chest against his own clothed body.

The moan that had been restrained in the back of his throat for the longest time finally wedged itself free, only to be caught again within Draco's mouth. Careful not to break the kiss, Harry shifted so he was beside the blonde, leaning against him and into the kiss, marvelling at the feelings prickling at his neck. A tease. He'd been right to call him a tease the other day. A smirk of a laugh almost ran through Harry as he heard his inner voice screaming at him through the shut and locked door he'd put it behind.

Draco bit down on Harry's lower lip, not enough to do any damage, but more than enough to be felt, his Veela heritage showing through again, wanting to mark his mate. *Mate? Where'd THAT come from?* he asked himself, then shook his head just slightly, worrying at the tender skin between his teeth, finally releasing it, smirking at the faintly swollen look, lapping at it a moment later before diving into another kiss, fingers still curled against the back of Harry's neck to keep him lifted into it.

Startled by the bite, Harry quickly accepted it, half hoping that the skin would be pierced so he could feel that euphoria again. On the other hand, he hoped not because he was afraid of passing out and letting go of this moment. He could feel his lip throbbing with his pulse and he barely had a chance to grab a breath of air before his head spun and released him into Draco's hold, relaxing completely and totally; body and all.

Draco purred once more, lapping at Harry's lower lip, nuzzling his nose, half-pawing at his chest once more, holding him close, lowering him gently back on the divan again so that he could mimic what he'd done earlier, nuzzling down the center of Harry's bare chest, tongue dipping into Harry's navel half-wickedly, wanting to feel him squirm.

Clenching his jaw tighter, his hands lowered to the divan with a groan, trying not to arch his back into the other, head tilted back and staring att he arm rest above him. When the tongue contacted his heated skin, it felt as if an ice cube had suddenly been placed there, and his jaw dropped in a quiet gasp as his back gave in and arced towards Draco.

Draco chuckled softly at that, rolling with the other's arch so that he could continue lapping at the tender dip of Harry's stomach, deciding that he was going to continue that until the tickle drove the other man mad. His fingers had slipped up Harry's sides, kneading at his chest, almost like a cat softening a blanket really, still purring away, content and comfortable pressed so closely to his pet.

A groan was pried from his lips as he found his arms above him, clutched to the arm rest. He found it ironic that he'd do such a thing, when it was as if being restrained as he had been before. Maybe you crave it Harry... The thought faded as he realized he probably did, gripping the fabric tighter as if trying to pull himself up and slid from beneath the blonde.

Draco smiled, caressing Harry's wrists, voice warm against his stomach, though his breath was cool, as if he'd just had a packet of Ice Mice, "Good boy." He caressed the backs of Harry's hands then, making sure his grip was secure, "Don't let go."

Managing to squirm slightly beneath the other, he swallowed as it started to become apparent that he was enjoying everything. When his blonde prince spoke, it felt as if his voice hypnotized him with the low tune of seduction. If he'd been in any state of mind, he'd have questioned calling Draco 'his' prince, but he wasn't on the track of thinking period. He was simply a blob of flesh working to Draco's moulding.

Which was, after all, what Draco had been after. He grinned as he eased up Harry's chest, capturing a nipple between his teeth and gnawing at it gently, nothing too painful yet, just enough to be noticed and hopefully send sparks dancing across his ribs.

The sparks may not have been quite there, but the fire was definately smouldering. The skin pressed up against the other above him, shivering as stray strands of hair tickled his skin. Wrangled groans edged themselves from Harry's clenched jaws as his knuckles were white in grip on the couch, head strained back. Bloody hell you're not a tease!

Draco purred again, tongue laving across the already taught nub of flesh before easing across to the other side to repeat the action, still purring away as his fingers slid down Harry's chest and sides, pausing at the waist of his pants before drawing away, easing off completely except for a gentle press against Harry's hands, "Don't let go." He said again.

"Does it bloody look like I'm letting go..." the words pushed past his stretched throat and sealed jaw. Yes, he was beginning to find it hard to breathe, but he didn't care. He'd breathe when he absolutely needed to--and if he didn't, he knew Draco wouldn't let him die. No one would, whether he wanted to or not--and right now, he wanted to stay like this for eternity.

Draco smiled slowly, brushing a fingertip against the tip of Harry's nose with a teasing stroke before drawing away completely, unfolding to his feet, "Don't look away." He added as his fingers began flicking at the buttons of his shirt, opening each one deliberately, brow arched as he watched Harry's reactions.

Shifting his head so he could see, he finally dampened his lips with a long blink, before opening them and when he did, his breathe managed to hitch and catch in his throat. His eyes almost went wide like they would have upon seeing the fastest Quidditch broom waiting on his bed but he quickly tried not to look rude, but still found himself following every finger movement. And not because he'd been told to.

Draco smiled slowly at that, finally shrugging out of the shirt when he had all the buttons undone, but it caught at his elbows while his fingers were busy working at his belt, unbuckling it and threading it back out of all the loops on his pants

Jaw trembling slightly at what Draco what doing, he swallowed; not out of nervousness--well yes that too--but out of awe that the blonde seemed to...enjoy giving Harry discomfort and teasing. Not to mention an eyeful and a strip tease. Oh bloody Merlin...

Draco smiled slowly, letting the shirt drop before fastening the end of the belt around one wrist, likely for later use, before flicking open the button of his pants, fingers just resting there, brow arched as he watched Harry's face.

Harry's face which seemed obvious now that he'd practically stopped breathing. His dazed eyes were focused on Draco's fingers, as his mind spun during the pause in action. What's wrong with you...you've seen him before, no biggy. Merlin you've sucked him off twice! Get over it!

Draco smirked then, it was the anticipation of what you already knew that was worse than the anticipation of what you didn't. He'd learned that ages before. The zipper came down almost torturously slowly, brow still arched.

Teeth captured his lower lip as he looked away, ears burning. He was staring, and he knew it--and it was rude to stare--wasn't it? It was embarassing, definately. His hands pulled at the couch, though it moved him nowhere, simply gave him something to do instead of focus on the cold air on his skin where the prince had been earlier. Rather than focusing on what Draco was doing, on the nerves and bludger that had replaced his heart in his throat.

Draco tutted, shaking his head as he padded over, pants still open, tuft of blonde hair peeking out of the undone zipper, "What did I tell you Harry? Two very simple instructions."

Taking a ragged breath, he looked back up at Draco, looking at his eyes. He managed to choke out a 'sorry' from around the bludger pounding in his throat, ears still burning in embarassment, but more so in arousal and anticipation of...whatever.

He half smiled, the belt that had been around his wrists now holding Harry's together. Not to anything but each other, but still bound. He shifted, settling across the other man's hips then, his pants riding down further across his own

Eyes locked on the other's, he'd frozen completely, breathing and all. His wrists pulled at the belt for no reason other than instinct, though his fingers still clung tightly to the arm rest. But if this is what happens when I don't... Managing to swallow again, he forced himself to take a deep breath and ignore the fact that a god was sitting on him.

Draco smiled, rolling his hips down against Harry's once more, one hand resting against the center of the other man's chest, feeling the heat rolling off of him, seeming to coil up his arm, settling in his own chest, fueling him

Head rolling back and eyes almost closing, Harry fought to keep looking at Draco, enjoying his studies of the man's face. It was hard to tell that he was still looking at him since his head was back and he was only looking through his lashes, but he was. His back arced to the touch as well as Draco's hip roll, partially trying to not let on--even by feel--how excited he really was.

Draco smiled, still purring away as he rolled down once more, catching Harry's bound wrists and lowering them to the front of his own pants,brow arched, "Come on Harry."

Following the blonde's hands up until they disappeared over his head, then both of their hands back down,he looked back up to Draco. "Wha...?" Mind spinning, he could think of one thing that he might mean, but at the moment wanted to make sure he did what Draco wanted, in hopes of getting something in return. Even if it was as mere as a bite.

Draco smiled, shaking his head as he stroked his hands up Harry's bare arms again, leaning into the other's hands slightly, "Think of something.

At least he'd been right, but now he felt foolish for asking, even if it had been mostly out of a haze. Leaning his head back and 'looking at the ceiling', though really at Draco's face through mostly closed lashes again, he trailed his fingers to the chest before him, then let his hands slip lower, tugging at one side of the zipper, then the other in order to free the blonde.

There was a low rumble in Draco's chest at that, fingers kneading at Harry's chest in turn, eyes half closed, hips rolling forward into his touch once more, tightening the belt around his wrists, pinning them closer together.

Harry made a strangled noise that managed to show how hard he was trying to avoid certain strains. Lifting his fingers to the chest before him again, an idea caught into his head and he decided to try it, despite the possible reprocusions he was nearly sure weren't there. Parting his elbows from each other as much as he could, he eyed Draco's reactions as he carefully felt his way down, placing him between his bound forarms. Chewing his lip after swallowing his sandpaper dry throat, he pressed his elbows together again, just enough to 'capture' Draco between the sealed wrists and elbows.

His brow had arched at the movement of Harry's arms, then he gasped at the ingenious grip, smiling slowly, the expression almost feral as his hips rocked forward once more with an almost moan.

Relieved at this reaction and pressed on by the gasp, Harry worked to find a way to move his wrists up and down without hurting either of them---he felt as if he had to be more cautious this way--besides the fact that it was more awkward.

Draco's breathing went shallow, swallowing hard, eyes gone mostly closed, fingers curled against Harry's wrists, just holding himself steady at that point

Blushing at the look of bliss of Draco's face, Harry almost wanted to kiss him, if he could move. Instead he kept the pace he'd found, randomly pressing his elbows--a bit painfully--together to create a tighter 'hold' on the prince.

His breath caught once more with an almost whimper, this was.... well, unexpected and far more than he'd thought possible.

Stopping at the whimper, the brunette found himself worried that he'd hurt him. Lifting his head to look at Draco, rather than simply feel him, he wondered what was wrong.

Draco shook his head then, hair flicking against his cheekbones, "Don't stop." His voice was breathless, even wanton.

"S-sorry..." A pit formed in his stomach and he resumed instantly the pace he had previously, even a bit more to appologize for stopping. He made a mental note to try to remember that a whimper wasn't always a bad thing.

His breath hitched again, swallowing thickly, this was far better than he'd expected possible.

Licking at his lips, Harry made it a mission to see how many times he could hear that sound of hitching breath. So he set on finding new ways to do anything; firstly trying to twist his arms as he slid them down along Draco.

Draco's fingers twitched in their hold of the other's arms, breath already coming in short little gasps, already feeling that he was teetering on the brink.

Smiling softly, ears still red in embarassment that he was doing this, he held his wrists tightly over the other man at his base, before rolling his wrists as much as possibly on the spot, to massage.

He groaned outright at that, head rolling forward, breathing shallow and rapid, gasping for breath, this was just simply amazing.

Biting his lip, Harry willed all his Quidditch to come into use as he tightened his abs as much as he could and pulled his shoulders off the couch. Straining to get to the right height, the brunette finally got close enough to kiss and suckle the side of Draco's neck, now that he was bent over some. This also made it a bit easier to work with his wrists---for as long as his burning muscles would hold him up.

Draco practically yowled into the kiss, hips bucking upwards and forwards against the other, breathing shallow, rapid, the kiss more a series of smaller ones as he had to keep gasping for breath

Having moved to Draco's lips, he found this rather amusing, wondering how much of a state of mind he was truely in to think and comprehend. Not that he really cared.

Sucking and nibbling on the other's lower lip for a while, he soon returned to as strong of a kiss against the other as he could, now working his wrist in the massaging pulse both up and down and around the other. Pulling away only for a second, Harry didn't feel too surprised at the words mumbled against Draco's lips, though he figured that Draco would ask him later at some point what he'd said, whether he could hear it or not. "I think I'm falling for you..."

If Draco heard him it would've been a miracle, considering that that last twist of the brunette's wrists had been enough to send him over the edge, yowling again, hips jutting forward, half-clutching at the other man's shoulders.

Glad for the hold around him, as he had been just about ready to collapse back from muscle pain, he captured Draco's howl in his mouth, greedily kissing and suckling it down. He slowed his pace on Draco down a tad, switching from all three dimensions to just pulsing his wrists up and down, and not around as well.

Draco's chest was heaving as his orgasm was practically wrung from him completely with the movement, still holding Harry close.

Humming his own happiness against the silken lips, he tediously slowed down another notch, before eventually weening out the pulsing as well, as he nibbled at Draco's neck, suckling gently.

Draco was practically completely pliant against him at that point, purring low in his throat.

Smiling against the skin, he finally slowed down completely and fluttered his touch off of the blonde, not caring that his chest was now gross and sticky. Instead, he carefully raised his arms over his head and over Draco's to hold him back as he continued to suck and nip at the skin, tossing his tongue out randomly to taste the sweet saltiness.

He was still making small throaty sounds, one hand snaking down between them, cool fingers caressing Harry's own shaft then, keeping himself pressed close.

Resting his forehead quickly against the flesh, he inhaled sharply, having forgotten about himself until then---oddly. Although the touch was still through his pants, he still felt as if he would fly off right there, despite knowing he wouldn't be able to until Draco wanted him to.

Draco smiled, nimble fingers working to free Harry from the confines of his pants, needing to feel skin at that moment

"M-merlin..." he rasped out, trying to prevent his hips from bucking against the fingers and hips pinning him down. His arms tightened around the neck as if he was clinging to the last shred of happiness he'd ever seen. Which in part was why he didn't want this to end; he was afraid it was a dream, and he was really dead after the battle and this was just some sick torture mocking him for never really being happy before, for growing up too fast.

Draco was smiling against Harry's jaw then, stroking more intently, breathing still shallow and erratic, eyes half closed so he could just feel the other's reactions.

His fingers curled tightly against his palms pressing his forehead deeper into the crook of Draco's neck, hips finally gaining the strength to buck up despite the weight atop of them.

Draco grinned at that, fingers curling tighter a moment and continuing to stroke, half-kneading at Harry's shaft, wanting to repay all the pleasure he'd just received.

In which Harry was already swimming in. A moan was pulled from him, not constricted at all as his grip around the neck tightened even more. He was already beginning to tremble at the touches, pushing his hips from the couch upwards consistantly.

Draco smiled at that, nibbling at Harry's lips, stroking him more firmly, going to bring him to the brink and then hold him there, at least for a little while.

Groaning, Harry found himself whimpering, trying to push further into the touch, pulling on Draco's neck---which only succeeded in offbalancing him and making him fall backwards, his abs shot as his belted wrists caught him at arms length from the blonde's neck.

Draco chuckled at that, tilting himself downward so that he could continue to kiss the other man's jaw and throat, adding teasing little nips here and there, fingers curled tightly against him.

Clenching his jaw together tightly, his back arced and head tilted back to expose his throat before his lips parted in desperation for air with his low and ragged breathing pattern. Leaning back to the couch, he used his wrists around Draco's neck to pull him closer and ontop of him, now able to use the position to push harder against his cool fingers.

Draco of course took that arched throat as an invitation, nibbling at it, never enough to break the skin, but still the edges of sharp little teeth, stroking more firmly suddenly.

Eyes opening at the sudden firmness and almost rolling back to stare above him, he gasped, his hips trembling in desperate thrusts against Draco. He feared he would pass out and all the bliss would be gone, so he hugged the blonde head closer to him in hopes he was a reality he could hang on to.

Draco purred against Harry's throat, still stroking, nibbling at the underside of his jaw, "Come for me Harry."

Back and neck arching sharper than it had before, it might have looked like he was being possessed by an evil alien if it hadn't been for the moan of bliss that quickly turned into a cry and scream of unknown words to him; 'my prince.'

The scream itself, as much as the words snaked down Draco's spine, settling in the pit of his stomach warmly, making him feel heated through and perhaps a little flustered.

Back and neck still arched at sharp angles, Harry's hips trembled at a weak thrusting speed, arms tight around the blonde.

Draco laid claim to his mouth, purring away as he continued stroking firmly, wanting to wring every last drop from the brunette.

His jaw hung open in gasps even as the kiss overpowered the need to breathe. Forcing his head up against the kiss, he tried to return it, but found he could only rasp for air as his body tingled and shook.

Draco purred once more as he lifted his head to allow Harry to catch his breath at least, unfolding, still sitting across his hips, "Very good."

Collapsing back against the couch, his chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes closed and arms lifting from around the neck he'd probably strangled. Cold air hit his chest, now covered in two blissfull events, and he was glad that Draco wasn't moving completely off him--if he tried, he'd protest.

Draco smirked faintly as he dipped to lap at Harry's chest almost delicately, apparently intent on tongue-cleaning him completely

Having just taken in a deep breath, Harry let it out with a low, long moan, arms returning to their original state over his head, only not gripping anymore--his whole body was completely relaxed. Aside from his pounding pulse.

Draco smiled slowly at that, leaving wide licks along Harry's chest and stomach, purring like a cat with cream.

The moan turned into a string of 'mmm's as his lips closed finally in attempts to dampen his throat. When he'd finally succeeded in that, all he could think to say was two words. "Bloody hell..."

Draco chuckled at that, the sound vibrating against Harry's stomach and chest, still lapping, cleaning up the last smears at that point.

"You think I'm funny...?" Harry could put a smirk in his tone when he tried, though he had no idea why he had then. So, to simply go along with it, he shifted so that he could twine his legs around and atop of Draco's calves, eyes still denying the silver ones from their shining green.

Draco smirked at that, nipping sharply at Harry's taught side once he'd finished, stretching out across him once more, nuzzling the line of his jaw, "Maybe."

Smiling, Harry slid his arms around Draco's sides, happily stretching his neck for access. I wonder if he heard me... The question was toying on his mind now, and he wasn't referring to his prince comment--as he couldn't recollect saying it.

He smiled, more than happy in that moment to tuck his head up under Harry's chin, arms draped around his waist, feeling rather like a satiated housecat at the moment.

Closing his eyes, Harry took in a deep breath, finding himself inhaling the scent of the both of them and Draco's shampoo; which smelled like---peaches? Finally calming his heart down, he smiled happily.

Draco was murmuring softly, like a sleeping child really, still curled up comfortably against Harry's chest.

Running his fingers through Draco's hair once, he kissed his forehead and found himself happily drifting off in the warm embrace.

Draco smiled, drifting off to sleep himself at that point.

Harry woke much in the same position he'd been in when he had fallen asleep. Facing Draco, curled closely against him and almost half smiling. Inhaling deeply, he remembered his thought about the peach shampoo from the night before, and it remained in his head. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the feel of the cool skin against his own burning flesh. He pushed it from his mind at the moment that he was still rather naked--as he didn't feel like moving from the comfort and safety of Draco's arms.

Draco wasn't exactly asleep, but he wasn't exactly awake anymore either, arms still looped around Harry's waist, not about to let his prize go so easily, if even at all.

Smiling softly, words were running through his mind, wondering, in a way hoping--partially--that Draco hadn't heard his comment the night prior. He wasn't sure how to answer when confronted if he'd meant he was falling in love with Draco. He didn't know...

Draco's hands stirred against the other's back a moment later, stirring himself awake as Harry snuggled closer, finding that he wanted the warmth of the other.

Pushing against the hands for a moment before reluctantly raising his face to look at the blonde. He was still in a shock at how he could see, and he thanked Draco for that--at least in his head--millions of times. A blush creeped across his cheeks this time, instead of his ears, as he rolled over, careful to keep himself covered, and laid facing the other way in embarassment. Everything seemed to be battling within him. Mind with body, mind with heart, mind with hormones. Really it was all his mind's fault. Why did it have to point out logic that he wasn't gay? Why did it have to point out that he should fight and save Ron, that Ron would hate to see him like this...that he needed to keep fighting as he always had. Why can't you just shut up?

Draco's brow furrowed slightly as Harry pulled away, arm draping around the other's waist, voice low, little more than a murmur really, "What is it?"

Swallowing in thought, he shrugged, more to cool his body off than anything. Amazingly Draco had been doing that nicely...now he'd been stupid enough to move. He wouldn't go back though--that would say that he needed Draco. He didn't. Ever. "...Nothing..."

His brow furrowed slightly further, arm still settled around Harry's waist, "Alright." He decided to leave off that line of questioning, going instead for, "Are you hungry?"

Leaning back a bit more at the arm, as if it was pulling him closer to the blonde, he nodded slightly. "A little...but I don't want to move," he admitted quietly.

He half smiled, leaning in to nuzzle the nape of Harry's neck again, "So don't, we'll eat when you're really hungry."

A tremble of sensations burrowed into his stomach before shooting to his brain and making him flop his head against the mattress helplessly. A quiet exhale slipped past his lips and he nodded shallowly. "Sounds good." He let his eyes stay closed, as his body was relaxed, and he didn't care to change that property any time soon--he'd been too tense too often.

Draco smiled at that, nuzzling the curve of his shoulder, stroking his arm gently, his own arm still looped around Harry's waist comfortably, humming faintly even.

Another hum joined Draco's as he smiled his content. Shifting his head so it fit better to the chin of the other, he found his right hand crossed over his torso to trail fingers gently back and forth across Draco's forearm. When he realized this, he slowly dropped his hand down again, battling his angels and demons.

Draco had begun to purr at the almost petting, and when Harry's hand dropped away his brow furrowed, pouting almost, but just settling down again and continuing petting Harry himself.

After a few minutes he seemed to have forgotten this at the petting he was getting, and his hand had idly moved back.

Draco's purr resumed as soon as the petting did, eyes drifting half-closed, smiling faintly as he continued his own petting.

Content and unmoving now, besides the soft trail of his fingers he let his mind wander--within boundries. Merlin...those noises are... Don't say it. Oh hell--enticing. How can a world turn upside down so fast, yet be righted again on a completely wrong angle so soon as well? Why is this so confusing...?

Draco nuzzled the other's ear, sighing in content at having his own little furnace so close, deciding he liked it more than he'd first thought.

A shuddered breath pried itself from Harry's lips with a quiet trail of 'o's, fingers becoming a bit firmer against the arm, almost holding onto him as he found himself slowly edging backwards...or Draco edging forward. Either way they were closer again.

Draco smiled at that, nibbilng and licking along the crest of Harry's ear, eyes half closed, soaking in the reactions, loving every minute.

A soft groan bitten back accompanied this ragged breath before his head tilted sideways more. The boy wasn't used to this--it seemed Draco could get him into nearly a constant state of either happiness, bliss or arousal. He wasn't used to that. Merlin, in the five...six years prior; simply within Hogwarts; he's been lucky if he'd had a full day of bliss like this---total. Nevermind a day constant...continuous heavenly states.

And Draco was fully intent on keeping him there as long as possible, longer even, if he could, nibbling the crest of his ear once more.

Biting his lip sharply as he caught himself almost uttering the blonde's name, Harry tried to will himself to move away, but instead he found himself only shifting himself closer against Draco's chest.

Draco smiled at that, more than happy to continue his ministrations against theo ther's ear, eyes half closed, purring softly

"M-merlin..." a quiet voice breathed before Harry rolled over and nuzzled his head against Draco's chest in a moment of thought, arms moving around him to idly trail his back, loving the cool skin against his. He made sure to keep his neck, or ear, accessable to the blonde though....he loved that.

Draco smiled once more, nuzzling the hollow behind Harry's ear, taking the lobe gently between his teeth and nibbling at it.

Mumbling something random against Draco's chest in content, his body fell into that relaxed state again, and the only thing he tried to made sure of, was keeping his hips far enough away from Draco...

If Draco noticed that he didn't mention it, and he was content for the moment to nibble at Harry's ear still, eyes having drifted closed completely.

Harry's breath was deep and steady, probably fluttering against Draco's skin as he was so close. His arms tightened a bit more around the other as he pressed his forehead to the chest before him.

Draco smiled at that, drawing away far enough that he could just pet the other man's hair, his own eyes half-closed, purring faintly.

Sighing, half in relief, half in pouting, he focused on steadying his heart rate again. He was relieved that Draco had stopped, because if he'd continued Harry would have--would have what? Gone insane? Kissed him? Begged him for something I don't know what? The pout seemed to take over, but he lifted his head towards the touch none the less content.

Draco smiled, catching Harry's outthrust lip between his teeth with a smirk, "Don't point that thing at me unless you intend to use it."

Gasping in surprise, the emerald eyes opened for the first time that morning really, and they immediately looked into Draco's. After hearing those words, without thinking Harry stretched his neck up and kissed Draco gently and slightly wary as to what he should do then, as that was as far as his plan had gone. He didn't think very far in advance.

Draco smiled as he returned the almost hesitant kiss, purring faintly, nuzzling his nose, fingers sliding down his sides.

Goosebumps landscaped his sides beneath the blonde's fingers, lips parting slowly after a few failed or nervous attempts to seconds prior. Fingers curling against the back he held, he didn't seem to notice or care that his hips were nearly flush against Draco's. Perhaps he simply forgot he was only clad in flesh.

Draco noticed of course, but he hardly cared, as far as he was concerned clothes weren't worth the trouble most of the time

Gasping into the kiss of the other, he almost trembled when his hips came into contact with something else, Draco's. Senses like nothing else ripped at his gut and he moved away slightly in shock, suddenly forgetting that he should be also giving a kiss, not just receiving.

Draco grinned at that, arm snaking around Harry's waist instead, drawing him close with a purr, sucking his lower lip once more.

Draco's actions hitched Harry's breath, then hauled it away for a vacation as his eyes seemed to roll back in momentary bliss, nails scratching at the blonde's back as if looking for cloth to hold onto, but obviusly finding nothing.

He rolled his shoulders up into the other's touch, eyes fluttering closed as he released Harry's lower lip to nuzzle the corner of his mouth.

Turning his head to the nuzzle as if he was a blind kitten seeking attention, he captured Draco's lip for a moment, nipping sharply before smoothing it with a swipe of his tongue and a kiss.

There was a faint sound in Draco's throat at that, breath hitching, swallowing hard after a moment, eyes fluttering closed.

Harry let a soft laugh out at this, taking it into happiness that he could at least do something in return for and to the blonde. Once the eyes were closed, Harry repeated this action, hoping it still did the same thing.

Well of course it did, both a gasp and an almost frustrated growl, leaning in to latch onto Harry's ear once more, nibbling intently, just the edges of sharp little teeth.

Almost squeeking in surprise, Harry found himself searching for something else to amuse himself with now that he couldn't reach the lips anymore. But first he had to convince his heart to beat again and his lungs to breathe.

Draco smirked at that, nibbling along the crest of Harry's ear, tongue flicking out between nips, purring softly once more.

A tiny whimpered groan pried itself from the cavity within Harry as he tilted his head, attempting to get the lips to his neck. Draco may enjoy the ear...but Harry melted at the neck.

Draco smiled slowly, somehow picking up on that and dipping his head in to nuzzle the hollow of Harry's throat, cool tongue flicking out across the skin there.

The arms that had been tight around the blonde moments ago loosened as he let his eyes close tighter, tilting his head more for access. Warm tingles traveled the nerves beneath the skin as he finally exhaled slowly.

Draco smiled at that, honestly he adored being able to cause that reaction in the other, nuzzling the line of Harry's jaw while still nibbling at the side of his throat, tongue flicking out against warm skin randomly.

Another garbled moan fell from Harry's parted lips as he fought to keep the noises hidden. Eyes flickering back and forth beneath his eyelids, his hands strayed finally to Draco's sides, as if simply trying to steady himself.

Draco finally drew away, at least a little, nuzzling the line of Harry's collarbone then, humming softly instead of purring.

Laying there, head tilted back still, eyes drawn shut and mouth open for air, he didn't move. Ears suddenly burning, he shifted against the hands that held him and his hips close to Draco.

Draco smiled, rolling over onto his back then, arms still curled around Harry's waist, eyes half closed, content with just that for the time being.

Flopping onto his front when the support moved away, Harry's hands fell from the other's side to beside himself. Finally catching his breath, he laid there for many moments, looking peaceful as ever.

Draco smiled at that, fingers trailing small looping patterns across the small of Harry's back, rather enjoying having him so utterly pliant.

Harry's face; which was buried in the mattress at the moment; made sounds that sounded like happy noises. After a minute of this, he found his nose was getting crushed and his lungs wanted fresh air, so he took a dare and shifted so that he rested his head on Draco's chest.

He smilemd at that as well, utterly relaxed himself, fingers trailing through the other's hair then, lifting it gently away from his forehead and face.

Breathing steady, one arm stretched to lay across the blonde's torso, smiling gently at the gentle tugs in his hair.

He smiled down at the brunette then, still petting his hair, "Feeling better then?"

Nodding gently, he almost wished he could purr like the other seemed to be able to. "Yes..."

He nodded, fingers sliding down Harry's spine, "Good. Glad to hear it. Hungry enough to move yet?" He smiled, "Not that I'm trying to hurry you of course."

Pondering for a moment, he finally answered. "Hungry...yes. Enough to move..." He lowered his voice, "...never."

He chuckled softly at that, lifting a hand so he could snap his fingers to summon a house elf, "We'll be taking breakfast in bed today." He stated, knowing that one would have arrived.

Blinking, Harry raised his head to look back at Draco, surprise in his eyes. He blinked again. Questions rushed to him again. Why is he treating me so nice lately...he hates me! I don't...get it...

Draco smiled once more, nuzzling the other's nose a moment before settling again, "It won't be long."

Nuzzling back a moment, Harry happily put his head back down onto Draco's upper chest, hand resting just below his chin. He felt comfortable, yet his gut kept making him afraid of this. Afraid that Draco would hurt him, let him be hurt again as he had the many days prior, yet...he was sure he wouldn't. Clenching his eyes shut in confusion, Harry pulled the edge of the blanket further up his waist.

Draco's brow furrowed just slightly at that, resuming his petting of Harry's side, just the gentlest brushes of fingertips, humming faintly in the back of his throat.

Parts of him wanted to give in, erase his memory somehow of everything except the happiness with Draco and just let it all be, live in bliss that he'd never felt until now. To let the blonde do everything that made everything tingle within him, his hair stand on end. The rest of him was screaming to shut up and run. Get away. To wake up from this nightmare...dream?

Draco's head tilted, brow still furrowed slightly as his fingers caressed Harry's side still, pressing gently before lifting away, another gentle press, and then the pressure was gone

A quiet sound echoed in his chest before he relaxed onto the other, brushing his thoughts away with a sweep of his hand across his forehead with a sigh. Why did he feel so guilty about enjoying this?

He tilted his head further at the sigh, fingers trailing through the other's hair then, just petting as one would do to soothe an upset animal.

Closing his eyes again, he tried to ignore the petting. He was having a lot of difficulty around Draco. It seemed the blonde's goal was to either have him constantly aroused, or there was something wrong with Harry that he couldn't help but ache and crave the attention now that made him aroused. Was this what Draco's life was? Arousal. Period? Swallowing nervously, he shifted just barely again, moving his hips slightly away, hoping that Draco hadn't noticed...that.

Well, considering that he was half-Veela, yes, that was pretty much a constant state for him, and he wanted his potential lovers to be the same. He smiled at the shift of Harry's hips, even if he didn't know for sure, that was really a dead give away.

Not finding this comfortable, Harry rolled over, carefully keeping his waist and lower covered, and rested his head on Draco's shoulder then, so his back was against the other, instead of other heated areas.

And that was even more of a tattle. Draco smiled, arm looping around Harry's waist, stroking at his stomach then, mostly just because he could, feeling snarkish.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea... His breath caught in his throat as he suddenly realized that the blonde's hand was torturously close. Swallowing his heart back into his chest, he bit his lip, trying to ignore the consistant pounding in his ears.

Draco of course was being a tease on purpose at that point, just because he could. In fact, he rather enjoyed it.

A soft whimper escaped his throat as the hand slipped lower once to his naval, then back to where it was. Biting his lip in hopes to pretend that wasn't him, he shifted backwards against the other, resting his head higher on Draco's shoulder.

Draco chuckled warmly against the nape of Harry's neck. Even with the movement, his hand stayed working the loop that it had been before.

Clenching his teeth together, he whimpered again. Finding a tiny portion of his voice he whispered quieter than he thought possible, "...tease..."

He smiled against the nape of Harry's neck then, nibbling gently, "Am I now? You're the one who was trying to get away."

A gasp just as quiet as the words fell from his lips before he swallowed. "I...w-was n-n...ot..." he choked out between pauses due to the nips on the tender, sensitive flesh.

He chuckled once more, lapping at each of the spots he'd nibbled, "Oh, of course you weren't."

A soft whine of happiness left him as he melted into the other's hold, extending his neck for him again.

He smiled at that, nibbling that arched throat gently, almost purring really as he continued, though the movement rather put a damper on the actual purring.

His next sound got caught in his throat, built up then released itself with a groan louder than Harry would have wished. A shakey arm rose to loop over his head behind Draco's and his fingers curled with a groan along Draco's neck.

He smiled at that, shifting slightly to tilt Harry's head back against his shoulder so that the other man's hand was drawing him down into a kiss.

Not hesitating, Harry arched his neck and head up at the pull and almost desperately meshed his lips with the blonde's despite him being upside down and each others' noses on the others' chin. He parted his lips, trying to bite at Draco's upper lip.

Draco chuckled softly at that, drawing away from the kiss at that, only to lean in again and sink into a deeper one.

Harry whimpered, but he jumped when it was cut off with a firmer one that seemed to completely draw is breath away. He tried to lean into it, but he neck was arched strongly already.

Which had rather been the point really, to leave him completely breathless, just wanting more. That was the idea, which wasn't to say it would work, though it seemed to be so far.

Chest rising more quickly in attempts to draw air through is nose, the hand behind Draco's neck still held him tight, not caring whether his mind was spinning in either euphoria or lack of oxygen. His back arced in hopes to make up fr the angle his neck couldn't reach.

Draco finally let him up to breathe, still smiling faintly, nuzzling at his nose, "Good?" He asked, though he knew what the answer would be.

With a quiet whimper Harry's lips tried to follow the blonde's as the heat left his, but he flopped back down with a breath when he couldn't reach any further. "M-merlin..." he breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.

He smiled, stroking his fingers down the center of harry's chest slowly, gently, barely moving really, smiling the whole time.

Taking a deep breath, his chest rose up to it slowly, craving the couch as he tilted his head back. "Bloody h-hell you're no tease..." He parted his eyes to look at Draco, a strangled laugh combined with a quiet moan escaping as he saw the look on his face.

Draco tutted then, drawing away completely, smiling, "Breakfast Harry." And so it was, the houself had delivered it and then scampered away again when she realized what was going on

Groaning in protest to Draco's movements, he laid for a moment before finally sitting up slowly, adjusting his collar so the tag was on the front not tapping against his shoulder as it had been. He'd gotten used to it, sadly, and even begun to enjoy the feel of the cool metal tapping against his throat. Sitting up, Harry crossed his legs and pulled the covers to his waist and tucked them around behind him, and folded his hands on his lap nervously. Ears red, he'd just wondered how clad Draco was.

Still just his pyjamma pants, smiling as he set the tray between them, smirking faintly as he lifted one of the strawberries, brow arched as he held it to Harry's lips

Blushing deeper, Harry parted his lips and leaned forward gently, tongue snaking out to capture the edge of the berry before pulling it in up to Draco's fingers and carefully biting the stem off, shyly keeping his eyes in the vicinity of his prince's silver ones.

Draco smiled at that, setting the stem back on the plate and licking at his own fingers, head tilted slightly, "Good?"

Prying his eyes from Draco's down to the plate, he tried to stop blushing as he nodded. "Yes."

He smiled, plucking up another one, dusted with cocoa powder, brow arched once more as he held it out.

Blinking a second, he leaned towards Draco and delicately plucked it from his fingers again as his stomach growled quietly. He was less hesitant, but less careful as well. He missed the berry initially--he was lost in Draco's eyes for a moment--before the berry hit his nose leaving stickiness and powder all over.

Draco chuckled softly at that, re-aiming it before dipping in to lick the cocoa powder from Harry's nose

Twitching his nose and going cross-eyed to see what the blonde was doing, he almost fell backwards out of lack of co-ordination. He tried to re-gain himself and catch the lips in a kiss, if even a brush of one. His head was swarming in fluctuating euphoria, and it was all new and exhilerating to him.

Draco smiled, dipping a soft kiss in to meet the other's lips before drawing away, smiling as he picked up a small triangle of toast with apricot preserves.

Whether it came near him or not, Harry leaned towards Draco and stole a bite of it, eyes glinting mischeviously.

He smiled, licking a smear of preserve from his thumb before picking up another small triangle of toast, brow arching as he held it up for the other man.

Harry's eyes glinted as he bit the piece out of the blonde's fingers again, his stomach slowly getting happier with him.

Draco decided that this was absolutely the best way to have breakfast, now holding up a raspberry; this dusted with powdered sugar.

Happily reaching for this, Harry wondered if he could tease Draco back. His tongue snaked out to slide under it and pull it into his mouth, hesitantly curling his lips over Draco's fingers as well before biting and releasing the fingers.

Draco swallowed hard, the sound almost audible, he hadn't expected Harry to catch on quite that quickly.

Harry seemed to smirk at this, swallowing the berry before nipping at Draco's fingers still caught in his lips.

He made a faintly throaty sound then, swallowing hard, voice gone rough around the edges, "Who's the tease now?"

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Responses to Reviews on this Chapter

sbkar
"Another groggled moan fell from Harry's parted lips"

I'm really hoping you meant "garbled"?? or "groggy"??

Definitions of garbled on the Web:

* Corrupted data.
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* Garbling was the prohibited practice of mixing rubbish with the cargo. A distorted, mixed up message was said to be garbled.
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* garbling was the (illegal) practice or mixing cargo with garbage.
www.indopedia.org/Glossary_of_nautical_terms.html

* confused: lacking orderly continuity; "a confused set of instructions"; "a confused dream about the end of the world";
"disconnected fragments of a story"; "scattered thoughts"
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Definitions of groggy on the Web:

* having consumed a lot of grog.
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* dazed: stunned or confused and slow to react (as from blows or drunkenness or exhaustion)
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No definitions were found for groggled.

Thank you a lot! I should've caught that one--it was supposed to be garbled. >_< I changed it--thank you very much. ^_^

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ura
I am so glad that Snape did not get his hands on Harry. Old fart.

Harry and Draco are yummy together.

Glad you think that. I think. *ponders* lol. ^_^ Especially for being yummy together--they are. ^_^

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nextvictim
lisa_ps247@yahoo.com
this is a great story... how far away from this is the end?

End? I see no end anytime soon. ^_^ Possibly a sequal break...but I hate sequels generally. Strongly dislike them anyway--not hate. ^_^ Hope that isn't a problem. This might be an ever going story...as we both seem to enjoy creating a 'life' story from it. So, Can't say when it'll end. ^_^

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sethian
lunasis8@hotmail.com
Very nice story, I enjoy reading it very much !!
One little thing, please don't take it as a complaint but as a constructive comment, be careful with the ''Draco smiled/grinned/smirked at that'' sentence. You're repeating it too often.
Once again, I Love your story a lot and I can't wait to see what's next. ^.^

I completely agree with you on that one...however I hate to say it's probably not going to change. ^^; In the RP, another girl does Draco's char, and I mentioned to her about that a couple times, but that's alright. It's her style. Maybe I'll try to change it a bit when I post it from now on. *hopes she remembers*

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Rayline_
emerald_sapphire_55@yahoo.com
Hmm, I do like this story but I'm about to smack Draco if he doesn't get on with it and 'take Harry' Ahh always was an impatient one I was... Anyways, Question, what exactly is Draco in this story? Veela, Vampire, just plain weird mix of creatures... I'm starting to think he's just one of a kind o.O And I wanna know what he really is!! >.

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