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Cracking the Gold	By : Krazy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 36477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a long needed rest, curled against Draco, or blankets--whichever proved to be closer--and Harry slept for nearly a full day. The rings under his eyes which made him look much older than he should have slowly disappeared as the time went on. He shifted randomly in his sleep, trying to ward off the occasional random dream, then settled shortly after.

Draco didn't sleep much, if even at all, though he did rest, he rested a long while, arm still looped around Harry's waist, stroking against the small of his back whenever the other man stirred with a dream.

This did seem to help nearly every time, and it also helped in having Harry edge himself closer each time. It was nearly dusk when Harry woke, having been asleep since noon the previous day. First he yawned, then curled his arms tighter around Draco as he stretched his legs out firmly below him then shivered at the cool air and finally opened his eyes.

Draco smiled, kissing Harry's forehead gently, "Morning sleeping beauty. Feeling better?" It would seem that he hadn't moved from Harry's side the entire time, and in fact, he probably hadn't.

Ears tinging a pale pink, he nodded slightly, yawning one last time before sitting up rather abruptly. He needed to move, to do something, anything really. But first---he needed food.

Draco smiled once more, stretching as well, rising slowly and stretching again, "Hungry?" He finally asked, since he was quite so himself.

Ruffled hair nodded, and amazingly seemed to have one of two looks about it; as always. It was either 'Look at me! I just had sex!' or 'Look at me! I *need* sex!'--which Dean always found hilarious as Harry was...or had been, a virgin.

"Very." He felt bad for not acknowledging the other's hunger that he must have had by then, but the pain from the bite to his back within the nightmare scared him.

However, something else that scared him was how he felt more winded and dizzy than usual just from standing and searching for clothes to cover him. What was wrong with him?

Draco smiled slightly, handing over a robe that was probably cashmere, "C'mon, no sense putting clothes on before you've eaten."

Honestly, Harry didn't mind that comment. He smiled and took the robe, surprisingly only tying it loosely--just enough to keep it closed. Enjoying the softness, he waited for Draco as it seemed their eating locations changed once in a while.

Draco had shrugged into his own robe, "Where would you like breakfast Harry? At the table or out on the veranda?"

Harry figured it might be a bit chilly to eat outside, so he didn't mind the table then. "Inside would be best I think right now." His words were a bit slower as he tried to regain his normal paced breathing. This was all confusing him, and his mind was poking at dizzy spells. To confirm a thought he had, he slipped into step witht he blonde and quickly rested a hand over his heart, then onto his own. They...they match--almost. Taken slightly aback from this, he made a mental note to eat reasonably quickly, so as neither of them would faint. Also, he hoped his fear of the pain would be done or overridden by being stuffed full.

Draco smiled again at that, nodding as he started down the hall, "No doubt the houselves have prepared something lavish to make up for the meals we've missed." And so they had, it was mostly breakfast foods, though there were great huge desserts on the table as well.

Harry's stomach seemed to make an attempt to lurch out of his stomach at the sight of food. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was. He slid into a chair and began to pile biscuits and fried potato bits and other smoking warm food onto his plate. Mostly, he wanted to devour the desserts.

Draco smiled as he served himself a small portion of sausage, biscut and gravy, always good to have real food first, then dessert, no matter what meal it was.

Harry was good though, he did have a reasonable sized--possibly more than such--meal before happily scooping up a cheesecake he had eyes upon entering the room.

Draco chuckled at that, settling on chocolate cherry topped angelfood cake himself, nibbling at it slowly

Harry seemed to eye the cherry just about as quickly. He plucked it from the cake and sucked on it with almost a cheeky grin before plucking the stem free.

Draco chuckled at that, shaking his head as he continued nibbling, almost purring in contentment at his dessert

To Harry's amusement and happiness, nearly all the desserts (at least around his seat) were cheesecakes. He felt like drooling. Chocolate raspberry, strawberry, cherry....lemon--it went on and on. His plate seemed to keep filling up everytime he finished a piece.

Draco smirked at that, it hadn't taken the houselves long to figure out what he liked.

At the rate Harry was shovelling food onto his plate, and the rate it was disappearing, he wasn't hungry for long. The only pauses seemed to be reaching for more dessert (okay he occasionally threw in the random dessert that didn't contain cheesecake, though a few of those choices were by mistake) or when he seemed to be trying to steady a spinning head. After the third or fourth pause for the latter, Harry's eyes turned to Draco slightly confused.

Draco had just been watching this, brow arching slowly higher as Harry continued to pack away the sweets, "Something the matter pet?" He asked at the confused look.

Harry swallowed and slowly put his hand to his heart. Was this what Draco had meant by knowing when he needed to feed...? Or was he just ill? "I..." He wasn't sure what to say. He was dizzy just slightly, felt almost faint in an unusual way.

"You're...hungry...?" it was a statement in a question, depending on whether he was right or not. If he wasn't, it was a question, if he was, it was a statement.

Well there was no sense denying it. He nodded once, having finished his cake, "Yes." He wasn't about to press the issue either however.

"Is that...what this is?" He sat back, amused by Draco's constantly maticulous behaviour. "Is this what you feel...?" he gestured barely at himself, indicating his light headed-ness and short of breath.

His brow furrowed slightly, only then realizing what Harry was talking about, "Only when it's bad."

"Will it be like this all the time...or just the--er--first few times I notice it?" His ears grew red, but he prided himself in not looking away in embarassment.

Draco shrugged, "It should only be the first few times. Perhaps just this once, now that you know what it is." And another shrug, just slight, "Though I don't know, as I've never had someone bound to me so completely."

Still slightly embarassed, Harry was unsure what to do now. "So, I guess you-- Should I...." He bit his lip.

Draco smiled again, unfolding from his seat, "To the sitting room then. Probably the best place for this." He arched a brow then, still smiling faintly, "Unless you've somewhere else in mind?"

Mentioning the room might be a bit obvious, no? Yea, it would... Swallowing, Harry hesitantly swallowed the words and shook his head. He'd have to learn some way to ignore ever constant effect Draco seemed to have on him, as it was beginning to get overly embarassing and more and more frequently painful.

And it wasn't as if Draco were trying to keep Harry constantly aroused. At least, not anymore. Though he could have, if he'd wanted to. He nodded once, offering the other man his arm, "To the sitting room it is then."

Harry nearly giggled at the offer. It seemed like they were dati-- Blinking, he pushed that from his mind. First of all, even if my some miracle that were true, no was in hell he'd be the lady.

But he took it anyway for the time being and followed as manly like as he could. Willing the robes to stay tied and closed. It also helped as a balancer as he wasn't used to this semi-state of dizziness where he was groggy, but felt like fainting. He either fainted, or he didn't. No middles.

Draco knew the feeling well, which was why he'd offered Harry his arm. At least with Harry the feeling wouldn't spiral out of control and end up with him going after anything that had a heartbeat. The fire flickered to life in the grate as it was prone to do when people entered the room, Draco smiled at it, guiding Harry to the fainting couch, comfortable enough for two, especially for something like this.

Harry sat cautiously, welcoming the warmth of the flames on what exposed skin he had, and looked at Draco. An old muggle movie scene came to his head--he's unsure which movie--and it made him think for a moment before hesitantly speaking.

"Can you...Can you only fe--" Harry disccovered he didn't like the word feed. "--bite necks...or are there other places you can as well?" He remembered the scene had the vampire (horrible representation he now thought; Draco was much prettier than those things) drunk from someone's wrist.

Blushing momentarily before his hair covered his ears again, he slightly lifted his wrist and looked at his other hand fidgeting in his lap. "I--I'd like to watch. See how you react..." The robe ties were tangled around his fingers.

He smiled faintly at that, fingers of one hand curling against Harry's arm gently, the other tracing looping patterns across the almost transluscent skin at the inside of it, "I can drink from anywhere there's a vein Harry. Anywhere at all really, just easier on veins."

He arched a brow just slightly at the nervous final statement, fingers stroking along Harry's palm as well, back and forth from the inside of his wrist to his palm and back again, just the lightest touch.

Harry seemed to relax at this. Perhaps this could be interesting over time to discover what different area's felt like. Leaning back against the couch and tilting his head so he could see the blonde better, he couldn't help but let his eyes trail the delicate lines of his face before settling on his eyes. How did I not see those eyes before....

Draco smiled once more at that, still petting, finally lifting Harry's arm to his lips, tongue tracing the line of the vein there, thudding away almost delicately beneath the skin. His fingers had curled against the middle of Harry's forearm and his hand to keep his arm in place. Not that he thought Harry would try to get away of course, it was merely a precaution.

It was a moment later that he bit down, eyes fluttering closed at that initial rush, just letting Harry's heart do all the work, not drawing at the wound quite yet.

Harry's eyes nearly rolled into his head, but he fought to keep his gaze on the other even as the rush overcame him. At least he had been able to prepare himself more accurately for the exact punture moment. He only moved slightly when he watched the fangs dig into flesh. Flesh, he had to remind himself, that was his.

Trying to steady his now racing heart, he took deep breaths, focusing on the lines around Draco's lips, his eyes. Watching his throat as he drank, concentrating on the grip he was held in. He had to say, this was more arousing than the neck had been. This was a bad idea in his attempts to hide and kill his arousal.

There weren't many more nerve endings in the wrist than in the throat, they were just closer together, as the space was smaller. So of course feeding from there would be more tactile.

Draco was purring faintly as he fed, just as careful and meticulous with this as with food. Though that should hardly come as any great surprise.

His hand, which had been curled into a fist, slowly released the hold on nothing as Harry let out a low, rugged breath of air he'd been holding. His head sagged forward lightly as it seemed to dislike laying on the couch for the time being, and his eyes; half closed now; were darting back and forth between Draco's lips, his eyes, to the back of his own eyelids. His mouth managed to find a way open and an attempt to hide a moan failed.

The sound caused Draco to draw at the wound more intently then, he'd almost had his fill however, and would have to stop himself soon so he didn't take too much. He always felt sluggish when he'd taken too much.

Finally he drew away, lapping at the wound to let it seal, nuzzling it a moment later before drawing away completely.

Finally letting the rest of the breath he'd been holding out, Harry didn't move, arm still raised, eyes half-lidded and glazed in awe as he stared at the now closed wound. Now he understood why he could never feel the bite wounds. He was still having trouble hiding his arousal, and he'd been trying to hide shy glances at Draco for the past day or so to see if he was as constantly aroused as he was--or whether Harry was just some sex addict.

It was a little of both really. Though it wasn't just sex Harry should be addicted to, but Draco himself, what with the Veela blood in his veins it was no wonder that he was addicting. He smiled as he nuzzled Harry's throat a moment before sitting back, running a hand through the other man's hair, "Better?"

Not out of exhaust, but more that he wanted to--and he thought maybe a distraction from his own daringly parted robe--Harry leaned over onto Draco, settling against him as he seemed to still stare at his arm, as if he'd just seen Vernon perform magic.

Draco tilted his head then, brow arching further, fingers still trailing through the others' hair, "What's the matter now Harry?"

"Mmm..." Harry muttered before getting the real words out. "Nothing." Smiling, he let his eyes drift closed finally after shifting his robes closed. He wanted to remember the details of Draco's face when he was in that state; he had seemed so happy. The slightest lines at the corner of his eyes were hidden by short strands of hair falling into his face almost like a veil. The gentle, yet holding grip he had on his arm; the fact that any muggle that might have stumbled upon them wo uld have no idea what they were doing as Draco never let a drop slip free. Nor did he allow any of the crimson color to linger on his lips when he pulled free.

Well of course not, that was just foolishness and led to getting caught. Not something he wanted at all, in muggle circles or wizarding ones. He nibbled at Harry's lower lip again, just because he could, before he settled back, drawing the other man's head down to his own shoulder, petting gently.

With a gentle sigh, Harry settled in against Draco, eyes closed, but also practically squinting in happiness and content. As Draco pulled away, he let out a whimper, not caring then if it was heard, and coiled his arm up and around the blonde's neck to draw him back down for a more lengthy kiss. Arching his neck to firm it, his fingers were quickly curled into the strands of hair at the base of the other's neck.

Draco arched a brow slightly. Harry, had just initiated a kiss. He smiled into it, purring faintly as his own fingers curled through the other man's hair, petting gently and cupping the back of his head, holding him close.

After losing his mind for nearly half a minute in the embrace, Harry brought his other hand up to fold ontop of Draco's. Wondering if Draco was telepathic, he figured then would be the best time to try; just after a drink.

Closing his eyes more firmly, the brunette invisioned that tantalizing room; the items he could remember on the shelves, the beams in the ceiling, the cold tiled floors. Wondering if this would make sense if Draco could see it, or sense it, he worked on; embarassingly; placing himself into the picture, back facing his view (so he didn't have to picture face or...other) and tried to imagine anything alongside him from the shelves that might indicate his curiosity for the other...things--instruments he supposed.

Draco's brow furrowed just slightly, it wasn't as clear as Harry invisioned it of course, but nothing ever was. He smiled slightly as he drew away, leaving a gentle kiss against the wing of Harry's nose, "Curious are you?"

An almost warm chuckle, brow arching, "Are you sure you're up to another visit Harry?"

Swalloowing nervously, but smiling almost triumphantly, Harry's eyes eventually met with his. Biting his lip nervously--and as seductively as he could--the brunette nodded, amazingly not blushing this time.

Draco nodded slowly, unfolding and offering Harry his hand once more, "Come along then. We'll make the most of it."

Maybe this would prove his silly nightmare done with. He knew it was a dream, and he'd already managed to poke the bubble that was telling him Draco's bites would hurt now. Maybe he just really trusted Draco that much and he didn't know it. Maybe he--- Harry cut his own thoughts off violently as he took Draco's hand, happiness falling slightly as the blonde's words hit him again. "Not so soon after--" He wanted to hate those words.

Draco led him off to the playroom, smiling faintly still, he was glad really, that Harry was proving so resillient, since that just made teaching him all the more entertaining. He tilted his head once they'd entered, "How do you want to go about it today Harry? Did you have anything in particular in mind?"

I want you to do what you desire.... Ears red, Harry looked at the ground gently, unsure of whether that would be heard. He hoped not, as he didn't want to seem weak to have to think what he wanted...but he was afraid to voice the words as well.

Draco's head tilted, eyeing Harry still, then he smiled nodding, he hadn't heard the words exactly, but he could guess at the direction of the thoughts, "Come here then. Going to try something new."

Bowing his head in a nod, Harry's steps shuffled forward, pulling the robes tightly around him (pointless he knew) in a last attempt to gain warmth to his skin before whatever was to come. He raised his eyes to Draco's in soft wonder of what he wanted...what he desired from him.

Draco smiled once more, letting him keep the robe for now, wandering to one of the further shelves, returning with a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, a short length of chain between them, "Give me your arms."

Blinking at the frilly-ness of this; compared to his previous restraints; Harry almost giggled at it. None the less, he held out his wrists, daring a 'cuff and sex me up, stranger!' look. As if he were drunk, hitting on the cop, and not staring at fuzzies.

Draco chuckled, just softly as he fastened them into place, perhaps a bit tighter than was strictly needed, but that was the point of the lining, so that they didn't chafe as plain leather would.

A matching pair had appeared at the floor and Draco grinned outright as he slid himself down Harry's side to fasten those as well, keeping the other man's legs together for the time being.

Head tilting back slightly with a inaudible exhale, the boy tried not to fall over at the loss of leg movement. His clasped hands reached for Draco's shoulder a moment to steady himself, then gripped his shirt a moment later. He had his balance now, yes; so this was purely for grip so Harry could drag the blonde to his level and kiss him.

However, he missed.

Damn chin getting in the way.

He smiled at that, just slightly, "I've no intention of letting you fall Harry." He lifted the other's arms above his head, an almost cobweb strand of silver drifting down from the ceiling to loop around the length of chain between his wrists, pulling him taught.

With a smile at that, Harry hoped that the blonde had meant it in more way than one. He remembered; now; asking Draco if he'd always be there to catch him. He trusted that he would, despite hearing the positive answer.

"I know." Back straight, head high; for once; Harry's eyes followed the man's every move. He was beginning to make a habit out of memorizing the lines and weaves of the body he'd wanted nothing to do with months prior.

Draco was still smiling, fingers flicking to lift the strand just a bit higher, Harry's weight fully resting on the chains that held him, not enough to do any real damage. He unlooped the belt from the dressing gown, using it as an impromptu blindfold, "Can you see anything Harry?"

A shiver of excitement fell through him as his vision disappeared. He partially hoped the robe was still covering him so his twitch of anticipation wasn't noticed. "No." At that moment, Harry noticed that the robes had managed to disappear as well.

Swallowing, Harry pulled at the thread holding him up, testing it and how far he was, practically, hanging from the ceiling. His toes could reach the floor; yes; but it wasn't quite enough to put any weight on them, and this feeling was---much different. Draco could merely push him and he'd probably sway at his mercy, literally unable to gain his footing. The thick, fuzzy cuffs were a blessing now, as it wasn't hurting his wrists. Numb slightly---yes. But not hurting.

Draco debated a moment before anchoring the ones around his ankles as well, nodding when he'd finished, fingers brushing against the dip of Harry's stomach before padding off among the shelves again, collecting a few things.

For a moment, he was afraid that Draco was going to do just that-spin him helplessly around. His chest muscles tightened. Rapidly relaxing when he was anchored to one spot, Harry tried to pick out where Draco was headed---not that it really mattered as he had no idea what was on what shelf. Of what any of it was even. He hoped to change that eventually, to predict the man's moves.

Given enough time he'd be able to figure out what direction he'd gone at least, and perhaps to what shelf, but without knowing what was on any of them, that didn't do him much good.

Draco returned not long after, fingers trailing down Harry's spine gently, setting what sounded like three things on the worktable that seemed ever-present.

Once again, he'd lost track of where his prince was, and he jumped sightly as the fingers hit his skin, but his head quickly tilted back, as if trying to lay on the other's shoulder he knew wasn't there. Smiling slightly, he turned his head in a curious way to where he'd heard the table, then turned it again, trying to locate the other once again.

Draco continued to stroke his fingers along Harry's spine, his smile almost palpable, "We'll be playing with sensations Harry. More fun when you can't see what's coming."

Nodding, he silently agreed and tried to shift his weight, but found it amusing that it seemed as if he was being suspended in air by nothing at all. Floating...or flying he supposed.

Draco smiled further, stepping away from Harry to retreive the first of the toys, a small spurred wheel, like a miniature pizza cutter, just with little claws. They were generally used in muggle hospitals to test the reflexes, but they were far more entertaining for things like this. He rolled it slowly down the inside of Harry's arm, from the edge of the cuff down past his elbow and around down his shoulder.

Shivering, Harry remembered the feel of this one. Ducking his head forward, or backwards depending on where it traveled, goosebumps lined behind the trail of the instrument. He smiled; it tickled a bit, but it still felt almost massaging in a light kind of way.

Draco grinned outright, easing it slowly down the length of Harry's spine and then around over the curve of his hip, pausing there before easing up the center of his abdomen.

Here, his head tilted backwards, searching for that shoulder to rest on, the chest to lean back on casually. However, he'd have to urge Draco against him as he couldn't move back to find him. The firm lines of his abs trembled without his consent as his head came back forward in a slight shiver and attempted to look down at what Draco was doing--until he remembered he couldn't. Then his head just hung where it would.

Draco smiled once again, nodding slowly as he lifted the wheel away once more, "Very good." Next was the very tip of a feather, probably peacock, since it was tickly and almost tendriled as well, though that shouldn't really have been a surprise, what else would Draco use for such a task?

Harry squirmed at this. Apparently he was the taddest bit ticklish. He bit his lip to keep from laughing, cheeks puffing into a smile none the less. His shoulders wriggled closer to his ears as his head shifted back and forth in attempts to wriggle free from the shivering tickles traveling along him.

Draco arched a brow then, grinning and deciding to take advantage of this situation, the feather tickling down the center of Harry's abdomen, just barely brushing against the line of his cock.

His hips twitched and tried to sway to the sides out of the line of touch, but hit feet being anchored down, well, minimized that opportunity. Biting his lip harder, he accidentily let a small laugh out, then clamped onto his lip again. His face fell forward as he tried not to burst out giggling like he never wanted to admit he could. His shoulders shivered and his whole body followed.

Draco purred at that, leaning close, voice a breath against Harry's ear, "What is it pet? Something the matter?" He'd said 'pet' again, though this time it was almost an endearment.

Swallowing, his mouth dropped open in a forced chuckle instead of a giggle. "I-it tickles!!!" he burst out. He had never been tickled before, save for Ron at times, but he had usually given up at the first sign of struggle at anything. So Harry didn't know that tickling could be--well--this annoying after a while.

Draco laughed, lifting the feather away, "As it's designed to Harry." He moved away once more, debating a moment, finally murmuring a soft incantation, the tip of his wand sliding down Harry's spine again, icewater cold.

This made a sharp gasp emit from him as well as a violent shiver run through him and made him try to get away from it by arching his back, but was unble to strain away. The cold seemed to seep through his body and chill everything within him...and without. His ears tingled but they felt frost bitten with the cold mixing with the warm. He wanted to question, yet it was also enticing to have no idea what was being used on him.

Honestly it was a minor charm intended to refresh cold drinks, using a wand as a stirrer. Draco had discovered that it worked better than actual ice, because it didn't melt and leave puddles.

The cold spot was resting against the curve of Harry's hip at the moment, watching goosebumps rise

Harry's eyes were wide, though he couldn't tell anything was different. His hips shivered and trembled at the frozen spot burning into his skin. Jaw actually trembling, a slight whimper escaped him as his whole body shivered with goosebumps and...other obvious signs of chill.

Draco nodded, lifting it away and dipping to press a kiss to the spot. Not that he was really -warm- but he was warmer than the cold at least.

The sudden sensation switching sent a tremble up his spine, but he relaxed, not trembling nearly as much. He was confused as to why he didn't feel and damp water on that spot. But, it had to have been ice, as nothing else he knew of was really that cold...without condensation of some sort.

Draco smiled, leaving a trail of kisses up Harry's side, smirking the whole way, his breath was warm against the other man's skin at least, but that was all.

Harry's head fell sideways against his arms as his fingers looped around the thin thread holding him up. Shortly thereafter, his head fell in hopes of possibly bumping against Draco's and stealing a kiss. He only hit air. His mouth was open anyway, breathing softly at the sensations of tingling, tickling and warmth.

Draco smiled, taking pity on him, for the moment at least, and brushing a fleeting kiss across his jaw, almost purring again, whatever part of him was Veela deciding that this was a good gme, and they should play it more often

Groaning outwardly at that, he made sure the sound told Draco how much of a tease he was being--like he didn't already know. His heart was beginning to pound, and he felt dizzy with happiness.

Draco purred again at that particular sound, fingers sliding up Harry's side, pausing before trailing along the line of his jaw, just mapping features.

His mind was trying to memorize the intoxicating touch and smell of the other. If he couldn't see, he wanted full use of everything else. His touch was light, teasing yet with a firmness that assured Harry nothing would happen, and that he could let loose and give in to Draco. It wasn't smooth, but not rough either, simply firm. Harry tried to lean into the touch, desire creeping over him.

The previously faint smell of the other was now clearer as he got closer. He could smell...cheesecake? Perhaps this was his imagination, but it did seem like some sort of a sweet...then again, the blonde was an entirely different kind of treat.

It was vanilla really, and maybe a bit of cinnamon, but that was all. Draco smiled, dipping for another kiss, this one against the corner of Harry's mouth, drawing away before the other man could respond, smiling again.

Looking like much of an idiot trying to lean forward and kiss something that was no longer there...it left his lips practically pulsing and his head bobbing to find him. With a muttered 'damn...' he fall back into his hovered position lazily.

Draco smiled once more at that, shaking his head as he leaned in to nibble Harry's shoulder, circling him slowly, trailing the next toy along behind him. It was cool and sewing-needle sharp, just tracing a hairline scratch around Harry's waist.

Rolling his head to rest against his arms, he exhaled slowly, his torso quivering at the faint sting. By now, he trusted Draco enough to not give into to his thoughts that were telling him that it was a fine knife that was being used to slice him in half. His fingers curled around the thread above him once again as he tried to follow Draco with his...well, face.

It wasn't a knife at all really, it was the stem of a hammered metal flower, the whole thing was beautifully worked, and also dangerously spiked if held wrong.

Letting his head fall down so his chin rested on hiis chest, he tried to mentally follow the other, tried seeing if that...vanilla like smell changed depending where he was in relation to himself. It didn't work to well. And it only really made him want the other's touch more, as he'd memorized it at the same time.

That pinprick point slid up the center of Harry's torso before he turned it around, an almost comb of needlepoints, just brushing agaisnt Harry's skin, enough to leave nerve-endings tingling.

Biting back a small gasp at this, his neck tensed and made as if to lift his head up, but it didn't. His chest pressed out forward a bit as if wanting more, but afraid that it would sting, hurt. It drove him insane how Draco could always stay so quiet too...it made Harry feel like he was in a room--alone--and...that was...oddly wrong. Floating objects pleasuring him as he stood stark naked alone in a room--didn't appeal to him. He wasn't a fan of non-human looking things.

Draco purred softly at the gasp, fingers soothing across the faint marks left then, "So pretty." Though whether he was referring to the marks themselves, or Harry in general was unclear.

Merlin, he'd been completely off track again on where he was. That annoyed him. But the fingers against his heated skin were cool and made him forget nearly instantly. "Quit...talking...about yourself..." he rasped out in the direction of the blonde, almost smirking.

Draco chuckled at that, fingers pausing to tweak one of Harry's nipples, just lightly, a tease. "Oh, fine, if that's how you want it."

Jumping slightly at the unexpectedness of this, he turned to the general direction once again. "Teaser," he muttered as he stuck his tongue out childishly. He half hoped it'd be captured by lips...it was almost hair ripping to not be able to do anything back to the man, to not even kiss him and be completely and utterly out of control.

Draco chuckled at that, catching Harry's tongue between thumb and forefinger, "Don't point that at me unless you intend to use it." His voice was little more than a murmur.

"Han hif hi who?" he muttered, though the words were supposed to be 'and if I do?' but he smirked none the less. Aside from his tongue being trapped is all. Merlin his voice was sexy when he wanted it to be... Harry was sure that if he was ever angry at Draco, he could simply pet his hair, maybe neck too, and whisper jibberish in that tone, and he'd be mush.

Draco chuckled softly at that, releasing Harry's tongue as he did so, "What was that Harry? I don't speak Ubi-Dubi."

Lapping at nothing for a moment as if he had a hairball, Harry spoke again, "I said...and if I do?" Then he wondered if he had sent his thoughts over, accidentally as he had no idea how to control it, and added, "and...I think you have the sexiest voice, though not that one, the last one," he joked, sticking his tongue out again only quick enough to show it then it was back in it's little cave.

Draco chuckled softly once more, fingers petting against Harry's side as he leaned in to purr against his ear, "This one you mean?"

Harry hummed, smiling. "Yes, that one." He turned his head, trying desperately to find the seductive lips to he could taste them again, his sides trembling at the cool touches against his heated skin. He tried twisting from the touch at one point as well as it almost tickled.

Draco smiled once more at Harry's writhing, nuzzling the line of his jaw and down the side of his throat, almost purring still as his fingers slipped down to rest against the other man's hip

Harry let the other's name brush past his lips loosely as he groaned at the lack of being able to kiss him. He felt like he was rolling and rolling down a hill and he couldn't be stopped but he still had control. Yet, he had been told he wasn't allowed to reach the next hill, but he knew he'd have enough momentum the roll over the top by now. He almost whimpered.

Draco chuckled softly at that as he drew away, fingers still caressing the other's hip, purring faintly as he circled Harry once more, though he kept his hand at the other's hip, winding up with both arms curled around him comfortably.

Harry's head tilted back against the other, leaning to inhale the sweet-like smell again. Smiling, he kissed the smooth skin of Draco's neck gently, humming. "Please Draco...please...I want you," he whimpered quietly to his ear. "I'll beg if you want me to...just...please."

Draco's breath caught at that, purring faintly again as he left a fleeting kiss against the nape of Harry's neck, one hand dipping to stroke his arousal once.

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Author's Note: For that thing with the hill on Harry's thoughts...I realized this might not have been explained well, but...here I go to try. Draco had told Harry that it was too soon, that he wasn't ready to climb another sexual 'hill' when he was still tumbling unknowingly down from the last one with Tom. But, he he gained control of his emotions and knows he has enough 'momentum' to overcome and welcome Draco. Shortly said, Harry wants sex. *giggles* So yea....moving on...

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Queen mAlice
Gah! how can you end a chapter there!

ANd man-o-man, I want that room!

Sweety, I think we all want that room.... *pouts* I want that room WITH Draco. *bats eyelashes innocently* And to end the chapter there...easily. I simply stop pasteing words, put the little line thing at the end.... :-P *giggles* ^_^ I know, evil huh?

*drools* Ooh! But I assure you the next chapter will MORE than make up for it!! *smiles and wants to faint* ^_^;

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Sparkleh
sparkle_2500_2000@yahoo.com
The previously faint smell of the other was now clearer as he got closer. He could smell...cheesecake? Perhaps this was his imagination, but it did seem like some sort of a sweet...then again, the blonde was an entirely different treat.
kallipiak (11:15:01 PM): *entirely different kind of treat

Uh.... dare I say this IM escaped your scrutiny? XD Nice chapter... I was rather wondering why they were starving themselves but was too lazy to leave a review. Tee-hee~ "The Room" brought me up... then left me high and dry! Wondering where the rest of it was... boo.

Ahh, yes it did. Thank you, I fixed it immediately. ^_^ Lol, they aren't starving themselves, I guess it's just one of those things where you don't feel like putting in every meal...I don't know. I thought of that yesterday and was like 'shit...has either of them ever gone to the washroom...?' Lol, I don't think they have. So, realism--use at your own disgrace. Wrong word...umm...at your own...risk I suppose. ^_^

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avihenda
ah! you tease! I don't know who is the biggest tease in this fic, you or Draco! Love the chapter btw. GREAT GREAT GRRRRRREAT chapter! :-) can't wait to read the next part! I reread the end of the chapter directly, it has such good momentum somehow. Well, I'm going back to reread the entire chapter again and just hope the next chapter comes out soon. oh, and I agree with youre coment urlier, I'd love the room to, with Draco ofcourse. *shy smile*

^_^ *grins* Sorry about delays yet again. ^^; And Draco's mine. Forever. And ever. I've lately become seriously obsessed....

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thrnbrooke
Oh wow! This just keeps getting better! I can't wait for chapter 32! Harry might be Draco's mate? His Veelan mate?

Harry can't be his veelan mate because Harry isn't Veela. He might be a Veelan's mate, I don't know. :)

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avihenda
avihenda at yahoo.com
hi, I was just rereading your fic (again...) and realized a funny litle mistake. This is not critisism, I just found it a bit funny that I'd read the chapter atleast 4 times and just realized it. when Harry is first presented to Draco, he is wearing heavy chaines that ratle and such. What ever happened to them? One second he is wearing them and the next he's bound by dracos leach tingy. Nothing is ever said about the chaines. When I first realized this, the first thing that poped into my mind was "is he still wearing them?" which is idiotic but still kind of funny. It's late and I'm sorry for taking up time and space, but I just had to get it of my chest...
I hope the next update comes up soon. I'm dieing to know how you will continue. the story keeps surprising me :-). I think it's a fun way you are comming up with the storyline. really inovative.

Hmm...I shall have to go back and read that. You're quite likely right. Lol. I never really thought anyone would go back to nitpick things like that as I never expected this story to work out...^^; so yea. Lol. Thanks. ^_^

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