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Only You Can Set Me Free	By : wizgrl14 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 46731 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 31

When Souls Unite

Harry bounded toward the love of his life, sloshing through the gently flowing water and splashing glittering droplets over his dark fur. As he ran his body began to shift into that of his human form, pouncing to exit the water and tackling the startled blond.

“Draco,” Harry whispered against his mate’s ear, drawing the still immobile boy against him tighter. The other members of the group stood back, allowing the two to reconnect in relative privacy.

The silver eyed youth finally snapped out of his surprised daze, raising his once limp arms and slowly winding them around his mate. He wanted to make sure that this was not just an illusion, or that he was merely dreaming. As his arms encircled the darker boy, a jolt ran through him, a feeling so strong and true that he knew what he felt was real. He couldn’t begin to comprehend the immense joy and triumph he felt as he snuggled closer to the other boy, oblivious to the spectators that stood a slight distance away. He felt pride, he felt compassion and humility.

Mostly, however, he felt complete.

“Harry,” the blond murmured, closing his eyes as he embraced his once most hated adversary. Again he speculated on how strong his feelings were for the young man that held him so desperately yet so tenderly.

‘I don’t know these feelings. Never before have I felt this way for another living being, and for the least likely person, at that.’ Draco was never one to give in to sappy emotions, hell, he never had the opportunity to feel them, yet at this moment something hit him. This was what love was, what it meant and what it felt like. Draco was also never one to give up on a sure thing, he was stubbornly resolute in every aspect of his life, and this was sure to be one of them.

Of that he was certain.

Of course, there was something to be said for being snarky; that he would not give up for all the tender feelings in the world.

Their companions chose that time to make their presence known. They wanted to welcome their leader back too. This was accomplished by Cedric coughing and Luna giggling softly.

Harry turned to his pack mates, grinning from ear to ear as he released his hold on Draco, grabbing his hand and leading him to the others. The latter rolled his eyes somewhat good-naturedly, seeing how excited Harry became at seeing the others warmed his heart.

‘Oh great, traveling with these prats has made me into a total sap… I’d better not start blathering about mythical creatures and whining about everything.’

“Oh Harry, we were so worried about you!” Luna whispered, gripping Cedric’s arm tightly to avoid dropping to the ground in relief. Cedric nodded his agreement, a smirk on his face at seeing how uncomfortable Draco seemed in such a touching moment.

Harry rushed to them; joy and relief etched on his handsome face at seeing that they were safe and sound.

“I was worried about you too; in fact the only thing that kept me going was wanting to get back to all of you, my pack. You wouldn’t believe what I went through in the time we were apart,” Harry remarked, a tired smile gracing his lips.

“Probably about as much as we went through,” Cedric laughed somewhat bitterly. “Draco even had to take over as leader in order to find you mate.”

“Is that true Drake?” Harry looked at the blond fondly; with such pride and love that Draco blushed slightly, averting his gaze.

“Yeah… Well someone had to take charge… these two would have been completely useless in an authoritative role.”

Cedric merely rolled his eyes, Luna snickering at the reaction. They knew that this was who Draco was and would always be, and they would just have to get used to it. It did serve as a sick form of entertainment most times, so it was somewhat welcomed.

“What say we find some shelter for the day and catch up on what happened while we were apart,” Harry offered, feeling exhausted and knowing that his pack mates must have felt the same, if their appearances were any indication.

“Sounds good to me,” Luna said, grabbing the hem of Harry’s shirt and wringing the water from it. The boy was beginning to form his own puddle. Said boy smirked at the girls’ action, shaking himself off much like a dog would, sending water flying at his companions.

“Perhaps a bath is needed as well?” Draco commented, scowling as he rubbed his damp face.

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“Wow Harry, that sounds like quite an adventure. You fought two werewolves and met a replica of your godfather. You are truly magnificent, do you know that?” Cedric couldn’t help but be amazed at how strong the darker boy was. Of course, he had been relatively adequate when they battled in the Twiwizard tournament, yet now… now Harry was so much more powerful.

The emerald eyed boy blushed at the compliment, leaning back on his elbows and staring up at the vast darkened sky. They were currently camping in a run-down shack, the roof of which had been blown off in some sort of battle, it seemed. So now they all sat, catching each other up on the events that occurred while they were apart. The shack was somewhat near the river where the group had reunited, Harry thought it best to take the day to refocus and get affairs in order.

“It was not as exciting as your adventure, apparently. You say you matched up against Dementors and Death eaters? Bloody brilliant, if you ask me,” Harry retorted, his attention turning to Draco. The blond seemed to have become quite aloof, his silver eyes misted over as he pondered on something.

“Drake… Is everything alright?”

The blond shook his head slowly, his eyes darting to the door briefly before lowering his gaze to the dusty floor. Harry took the hint, standing and approaching the other boy.

“We’ll be back in a bit; can you two keep an eye out while we’re gone?”

“Sure, be careful out there, though,” Luna replied, taking a seat beside Cedric and pulling out two copies of the Quibbler. The boy sighed heavily, taking a copy from the girl and nodding his dismissal of the other boys.

Harry thanked the two and followed his mate from their shattered shelter. They walked some distance, parallel to the lake before Draco stopped, sitting at the edge of the riverbank. The darker boy followed suit, slowly sitting beside his mate and waiting for the other to tell him off. He was sure that was what the blond had in mind, and he knew he deserved it. He had treated his love horribly, and it was time he repented.

Harry side glanced at his mate, waiting patiently for him to speak.

“I’m sorry.”

Emerald eyes widened in shock and confusion upon hearing the blond boys’ declaration. Of all of the things he was expecting to hear, and of all the things he deserved to hear, this was not what he had planned on.

“Draco?”

The former Slytherin turned to Harry, his eyes full of a bitter sorrow and contempt. Harry was taken aback by the depth of grief that his mate was experiencing.

“Let me finish… What I did before you battled with that beast, the things I said, they were completely out of line. For those things, I apologize. I know that I am a prat, a spoiled and pampered miscreant even, but I need you to know that it was how I was raised.” He paused, turning to gaze at the water and his reflection, illuminated by the full moon and shimmering stars.

“Of course, I am not going to blame all of my mistakes on my upbringing; I have been capable of changing my behavior for quite some time now, but chose not to. As much as I want to be a better person, I cannot quickly or easily change who I am.”

Harry raised his arm, using his hand to gently turn the other boys’ face toward him.

“My mate, I would never ask you or want you to change. I love who you are, snarky and pompous, yet extremely proud and brave. Your perseverance after all you have been through shows that you are an amazing individual. Lastly, you do not need to apologize to me; I was the git that acted horribly toward you. I need to learn how to control the beast within me so that I can be the mate you deserve.”

Draco held the darker boys’ gaze steadily, his eyes misted over in doubt.

‘Is this guy for real? If I do give him my affection, will he just wind up hurting and humiliating me again? Bloody prat…’ Throwing caution to the wind, Draco leaned forward quickly, pressing his lips to Harry’s urgently. He needed to feel something more, he didn’t know what it was, yet instincts he didn’t know he had rushed to the surface. A throbbing need to be closer to the dog demon wielder overtook him, and he was happy to go along for the ride.

Harry, having been slightly caught by surprise, quickly gathered his bearings and turned to his lover. Deepening the kiss, he felt the urgency and desire within the other young man. He too felt the heat welling up within him, the dire need to connect after their brief yet taxing separation.

“Drake,” he murmured against the soft lips of his mate, hoping that he could keep the dog demon within him at bay so as not to scare the blonde. Surprising the darker youth further, Draco broke the kiss, easing back into a laying position, a position that Harry took full advantage of as he straddled the aroused male beneath him.

“What do you want, Draco? Tell me now before I get carried away.”

Draco scowled slightly, despising the fact that he would have to tell the other boy his dirty desires. However, something primal, a feeling coming from a place that hadn’t existed before he became the mate of a dog demon wielder, demanded he made his intentions known.

“What do you think I want, you git. I want you, now.”

Harry smirked slightly, lowering his upper body so that his face was inches from the blonde’s. His tongue shot out, licking the heated flesh of the young man beneath him, moving the appendage from collar bone to neck.

Draco moaned softly, he needed to feel more, so much more. That feeling scared him immensely, yet thrilled him beyond description. Silver eyes shot open when his mate’s tongue slid steadily lower, down his now exposed chest, past his slightly defined abs. He shuddered when said tongue circled the tender flesh around his navel and travelled lower still. He grabbed the other by the ebony locks, tugging slightly to get his attention.

Harry’s eyes rose to meet the blonde’s misted silver orbs, his own shining neon emerald. He tilted his head in confusion of the interruption.

“Wait,” Draco choked out, then bringing his shaking hands up to unzip his trousers. Harry’s eyes widened at the willingness of his mate to display himself to him. His eyes remained focused on the hands that pulled the clothing down, displaying not boxer shorts as he expected, but the warm flesh of his blond lover.

“I didn’t take you for someone who went commando, love,” Harry whispered, dropping again so that his face was before the swollen appendage. Draco scoffed, raising his hips in slight agitation. The darker boy took the hint, smiling as he took the length into his mouth.

Draco’s eyes squeezed shut tightly, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. Never had he felt this exhilaration, and again he was amazed by the fact that it was Harry Potter that made him feel these things for the first time in his life.

Harry’s tongue moved expertly over the other’s flesh, circling the heated member smoothly, running up and down the underside. His ears picked up the moans and whimpers of his mate, causing his own member to throb and grow in need. He released the blonde’s length suddenly, feeling the dog within him rear in excitement.

The former Slytherin slowly opened his eyes to regard the dark haired youth, puzzlement etched on his flushed face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to let the dog demon loose, I can hurt you…” Harry admitted, moving to sit on his haunches. He stared longingly at the naked form of his mate, heated and aroused. A tangy scent he hadn’t noticed before assaulted his nose, it was then that realization dawned on him.

‘He’s in heat…’ Harry scooted away slightly, urges he had never before felt flooding him mercilessly. If he thought that it was hard to stay away from temptation before, now it was near impossible. His mate had come into heat while he was away, it seemed, and the blond most likely didn’t even know it.

“I…I trust you…” It took Draco a lot of effort to admit that to the Gryffindor, yet he needed him to know that.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“How the hell would you be doing that?” Draco retorted, becoming snarky after the continued delay.

“You’re… well… you’re in heat right now. I don’t want to lose control because you are even more irresistible to me. I don’t know if I will be able to stop the dog demon inside of me…”

Draco’s eyes widened in shock, how the hell had he come into heat? He was not a dog in any way shape or form, however…

‘Bloody hell… I suppose being the mate of a dog demon changes the rules up a bit.’ The blond looked down at his bare body, his member was still erect, his flesh hot. He looked at the emerald eyed teen before him, dressed completely yet unable to hide his own erection. The decision was obvious; he would get what he wanted.

Wasn’t that what he always did?

In one swift motion, Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s shirt, pulling him forward and crashing his lips to the others’. Not caring now about the repercussions, and spurred on by what he assumed were the urges brought on by being in heat, he tugged the shirt over Harry’s torso.

Harry, meanwhile, couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to now. The scent, the feelings, his mate’s eager touches, it drove him over the edge. Lifting his arms, he allowed the other to remove his shirt, climbing out of his jeans and boxers at the same time.

So there they sat, staring at each other as the moon illuminated their young bodies, restraining the need to touch and explore, although just barely.

“What if things go too far? The ceremony…” Harry asked, his voice a mere whisper as he marveled at the beauty that Draco personified. His body was lithe and smooth, glowing in the moonlight. His hair was shining and flowing in the soft night breeze.

The blond shook the daze away, remembering that the ceremony was an important aspect of canine existence. However as he looked upon the dark haired teen, all else faded into oblivion. Before him sat a sensuous, dashing, and overall gorgeous individual; and the fact that they were meant for only one another, that was a bonus.

“We’ll worry about the consequences later,” Draco responded, unable to stop the smirk that adorned his lips, since when did he bow to rules?

That was all Harry needed, he rushed forward, ceremony forgotten, as he ravaged the young man before him. Not an inch of the blond was spared the attention of his roaming hands and mouth. He couldn’t get enough of his mate, everything about Draco left Harry feeling somewhat intoxicated.

Draco couldn’t contain the whimpers, or the frantic panting that escaped his kiss-swollen lips. His body seemed afire, attuned to his lovers’ every want and need. He needed Harry inside of him; some primal drive urged him to offer himself to the dog demon wielder before him. As Harry continued to assault his mate’s chest, neck, and face with nips and passionate kisses, Draco wrapped his legs around the others’ hips. He wanted to be in a better position to receive the darker youth’s straining member.

Harry noticed the other boys’ wanton and accommodating behavior. With a soft growl, he took ahold of his weeping length, stroking it whilst rubbing it against the blonde’s rock hard member. This set his lover to inhaling deeply, leaning back on his hands as he reveled in the ministrations of the darker boy. Harry couldn’t resist the urge to be coupled with his mate any longer.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” Harry bit out, grinding against the other young man to accentuate his desire. His hands now free and pulling the young man even closer by his firm buttocks, the darker youth got the blonde’s attention.

Draco realized that the time had finally come, and that Harry was only now waiting for the go ahead. With hazy, lust filled eyes, the former Slytherin nodded. He was ready.

Harry took the affirmation as the signal to prepare his mate to be entered. He reached over to retrieve his wand from his pants pocket, swiftly grabbing the wooden apparatus.

“Muffliato.”

Draco looked at the other boy, amused. Harry grinned wolfishly at the blond.

“Just don’t want the others to hear your screams, love. Wouldn’t want them to think you were being attacked. Besides, I don’t want any interruptions from our feathered friend again.”

Draco blushed slightly at the arrogant declaration, wishing that the other boy would rush things up a bit.

“Yeah right, hero boy, just get going or I may just change my mind and make you wait for my hot ass.”

Harry snickered, bringing his left hand up to his mouth and extending his pointer and middle finger. With one last grin, he pushed the appendages into his mouth, thoroughly wetting the digits. After some seconds, he withdrew the sopping fingers, lowering his hand between their moist bodies. He stopped when he came to his lovers’ tight hole.

“This will sting a bit, Drake.”

“Just do what you need to do, Potter, I can handle it,” Draco said coolly, though anxious at the prospect of his body being stretched in a way it never was before.

Harry nodded, biting his lip in concentration. He first hooked his pointer finger into the tight opening, gauging the blonde’s reaction. So far his lover seemed to be alright, so he pushed in a bit further, adding the other finger slowly.

Draco winced at the new feeling, yet did not feel pain. With a sigh, he lowered his hips to take more of the other boy into himself. He felt Harry begin to scissor his fingers within him, stretching the passage to accommodate his larger member. He knew his opening was ready, and urged the darker boy to move to the next step.

Harry took the hint, and while holding his mate’s gaze, he entered the tight canal. Ever so slowly, as to not hurt the blond, he pushed until his length was fully embedded in his lover. He then held as still as he could, even with his instincts roaring in triumph and need. If he startled his mate now, he would never forgive himself.

The fairer boy, who had closed his eyes as Harry’s length was entering him, now opened them to see the other staring at him in concern. The pain he felt initially was receding, and he rotated his hips to let the other boy know that he needed movement.

Without further prompting, and allowing the dog within him to emerge, Harry swayed his hips back and forth, holding the blond youth by the waist as he set a rhythm they could both get into. His eyes began to burn neon emerald as he hastened the pace in which he pumped into his gloriously tight mate. Growling, he dug his nails into the moaning boy that clung onto him for dear life. He came to a bit of a dilemma, however, and stilled the shivering blond.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t move too well in this position.”

Draco pondered on the obstacle for a moment before smirking and loosening his legs from the other boy’s hips.

“Well, you are a dog, right?”

Before the confused Gryffindor could question the snarky boy, Draco turned himself over, resting on his hands and knees as he presented himself to the other.

Harry grinned and got into a kneeling position behind his mate, quickly plunging into the waiting and ready passage. This felt so much better; he was able to get deeper, longer strokes into the moist, warm canal. Panting in sheer exhilaration, Harry reached one hand around the front of his whimpering mate and take hold of the blond boy’s straining length. He stroked in time with each pump into the body beneath him, feeling a tightness forming in his lower regions. He knew he would be coming soon, but was neither willing nor able to pull out of his mate.

Draco had never felt so complete or fulfilled in his entire life. With each trust and each stroke, he was coming nearer and nearer to completion. He did not want this magical and sensual feeling to end. He wanted Harry deeper, harder, and Harry obliged to his unvoiced pleas. The blond could stand the tension no more, and with a long moan, he came, splashing the floor beneath them with his fluids.

Harry felt his mate’s release, and with a few more thrusts into the trembling blond, he threw his head back and howled his own release. Lunging forward suddenly, and somewhat unwittingly, the dark boy plunged his elongated fangs into the neck of the sweating boy beneath him.

Draco’s eyes widened briefly as he stiffened in response to the bite. Then, deciding it didn’t matter, he relaxed, lowering himself slowly to the grassy earth beneath him. He felt so completely sated, his carnal pleasures finally tended to, and quite well if he said so himself.

Harry was tugged down with his spent mate for some unapparent reason. He lay behind the blond, licking at the puncture marks left by his fangs. When he tried to pull out of the other, however, he discovered the reason for being tugged along with his mate.

“Um, Draco,” Harry murmured, stifling an incredulous laugh.

“What is it?”

“We’re… Well, I think…”

“Spit it out, ‘m trying to rest.”

“We’re stuck together,” Harry retorted, tugging to prove his assertion.

Draco’s eyes widened in realization and horror as he looked back over his shoulder to see that Harry’s member was, indeed, still embedded in his passage.

“Please don’t tell me this is a…”

“Yeah love, it’s a dog thing,” Harry cut in.

“DID YOU KNOW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? HOW LONG ARE WE GOING TO BE LIKE THIS? WHY CAN’T YOU TAKE IT OUT?”

Harry winced slightly, snickering as his mate rambled on about the injustices of having a dog demon in oneself and all that came with it.

‘I knew that silencing charm would come in handy,’ Harry thought to himself. Seeing as how he couldn’t escape, he relaxed. It would be a long night.

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“Did you hear something out there?”

Luna lowered her Quibbler and tilted her head slightly as she listened to the noises outside.

“Probably just some Yoracks… They tend to come out at night in highly wooded areas… That or Harry and Draco have taken their relationship to the next level.”

Cedric raised a brow to the mysterious and strange girl.

“Meaning?”

“Why, they have copulated, of course,” the blonde girl replied evenly, returning to her bizarre magazine.

Cedric deadpanned, burying his nose back into his own copy of the magazine.

“For the sake of my sanity, let’s just say it was the Yoracks taking a midnight stroll.”

Luna giggled, “Agreed.”
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