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Fairest Creatures	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 22177 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Thirty-Four—Tending Apart
“Come down, Mr. Potter. I think you’ve done enough flying on your own.”
Harry heard Testig clearly, even though she was standing far below him on the edge of the pillared walk that led up towards the school. He turned and promptly dived from his high soaring position, clean and graceful, and saw Testig wince as he flapped his wings hard, once, and ended up in front of her.
“Thought I would crash?” he asked, and shook some of the sweat from his wings and hair. He wanted to go find Draco right away, but he knew that would only confirm the professors’ suspicions that they needed even more time apart.
“I thought you might, yes. But I should have known you would survive it just as you have survived other reckless stunts since you became mated to Mr. Malfoy.”
“Oh, be fair, professor,” Harry said, and grinned at her as they turned towards the school. He could feel the pull towards Draco, the way he thought Draco had towards him after Lavaliere had stuck him in the crate. “I was reckless a long time before that.”
“Why? Was it only because you were in the middle of a war, and had no choice but to be so? If that is the case, give it up now. Your mating bond is under enough stress with your necessary separations.”
Harry smothered a frown with an effort. Sometimes he was sure Testig was completely on their side, and then she went and said things like this. “I took risks because I had to, Professor. I had to do it if I wanted to live, or win a Quidditch game. And Draco took risks right beside me when he played Seeker on the other House’s team.”
Testig gave a small shrug as she opened the door ahead of them. “I will admit that I have only the smallest notion of the rules of Quidditch, but because Mr. Malfoy took chances does not mean that either of you should take them now.”
Harry stared at her for a second, but then remembered how far the Veela lived out of the world. “We challenge each other. I would have gone higher if I was flying with him today, you know.”
“Yes, I know.” Testig snapped her wings once, making Harry look at her. “But that does not mean that you should do anything other than what I have already told you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” said Harry, with a slight sigh, and then another door opened and he saw Draco stepping anxiously out of the room ahead of him. The instant he caught sight of Harry, he was airborne, even though the corridors were barely wide enough for his wings, and he crashed into him and crooned in his ear, spinning him around. Harry spread his arms and wings out so they wouldn’t crash to the ground, and danced in a circle with him, laughing.
“Have you listened to anything that Professor Helios told you while you were with him, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco at least heard Testig, Harry knew, because he managed to stop both dancing and laughing and give her a faint smile as he nodded. “Yes, Professor. And it was less difficult this time. After we started talking about magical theory, there were times when I forgot about Harry being away from me for whole minutes at a time.”
“Minutes in an hour?”
“They’re still progressing with their bond, Philomela,” said Professor Helios mildly, as he stepped out of the room behind Draco. It was the meditation room that he’d taken Harry to during that first separation of fifteen minutes. He nodded to Harry and then focused on Testig, faintly smiling. “And since we were part of the reason that Lavaliere was able to kidnap them in the first place…”
“How was it our fault?”
“We should have been encouraging her to air her prejudices against transformed Veela from the beginning, so that we could end them. More than that, we should have seen her unhappiness at having a human mate, and taken some measures to encourage her to visit her family.”
“She got what she deserved…”
Harry chuckled as he listened to the professors bickering up the corridor. “I don’t think that Testig’s going to get much softer than she already has, even if she does like us now.”
Draco nodded. He was looking Harry in the eye and sliding his hands up and down Harry’s shoulders beneath his wings, his own trembling softly.
“What is it?” Harry asked. This separation seemed to have been harder on Draco than the others, even though they were supposed to be getting easier as time went by, and the last one hadn’t been that bad.
Draco leaned forwards and laid his lips softly against Harry’s. Harry kissed him back at once, and then grunted as Draco suddenly beat his wings and drove them into the wall.
“I want you so badly,” Draco said. “We haven’t made love in days. And I know we’ve been busy, and I know we’ve had classes and these bloody separations, but I need more than that, sometimes.”
“Of course you do,” Harry said, and kissed him on the forehead. “I would have asked you for the same thing tonight.”
Draco blinked. “Why only tonight?” He looked almost ready to draw away again, as if he thought Harry was mocking him, or would laugh at him for his lack of self-control, since it was barely lunch now.
“Because I thought you would be more focused then and less prone to fussing about meals or missing classes.”
“As if I could be focused on much other than you, after an hour apart.” Draco snagged his shoulder and dragged him towards their rooms. “Lunch can wait. I want to enjoy every benefit of being in a mating bond that talking with Professor Helios nearly made me forget.”
“What, magical theory isn’t fascinating?” Harry asked, chuckling as he followed Draco’s pull.
Draco turned on his heel and stared Harry in the eye with a directness that made him lose his laughter. “Not nearly as fascinating as you.”
Harry beat his wings to sail down the corridor after Draco. When he reached him, he scooped him up with a touch and carried him for a few meters before Draco dropped free and began to fly on his own. They swooped past startled faces and displeased ones and indulgent ones, but that didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered right now except Draco.
*
They crashed into Harry’s bed and knelt staring at each other for a few minutes, with Harry’s wings the only ones twitching. Draco seemed to have decided that he should hold still, and except for turning his head from side to side every few seconds, so Harry could admire some new line of his jaw or the fall of his hair, he didn’t move.
Harry’s will broke first, and he pounced.
Draco went down with a squawk, and Harry made sure that he didn’t pin or damage his wings against the bed. But then Draco was rolling over on top of him, and they nearly went over the edge. Harry solved that problem by hovering over Draco, who arranged himself so his wings were draped instead of pinned, and grinned softly up at him.
“How are you going to touch me if you don’t come down?”
“You’re the only reason I would come down,” Harry said, and reached out. His fingernail grew the tip of a claw when he thought about it, and he traced it slowly down Draco’s cheek and then his collarbone, not cutting, but fiercely tickling.
“Well,” said Draco, and his eyes were wide. He panted for a second as Harry worked the nail under his shirt, and arched when Harry began to slit it open. His panting was so severe by now that he sounded as if he was breathing too fast.
Well, we can’t have that, Harry thought, and considerately took his finger away. He grinned a little when Draco’s eyes flew open and he snarled in irritation.
“I didn’t realize you could still snarl,” Harry told him conversationally, and nearly landed on the bed. His knees touched it, but he still hovered just above it, and his fingers played too lightly along Draco’s skin to create real friction, even when Draco arched in desperation for it. “I thought you were reduced to chirping and cheeping.”
“I am not a bloody bird. I am a bloody man who needs a wank and you are refusing to provide it!”
“Oh, a wank is all you want, then.” Harry gave a shrug and started to reach down towards Draco’s groin. “I suppose that renders what I was going to offer you null and void.”
“Wait, what were you going to offer me?” Draco reached out and grabbed his wrist, glaring so fiercely that his feathers were standing on end around his face like a halo.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Since what you want is a wank. And I would never deny you anything you want.”
“Damn you, Harry,” said Draco raggedly, and then he grabbed Harry’s head and pressed it down towards his groin.
“Wait, why are you doing that? I only need my hand to jerk you off, you know,” said Harry, and widened his eyes, shaking his head a little.
“Harry Potter, if you don’t get your mouth on me right now, I will—”
He probably had some stereotypical finish to that, like “not be held responsible for my actions,” but since Harry was mouthing him through the cloth of his trousers, he shut up with a squeak and a whistle. Harry grinned and then opened Draco’s trousers and slid and wriggled around on the bed a little. If he was going to do this right, he had to make sure he was comfortable. Otherwise, he might have to stop in the middle of it, and he didn’t think that would be good for his own continued health.
Once he was draped over the bed with his wings comfortably out of the way and his head at the right height, Harry stuck out his tongue and delicately lapped Draco. Draco jerked up at once, with a slight whine.
More non-bird noises, Harry thought. “I think that was a chirp,” he said gravely, and then took Draco’s erection into his mouth just as Draco opened his mouth to speak.
Draco whistled again, his wings flapping desperately. Harry heard something fall to the floor, and snorted to himself. But Draco reacted so well to the sudden, small blast of warm air along the top of his shaft that Harry repeated it, and again, and only had to move his head a little when Draco’s compulsive jerking brought his cock up against Harry’s palate.
It was so much fun to bring Draco pleasure. He was so responsive, beating his wings and pleading in a voice that became a bird’s cry halfway through, most of the time. Harry slipped his hands around Draco’s legs and held them as still as he could, while he snorted and blew and sucked and licked. Draco gave a breathy groan and dug his fingers into Harry’s hair.
Harry supposed that ought to have annoyed him, but it was just exciting. He took Draco as deep as he could as a reward, and Draco flapped again. Harry swallowed around him, and then kept doing it as fast as he could.
Draco came with no warning. Harry choked a little, but managed to twist his head to the side so that some splashed on the coverlet. Draco was half-sobbing by now, and his wings hammered the air so hard that Harry had to duck them.
Then he dropped back on the bed, pleased and spent. Harry sat back up, grinning at the sleepy look Draco gave him.
“You don’t have enough strength left to do the same to me, do you?” Harry murmured, bending down to give him a kiss.
“Yes, I do!” Draco started to sit up, and then a yawn threatened to crack his face in half. He fell back with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, Harry. I suppose I—don’t.” From the yawn he gave next, he was already half-asleep.
“Well, you can at least help me,” Harry said firmly, and opened his trousers, and knelt over Draco’s splayed legs, and grasped his hand.
Once Draco figured out what Harry wanted—it seemed to take a long time to penetrate his sleepy brain—he was more than eager to help him. And he leaned up for a sloppy kiss that seemed to take most of his remaining strength, since he had to lean almost drunkenly on Harry while Harry worked his hand around him.
Luckily, it didn’t take much to bring Harry off. Staring at Draco’s smile and the way he stuck out his tongue and stroked the air a few times did most of it. Harry groaned as he came in a long spurt, and fell forwards himself. They swayed in a pyramid of limp muscles for a few seconds, and then slumped halfway off the bed.
It took longer than Harry thought it would, but the sensation of blood rushing to his head finally persuaded him to sit back up and push Draco gently onto the pillows. Draco curled up and reached for him, then whined as Harry took up his wand.
“Clean up later. Bed now.”
Harry snorted again, although it was less fun when he wasn’t affecting Draco that way, and then managed to cast the cleaning spells he wanted anyway. Draco had gone to sleep curled up against him, so he couldn’t actually stop Harry.
And then Harry curled up and gave in to the utter temptation that was sleep.
*
Even with how tired he was, Harry still woke up in the middle of the night. He blinked at the ceiling and then the door and Floo, wondering if someone had tried to come in and that was what had awakened him. But when he reached out with detection spells, he could feel no one hiding in the room, even under a Disillusionment Charm or an Invisibility Cloak.
He lay still, expecting to fall asleep again, and only became more and more alert. Draco had moved so that he was on his side and his wings were lifted behind him, as if ready for flight. He kept on snoring, digging his nose into Harry’s flank now and then as if he wanted to find a comfortable spot between his ribs.
Harry studied Draco, the curves of his face and the way his fingers clenched into cloth and skin on Harry’s side. Draco was beautiful in the dim firelight, the way he was beautiful everywhere. Harry reached out, one hand held flat above Draco, and felt the bond softly tugging at him from inside Draco’s skin.
But not as strongly as it did when we were separated.
Of course, that thought made him feel foolish as soon as he had it. Of course the bond wouldn’t work to pull them together as strongly when they were already beside each other.
But the more Harry thought about it, the more he thought there was something different about the tug now, even from what he had felt when they were together before without the professors trying to separate them. It was less urgent. It felt less dangerous. As if the attraction to he felt to Draco was lessening, he thought in sudden panic, and his wings fluttered.
Or as if their desperation was.
Harry felt his wings finally droop back to normal as he remembered something Testig had said last week. She’d introduced lessons into her class on what happened to separated mates, seeing that a good fourth of her class was experiencing a distressed bond at the moment.
“When mates separate, they call to each other, at least if their bond is new and they have little experience in being apart. The bond can react to danger by drawing them closer to one another. And sometimes the feeling of stress and danger continues long past that initial moment. The bond does not react appropriately. It is as if adrenaline remained in your body long past the point when you needed it. You must learn to control possibly inappropriate emotions and reactions and stop them from controlling you. Ultimately, your bond’s call is only one manifestation of the partnership you share, and it should not be the strongest one.”
And it seemed their bond had finally calmed. The adrenaline had finally drained.
Harry smiled and closed his eyes. It took him perhaps another hour to fall asleep, but that didn’t matter, not when the soft light of their courtship gift had begun to shine around them and he could feel the softer humming of Draco’s heart under his hand.
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SP777: Consider it done! I'll write a short fic from Draco's POV.
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