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The Stag and The Snake	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 22 – Happily Ever After

To take one breath in the damp cool air of the British Isles and the next in the warmth of the Caribbean was slightly disorienting. Still in their Bonding robes they felt uncomfortably hot, and Draco could feel his skin beginning to perspire under the satin. Draco didn't care, he could have been transported into an active volcano for all he cared—nothing could mar his perfect joy. Harry had crumpled into a heap from the force of the Portkey landing, and wound up dragging Draco down with him. Staggering to their feet amidst gales of mad laughter, Draco took the Portkey and tossed it to the ground where it blended in perfectly with the other seashells that danced up and down the wide expanse of beach.
The term 'picturesque' barely did what he was seeing justice, in Draco's opinion. They stepped down from the Portkey arrival point, and they were faced with the blue of the Atlantic hugging a long, sandy beach, which gave way to thick, mountainous rainforest. Small homes dotted the landscape, but instead of being a blemish on the natural landscape, it only added to its charm. The beach itself was dotted with people—tourists, locals, and a mixture of muggles and wizards. Draco could pick out the wizards easily, while the muggles that dotted the beach did not pass them even the briefest glance.
“Come on,” he said with a grin, tugging Harry in the direction of the Hotel not ten feet from where they'd landed. Harry mirrored his grin, and they headed up to the building almost at a run.
The hotel was owned and run by wizards, and was less like a traditional hotel and more like a collection of small cabins. Each one faced the ocean, and given the way the muggles passed them by without even a second glance reminded Draco suddenly of The Leaky Cauldron, but with a better climate.
Draco pushed his way into the lobby, another cabin completely indistinct from the others, save for the blatant Lobby sign that hung on the door. Draco held the door for Harry, who blushed a delightful shade of red at the gesture. The receptionist, a tall black woman with thick, braided hair was talking in rushed Bajan to a tall man, though she broke off as they approached. She eyeing their attire with a knowing smile. “Reservation for the Malfoy-Potters?” Draco glanced at Harry as he said it, and they grinned broadly. Any more of this, and Draco was certain his face might split open. “Our luggage came earlier today,” he said, while the witch clucked her tongue as she sifted through a stack of parchment.
“Ah, yes, here you are.” She turned and grabbed a simple silver key off a hook and stepped around the counter. She led them in silence out of the lobby and down through the village-like suites, stopping at one near the end of the beach, slightly cut off from the others by a copse of trees, which gave them slightly more privacy. “This is you. The key will grant you access to the wards. You just need to tap the door with your wand, and it will open for you. If you need anything, please let us know.” She paused for a moment, then smiled warmly at them, “ And, congratulations.” Her eyes flitted briefly to Harry's scar and he watched his Bonded's face go a little pink.
Draco smiled “Thank you very much,” The woman nodded once, her face still carrying the same warm smile. She spun on her heel and headed back to the lobby without a backward glance.
Draco wasted no time in tapping the door as directed, and they slipped inside. He could feel the warding magic shift back into place the second they crossed the threshold. It was bigger on the inside, and Draco grinned, watching the look of wonder on Harry's face as he took in the space.
It was large space, closer to that of a conventional house, with a sitting room and fireplace with working Floo connection, a small kitchen containing what looked like Room Service menus, and doors off to the side leading to the loo and the bedroom. Everything was decked in light, inviting colours of greens and blues, the large windows bathing the cabin in delightful midday sunshine.
“God,” Harry said the second they stepped inside, dropping out of his Bonding robes at once and leaving them in a pile on the doormat. Harry stood there, in a pair of less-than-flattering grey Y-fronts, looking downright edible to Draco, his skin practically glowing from the sheen of sweat that clung to him. Draco began to feel warm in an entirely different sense as Harry continued to speak, “It's so damn hot. I thought I was gonna melt out there.” He turned to Draco, and he suspected that some of his shock showed on his face, as Harry grinned and strode over to him.
Draco had only just began to get over his shock at Harry's abrupt strip show when the brunette coiled his arms around his neck and enveloped him in a deep, heated kiss. Harry's bare flesh clung slightly to Draco's robes, and he groaned into Harry's mouth. Without waiting for Draco's answer, Harry began to unbutton the robes. He slipped his hands under the fabric and slid his hands slowly up his chest and to his shoulders, where he pushed the garment off. It pooled around Draco's ankles in a pile of overpriced satin while they absently kicked off the boots they wore.
Draco scooped Harry up in his arms, he responding with a surprised squeak, while he clung to Draco's neck for support. This was probably a good thing, as Harry was much heavier than he looked. “Oh my God Draco, put me down. Draco ignored him and made a beeline for the bedroom.
He let Harry down quickly, and Harry immediately pulled Draco in for another kiss. “You know...it's technically still nighttime...In London, anyway.” Harry giggled against his mouth and Draco grinned, still tasting the wine from the reception on Harry's tongue. “I say we...” Harry groaned, Draco's wandering hands skittering down his sides and meeting at the small of his back, where they began to slip under the elastic of his pants. “...We have our Bonding night first, and go surfing later.” Draco snickered, though the response was cut short by Harry's tongue diving back into his mouth.
“You won't catch me on one of those infernal muggle death traps,” Draco muttered against Harry's mouth.
“We'll see about that,” Harry grinned cheekily, and with a groan Draco began to drag him towards the very large and very inviting bed.
They tumbled into the soft folds in a mess of limbs, their mouths locked together. Harry had pinned Draco down at once, and he groaned as he arched his back, clinging to Harry as though afraid he might disappear if he let go. “I love you,” Draco whispered when their lips finally parted, Harry sitting up slightly to look down at him. “Gods I love you so much.” He reached up to pull Harry in, his Bonded grinned, allowing himself to be pulled, and their mouths came together again, their tongues twisting together in an embrace all their own.
“I love you too,” Harry breathed when they parted again, his breath coming out in a trembling gasp as Draco ran his hands from his chest, down his abdomen, to cup the throbbing erection nestled in his horrid underwear. Draco smirked, pleased with the reaction as he watched Harry's eyes flutter shut, grinding his cock into Draco's hand. Harry lifted himself up, still straddling Draco as he let his head fall back, letting out soft, keening moans as he began to stroke Harry through the fabric. “Draco...God Draco...” His chest heaved, Harry whimpering as his hips jerked forwards, the grey cotton stained with his precome. Harry cried out again and lurched forward, burying his face in the crook of Draco's neck as his hips jerked and his seed coated the inside of his pants.
“That was embarrassingly quick,” Harry muttered against Draco's shoulder, Harry's breath tickling the sensitive flesh, and causing a shiver of desire to course through him.
“Oh I think I can wring more than one orgasm out of you tonight,” Draco smirked, and Harry laughed softly, the sound shifting to a contented sigh as Draco's right hand moved to Harry's head, casually toying with his hair as his Bonded regained some of his strength.
“Afternoon,” he murmured, in between feather-light kisses he trailed along the side of Draco's throat, causing him to groan softly.
“Whatever.” Harry lifted his head slightly and Draco turned his at the same moment. Their kiss was more tender and less desperate, Harry's form collapsing heavily on top of his own, damp with sweat both from their exertion and the heat. Draco turned, and Harry followed his movements until they were on their side, their eyes shut as they held onto one another in a comfortable tangle of limbs.
Draco broke away, his eyes wandering up and down Harry's form, uncertain whether he'd ever grow used to the way Harry's body would effectively take his breath away. Harry reached up and stroked Draco's cheek with his thumb, and he sighed contentedly under the gentle caress. Draco reached for his wand, which was sitting on the side table (though he could not recall putting it there) and he flicked it, cleaning Harry up of his mess.
In the silence that followed, all that could be heard was the rush of the surf and the cries of exotic birds that Draco could not name. His own erection was still straining against his undergarments and begging for release, but Harry's afterglow was so endearing that Draco had no desire to have it end prematurely. Despite his desire to wait and watch, Harry had other ideas.
Smirking in a manner he had definitely picked up from Draco, he placed a gentle kiss to the centre of Draco's sternum before sliding down the bedcover to his tented pants, sliding the garment off in one smooth movement. Draco hissed as his cock was freed from its confines, and at the same moment he felt Harry's hands grab his calves and urge him to the edge of the bed. Confused but curious, he followed Harry's silent commands and shifted until his feet were planted firmly on the floor. Harry stood momentarily to grab a pillow, then knelt between Draco's legs, the pillow resting comfortably under his knobbly knees.
Draco's breath hitched. There was something deeply arousing about Harry kneeling between his legs, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with desire. He licked his lips, straightened up, and swallowed Draco's cock in one. Draco groaned and tossed his head back, his hips jerking slightly, but the small movement did not make his Bonded gag. Has he been practising? Draco mused, his mind a blurry haze of feeling as he focused on the sensation of Harry's mouth caressing his cock.
It took a very short time for Harry to bring him to orgasm, his mumbled words of, “I'm close,” falling on deaf ears as he continued his motions, lifting a hand to cup Draco's balls and push him further, and with a grunt he came, painting Harry's throat with his semen. Harry swallowed, then wiggled out of is own underwear before climbing into Draco's lap, his arms hooking around his neck and his ankles locking at the small of his back, a wide grin painted across his lips.
“That was a first,” Draco murmured, still caught in the daze of his post-orgasm. Harry grinned again and kissed him, still perched in his lap. Draco groaned softly, tasting himself on Harry's tongue. It was a strange but not entirely unpleasant experience.
“Whole new life,” Harry murmured against his mouth. “I hope there are all sorts of firsts with you.” Draco chuckled.
“And you call me cheesy.” Harry shrugged, but didn't try to defend himself. Ever so slowly, they untangled themselves from one another, and stretched out in the centre of the bed. They lay in sleepy silence, trading kisses between them and soft sentiments of I love you back and forth. Draco had no desire to rush the afternoon/evening along, and Harry seemed to share his sentiment.
Harry kissed him, his lips parting and tongue darting into Draco's mouth. The sudden force took Draco briefly off guard; he groaned and pressed himself up close to Harry, their bodies moulding together like two halves of a whole. He could already feel his Bonded's half-hard prick pressing against his stomach, the sensation sending thrills of arousal straight to his groin. Harry moaned and shifted position, arranging himself so that they were cock-to-cock. Harry arched forward to grind his stiff member against Draco's, the movement eliciting twin moans from both young men.
“I want you,” Harry breathed, reaching up to card his fingers through Draco's hair, the touch making him shiver. “I want you in me, Draco.”
The words from Harry, coupled with his breathy conviction was almost too much for Draco. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from instantly flipping Harry over and taking him at the request. Instead Draco broke the kiss and looked into Harry's eyes, seeing was his conviction and trust in the sea of green, with no trace of nervousness following the words. “You're certain?”
“I am.” There wasn't even a pause of hesitation preceding his words. “But...Go slow?” Draco smiled, a small chuckle escaping him before he could stop it. Draco kissed his Bonded.
“Of course.”

~*~

Draco sat up and turned while Harry matched his movements. Draco braced his knees on either side of his hips, watching Harry so intently that he felt a flush of pleasure pass through him. They'd been in this position before, but to Harry it seemed to carry more weight this time. The air seemed heavier, and Harry felt both excited and nervous. He was not worried about Draco hurting him—he knew that he wouldn't—but it was still a big step for both of them. Draco leaned forward and kissed him once; the tender, unspoken reassurance that Draco would not harm him helped Harry relax, and when his Bonded pulled back Harry rolled over and pushed himself up onto his knees, his thighs spread. He heard Draco's soft gasp, and Harry bowed his head as his face warmed, feeling distinctly exposed and vulnerable with his bum in the air.
He felt Draco shift behind him, his fair arm appearing as he leaned forward and opened one of the bedside table's drawers, pulling out a sealed stone jar of lubricant. The arm and jar disappeared, and Harry felt himself tense reflexively. Draco seemed to sense his apprehension, and he pressed a kiss into the small of Harry's back. “Relax,” Draco whispered, his breath ghosting against Harry's flesh, “I promise I won't do anything you don't want.” Draco's soft, gentle tones washed over him, and Harry felt some of the tension recede. “Just tell me to stop if it becomes too much.” Harry nodded to his words, feeling as though his voice had momentarily been chased away. He heard the soft scrape of Draco opening the jar.
Harry gasped, cold slick fingers brushing against his cleft, trailing along it for a moment before seeking out his hole. Harry shivered, his spine arching and his head tilting back while he lifted his arse higher in the air; a silent encouragement for Draco to continue. He could feel his Bonded hesitate for a brief moment, then his pointer finger slid past the tight ring of muscle. Harry groaned, pushing back against Draco's finger, forcing the digit in to the knuckle. It felt strange, but also somehow right. Harry moaned softly, feeling so amazingly connected to his Bonded in ways he never expected to be.
Almost infuriatingly slowly, Draco slipped his finger in and out of him, and for the first time he understood why Draco had been so impatient with him their first time so many months earlier. Harry jerked his hips a little more roughly than necessary, and Draco caught the hint. Adding a second finger, he scissored Harry's hole with every alternate thrust. Harry buried his face in the plush blankets, a moan escaped him, the sound muffled by the duvet as his body shuddered with arousal.
Draco removed his fingers, and for a moment Harry felt strangely empty. He had begun to turn his head to protest, but almost at once he felt Draco's slick erection press against him, and his Bonded slowly entered his prepared entrance. Harry shuddered a gasp, reaching forward to grab fistfuls of the coverlet, while Draco's fingertips dug into Harry's hips.
Even with preparation still it stung sharply, and Harry felt his breath hitch. His grip on the blankets tightened, and when Draco had nestled himself entirely inside Harry's arse he stopped, waiting for Harry to acclimate to his size. Harry took a shuddering breath, his chest heaving and his skin dotted with sweat. He waited until the initial sting of pain had passed, and he gave Draco a short nod indicating for him to continue.
Draco moved slowly at first, and Harry could feel his quivering restraint with each movement, acting as though Harry was made of fine china. Harry allowed him to continue the slow movements as he grew accustomed to the sensation, but Draco's first brush to his prostate shattered his patience. His back arched and his head jerked back; a mangled cry escaped him and he pushed back against Draco, hard. Draco grunted behind him, his hips jerking forward more forcefully. Harry followed his movements, his jaw locked open in a silent blissful cry, the only sounds echoing throughout the room being Draco's soft, keening moans of pleasure. Harry reached down and stroked his weeping cock as his Bonded's thrusts became jerkier, more feverish. Harry could sense that Draco was close.
Their cries blended together in a melodious crescendo, Harry spurting on his hand and the bedspread, Draco filling his hole in the most delightful way. At the same moment, thin threads of gold light seemed to burst from their groins and expand, crisscrossing in the space around them, before finally enclosing the couple in a golden net. Harry stared, shocked and exhausted all at once as the net of light shrunk, pressing into his and Draco's flesh. It did not burn, but felt pleasantly warm. The golden light sunk into their skin before disappearing entirely.
Harry's surprise faded and his exhaustion returned in full measure, and they crumpled onto the bed in a tangled heap. Slowly and almost reluctantly, Draco slid his flaccid member from Harry, while they both shifted to face one another. Draco looked delightfully dishevelled, his blond hair clinging to his forehead, and his cheeks flushed. Despite the heat of the room, Harry snuggled closer to him. “What was that?” Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him closer. Their legs tangled lazily together in a haphazard embrace.
“I think it may have been a form of Love magic.” Harry pressed his head against one of the available pillows, and Draco did the same. Harry blinked with confusion at the statement. He remembered Dumbledore telling him about the Love magic imbibed in the wards around the Dursleys' home from his mother's sacrifice, but he'd never seen anything like that before. Harry refocused his attention on Draco as he continued, “I've only heard about it, but its a magical binding born out of love and devotion. Some romantic historians believed it only happened to couples who were destined to be together...like soulmates.” Draco smiled wistfully, as though amused by the concept, but it seemed as though he did not entirely believe it.
“I don't remember Binns ever saying anything about that.” Harry felt his cheeks flush, “soulmates...that's actually a thing?”
“Well...no.” Draco chuckled a little, “it's a myth, as far as I know. But our magic recognizes each other's magic, and it sort of...intertwines?” Draco shrugged. “My mother explained it to me, but I can't remember it all.”
“I sort of like the soulmate explanation better,” Harry grinned a little when Draco laughed softly at his words, and pulled him in for a gentle kiss.
“Me too.”
The night passed in blissful comfort. The Bonded couple slept in peace, with no monsters or curses to hinder them.

Epilogue – Six Years Later

The little redbrick house sat peacefully under a high August sun. Age had changed it little, but where once it was devoid of life and newly built, it now held all the marks of a home. Photographs adorned the walls, streaks of ash littered the cream carpet before the hearth, indentations and scratches had been surreptitiously stained varnished over, just barely concealing their presence.
Around the back of the house, the green lawn was dotted with a small crowd of people. Harry Potter-Malfoy stood on the porch, watching the scene before him with a small smile. His parents were off to one side laughing and talking with Bill Weasley, Victoire tugging on Sirius's leg while she begged him to transform. Lucius and Narcissa were seated on the porch, looking distinctly out of place at the small glass table. Their usual haughty expressions had long since faded, and they were focused on Astoria Greengrass, who was heatedly debating something with them.
Dangerously close to the vegetable garden, the twins were racing up and down the lawn, ginger children clinging to their backs and shrieking with delight as they raced. A small collection little ones stood off to the side, jumping up and down and cheering excitedly. Hermione and Ron were sitting with Draco, chatting amiably. Even at a distance, Harry could hear his Bonded trying to bait the ginger.
A soft tugging on his robes snapped him out of his daze, and he looked down. A blond, green-eyed four-year-old stood there, eyes sparkling, with his thumb perched in his mouth. Without preamble the little boy spoke at once, “Dad, can I have a biscuit? James has a biscuit, and I want one.” Harry chuckled at little Scorpious's roundabout method of tattling on his brother.
“Did you ask Father?” the child hesitated, then nodded. “And what did he say?”
“He said to ask you,” Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't completely erase the smile from his face. “One, all right?” The boy's face broke into a wide smile, and he hurried back into the house, coming out a minute later with an obscenely large chocolate biscuit perched in his mouth. Harry shook his head, laughing softly as he moved over to join his Bonded and his friends.
“You caved, I see,” Draco murmured following a chaste kiss. He draped an arm casually around Harry's waist, while he grinned apologetically at the blond.
“He's got the puppy-dog eyes down pat. It's a serious problem.” Harry laughed, turning his eyes over to the twins, watching a tousled, carbon-copy of himself clamber onto Fred's back. At the same time, Hugo was being hoisted up by George.
“Especially when his father is such a pushover,” Harry chuckled and shrugged. Scorpious had wandered over to his grandparents, sticky chocolate hands tugging on the arm of his surrogate mother. She allowed herself to be dragged over to Sirius and Remus, and like with everyone else, no one was yet able to say no him, save perhaps Draco.
“Dad, Dad! Father! Did you see me, did you see me?” James came barrelling over, his grey eyes wide and bright, practically quivering with excited delight. He skidded to a stop just short of his two fathers, his face pink as he tried to catch his breath. “I won, I won! Uncle Fred was real fast!”
“We saw, you might want to slow down, or you're going to get sick. Biscuits and piggyback races don't usually mix.” Harry cocked a brow at him, and James flushed red.
“Grandfather said it was okay,” he mumbled, while Harry chuckled. Of course Lucius had to be at the heart of the problem.
“No more, or you'll have no room for dinner. You can have some cake after.” Draco's commanding voice made James nod, still a little shamefaced. He quickly ran off to rejoin the Weasley children without a goodbye.
Watching his children, Scorpious perched on Sirius's shoulders while Astoria and Remus looked on, James running and playing with the others, it still amazed him that this was his life. A home, a love, a family. It was everything he'd ever wanted, and it still sometimes felt like a dream. They still needed to address why they were all there—Astoria wasn't far enough along for anyone to notice her small baby bump, or the baby girl that would join their family in just nine months. Harry felt a thrill of excitement run through him at the prospect.
The hand at his waist moved to his shoulders, and a tender kiss was planted against his cheekbone. “What are you thinking about?”
“How lucky we are.” Harry turned to his Bonded, wrapping his own arm around Draco's waist, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Harry still did not know what the future would bring. What would happen in a month, a year, or ten. What he did know was that the future had never been brighter.
The End

A/N:
A/N: Aaaaaand scene. I did mess around with the ages and stuff of the canon kids, and I'm aware that I skipped over Albus. In terms of my fic-Harry's feelings towards Dumbledore, it made more sense to me to omit him.
I feel like I'm letting go of a child in finishing this story. It's the longest piece of fiction, fan or original I have ever written. (Did I say that already? It's possible, heh.) Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read this story, comment on it, kudo it, bookmark, subscribe, rec it, or anything else. I had no idea how this story would be received when I first started working on it, and even now I'm amazed at how well people have responded to it. Thank you so, so, so much.
Until next time,
James
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