Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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A Secret
Chapter Number/Total: 47/52
Chapter Title: A Secret
Words: 2290 Words
Draco gasped, feeling Harry's magic flowing through the kiss, his desire like a fire fed by it.
Harry licked Draco's lips with the very tip of his tongue, stroking gently. His body thrummed with pleasure from this one kiss.
Draco's tongue met Harry's, slipping against his lover's.
"Mmm," Harry hummed very quietly. He thrust down against Draco, grinding their hips together - not because he was trying to imitate himself anymore, but simply because he couldn't help it.
Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he groaned, hard already from anticipation.
"I don't think I'll be satisfied with humping you this time," Harry said huskily as a small joke, though he was very serious. He brought a hand between them and grasped the front of Draco's trousers, using his other hand to hold himself up slightly with the couch.
"More would be good," Draco whispered, thrusting against his hand.
Both their clothes were gone then, without Harry even having to do a separate spell. He simply swept them away, almost literally, as they landed in a pile on the floor a few feet away. He stroked Draco's cock with his hand, looking down their bodies to watch.
"Gods!" Draco cried out, nearly coming from the magic and the touch.
Harry licked his lips again as he fisted Draco's cock, his own very hard as well. "You want to fuck, Draco Malfoy?" he asked, looking up at him.
"Yes, please fuck me," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, Harry Potter!"
Harry slid against Draco, pressing their naked chests together and then moving his mouth to his ear to whisper filthy things to him. "You want my cock?" he asked, tongue flicking out as he continued to stroke Draco.
"Oh, yes, I want your cock in the worst way and in all ways," Draco moaned.
"You want me to come inside you?" Harry asked, slicking his hand now as he stroked. "Fill you so much it's spilling out?"
"Yes, fill me to overflowing!" Draco cried.
Harry slowly slid his hand over Draco's balls, squeezing lightly on the way. He stroked the blond's entrance then. "Mmm," he said, "you want me to put my cock in this delicious little place right here?" He pressed a slick fingertip inside.
"Yes, inside me, deep inside me," Draco answered, head thrown back as he arched up.
Harry slid the finger in all the way, thrusting it gently and finding Draco's prostate. "This feel good?" he whispered. "I bet it feels so good you could come."
"Yes, yes," Draco gasped. "Please!"
Harry pressed another finger in now. "I so love your begging," he said. "So beautiful. Trembling and hard for me."
"All for you," Draco moaned. "All I ever wanted."
Harry gasped at that, trembling himself. "All for me," he whispered, licking Draco's ear again. He stretched him slowly, working a tingle of magic in his fingers without even meaning to.
"Oh, Gods, pleeease!" Draco cried out.
Harry gently took his fingers away, shivering slightly as he slicked himself with them. "All for you," he whispered as he pulled back a bit and lined himself up.
Draco forced his eyes open and looked into Harry's. "It was all I ever wanted," he said, "to be with you. To be yours."
"And you're all I ever needed," Harry replied, holding himself back. "Even before I knew it."
"Inside me," Draco said, still trembling.
Harry slipped slowly inside then, taking a slow, deep breath as he did. He gripped the arm of the couch near Draco's head for support as he pushed in.
Tears were welling up in Draco's eyes and he closed them, shaking at the intensity of his emotions. They had made it. They were together despite everything that had happened.
Harry continued to breathe deeply, looking down at Draco's face. Nothing mattered to him more and it was possible now to only care about him, to only care about Draco and Valen and his friends and not the rest of the bloody world.
"Mine," Draco said as he looked up again, tear tracks on his cheeks. "You were never completely mine until now," he said.
Harry kissed Draco's tears. "Completely yours now," he whispered. "Completely."
"Fuck me, fill me," Draco gasped.
Harry bit his lip before nipping Draco's, beginning to move his hips against him. It was the beginning of the rest of their lives. They would both watch their son grow. They would be able to tell their grandchildren about the robe shop and so much more. They had everything.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco was still weeping. He'd cried back then too.
Harry kissed Draco's neck, licking and sucking on the skin, taking in his taste, his scent, the feel of him. He thrust with a steady pace, making the strokes long and deep and slow, glistening with sweat and slightly damp from Draco's tears where his neck met his shoulder.
"Harry, my love," Draco said, hand reaching to grasp dark hair, his silver hand on his lover's hip.
Harry loved being called Draco's love. It was like being called the most important thing in the world. There was nothing he wanted to be more. He continued this slow fuck, working their bodies together as though they were one.
Draco relaxed into the rhythm of their bodies rocking, his lover sliding in and out of him and his magic swirling in waves that rose higher with each thrust.
Harry smirked a bit and wished for a mirror, remembering when he had done so before. One appeared alongside them, showing all of their bodies. One glance at it and Harry knew he would come soon. He groaned, rocking deeper.
"My love, my husband," Draco chanted, his body trembling on the edge, just waiting for Harry's magic.
Harry was gasping as he thrust, crying out. "Yours!" he shouted, coming as he thrust deep and gripped Draco's hair.
"Mine!" the blond screamed, holding tight to his lover as magic swept through them.
Harry shuddered and relaxed against Draco, pressing his face into his neck again. He felt a single tear fall from his eye and mingle with the sweat.
Draco was both laughing and crying, still holding Harry against his body.
Harry smiled against Draco's skin, beginning to laugh as well, though he didn't have a specific thing to laugh about. He'd never felt so light.
"Definitely worth it," Draco said.
"I don't know if anything has ever been worth more," Harry said happily.
Draco pulled Harry's hair gently, encouraging him to look at him.
Harry lifted his face at Draco's urging and stared at him, smiling softly as he raised an eyebrow.
"And I think that kiss was more than worth my secret." Draco smiled and kissed Harry's lips again.
Harry kissed Draco back and then pulled gently away. "What secret are you talking about?" he said.
Draco laughed again and sat up more, shaking his head at Harry.
Harry raised both eyebrows, slipping from Draco gently as he moved back a tad. "I really don't know what this secret is," he said. "Judging from your reaction, I'm being completely clueless and it should be something I know?"
The blond laughed harder, grinning. "It's not important. Not now," he said.
"Well, then why aren't you telling me?" Harry said, smiling and looking curiously at his husband.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It's silly really and I don't know why I never told you," he said.
"You are driving me mad with this," Harry said, still smiling. "You do know that you have to tell me now. I don't care how silly it is."
Draco's eyes widened as the compulsion pushed him. "Dobby wasn't my father's house-elf," he said quickly, and then laughed again.
Harry was quite confused by that. He laughed a bit at Draco laughing, though he didn't know what the blond was laughing at. "But I thought ..." he said. "Dobby said that he used to belong to your family."
"He did," Draco smiled, "but not to my father exactly."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Then whose was he ...?" he asked coyly, having a feeling he knew what this was about.
The blond shook his head, blushing. "Mine," he said.
"Draco Malfoy, you put that bloody house-elf on me, didn't you?" Harry said, laughing loudly now.
"Not exactly." Draco laughed more.
"What do you mean not exactly?" Harry said as he continued to chuckle.
"So, when did you first see the crazy thing?" Draco smirked.
"Summer before second year," Harry answered. "After which I got nearly expelled and then locked in my bedroom. Bloody insane elf. He'd stolen my letters all summer as well!" He laughed some more, remembering how angry he'd been and how much he couldn't care less now.
"Sounds like him all right," Draco said with a grin. "They gave him to me when I moved into my room at the Manor on my eleventh birthday. But do you remember what I told you about me that summer after first year?"
Harry smirked now. "You wanked over me all summer and carved my first initial into your bed."
"Yes, exactly," Draco laughed, "and I told the house-elf why I carved the 'H' on the bed and forbid him to fix it."
Harry shook his head at Draco. "I was wondering where a Malfoy house-elf had heard of Harry Potter's greatness," he said cockily, but playfully.
"Now you know." Draco chuckled. "Moaning about you in my bed and talking about you. You see, I could forbid him to tell anyone what I said. Then the barmy thing became obsessed with you as well!"
Harry laughed but made a face. "That's sort of gross," he said, and then after a moment, "You know the flying car? Dobby's fault. The Bludger that nearly killed me that year? Dobby's fault. He claimed he was trying to save my life because he knew the Chamber of Secrets was being opened, but he wouldn't tell me that. Oh, no. He only tried to injure me and get me kicked out."
"That's why I never told you," Draco said. "I didn't want you to blame it all on me. I didn't tell him to do all that. Apparently, he overheard my father's plans and came up with his own plan to save you."
Harry shook his head again and rolled his eyes. "Dobby's certainly a nutter," he said, "but he's come in quite handy a few times. You've helped me all along without knowing it. All because you wanked over me apparently." He laughed and kissed Draco's nose.
Draco smirked. "Now do you see why I thought it was so funny that you had him spying on me?"
Harry snorted and nodded. "He must have thought we were both mad. First you, for supposedly working on something for Voldemort against "the great Harry Potter", and then me, for having him first tail you and calling him to bring us food as we lay naked in bed after a fuck."
"Exactly." Draco laughed. "If he hadn't already been insane, I would say we caused it."
Harry laughed again and sighed. "Everyone thought we were mad at first."
"I was mad," Draco said quietly. "I was crazy mad about you from the moment I met you."
Harry smiled very happily. "I don't mind," he said.
"Good, because I think it is incurable," Draco said, reaching up to stroke a dark lock of hair from Harry's face.
Harry laughed softly and then laughed a little harder. "You know what all this talk about second year has me thinking of?" he said.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Draco said, smirking.
Harry smiled. "Ron, Hermione and I thought you were the heir of Slytherin," he said. "Ron and I Polyjuiced into Crabbe and Goyle to see if you would say anything about it and came and sat with you in your common room."
"You what?" Draco's eyes grew wide. "Hey, you're the Parselmouth, not me!"
Harry laughed. "Yes, well, I knew it wasn't me doing it," he said. "And you bloody well said you wanted to help whoever it was!"
"So you sat in the Slytherin common room and talked with me and I never knew it?" Draco asked, making a face.
Harry nodded. "Yep," he said. "It wasn't for that long, though. You even managed to insult Ron without him technically being there."
Draco managed to both laugh and grimace at the same time. "I didn't say or do anything embarrassing, did I?" he asked.
"You mean besides giving us an article that talked about Mr Weasley getting in trouble, saying that you hoped the next Muggle-born died and that it was Hermione, like I said, wanting to help the heir, and simply being a complete prat, then no," said Harry, shaking his head amusedly at Draco. "I still wonder how you managed to become friends with Ron and Hermione."
Draco was quiet for a moment, remembering. "It was the only world I knew, Harry," he said. "Father's world and opinions were all I had ever heard before I met you."
"I know, love," Harry said, stroking Draco's hair. "And perhaps I would have been completely different if I'd been sorted into Slytherin. But you're more amazing than most. You did what you did and managed to think for yourself despite the world you grew up in."
"Given what I saw of the Dursleys," Draco said, looking at him, "I would say you did so even faster than I did."
Harry sighed and nodded with a small shrug. "I always had hope that I belonged somewhere," he said quietly. "I never gave up. And I'm very glad you didn't either."
"I belong with you," Draco said.
Harry smiled. "Yes," he said. "I think we've both found where we belong."
Chapter Title: A Secret
Words: 2290 Words
Draco gasped, feeling Harry's magic flowing through the kiss, his desire like a fire fed by it.
Harry licked Draco's lips with the very tip of his tongue, stroking gently. His body thrummed with pleasure from this one kiss.
Draco's tongue met Harry's, slipping against his lover's.
"Mmm," Harry hummed very quietly. He thrust down against Draco, grinding their hips together - not because he was trying to imitate himself anymore, but simply because he couldn't help it.
Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he groaned, hard already from anticipation.
"I don't think I'll be satisfied with humping you this time," Harry said huskily as a small joke, though he was very serious. He brought a hand between them and grasped the front of Draco's trousers, using his other hand to hold himself up slightly with the couch.
"More would be good," Draco whispered, thrusting against his hand.
Both their clothes were gone then, without Harry even having to do a separate spell. He simply swept them away, almost literally, as they landed in a pile on the floor a few feet away. He stroked Draco's cock with his hand, looking down their bodies to watch.
"Gods!" Draco cried out, nearly coming from the magic and the touch.
Harry licked his lips again as he fisted Draco's cock, his own very hard as well. "You want to fuck, Draco Malfoy?" he asked, looking up at him.
"Yes, please fuck me," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, Harry Potter!"
Harry slid against Draco, pressing their naked chests together and then moving his mouth to his ear to whisper filthy things to him. "You want my cock?" he asked, tongue flicking out as he continued to stroke Draco.
"Oh, yes, I want your cock in the worst way and in all ways," Draco moaned.
"You want me to come inside you?" Harry asked, slicking his hand now as he stroked. "Fill you so much it's spilling out?"
"Yes, fill me to overflowing!" Draco cried.
Harry slowly slid his hand over Draco's balls, squeezing lightly on the way. He stroked the blond's entrance then. "Mmm," he said, "you want me to put my cock in this delicious little place right here?" He pressed a slick fingertip inside.
"Yes, inside me, deep inside me," Draco answered, head thrown back as he arched up.
Harry slid the finger in all the way, thrusting it gently and finding Draco's prostate. "This feel good?" he whispered. "I bet it feels so good you could come."
"Yes, yes," Draco gasped. "Please!"
Harry pressed another finger in now. "I so love your begging," he said. "So beautiful. Trembling and hard for me."
"All for you," Draco moaned. "All I ever wanted."
Harry gasped at that, trembling himself. "All for me," he whispered, licking Draco's ear again. He stretched him slowly, working a tingle of magic in his fingers without even meaning to.
"Oh, Gods, pleeease!" Draco cried out.
Harry gently took his fingers away, shivering slightly as he slicked himself with them. "All for you," he whispered as he pulled back a bit and lined himself up.
Draco forced his eyes open and looked into Harry's. "It was all I ever wanted," he said, "to be with you. To be yours."
"And you're all I ever needed," Harry replied, holding himself back. "Even before I knew it."
"Inside me," Draco said, still trembling.
Harry slipped slowly inside then, taking a slow, deep breath as he did. He gripped the arm of the couch near Draco's head for support as he pushed in.
Tears were welling up in Draco's eyes and he closed them, shaking at the intensity of his emotions. They had made it. They were together despite everything that had happened.
Harry continued to breathe deeply, looking down at Draco's face. Nothing mattered to him more and it was possible now to only care about him, to only care about Draco and Valen and his friends and not the rest of the bloody world.
"Mine," Draco said as he looked up again, tear tracks on his cheeks. "You were never completely mine until now," he said.
Harry kissed Draco's tears. "Completely yours now," he whispered. "Completely."
"Fuck me, fill me," Draco gasped.
Harry bit his lip before nipping Draco's, beginning to move his hips against him. It was the beginning of the rest of their lives. They would both watch their son grow. They would be able to tell their grandchildren about the robe shop and so much more. They had everything.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco was still weeping. He'd cried back then too.
Harry kissed Draco's neck, licking and sucking on the skin, taking in his taste, his scent, the feel of him. He thrust with a steady pace, making the strokes long and deep and slow, glistening with sweat and slightly damp from Draco's tears where his neck met his shoulder.
"Harry, my love," Draco said, hand reaching to grasp dark hair, his silver hand on his lover's hip.
Harry loved being called Draco's love. It was like being called the most important thing in the world. There was nothing he wanted to be more. He continued this slow fuck, working their bodies together as though they were one.
Draco relaxed into the rhythm of their bodies rocking, his lover sliding in and out of him and his magic swirling in waves that rose higher with each thrust.
Harry smirked a bit and wished for a mirror, remembering when he had done so before. One appeared alongside them, showing all of their bodies. One glance at it and Harry knew he would come soon. He groaned, rocking deeper.
"My love, my husband," Draco chanted, his body trembling on the edge, just waiting for Harry's magic.
Harry was gasping as he thrust, crying out. "Yours!" he shouted, coming as he thrust deep and gripped Draco's hair.
"Mine!" the blond screamed, holding tight to his lover as magic swept through them.
Harry shuddered and relaxed against Draco, pressing his face into his neck again. He felt a single tear fall from his eye and mingle with the sweat.
Draco was both laughing and crying, still holding Harry against his body.
Harry smiled against Draco's skin, beginning to laugh as well, though he didn't have a specific thing to laugh about. He'd never felt so light.
"Definitely worth it," Draco said.
"I don't know if anything has ever been worth more," Harry said happily.
Draco pulled Harry's hair gently, encouraging him to look at him.
Harry lifted his face at Draco's urging and stared at him, smiling softly as he raised an eyebrow.
"And I think that kiss was more than worth my secret." Draco smiled and kissed Harry's lips again.
Harry kissed Draco back and then pulled gently away. "What secret are you talking about?" he said.
Draco laughed again and sat up more, shaking his head at Harry.
Harry raised both eyebrows, slipping from Draco gently as he moved back a tad. "I really don't know what this secret is," he said. "Judging from your reaction, I'm being completely clueless and it should be something I know?"
The blond laughed harder, grinning. "It's not important. Not now," he said.
"Well, then why aren't you telling me?" Harry said, smiling and looking curiously at his husband.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It's silly really and I don't know why I never told you," he said.
"You are driving me mad with this," Harry said, still smiling. "You do know that you have to tell me now. I don't care how silly it is."
Draco's eyes widened as the compulsion pushed him. "Dobby wasn't my father's house-elf," he said quickly, and then laughed again.
Harry was quite confused by that. He laughed a bit at Draco laughing, though he didn't know what the blond was laughing at. "But I thought ..." he said. "Dobby said that he used to belong to your family."
"He did," Draco smiled, "but not to my father exactly."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Then whose was he ...?" he asked coyly, having a feeling he knew what this was about.
The blond shook his head, blushing. "Mine," he said.
"Draco Malfoy, you put that bloody house-elf on me, didn't you?" Harry said, laughing loudly now.
"Not exactly." Draco laughed more.
"What do you mean not exactly?" Harry said as he continued to chuckle.
"So, when did you first see the crazy thing?" Draco smirked.
"Summer before second year," Harry answered. "After which I got nearly expelled and then locked in my bedroom. Bloody insane elf. He'd stolen my letters all summer as well!" He laughed some more, remembering how angry he'd been and how much he couldn't care less now.
"Sounds like him all right," Draco said with a grin. "They gave him to me when I moved into my room at the Manor on my eleventh birthday. But do you remember what I told you about me that summer after first year?"
Harry smirked now. "You wanked over me all summer and carved my first initial into your bed."
"Yes, exactly," Draco laughed, "and I told the house-elf why I carved the 'H' on the bed and forbid him to fix it."
Harry shook his head at Draco. "I was wondering where a Malfoy house-elf had heard of Harry Potter's greatness," he said cockily, but playfully.
"Now you know." Draco chuckled. "Moaning about you in my bed and talking about you. You see, I could forbid him to tell anyone what I said. Then the barmy thing became obsessed with you as well!"
Harry laughed but made a face. "That's sort of gross," he said, and then after a moment, "You know the flying car? Dobby's fault. The Bludger that nearly killed me that year? Dobby's fault. He claimed he was trying to save my life because he knew the Chamber of Secrets was being opened, but he wouldn't tell me that. Oh, no. He only tried to injure me and get me kicked out."
"That's why I never told you," Draco said. "I didn't want you to blame it all on me. I didn't tell him to do all that. Apparently, he overheard my father's plans and came up with his own plan to save you."
Harry shook his head again and rolled his eyes. "Dobby's certainly a nutter," he said, "but he's come in quite handy a few times. You've helped me all along without knowing it. All because you wanked over me apparently." He laughed and kissed Draco's nose.
Draco smirked. "Now do you see why I thought it was so funny that you had him spying on me?"
Harry snorted and nodded. "He must have thought we were both mad. First you, for supposedly working on something for Voldemort against "the great Harry Potter", and then me, for having him first tail you and calling him to bring us food as we lay naked in bed after a fuck."
"Exactly." Draco laughed. "If he hadn't already been insane, I would say we caused it."
Harry laughed again and sighed. "Everyone thought we were mad at first."
"I was mad," Draco said quietly. "I was crazy mad about you from the moment I met you."
Harry smiled very happily. "I don't mind," he said.
"Good, because I think it is incurable," Draco said, reaching up to stroke a dark lock of hair from Harry's face.
Harry laughed softly and then laughed a little harder. "You know what all this talk about second year has me thinking of?" he said.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Draco said, smirking.
Harry smiled. "Ron, Hermione and I thought you were the heir of Slytherin," he said. "Ron and I Polyjuiced into Crabbe and Goyle to see if you would say anything about it and came and sat with you in your common room."
"You what?" Draco's eyes grew wide. "Hey, you're the Parselmouth, not me!"
Harry laughed. "Yes, well, I knew it wasn't me doing it," he said. "And you bloody well said you wanted to help whoever it was!"
"So you sat in the Slytherin common room and talked with me and I never knew it?" Draco asked, making a face.
Harry nodded. "Yep," he said. "It wasn't for that long, though. You even managed to insult Ron without him technically being there."
Draco managed to both laugh and grimace at the same time. "I didn't say or do anything embarrassing, did I?" he asked.
"You mean besides giving us an article that talked about Mr Weasley getting in trouble, saying that you hoped the next Muggle-born died and that it was Hermione, like I said, wanting to help the heir, and simply being a complete prat, then no," said Harry, shaking his head amusedly at Draco. "I still wonder how you managed to become friends with Ron and Hermione."
Draco was quiet for a moment, remembering. "It was the only world I knew, Harry," he said. "Father's world and opinions were all I had ever heard before I met you."
"I know, love," Harry said, stroking Draco's hair. "And perhaps I would have been completely different if I'd been sorted into Slytherin. But you're more amazing than most. You did what you did and managed to think for yourself despite the world you grew up in."
"Given what I saw of the Dursleys," Draco said, looking at him, "I would say you did so even faster than I did."
Harry sighed and nodded with a small shrug. "I always had hope that I belonged somewhere," he said quietly. "I never gave up. And I'm very glad you didn't either."
"I belong with you," Draco said.
Harry smiled. "Yes," he said. "I think we've both found where we belong."