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To Become Whole Again	By : TibbytheWitchy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48104 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Ch. 5: Perfection and Happiness (In This One Moment)

Harry sat in a wide and deep tub, his hair framing his face in wet tangles courtesy of the enchanted ceiling from where the scalding water of his shower fell like rain. So much had changed; he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it all, and around exactly just how much was changing. So he sat, and he soaked, in shock.

Amid the senseless noise in his head he found himself remembering that last memory, of him and Draco, playing on the floor of Mrs. Figg’s cluttered living room while she and Lucius talked in hushed tones. Hot tears burned in his eyes that he couldn’t have been taken then, that instead he had to grow up abused and neglected to the point of torture. And worse, once he’d finally gotten away, to a place he thought was safe and amazing, it was a lie and he had only been used.

His anger was focused at Dumbledore. Solely Dumbledore. If it weren’t for him he could have grown up with his parents, and magic, and friends. He wouldn’t have been starved and beaten, but loved. Maybe Ron and Hermoine would have really been his friends if Dumbledore hadn’t gotten to them first and used them against him.

All the while these thoughts drifted in his head and a tiny voice in the back of it screamed at him. Unworthy. Useless. Weak. The tears began to spill and he put the temperature up higher, setting the rain to fall violently down.

That was how Draco found him a while later. His skin a deep vivid red, chest heaving with the sobs that forced crystalline tears from his eyes, discernable from the water for their purity and lack of violence as they fell. Draco wanted to rage and cry at the same time for his mate, his veela screaming at him and looking around, trying to find the cause of their mates sorrow and pain.

Gently he turned the water off, wincing from the heat pouring from Harry’s skin. Gathering Harry up in a thick terry cloth towel he carried him to the bed, wrapping his wings around them both as he held Harry through his screams and sobs. Each one tearing at him, his veela pacing inside of him, instincts demanding that he kill whatever was doing this to his sweet mate.

But there was nothing to kill.

It seemed like it went on forever, though Draco knew it could have only been a few hours. His hold never loosened, his voice did break however, as he whispered sweet nothings in his mate’s ear, finally breaking to plead, “Please, my beloved, you’re breaking my heart with your tears,”

Harry, it seemed, couldn’t hear him, or if he did, he was too far gone to comprehend Draco’s broken plea.

Finally, after eternity, it stopped. Harry dropping into a fitful sleep, whining pitifully when Draco shifted as though to lay him down, his head burying itself in Draco’s chest while his hands tightened their hold on his shirt. Draco tightened his hold on Harry, regretting, nor for the first time, his behavior to his mate in years past.

At first it was him being a bratty 11 year old that time in Madame Molkins, never imagining that Harry would refuse to be his friend. He was, after all, Draco Malfoy, he had been spoiled his entire life by all three of his parents and his Aunt Cissa. So after he saw Harry, and wanted desperately to be close to the small boy, and was rejected, his anger and bruised ego would form an intense need to get back at Harry that would last for nearly four years.

The summer after third year however Draco had to admit the truth. He’d never hated Harry. How could he? Harry was perfect in his eyes, and he finally admitted to himself the truth that had really developed in the last year: he was in love with the boy who lived to hate him. It broke his heart to know that should he come out, as it was, to Harry that he would be met with nothing but the hate that he himself had made form in Harry’s heart. So instead he tried to show off, at the Quidditch world cup and also with that blasted hippogriff, and he failed.

Badly.

So he settled instead for continuing their “rivalry” so that he could see Harry’s face, flushed and utterly beautiful, to pull up later when his hand was wrapped around his leaking cock, and pretend for a few minutes that instead of anger that face was flushed with pleasure. But each time he did so it tore a little more at his heart to be hurting his Harry. Still, each fight would give him a glimpse of his Harry wide eyed and flushed face, and his ass. Oh Merlin, his ass, swaying angrily away…

Draco moaned low, his cock stirring to life against Harry’s ass. Harry sighed, wriggling in his sleep as though reading Draco’s mind. Draco had to bite his lip to keep quiet, his hips flexing up without his thinking.

“I’m sorry,” harry said suddenly, slightly shaking as he woke up and remembered how he got into this position. Thankfully he wasn’t freaking out as bad as last time, but he still refused to look Draco in the eye. His hands fell from Draco’s shirt to his lap, trying to cover his growing erection, cheeks heating instantly.

Draco chuckled, moving with preternatural speed to lay Harry down on the bed, discarding the towel as he did so, and coming to crouch over him on all fours. Regretting what he meant as a playful move at the fear that began to cloud those lovely eyes. He lowered his body, hands going to Harry’s face and tip it up so that he could place a soft but deep kiss on those lush lips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I would never harm you… I would rather, much rather, die,”

Panic came to Harry’s eyes as he shook his head frantically, “No, no, you can’t leave me, you promised!,”

“Shhh,” Draco kissed him again, “I’m not going anywhere, ever,”

He kissed Harry again, quickly becoming addicted to his mate’s rich taste. Harry moaned thrusting up against Draco, his cock leaking against Draco’s slacks as the kiss went on and on, getting rougher and deeper. Not a duel for dominance, no, Harry gave that up quickly and submitted fully to his mate.

Draco broke the kiss, trailing big open kisses down Harry’s neck, pausing occasionally to suck at a particularly sensitive place. The tiny mewls and groans coming from Harry making his pants unbearably hard and he thrust down against Harry’s ever-moving hips.

He passed the pulse beating hard and erratic under his tongue, not trusting himself to not give in and bite down; he didn’t want to do that quite yet. Everything had to perfect for this, he’d waited far too long and he wanted to explore his mate’s body. Everything would be perfect for his Harry if that meant that he spent all damn night without cumming.

After sucking a deep purple mark (on an apparently rather sensitive, if the sounds coming from Harry’s mouth were anything to go by) on Harry’s slim collarbone, Draco moved down the thing chest to one dark nipple, biting and sucking at it while the other was rolled and plucked in time with his mouth.

“Ughnnn…. Please… more,” Harry gasped through ragged breathing, arching under Draco’s expert fingers that were playing him like a violin. Draco lifted his head, silver eyes gleaming with an inner fire as he kissed down the nearly conclaved stomach (his veela noticing it shrewdly and making plans already to prove itself more than capable of providing for it’s mate – which Draco whole heartedly agreed with), to Harry’s weeping cock.

Licking off the precum covering the head as Harry’s hips jerked roughly, Draco planted his hands on those slim hips, taking total control. He took just the head into the moist cavern of his mouth, ignoring the litany of pleases and mores as he pushed the foreskin down gently with his teen, the tip of his tongue running around under the gland and sucking strongly. His tongue traced down the vein on the underside as he slid Harry’s cock deeper into his mouth inch by inch until his nose to pressed to his pubic bone, the tip of Harry’s cock just touching the back of his throat as he sucked strongly and started to bob his head.

“Yes… more… I… gotta…please!” Harry babbled trying to push his hips up but was stopped by Draco’s grip, his hands, however, were free to grip Draco’s hair, sobbing for relief as he did so. Draco sucked harder, wanting to taste Harry as he spilled into his mouth. Not a second later he got his wish as Harry screamed his climax. Draco drank most of it down, relishing the flavor on his tongue and going quickly up Harry’s body to kiss him. Shoving his tongue into Harry’s mouth to share.

On his knee’s above Harry’s still raggedly breathing body, Draco shouted, “Acio!” before putting the jar of lube down beside him. He stripped off his clothes and laid his body against Harry. Draco’s breath catched as their skin touched and his cock, swollen and hard the tip nearly purple with the barely suppressed need to come, and dripping precum, slid against Harry’s stomach, the friction almost making him cum right then and there.

Growling he said, “On your knee’s,”

Harry turned over quickly, a hunger in his eyes but deeper, behind the gryfinndor bravado and courage, was an anxious nervousness. Draco was held, enchanted by that gaze, until Harry broke it hanging his head down and arching his back. Draco moaned at the sight of that winking at him from between those perfect mounds Harry called an ass. He quickly gave into temptation to squeeze them and hold them apart, tongue finding Harry’s entrance and licking quickly, moaning again at the thick, musky taste.

“Please… Draco,” Harry panted, “Need you,”

Draco nearly came just from that, hearing the sound of his name falling from Harry’s lips, the tone chocked with passion and not anger. Some little acknowledge fissure in his heart healed over just from that as he quickly lubed his fingers, not wanting to waste another moment, wanting to be buried deep inside his beloved. He was unprepared for the way that Harry’s ass would wrap tight around his single didgit as it slid to the knuckle.

Draco knew when he found Harry’s prostate as his little mate bowed again, ass pushed tight against his finger as Harry chanted, “right there… yes…more…”

He added another, scissoring quickly, desperate to be in his mate, buried balls deep. As he added a third he heard Harry whimper, he was deliberately running his fingers over Harry’s spot again and again, sometimes lingering to stroke gently.

“Now!... Please, need you, please,” Harry whispered harshly, pushing his hips back for more, cock leaking precum on to the dark duvet below, the pearly drops standing out in vivid contrast. Draco draped himself over his mate, mouth kissing at the top of his spine as he fit the head of his cock against Harry’s twitching, aching hole.

“Beg me,”

“Please… Please…Claim me, Draco!”

With a growl of ‘Mine!’ Draco slammed in until his balls hit Harry’s bass and stopped. Each moment agony as he waited for Harry to adjust to his cock. The warm flesh wrapped impossibly tight around him and pulling at him like it wanted him deeper, impossibly deeper.

Harry pushed his ass back, whimpering an almost silent plea for more. Draco pulled out slowly, groaning at the way Harry’s ass fought to keep him in. He Went till just the tip of his cock remained in Harry before slamming home again and again. Adjusting his thrusts as his hands came to grip Harry’s hips, pulling them back roughly in time to meet his cock. He felt as Harry’s body shuddered when his cock head rammed into his prostate. Aiming for that spot, Draco frantically fucked his mate, the sounds of groans and slapping flesh filled the spacious room.

Draco growled when Harry’s hand reached for his cock, Hands leaving his hips to capture Harry’s hands.

“Noooo, Draco! Please… Please… Please…” Harry begged, practically sobbing as he bared his throat when Draco’s lips traced to there. Slamming harder Draco bit down when his fangs and canines found Harry’s jugular, the pulse beating so strongly Draco could already practically taste to blood.

Harry screamed, cumming in white ribbons onto the duvet below. The combination of his mates blood, like ambrosia against his lips, and the walls contracting almost to the point of pain around his cock sent Draco over the edge, screaming, “Mine!,” as his cock emptied with long spurt inside his mate. Magic swirled around them in colors without names as Draco’s wings wrapped around his mate, softened cock slipping out as he turned Harry around in his arms, cuddling his exhausted mate to him as they fell asleep. Right before slipping under though he heard Harry whisper, “Yours… just… yours,” with a yawn.

A livid Dumbledore threw his bowl of lemondrops at the wall as he was informed by the ministry that one Harry James Potter had been claimed by his mate Draco Lusan Malfoy. Over in a darkened forgotten corner of the office the two male founders of Hogwarts lay entwined in their portrait, Salazar laughing his ass off, “it’s about damn time your heir claimed mine,”

Godric smiled, pulling his lover to him with a wicked grin that was far better suited on a Slytherin than the founder of Gryfinndor himself, “And it’s been far too long since I claimed you,”

“Bloody right! It’s been an hour,” Salazar pouted before they lost themselves to their passion, Dumbledore’s ranting and raving their soundtrack as they let themselves forget for a while the world and its troubles.

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