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Catch Me if You Can	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Harry, Mr. Malfoy, would you like to wake up now?” The headmaster asked, gently shaking Draco.
‘No, I would NOT like to get up!’ Draco thought, but groaned. “Fine. I’m up.” The blond grumbled, sitting up and gently kissing Harry awake.
Harry yawned, then wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. “Mm, that was fun. Let’s never do it again.” He said sarcastically. “Thank you for not letting me seduce you, Draco. I can’t believe I did that.” He said, grinning and blushing.
Draco leaned in and placed a light kiss on his lips. “That’s okay, I enjoyed the attention.”
Harry flushed as Dumbledore left the room. He took Draco’s hand, playing absently with the blonde’s fingers and staring at them intently. “Draco, I want to tell you something that I have never told someone before, not for real, like this.” He said, glancing up at Draco’s face, then back down to their joined hands. “I never really had a parent’s love, not that I can remember, at least, so I’m not sure what love really is, I suppose. I feel really happy when I think of my parents being together, seeing how they smile in pictures, so carefree and happy together. I don’t know if my friends love me, or just really like me, although I’m pretty sure Ron loves me like a brother, but I don’t know how I feel for them, except that there’s not many things I wouldn’t do for them, if they asked. But with YOU…” Harry finally looked up into Draco’s eyes, cupping the blonde’s face as he stared at him wonderingly. “With YOU, it’s all different. I’ve NEVER had this feeling about ANYONE before, and I’m almost sure there’s only one name for it. I’d do whatever it took to make you happy. If you needed me to kill off several hundred people to keep you from dying, I think I could do it. If you needed me to sacrifice myself for you, I would. If… If you had been serving Voldemort, and I was facing you on the battlefield, and you were pointing your wand at me, ready to kill me for him… I’d have let the world burn for you, Draco. I love you.” He finished firmly.
Draco’s eyes filled with tears at the heartfelt sincerity behind Harry’s words. He wrapped the Gryffindor up in a hug, laughing through the tears. “Damn, Harry, that’s the most poetic thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
Harry laughed as they drew apart, his cheeks red. “Yeah, well, I’m not very good at declarations of undying affection.” He said shyly.
Draco looked at him, seriously. “I thought it was beautiful. Thank you, Harry. Those words meant more to me than you will ever know.”
*****
Harry walked into the library, wondering why Draco wanted to meet so close to dinner time. They only had half an hour before it would be time to eat.
He sat in a seat facing the entrance, waiting for Draco.
“Harry?” Draco saw him from the entrance and smiled, holding out a hand. “Would you like to come with me?” He asked softly.
Harry smiled and stood, walking toward him, wondering what the blond was hiding behind his back. “I would, Draco.” He answered, blushing.
His blush deepened as he finally stood in front of Draco and the blond pulled a bouquet of red and white roses from behind his back. He smiled. “I love you, Harry. I see and respect your purity, but I wish to close the space between us and remove that last barrier so that we may become closer than most can even conceive of. I wish to make love to you, Harry. Will you allow me to?” He asked the last in a whisper, flushing as a hint of doubt entered his voice.
Harry smiled, accepting the roses happily. “I will, Draco. I didn’t know you were so romantic.” He teased.
Draco frowned. “I’m not. This is all a figment of your imagination.” He said firmly. “Now can we get out of here before the rest of the student body begin to hallucinate as well, thereby ruining my evil bastard reputation?” He asked.
Harry laughed softly, taking Draco’s hand and letting the blond lead him out of the library. After a few minutes and a few turns Harry was unfamiliar with, the brunette finally sighed. “Not that I’m worried or anything, but where exactly are we going?” He asked.
Draco smirked. “To our new rooms. It’s closest to the Hufflepuff common room, since they’re oblivious enough to not realize what the noises are should we forget silencing charms, and they’re not as dangerous as Ravenclaws.” He said. “They won’t try to STUDY us.” He added with a shudder.
Harry giggled, burying his face in the roses and inhaling the sweet, heady aroma of the flowers.
Draco watched Harry, feeling supremely pleased that he had managed to make the teen so happy with just flowers. However, if Harry expected that to be the highlight of the evening, he was sorely mistaken. Draco had so much more planned.
Harry looked up as Draco stopped, facing a picture of two silvery unicorns. “Purest light.” He said, and the picture opened to reveal a darkened room.
Draco went in first, then covered Harry’s eyes. He pulled Harry in and released his hand. “Keep your eyes closed for a second, and don’t move.” He said softly.
Harry nodded.
Draco left him. Harry heard him lighting something with a quiet spell, and then he heard him grumbling to himself as he shuffled things around a bit. “Okay, open your eyes.” He said.
Harry opened his eyes and gasped, looking at the table in the center of the room, set for two. Draco had been lighting the two taper candles on it, which now gave off the slight scent of vanilla, and there were two covered plates set on the table, each with a wineglass by it that was already filled with what looked like butterbeer.
“Couldn’t get wine?” Harry teased.
Draco sighed. “’We’s don’t serves alcohol in school!’” Draco said, imitating the house elves. “I tried to.” He finished.
Harry smiled, taking Draco’s hand. “It’s lovely. And to be honest, I’m not too fond of wine.” He said.
Draco smiled. “Good. Here, let me take those.” He said, taking the flowers. He put them in a vase on the table near the window, which was covered with blackout curtains.
Harry grinned. “So, how did you put all this together?” He teased. “Bribe a ministry official?”
Draco snorted. “Pansy mostly, with a little help from Blaise. She’s wonderful to have around for things like this. And bribing the ministry is my FATHER’S hobby, not mine, thank you very much.”
Draco pulled out a chair for Harry, then sat opposite him. “I love you, Harry. Let there be no mistaking this, you are the only one for me. I am nothing without you, but if you find that you don’t want me, I want you free to find another. For that reason alone, I will not Mark you as mine tonight. You will have time to experience the life you will lead as my mate, should you ask for the Bite, and only when I feel you are ready to make that choice will I let you ask for the Bite. Until I feel you have seen all you’ll need to know about me and my family, I must ask you to please not ask. It will be a temptation I am not sure I can resist, and I do not want you to ever regret the path you took. Can you agree to that?”
Harry bit his lip. “Yes, I think I can. But why are you saying this NOW?”
“I don’t want any secrets between us when we finally DO take that final step, if you choose to. But I will need time to tell you the things you’ll need to know. Some of them are… Uncommon, and it’s not all pretty.” Draco explained. “However, there is a meal to be eaten, and lovemaking to be had, so shall we begin the night now?” He finished on a lighter note.
Harry smiled. “Okay.”
Draco took the lid off of Harry’s plate first, revealing some kind of meat dish Harry had never seen before. He then took the lid off his own, and Harry was glad to see that they had gotten the same thing, at least.
“Um, at the risk of sounding plebian, what is this?” Harry asked, poking at it curiously.
Draco smiled. “Something I was almost sure you’ve never tried. It’s veal scaloppini marsala. You’ll like it, trust me.” He said, taking a bite and closing his eyes in bliss. “I will never tire of Italian food.”
Harry tried a bite, and his eyes widened at the first taste. “Wow. Not bad!” He said in surprise.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Not bad, he says. Harry, this is a very high-class dish. At least give it the respect it deserves!”
Harry hid a grin. “Right. Respect the food. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“Fine, ignore me.” Draco groused.
“Okay.” Harry said, turning his attention to his food.
“I didn’t mean it!”
Harry ignored him.
“Prat.”
Harry chuckled softly at Draco’s offended tone. “So, what all are you planning for tonight, after this?” He asked.
Draco gaped at him in disgust. “Are you SERIOUS?! That would be ruining the surprise, you ingrate!” He huffed. “I can’t believe you’d even ASK that.” He grumbled.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Drama queen.” He said teasingly.
“Malfoy, actually.” Draco said silkily. “I’m afraid it’s in my blood. But you’ll learn to love it.” He assured Harry, smirking.
Harry groaned, unable to hide a grin. “Wonderful. So if your penchant for the dramatic came from your father, I’m assuming the never-ending preening came from your mother?” Harry asked innocently, his eyes shining with restrained laughter.
Draco gritted his teeth, then bared them in what he hoped resembled a smile. “I do not PREEN, Love. I merely make sure I look good.”
Harry finally let the laughter escape. “Wow, that one struck a nerve!” He snickered. “I don’t mind your preening, but at least admit that no normal male stands in front of the mirror for an hour or more every morning.”
“I will admit no such thing, and I will thank you to kindly shut. Up.” Draco replied haughtily.
Harry finished his last bite of the dish and licked his fork suggestively, locking his eyes on Draco. “Fair enough, I guess.” He said finally, once Draco’s eyes had glazed over and turned silver. “But I’ll get you to admit it someday.”
“I fucking love you.” Draco sighed, shaking his head with a smile.
Harry bit his lip, smiling back. “I love you, too, Draco.”
Draco cleared his throat, setting his fork down. He tapped the table and two plates of broccoli covered in cheese sauce replaced the first dish.
Harry chuckled. “Now, THIS I recognize!”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Ha, ha, Harry. I don’t like vegetables.” He explained.
Harry smiled. “Cute.”
“I am NOT ‘cute.’” Draco groused. “I’m SEXY.”
Harry nodded. “Very.” He agreed, taking a bite of his broccoli.
Draco narrowed his eyes, starting to eat. ‘That was entirely TOO easy.’ He thought, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“So, if you didn’t like me before, why would I end up being your mate? What if we weren’t compatible?”
Draco heard the other shoe hit the floor with a deafening ‘thud.’ He flushed. “Well, I…” He trailed off, mumbling something quietly and turning his head away.
Harry smiled. “Oh? I didn’t catch that, but judging by the body language and that gorgeous blush, this is something I want to hear. A bit louder and clearer, please?”
Draco scowled at him, mortified. “I’ve always had a bit of a ‘thing’ for you, okay?! Ever since third year!” He said defensively.
Harry stopped eating, his eyes darkening. “You’ve liked me that long?” He asked softly.
Draco flushed and stared at his hands as they toyed with the fork. “Yeah.” He whispered. “You were fit. I couldn’t help it. That’s the year I realized that blokes got me hotter than any GIRLS ever have. So I was looking around, and… Well, you’ve always attracted my attention the most. So I guess it was inevitable that I discovered that you had a nice body. And… Your fire has always attracted me. I realized that year that I just wanted it to burn for ME.” He explained.
Harry stood up, disregarding the food. “I’m full. I want you now, Draco.” He said, his voice rough.
Draco looked up at him, shocked. “What?!”
“That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. I want you to SHOW me what you mean now.” Harry clarified.
Draco licked his lips. “Okay.” He stood.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist. “You are so hot, Draco.” He said softly.
Draco smiled. “So, does that mean that I’m the only one you’ll ever want?” He asked.
“Do you want it to?” Harry purred, taking Draco’s hand and kissing each fingertip in turn.
Draco licked his lips. “Oh, FUCK.” He whispered as his eyes bled silver again and his fangs descended. “Yes, Harry, I do. But you can’t be sure of that yet. In any case, let’s go. The bedroom is through here.” He said, opening a door and leading Harry into the large room.
There was a desk against one wall, with another covered window in front of it, and a small bookcase beside the desk. There was a wardrobe next to another door that Harry assumed led to the loo. The only other furniture in the room was a large bed.
The bed was a huge mahogany four-poster, and Draco’s black satin sheets were already on it, covered with a black comforter sprinkled with silver stars that twinkled intermittently. The pillows were silver, and the hangings around it were also of sheer silvery cloth.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Did you do this all for me?” He asked.
Draco flushed. “Um… No?” He tried.
Harry smiled happily. “That’s sweet of you, Draco. I appreciate it.”
“Okay, now can we get into the bed, PLEASE?” Draco asked, eager to see Harry’s reaction to satin sheets.
Harry chuckled and let Draco slowly pull the tie off of him, then unbutton his shirt, brushing his fingers over new bits of skin as they became exposed. Harry drew in gasping breaths, shivering as his body became sensitized all over, making every touch feel ten times more intense.
“Merlin, Harry, your body is so beautiful. Even the scars you have, like this one,” He traced a scar below Harry’s right nipple where he had been caught with a wire at ten because Dudley had thrown an old toy at him during a tantrum. “The one here,” He knelt and licked at the marks where Harry had fallen on the rake when he was seven and the spikes on it had pierced his side, just missing his left kidney. “Every last mark on your perfect body is gorgeous, at least to me.” Draco whispered, looking up at Harry in sheer adoration. “I love you, SO much.”
Harry swallowed past a lump in his throat, unable to speak. He grabbed the blonde’s shoulders and hauled him up, kissing him fervently, grabbing his hair in both fists as Harry felt the warm wetness of tears running down his face. Never in his entire life had he ever felt as very WORTHY of being worshipped as Draco made him feel.
The blond made him feel as though he were the only man on Earth that deserved more than a disinterested glance in their direction, and made Harry sure that no one else would ever be worthy of touching Harry’s body, a gift that Draco reveled in being granted.
Harry finally broke the kiss. “Draco, admiring my body is one thing, but taking forever undressing me is another thing ENTIRELY.” He joked.
Draco flushed. “Fine, then I’ll just rip your clothes off, throw you onto the bed and fuck you raw, shall I?” He purred, pressing Harry against the wall and grinding against him as he worked the teen’s trousers off.
“Actually,” Harry threw his head back, panting and groaning as Draco’s teeth sunk into his neck. “Actually, that sounds wonderful.” He choked out, cursing as Draco brushed his hand over Harry’s thin boxers, pressing teasingly against the hardness there.
Draco chuckled. “Mm, you want me.”
“Oh, so you noticed?” Harry shot back, crying out when Draco’s hand squeezed his shaft, derailing his train of thought completely. “Dammit, Draco, if I don’t have you inside me soon, I’ll DIE!” He whimpered, desperately pushing back against the hand that offered him such glorious friction.
Draco shivered. “You have no idea what your words do to me, Love.” He said, kneeling and pulling off Harry’s boxers.
Harry looked down at Draco, still fully clothed, kneeling at his feet gazing raptly at Harry’s erection. “Dra-” Harry choked as Draco plunged onto his shaft eagerly, taking in as much as he could and sucking.
Draco wrapped his hand around the part of Harry’s cock that his mouth couldn’t fit, and began bobbing his head, swirling his tongue as well as he could around the head, then using it to massage the underside of Harry’s cock.
Harry tried to throw his head back, but it hit the wall, not that Harry noticed.
Draco heard the thump and looked up, seeing Harry’s head against the wall, and chuckled around the shaft in his throat.
Harry cursed and his knees gave out. His cock slipped from Draco’s hand and mouth as his whole body crumpled to the floor. He sighed, a dazed grin on his face. “Well, bugger. But that felt WONDERFUL, Draco. Where did you learn to do that?”
Draco snorted. “Sure you want to know?” He asked.
Harry considered the question, then shrugged. “Not particularly, no. Could you help me onto the bed, now?”
Draco smirked and spelled himself naked, then picked Harry up.
“BLOODY HELL! DON’T YOU DARE DROP ME!” Harry shouted, clinging to Draco’s neck for dear life as Draco carried him bridal-style to the bed, gently laying him atop the comforter.
“You’re light. I wouldn’t drop you.” Draco said, not even out of breath. He pulled back half of the comforter. “Come on, get under the blankets. It’s nice, trust me.”
Harry frowned, but pushed down the blankets on his side, and gasped. “Oh, wow. Draco, you absolute HEDONIST!” Harry moaned, squirming around on the sheets, feeling them slide over his naked skin like water.
Draco chuckled darkly, watching Harry lustfully. “Harry, I am going to ruin you for any other man on this Earth.” He said softly, crawling toward his mate slowly, never looking away from those vivid green eyes.
Harry gulped, his eyes wide. Draco was absolutely ethereal, coming toward him on all fours, his eyes glowing silver, fangs extended and poking out over his lower lip, platinum-blond hair hanging around his shoulders, moving gently with every breath the Slytherin took. “Please.” He whispered, entranced with the beauty before him. “Please, do.”
Draco pushed Harry into the mattress, laying his body atop the other teen’s, sliding a hand up Harry’s side, over his ribs, around to trace his chest, shoulder, finally sliding up his slender neck to tangle in his dark hair. “Are you ready for this?” He asked.
Harry smiled. “Eager.” He answered.
Draco cast a quick spell, then looked into Harry’s eyes. “I want to do this natural with you. I’m clean. I’ve only had one lover, and we always used condoms. I didn’t want to have to worry when I found The One.” Draco said, caressing Harry’s cheek. “The spell I used will prevent pregnancy, but I want no barriers between us.”
Harry nodded. “If you’re sure, then it’s fine with me.” He agreed.
Draco quickly cast a lubricating charm on his fingers, sliding one into Harry gently, soothing the teen when he tensed. “Calm down. Relax and let me in. I won’t hurt you, but you need to accept me or I can’t help it.”
Harry sighed, forcing the muscles to loosen. He sucked in a quick breath when Draco pulled the finger out and pushed it back in with another.
“Push back against it.” Draco said, and smiled when the passage became pliant. He began scissoring the fingers, stretching the hole as well as he could before pulling the fingers out and adding a third. “Ready?” He asked, wriggling them.
Harry nodded, gritting his teeth.
Draco chuckled. “No, you’re not.” He curled his fingers, rubbing them against Harry’s prostate, and Harry gasped, convulsing. “But NOW you are.” Draco finished smugly.
“Fuck.” Harry breathed.
“I’m going to.” Draco promised seriously, casting the lubrication spell on his cock and guiding it to Harry’s opening. “Push back, Love. I’ll go as slow as you need.”
Harry pushed back against the pressure, gasping as it slowly began sliding inside him. It was a strange feeling, though not unwelcome. It was something he had been wondering about, and didn’t hurt quite as badly as he had feared. Draco wasn’t making it painful at ALL. Instead, he was making it as painless as he could, and easing any pains that couldn’t be avoided.
Draco slid in slowly, watching Harry’s face carefully, brushing his cheek tenderly when the brunette paused and winced. “Almost there, Love. Just a bit more.” He whispered, finally sighing when he was fully seated in Harry’s body. “There. Are you alright?”
Harry groaned. “I’m fine, but this feels… REALLY weird.” He said, frowning. “Not so sure I’m a fan of this.”
Draco chuckled. “Don’t worry. You will be.” He pulled out and then pushed back in, and Harry’s breathing hitched as Draco brushed up against something inside him, and the resulting sensation was DIVINE.
“Do that AGAIN.” Harry moaned, tilting his hips so that Draco could hit the same spot repeatedly.
Draco chuckled, grabbing Harry’s hips and holding them in the same position as he slammed himself back into his body. He gritted his teeth as Harry whimpered and arched, grabbing at the pillow above his head and squeezing his eyes shut. He was a sight to behold, and Draco KNEW that, had he wanted to, he could come just from LOOKING at his beauty of a mate.
He pulled out and pushed back in slowly.
Harry whined, desperately, then shuddered when Draco finally stilled, buried balls-deep in his body again. “That was cruel.” He moaned, shivering.
Draco raised a brow. “And you’re not? Arching your back and raising your arms, shamelessly putting on a show. Honestly, Potter, you HAVE to know how sexy you look.” He purred, rotating his hips as he spoke, causing Harry to gasp helplessly when Draco’s erection grazed his prostate. “No? Oh. My mistake.” He finished, grinning as he began pounding into Harry ruthlessly.
Harry whimpered and mewled, writhing as Draco kept up the punishing pace he had set, slamming into his prostate over and over again. “Shit, Draco, I’m gonna- Oohhh, FUCK!” He screamed loudly as he came, cum pooling on his stomach as Draco gasped and tensed, then leaned down and bit him on the base of his neck, making him gasp again.
“Mm, wow, Harry.” Draco pulled out and rolled off of Harry, grabbing his wand and casting cleaning charms. “That was bloody fantastic. Best sex of my LIFE.” He purred, curling around Harry’s body and sighing happily.
Harry grinned happily. “Mm, me, too.” Harry dazedly agreed.
Draco chuckled. “Oh, right!” He pointed his wand at the table, summoning a small, covered dish to the bed. “We forgot dessert.” He said.
“Didn’t we just have that?” Harry asked. “Felt like dessert to ME.”
Draco snorted. “Well, this isn’t as good as sex, but…” He uncovered it and held up a plump, ripe strawberry covered in white chocolate. “They’re still pretty good, regardless.”
Harry sat up, smiling. “Draco, you are the BEST!”
Draco just smiled and pressed the berry to Harry’s lips, licking his own when Harry took a bite and moaned, closing his eyes in bliss. “You sexy Gryffindor.” He said, shaking his head in amusement. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you. And you called ME hedonistic?”
Harry took another bite and shoved Draco back, pinning him and kissing him to share the flavor of the berry and the chocolate intermingled, coating both tongues as they twined and lapped at each other.
Draco grimaced as he felt a berry squish underneath his hip. “Oh, ew.” He said, pulling away from the kiss. “My SHEETS!” He hissed, looking at the disemboweled berry on black satin. “Dammit, and these were brand new, too!”
Harry picked up his wand and vanished the berries and the dish they were in. “Shut up and sleep with me.” He said, pulling Draco down next to him.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Even I can’t go again THAT soon, Love. Sorry to disappoint.”
Harry was already asleep.
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