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Temporary Mate	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17288 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Five—Curved Beaks and Claws
Harry was slightly out in front as the first bird came charging towards him. It had a huge sickle claw on the leading foot, he saw. He would have to be careful not to let it hit him.
And that’s different from one of my ordinary fights as an Auror how?
Harry ducked and rolled, letting the foot kick out above him. Then he waved his wand and uttered a Simple Cutting Curse, and the bird was bleeding and limping and shrieking, and Harry jumped up and beheaded it with another Cutting Curse.
“Harry!”
The shriek came from above him. Keeping track of the position of the next two birds without having to concentrate, Harry raised his head.
Draco was swinging above him there, on wings so white they cut like a slash across the gleaming blue sky. He descended faster than Harry could have cast a spell, his hands spread wide. Only they weren’t really hands anymore. Scales seamed them, and talons had replaced his fingers.
Draco screamed, a ringing sound that made Harry thrum with wonder and confidence. He turned back to the birds in time to see them stunned senseless by the sound, frozen and staring up at Draco with their necks cocked.
Harry laughed, and rushed them.
*
“Harry!”
Draco cursed and dipped down, faster and faster, his legs spread. He had meant the scream to stun the birds, yes, but also to warn Harry to keep back and let the Veela in the area handle this. There was no reason for both of them to risk their lives, and less reason than none for Harry to do it.
He snapped a kick and a fireball into the face of the nearest best, out on the trailing edge of the flock. The kick knocked it back; the fireball burned its neck off. Draco whirled and drew his talon back, flames writhing around his claws, then hissed in exasperation. He couldn’t simply hurl the next clump of fire because Harry was in the way.
Admittedly, he was magnificently in the way, surrounded by churning bolts of lightning, snapping a kick that collapsed the legs of one bird, cutting off a wing that an enemy tried to hit him with. But the sight of his mate defending himself made Draco feel weak and shaky.
And pissed his Veela off.
Draco screamed again. Two of the birds on the edge of the flock at once spun and ran in the opposite direction. Draco’s voice this time was meant to inspire terror instead of freeze them, and he cursed himself for not thinking of the tactic before. He could have kept Harry from fighting them at all if he’d frightened them away.
But Harry was still in the midst of the fight with one particular bird, and the last was so close to Draco that it appeared to have decided against running. It scampered towards him instead, wing cocked for a buffet.
Draco shot up to its head height and hovered there, then snapped a kick out the way Harry had, except this one took the bird in the chest. The raptor went flying and sprawling both at once, snapping its beak in sounds of pain. Draco followed it and spread his talons, snicking them apart like the blades of a pair of scissors.
Feathers and flesh fell to the ground, and the bird tried to limp for a moment on one leg, then failed. Draco laughed and caved in its chest with another kick.
He turned, alert, as he heard a thump, but it was only the other bird dying as Harry finished it by decapitating it, again. He looked around with his eyes as alert as the birds’ had been, covered with blood, his wand already moving in a charm that cleaned part of it off.
“Where are the others?”
“Gone.” Draco’s voice was low and guttural. The adrenaline still coursed through him, but now it had only one target. He dropped to the ground and stalked towards Harry, because if he flew the chase would be over too soon.
Harry stopped, but didn’t have the good sense to run. He eyed Draco for a second, then sighed and tried a rational tone that was just guaranteed to piss Draco further off. “Is this about me defending myself and you again? Because—”
Draco pounced.
Harry opened his mouth in what was probably a protest, or maybe already had it open, and Draco filled it with his tongue. He bore Harry to the ground, scrambling at his trousers, finally cutting through the cloth with his claws when it wouldn’t yield. Harry was still trying to say something in a muffled voice. Draco shook his head and reached down to grasp him.
Harry burned. More than he had when Draco touched him the other day. Draco could think of only one thing. Make him come.
“Claws!”
Harry could speak again, because Draco had neglected to continue the kiss. Draco frowned and leaned down to resume it, but Harry grabbed his wrist and wrung it back and forth.
“Draco, talons!”
Right. His hands were still talons and might damage Harry in a tender part that Draco had no wish to damage. He concentrated, and after a second pale flame danced up and down his fingers and then retreated, taking the scales and sharpness with it.
“Better?” Draco smiled at Harry.
“Much.” Harry smiled back, and Draco thought of what his mouth would look like open in a pant of pleasure, and leaned down again. Harry scooted back on his elbows and said, “We need to talk about—”
“No, we don’t,” Draco said, in a quiet voice that seemed to silence Harry more effectively than shouting would have. He told himself to remember that trick as he sliced through his own robes, freeing his erection, and then moved on top of Harry. Even though he didn’t haw claws, he still found himself able to pin Harry’s wrists easily.
Harry was gasping. Draco studied his eyes carefully, and knew he wasn’t afraid. He smiled and kissed Harry on the forehead, then on the mouth, then on the cheek. And he began to move, his body falling and rising the way it never had before. The Veela knew more about pleasure than Draco did as a human.
Harry grabbed Draco’s shoulders. He was kissing his face and arching his hips up, and for once there was no argument. Draco sighed, and his thrusts became slower. He didn’t have to hurry. They could both enjoy this.
And from the way Harry was flushing, his incredulous eyes searching Draco’s expression, he was.
“Did you think that I would leave you to starve?” Draco said into his ear, as their erections touched again and Harry arched his throat, leaving a line of pale skin for Draco to lick. “Leave you alone? How could I do that? You’re dear to me.”
Harry shut his eyes tightly and raised his hips faster. Draco didn’t understand why, but he could certainly help him achieve his desire. His arm dipped beneath Harry’s spine, and he pulled him up and up.
Harry gasped and opened his eyes when he realized they were hovering. Draco smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Let me do it now,” he murmured. Without the earth to push against, Harry would have a harder time bringing their cocks into contact. So Draco did it, pumping his wings and lifting Harry into his body with every downbeat.
Harry gave a muffled, gabbled sound that might have been a protest. Draco ignored it so easily. His vision was spiraling inwards, his breath huffing. He knew Harry was there, but he could hardly see him anymore.
He could feel him. He could smell him. He could hear the thrum of his blood in his veins.
God, he was wild. And waiting to be taken.
Draco dipped his head again, and this time, he kissed the corner of Harry’s mouth deliberately. He worked in towards the middle, kissing harder and harder, letting his fangs emerge so that he could cut Harry’s lips a little. He licked up the blood, soothing, while the warmth between their groins gathered and swirled.
Permanent bonding would come when he took Harry, but for the moment, their pleasure was too high. They had to come. Then they would rest and complete the bond.
But for the moment, Draco could taste his blood, and show him a pale shadow of what they would have when they were more permanently joined.
Draco licked up the blood of his last kiss, and at the same moment flipped them upside-down, so that Harry was resting on his chest as they flew. Harry stared at him, hands clutching at Draco’s robes.
“How are you doing this?” he asked, in a voice that Draco felt more by the moving shapes of his lips than heard.
Draco smiled and curled his arms around Harry. He knew it was impressive, the strength to keep them flying upside-down, supporting Harry. And still he had the concentration to lift his hips and hump, and a second later Harry’s eyes rolled back and he let his head droop onto Draco’s neck.
Plans and smugness bled from Draco’s mind into the pleasure. His own blood was surging up through his veins now. He wrapped his arms around Harry and closed his eyes, arching his back, dimly aware that they were high enough above the ground that they wouldn’t touch it when his wings inevitably stalled in the midst of orgasm—
Now.
Draco uttered the sharp croon that Veela could only make in these moments, and Harry snapped his eyes open, and met his gaze, and came.
Draco followed him, tumbling and shearing through the air, sometimes spinning so that Harry was the one on the bottom, but always holding him so tight that there was no chance of him following. And when his shaking and the flood of pleasure through him, white-gold and hot, subsided, he soared up, still comfortably fifty feet above the tops of the thin “trees.” Harry clung to him, muttering something under his breath and shaking his head. Draco tucked the top of Harry’s head beneath his chin and chuckled.
“What is funny?”
“That you could believe even for a second I would let you fall,” Draco whispered back, and his breath brushed across Harry’s earlobe and tickled a shiver from him. “Of course I won’t. But let’s go down now. My wings are tired.”
Harry only nodded without looking up, and Draco chuckled again, indulgently this time. He wouldn’t have thought Harry was the type to be shy to someone he’d just shared sex with. Perhaps he felt bashful or silly with the way their hanging cocks brushed against each other and the cloth of their robes as they soared down, though.
When they landed, Harry stumbled away and sat down hard on his arse. Draco crouched in front of him, his wings spread so that Harry would see the glint of silver on the edges of his feathers, and crooned, softly.
Harry looked him reluctantly in the eye.
“Are you angry because I didn’t warn you what I was going to do?” Draco whispered.
“Not—really. Just unprepared, and then I had so many sensations coming in at me all at once…” Harry trailed off. He was already tucking himself away and performing a Cleaning Charm.
Draco nodded. “Well, there’s one thing you can be sure of. We’ll make a secret camp today. Find the best place we can. And when we bond, we’ll have secure walls around us. I know a spell that’s exhausting, but if we find a good place and use it early enough, with time for me to rest, then we’ll have a house around us.”
Harry was quiet for a second, tracing the dusky curve of red dust beside them with one finger. “And a bed?”
“As good a one as I can Transfigure from a stone. I promise.”
Harry nodded back, and then stood up and started moving. “Let’s find a campsite, then.”
“I think you’ll find that I can scout from the air as easily,” Draco said. He launched himself before Harry could argue. He could see the arguments already forming behind Harry’s eyes, and he would listen to them when they were comfortable and safe.
So passionate, my mate.
*
Harry walked with his eyes trained on the dust crunching under his boots. His body pissed him off. It was languid with satisfaction, and it shouldn’t have been. He should have had the strength to resist Draco’s advances, especially since they kept coming closer and closer to making the bond permanent.
Draco thought he wanted this right now. But what would happen when he woke up and found himself bonded forever to the man he was supposed to have taken only as a temporary mate?
Harry set his mouth. He’ll probably think I’m conspiring against him, but the only thing I’m trying to do is protect his future.
He watched Draco swooping freely back and forth in the glowing light of this place, now and then touching down near a hill or a large pile of stones and considering it for use as an obvious campsite before he shrugged and took to the air again. His body was fast and fit. The light glinted harder from his silver wings than anything else in sight. Harry could feel his breath catch at the way Draco swept and tilted and hurtled around, better than anyone on a broom.
No. I can’t let myself get caught up in what I feel. That’s really not important.
Harry kept walking, not pretending that he was looking closely for a campsite, until he heard Draco trilling. It made Harry’s chest ache. Harry could imagine going to sleep in Draco’s arms as he sang like that, or under a tree where he was perched.
He’s not a Veela for a traditional reason, though. When his human instincts come back…
Harry nodded and quickened his pace. That was what he had to think about. For now, Draco and the Veela were one. But it was Draco the human being Harry stood a chance of falling in love with, the Veela he had to ignore.
No matter how nice it is to be coddled sometimes.
Draco was swooping around the crest of a hill that had a shallow depression in the top of it. Examining it, Harry had to admit it was more than adequate. They would have shelter from the wind, a good place to build a fire—a flat circle right in the middle of the hollow—and good sight for miles. And if Draco was serious about casting this spell that would conjure a house, they’d have plenty of room.
“Let me,” Draco said, when Harry drew his wand to create the fire.
Harry gave him a sideways glance, and let it happen. In fact, since Draco had described the spell that would create the house as “exhausting,” this was better.
Draco stood for a moment in the hollow, his wings beating as if they, and not his wand, were the true conduits of his magic. Then he whispered Latin words Harry couldn’t grasp, too fast and breathless to hear, and whipped his hand forwards. A cloudy light exploded from his hand and hit the ground. For a second, Harry thought the dim orange earth and the dusky blue grass were about to catch fire.
But it didn’t. Instead, the white light expanded and built the outline of a snug cottage with rafters of softer flame. Draco was grunting with effort as he pushed the outline further and further out. Harry realized with a start that the strange flame expanded with the motion of his breathing.
And he remembered then the other time he had heard grunts like that from Draco, and had to turn away.
He missed the final moments of the spell creating the house, but Draco’s low warble alerted him that it was done. He turned back. And blinked. This wasn’t just a white stone house, it was one with white flowers draping the front door, a red door handle, and green shutters on the windows.
“There isn’t any furniture inside,” Draco said, his eyes sultry as he moved towards Harry. His hips swayed and his eyes were unnervingly direct. “But there’s a sturdy wooden floor, and I’ll conjure a bed the instant we’re in.”
“Then why don’t you do that?” Harry whispered, and Summoned a stone from nearby. It was no lie to make his voice breathless, to his disgust. “Here.”
Draco caught the stone and examined it with his fingers for a moment, although he didn’t take his eyes off Harry. Then he nodded and turned towards the door, throwing it open. Harry saw the polished wooden floor beyond the entrance, exactly as Draco had promised.
And Harry hit him with a Stunner to the back, and surged forwards to catch him before he could hit the ground.
For a second, Harry held that sweet-smelling weight in his arms, and bowed his head to sniff the side of Draco’s neck. A great weariness swelled inside him. He wished, he wished, that everything could work out the way he and Draco both wanted it to.
But that was never going to happen, and Harry had to work to preserve Draco’s dignity and make keeping them both alive his priority.
He dragged Draco inside and managed to Transfigure the stone into a bed himself, although it probably wasn’t as big or comfortable as the one Draco would have managed to make. He dug out the blankets and draped them over Draco. Draco was comfortably unconscious on his belly, wings draped over the sides of the bed.
Harry touched his cheek with one finger. Then he turned and went outside to keep watch.
Only a few more days. Only a few more days until he can have a permanent mate worthy of him, and I can keep myself from falling in love with a man who couldn’t return it.
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