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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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A/N: Freedom Bound in Chains- fanart by pixi56 on AO3 added another picture to Chapter 2. It has Draco and Harry together! It’s worth checking out. Leave a comment if you like it. :D
Samhain
Andromeda, Ted, Remus, and the boys arrived in a wide, empty field in Devon. Draco fell to his knees, his bones rattling from the portkey travel while Harry sat hard on his butt, his glasses falling off. The adults shared an amused smile before Remus helped Draco get to his feet and Andromeda set Harry to rights.
Ignoring them, Draco looked around. They were definitely not in London. In fact, he had never seen such a large wide open space before, and it made him feel paranoid. Malfoy Manor sat on a wide expanse of land, but there were woods, hills, and the lake. It felt less open somehow than this vast field. The ground was slightly hilly, the grass brown, and a long line of ankle high stones led down the way toward a wide stone circle.
It was large, but it wasn’t like stonehenge. The stones only stood at about knee height. Just past the circle there was a pavilion set up with picnic benches and tables. He could make out a sizable group of people already gathered there, but they were too far to see clearly. The sound of laughter could be heard on the breeze.
Remus looked down at the boys. “Shall we join them?”
Draco nodded and followed Remus to the party, holding tight to Harry’s hand. Andromeda and Ted linked arms and followed along behind them.
Remus smiled warmly as he approached the Weasley matriarch. He had met her and Arthur during the war as members of the Order. Molly was a short, plump woman with vibrant red hair that held a slight wave and fell to her shoulders. She had a round, cheerful face and warm brown eyes. She caught sight of Remus and smiled widely, pulling him into a hug.
“Remus! Welcome! It’s been ages.”
Smiling bashfully, he gestured beside him. “Molly, let me introduce you to my friends. This is Draco and Harry. And this is Andromeda and Ted Tonks.”
Molly gave them all a big smile. “Welcome to Ottery St. Catchpole's Samhain celebration!”
“Thank you for having us.” Andromeda mirrored her happy smile. “Dumbledore recommended it. He said he always had fond memories of the Samhain celebration here.”
Molly laughed. “Oh, we’ve been known to have a good time. We always miss him when he can’t attend. He always brings fireworks, you see. The children love it! If we’re lucky, he’ll make an appearance this year.”
Draco rolled his eyes. No doubt about it, the old man would show. Dumbledore wouldn’t miss a chance to see Harry.
“Let me introduce you to everyone!” Molly took Andromeda by the arm and guided her to a couple with matching dark hair and olive skin. The woman had bright blue-green eyes while the man had dark, deep brown. Molly introduced them as Mr. and Mrs. Fawcett. They had a daughter and pointed out a little girl of about eight who sat at a table alone reading a book.
Next they were introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. Draco eyed Remus who grew silent and tense beside him. When Mr. Diggory loudly proclaimed he was aiming for the Head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Draco understood. He didn’t bet those regulations and controls were at all kind toward werewolves. Their son Cedric was ten and he was busy racing two redheaded boys on flying brooms. Draco tried not to show how shocked he was that the adults seemed unbothered by this activity. It looked remarkably dangerous and unsafe!
“Those are my twins, Fred and George,” Molly explained, noticing where Draco’s eyes lingered. “My three oldest are in Hogwarts. This is Percy’s First-year. We’re expecting the twins’ entrance letter next summer. Over there, playing with other children are my two youngest: Ron and Ginny. I believe Ron will be in your year. Ginny will be in the year behind. Oh! I don’t know what I’ll do once all my babies are in school!”
Andromeda made sympathizing noises while Remus and Ted shared an amused glance.
“Hello, Molly.” A tall, white-haired main stood before them with a wide, friendly smile. “Is this young Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter? Why, I’d love to interview you about the magical creatures in America!”
“This is Xenophilius Lovegood. He’s the editor of the Quibbler,” Molly explained, smiling affectionately. “Xeno, this is Remus Lupin, Andromeda, and her husband Ted Tonks.”
Draco stared back at the man, curious, knowing this was Pandora’s husband. Harry answered softly that they hadn’t seen any magical creatures except faeries. Lovegood grew very excited and would have probably done the interview right then except Molly led them away saying that this was a celebration and no work-talk was allowed.
“He’s harmless,” she assured them in a whisper before returning to a normal speaking voice. “And this is my husband, Arthur. He’s not much different from Xeno. He’ll talk your ear off about Muggle things if you let him!” she said with a laugh, hands on her wide hips.
“I’m not quite as bad as all that,” the man argued. He had a bit of a belly and thinning red hair. Despite his claim of innocence, he soon roped the adults into a discussion on ‘elect-city’.
Molly shook her head and led the boys away. “Come. I’ll introduce you to the children.”
Off to the side of the pavilion, there were kids gathered around an area marked off for broom racing. They were cheering and talking loudly as they watched Cedric beat the twins.
“Ron!” Molly called.
A redheaded boy with big ears and bright blue eyes turned with a scowl, but when he saw Draco and Harry, his eyes widened. A little redheaded girl and another who could only be Pandora and Xenophilius’s daughter grew quiet. Even the twins and the older Diggory boy came in to land their brooms.
“This is Harry and Draco. I want you to introduce them to the others and play nice, you hear?”
“Yes, Mum,” Ron promised and stepped up to Harry.
Molly smiled, satisfied that everything was well, and left the children to play.
Ron was tall for his age, so Harry had to tilt his head back slightly to meet his eyes. By this time the kids were practically circled around them. The twin redheads were grinning mischievously while Ginny looked awestruck and Luna and Cedric looked curious.
“Blimey, are you really him?” Ron exclaimed. “Can I see your scar?”
Harry looked to Draco for guidance. Draco yanked Harry against his chest. Surprised, Harry nonetheless folded against him without resistance.
Draco glared at Ron over Harry’s head, wrapping the smaller boy in his arms and gently cupping the back of his head, pressing the boy’s face against his shoulder. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed, making his voice harsh with anger. “Don’t you know what today means for him, you imbecile?”
Draco allowed Harry’s head to lift, and he cupped Harry’s face in both of his hands, shushing him and telling him it was okay while most of his attention was on the other kids. He mentally smirked as the group angrily dressed the other boy down. Ron’s face went beet red and he ran off angrily, but Draco got what he wanted. The other kids would be very careful with Harry from now on.
“Sorry about him,” one of the twins said, draping an arm across Draco’s shoulders. Draco had to lock his knees so that he didn’t fall when the bigger boy practically hung on him. “He has no manners,” the other finished, draping his arm across Harry’s shoulders.
Draco eyed the one on Harry, but he could tell he wasn’t putting his weight on the smaller boy, so he didn’t say anything. Harry ducked his head - embarrassed nervous - at the physical contact, which only reinforced the idea that Ron had upset him.
“Want to try a broom?” Cedric offered. “They have safety limitations set,” he added regretfully, “but it’s still fun.”
“Limitations?” Draco asked frowning. Limitations wouldn’t be enough to make a flying broom actually safe, in his opinion.
“They won’t get closer than a foot to the ground,” the redheaded girl pipped, blushing. She tugged nervously on the ends of the red pigtails that fell over her shoulders. “So you can’t crash land.”
“And there’s a Sticking Charm so you can’t actually fall off while in the air,” Cedric added.
“Once we get to Hogwarts,” the twin on Draco said. “All bets are off,” the one on Harry ended. Their grins were identical as Draco lifted an eyebrow at them.
“I think we’ll pass,” Draco drawled. He grabbed Harry’s hand and tugged him free of the boy hanging on him while simultaneously shrugged free of the other one. “What else can we do?”
“We can bob for apples!” Ginny exclaimed excitedly, practically screaming her suggestion.
It was a Samhain tradition. Apples were cut in half and each half was placed in a different barrel of water. Boys bobbed in one barrel and girls bobbed in another. If any pair finds matching halves, then they were destined to marry. Of course, the odds of finding matching pairs was pretty small, but it was worth trying. Her heart beat hard in her chest as she gazed dreamily at Harry and Draco.
“But Harry and Draco already found each other,” Luna interrupted, confused. Her head tilted cutely to the side. “It’s pointless for them to play.”
Ginny’s blush deepened. “Boys can’t be together!” she yelled angrily.
Luna’s big blue eyes went wide. “My mama and papa said a prince can save a prince and a princess can save a princess just the same as a prince can save a princess or a princess can save a prince. There’s lots of different stories, didn’t you know?”
“I like that idea,” Draco interrupted before the twins could say something outrageous. “Blondes versus redheads, who can catch the prince first?” * Run, Harry, * he said playfully into Harry’s mind. * Don’t let us catch you! *
Harry obediently sprinted toward the stone circle, hoping to use them as cover.
The twins gave a cackle. One leapt onto a broom, the other took off after Harry on foot. Ginny chased after them, laughing. Draco and Cedric went the other way, trying to head Harry off. Luna just smiled and wandered toward the center of the stone circle, watching as Harry ducked, rolled, and zigzagged, avoiding all pursuers. She was busy thinking about people who didn’t know there were lots of different stories. That seemed sad to her. Maybe she’d ask her papa to write about it in his magazine?
Ron watched the backward game of tag with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. It wasn’t fair! Everyone else had wanted to see the scar, too! He hadn’t meant to make Harry Potter cry. Ginny had really kicked him good. His shin still hurt and he knew his brothers would tease him endlessly for it. Scowl deepening, he pouted. His mum asked him what was wrong, but he told her to leave him alone. It’s not like he could tell her he’d made the Boy-Who-Lived cry. She’d wallop him just like Ginny had!
Sarah Fawcett turned the page of her book, oblivious to the events going on around her.
The unusual game of tag lasted just over thirty minutes. With Draco behind Harry giving him instructions through the bond, Harry was able to keep out of everyone’s reach. Fred kept being jerked sideways away from the stones or another kid to avoid collisions, and whenever George or Cedric almost grabbed the smaller boy, they’d suddenly fall over the stones or crash into another person. Soon the three older boys were more interested in sabotaging each other than actually catching Harry.
That left Ginny and Draco. Ginny was pretty fearless. She went to tackle Harry several times and went sliding on her chest when all she grabbed was air. When Harry began to get too tired, Draco made it look like Harry just happened to run to the right just when Draco cut that way. They crashed together and rolled, ending with Draco on top of a sweating, smiling Harry. Draco grinned and tickled his boy, making him giggle.
“Kids! Come eat!” Molly called loudly, banging a spoon against a pot.
The kids bolted to the table. Draco helped Harry to his feet and held his hand as they made their way over to the feast. Spells were cast to clean them up, and then Draco and Harry were sat between Andromeda and Remus with Ted on Andromeda’s other side and Dumbledore next to Remus. The old wizard’s blue eyes twinkled as he greeted the boys.
“I don’t think Hogwarts will miss me for an hour or two,” he said cheerfully, stroking his white beard. His robes were a bright orange with black bats flying about on them.
“Will you start us off, Headmaster?” Molly asked respectfully.
“Of course, my dear.” Dumbledore gave her a beaming smile. “You outdid yourself this time. You put even the Hogwarts’ feast to shame.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she denied, but the way her eyes sparkled told another story. Arthur put his arm around her waist proudly.
Clearing his voice, Dumbledore stood. Instantly all eyes were on him and everyone stopped talking. “We welcome in Samhain in the company of friends and neighbors and invite our loved ones to share this meal with us in spirit. The bonds of the heart cannot be broken no matter how far apart we are. Peace and blessings to all!”
The adults gave a cheer of agreement and lifted their drinks. Ron’s bad mood transformed into joy as everyone began to eat. Draco’s eyes widened. Four months with the Malfoys and Andromeda, who also had strict rules about etiquette, had made eating properly a habit. He'd come to think all Wizards ate that way, so he was shocked by the manners of the other children. Sarah Fawcett and Cedric Diggory were mostly polite but used the same utensil for all their food. Luna did okay, too, but the Weasley children, Ron especially, seemed to have no manners at all. Ron rolled his eyes every time someone tried to correct him, which confused Draco further. It seemed to him either the adults should insist he correct his behavior if it were wrong or leave him alone if it were not.
“How are you adjusting to being in England?” Dumbledore asked Harry, drawing Draco’s attention.
“It’s nice,” Harry answered politely, head up and mask fully in place.
“I was impressed by the interview you two gave,” the old man continued, voice light. “I’m very glad that it appears you are doing well.”
“As long as we have each other, we’ll be fine,” Draco said, brushing Harry’s cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Isn’t that right, Harry?”
Harry looked adoringly at him. “Yes, Draco.”
The adults around them practically cooed.
“You are very blessed to have each other,” Dumbledore agreed. “Why, I remember being that close to my brother when we were young. Those were the best times of my life.” He hummed, donning a thoughtful look. “Of course, we grew apart as we aged as boys tend to do.”
“It’s probably different with twins,” Draco countered, eyes narrowing in warning.
“Can’t imagine growing apart, can you, Forge?” George said from across the table.
“Every time I think I’ve gotten away, you’re in front of me, Gred!” Fred agreed.
“That’s because you were lookin’ at a mirror,” Ron snapped with a glare, causing everyone to laugh.
The feast lasted a good two hours. People reminisced about loved ones lost. Harry and Draco didn’t say much, just listening to the stories. Molly talked about her twin older brothers lost in the war. Mrs. Diggory spoke of her parents who died of old age. Xeno mentioned a sister who died in her childhood due to Dragon Pox. He lovingly stroked Luna’s braided hair and explained they had named Luna after her. Even Remus spoke of his friends. Draco thought it was interesting that Dumbledore merely listened and offering words of sympathy and comfort to the others.
After everyone was finished eating, they made up final plates and left them on the table for any spirits to eat should they be hungry. Dumbledore placed some fireworks in the center of the stone circle and gave Remus instructions on how to light them before giving everyone a cheerful goodbye. He’d been away from the school long enough and had to get back. The group thanked him for his valuable time and attention, making Draco want to roll his eyes again.
By this time, the sun was setting. Remus lit the fireworks and they exploded into the air in fantastic shapes with enormous booms that shook the ground. The kids screamed and cheered as red dragons chased golden hippogryphs across the sky. Thirty minutes later, the fireworks were gone. Everyone clapped and cheered, even Draco. It had been truly amazing to watch. True dark had fallen by now, and Molly’s voice carried to them from the gloom.
“Everyone! Take your positions around the circle and grab hands. We’ll light the way to the spirit feast before we take our leave.”
Under Molly’s direction, the kids and adults spaced themselves around the outside of the circle, facing inward. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory levitated the table with the place settings and food into the center of the circle. The others lifted their wands to conjure flames the size of fists that floated above each stone. The fire filled the circle with light and more flames slowly winked into existence above the line of shorter stones that led off into the distance across the field, almost like they were pointing the way.
At first the magical fire burned orange-yellow, but slowly it took on a violet hue. A stillness deafened those on the field, a hush that went deeper than nature. The world seemed to hold its breath. Energy - slow and mysterious - began to charge the air. The circle was broken as parents gathered their children to them. Suddenly, the dead silence was shattered by what sounded like a horn off in the distance. The sound built until it seemed it was right on top of them although they could still see nothing.
Draco looked to Remus and saw that his eyes were bright gold, but he didn’t have time to worry about that as something hot and sticky dripped down his neck. Frowning he wiped at it, but nothing was there. It felt too much like blood for his comfort and he turned to Harry protectively. In the reflection of Harry’s glasses, Draco could see something glowing a white-blue against his own throat.
“The knot…” Harry whispered. He reached out and touched the hollow of Draco’s throat between his collarbones.
It was the blue Celtic knot that had appeared on his skin after the fairy had touched him that spring. It had faded after a few days, so Draco had completely forgotten about it. Heart pounding, he wondered how Harry could even see it when they had sweaters and jackets on. His throat should be covered, but as he pulled Harry protectively into his chest and felt warm skin against his own, he realized they were both naked.
They were no longer standing outside of a stone circle in a wide open field of brown grass. Woods surrounded them - dark and full of secrets and whispers. Draco felt a growl rise in his throat as he crouched practically on top of Harry.
“Come, Dancer!” an unearthly voice called, full of hunger and joy. “Come lead the Hunt!”
The horn sounded again and Draco felt a rush of bloodlust and excitement. It was time for the Hunt! Scales began to cover his skin, dark as night, hiding him. Claws grew on each finger. He could hear the horses stamping as the hunting party waited for his signal. Throwing his head back, he howled, the sound edged in a dangerous hiss. Voices lifted up in ferocious battle cries. Draco caught the scent of blood and lunged into the woods, leading the Hunt.
Harry watched Draco disappear into the darkness with pride. His love’s strength and beauty were undeniable. He knew without a doubt he’d catch his prey and lead the hunting party to victory. Blood singing, Harry laughed and began to dance.
Twirling, he came to a stop and noticed that the forest was gone; he was back in the stone circle. His bare skin was bathed in the warm violet light of the fire-spheres burning above the stones. People were around him - a young woman with long red hair and a man with glasses. They shared in his joy, dancing with him, eating and drinking. They didn’t talk with words, but somehow they told him they loved him. They respected Draco and were happy he was taking care of and protecting Harry. Harry told them how much he loved Draco and how deeply grateful he was to be in his care. He promised them that he’d try to be good; he’d heal Draco and serve him.
The woman hushed him, wrapping him in a love and acceptance that Harry didn’t know what to do with. Darkness and uncertainty trembled at the edges of his mind, but before he could grow upset, he was flung into the air and caught by the man with glasses. The woman spun with him and they all three laughed and laughed.
Draco felt the Hunt around and behind him. They moved with him, connected at a primal level. The urge to kill, to drink blood and feast on hot meat, it consumed them all. The beast was fast and clever. Draco howled in excitement as it tried to escape. With a thought, he sent a section of his Hunt to the right to flank their prey. The animal dodged left, right into his clutches. He sank his teeth into its neck and arterial blood sprayed the air, causing the Hunt to scream its victory!
Heart pounding like a drum, Draco flung his head back and screamed, hot blood dripping down his throat. He sprinted after the Hunt’s next prey, leaving the lesser pack to eat the first kill and grow stronger. He was free! He was strong! Joy lit his blood on fire and he ran faster, the Hunt galloping at his heels.
For hours the Hunt ran, bringing down prey and feasting. They chased animals through mountains, across rivers, over the desert sand. They hunted and killed as a pack with Draco in the lead, and when they grew tired, they carried their prizes back to the circle.
There were dozens of people waiting to welcome them back, and the dancing and drinking within the stone circle came to a stop as Draco strode forward. The crowd parted, a hush descended, as he walked toward Harry and laid a huge bear down at the boy's feet. Gloriously naked, Harry went to his knees next to the massive animal and looked up at him through his dark bangs with joy and pride in his large, emerald eyes.
Harry looked to be in his late teens, all long torso and lean thighs. His shoulders had grown wider, but his waist and hips were still narrow. He was petite yet strong; a beautiful boy. It made Draco’s blood heat to see him wearing nothing but Draco’s collar. His chest expanded as he thrust it out in pride, and he snapped his fingers, his piercing silver eyes never leaving Harry’s kneeling form.
Victory cheers shook the air as the bear and their other kills were carried away to the food tables to be prepared and consumed. Draco yanked Harry into his strong, muscled arms, naked as well except for a few splashes of dried blood. Everything faded into the background as he thrust his tongue into the boy’s willing mouth. They kissed hungrily, their bodies pressed close together.
Securing Harry’s thin wrists behind his back with one hand, Draco grabbed onto Harry’s thick hair and pulled his head back just enough for the boy to feel it in his throat. Thrusting his tongue forward again and again, Draco pierced Harry’s mouth, claiming it. Whimpering, Harry caressed Draco’s tongue with his own on every exit, as if asking him to stay.
Draco was growling when he pulled away. His heart pounded strong and fast; his skin felt hot. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. Panting lightly, he noticed a crowd had gathered around them: a woman with red hair and a man with glasses, Remus with glowing golden eyes and a fierce grin, and Brendon. Draco stared into Brendon’s eyes and didn’t find it odd that they were the same height. In this moment, Draco was no longer a child. He tipped his head in gratitude; a gesture that Brendon returned, his eyes warm with affection.
Beyond the circle of loved ones gathered around them, other families were grouped together, kissing and talking, shedding tears and laughter. Further beyond them, on the other side of the knee-high stones, were shadows and tinkling laughter as slender inhuman figures danced round and round. The stars spun and moved above them in impossible ways, the air thick with magic, but the harvest moon remained steady and incredibly large, a fat crescent that bathed them in a nearly orange light that danced with the light of the violet fires.
Music started, low and sweet. Draco became lost in his boy, aware of nothing else as Harry gyrated against him. Grinning, fierce and hungry, he ran his fingers across Harry’s swaying hips, over pink nipples and his undulating stomach. Harry tossed his head back, his arms reaching upward as he rocked and moved to the beat. Draco pressed up close to him, Harry molding to his every curve. Sinking his hand into that wild, dark hair once more, Draco sucked along Harry’s throat, biting into the leather collar that marked Harry as his.
Harry went limp in his arms, submitting to his teeth, and Draco laid him carefully on the soft grass. Arching his back in a graceful wave, Harry just barely brushed their chests together, a sensual plea for more contact. Eyes shinning silver with promise, Draco slowly and deliberately gripped Harry’s wrists in one hand and pushed them over the boy’s head, holding them there in a tight grip. Harry spread his legs, sighing in pleasure, and cradled Draco’s hips with his thighs. Draco took advantage of the position and pressed his rock hard erection against Harry’s warm belly, wetting the boy’s soft skin with his scent.
As Harry gasped and moaned, Draco’s free hand gently skimmed Harry’s chest before sinking to the boy’s waist, covering the dragon tattoo. The silver dragon was on its hind legs, wings expanded outward, one halfway covering Harry’s stomach and the other curling around Harry’s lower back. Its serpentine head was tipped back and its jaws were open in a roar. Draco covered the mark possessively and sucked a pink nipple into his mouth.
Harry arched his chest up into Draco’s sharp mouth with a cry as Draco bit down on the sensitive bud just enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood. The sound of Harry’s pain/pleasure struck through Draco like lightning, and he began to devour every inch of Harry’s body. Biting, pinching, grabbing - he left dozens of bruises, marking as much of Harry’s pale, golden skin as possible. Harry tossed his head wildly, but he never tried to get away from the sharp sting of Draco’s mouth and hands. He opened himself wider and thrilled in each mark.
With a hoarse, wild cry, Harry nearly came as the little stings and pains came faster, but Draco growled and clamped down punishingly at the base of his erection, preventing his orgasm and making every sensation that much more intense. He only wanted his scent on Harry’s skin. Harry cried out, his sweet voice loud and wanton, as he was denied again and again. His cock darkened to purple and glistened with pre-cum that oozed rebelliously past Draco’s constricting grip.
Heart thundering furiously, Draco moaned, eyes nearly wild as he watched Harry writhe and scream. Pinching one last bruise onto the tip of his boy’s aching cock, he was pushed over the edge by Harry’s denied pleasure. Draco arched with a violent snap of his hips and spurt again and again over his boy’s naked body.
The smell of Draco, the image of him flushed and overcome with pleasure, the echo of Draco’s completion through the bond - Harry’s orgasm was only a breath away. Dazed, pupils huge with lust, he reverently rubbed Draco’s spunk into his newly-marked skin. He spread it around until his torso was sticky with it.
Draco stared into Harry’s eyes, dominating him with a single, commanding look. Slowly, he bent his arms so that their chests pressed together, and with a fierce grin, he slid downward. * Good boy, * he praised, breathing in deep as his smell rose from the boy’s skin. He opened his mouth and Harry’s rigid, purpled erection slid past his swollen lips, over his tongue, and nestled in the back of his throat.
Harry screamed as their pleasure met and merged and exploded across the bond. The world shook as magic burst outward: greens and pinks and purples shimmered in a curtain that encompassed the sky and enveloped the world. Lightning flashed and struck the ground in an electric dance, matching the rhythm of Draco’s bobbing head. Draco gripped Harry’s ass hard, lifting it off the ground and shoving his dick further into his throat. Slowly, the pounding pleasure slowed. He drank every drop until Harry was soft and whimpering underneath him.
Rearing up onto his knees, towering over his boy who lay limp and sated and thoroughly marked, Draco roared his triumph to the stars, defiant and wild. Echoing cries of pleasure resounded around him, the world celebrating his claim. Music started once more and this time it was Draco who leapt and gyrated, displaying his power and strength to his love.
Harry, still jelly-legged from their orgasm, gracelessly returned to a kneeling position to watch with adoring eyes. His hands fluttered as he reached out, not daring to touch the perfection of Draco’s skin. The blond was muscled like an Olympic swimmer. His hair fell to his shoulders in a gorgeous platinum-blond curtain. Faint white lines decorated nearly every inch of already pale white skin, giving him the look of an exotic warrior. Every roll of his finely sculpted abs, every flex of strong thighs, had Harry gasping, hot with an overwhelming desire to be under him, pressed down and owned completely. Desperate for sensation, Harry pressed his fingers into the marks that were sorest, reveling in the hot, sharp throbbing that followed, and grew achingly hard.
Watching his boy slowly become consumed with desire, Draco fleetingly brushed Harry’s seeking fingers with his arms, thighs, and hips until Harry was a panting mess, his cock slowly darkening as he was teased. Laughing, sharp and free, Draco pulled Harry to his feet and brought him into the dance. They moved as one, spinning and stepping, until they were covered in sweat, their muscles trembling, their hard erections batting at each other almost playfully.
Near exhaustion, he rode Harry to the ground once more. He forcefully spread Harry’s legs with his own and pinned the boy’s arms above his head with a painfully tight grip on the back of the boy's upper arms. Harry cried out, throwing his head back and exposing his throat. Thrusting against him wildly, Draco drove against him with fast, furious strokes until they came in a blinding explosion of fireworks, screaming their pleasure with voices hoarse and wrecked.
…
Remus groaned, the sun creating a sharp golden line on the horizon. Something warm and constricting wrapped around his cock. He groaned again, having almost forgotten this perfect feeling. It had been more than ten years since he’d been with anyone. His hips rocked in short stabs, sending spikes of pleasure shooting through his veins and electrifying his skin. His lover’s thick white hair fell over Remus’s chest and arms. Broad shoulders, a slim waist - Remus gasped, hips snapping forward more forcefully, burying himself deep in that tight, wet heat. Xenophilius tossed his head back, exposing his throat and revealing a blissed out expression as Remus began to thrust in earnest.
The man’s skin smelled salty-sweet. Surreal and overwhelming, Remus could barely understand what was happening. All he knew was an all-consuming pleasure. He growled and groaned, holding Xeno in a powerfully tight grip, refusing to let the man go, but Xeno muttered pleas for more instead in a weak, almost sweet voice, lashes damp with tears.
The sound of their bare skin slapping together filled Remus’s ears. The pleasure curled tighter and tighter. As orgasm rushed upon him, the urge to bite was overwhelming. Wrapping his arm around the front of Xeno’s throat, Remus bit into his own wrist, coming to pieces deep into the man’s willing body. He could feel the shudders that wracked his lover’s frame as he too found completion, spilling onto the dirt underneath them.
Reality crashed in, shattering Remus’s high. Still panting and trembling from the intense experience, he jerked away. His dick slipped from the man’s wet, stretched hole with a squelch that made Remus gasp and cringe. His eyes wide as saucers, he knelt next to the man he’d just buggered.
Xeno rolled onto his back and blinked up at Remus. Tears were still damp on his cheeks, but he was smiling. His thick, long hair tangled around his shoulders and draped across his chest and the ground, falling nearly to his waist. With a pale hand, he pushed it off his face, looking up into Remus’s eyes.
“Fascinating,” he remarked, hoarse.
Remus panicked. Stuttering apologies, he scrambled away from the man and got to his feet. He quickly conjured a Wizarding robe and hurried to wrap it around his naked, scarred body. The boys! He needed to find the boys… He passed Molly and Arthur who were still rocking together slowly as they came down from their high and a sleeping Andromeda and Ted. There, in the center of the circle, he found them.
Draco was on top of Harry, passed out. His back and thighs, horrifically scarred, were bare for all to see. Remus shook him gently, and the blond blinked, coming to his knees and revealing an even more scarred torso and arms. Underneath him, Harry looked like he’d been tortured. Bruises littered his skin from his neck to his hips and all down both arms, but there was no swelling, only surface damage. Draco looked smug as hell as he traced one of the bruises along Harry’s rib cage. Harry blinked as he looked down at himself and then a beautiful smile spread across his face.
Remus conjured them robes, disturbed but unable to say anything since he had no room to talk at the moment. He’d just fucked a man - a married man! He wasn’t even gay!
While the boys dressed, Remus began to tend to the others in the circle. Anything to stay distracted and not have to remember what it felt like to be in the body of another man. Little Ginny had been wrapped up with Cedric. Fortunately, there was no scent of sex in the air around them. They looked to have merely danced. He conjured more robes and settled them over their bodies like blankets, casting a sleeping spell to keep them unconscious.
He did the same for Ron and Sarah, and then Luna and the twins who were so entangled that it was hard to say where one ended and another began. The adults were up by this point, their lust sated. Fortunately everyone had been with their spouse… except for Xeno that was. Amazed murmurs and talk of the Hunt and dance last night broke the silence. Their magical stores felt enriched, the whole night a blurred, fantastic memory.
Remus cringed, heart pounding as Xenophilius approached him.
“I want you to know that I feel honored to have been invited into a faery ring last night,” the man said, blue eyes kind. “You have no reason to be ashamed. Magic wills as it wills. We should be thankful for its gifts.” He placed a gentle hand on Remus’s shoulder. “I assure you my wife will feel the same. Please go in peace, Remus. I wish you well.”
Remus found himself relaxing almost against his will. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Xenophilius bowed his head and went to gather his daughter. With a final wave, he disappeared.
Unconscious children were held in the arms of parents as one-by-one the families departed. Fred and George were awake and unusually quiet. One held on to Molly who carried Ginny while the other held on to Arthur who carried a sleeping Ron.
Remus shook himself. He still felt like he was dreaming. Andromeda and Ted had the boys and gestured him over to their portkey. Unlike the others, they did not live nearby and couldn’t simply Apparate. Remus touched the spoon, very careful not to look anyone in the eyes.
He remembered the Hunt. Remembered the wild calls that led him onward, the taste of hot blood and flesh in his mouth. He remembered Molly and Andromeda riding beside him, screaming her excitement into the wilds. Mr. Diggory and Mr. Fawcett had been to his left. All five of them had killed together. He had looked right into their eyes and bathed in the blood of their prey.
A little less clear was their triumphant return to the circle. He had vague memories of a whole crowd being present. He remembered walking through those who were nearly see-through. The vague impression of James and Lily touching and comforting him still lingered in his mind. Dancing had begun at some point. He remembered prowling the circle as Molly practically attacked Arthur and Andromeda jumped Ted, and he’d been drawn to the naked figure dancing gracefully alone. Long hair flaring around his bare shoulders and falling down a finely muscled torso and broad back, Xeno had been an erotic siren that Remus could not resist.
Unbalanced and distracted, Remus fell flat on his ass as they landed in the living room of Andromeda’s home. Draco and Harry were sprawled next to him. Being younger, they were much quicker getting to their feet, and Remus blushed hotly as Ted helped him stand.
“Andromeda, can you write Narcissa?” Draco asked, yawning. “Let her know we’ll be getting home a little later today. Harry and I need a nap.”
“Of course. Sleep well,” she answered, yawning herself.
“Bye, Remus,” Harry called, waving with his free hand. “See you in December.”
“Bye, Harry,” Remus answered, still dazed. “See you soon.”
Grey eyes caught and held his own. “Take care of yourself,” Draco ordered.
Remus felt that gaze as an almost physical force. He wanted to show his throat and drop to his knees. Swallowing hard, he locked his legs and promised, “I will.” Turning to Andromeda and Ted, he gave them a polite smile. “Thank you again for inviting me.”
“Anytime,” Ted answered easily, an arm around his wife’s waist.
Remus practically fled.
…
Harry lay curled up against Draco’s side. His eyes blinked slowly as sleep tugged at his mind. “Draco…”
“Mmm?”
The blond’s heart beat a steady rhythm under his ear. Voice barely a whisper, Harry asked, “Will you look at the album with me sometime?”
“Yes, Harry.” Draco smiled and began to pet Harry’s soft, black hair. “We’ll look at it next time we come.”
- gratitude sorrow LOVE - Tears filled his eyes, but they weren’t just sad tears. He felt nearly overwhelmed with love for the boy who had always taken care of him and protected him. “I love you, Draco,” he whispered thickly.
“Sleep.” Draco turned on his side and curled around his boy. “I’ve got you.”
Smiling, tears glistening on his dark lashes, Harry slept.
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