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Bad Faith	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10782 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry sighed as Draco held out the Portkey. “Do we have to go?”

Draco’s face fell. “Harry, I want to go home! I have so much to show you! You’ll LOVE it there!” He whined.

Harry sighed. “Fine.” He sighed, taking hold of the Portkey.

Draco beamed at him. “Thank you, Harry. I love you. Portus.”

Harry felt a familiar jerk behind his navel, and they were hurtling through space.

*****

“I hate traveling by Portkey.” Harry groaned as Draco snorted and helped him up from where he had landed on his back in the parlor of Malfoy Manor.

“Ah, Draco. Mr. Potter.” The cool voice of Lucius Malfoy had warmed a bit as he addressed his son, but Harry’s name was hissed in a voice colder than ice.

Draco frowned. “Father, please.” He said pleadingly. “Harry’s my mate, and I love him. I wanted to use this time to properly bond with him in a setting I’m sure I’m safe in, but if Harry isn’t safe, we can’t.”

Lucius sneered. “I will trust him when I see PROOF that he is as IN LOVE with you as you claim.”

Draco pouted. “Great. How am I supposed to prove that?”

Lucius shrugged. “He’s safe enough, unless he gives me reason to hurt him. Keep him close, Draco, nonetheless.” He said, sweeping out of the room.

Harry scowled. “I really don’t like that man.”

Draco smiled, letting go of his control and letting his scent fill the air.

Harry inhaled deeply, smelling the same sweet, delicious smell Draco had been putting off a few times before. “Can... Can you CONTROL that?!” Harry asked breathlessly.

Draco smiled slowly. “Yes, to an extent. And if you’d look inside you, and let down your guard, you’d be able to do something pretty wicked yourself.” He purred.

Harry relaxed, letting himself trust Draco implicitly. Suddenly, Draco’s eyes darkened and he wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. “Yes, that’s IT.” He whispered, nuzzling Harry’s neck and breathing in the spicy smells of cinnamon, cardamom and nutmeg. “Mm.”

Harry moaned softly as Draco hummed his approval, then slowly ran his tongue up the side of his neck.

“Dragon!”

Draco’s eyes widened comically as he turned around.

“Ack! Mother! Ow! Geroff!” He exclaimed, arms flailing, as he was engulfed by a heavily-perfumed cerulean-colored... Cloud?

Then, he blinked as the cloud pulled away from him to reveal Narcissa Malfoy in an elaborate dress that made her look like a beach ball. She turned to smile at Harry. “Harry! It’s so wonderful to meet you. I’m sorry about the dress, I’m being fitted right now.”

Harry blinked. “Oh. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy.” He said.

Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Oh, DO skip the formalities. Call me Narcissa, or, if you’d like, you can call me mother, since we’re in-laws now. Oh, Dragon, I found the most beautiful spot in the gardens for your ceremony in June.” She said excitedly.

Draco blinked. “June? Why June?”

Harry frowned in confusion. “Ceremony?” He was ignored.

“Because you’ll have just inherited Mist Hall! Oh, dear, I’ve done it again!” She bit her lip. “Don’t tell your father, yes?” She asked.

Draco grinned. “Oh, Mist Hall! I haven’t been there in AGES!” He breathed.

Harry tapped him on the shoulder. “EXCUSE me, Draco. Ceremony?!” He asked.

Draco licked his lips. “Mm, yes. Our wedding. You weren’t thinking we’d forget that important step, were you?” He teased.

Narcissa clapped her hands. “Oh, it’s going to be SO beautiful!” She sighed happily.

Harry raised a brow. “Am I going to be able to invite Hermione and the Weasleys?” He asked archly.

Draco winced. “You’ll have to earn my father’s respect first, but if he likes you by then, he’ll have no problem with it, so long as they don’t try to cause problems.” He said slowly.

Harry sighed. “Oh, goody.” He said drolly.

*****

Draco led Harry to his room, throwing himself onto the bed with a sigh. “Oh, I missed home!”

Harry looked around at Draco’s room. “Wow.” He said. “This is HUGE.”

Draco shrugged. “Father comes from a long line of pompous politicians that liked to show off their wealth by hosting parties in their huge homes with its huge rooms. So, yes, it’s HUGE.” He finished. “There’s a bathroom through that door,” He said, waving a hand toward one of the four doors leading out of the room. “A walk-in closet through that one, and that one leads to my study.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “YOU have a study? Do you even KNOW the meaning of the word?” He asked, grinning.

Draco frowned. “Of COURSE I do! I just don’t need to study. I wanted one when I was younger, because Father had one. So he added it on.” He smirked. “And only you, me, and Father are allowed into my rooms.”

Harry blinked. “Why is your father allowed into your rooms?” He asked.

Draco sighed. “Because Malfoy Manor is HIS. He can get into any room except my study. Oh, and he also can’t get into my greenhouse.” Draco added. “Which is good, because I don’t really want him finding out about the herb I’m growing in there.”

Harry snorted. “What is it?”

Draco smirked. “Cannabis.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. “You’re growing WEED?! WHY?!”

Draco shrugged. “Blaise and I tried it last summer while we were slumming in Muggle London. We liked it. So I found some seeds and planted a few plants.”

Harry shook his head. “You are such a DELINQUENT.”

Draco smirked. “I love you, too, Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I KNOW that.” He said, smiling fondly.

“Ahem.”

Harry and Draco turned toward Lucius, who was leaning against the doorframe casually, watching them.

“Yes, Father?” Draco asked.

Lucius smiled. “I want to speak with you both. In my study.”

Harry and Draco followed him.

Draco took a seat in an armchair, while Lucius sat in the chair in front of his desk, leaving the other armchair for Harry.

Harry sat.

“Do you love my son with all that you are?” Lucius asked Harry.

Harry frowned. “Yes, of course.”

“Would you kill for him?”

“I already have. You don’t think Voldemort wanted to let him live, do you? Draco was already planning to turn to Dumbledore for protection.” Harry said.

Lucius hummed noncommittally. “Fair enough. Would you DIE for him?” He asked.

“Father!” Draco snapped, shocked.

Harry bit his lip. “Only if I had proof that he would be safe to live his life in security once I was gone.”

Draco turned wide, startled eyes to Harry. “Harry? You wouldn’t REALLY leave me alone, would you?” He asked plaintively.

Harry reached over and grasped his hand, staring into his eyes. “Draco, if I had to, I would. I’d hate it, but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You’ll never have to fear for your life or well-being again.” He said firmly.

Draco closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I hope it never comes to that.” He whispered.

Harry smiled, letting his hand go. “Me, too.” He said softly.

Lucius nodded, watching them thoughtfully. “I see.” He said, drawing Harry’s attention back to him. He stood. “Mr. Potter.” He said warmly, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I welcome you into the Malfoy family.” He said, then bowed.

Harry and Draco watched in shock as Lucius swept out of the room.

Draco let out a breath. “Bizarre.” He breathed.

Harry smiled. “In my experience, your family is like that.” He said, relieved.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, now that you’ve been accepted into my bizarre family, would you like to go hunting?” He asked, smirking. “If you let your instincts take over, I think you’ll do rather well.” He said.

Harry frowned. “Why? What will I be hunting?” He asked.

Draco’s smirk widened as he stood. “Me.” He said simply, then turned and bolted out of the room, laughing.

Harry cursed, letting his guard down and reaching for the part of him that would lead him to Draco. Finally, he caught the blonde’s scent, and smiled. “Ready or not,” He said softly, “Here I come.” He purred, striding out of the room, following the scent.

Draco giggled softly, rubbing up against the walls of the gazebo, leaving his scent all over it, then running away from it, back into the gardens. He had run out to the gardens as soon as he left Harry behind, knowing that the wind could help him, if he was downwind of Harry, because he’d smell the Dom, but it could also lead Harry right to him.

Harry followed the trail of scent his mate was leaving, until he got to the gazebo. He stepped inside and inhaled, closing his eyes and moaning. Draco’s scent was ALL OVER the place! Harry sniffed at the walls, nearly licking them to see if they tasted like Draco, before he remembered that he hadn’t found the blond yet. He growled at himself, then followed Draco’s scent out of the gazebo.

Draco giggled, watching Harry sniffing at the gazebo walls, then running off to hide and wait for Harry.

*****

Harry growled, having already searched the entirety of the Manor’s grounds, and quite possibly more, and still the trail of scent hadn’t ended! He stopped, looking toward the door to the Manor. It was open, and Draco’s shirt was on the ground in front of it. Harry smirked, walking over to pick it up and following the scent back into the Manor.

*****

Draco snickered to himself, closing the door behind him and setting out to get comfortable. He knew Harry would find him soon, and was ready to honor the accomplishment when his mate showed up. He quickly pulled off his boxers and opened the door to hang them on the doorknob then shut it again. He walked over to the settee to drape himself over it in what he knew to be a VERY sexy manner.

*****

Harry blinked in surprise, finding Draco’s trousers on the banister of the stairs. He picked them up, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks at the thought that Draco was now running around in his boxers. That realization was followed by a burst of anger that someone else had seen HIS MATE in such a state of undress.

He hurried up the stairs, following the scent, which. thankfully, was getting stronger. He was closing in!

*****

Draco wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking himself and sighing in pleasure. He tilted his head back, moaning softly as he heard a soft growl outside the door, then the door was opened.

*****

Harry followed the scent down a corridor, then froze at the door the scent was behind. Draco’s boxers were on the handle. He growled at the thought that someone might have seen Draco fully nude, then pushed that thought aside and opened the door.

Draco looked over at him, one hand lazily stroking himself, and smirked. “Oh, so you’ve found me, then. What would you like for your reward?” He asked.

Harry’s response was to close the door, cast the strongest locking and silencing charms he knew, and stride toward Draco, pulling his clothes off as he went.

Draco gasped when Harry’s hand fisted in his hair and PULLED, but he began purring loudly as Harry’s mouth devoured his greedily. He mewled, writhing, but Harry quickly straddled him and grabbed both his hands, pinning them above his head. Draco panted, looking up at Harry. His pupils were slitted, and his fangs were gleaming in the sunlight.

“Gorgeous.” Harry said, his voice roughened with need. “I want to fuck you so hard.”

Draco’s breathing quickened further. “Do it.” He whispered, eyes wide. Then, he added, “Claim me, Harry.”

Harry’s control, fragile already, snapped completely at those last words. He got off Draco’s body and positioned Draco over the settee so that he was straddling it. He knelt behind him and ran his hands over the pert ass displayed to him.

Draco moaned, pushing himself backward, trying to force Harry to do SOMETHING, anything but just sit and stare at him.

Harry leaned in, parting the cheeks, and ran his tongue over the puckered entrance, causing the purrs to grow even louder.

Draco wailed in pleasure, going limp against the seat, as Harry’s tongue delved deeply, breaching him and thrusting, only to retreat and push forward again. He began pushing back against that tongue, silently urging it even deeper, trying to make it reach his prostate, to no avail.

Harry pulled back, then positioned himself at Draco’s now-relaxed and well-lubricated entrance, thrusting in.

Draco cried out, arching his back, fingers digging into the cushions in front of him. He pushed back against Harry, who was pounding into him like they’d never have sex again. He met every thrust eagerly, shouting his pleasure so loud that Harry could only pray that his silencing spell would hold.

Draco reached down, wrapping a hand around himself and stroking. Just as he was about to come, Harry realized what he was doing and grabbed both his hands, pinning them above his head as he drove himself deep, his cock resting on Draco’s prostate.

Draco gasped, then closed his eyes tight, whimpering, trying to gyrate against Harry to force him into motion. Harry leaned down so that his mouth was up against Draco’s ear, brushing against it as he spoke. “You are not allowed to touch yourself when we have sex, Draco. Ever. Am I clear?” He whispered menacingly.

Draco shivered, nodding. “Crystal.” He answered in a whimper.

Harry nipped his shoulder. “Hm. Good, then.” He said, then began pounding into Draco, letting his scent out fully.

Draco’s purrs increased dramatically as he felt Harry’s scent completely envelop them both, and he realized he was calling for the mating bite.

Harry heard the sound and responded instinctually, thrusting impossibly deep and sinking his fangs into Draco’s neck, coming hard.

Draco screamed as he was thrust headlong into the most intense orgasm of his entire life. He literally saw stars. That is, until the world went black.

*****

Harry recovered to find that Draco had also briefly passed out. He gently kissed him awake, then held him, biting his lip nervously. “We didn’t... Hurt them, did we?” He asked, resting a hand over Draco’s stomach.

Draco smiled lovingly. “No. Never. How could anything so natural and wonderful HURT our children? Besides, we’re finally Bonded. I’m glad we did that before I was too far along to properly enjoy it.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I love you.” He said softly.

Draco kissed him. “I love you more.” He said.

“Doubt that.” Harry retorted. “I’m quite sure our love for each other is about equal. Because I know that love can’t be any more all-consuming than what I feel for you.”

Draco smirked, nodding. “Okay. Then we ARE equal. Good thing, too. Because this thing is permanent now.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Draco, this was permanent the first time you kissed me. I knew then that you were mine.”

Draco didn’t answer. Instead, he cuddled closer to Harry.

Harry looked around. “So, where are we?” He asked curiously.
Draco burst out laughing. “THIS, Harry Love, is the sunroom. My FAVORITE room. And I warded it especially for us. We can let our instincts have free reign for the next few days.”

Harry perked up. “Really? So if I wanted to fuck you silly again and again, I could?” He asked.

Draco smiled. “Yes, but I’d be very sore tomorrow. I can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy GETTING sore, though.”

Harry chuckled. “I’ll give you a break. Besides, I’m hungry.”

Draco giggled. “Of course. Ellie!” Draco called.

A house elf appeared, looking ecstatic. “Master Draco is calling Ellie? Ellie has missed Master Draco!”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I’ve only been gone a month! Really, Ellie, I’m not going to abandon you.”

Ellie nodded obsequiously. “Ellie knows, and Ellie trusts Master Draco! But Ellie misses Master Draco when he goes to school!”

Harry cocked his head at Draco. “She really seems to like you.” He commented.

Draco nodded. “She’s been my personal house elf since I was a baby. I used to have her sneak me sweets from the kitchens all the time. We’re close. Ellie, could you get me some cherries?”

Ellie nodded again. “With cream?” She asked.

Draco smirked. “But of course.” He answered.

“Ellie will be right back!”

Harry snorted as she popped out of the room. “How cute. Your own personal house elf. And she adores you, too.”

Draco huffed. “Well, who wouldn’t?”

Harry smirked. “Well, if I’d had to change your nappies I’m quite sure I’d be a bit less fond of you.”

Draco shrieked in rage, grabbing a pillow and smacking upside his laughing mate’s head. “You vile, evil, disgusting, horrible, detestable, obscene-“

Harry grabbed Draco’s wrists and pinned the teen beneath him. “Oh, you want to see obscene, do you? I think I can manage that.”

Draco gasped as Harry ground into him.

Ellie popped back into the room and Draco shrieked in surprise, shoving Harry off him.

Harry blinked as the house elf disappeared again, leaving behind a bowl of cherries and another of thick cream. “What the hell, Draco?” He asked, frustrated.

Draco blushed. “She doesn’t need to be scarred for life.”

Harry gaped at Draco. “Oh, for fuck’s sake- Are you BLUSHING?!”

“No!” Draco said, turning redder.

Harry laughed. “You are! You’re shy! Oh, this is great! Evil Slytherin Draco Malfoy, afraid of being caught with his pants down by his own house-elf!”

Draco huffed. “I just don’t want anyone else to see me like that, okay? That sight belongs to you, and ONLY you.” He said softly.

Harry stared at him for a long moment, silent. “Draco.” He said, finally. “I... Thank you. That’s the most important thing anyone has ever given me, and I’ll treasure it, I swear.”

Draco blushed further. “I love you, Harry.” He said, leaning into the Gryffindor, whose arms wrapped around him.

Harry ran a hand through Draco’s hair, smiling. “And I love you. More than anything.”
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