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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45316 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Notes: Quick thanks to Morgane for reviewing and letting me know that the format has been all messed up. I'm going through chapter by chapter to fix the problem. If I miss anything, please let me know. Its a quick fix, and makes a big difference. I hadn't realized how bad it had been!
CH69
There was a strange amount of crying going on for such a happy occasion, in Roariel’s opinion, but she tried not to judge humans by her own standards. Instead she kept a watchful eye on all the occupants trying to choke the Heir with hugs and tears. The little prince, she noticed, had refused to have anything to do with anyone, and was currently huddled behind his curtains. Likely sulking because he couldn’t have his lesson that day with everyone’s attention on protecting Harry.
Harry was cheerful but she could see he was holding himself back, his eyes distant, his smile not quite complete. While he had changed drastically since the last year, the ones around him had not, and given his past he probably felt more out of place and abandoned than before. He could not have the childhood others had, and now he was learning that he could never have anything the same as his peers. His true peers were the Fae Gods, not these naïve, short-lived mortals.
A flash of light brought Roariel across the room in an instant, a mechanical contraption crushed in her hand. It was mirrored in the eyes of a small boy.
“It’s okay, Roariel. It’s not a weapon,” Harry said, ignoring the sudden unease of his friends. They were fine around him until they were reminded one way or another that he wasn’t human anymore.
“Sorry about your camera, mate.” Ron gave Collin a sympathetic pat on the back that nearly knocked the smaller boy over. Hermione, determined to keep things as smooth as possible, promised to help repair it, but Collin refused emphatically and drudged off with broken camera in hand.
“Harry, when will you be up again?” Ron asked. “Can you fly yet? Can we race? I bet my broom can take you.” Ron’s exuberance caught Harry by surprise; clearly the boy had been thinking about Harry’s wings more than he had.
“Don’t push him, Ron,” Hermione scolded. “He can barely walk.”
“Well, you don’t need legs for flying…” Ron mumbled.
Harry watched his classmates discreetly. Most could barely look him in the eye, and when they did it was followed with flinches and gulps. Only a few were treating him near normal and that was restricted to what was left of his roommates and Hermione. Dean had perched himself on his pillow, Hermione at his side and Ron by his feet. The arrangement made him feel like they were protecting him, even though his new enemies could destroy them with ease.
Harry's feeling had varied greatly on his friends since his forced captivity at the Dursleys. He realized now that he had not been seeing things clearly. Harry could no longer blame his friends blindly for what had happened to him. It was not their fault, and he knew that they would have done everything they could to help him if they had only known. Harry could not say how they felt for him now after his change. If they ran in fear, that was fine, but at least he knew he held no hostility towards them.
Harry wished Draco would come out of hiding and stay by his side. He wanted everyone to know Draco was his ally, and more importantly, his. But Draco was embarrassed by the attention his Veela gained from the others when Harry was there to see, and the boy insisted he wasn’t feeling well enough.
Embarrassment just wasn’t a normal trait for Draco, yet Harry had sensed it more times than he could remember since they had been thrown together at Grimmauld Place. He found it endearing, but at the moment very frustrating.
“I collected notes for you to read up on while you’re in here. You must be going mad; I don’t know how in the world Malfoy is surviving.” Hermione heaved her book bag up onto the bed, managing to pull out a huge stack of papers and dropping them onto Harry’s knees. “I arranged them by class and then by dates so you won’t get confused. Anything with a yellow highlight will be on the make up midterm exams.”
Ron met Harry’s eyes and gave an awkward cough. Harry asked her to place them on his side table and told her he’d go through them later. They fell into an uncomfortable silence. It was such a typical Hermione thing to do, and it exposed what was hiding beneath the surface. Somewhere between the summer and his return a void had grown between the three of them.
Harry gave it some thought and decided that he didn’t much like it.
Dean was the one to breach the silence, sharp to his friends’ stupidity. “It was awesome what he did for you, Har. I didn’t think Malfoy had it in him, but he damn near almost died pulling that spear out of you. Of course, I’m sure one of us would have been more than willing…”
Ron huffed, glaring at Dean. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to suggest that Malfoy is a better friend than Mione and I are? Just because Seamus isn’t here doesn’t mean you get to do your little psychoanalysis thing on us instead.”
Dean gave an unabashed shrug, but Ron wasn’t done. “We have been through way more stuff over the years! Last year alone, fighting against Umbridge and the Death Eaters! Why if I had half a mind I’d pop you one.”
“Thankfully you don’t,” Dean ducked away with a roguish smile.
“I’m sorry we’ve been unkind, Harry. It’s all just so very new,” Hermione broke in, her hand resting on Harry’s arm. She gave a look around the group and lowered her gaze. “It’s just there are some difficult subjects to breach right now. A lot has gone on.”
“A whole lot,” Ron agreed. “But that doesn’t mean anything, you got that? Neville is a sparkly elf, Seamus is off turning into who knows what, Dean has been spending way too much time with the Slytherins, Hermione has cut out half her classes to study up on this whole Fae business, and just because you look like a bloody pretty boy with those glowy eyes doesn’t mean anything important has changed.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Harry put his hands to his face, scowling when those around him only smirked and nodded in agreement. Harry’s appearance had changed in a very appealing manner, which Ginny was happy to announce. “Keep that talk for Malfoy; I sure as hell don’t want to hear it.”
At the mention of Draco most every occupant in the room turned their direction to Malfoy’s bed curtains. They had all taken the proper potions, but it didn’t stop them from their desperate curiosity to see the beautiful Veelan boy again.
Harry’s grateful smile was not lost on his closest friends. Ron and Hermione beamed back, the three of them basking in their friendship. “Will you stay with me for dinner? Madame Pomfrey said a few could stay as long as we keep the noise down.”
Hermione glanced around before leaning in and answering. “That would be a good idea. We have news you should hear.” The tone of Hermione’s voice spoke volumes, and when Harry looked up at Ron he could see a darkness in his eyes.
Taking this as a cue, Dean pushed himself from the bed, placing his sketchbook aside. “Alright, you lot. I warned you what would happen if you started poking around Malfoy’s bed.”
As their classmates wandered out towards dinner, Hermione pulled a paper from her bag and handed it to Harry. It was the Daily Prophet, postdated three days ago. “You don’t have to read it right now. The rundown is that a group of Domin were spotted in France, out in plain sight, a person very well resembling Wormtail leading them. The thing is…” Hermione grabbed another newspaper and handed it to Harry. “Dean got this muggle paper from home.”
Harry stared at the cover picture. It was darkly lit, dust and debris hiding the subject in a fog. He could make out the shape of a car, and a signpost bent in a sharp angle. The title read “Lava Consumes Twenty Kilometer Expanse.” Harry skimmed through the article, his demeanor growing cold with each sentence of death and destruction.
“This is where they were spotted?” He asked, referring back to the Daily Prophet.
“Close to it, yes. There is no mention of the disaster though.”
“Of course not,” Harry said with restraint. “Acknowledging it would force the Ministry to have to do something about it.” He tossed the papers aside. “Any idea of motive? You know, besides the obvious psychotic one.”
Ron nodded. “Dad was going on about one of the Unspeakables disappearing. It matches the same time and day as the quake. We’re pretty sure… well…”
Hermione picked it up when Ron couldn’t speak. “Harry, it was a distraction. Voldemort sent the Domin to destroy those poor people and while all eyes were turned that way they plucked up Shen. It’s been the second Unspeakable lost. Something is going on there.”
“Malfoy, you listening to any of this?” Harry called.
There was a long silence, and then a yawn came from behind Draco's bed curtains. “Yes, I suppose I am.” When Draco seemed no more inclined to contribute, Harry pushed himself from bed, much to Hermione’s distress.
Harry walked shakily over and stood, silhouetted by Draco’s curtains. The sleeping area swam with Draco's scent, most of it sexual as the boy continued to struggle with his Veela. “You want to deal with this now?” Harry asked quietly, eyes caught on Draco’s beautiful sleepy face.
Draco shrugged. “What’s to deal with? The Unspeakable is gone, and Voldemort has used your Domin to destroy innocents. What’s done is done, Potter.”
Harry’s shoulders took on a dejected slump. He slid the rest of the way past the curtains to sit on Draco’s bed. He could feel Draco's heat and aura of energy now, along with a sharp tang of fresh sex scent. “I hate this.”
“I know.” Draco closed his eyes as if to sleep, but his body was alert, feeling sparks from where Harry placed a hand on his. “The first Unspeakable, Consdale, was killed around the same time the Domin first appeared. It stands to reason that the Unspeakables have something Voldemort wants, or something he doesn’t want others to get. There are a lot of items, and even more information to be found in the Department of Mysteries.”
Harry remembered all too well Voldemort’s interest in the Department of Mysteries in the past. “I think I’ll call White Towers for Christien. He has some dealings with the Unspeakables.”
Draco’s eyes opened, a hard look on his face. “I still have business to see to with the Council. I have not forgotten.” Loxton might be dead but White Towers still had to answer for what they had put Harry through.
Harry gave him a puzzled look, curious to the murderous intent suddenly radiating from Draco. It was... appealing. Very much so. “I told you your mom is there now, didn’t I?”
“I saw it through your eyes that day. Don’t you pay attention to anything, Potter?” The curtains moved and Draco sat up, his hand unconsciously pulling from Harry’s. Ron peeked his head in.
“Well, does he know anything?” Ron asked.
“Might as well open the curtains, Weasley,” Draco said resignedly. He made sure he wasn’t touching Harry in any way, resenting it as he did. “I know as little as the rest of you. Clearly the Unspeakables have something, or some knowledge that Voldemort is seeking. We can only assume that he did not get it from Consdale and that is why he has captured Shen.”
“Or it could be something more defensive,” Hermione suggested, throwing Draco’s bed curtains back fully and politely making a point not to stare at the ethereal creature Draco had become over the summer. “Maybe he’s trying to keep information from reaching the right people?”
“Whatever it is, he’s sure putting on a terrible show for everyone. For all we know Voldie needs a body count every time he captures an Unspeakable. It could be a ritual.” Draco stared off blankly for a moment. “It could be a sacrifice for the Domin. Perhaps a way to gain power over them. They are not content to be his slaves.”
Ron nodded his head at that, remembering all too well from his and his brothers' run in with the Domin. “Well, we don't necessarily need to know why old Voldie is stealing the Unspeakables, as long as we can start protecting them now. The Order should have a watch out on them...” He trailed off, meeting Harry's sudden dark gaze.
Harry's nostrils flared in silent anger at mention of the Order protecting anyone, his brows knit and jaw clenched. They all warily watched him for any signs of impending rage, but it never came. Instead, Harry's deep breath to calm himself seemed to distract him, green eyes drifting to Draco's bare shoulder. He leaned in, breathing the blonde's scent unashamedly.
“Don't do it, Potter.” Draco warned tightly, as moist heat curled over his shoulder and throat. He could almost feel Harry's tongue and teeth, Draco's body eagerly anticipating touch. He should have worn a shirt, Draco realized dully.
Draco was feeling explosive lately, waiting for any spark to set him off into an emotional, lust fueled state. It had been ages since Nox Ămor had relieved some of the Veelan ache and with each day it had grown back to unbearable proportions. Harry being awake had only made things worse. Having the brooding, gorgeous boy finally up and available had started to fuel obsessive sexual thoughts that Draco had little ability to control, never mind prevent.
Not moving away, Harry looked up and locked gazes with the blonde. “Don't tell me what to do, Malfoy.”
It was Draco's turn to breath deep, trying in vain to keep his anger from rising to the challenge.
Draco wondered if Harry recognized what he was doing at times like these. Did the dragon in Potter speak up the same way the Veela in Draco called? Was that stupid tail of his whispering in his ear, offering creative suggestions until Harry couldn't ignore it anymore? The thought was dangerous, too dangerous in Draco's current state.
“Um, so Harry, maybe you should leave Malfoy alone for a bit?” Hermione suggested. “I don't know if you've noticed, but his Veela is having a reaction.”
Harry 's expression didn't change, but he did eventually break his aggressive stare to turn to the girl. “I'm well aware. Your repellent seems to be working fine.”
“...Right. But maybe you should be a little considerate to Malfoy? He's gone through a lot while you were out.”
That earned Hermione a warning growl from her friend.
Draco quickly intervened as the girl paled. “Granger—not something you want to stick your nose in. I appreciate the thought, but you don't understand the complexities of this... relationship.” The word felt foreign in Draco's mouth. Relationship.
Hermione went to speak again, but Ron grabbed her shoulder lightly. “Mione, we've been over this. What seems odd to you is perfectly natural to Fae Wizards. No wands, new rituals, animal instincts; they're fine.”
“But...” She gave a small sigh, worry still etched in her features. “I'm trying, I swear. Harry, when you portkeyed into the Great Hall, wings, horns and tail it was a lot easier to remember these things. But right now... well, you're not the same, that's for sure, but you at least look pretty normal as far as human goes. Its easy to forget, I guess. You seem the same as always...”
Harry wanted to be interested in what Hermione was saying, he really did, but he was having difficulty focusing. It was centered on the fact that Malfoy was refusing any physical contact while they had visitors. That he wouldn't even let him touch—!
“Stop!” Draco hissed, pulling his hand away before Harry could reach him.
Harry narrowed his eyes, but held himself in check. “Its been hours, Malfoy.”
“I damn well know,” Draco snapped, in no way unaffected by the lack of contact. “I made myself very clear about this: different place, different people, different boundaries.”
Harry gave a rather vicious snarl, standing up and stalking dizzily to the door leading out of the wing of the hospital ward. He stood there, vibrating with barely restrained energy, needing as much space from Draco as possible if he hoped to behave. Roariel, who had taken bird form when the other students had left, flew to his shoulder in a comforting fashion.
Watching the display, Ron decided it had been a long enough day for all of them. “Guys, we can do this tomorrow, okay? Mione and I can catch the end of dinner in the Great Hall. And you two... well, you two can get whatever it is the both of you need without an audience making you uncomfortable.”
Hermione gave him a curious look which Ron returned with a 'tell you later' shrug. Ron couldn't admit it out loud, but approaching Harry to get to the door was actually quite intimidating. He had hoped whatever anger the boy was feeling had been directed at Malfoy, but it seemed more a resentment to Ron and Hermione's presence.
Ron understood because he understood the erratic behavior associated with newborns. But on an emotional level where logic held no sway, he was disappointed. He wanted things to be back to the way they used to be, where he and Hermione were the most important people in Harry's life. Knowing Harry was putting company with Malfoy, a former enemy, over seeing his two best friends was hard to get used to.
All sad thoughts of change left Ron's mind when, at their approach, Harry shooed Roariel away to guard the outside door and leaned in for a hug. Hermione was first, the girl giving a soft squeak as she was pulled against Harry's chest and nuzzled thoroughly.
It had been easy enough to explain imprinting to the young witch, but the actual experience was far more intimate and difficult to put in to words. Ron found it to agree with Hermione, face flush and pupils dilated once she was finally released. He thought of stealing a kiss from her in that moment. But Harry just as quickly embraced him and all thoughts flew in a muffle of heat and darkness.
*****
Harry watched quietly as his two dearest friends left in a daze, staring at the closed door long moments after they were gone. Draco shifting on the bed drew his attention and Harry turned, meeting the molten silver eyes across the room.
The things he wanted to do to the beautiful boy... The things he wanted... Harry's hands clenched into fists, sweat prickling the skin at his nape. He was not immune, Harry realized quite suddenly. This body of his, with all its power and magic, was still just a body. A body that wanted—no, needed Draco Malfoy.
As if acknowledging it had unlocked something inside, Harry's power rose up, darkness blocking out the white walls and ceiling lamps of the hospital room. He tried to control himself, shutting his eyes to block out the Veelan call. But he could feel Draco's quiet approach, the other boy's pulse an enthralled moth being drawn to him.
“Potter...?” Draco's voice was hoarse and full of need. Harry could feel him; heat, scent, magic.
“...Not now.” Harry managed to grit out. “Not in control...”
The excitement his words caused in the blonde was not beyond Harry's senses, and he feared Draco would push him, break what was left of his control. Draco's Veela was clamoring, desperate... Probably able to taste sex a mile away...
“Hush...” One of Draco's hands found Harry's. “It's going to be alright... Just relax. Stop tightening up like that.”
“Malfoy, please... you need to get away right now...”
“Shhh...” Draco's other hand found Harry's free hand, and with great restraint, the boy leaned his bare chest lightly against Harry's tense form. “Relax, Potter. Relax...”
Harry moaned softly at the contact. Every breath he took rocked Draco into him. He knew it would be nothing to break free of the hands trying to keep him still. But somehow Draco's self control kept Harry in check. As long as the boy was offering comfort, Harry was able to hold back.
Draco was trying his best, but Harry's arousal was intoxicating to him. He felt feverish and slow, and in desperate need of relief from the tension in the air.
Harry's scent was overwhelming. The skin above Harry's t shirt collar, inches from Draco's face, was moist with sweat. Draco couldn't stop himself from leaning that last bit forward, tongue tasting flesh.
Harry couldn't think, lost in the sensation of Draco's mouth moving slowly over his throat. “Draco...” He whispered, wanting to warn the boy. But Draco had reached his jaw now, small, controlled bites sending shudders through Harry.
Harry moved his head down, brushing lips to gasping lips. Their first kiss was slow and heady, Harry's tongue exploring Draco's hot mouth. Their second kiss was harder, bruising once Harry wrenched a hand free and grabbed Draco by the back of the neck.
“Relax,” Draco murmured, moving his head back where Harry's hand directed. Harry's response was to wrap Draco's hair around his hand, pulling harder with the new leverage and earning a carnal groan from the boy.
Draco's eyes were dark, just a thin halo of silver around enlarged pupils. His perfectly pale skin was flushed, and his lips were swollen and full from Harry's kiss. The sight brought a possessive growl deep from Harry's chest.
“Hush... Calm down, Harry.” Carefully, Draco reached up and caught Harry's hand and untangled it from his hair. “We're both a little excitable right now...” He trailed off and swallowed as Harry moved against him, his erection hard against Draco's hip. “Harry... I...”
Draco didn't struggle when Harry pulled both of his hands free and wrapped them around Draco's waist, pressing their bodies together from chest to knee. The fabric of Harry's shirt was agony on Draco's sensitive nipples as they breathed together.
With his hands free Draco found himself slipping fingers beneath the hem of Harry's shirt. Suddenly he stopped, self conscious, when one of the bandages wrapping his scarred hands caught.
Through the red haze in his head, Harry could feel the other cringe, could feel Draco try to curl in on himself as if he wanted to disappear completely. The Veela had gone quiet, its call silenced by Draco's self loathing.
Harry wanted to tell Draco how beautiful he was, how stupid he was being for feeling that any part of him wasn't completely perfect, scars and all. But Harry knew words couldn't rewrite how Draco saw himself. Experience and time were the only ways to heal such a wound.
Harry buried his face in Draco's silky hair, breathing in the scent. He would give Draco an experience so he could see that he was beautiful. He would show the amazing young man that he deserved no less than to be worshiped.
Draco was pulled from his thoughts when Harry's hands, once innocently enough on his waist, started moving down, cupping his ass and rocking their hips together. Draco failed to stop the cry that tore free from the intense feel of Harry's erection against his own. Draco failed again when, his head cloudy in want, he slashed claws into Harry's back.
Another growl from Harry, low and dangerous, sent Draco spinning. He felt himself being lifted, Harry's arms hooking under his thighs and trapping him into his embrace. Draco slipped his fingers into Harry's hair as the boy kissed him, hot and aggressive with possessive intent.
He could feel Harry shake, his strength not fully restored. “Down, Potter. Ground. Now.” Draco demanded, grateful when Harry didn't place him down, but bent knees and lowered the two of them to the floor. Familiar pillows scattered the area, and Draco wondered if they were back in Grimmauld Place in the closet Harry had claimed so long ago.
The wonder was short lived. Harry pushed Draco backwards onto a large pillow, claws tearing into his shoulders. “Fuck...” Draco groaned, head falling back without his consent, legs still wrapped around Harry's waist. His eyes slit open, watching Harry watch him as the brunette pinned Draco's bandaged arms down on both sides of his head.
Draco's throat was dry as were his lips, which he licked nervously. Things were getting out of control. “Potter... I didn't mean to, uh, ensnare you. The Veela, its been wild... obsessed even. I had assumed you weren't effected... but now...”
Harry glared down, a dark smile slowly twisting his lips. “Are you asking me to stop?”
A war waged through Draco. Harry was sort of... brittle... when it came to emotions. Easily broken, easily betrayed; Draco getting what he wanted by using Harry could be damn destructive.
“I think... I think if I knew you were impervious to my Veela, I wouldn't have a problem.” Draco finally answered, blushing at what he was admitting.
Studying him curiously for a moment, Harry bent his head and ran his tongue from Draco's belly button up to his collar bone. “What if I told you... Madame Pomfrey had insisted on giving me some of that veela repellent?”
Squirming, Draco bit back a moan. Draco could distinguish between those dosed with the potion and those not. Harry was certainly not. “Try again, Potter—not the tongue!” He added, glaring at the laughing green eyes.
“Draconis...” Harry drawled his name out into a purr. “I am apparently a super powerful creature that cannot be ensnared by much anything... Well, except that damn crystal that nearly got us all killed.” He nuzzled Draco's throat, hot breath followed by quick nips into the pale flesh. “Do you really think your little Veela has power over me?”
“Ah... oh... That's actually convincing...” Draco let his eyes close, focusing on the sharp teeth biting his ear in exquisite torture. “Just, how...”
“Quiet, Malfoy. Please... just quiet.” Harry whispered hungrily. “Don't make me stop...”
Draco swallowed hard and nodded. He went to reach for Harry, only to find his wrists still pinned. Not to be deterred, he raised his head and met Harry in a kiss. Harry pressed his weight down into Draco, firm, hard flesh pushing him down. Draco felt his Veela rise up, feathers sprouting and dusting his skin, wings pushing back into the pillow as they fought for room.
Harry pushed up, staring down at Draco's iridescent glow, unconsciously licking his lips. “Draco... do you remember the creature that followed me into the Great Hall?”
Draco nodded, arching his back as Harry pressed his hips down. “...Exault.”
Harry's eyes grew darker, watching Draco fight for more physical contact. “Keep your arms where they are.” Harry ordered, slowly lifting his restraining hands away. He saw the fight in Draco's eyes, the angry spark of pride, and Harry pinned the boy's arms again, growling. “Stay!”
Draco let out a shaky breath, and then a moan. “...Fine.”
Harry slowly released the arms again, reading Draco's eyes to make sure he would behave. “That creature belongs to my brother. A very vicious, possessive being that rivals me in power.”
Harry ran a hand over Draco's flat stomach, letting his claws grow so he could scratch lightly at the flesh. Draco whimpered, fucking whimpered, and Harry could not stop himself from moving down the beautiful body and licking smooth taut muscles.
Draco thrashed his head to the side, his hips rising up as Harry's mouth began biting at his naval. Vaguely, Draco realized Harry was trying to warn him about the insane and murderous La Lune. But Draco was having a difficult time caring. Harry's face was very close to the bulge in his pajama pants and was all Draco could think of.
“Draco... I want you...”
Head thrown back, Draco gave a choked laugh. “No fucking shit.” He gasped, Harry's strong hands grabbing his hips and digging claws into his flesh. Fuck, that felt good.
Harry gave a low growl, hot heat fanning over Draco's stomach. “Listen to me... This is important.”
“Fuck, Potter. If it's so important than tell me when you're not inches from my dick, okay?” Draco snarled back, moving his hands and tangling them into Harry's hair. He led Harry's face to his straining erection, closing his eyes as he felt Harry's hot breath through his thin pants.
Harry groaned, pressing Draco's hardness against his cheek through the fabric. He could smell Draco's sex, overwhelming and cloying so close to the aching source. Harry pulled Draco's waistband down, unveiling the large prize. Draco's Veela was damn strong in the boy, his cock long with a silver sheen to it, as was known for their kind.
Harry resisted the hands trying to control him, instead slowly breathing in Draco's cool scent again, and licking his tongue to lightly catch on the hard column. He felt Draco tremble, the hands once clawing at Harry's hair stilling from the slight contact. Harry licked him again, moving closer to kiss Draco's thickness with an open mouth, letting his saliva slowly coat where he touched.
Draco was whimpering again, making a sound that Harry was certain meant Draco was begging to be fucked. Which, if Harry could get some damn semblance in his brain, he needed to explain to Draco could not happen. Not if Harry wanted Draco to live.
But Harry could not fight the heat in his head, not with Draco's hips trying to thrust and lodge Draco's cock inside his mouth. Gods, Draco was fucking magnificent. Harry ran his tongue over the sensitive head, not resisting as Draco thrust against his lips. Draco's hands had resumed their grip, pushing Harry down with mouth opening to the large flesh, lips clinging to the shape.
“Oh fuck...” Draco cried, his breath coming out in gasping pants. Harry was slowly bobbing his head, tongue rubbing against his cock as he breached the fiery hot mouth. Harry was... holy fuck... Harry Potter was giving him a blowjob. As if the reality of it was too much to bear, Draco's body arched for completion, Harry's grip tightening to keep him from thrusting too deep.
“That was unexpected...” Harry mumbled, running his tongue along the sides of his mouth to lick up any dripping juices. He had felt Draco swell against his tongue moments before cumming... extremely intimate. Extremely hot.
Harry looked up Draco's panting form, catching the boy's face, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Maybe not so unexpected. Maybe, more unexpected that Draco had made it as long as he had from the moment Harry had pinned him to the ground. Maybe from the moment Draco had walked across the room and grabbed his hand...
“Draco?”
“...Shut up a second.”
Harry glared, pulling the boy down by the hips until Draco was staring up at him wide eyed, face inches away.
“Draco, you are fucking beautiful. Whenever you are achingly hard like that, you are going to come to me. Do you understand?”
Draco just stared, swollen lips parted, breathing heavy.
Harry growled at the lack of response. “Malfoy, it is not a request. I will not stand to have you around other people when like that.”
Draco licked his lips. “Why the fuck do you care?”
Harry shook his head, not exactly sure, but knowing it was extremely important that Draco listen. “Because... I don't want your scent on anyone... The way you smell, it is very much for me.” Harry ran his hands firmly down Draco's side, watching the boy respond. “Just me.”
“Fuck... Harry... You haven't claimed me, so shut up!” Draco tried to push Harry off him, but Harry was far too strong, and Draco's hands were once again pinned to the ground.
Harry let Draco's words sink in, remembering what he had wanted to say earlier. “I can't... not until your seal is removed...but...”
“La Lune,” Draco spat, twisting in the grasp.
“He will kill you,” Harry said with finality.
Draco was not pleased that an absolute, not to mention insane, stranger had some fucking say in what he did with Harry. That Harry actually viewed La Lune as a threat was even more infuriating. Draco didn't want Harry ever thinking of anyone but him, especially not La Lune.
“Potter, get the fuck off me!” Draco hissed, managing to free one of his hands. He twisted, hoping to push himself up, but Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed Draco face down into the pillows. Draco moaned, feeling Harry's very prominent erection burning against his bare ass.
Harry was having a difficult time thinking, Draco's fervor only reminding him how fucking amazing the boy was, and how by all rights, should be his.
“Malfoy... I am going to let you go before I do something very stupid, like fuck you into the ground.”
“Potter... you bastard...”
Harry's nostrils flared, catching the scent of Draco's renewed arousal. Fuck, but Draco was just begging for it, smelling like that... Harry shook his head, gave Draco an extra shove to let the boy know he could damn well have him fucking easy if he wanted to, and sat back. Draco didn't move, just catching his breath.
Draco got up slowly, carefully putting some distance between him and where Harry sat and rearranged his pants. “Potter... this is a fucking problem.”
Harry nodded slowly, rubbing his palm against his eye. “I'd say don't take it personally... but it is damn personal.” Harry let his eyes fall on Draco, taking in his gorgeous feathery form, and flushed face. “Shit, you look amazing. Fucking smell amazing. Get over here, Malfoy.”
Draco groaned, running hands over his thighs to keep him from doing what Harry asked. “You're going to take that ruddy veela repellent. Not another excuse.”
Harry laughed. “It's not the fucking Veela, Malfoy. It shut up the second you came.” Which suddenly had Harry thinking of what Draco tasted like. “Seriously, get your ass over here.”
Draco shook his head. “Shut up. Shut up and listen to me... And stay over there!” He snapped, watching Harry's muscles tense to get up. “It's my fault... well, not my fault. But I should have warned you. That fucked up guy in your head, he uh...”
Harry had no idea what Draco was trying to say, just that the boy had gone red and looked fucking adorable. Draco also seemed a bit distracted, and Harry moved slowly to his knees, getting in a low crouch as Draco studied the floor.
“He bit me, Potter. He bit me... and that's probably why you're being pulled now... and shit, I should have realized...”
Harry froze, something akin to agony crashing down on him. “...Bit?”
Draco looked up, catching the hollow tone in Harry's voice. “Nox Ămor bit me.”
Nox Ămor... That couldn't be right. Harry shook his head. “Draco, that doesn't make any sense.”
Draco chewed his lip. “In your head, while you slept... I was looking over you. I was afraid you were going to die. But... But He woke up instead.”
Narrowing his eyes, Harry looked at Draco again, lithe, glowing and beautiful. He then thought of Nox Ămor, someone quite notorious for being infatuated with pale, glowing, gorgeous men. Harry growled, fingers slowly clenching into fists.
Draco watched the change in Harry but needed to finish. “I thought it was you at first. He was... well, fucking with my head, trying to figure me out.”
“He bit you.” Harry said flatly.
Draco nodded and looked away. “Touched me... And bit me.” Draco started shredding one of the pillows on the floor. “The Veela... it was out of control. I don't know how much you understand them, but once that energy starts building... the torment...”
“I understand, Draco.”
Draco looked up uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes. “Do you?”
Harry moved from his crouch to kneel in front of Draco. “I'm sorry it wasn't me.”
“I wanted it to be you.” Draco closed his eyes, Harry's mouth pressing to his cheek. “Still want it.”
Harry traced up Draco's long, pale throat, fingers brushing softly. Now that he looked, Harry could sense his own power there, glowing dark under the surface. It was faint, but distinctly his. “With your seal, it can't be a complete bond. It will ground the Veela, but not the Dragon Candidate... I want all of you, Draco. All.”
Moaning, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders. “Just fucking bite me, Potter.”
Harry shook his head, remembering again La Lune and the misery he brought down upon anyone the Heir loved. And Harry loved Draco, desperately, deeply he loved the infuriating boy. What else could those feelings be but love? Loud when apart from Draco, and somehow, even louder now back in his embrace.
“Please Harry...” Draco whimpered. “Bite me.”
The needy plea broke through Harry's thoughts and before he realized it, his jaw was wide and Draco's throat was hot against his lips and tongue. He paused there, long moments, feeling the flutter of Draco's pulse against his mouth. Draco tasted cool, like sex and the moon.
“Do it!” Draco demanded heatedly. “Before I fucking go crazy.”
Harry was pretty sure Draco was long past hope. He squeezed his teeth gently, but Draco suddenly stabbed claws into Harry's back, deep. Harry growled, grabbing the boy's hair brutally and holding him still as he clamped teeth into Draco's neck.
“Fuck... fuck, harder!” Draco gasped out, his body tense and bowing backwards. He could feel Harry's growl rumbling against his skin, the sharp teeth and strong jaw pushing him down into absolute submission. Harry power began to rush up over his skin, blinding in intensity. Fuck it was so good... so fucking Harry.
Harry pushed Draco back to the ground, never letting up on his grip. He could feel Draco shudder, hear him cry out for him not to stop. And really, who was he not to give Draco Malfoy everything the stunning boy asked for?
Harry lifted one of Draco's knees, pulling it up around his hips and thrusting against the boy. Draco was hard again, pushing back with just as much force. Draco's hands were suddenly tearing at his pants, the crippled fingers unable to work the fly on Harry's jeans. Harry undid the clasp for him, eyes rolling back when Draco enthusiastically pressed cock to cock, and slammed into Harry's hips.
Harry wanted to comment on demanding sex starved Veelas, but felt his mouth was still better served binding Draco to his magic, making the boy a part of him at every inch Harry's power could reach. Draco reeked of sex and now blood, dripping down Harry's jaw and onto Draco's collarbone and chest.
Draco was doing something maddening with his hips, and Harry began to move with him, meeting thrust for thrust. He couldn't help but listen as Draco whimpered and moaned, begging again and again for more.
Harry couldn't take it anymore, forcing his weight fully onto Draco's writhing form. He reached between the crush of their bodies, wrapping fingers around where their arousals pressed together, and slowly began to move his hand up and down.
Draco gave a great, aching cry, hands scrabbling at Harry's hips and ass. Once again, Harry had to wonder how the boy could hold out so long, Draco's body so quickly responsive to any touch he gave it... Oh, and Draco was making that whimpering sound again, low and pitiful with need.
“Don't stop... fuck, Harry... don't you dare fucking stop...”
Harry tightened his grip, increasing his speed as Draco rocked his hips for more. He wanted to see Draco's face, wanted to watch the boy as he swelled and came in his hand, but couldn't seem to release his jaw from Draco's bleeding throat. The feel of Draco's hot cum on his fingers was the last he could handle, and Harry groaned into Draco's neck, thrusting against the boy's beautiful body as he came.
It was long moment before Draco said anything, his body trembling and chest rising with every ragged breath as Harry rested heavily atop him. “Keep biting... Just a little more.”
Harry would have laughed if he could, would have thrown Draco onto his stomach and taken him, if he wasn't so exhausted all of a sudden. His jaw ached, and he could feel his hands shaking from exertion. Gods, but Draco smelled amazing...
Slowly, tentatively, Harry unlocked his jaw and removed his teeth from the side of Draco's throat. The boy made a sound of protest at the loss, but then sighed, appeased, when Harry started to lick the flesh and the blood that had dribbled down.
“Don't ever leave me,” Draco said suddenly, burying his head in Harry's neck. “Be mine, and don't ever go.”
Harry stared down at Draco's bowed head, surprised by the intense emotion in the boy's voice. Draco sounded vulnerable and needy; neither of which Harry had ever associated with the feisty dragon. But then... Draco had always hidden great depths, even from the beginning.
Smiling to himself, Harry rolled to the side, and pulled Draco with him. He wrapped arms tight around the slender boy, grateful that Draco gave no protest to the much needed cuddling.
Harry thought then, as Draco's breathing evened out into sleep, wondering what the boy had gone through while Harry had been at White Towers. And now, more than ever, wondering what had happened when Harry had been unconscious for nearly two months.
Nox Ămor had tried to claim Draco. In one fucking meeting. There was no way the deity was ignorant to the danger he had put Draco in. Nox Ămor might as well have slapped a glowing 'Kill Me' sign on Draco's throat, one La Lune would be happy to fulfill.
And as Harry looked at Draco, pale throat bruised fresh with his mark, he could understand the drive, even now, to make the boy his. No matter the cost. As long as Draco was his and his alone. And Harry knew, when the time came, he would do it again.
What a monstrous, selfish beast he was becoming.
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