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Light of Heaven	By : Draeconin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Light of Heaven

by Draeconin

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Chapter 7
A week later, both young men were much more comfortable with their budding relationship. Their link/bond had stayed about the same, but their non-contact time had expanded to about five minutes. They had come to recognise the slight unease that occurred before contact became a necessity, and had also expanded their repertoire of casual touch; brushing fingertips, stroking a cheek, a quick, light kiss - these were all that was needed to renew their comfort level for short periods, although they still needed to hold hands for extended lengths of time a few times a day, and still woke up tangled with each other.
Not to say that all was peaceful and happy all the time. Their world-views differed greatly enough that they had their share of arguments, but they never descended into the nastiness that had once prevailed. Nor did they always reach agreement; but when their emotions reached high enough levels, their link would start echoing their emotional states back and forth, causing confusion and weakness. They soon learned to stop their arguments before things got that far.
They had also read the books pertinent to themselves and their situation, and had caught up on their schoolwork. There was even a bonus; they were helping each other in those scholastic areas where they were weak.

"Tomorrow's your birthday, Harry," Draco remarked quietly.
Harry swallowed. "I know." His voice was almost hoarse with strain. "If I could, I'd sleep on the couch without my wand, and have you lock the doors. As it is, I think you should be ready to cast Petrificus Totalis on me, in case I do something stupid. I'm still going to give you my wand until I can trust myself - and you can trust me."
"I'd like to trust you, Harry, but not knowing what's going to happen scares me." Draco had come a long way in a very short time in being able to admit his feelings, especially the 'weak' ones - at least, to Harry.
"Like I've said, you have a very good instinct for survival. Not that I think I could hurt you; at least, not intentionally." Harry smiled weakly at the Slytherin.
Everyone who knew where they were, dropped in on them that day to check up on them. Madam Pomfrey was the last to leave, after doing a thorough medical exam on both of them.
"Bloody hell!" Harry sighed. "They don't half know how to pile on the stress, do they? It's not like I don't have enough to worry
about, right? Now I have to deal with all these stupid reassurances that everything's going to be all right; and nobody knows for sure!"
"You're not the only one, you know," Draco said, peevishly.
Harry turned around, stricken, and pulled the blond young man into his arms. "Oh, Draco, I'm sorry for being selfish. You even have to fear me."
"I'm not afraid of you, Harry. Just nervous. And if you can't control yourself, I'll deal with it. I'd rather we meet on this as equals, though, since that's possible."
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
"How do you feel about me? We've never talked about it."
Draco pulled away, and went to sit on the divan. Harry followed, but left space between them, as a sign of respect for the moment. "You can't feel it?" Draco asked.
"I don't want to pry. I haven't 'looked'."
Draco sighed. "Even less than you, Harry, I don't know. All I've ever really known is duty, anger and fear. Any bit of happiness I felt was always because I thought I'd proven myself superior to someone. Now that I look back on it, it seems like it was always a nasty kind of happiness." He looked up into Harry's eyes. "I don't know what I'm feeling for you, Harry. I know it's strong, but I don't know what it is."
"Can you describe it?"
Draco seemed to find something fascinating in his lap as he began to speak. "Well, it's not like my heart leaps for joy whenever I look at you, but I feel - happy, I guess. Peaceful, and - safe. Most of the time, anyway." Draco shot Harry a sly grin; then sobering, looked back to his lap. "Sometimes I just want to pull you into me when we hug." An involuntary picture came into Harry's mind, and Draco caught it. "No! Not like that! Not in a sexual way," he said, half in a panic. Then "Well, sometimes, but I don't think I'm ready to go that far just yet," he admitted shyly. "But I meant... I can't find the words. Do you know how rare that is for me, Harry? Anyway, at other times, I just want to choke the living shite out of you." Draco couldn't restrain a little smirk as he said that. "And then you look at me with those beautiful, emerald-green eyes of yours, and I, well, kind of melt."
Harry reached over and tilted Draco's chin up. Looking into Draco's soft, bluish-gray eyes, he said "Draco, if that isn't love, it's the next best thing. That's much as I feel about you, too." He smirked. "Looks like we still haven't completely gotten over our four-year-old bad habit, if we still want to kill each other at times."
He paused. "You really think I've got beautiful eyes?"
Draco gave him a little petulant, yet playful, shove, then sobering, added "Harry, it feels so hard. Love is supposed to be easy, isn't it?"
"You're asking me?" Harry asked, with a self-deprecating laugh. "I don't know, Draco. In a very short time, you've become more important to me than anyone I can think of. But Dumbledore said it was all there to begin with; just that we'd twisted it. I think he might be right, but it feels so strange to be talking love with you now, when we were at each other's throats less than two weeks ago."
Draco nodded thoughtfully. "And now we're supposed to mate. I don't mind that so much, anymore. I just wish..."
"I know," Harry said, and lightly kissed his forehead.
They spent the rest of the day in a state of moody anticipation and worry, wrapped up in each other's arms for comfort.
That night, they went to bed fully clothed.

Harry woke. It was too hot. Sweat soaked his clothes, and rolled off his brow. His whole body felt like one huge bruise. He groaned. Draco didn't look like he was sleeping peacefully, either. Not surprising, considering their emotional link. With Harry's groan, Draco stirred, and reached over with his other hand to caress the sweaty young man once, but didn't wake. Harry decided not to wake his bedmate, but he couldn't take the heat. He stripped, but it didn't seem to help much. The heat and aching, although very uncomfortable, didn't seem to merit medical attention, though, so he determined to just wait it out. After what seemed like hours, and may well have been, the ache eased, as did the feeling of overweening heat, and he dropped into the deep, dreamless sleep of exhaustion.

"Harry? Harry! Wake up!"
Harry woke fairly easily, compared to his regular waking routine. To say that he wasn't much of a morning person, would be an understatement. "Hm? What's the matter, Draco? You sound frantic." He couldn't figure out why Draco would be acting like this, as he couldn't sense anyone else in the vicinity; except for Nearly Headless Nick, and he was about two rooms away to the west. But he was harmless.
In the face of his intended's emotional state, the observation itself went unnoticed by him - a fact that would have him wondering about his sanity, later, to overlook something like that.
The look on Draco's face was a strange one; a mixture of wonder, awe, a bit of lust, and more than a little bit of anxiety. "Harry, you've changed!"
"Yes, I know. I've got feelings for the son of one of my biggest enemies," Harry teased.
"No, Harry, I mean you've changed!" said Draco, almost frantically. He decided to ignore the 'enemy' bit. After all, it was true.
Harry frowned. "What are you on about? I don't feel any differently... Well, a little better than usual. A lot better than usual, now that I'm taking notice."
Draco thought briefly, then decided showing would do more good than any amount of explaining would. "Come on. Let's go to the loo."
"Why didn't you just say you needed to use the facilities?" Harry asked. "We've both done that for the other before."
Giving this familiar stranger a withering look, but without answering, Draco tried to pull Harry along, but unexpectedly found that he wasn't going anywhere. Harry was puzzled by the look he'd just received, was looking quizzically at the blond, and wasn't budging. To Draco, he seemed somehow more - solid, than the day before. "I want you to look in the mirror!" he explained. At that, Harry gave a mental shrug, and decided to humour his boyfriend.
When Harry looked at himself in the mirror, it was like looking at an idealised painting of himself, because that was not the Harry Potter that had gone to bed the night before. His body, his entire self was somehow - better. It was essentially the same body he'd had last night, maybe two or three inches taller, but somehow more refined, more finely sculpted. His muscles were more defined, tighter, but also sleeker. The planes of his body now seemed to almost flow from one to the other, giving the overall impression of being dangerously, beautifully, feral.
He was also very hungry, but right now curiosity won out over physical needs, although 'curiosity' was an extremely mild word to describe what Harry was feeling. Perhaps 'fascinated wonder' would come closer.
There were a few other changes, as well. His skin was finer, smoother, paler; his normal deep tan from all of his hours of forced garden work at the Dursley's now much lightened, and his calouses were gone. His hair was longer, just touching his shoulders. He kind of liked the look, but it was a bit ragged, and would need to be trimmed. Other than that, his eyebrows, eyelashes, and a patch of pubic hair, were all the dark hair he had left, and was of an almost silky texture. It seemed even darker than before, almost as though it had depth. All the other coarse hair his body had been developing, as most boys his age did, was gone; his longer, darker leg and arm hairs, the few that had been developing on his lower stomach and chest - all gone. All the other body hair left was the very fine hair that even a seven-year-old has on his skin. Even his downy beginnings of a beard had gone. His penis had lengthened slightly and was rounder, less wrinkled in its flaccid state, his scrotum fuller, hung lower, and his testicles heavier. These were the more obvious changes.
One of the less obvious changes was Harry's eyes. As he and Draco would learn over time, they changed colour with his moods; all shades of green, sometimes mixed with various shades of gold, and when angry, red. They glowed with an inner light that was hard to see unless it was dark, or you were looking for it, or more brightly, as he was to learn later, when his emotions ran strongly, especially when angry.
Now that he was a bit more awake, he noticed that his vision was sharper; almost too sharp. He was seeing everything with so much detail that it all seemed somewhat surreal. He could hear Draco's breathing - short, shallow breaths, his heart beating a bit too fast, even the blood in his larger arteries. They needed showers, Harry decided. The sharp scent of Draco's anxiety was distressing him, especially as there seemed to be little cause for it. And he, himself, was still covered with an acrid-smelling dried sweat.
It was at that point that Harry stopped in shocked realization, eyes widening, nostrils flaring slightly, as he took stock of what had just occurred. "Draco, I think I need to sit down." He sat on the edge of the tub.
"Are you okay? I mean, other than..." Draco gulped. "Harry?"
With his newly-awakened senses, he knew what Draco was asking. "I'm still Harry, my love. Just, it seems, a new and improved Harry. I'm in a bit of shock." He continued talking, explaining what he had just noticed about himself.
Draco listened intently, but one of the things Harry had said was waving a huge red flag at him. Harry had just handed Draco another emotional shock. "Did you just call me - 'my love' - Harry?" he asked, weakly.
Harry swiftly rose and turned to the blond, his movements as graceful as a snake's or a big cat's, catching up his intended before Draco could bolt, or his knees buckle - either of which was a good possibility at the moment. Such a revelation would normally have been handled with aplomb by the blond, but on top of everything else that had happened in the last couple of weeks, and especially that morning, he was in an emotional overload. Harry sat again, pulling Draco down onto his lap. Draco just sat there, back straight, one hand on Harry's shoulder, eyes wide, staring into his concerned, jade green eyes.
"I guess that's something else that's changed," Harry chuckled ruefully. "I know what I'm feeling, and especially how I feel about you." He could sense that Draco was in shock, but the chaos in the young man's mind made it impossible to tell how he was feeling otherwise. Their ability to sense each other's moods and occasional mental pictures wasn't a constant anyway, they had found. It ebbed and flowed, rather like an ocean tide, but more unpredictably. He frowned a bit, uncertain. "You don't mind, do you?"
Draco, still in shock, couldn't answer verbally, at first. He shook his head, 'no'. "I... No... I mean... I don't know." He shook his head to clear it. "No. No, I don't mind..." To his annoyance, he felt tears filling his eyes, then slowly trickling down his cheeks. Angry with himself, not understanding why he was crying, he brutally wiped the tears from his face. He quickly changed the subject "Shite. Here's you starkers, and me on your lap, fully dressed. Funny looking picture we'd present, eh?"
Harry allowed the diversion, happy that he hadn't been pushed away, and that Draco was coping. "And here's me showing how happy I am with the situation," Harry teased.
Draco quickly glanced down, somehow knowing to what Harry was referring. He blanched slightly at the sight of a fair-bit larger tool on Harry than the one he'd enjoyed before, then blushed. "Well, some things just don't change, do they, Harry?" he teased back in self-defence. "You're still a pillock!" They laughed together, then an awkward silence developed.
"We should probably get Madam Pomfrey up here, Harry," Draco said, breaking the tension.
"I'm surprised that everyone who knows, hasn't been here already," Harry remarked. "I'm feeling fine, though, so we can call Poppy later, after we've showered and eaten."
"That's true." Then, as a thought occurred to him, Draco delicately suggested "You don't think that, well... They might be thinking that - we..." Draco could talk the talk and discuss others' sexual activities as though it were no more than discussing the mating habits of animals, but when it came to reality, and his own involvement with it, especially considering their present situation, he found himself floundering in waters too deep for his comfort.
Harry caught on. "That we might be mating?" Draco, blushing violently, nodded. "It could be. I wouldn't put it past Dumbledore, at least. And if I scented that you were ready, we probably would be."
One shock on top of another. "You can - smell - that kind of thing, now?"
"It seems so, yes." Standing up, he dumped Draco on the floor. "And speaking of smells, I need a shower. After sleeping in your clothes, you probably do, too."
"In other words, you know I do," Draco commented, as he climbed off the floor, rubbing his sore backside. Harry didn't say anything, just continued to adjust the water temperature, so Draco started getting undressed. "You won't... You know...?"
"I'm not an animal, Draco. I can control myself; at least until your scent is right. After that, I don't know. You read the same books I did."
Draco nodded, then another realization hit him. "Hold on! How were you able to dump me on my arse without feeling it yourself?"
Harry's eyes widened a bit in thought. "Good question. Maybe because you deserve to be dumped on your arse, for past crimes against Gryffindors?" he teased.
That was too much. Draco slapped Harry's biceps, just enough to sting (not wanting to feel anything worse himself) - and didn't feel it. He almost cheered, stopped himself, then decided to anyway. "Hurrah! I'm cured! I didn't feel it!" He laughed, almost maniacally.
Harry laughed, too, then snaked an arm around Draco's waist, and pulled him into the shower.
"Harry!" Draco complained, "I've still got my trousers on!"
"I know. Serves you right, you little git." Harry chuckled, kissed Draco soundly, then finished undressing him, himself. After throwing the soaking garments out of the shower, he pulled the blond to him and kissed him, then frowned as he didn't get a response, other than the initial one of pale hands and forearms passively-aggressively pressed flat against his chest, keeping a couple of inches of space between them. "What's wrong, Draco?"
"You said you wouldn't..." Draco stalled in mid-sentence.
Understanding dawned. "Draco, I won't. But does that mean we can't do any of the things we've already done? I can't hurt you, and for me, forcing you to be intimate with me constitutes harm. All you have to do is tell me to stop when you get uncomfortable with anything we're doing. Can you trust me on that?"
Draco looked further up than he had been getting used to, into gold-flecked green eyes, and there he saw nothing but truth and sincerity. Slowly, he nodded. "Yes, I think I truly can," he said, with wonder in his voice.
Harry slowly lowered his lips to his blond lover's, and this time the gentle kiss was returned; tentatively at first, and then with interest. Draco's hands slipped from Harry's chest to his hips, then around Harry's back, pulling him closer. But this was a whole new Harry, and Draco couldn't keep his hands from wandering, exploring his lover's new body.
Just as things were getting interesting, Harry took hold of Draco's shoulders and gently pushed him away. Panting slightly, he looked into Draco's slightly hurt and confused eyes, and said "Let's dry off and finish this where we can be more comfortable, okay?"
Reassured, Draco only smiled and nodded.
They dried each other, and though Draco was in a hurry, Harry took his time, delicately toweling every square inch of the Slytherin's body dry. It was driving Draco mad, and Harry knew it.
"Harry! Please!"
"Please what, Draco?"
"You know! Hurry!"
"But what's the rush, sweetheart?"
"Harry!" He paused. "'Sweetheart'? Harry, that's so sappy!" He paused again. "I rather like it." He grinned. Harry smothered it with a kiss as he rose to his feet. When they came up for air, Draco added "But if you ever call me anything like that in public, I'll have to kill you." Harry responded by nibbling on his intended mate's ear, making Draco forget what they were talking about.
Harry swept Draco up in his arms, making him gasp in surprise, then carried him into the bedroom, and dropped him on his back on the bed. Before Draco could recover from the shock of that, Harry had covered Draco's nude body with his own, and burrowed into the fair-skinned young man's neck, attacking with lips, tongue and teeth, overloading Draco's pleasure centres. All Draco could do was moan and thrash about weakly, a bit. Harry kissed and licked his way down Draco's chest to those sensitive nipples he'd already discovered once, licking, biting, sucking and blowing on first one, then the other, and leaving one blond young man totally brainless for a period of seconds, his mind trying desperately to catch up with the sensations he was experiencing.
When Harry left his nipples, Draco moaned a bit in both disappointment and relief, only to relish the feelings Harry was giving him from exploring his ribs, armpits and stomach, stopping a bit to swirl his tongue in Draco's navel. Draco was so dazed with passion, he hardly noticed that Harry was moving even further down, until his cheek brushed Draco's leaking cock.
"H-harry? What are you - OH!" as Harry licked the tip of the cock his cheek had brushed, then ran his lips down one side, to lick and explore Draco's scrotum, then sucked in his bollocks, one at a time, then back up, to take the head in his mouth, tongue exploring every surface, every detail, as Draco tried his best not to scream in pleasure, back arching, trying to thrust, to get more, then screaming out the name of his pleasurer anyway. He wasn't going to last much longer.
Harry allowed Draco to thrust into his mouth, but the first thrust went too far back into his throat, taking him entirely by surprise, and causing him to gag. He took a little more control over the rest by wrapping a couple of fingers around the base of Draco's manhood, preventing further such occurrences. It only took three or four more thrusts before Draco tried to warn him of his impending climax, yelling "Oh! Harry! I'm..." as Draco's seed exploded into his mouth. At the same time, Draco had been holding fast to Harry's hair, unaware, in his passion, that his intent and actions were at odds. Harry had swallowed it, having little other choice; but, surprised at himself, didn't find it in the least unpleasant - a little salty, a little bitter, but - somehow - tasty. Maybe it was just because it was delivered and received in love.
Draco relaxed, and Harry let his love's member slip from his mouth, moving up to lay next to his lover, but not-yet-mate. Draco turned his head, looking at Harry, somewhat shamed. "Harry, I'm sorry. I tried to tell..."
Harry put a finger over Draco's lips, silencing him, then kissed him deeply, tongue flicking in and about Draco's mouth, inadvertently sharing the taste of Draco's seed with him. Draco's eyes widened a bit at the taste, but didn't object; and, closing his eyes, relaxed into the kiss. Harry laid back, and Draco, intending to return the favour as soon as he'd recovered a bit, laid his head on Harry's shoulder, just cuddling.
Minutes later, they were both asleep.

When they woke up later that morning, both were wearing very fatuous smiles, as they gazed at each other, then a small frown crossed Draco's face.
"Draco? What's wrong?" Harry asked, softly
"I'm sorry, Harry," Draco said.
"For what?"
"You must have a terrible case of blue balls. I fell asleep before..."
"Sh... It's all right; I'm fine." Then Harry chuckled. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd apologise for anything, Draco, let alone for thinking you had been selfish." He put his fingertips over Draco's mouth, forestalling protest. "Giving you pleasure, gave me pleasure. Have you forgotten our emotional link again already?"
"I guess I was being selfish; it never even occurred to me. What you did to me! Where did you learn that?" Draco asked in wonder.
"Well, some of it I was winging as we went, but I got some hints from a Muggle porn magazine. It was about a man and a woman, but I guess that stuff can work between two guys, too," Harry chuckled.
"You have no idea. Let me show you!" Draco said, eagerly.
Harry sat up, easily pushing his lover back onto his back, leaned over, and gave him a deep, steamy kiss. "That's a promise for tonight, okay? As tasty as you were earlier, I'm hungry, and we'll probably have everyone who didn't come by then, here soon."
Draco blushed at the 'tasty' comment, but agreed; and soon they were showering, and getting ready to start another day.
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