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Learning to Love a Veela	By : razldazzl72 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 25584 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 8
Harry had finished his shower and Draco wasn't back yet. He wasn't worried about his boyfriend. This thought made him smile. He proceeded to get his homework supplies, along with a new bottle of ink and a new quill to replace the ones that Sirius took with him. Laying everything out on the coffee table, Harry laid on the couch to begin his reading. He had to study some of his charms for an essay he had to write, then there was to be a practical. He also had a lot of reading for potions to finish up. Especially if he didn't want to give Snape a reason to hate him even more. Harry finished his charms homework and essay easily, staring his potions homework; a task that he dreaded more than facing the school. Draco still hadn't returned from the owlery, and Harry was getting concerned, but he wasn't worried yet. He knew Draco still had things to process about what was going on, and they had only had very little time apart from each other. Harry was reading his Potions assignment, but was no longer able to keep his eyes open, and he fell asleep before he even finished; all thoughts of Draco gone out of his mind when his fatigue over took him. Lying on his back with the book lying gently on his chest, glasses askew, his left arm dangling off the side of the couch, as well as his left leg, right arm lying over the book, and his right leg was bent and up against the back of the couch, Harry slept on. This is how Draco found him. Sleeping peacefully and soundly. Draco's heart melted at the sight of his boyfriend. Draco was by no means going to pass up the opportunity to study his new love. Draco went to the couch and knelt down on the side close to Harry's head, and he carefully picked up the hand that was dangling off the couch. He held the hand gingerly in his own, and studied it for quite a few minutes before moving on to the beautiful face. Draco very gently, with his free hand, removed Harry's glasses, putting them on the coffee table next to him. Draco then leaned over to study Harry's face. He noticed Harry was still slick faced; he showed no signs of having ever had any facial hair to speak of. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed in deeply during his slumber. Upon his exhale, Draco noticed his breath smelled of vanilla and mint. The smell alone almost drove Draco wild with curiosity as to whether Harry tasted the same as he smelled. Breaking away from that luscious mouth, Draco moved on to his cheeks. They were nice looking, not too chunky and not sunken in either, with high cheekbones that which Harry's eyelashes rested in soft arches against, just dusting the skin. He then moved on to study Harry's nose. It fit his face perfectly, wasn't too big nor overly small, just right with a slight upturn at the end of his button nose. Then moving on to the slumbering boy's heavenly eyes; oh how he wished they were open. The green in them was amazing; he'd never seen anything like them before. Tearing his eyes away, he looked on to the eyebrows which rested under the fringe of his bangs, which, even lying down, seemed even messier then when he was up and about. In Draco's opinion though, it only added to the enigma that was Harry. The eyebrows weren't bushy but were fairly thick; there was a good separation between the two of them, very attractive looking and the inkiest black around.
Draco then got to Harry's forehead but it was covered with bangs. Being very cautious, Draco very lightly, with his free hand, brushed the fringe of bangs away, thus allowing him to see the boy's forehead. Harry unconsciously leaned into the touch, sighing contentedly, and mumbled under his breath something Draco couldn't make out. Draco smiled at the actions Harry had made. Returning to his study of Harry's face, Draco spotted the dreaded curse scar and scowled darkly at it. He knew Harry hated his fame; that he never wanted it. He lightly grazed the scar, that marred the otherwise perfect face, and noticed Harry shudder and frown with the contact, obviously not enjoying the tender touch. He pulled his hand away quickly. Then he turned to study Harry's hair; it was silky soft, leading him to lean over more and smell it. Again he was hit with the scent of vanilla. Noticing just how fatigued he actually was, Draco came to the quick decision that he wanted to lay down with Harry, only to nap, but obviously there was no room. Drawing his wand, Draco carefully transfigured the couch to an oversized chaise lounge chair, wide enough for three people. Draco lifted up Harry's right arm, pulling the book off of Harry's chest, and placing it on the coffee table. hen hen transfigured Harry's clothes into silk pajamas, transfiguring his own clothes as well, to allow them to sleep more comfortably. Draco then walked to the r sir side of the oversized chair and climbed onto it. He then summoned a blanket from his bedroom, covered both of them up, and then attempted to cuddle with Harry without awakening the other boy. Draco moved over to Harry's side and draped an arm over his stomach. When Harry felt that, he rolled and pushed Draco onto his back, laying his head on Draco's chest, and snuggling into the warmth that was provided next to him. Draco then smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry, and kissing the top of his head. He settled in to sleep when he felt small circles being traced with a finger on his stomach. Listening hard, Draco could still hear steady breathing coming from Harry, indicating he was still sleeping. Mentally shrugging, Draco started to drift off to sleep.
After a couple of hours Draco was awakened by something, he didn't know what. After opening his eyes, he knew and smiled at the reason.
"How long have you been watching me, Harry?" Draco's voice was thick with the sound of contented and lazy sleep.
"Not very long actually; maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Why didn't you wake me up?" Looking inquiringly at the boy, Harry awaited an answer from his sleepy, little part-Veela.
"Well, you looked so peaceful sleeping like you were, I didn't have the heart to wake you up, so I improvised and transfigured some things. I hope you don't mind." Draco ended hesitantly, worrying that he had overstepped some boundaries with the boy.
"No, actually, you make a pretty good pillow." Harry replied cheekily, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Draco chuckled lightly. "I'm glad you find me comfortable. Now, since I am finding it rather hard to keep myself under control, do you want to stay here and go back to sleep, or go to bed?" Draco asked, hoping for the first.
"Well, it is comfortable here, and I like cuddling with you," Harry blushed a very attractive pink after he finished his statement. "So I say we stay here and go back to sleep." Harry kept his eyes trained on the sheets as though they were the most fascinating things in the world. He didn't see Draco grin at the response. Reaching over, Draco pulled Harry's face to meet his, smiling widely at the boy.
"That's fine with me, Harry," Draco said softly. Harry watched as something clicked in Draco's eyes; he watched in fascination, as he couldn't seem to tear his own eyes away from those silvery-gray eyes. Harry felt a pull and started to lean into Draco. Draco didn't blink; he didn't want to break the pull. It was part of the Veela pull that he was using, part of his inheritance. He wouldn't try to bond with Harry tonight; he knew he wasn't ready for that yet. He would not force Harry into that, even with the pull that would give him the power to do just that very thing. All he was looking for tonight was a nice snogging session and a great sleep with his boyfriend. Draco also started to lean in towards Harry as Harry was leaning towards him, and then Harry suddenly blinked and pulled back, realization settling in his eyes.
"What did you do, and did you do it on purpose?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Yes and no," Draco replied warily, eyeing the boy. "I wanted to kiss you; I mean really kiss you, and I didn't know if you'd want too, so I thought..." Draco trailed off, looking away ashamed of what he had done. Harry gently grabbed his chin and looked at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You know, Draco, all you really had to do was ask me; you didn't have to try and trick me into it." Harry leaned over and swept his lips over Draco's in a quick, chaste kiss.
Draco looked like he'd been hit with a ton of bricks, in a good way. "You mean you want me to kiss you?" Draco asked incredulously. Harry nodded in response, eyes glittering in the firelight produced by the fireplace and the few candles Draco had left lit in the room. "Harry, may I kiss you, please?" Draco asked softly.
"Yes, Draco, you may." That was all the response Draco needed, placing a hand on the back of Harry's head, Draco then pulled him to him carefully.
"Thank you," Draco said before their lips connected with each other. Not before too long, Draco ran his tongue along Harry's lips, seeking permission to enter; Harry opened, although hesitantly. Draco groaned in satisfaction as his tongue made it's first journey into Harry's mouth, probing Harry's mouth slowly and carefully, Draco was delighted to find that Harry did indeed taste of Vanilla and mint. It was an intoxicating mixture to him to say the least. Draco could tell Harry had no prior experience kissing, so he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and tried to coax Harry's tongue into his by sucking on it lightly. Now it was Harry's turn to groan; Draco tasted of Butterscotch and spice. He was instantly addicted to the taste of Draco's mouth, and in turn, moaned his approval of this young man somewhat beneath him. Harry reached up and grabbed a hand full of silvery-blonde hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let Draco know that if he stopped anytime soon, he was a dead-man. Mentally smiling, he started a battle of the tongues causing both young men to moan into each other's mouths in pure delight. After a few moments of the battle, the need for air became too great, and they had to separate to breathe.
Draco looked deeply into Harry's eyes and saw nothing but affection there, affection for him. His own eyes mirrored Harry's emerald eyes, he was sure, and both smiled softly to each other at recognition of the emotion playing within them both. Both of them now started playing with each other's hair; Harry now doing to Draco what Draco had done to Harry while he was asleep earlier; he was studying his face. Harry looked at the chin; there was a light shading of stubble on the chin only, not anything to be scruffy enough to be uncomfortable. In fact, he reached out, gently touching his face with the hand that was in Draco's hair, and he found that the stubble was surprisingly soft. Draco's chin was slightly rounded and perfect in Harry's opinion. Harry then moved up to the lips; oh those kiss swollen lips, Harry's breath began to speed up, and his eyes shot up to Draco's eyes.
"Draco," Harry started, almost as if he was out of bre "M "May I kiss you?" Harry asked, and to Draco's enjoyment didn't blush at all; he just looked him straight in the eyes.co'co's eyes, never leaving Harry's own emerald orbs, only nodded his reply. Harry, needing no further invitation, moved his hand to the back of Draco's head, kissing Draco with a fervent passion Draco had never experienced before, and that Harry didn't even know he had. Draco was in seventh heaven; he could die right this second and still would be the hast pst person on the planet, that was for certain. They continued to kiss for a good two to three hours before they called it a night and fell asleep happily in each other's arms.
~~End Chapter 8--- hehehe... Chapter 9 weasels, and bubbles and orange robes? OOO and a snake cane too!!!. *Grins evilly!!!!* MWAHAHAHAHA.. Until Tuesday!!!
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