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Harry and Draco's Great Adventure	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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It was late by the time Draco and Harry made it back to the inn. They immediately collapsed on the bed, fully clothed, and curled around each other, already asleep. A dream captured Draco as soon as his eyes shut.

He was in the war room back home. His father stood at his spot at the head of the long, ornate table taking up most of the room. A large map-presumably of Hogwarts-sat unfurled in front of Draco's father. The man, a furious expression on his face, pressed his hands on either side of the map; the veins in his arms throbbing angrily and he glared down at the map.

Every able elfin soldier in existence, meaning throughout each smaller Kingdom located in Hogwarts, were present; all of them fidgeting nervously. They all jumped as his father turned his glare on them, capturing their gazes one by one. Though a slight man, Lucius Malfoy was a sight to fear.

Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, sat beside Lucius; an almost fake mournful look on her face. It was almost fake because she used it for others to interpret it as a look for her son, but truthfully she was more than likely more worried about her status. His mother was a cold, heartless bitch; contrary to his looks, Lucius was the caring parent.

"I am assured you all understand why I have called you here?" Lucius said in a deadly calm voice, his barely hidden anger prominent.

All the soldiers, even those who did not know, nodded their heads to appease Lucius. His father narrowed his eyes at them; he knew they clearly did not know.

"My son has gone missing, whether by consent or force is not known. Never the less, I want him back here, unharmed, within an acceptable time period. Less than half a year, should be sufficient. Hogwarts is a large domain, but it should not be to difficult for an elf to spot one of his own, should it not?" His eyes glittered dangerously.

The soldiers shifted in unease. Hogwarts certainly was a large place; finding Draco, even if he was an elf, was almost the equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack. No wonder Lucius called in all the soldiers.

"Well? You are dismissed. Remember my wrath if you cannot do as I have commanded in the designated time period. I want my son back." The soldiers scrambled out if the room. Those who lived in the Malfoy Kingdom knew of Lucius' punishments and no doubt knew they would be tortured to death in the worst possible way.

Once the last soldiers exited, Lucius' hard demeanor fell and he collapsed in a chair beside his wife. She sneered at him in disdain, her mournful expression also dropping.

"Lucius, love. You act as if the world will end because that ungrateful boy has left. You have many years ahead of you. More than needed to produce another heir to come of age. Let those poor men go home to snuffle in their miserable lives."

Lucius shot Narcissa a glare. He was only wed to her through business; he tried to avoid her as much as possible. He preferred the warmer, softer company of the Zabini woman. Her son was also close friends with Draco.

"Look, you despicable woman, my son is important to me. I will not tolerate you insulting him in any way. I have an heir, and I will get him back no matter what. Besides, I do not think I can stomach to be close enough to you to produce an heir."

Narcissa rolled her eyes delicately at her husband and gracefully stood; her exit seemed almost a dance in the way she moved. Lucius sat back in his chair with a large sigh of relief. He looked back down at the map almost angrily, his pale eyes flashing with sadness. "Draco..."

Draco rose with a gasp. A cold sweat broke out on his brow and he shivered. He rarely had visions, so he was still unused to the effect they had on him. No one knew he had them; it was too rare an ability and he would have been put down under lock and key. His father's over protectiveness already suffocated him; he could only imagine how it would be if his father knew of his ability.

Something stirred under the covers beside him and Draco turned to see Harry's messy black hair pop out from underneath the bundle of covers he always manage to make. A strong, tanned arm snaked around his waist and gave a slight tug. Draco complied and fell back on his pillow. Harry sent him a sleepy smile, his eyes still closed and nuzzled his nose into Draco's neck.

The blond elf immediately relaxed and gave a content sigh. When he ran way from home, he didn't expect to end up in a relationship. Especially one with another man. It wasn't his first time in a relationship; he was in a previous relationship with the Parkinson girl, but to his mother's request. If one didn't look to hard at her face, or zoned out half of the words she said, then her company wasn't so bad.

Draco certainly wasn't a virgin; he had sex with many women and it was definitely enjoyable. He never took into consideration that he might also like men. But it would seem that Harry was the only man he ever felt attracted to. Definitely the only man he has ever wanted to have sex with, which he has. Maybe he was only gay for Harry. He heard about it from a few other elves, how sometimes a person could be attracted to one of the same sex, but only a specific individual.

Draco wondered what his father would think. He didn't care about his mother; he knew she wouldn't accept it. But his father, on the other hand, for some reason took great pleasure in spoiling Draco endlessly. He wondered if his father would tolerate a relationship with a man, if it made Draco happy. His thoughts soon turned tot the dream/vision he had.

His father was clearly worried about him, but Draco had no plans to return home anytime soon. No matter how many soldiers his father sent. He would just fight them; Harry would surely fight with him and if the demon girl was still with them-never mind the Weasel-he could probably convince her to also fight.

But then he frowned as he remembered the warning gave out. He certainly knew of his father's anger, but was never on the receiving end. He watched many of times as war-hardened men were reduced to tears and whimpers, calling out for their mother, as they were tortured to death for disobeying his father.

Maybe he could send the soldiers back with a message to his father. And if that didn't work, he would return. But only if Harry went with him. And he would not make his stay a happy one. He hated living a life full of lies. Living with Harry was so much easier.

While the darker haired man did have his secrets, he never outright lied to Draco; he told the truth when asked. Draco trusted Harry more than he trusted the majority of the Kingdom, those he did trust consisted of his father, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and the servants back at the Manor. A pitiful group of people, yes, but that is why Draco had to leave.

"Dray?" Harry's voice was raspy with sleep, giving him a sexy tone that sent shivers done Draco's back. He turned his head to plant a soft kiss on his sleep-pouty lips. The raven smiled against Draco's lips and deepened the kiss.

Harry rolled over to top Draco, his body trapped between Draco's long legs. The blond wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, flexing his thighs to pull the larger man closer. Harry growled, biting lightly on Draco's bottom lip and his hands roaming; pinching and teasing all of Draco's sensitive spots.

Draco moaned loudly, his arms reaching around Harry's broad back to clutch at his shirt. He could feel Harry's chuckle vibrate throughout his body and the sound sent sparks down to his cock. He bit his lip and moaned again when Harry moved his hand to rest lightly on his hip, to far from where he wanted it to be.

Draco arched upwards, forcibly pushing his hips into Harry's and rubbing their crotches together. Above him, Harry sucked in a sharp gasp through his nose and flexed his hand around Draco's hip, forcing it back down. He left a trail of opened mouthed kiss up Draco's neck, biting on Draco's ear.

"Patience, dragon." He growled into Draco's ear, making the blonde elf shudder with need. Draco blushed deep red at Harry's new nickname, a reaction nearly opposite to his other moniker. He was filled with warmth different from the lust he was feeling, accompanied by happiness.

Draco gave a quiet gasp as Harry began to kiss him again. This kiss was softer, gentler than the other kiss and Draco nearly swooned at the love he could feel behind the kiss. Harry's tongue gently swiped at his lip, asking for entrance. Draco complied and moaned at the feeling of Harry's hot tongue mapping out his mouth.

Harry pulled away and Draco moaned at the loss. He looked up at the brunette above him, taking in the flushed cheeks and slight smirk. Draco returned the smirk and began to pull at Harry's clothes, using his elfin strength to rip them straight from Harry's body.

"Oi! I need that shirt!" Harry clutched at the remains of his shirt, mock glaring down at Draco.

"Oh, shut up. I did not like that shirt anyway. Absolute rubbish." Harry snorted and threw the scraps of shirt on the ground, an evil grin appearing on his face.

Draco gasped as Harry suddenly leaned down and ripped of his shirt, also throwing it to the ground. "You bastard! Harry, that shirt was a unique piece!"

Harry only shrugged, his evil grin still in place. "I didn' like it." Draco growled.

"Oh, you will regret that." He bucked his hips upwards, catching Harry off guard and effectively flipping them over. He looked down at Harry, an evil smirk appearing and making the brunette's own smile disappear.

Slowly, he ground down on Harry, his smirk growing as Harry rolled his eyes in the back of his head, groaning. The larger man groaned again, reaching out to grab Draco's hips, but Draco slapped his hands away.

Harry focused his eyes blearily on Draco, confusion on his face. Draco only grinned and slid between Harry's legs, pulling his trousers down with the movement. Harry looked down at Draco, his eyes wide. Draco ignored him and focused on the engorged member in front of him.

He close enough that when he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue lightly caressed the organ and Harry threw his head back. Getting his revenge for his shirt, Draco slowly tortured Harry's cock; slowly taking it in his mouth at a snail's pace and coming back up just as slowly. He blew on the reddened head and licked it, holding down Harry's hips so he couldn't buck up into Draco's mouth.

Just as Harry neared his completion, Draco pulled away; his evil grin back in place. Harry groaned and clutched at the sheets, twisting them in his hands and throwing his head back and forth. Draco straddled Harry once more, biting his lip and giving Harry a sultry look.

While he was sucking Harry off, Draco had been preparing himself; he slowly slid himself down on Harry. He bit his lip at the slight pain, but it was less pain than if he hadn't prepare himself so he dealt with it. Sparks off pleasure numbed the pain and soon, Draco was fully impaled on Harry.

Said man was using all his self control and will to not give in and thrust hard into Draco's heat, knowing it would cause the elf great pain. Sweat gleamed on them both, and still, Draco moved slowly.

Unable to take the torture no longer, Harry growled and snapped his arms out to grab Draco's slim waist. He thrust himself upwards, causing Draco to throw his head back; his mouth opened in a silent scream. Heat had been coiling tightly in them both, and only after a few short, hard bursts did Draco spill himself across his and Harry's chest.

Reacting to Draco's tightening, Harry came not a moment after him; spilling himself inside of the elf. Boneless, Draco fell atop Harry; his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel Harry's worn chuckle reverberate through his body.

"Well, then. You tortured me...now, it's my turn..."

A few-very hot and sweaty-hours later, Draco and Harry were pulled from their sex-induced haze to someone knocking on the door. Draco groaned and curled his body further into Harry, who was spooning him. Said man only grunted and tightened his arms around Draco's waist.

The knocking continued, growing louder and more frantic by the minute. A vein throbbed in Draco's forehead and his jaw tightened. He cracked his eyes to peek at the vibrating door.

"Go the bloody fuck away. Tryin' to sleep." He somewhat yelled groggily. The banging paused for a moment and Draco could hear a feminine voice calling his name.

"Draco? Oh, Draco please open the door. We want to speak to Harry."

"Yeah, mate. Gotta apologize and all."

"Ron, shut up."

At his name, Harry's eyes also cracked open and he glared angrily at the door, his mouth pulled up in a snarl. He wasn't mad at the people at the door, per se, but rather at the fact that they were disturbing his after-sex doze.

"Is that Hermione and Ron? Tell them to go the bloody fuck away. I'll talk to them later." He mumbled, returning his head to the position between Draco's neck and shoulder. Draco smiled softly at Harry's choice of words, as they were the words he only just spoke.

"Sorry, love. I already told them that." His smile was still soft, but gained a dangerous edge. "Besides, they are your friends. I already previously expressed my dislike of them, particularly with the ginger Weasel. The she-demon is okay, sometimes."Draco's voice suddenly grew cold and his smile became more and more dangerous. "They are your company, Harry. So you go deal with them. And I swear to God, if the she-demon bangs on that door one more time...I will do the same to your balls by the tenfold."

He could feel Harry gulp against his shoulder and changed his smile to a more predatory one. He moved one hand behind him, letting the back of it brush gently against little Harry. Big Harry jumped up and dressed faster than he ever did in his life. He glanced back at Draco with a terrified look and nearly ran for the door.

Draco gave an amused smirk and snuggled deeper into the covers. He might hate his mother, but he didn't deny that he had a few of her more sadistic tendencies, inherited from the Blacks.

"Oh, ahem. Hey guys, what's up?" He sounded nervous; Draco was sure Harry was looking back at him.

"Oh, gosh Harry. We're so sorry, me and Ron. For yesterday." Hermione's annoying voice didn't sound the least bit sorry. At least not to Draco. Or maybe it was because he didn't like her due to all of Harry gushing.

"Yeah, mate. But we were pretty scared." He could practically see Harry flinch at the Weasel's loud exclamation.

"Shut up Ron."

"Look, guys. Can we take this somewhere else? Dr-Dray's trying to sleep, ya know."

"Oh! Yeah, sorry. Of course." Draco was pretty sure Harry flinched again at the she-demon's exclaim. They shuffled from the room and Draco gave a sigh of relief as the door clicked softly.

Soon, he succumbed to the darkness that indicated sleep.

It ends so short and abrupt because I want to properly cover the talk Harry talking to Hermione and Ron, sorry.

A quick clarification: Only pureblood families who are dominantly Slytherins belong to the Malfoy Kingdom. There are three other, smaller Kingdoms that could be represented almost as the other Houses, but only those of the pureblood families indicated in the story are apart of those Kingdoms and only Slytherin pureblood families are only elves. Every other House families has a bit of everything else i,e, Hermione being a demon and Ron a human.
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