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Catch Me if You Can	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco stepped into Dumbledore’s office, closing the door behind him. “Sir.” He said.
Dumbledore smiled at him. “Your mother will be Flooing in any minute. I assume you’re going to discuss your courtship to Mr. Potter?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes, Sir. I would like to have her permission before things go too far. And she’s bringing the Malfoy promise ring with her.” He explained.
“Ah, it’s good to see a courtship in these halls again. Such things don’t happen often enough.” Dumbledore said, right before the fire flared green, depositing Narcissa Malfoy.
She stepped gracefully out of the fireplace, shaking her robes to be sure no soot clung to them. “Draco, darling, how are you?” She asked, taking his hands and kissing both his cheeks.
“I’m well, Mother.” Draco answered, smiling at her happily. “Very well.”
Dumbledore nodded to her. “I’m sure you two have much to discuss. The grounds are lovely today, if you’d like to walk a bit as you talk.”
Narcissa nodded. “Yes, Draco, let’s walk. I’ve missed Hogwarts’ grounds, and some fresh air would be nice.” She said.
*****
Draco stopped in front of the lake and turned to his mother; the time for light chit-chat was now past, and it was time to get to the reason she was here. “Mother, I have something rather serious to tell you. Several things, in fact.” His cheeks colored. “Not all of them good.”
Narcissa cupped his cheek. “Draco, darling, nothing will make me love you any less. You are my son, you will always have my love.” She told him. “What are these horrible things you’re so afraid to tell me?” She teased.
“I’m an Arteminian, and my mate…” Draco bit his lip, then sighed. “My mate is a boy. A half-blood boy.” He explained.
Narcissa straightened. “I see. This is… Unexpected. But, I suppose the Malfoy family could use an infusion of new blood. Can you love him despite that?”
“I already do, but… He’s Harry Potter.” He admitted.
Narcissa smiled. “Ah. Well, he’s acceptable.” She said softly.
“He is?” Draco asked, a bit stunned by her easy acceptance.
“He’s very powerful, there’s no denying that. And he’s from an old family, for all that his mother was Muggleborn. I think he’s a perfectly acceptable choice.” Narcissa said with a smile.
Draco fidgeted. “Well, that’s good, then.”
“Don’t fidget, Draco. There’s something more?” She guessed.
Draco bit his lip and felt his face heat. “Well, the first time we… Made love… I didn’t know that the charms didn’t work for Arteminians. He’s expecting.” He admitted softly.
Narcissa gasped. “Already?! Draco!” She hissed. “You’re not even in your last year of school yet, how can you care for a child?”
Draco cringed. “I’m sorry, Mother. I thought the charm would work, and I didn’t think. I should have read the entire book on what I was before we took that step, but I didn’t.” He answered.
Narcissa sighed. “Well, you’ll have to invite him to the Manor for Christmas so I can meet him. What time of year will my grandchild be born?” She asked a bit sharply.
Draco sighed. “July, I think. Or perhaps late June. He’s not the Arteminian, so it’s a normal, nine-month pregnancy.”
“Well, at least it won’t be during the school year. We will need to make arrangements for next year with Headmaster Dumbledore. You can be such a careless boy at times, my son.” She said in amusement, hugging him. “I’m just glad that you’re happy and safe. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” She let go of him and reached into her pocket. “I believe you wanted this.” She said, handing him a small jeweler’s box.
Draco smiled, opening it. Inside was a ring with a large jadeite stone the exact hue of Harry’s eyes set in rhodium. The ring had stayed in the Malfoy family since it had been crafted, and was their most expensive heirloom.
He met his mother’s eyes and nodded. “Thank you, Mother. It’ll look wonderful on him.” He said, slipping the box into his pocket.
Narcissa smiled. “I shall have to see for myself, when you bring your young man home with you over Christmas. Now, walk me back to the Headmaster’s office, and I’ll head home. All this excitement has my head spinning.” She said.
Draco laughed, and spoke softly as they walked. “I’m sorry I had so much news to share, a lot has happened this year. I would have told you in June about my inheritance, but I was worried about Father’s reaction. I thought you’d probably tell him, and he’s so against creatures, I couldn’t bear for him to find out.”
Narcissa shook her head. “If you had asked my silence, I would have kept it from him. There’s little I wouldn’t do for you, my dragon.” She said.
Draco flushed at the old nickname. “I know that now, but at the time, I thought it best to err on the side of caution.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve found love, and don’t worry about who it is. The Malfoy family will live on, and continue to be respected in polite society. Which, sadly, he will help. Your father’s actions have drug the Malfoy name through quite a bit of mud lately, so a marriage to Harry Potter could only help the family. But make sure you get his agreement that at least one male child will carry the Malfoy name forward. We can’t afford for all the old families to die out, after all.” She said gently.
Draco nodded. “I’ll talk to him about it. I’m a bit worried about that, as well. I think he’ll be willing to listen to me on this.”
They entered the Headmaster’s office and Narcissa bent to kiss Draco on both cheeks once again. “Be well, my son. Goodbye, Headmaster.” She said.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Malfoy.” Dumbledore said.
Draco watched as the flames whisked his mother away.
Dumbledore smiled. “Did you have a good visit?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “It was lovely. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go find Harry.”
Dumbledore nodded. “I believe he is in your rooms, with company.”
“Thank you.” Draco said, heading back out of his office and making for his and Harry’s rooms.
*****
Draco opened the door and found Harry and Ron bent over a piece of parchment talking in low tones, while Hermione seemed intent on her Charms homework. Niveus was watching them all from the perch Harry had gotten for her.
Harry straightened as he came in and folded the paper carefully, slipping it into his bag. “I’ll think about it, Ron. But we’re not discussing this with Draco here.”
Ron nodded. “Best not to.”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “What can’t you discuss with me here?” He asked.
Harry flushed. “Well, Quidditch. You’re still on Slytherin’s team, after all, but Gryffindor is keeping me as Captain, even though I can’t play anymore.” He explained.
“Oh, that. It’s not going to be the same without you flying opposite me, but I suppose I’ll have to live with it.” Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist and kissing him deeply. “On another note…” He fished the ring out of his pocket and dropped to one knee. “Harry James Potter, will you do me the honor of wearing my promise ring?” He asked.
Hermione squealed and rushed over to look at the ring as Harry nodded mutely.
“Oh, it’s lovely!” She said.
“Yes, of course.” Harry finally whispered.
Draco smiled and took the ring out, sliding it onto Harry’s finger, where it warmed and resized itself to fit him. “There. Now you’re mine officially.”
Harry laughed. “I was already yours, you prat.” He said, his voice wavering. “And now you’ve made me cry!” He accused with a smile as Draco stood.
Hermione just smiled. “Happy tears are perfectly called for right now. Besides, you’re pregnant. Tears are all part of it.” She told him.
Draco took his hand and kissed him. “I’m sorry I made you cry. They are happy tears, right?” He checked.
Harry nodded, wiping them away and laughing.
Ron just rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Malfoy, for turning our Quidditch Captain into a blubbering girl.”
“Ron, I can still kick your arse, you know.” Harry warned in amusement.
Hermione laughed. “Let me see the ring!” She said, holding out her hand.
Harry placed his hand in hers, and she gazed at it for a few seconds.
“I don’t recognize the stone. It’s lovely, but what is it?”
Draco grinned. “Jadeite. It’s the most expensive stone in the world. That ring is beyond priceless, but Harry’s worth it.” He said confidently.
“Wow.” Hermione breathed.
“Of course, he’ll only be wearing it for the duration of the courting. After that, it’ll go back into the Malfoy vault for our firstborn son to use for his courting, and Harry will get an actual engagement ring. I’m thinking emeralds to match your eyes, what do you think?” Draco asked Harry.
Harry smiled. “I don’t care. As long as it’s from you, I’ll be happy with anything.” He said.
Draco laughed. “You know no one will try to steal you away with that on your finger, though. Who could compete?”
“I doubt anyone is willing to try. Not with me being pregnant with your child. That’s pretty solid proof that I chose you.” Harry said with a grin.
Draco nodded. “As it should be. Now, if you two could leave us for a few hours, I’d like some alone time with my mate, please.” He said to Ron and Hermione.
Hermione gathered up her things and Ron grabbed his rucksack.
“We’ll see you later, Harry!” Hermione shouted as they left.
Draco pressed Harry into a wall and kissed him. By the time they parted for air, his eyes had changed from a dark blue to silver and his fangs had dropped. “I want you, right here, right now. I want you naked under me, wearing nothing but a smile and that ring.” He growled, nipping at Harry’s throat gently.
Harry shivered. “Right here? Where anyone could walk in and see? In front of Niveus?”
Draco laughed. “Harry, she’s a phoenix, she won’t care about your nudity, I assure you. And if anyone were to come in, it would be Weasley or Granger, both of whom are aware that I want some private time with you. I’m fairly certain we won’t be interrupted, Love.” He pressed his hips against Harry’s letting the other teen feel how hard he was. “See what you do to me, Harry? No one has ever made me as hot as you. I’m on fire with need for you.”
Harry moaned, closing his eyes. “Draco…” He breathed.
“Right here, right now.” Draco whispered into his ear.
“Alright.” Harry said.
Draco led him over to the couch, unbuttoning Harry’s shirt and discarding it as they went. He got rid of the trousers next, then took a moment to stare at Harry, who was wearing just his boxers, the ring, and a shy blush that was slowly spreading from his face, down his neck, and even to the top of his chest.
Draco undressed quickly, not caring where his clothes landed, and once he was naked, he dropped to his knees in front of Harry and pulled the Gryffindor’s boxers off. “You may want to sit for this.” He said with a grin.
Harry sat, and cried out as Draco swallowed him whole. “Fuck, Draco!” He moaned, burying his hands in the blond’s hair.
Draco chuckled around his length and Harry gasped. “Oh my God, don’t do that!” He breathed.
Draco raised his head and swirled his tongue around the tip of Harry’s erection. “A bit too much?” He asked teasingly.
Harry nodded. “Unless you wanted me to come, then it was all going according to plan.” He said.
Draco stood and pressed Harry backward, climbing atop him. He claimed Harry’s mouth in a heated kiss, feeling the brunette’s shiver when his tongue brushed over his fangs. He raised his head. “The fangs don’t bother you, do they?” He asked.
Harry shook his head. “Fuck, no! I think they’re dead sexy, actually.” He said. He was quickly coming to realize that maybe he had a fangs fetish.
Draco smirked and kissed him again, grinding their erections together. He sat up and held his hand out. “Accio wand!” He called, and the wand flew into his hand.
Harry blinked. “I didn’t know you could do wandless magic.” He said, bemused.
Draco chuckled. “That’s the only spell I can do wandless, but it comes in handy.” He pointed out. “Now, where was I..? Oh, yes.” He bent and took one of Harry’s nipples into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it gently, then soothing the pain away with sweeps of his tongue. He lubed the fingers of one hand and slid one finger into Harry while he was distracted.
Harry arched, gasping as Draco’s finger slid inside him. “Oh, God, Draco!” He breathed, pressing back against the finger.
Draco chuckled. “Ready for another?” He asked.
Harry nodded, words forgotten for the moment. He hissed as Draco slid a second finger into him. He pushed back against them and shivered when they slid over his prostate.
“Like that, Love? Want me to do it again?” Draco asked, not waiting for a response as he teased Harry’s prostate mercilessly.
Harry whimpered, tossing his head at the intense feeling. “Draco, please, more!” He begged.
Draco chuckled and slid a third finger into his mate. He pumped the three fingers in and out of Harry’s body, watching his face turn steadily pinker as he panted. He carefully stretched Harry, working him open for his cock.
“Open your eyes, Love.” Draco whispered to Harry.

Harry opened his eyes, looking into Draco’s silver eyes needfully. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss.
Draco kissed him with abandon, mapping out every delicious centimeter of his mouth eagerly. “I can never get enough of you.” Draco growled into Harry’s mouth. “You’re addicting.”
“Mm.” Harry responded, then gasped as Draco’s hands grabbed his own and pinned them above his head.
“Hold still.” Draco said firmly, in obvious amusement, then slicked his cock and pushed into Harry in one long, slow slide.
Harry keened at the sensation of being filled so wonderfully, his head tossing against the couch cushions. He tried to push back and get Draco even deeper inside him, to no avail.
Then Draco pulled out and slid back in, harder, and Harry whined. That had been what he needed! He wriggled under Draco, trying to urge him to move with his body, which was soon all he had to work with, as Draco claimed his mouth again, kissing him deeply and fiercely.
Draco pumped his hips lazily, thrusting his tongue in and out of Harry’s mouth at the same slow, leisurely pace. He could stay buried in his mate forever, if only they didn’t have classes to go to or friends to intrude. He tore his mouth away from Harry’s and began kissing and nipping at his neck instead, thinking of how much he still had to tell Harry before he let the Gryffindor ask for the claiming bite. ‘If he’ll still want it after that.’ He thought darkly, adding another, sharper nip as the thought crossed his mind.
Harry squeaked at the pain, then moaned when Draco licked over the area in obvious apology for the sharp bite. Draco certainly seemed to like his neck, and Harry had to wonder if it was normal for an Arteminian to be so fixated on the spot where their mark would go, even before it was there.
Draco’s thrusts sped up as the blond’s body began to crave release, and he lifted himself up a bit, staring down at Harry, who was panting and flushed. That look, he knew, was his and his alone. No one else would see Harry like this, so open, needy and wanton.
“Open your eyes, Harry. Look at me.” He told the brunette, watching those glazed green eyes as they opened and fixed on his. “Keep looking at me.” He whispered as he sped up. He reached down between them with one hand and began pumping Harry’s cock at the same pace that he was thrusting into him with. “Don’t look away when you come.” He ordered.
Harry nodded, staring intently into Draco’s silver eyes, watching as Draco watched his for every flicker of emotion he could see in them. They kept their gazes locked on each other as they hurtled toward release.
Harry found his first, crying out and nearly closing his eyes before he remembered Draco’s order, keeping his eyes open and trained on Draco’s as the blond came just seconds later, hips stuttering as he flooded Harry’s body with his come. Draco leaned in for a kiss, sweeping his tongue slowly through Harry’s mouth, then pulled away.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are when you come?” Draco asked, running a hand through Harry’s thick, soft hair.
Harry grinned. “I could ask the same of you.” He replied.
“I think we can agree that we’re both hot. Bath?” Draco asked, carefully standing on wobbly legs.
“Probably a good idea.” Harry agreed, getting up and wincing at the come he could feel dripping from him. “You come rather a lot, you know.”
Draco chuckled, leading him into the bathroom.
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