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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 9

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?

Would you be my partner every night?

When we're together, it feels so right.

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?*

No matter how lovingly devoted to each other two people are (and Harry and Draco had yet to reach that level of devoted commitment, sex and deep affection notwithstanding), friends and other outside contacts are a necessity to mental and emotional health. Unfortunately, the only outside contacts Harry and Draco were having were with old people who weren't all that interesting to begin with, and who made nothing but demands upon them besides. It didn't help that they had also taken to wearing pieces of cloth on their faces, that Harry knew were used as surgical masks in the Muggle world. But these were ensorcelled to mask out Veela pheromones, allowing their elders to visit without being overcome with lust. So now the young people didn't even have other faces to look at - such as they were.
In short, they were craving the company of people their own age, and with their own interests. When they brought this up to Dumbledore, though, they were told that any such visits would have to await their final bonding as mates, on the pretext that they or their friends could be endangered until then. A thin excuse, and one with many holes in the logic, given the masks, but Dumbledore wouldn't be swayed. (What is he? Oh, yes: A secretive, manipulative old [fill in your favourite epithet]. May we add 'mule-headed'?)

It was that time; the eve before Draco's sixteenth birthday. 'Veela Inheritance Day', as Draco was now thinking of it: Otherwise known as 'The Day Every-bloody-thing Changes'. Poppy Pomfrey had just finished checking Draco's status, and returned to the hospital wing. Sometime tonight, Draco would achieve his genetic inheritance. At the moment, Draco was curled up on Harry's lap, scared and miserable. Yes, he'd seen the results of Harry's transformation, and it was, for all practical purposes, quite subtle, but that was no guarantee for himself. After all, Harry had received two genetic inheritances, although the Vampire influence seemed to have been almost negligible. They might have influenced each other, though; had to have to some extent, in fact. Draco had only one, and it would have free reign.
They didn't bother with any of the precautions they had taken with Harry. After all, Harry could look after himself, now. But Harry did cuddle Draco, spooned up behind him, while they fell asleep.
Harry was awakened by Draco's squirming and moans. He remembered how he'd felt during his own transformation, so tried to move back, so Draco wouldn't have his weight pressing on Draco's pain-wracked body. But that movement woke the blond, who grabbed his lover's arm and begged him to stay close, to hold him. Harry did so, planting soft kisses on Draco's cheek and forehead from time to time, while he watched in fascinated horror and wonder as Draco's body underwent its changes.

When Draco's transformations were complete, he was a wonder to behold. While he had been a beautiful boy before, now he was almost ethereal. More slender and gracile than before - a dancer's body, to Harry's swimmer's build; hair much longer and thicker, features more delicate and effeminate while still being entirely masculine, and Harry could feel that the muscles below Draco's more finely-textured and hairless skin were much more dense and tight; less so than his own, but not by much, and still impressive. In short, he looked as delicate as a flower, while probably having the strength and endurance of two or more men. Anyone who underestimated Harry's lover would be in for a rude awakening.
Draco's eyes fluttered open. "The pain is gone. Is it over, Harry?"
"If it's anything like mine, I think so, love," Harry said, kissing Draco's brow.
"Am I...? Did it...?"
Harry understood. "You're beautiful. You were gorgeous before, but now..." Harry started climbing out of bed, keeping hold of Draco's hand. "Come on. It'll probably blow your ego even more out of proportion than it was before, but you have to see this."
"Harry!" Draco complained "Don't tease. I'm scared."
Harry dragged his newly-transformed love into the bathing room, stood him before the mirror, and stepped behind him to hold him around the waist.
"My hair's a mess!" were the first words out of Draco's mouth.
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "So look at the rest of the package, my love," he whispered in the blond's ear.
Draco's eyes got wider and wider as he looked at himself. "I look like a ruddy girl!" he finally said.
"With that package?" Harry retorted, reaching around and weighing genitals that were just as impressive as his own, in the palm of his hand. "I don't think so, dear," Harry retorted. "And look; no great lumps of fat on your chest - just my favourite, lickable buttons."
Draco blushed, but was quite pleased with the compliment. His new looks were going to take some getting used to, but his lover was pleased, and that was a good start towards self-acceptance. He was starting to feel quite fatigued. Still, first things first. "I need to shower. I won't go back to bed all sweaty and sticky."
"How many showers a day do you want to take, Draco? 'Cause I plan to get you all sweaty and sticky quite often."
"Harry!!" Draco cried, scandalised. Still, he didn't look all that upset.
Harry only grinned, and went to turn on the shower. They usually had a little sex play in the shower, mostly manual, but tonight Draco didn't have the energy - it had all gone into his changes. Draco washed his new mane of hair carefully, and Harry took care of the rest of him. While certain naughty bits showed interest, there wasn't enough energy to carry through, so a few hugs and tender kisses sufficed. They finished bathing, dried off, and went back to bed. Within minutes, Draco was sound asleep. Harry was fighting the mating urge, but it wasn't too strong, yet. He could resist, and would until Draco was ready. He turned away so Draco's scent wasn't filling his nostrils and enticing him quite so strongly, and urged himself to sleep.
The next morning, Draco woke up to a combined scent of patchouli, cinnamon and musk; Harry's scent, he knew. Evidently he'd picked it up before his senses had been enhanced, but hadn't consciously noticed it. Not only was it much stronger now, it was also - intoxicating. It excited every nerve ending in his body; making his head swim. Draco was already clinging to Harry as though he were a second skin; something that must have happened in his sleep. But it wasn't close enough for the blond Slytherin. He kissed Harry's neck, then started licking and nibbling at it with his lips - every bit he could reach without moving from his present position. Suddenly he knew that Harry was awake - and teasing him by not moving. He nipped - hard - with his teeth.
Harry yelped and jumped away, rubbing his neck. "What was that for?!" he complained, turning around and facing his mate-to-be.
"Serves you right, ignoring me," Draco pouted.
"I was just lost in the sensations you were giving me, love," Harry said, trying to placate his intended.
"Well, then, come here and share!" Draco demanded.
Harry's senses were subtly trying to tell him something. Well, that wasn't quite accurate - they were screaming at him, and had been. It had taken all of his control to not move when he'd awakened to Draco's ministrations. His mate was ready to complete their bond.
Trembling in his attempts to control himself, Harry slid over to the blond, bent, and claimed Draco's lips, their arms embracing each other as they did so. Their tongues duelling, their hands wandering over each other; at first gently, easily, then with increasing need, almost desperate as control slipped. Harry's lips left Draco's, much to the Slytherin's disappointment, only to be sent into ecstasy as those same lips sucked and licked at his earlobes and neck, as their hips ground into each other.
"Harry?" Draco murmured. He got no response, as his neck continued to be ravaged.
"Harry!" Still quietly, but stronger.
"Hm?"
'Finally!' "Take me, Harry?"
Harry knew his lover was ready, but needed to ask, to reassure himself. Raising his head and looking into silver-irised eyes, he asked. "Are you sure?"
Draco gazed into soft, luminous, dark-green eyes; eyes you could drown in, and nodded. "I need us to be one," he whispered.
They had been preparing for this moment for weeks, since shortly after reading "Sex for the Rest of Us", putting all the necessary supplies in the drawer of a small bedside table. Until now they had gone unused, unneeded. Harry took out the small bottle of oil, the scent of which they had picked out together, and put it on the tabletop.
Draco raised his legs, and put them on Harry's shoulders. Harry stroked his lover's body, first up his arms, then up and down his torso, stopping to play with both of Draco's nipples, then down again, avoiding the lovely arrowhead-tipped shaft, up the thighs draped over his shoulders, then down to Draco's firm bubble-buns. He couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers up and down the cleft that hid the treasure that was about to be given to him, and was surprised to find his lover already oiled and loose. He didn't know when Draco could have prepared himself for him, but he'd been occupied, so assumed Draco had done it surreptitiously during that time, forgetting, in his aroused state, that he'd just taken the oil out of the drawer himself.
A soft silvery-gold glow slowly developed, and enveloped them as they prepared to consummate their love, but neither noticed.
Harry positioned himself, then thought better of it. For this, it would be better if both participated. "Guide me?" he asked.
Draco reached back, took hold of his lover's cock, and guided it to his opening. "Gently, Harry," he requested. He continued to hold onto Harry's member until it was firmly, if not completely, imbedded in him. But contrary to "Sex for the Rest of Us," there was no initial pain needing a wait for muscles to adjust and relax, no feeling of full bowels needing to be emptied, both of which the book said should be expected the first few times they had intercourse. Yes, he was feeling stretched and filled, but it only gave him pleasure, and a feeling of being completed. He thrust himself onto his lover, taking Harry completely into himself.
The glow got stronger.
Harry was startled by Draco's move, terrified that Draco would hurt himself. But there was no look of pain, or even discomfort on his lover's face. He let Draco's legs slide off his shoulders, catching them in the crooks of his elbows, allowing him to get closer, to lean over and kiss his lover, and imbed every fraction of an inch of himself into Draco's channel. When he got the signal from Draco to continue, and he was sure that his love was all right, he pulled out about half way, and thrust slowly back in, watching Draco's face closely for signs of discomfort or displeasure as he did so, then repeated the action over and over, becoming more at ease with the situation, getting more aggressive; kissing, nibbling, taking Draco's skin between his teeth, but not biting; just teasing at it. And Draco was thrusting back at him - just as eager, just as needy - as Harry climbed to his climax. But he didn't touch Draco's manhood, nor did he let Draco do so himself; not out of any sense of meanness or torture, but because he had plans that required that member to be erect and ready - not spent. He eventually had to resort to holding Draco's hands over his head while he showered kisses down upon the blond's protesting, begging lips, while they thrust almost savagely at each other.
Then, to Draco's surprise, a warm, tense feeling began deep within him. It was similar to the pre-orgasmic tension he'd felt many times before, but had nothing to do with his sexual organs. That feeling kept getting warmer and tighter, then Harry's thrusts started getting a bit ragged, and Draco knew he'd soon be filled with more of Harry. That knowledge brought that warm feeling to bursting point, and as Harry thrust deeply one last time and froze while he pumped his love deep into Draco, that warm spot burst, flooding his body with intense waves of shuddering pleasure that, while including his genitals, did not involve them.
The glow would have been hard to look at, if anyone had been watching.
Harry only rested a minute above and in his mate, before gently extricating himself and leaning forward to place a long, lingering kiss on his love's lips. While doing so, he lowered Draco's legs, moving his own legs from the inside to the outside of his mate's, moved up, grasped Draco's cock, and, without thinking, lowered himself onto it. As he felt it starting to slide in, it hit him that he hadn't physically prepared himself for this, yet everything was going as it should; and even better, as he discovered the same thing Draco had earlier.
Draco had felt a sense of loss as his lover pulled out, and then pleased surprise as Harry gave himself to him, and immediately forgave his mate for not letting him have his release earlier. Now he understood why. What surprised him was that Harry was still quite erect, even after that amazing performance.
During this manoeuvering, Harry and Draco had become aware that something else was happening other than their love-making, as they noticed the strong glow. But they assumed that it was all a part of their bonding. It didn't distract them in the least.
The glow started to condense around the mating couple, adding strong hints of other colours, some of which had yet to be discovered.
The movements began again, but soon Draco found the need to have more control. So with a few whispered words, and Harry's cooperation, they managed to change positions without becoming uncoupled, although not without a bit of clumsy awkwardness and shared giggles. Once comfortably adjusted, they smiled at each other, kissing and nuzzling each other while they again built up the mood.
Harry whispered in Draco's ear, telling him he was ready for more. And he got it. Draco, as Harry had done earlier, started off slowly, but Harry wasn't in any mood for slow and gentle, despite this being his first time. He urged his lover on, demanding his lover go faster, harder; their inexperience causing them to go off-angle from time to time; which, to Harry's surprise, occasionally caused unexpectedly strong pleasure surges. 'Probably that "prosta-thingy",' Harry thought fleetingly, before another surge hit him.
The glow was now so strong, and so tightly condensed around the boys, that they looked like two figures making love who were made entirely of shimmering, coruscating sun-stuff, the other colours also stronger.
Harry noticed a warm, tense feeling building deep inside himself. As with Draco, when they compared notes later, it kept growing stronger.
As Draco neared his release, the glow settled under their skins, and as Draco released his seed violently into Harry, and the warm tenseness Harry had been feeling exploded, filling him with an orgasmic bliss, the glow faded from view. The energy it encompassed didn't dissipate; rather, it infused every cell of Harry and Draco's beings.
The mating alone had completed the bonding. The effects of that, and what the glow meant, would be discovered later.

* Lyrics from "Could I Have This Dance" sung by Anne Murray

Words and Music by Wayland Holyfield and Bob House

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