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Title: Angels and
Devils

Chapter: Christmas 09/10

Author: Beren (aka Didi)

Email: beren.writes@gmail.com

LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=beren_writes

Wordcount: 6729

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story is set post OOTP and therefore has SPOLIERS. If
you don’t want to know anything that went on in book five do not read this
story.

Summary: Harry defeated Voldemort: his act of heroism is famous throughout
the wizarding world. He’s trying to finish his final year at Hogwarts in
peace, but something peculiar is happening to him, something he never would
have expected. It's all rather embarrassing and making his life very complicated.

Author's Notes: This fic has Veela!Draco and lots of other things that
appear to have become fandom clichés, which was part of the point in
writing it :). I've had great fun with this fic, trying to explore ideas in
a slightly different way than I have seen before. It may have Veela!Draco, but
it is all from Harry POV in case you were wondering. I will be posting in two
blocks, the first five parts now (05Jan05) and the second five parts next week.
Thanks go to Soph for the beta. I've actually had this one hanging around since
I was writing GTS.

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Chapter 9 Christmas

It was the first year that
Harry was truly free for Christmas; there were still Death Eaters out there,
but precautions could be taken to keep them away which would have been ineffective
against Voldemort. Hence, for the first time Harry was being allowed to go to
the Burrow for Christmas; he only wished that the idea did not fill him with
such panic every time he thought about it.

He smiled and tried to
lose himself in celebration excitement each time Ron mentioned it in the last
couple of days of term, but he could not completely shake the panicky depression
that threatened at the idea of separation. When the day finally came to climb
onto the train to return to London, Harry felt more like he was being ripped
away from where he needed to be rather than going to his best friend's home
for some holiday fun. He was so agitated that he only managed to sit with Ron,
Hermione and Ginny for a few minutes before he needed to move.

"I'm going for a walk,"
he said, standing quickly as the desire to leave the compartment became too
much. "I'll be back in a bit."

He didn't give any of his
companions time to offer to come with him and disappeared into the corridor
quickly. At this time in the journey when everyone had just found their seats,
the hallways were empty and Harry began to make his way to the back of the train,
trying to focus on the simple act of walking rather than the thoughts that were
flying around his head. So caught up with not thinking was he, that until the
door to the last carriage opened he had not even noticed the slight shift in
his magic that always occurred in one person's presence. Draco froze in the
doorway and Harry could only stare.

"Looking for something,
Potter?" the Slytherin asked in what was almost a perfect impression of
his usual tone, although Harry could hear the tension below it.

"Trying not to, actually,"
he replied quietly; "I thought you and the Slytherins were at the other
end of the train."

"Not that I have any
need to explain myself to you," Draco drawled in a superior manner, "but
I needed something from the luggage car. What's your excuse?"

"I don't have one,"
Harry said pointedly.

That rather took the wind
out of his companion's sails. As Harry had discovered over the last two weeks,
sniping and yelling were mainstays of their adversarial relationship, but stark
honesty was not something Draco was equipped to deal with. When Harry chose
not to hide behind bravado and insults, the Slytherin didn't seem to quite know
how to deal with him.

"Still pining over
me, then?" Draco asked coldly, as if he didn't know.

Harry knew that the Slytherin
was feeling at least some of what he was going through, but Draco had such a
good mask that it was impossible to tell how much. Taking his Gryffindor courage
firmly in both hands, he did the only thing that he could think about and stepping
up to Draco he pushed the Slytherin against the side of the corridor, covering
Draco's mouth with his own.

At first his companion
froze, but as Harry flicked his tongue over closed lips, Draco's mouth opened
allowing him access as the Slytherin melted into the kiss. It was the most wonderful
feeling; the human part of Harry revelled in the feeling of acceptance and the
Seraphim part basked in the touch of his mate. It was perfect, it was right,
as tongues explored mouths and hard needy body pushed against hard needy body,
but it did not last.

Almost as quickly as he
had acquiesced to the tryst, Draco changed his mind and rejected it. Harry found
himself shoved onto the opposite wall with the Slytherin leaning against the
other, looking scared and confused. Draco was flushed and breathing hard; his
clothes were mussed and his hair was no longer neatly brushed, but it was the
fear in his eyes that pierced Harry's soul.

"No," Draco said,
as if he was talking to himself more than Harry.

Then his mate was gone,
almost running down the train away from Harry and the most desolate feeling
welled up in Harry's chest. Slowly he let himself slide down the side of the
train and he sat there staring at his hands, trying to contain the despair that
flooded over him in waves.

====

Arthur had been at the
station to meet them and Harry had just about managed to climb into the car
as Draco was climbing in to a fancy-looking Rolls. The part of him that was
Seraphim had screamed at him that he was letting his mate leave and it had not
cared that it would only be for the holiday. Turning his back and slipping into
the seat next to Ron had been harder than he had ever thought possible. He had
spent the journey to the Burrow the same way he had spent most of the train
journey; staring out of the window, answering any direct questions, but mostly
remaining silent.

Waiting for them on the
doorstep was Molly, who swept Ginny into a hug as soon as the girl was out of
the car then moved on to Ron and finally came to Harry. He found himself wrapped
in the woman's arms in a bone crushing embrace before being held back and examined.

"My, my, Harry,"
Molly said brightly, "when Ron said you had grown I had no idea how much.
Those pictures in the Prophet did not do you justice."

He managed to smile at
her and accept the scrutiny in good spirits, even if he had to try very hard
to maintain the act.

"I can't get used
to not being shorter than everyone else," he replied as cheerfully as he
could, "and I keep forgetting to duck."

Molly smiled.

"I can imagine,"
she said, obviously pleased by his response. "Well supper's almost ready
and I'm sure you must all be hungry."

There were murmurs of consent
from all around and, as a group, they set about pulling their things from the
car. Harry had just leant in to the seemingly never ending boot to pull out
Ginny's holiday bag when two loud cracks sounded.

"Trouble has arrived,"
Ginny said cheerfully, but she was already running to greet the newly arrived
Fred and George.

Harry continued emptying
the boot, keeping his head down and knowing that sooner or later the comments
would start. It wasn't that he minded the twins joking around, it was that he
wasn't sure how much of it he could take at the moment, and he knew for a fact
they would find his new appearance an irresistible source of amusement.

"Just look at you
..." Harry couldn't tell if it was Fred or George who spoke first, mainly
because he still had his head in the car.

"Our Harry's turned
into a stud," the other finished and as Harry fished the last item of luggage
out of the boot he straightened and turned to face the twins.

"Voldemort was good
for something," he said, actually managing a genuine smile.

"There are easier
ways to get a makeover, mate," Harry thought it was George said cheerfully
and slapped him on the shoulder.

"There are,"
Harry asked with a good impression of wide eyed innocence. "Why didn't
anyone tell me?"

Even Ron snorted a laugh
at that, which wiped away the worried little frown with which his friend had
been watching Harry through the whole exchange. Ron had been shooting looks
like that at him all day, if he was honest with himself, for weeks, and taking
a deep breath Harry decided that above all else he was not going to ruin Christmas
for anyone. Part of him felt as if the end of the world had come and gone, merely
neglecting to inform the rest of him, but pulling together every scrap of will
he had he pushed those feelings to the back of his mind.

"We hear you ..."
Fred said, draping his arm over Harry's shoulders.

"...can fly,"
George finished, walking up on his other side.

That was the point where
Harry began to worry.

"And we have this..."
Fred continued cheerfully.

"...new product,"
George elaborated, "only we haven't tested it yet and..."

"...to someone with
wings," Harry felt like he was watching tennis, "it poses no..."

"...danger. So we
thought we might be able to..."

"...convince you to
be our lab..."

"...rat."

Harry looked from one twin
to the other one more time and then smiled in a way that they both found disconcerting
if the matching moments of worry were anything to go by.

"What's it worth?"
he asked.

All through supper the
twins continued to try and convince Harry that helping them test their latest
invention would be fun, pain free and not in the least bit dangerous. They weathered
the looks Molly was sending them the entire time and Harry actually found their
antics quite entertaining and he played up to them the whole time. It was a
blessed distraction from all the dark thoughts playing through his mind and
he jumped into the discourse with both feet.

It was halfway through
pudding when the fireplace belched and someone stepped out; at first thanks
to the flash of flame Harry couldn't work out who had just arrived.

"Remus," Arthur
greeted cheerfully, "we were beginning to think you might not make it."

"Committee meeting
ran late," the smartly dressed werewolf said cheerfully; "the Ministry
really didn't want to agree to our terms, but we twisted their arms."

No one had told Harry that
Remus would be dropping by and he smiled at his friend in genuine joy. Without
even thinking Harry climbed out of his seat and moved to hug the werewolf. It
still felt very bizarre looking down, all be it only half an inch, at the man
who had been one of his mentors for so long.

"How long are you
staying?" Harry asked the excitement clear in his voice.

"Until Molly throws
me out," Remus said with a laugh.

Harry's heart swelled;
Christmas without Draco close was going to be difficult, but he hoped it had
just become that much easier.

====

It had been getting worse
every day; the feeling that he was not where he was supposed to be, and he knew
he was becoming less and less able to hide it. Yesterday, amongst all the presents
and food and general good cheer he had caught Remus and Molly looking at him
with frowns of worry on their faces. Every time he had tried to make an effort,
to pretend that he was enjoying himself so that he didn't detract from everyone
else's festivities, but he knew, at least in part, he had failed.

He had managed to put Remus
off, telling him that he would speak to him today and trying to make the werewolf
understand that anything else would upset the Christmas cheer, but Harry had
no idea what to tell his friend. He hadn't slept a wink all night as vivid,
nightmarish dreams of being torn from his mate woke him and eventually he had
left Ron's room and wandered downstairs.

Sitting in the dark by
the embers of the fire he let the thoughts tumble around in his mind, churning
over and over in endless loops. The weather suited his mood as a snow storm
settled in at about 3am, and he wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his
head on his knees as the despair twisted in his chest.

He needed Draco; at school
when he could see him every day he had held the urge at bay, but here, separated
from his mate by miles and miles, he was becoming more and more desperate. He
had been rejected, forcefully, and a very primeval part of him needed to fight
back. To the non-human part of him Draco had accepted him as his mate, and trying
to break that affiliation was just not possible. There were only two possibilities;
reconciliation or death. It was all too much and he had to do something.

With a growl he launched
himself into a standing position and dragged the T-shirt he had been sleeping
in over his head. Logic had very little to do with his reasoning as the primitive,
magical part of his nature spoke to him far louder than the higher, intellectual
part. He had to find Draco; it was that or die trying, and he stalked to the
door.

As he opened it a blast
of icy cold air whipped over his bared chest, but he didn't care and his wings
flared into a shield against the storm. There was the noise of feet on the stairs,
but he took no notice, stepping out into the blizzard.

"Harry, what are you
doing?" he heard the words, he even recognised Remus, but it made little
difference, and, walking into the snow, he looked up.

The sky was deep black
where it was covered with clouds and the snowflakes were falling thick and fast,
but it did not deter him. Drawing his wings back he gathered his strength and
just as Remus came running out of the door he took off.

The wind was very strong,
but Harry was very determined and he was after all a magical creature. He did
not think about how the icy wind took all feeling from his body, or how he could
not see where he was going, all that mattered was reaching Draco as fast a possible.
He was focussed on only one thing and nothing else made it into his mind. He
was seeking his mate and that was his only thought.

He flew for what seemed
like an endless time, cloaked in the storm as if it was taking him where he
needed to go. Instincts led him and he did not waver from his course, only coming
back down towards the ground well after the sun had crept over the horizon onto
the white landscape. Below him was a huge house with large, colourful grounds.
Parts must have been enchanted to reject the snow and show their variegated
foliage. If Harry had not been so focused he might have enjoyed the sight, but
he only had just about enough sense to head for the front door.

Draco was somewhere in
that building, Harry could feel it and he wanted him more than life itself.
His hands were so cold that he could not lift the large brass knocker to announce
his presence, so he banged on the door with his clenched fists. He was frozen
and most of his body was numb, but he didn't care; Draco was close and that
was the only reason to be.

The door was opened by
a house elf that looked at Harry as if he was the strangest thing it had ever
seen.

"Who is it, Fussy?"
a very familiar voice asked from inside.

"Fussy is not knowing,
Master Draco, Sir," the house elf replied as Harry stood there and shivered.

He could hear footsteps
coming towards the door, but Draco's voice had had a pronounced effect on Harry;
suddenly he had found his mate and the impetus which had led him vanished. Rational
thought tried to make itself known, and the fact that he was well on his way
to frozen to death made it into Harry's muddled brain. Before he ever managed
to lay eyes on Draco he felt his body giving up and without being able to do
anything about it he began to pitch forward. Briefly he felt sorry for the elf
he was bound to hit on the way down, but then his ability to think shut down
and the world vanished into darkness.

====

Harry opened his eyes as
the feeling of fingers tracing his scar made it into his subconscious, and he
was just in time to see a hand snatched away. For a moment he saw a look of
horror cross Draco's face at being caught, but the expression soon hardened
into a glare.

"You finally deigned
to join us then," the Slytherin said coldly. "What is it with Gryffindors
and dramatic entrances? You're lucky Mother knows something about healing, or
bits would have dropped off by now."

At school Harry might have
turned away and ignored the jibe, or risen to it and argued back, but he had
been through too much over their separation and he could not cope with Draco
being hateful now.

"Please don't,"
he said quietly.

Those two words had a dramatic
effect on his companion and Draco froze mid sneer. It was as if that simple
admission of weakness was enough to shatter the adversarial attitude holding
the Slytherin's act together. Suddenly Draco appeared confused and afraid and
he stood back from the bed, turning to leave.

"We can't run away
from this," Harry tried desperately, sitting up and reaching for Draco.

His fingers brushed against
cloth, but his companion was too far away for anything more. His words had,
however, halted Draco's retreat.

"You feel it too,"
Harry did not need to ask, he merely stated a fact.

It was not an easy thing
to admit, but he had had to come to terms with the fact that he was connected
to someone who was not even his friend, and he knew Draco had to do the same
thing. That they were enemies no longer mattered because this was not a choice
they could make; they had already made it when their non-human natures had taken
over their bodies.

"Every second of every
day," Draco said eventually in a slightly afraid tone.

At last he turned and Harry
looked deep into the steel grey eyes that observed him right back. There was
a hunger there and a need, as well as confusion and fear. He saw everything
he was feeling reflected in Draco's gaze and it was frightening; they were both
so lost.

"It was never really
about sex," Harry said quietly, voicing what he knew they both understood
now, "that was just a means to an end. We can't go back."

Draco said nothing, just
continued looking into his face. The Slytherin was like an alabaster statue,
only the shallow movement of his chest giving away that he was actually alive.

"Malfoy," Harry
began, "D...Draco," he corrected hesitantly, finally using the name
that was always in his mind, but had never crossed his lips, "I know you
don't like me and I don't like you, but I don't think we really know each other.
I can't live like this: I'll go mad. I want to know the real you, at least to
try for something that might save us both."

It was too late to change
this, there was nothing they could do and Harry was not above begging if he
had too. He pleaded with his companion, desperate for some acknowledgment, something
that would drag him out of the nightmare he was living.

"A Slytherin and a
Gryffindor," Draco said after a few moments, "how insanely us; our
friends won't like it."

It was so typically Slytherin,
considering the outward image rather than the internal need and it annoyed Harry.

"Stuff our friends,"
he said vehemently, not willing to allow Draco to hide behind rationalities,
"they don't have to live with the longing and the knowledge that they aren't
whole. Every time you cast a spell I feel it; every night I go to sleep knowing
that I'm going to dream about you; every day at school I sit on the other side
of the hall dying to walk over to you. My whole bloody house knows I'd rather
be sitting with you. Over this entire holiday, the fact you weren't there has
been killing me. I didn't take off in the middle of a snow storm because I'm
a complete idiot; I did it because I had to. My body wants you, my mind wants
you and my magic wants you; I can't fight it anymore. I want to love you, but
to do that I have to know you."

The Slytherin looked rather
shocked at his outburst, but Draco's face also held a silent agreement; Harry
knew his companion was feeling exactly the same way he was. If nothing else,
the touch of those fingers just as he woke up had told Harry everything he needed
to know.

"Do you dream of flying,"
Draco asked quietly, "soaring into the sky together with nothing but our
wings as shelter?"

"Oh god, yes,"
Harry replied, unable to keep the longing out of his voice. "It's like
a dance and you and I come together and fall because we can't fly and make love
at the same time, but before we hit the ground we break apart and soar upwards
again."

A small choking sound was
Draco's only reply and the Slytherin looked away again. This was so hard and
yet Harry would walk through fire if it could make something of the mess they
were in.

"It's going to be
difficult," Draco said slowly, "they really won't like it as all."

Harry's heart leapt at
the acquiescence; finally he had hope. The statement struck him as funny and
he couldn't help himself, he laughed and caused Draco to look him in the eye
again. There was a spark in his companion's gaze and Harry knew Draco feared
being mocked.

"When have we ever
had anything easy?" he asked, feeling bizarrely happy even though life
had just thrown him another wall to climb. "I've had a psycho trying to
kill me since I was eleven and you led a revolt against the dark from the one
house in Hogwarts everyone thought was a Death Eater stronghold. We're not destined
for anything mundane, Draco; the universe would come to an end."

For a moment Draco stared
at him, apparently caught between suspicion and something else. Eventually the
Slytherin grinned and a wicked gleam appeared in his eye.

"But what happens
if we get to know each other and we still hate each other's guts?" he asked
with one raised eyebrow.

"Then we'll shack
up together," Harry replied with an irrational certainty that he was far
beyond that, "fuck like bunnies whenever we feel like it to get rid of
this irritating itch, and scandalise the world with how bad two playboys can
be when they need to distract themselves from the screwed up relationship they're
in."

That actually drew a laugh
from the Slytherin and it suddenly occurred to Harry that Draco rarely laughed
because he was genuinely amused. Dismissive, superior, malicious and manic were
all types of laugh he heard regularly from his object of desire, but rarely
simply amused.

"I thought you wanted
to be an Auror and go out and fight the big bad," Draco commented lightly.

"That was before I
shagged my way into the arms of the devil," Harry replied in kind, "now
I'll just write my memoirs, sit back and watch the money roll in."

"Yeah, I'll believe
that when I see it," Draco said and rolled his eyes.

The humour disappeared
from the Slytherin's features slowly and Harry found himself the centre of his
companion's attention. Intense grey eyes bored into his soul and he could feel
an echo of the connection they had made over a month ago. This man was his,
their magic had joined and changed and now knew the other better than any other
living thing. They were two people, but without the other something would always
be missing.

Harry held his breath as
Draco moved slightly towards him. It was obvious that the Slytherin was still
torn, and Harry dared not even blink lest he break the spell. Slowly his companion
took one step towards the bed, and then another, bringing up long aristocratic
fingers and running them slowly down the side of Harry's face.

"You are my enemy,"
Draco said quietly, "you are part of what defines me. What am I if the
enmity dies?"

"Whatever you want
to be," Harry replied in an equally hushed voice.

Almost as if he was under
a spell, Draco leant forward and Harry felt soft, warm lips pressed against
his own. It was the most wonderful feeling he had ever experienced as the pain
and anxiety of the separation flowed out of him at that one touch.

Before Draco could decide
this was not what he wanted, as the Slytherin had done on the train, Harry moved
into the kiss, bringing his arms round his mate and pushing Draco back and up
so that he could shift his legs underneath him and kneel up. This one kiss was
like food to a starving man and Harry devoured all he could take of Draco. When
arms wound around him, the last tension disappeared from his body as he knew
his mate had finally accepted him.

When he eventually drew
back and looked at Draco, the Slytherin's eyes were almost shining with intensity.
It was as if he was looking into a mirror of his own needs, desires and wants,
and it was breathtaking.

"I..." Harry
tried to express what he was feeling, but Draco placed a finger on his lips.

"Talk later,"
his mate said and Harry recognised the hunger in his companion's gaze.

He felt it too; the need to reaffirm the bond that had been wrenched to almost
breaking point, mixed with the smouldering libido of a seventeen year old human
male. It was a heady mixture. Harry let the corners of his mouth turn upwards
in a small smile, and before he could do anything else there were hands running
up under the silk pyjamas someone had dressed him in. When those hands pushed
him backwards towards the bed again, Harry did not try and resist. He purred
when trimmed, talon like nails were drawn across his torso.

"Like that, Potter?"
Draco asked with a wicked grin.

"Harry," he replied
automatically and then grinned back; "when you say 'Potter' it sounds like
you're about to take house points; which is a whole different game."

For a moment the hands
stilled and Draco looked a little shocked, but then the Slytherin's previous
expression returned, as did the maddening stroking. If his lover kept this up
Harry was sure he would go insane with desire.

"My, my, Harry,"
Draco said, and Harry's smile became rather silly as he enjoyed his name on
his mate's lips, "I never knew you were kinky. We'll have to explore that
some time."

The hands were moving again,
pushing up the silk so that it bunched around his chest. Harry could feel his
whole body reacting under his mate's touch, and his magic was moving as well.
When Draco's blond head went down, so the Slytherin could kiss and lick the
revealed skin, Harry arched into the touch, needing and wanting every moment.

"Responsive, aren't
we, Harry," Draco said with a chuckle that was most unlike the Draco Harry
usually saw. "Tell me what you want me to do, Harry. What do you like?"

"I..." Harry
tried to reply, but his mate kissed him again and the pulse of arousal and the
shift in his magic took his voice away for a moment.

Draco looked up at him
through white blond strands of hair with a very amused expression on his face.
Harry knew he was being teased, but he really did not care.

"You should know,"
he said before Draco could distract him again, "you were there."

A small frown appeared
on his mate's face at that reply and then it cleared with an expression of surprise.

"You mean that that
was ... and I ..." Draco seemed rather shocked. "I mean I knew you
weren't that experienced, but I never..."

The Slytherin appeared
totally taken aback by the news, but what Harry was really interested in was
that the touching had stopped, and that was bad.

"Yes, Draco,"
he said, placing his hands either side of his lover's face so that Draco could
not look away, "you took my virginity. Now could we get back to the sex
please?"

That had the desired effect
and Draco seemed to snap out of his momentary surprise.

"Well if you insist,"
his mate said nonchalantly and quite deliberately ran a finger under the waistband
of Harry's pyjama trousers.

Playing with Harry seemed
to be a game Draco enjoyed and much to Harry's chagrin there was no more below
the waistband touching for quite some time. His mate chose to drive him to distraction
by stroking and kissing him everywhere else, which included very sensitive nipples
that disappeared into white heat when lapped at. Every time Harry tried to reciprocate
Draco would do something that turned him into putty and he would drop back to
the bed. It was maddening and wonderful at the same time.

When Draco finally came
nose to nose with him once more he was literally humming with desire. His erection
felt like it was made of cast iron filled with raw heat and the fact that Draco
was leaning into him and an equally hard cock was pressed into his leg did not
help.

Harry wanted Draco as if
his life depended on it and he wanted him more than just because he felt like
he might explode at any minute. The magical creature inside his skin knew what
he needed to be whole again; what he required for the ache inside him to go
away.

"I need to know that
I'm yours," Harry said quietly as he felt their bodies pressed together,
"that you accept me. Please show me, Draco."

Draco was his mate, Harry
knew this in his heart and had tried to make that very clear to the Slytherin
on several occasions, but part of him that was instinct needed to experience
that acceptance from the other side. There was only one way to satisfy the part
of him that was not intellect and so he asked.

Grey eyes looked deep into
his own before Draco slowly nodded. There was no mating frenzy here, no overwhelming
need to join together and Harry knew that this time it would be their human-selves
as well as their other-selves doing this.

Sitting up and away from
him, Draco undid the top two buttons of his shirt and the cuffs, before pulling
it from his trousers and then up over his head. All Harry could do was lay there
and watch as perfect, pale skin was revealed. He had been dying to touch what
had been hidden ever since Draco had started caressing him and now his lover
leaned down and let his do just that. He remembered the soft feel of that skin
and as he let his fingers dance over Draco's chest his mind filled with the
memory of learning every inch of that body.

Draco let him explore for
a few minutes, as the Slytherin held himself over Harry so that he could reach
anywhere he wanted. Then Draco pulled the silk of the pyjama top back down over
Harry's chest and began to undo the buttons. Sitting back his lover urged him
to come with him and Harry found himself being undressed in a seductive, leisurely
manner. Draco's hand seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing his shoulders
and his back, his chest and his front until his lover lowered him back to the
bed.

It was almost like a dance
and Harry felt as if Draco needed this slow discovery as much as he did. They
had known each other intimately time and again over three days, and yet this
was different. Then they had been magical creatures called together by power,
now they were men trying to establish a relationship based on what they had
done before.

Leaving Harry on the bed
Draco stepped off of the mattress for a moment, looking down at him with heat
in his eyes. As if every move was for Harry, his lover slowly released the fastening
on his trousers and with a small push let them, and whatever he was wearing
underneath, fall to the ground. When Draco lost his shoes and socks, Harry didn't
care, because when his lover climbed back onto the bed he was naked and very
much aroused.

Kneeling next to him, Draco
took hold of the top of Harry's pyjama trousers and dragged them off him in
a very slow and deliberate manner. The sensation of silk sliding across his
erection caused Harry to curl his hands in the sheets on the bed until it came
free and released him from the torment.

The pyjamas were tossed
over Draco's shoulder with careless ease before the Slytherin reached out to
gently ease Harry's knees apart. All the time grey eyes were moving all over
his body, and it was almost as if Harry could feel their heat. As Draco nudged
one leg and then the other between his, he surrendered gladly to everything
his lover wanted. Hands pushed his knees up and apart and held him, vulnerable
and open to Draco's gaze.

"And I shall have
you," his mate said in little more than a whisper, causing Harry's erection
to jump with anticipation.

When his knees were released
Harry let his legs fall wherever they happened to be; he did not want to control
this.

Draco reached over to the
bedside table and opened the small drawer closest to the bed. When he sat back
Harry could see that his lover was holding a small pot of what Harry had to
assume was lubricant. It occurred to him that this was not Draco's room, at
least it did not appear to be a lived in room, and he doubted the Malfoys would
have put him anywhere but a guest room. He made a mental note to ask later,
but for now he was far too busy.

For a moment his lover
looked at him and Harry thought Draco might ask if this was what he really wanted,
but when he looked into his mate's eyes Draco closed his mouth again. Harry
had never been good at hiding what he was feeling and right then he had no desire
to, so his needs were written all over his face.

Harry's legs were already
spread thanks to Draco's previous play, but to Harry's surprise his mate did
not go straight for his goal. In fact Draco placed the small pot he had retrieved
down on the bed and began to run his hands slowly up and down the inside and
back of Harry's thighs. Before he realised it, Harry's head lolled back as he
closed his eyes and relaxed into what was turning into a massage.

He moaned appreciatively
when firm fingers began to remove all tension from his muscles and moved tantalisingly
close to his throbbing erection. When those same fingers moved on to kneading
his buttocks he barely registered the change in his haze of pleasure. Only when
he felt himself being gently spread and one lubricated finger began to nudge
at his entrance did he fully notice where Draco had turned his attention.

Keeping his eyes closed
seemed like a good idea as every touch was enhanced by the lack of sight. Slowly
the finger teased him, much more gentle than when under the influence of the
mating frenzy, and eventually pushed past his resisting muscle.

"That's right, Harry,"
Draco's voice was soft and deep with desire, "just relax."

It was almost as if his
mate was trying to ease him through his first time, and in a way it was for
his human side. He'd never done this before while in his right mind and it was
a different experience to the fury of sex between magical creatures. He remembered
the feelings and sensation from then, but now his body did not automatically
do what it needed to and he was far more in control.

Draco worked the one finger
in and out slowly, loosening Harry with small twists and turns. Then his mate
pushed in a second intrusion, which was harder to take and burned slightly,
but Harry willed his body to relax. His muscles remembered this type of breach
and acquiesced to it with little resistance, but what he really wanted was more
than fingers. As his mate worked him he found that the Seraphim part of his
nature was far from asleep and was growing impatient. He allowed the slow stretching
to go on for a little while longer, but he could only hold off his instincts
for so long. Opening his eyes he found Draco looking at him and for an instant
he saw the same eagerness reflected in his lover's eyes.

"Now," he said
and pushed into Draco's hand, impaling himself as much as possible.

The fingers were withdrawn
and Harry allowed his legs to be lifted onto Draco's shoulders. This was what
he wanted and what he needed and his heart pounded in his chest as Draco carefully
covered himself in lubricant and lined his body up with Harry's.

"If I hurt you,"
his mate said breathlessly, "tell me to stop."

Harry nodded and tried
to remain absolutely relaxed. The first push hurt more than he remembered and
he put his hand on Draco's arm to get him to pause. The head of his mate's cock
had him impaled and he needed to ease into the intrusion. Sex from before was
almost a dreamlike memory, hidden behind a haze of hormones and magic, but this
was very real. It took a good few seconds before he felt ready to continue and
then he nodded at his lover.

Draco pushed in further
and the burning continued, but it was countered by the heady mix of arousal
and magic swirling through his body. He wanted his mate; he wanted him so much.
Draco went to pull out again before he was fully sheathed in Harry, but Harry
squeezed his lover's arm to stop him, shaking his head. He needed Draco fully
inside him, an urgent and begging ache in the pit of his stomach demanding this
now. His lover seemed unsure but did as he was asked, and, the moment Draco
was fully seated in him, Harry felt everything click into place. His magical
core leapt to find his lover's and they joined in more ways than one.

The gasp that came from
his own mouth was mirrored by one from Draco's and they remained locked in position
for several seconds before Draco slowly began to move. It was the most wonderful
feeling and Harry let himself sprawl back onto the bed as his mate claimed him
as his own. This was what it meant to have and have been found and he revelled
in it.

The delicious feeling of
being filled drove him insane and he could not hold back the moans and cries
that the sensations drew from him. He needed everything Draco could give, needed
to be had and have what he offered received in its entirety. As Draco moved
inside him he felt the mental pain let go and he understood how far it had reached
into his soul. When a hand took hold of his cock and began to pump firmly it
was more than he could take and he exploded with a heartfelt cry, shuddering
and moving in the complete surrender of orgasm.

So many thoughts and emotions crashed through his head at the same moment that
he could not hold onto any of them. They were together, they were one and that
was all he knew. His occupied mind could barely tell him anything, but he felt
Draco's magic pulse as his lover also reached completion and then fell on top
of him, spent. Magic swirled around his body and he felt whole on both human
and Seraphim levels. His mate had accepted him, and it was a euphoric feeling.
This was where he was supposed to be.

End of Chapter 9
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