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Until the Solstice Rises	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5147 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like Hawks in Midair

Disclaimer: J. K Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this for fun and not profit.

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R

Warnings: Mentions of past angst and infidelity, creature!fic (Draco is a Veela), AU after HBP

Wordcount: 1400

Summary: Harry and Draco spend their Christmas together--in flight.

Author's Notes: This is the eleventh of my Advent fics, written at the request of <"eelegantlyeevil">. She asked for a Christmas fic set in the universe of A Year's Temptation, my first Veela fic. Don't read this story without having read that one first, or this probably won't make sense.

Like Hawks in Midair

"So you aren't going to the hovel for Christmas, then."

Harry spent a moment looking at the ceiling, which didn't change from the graceful curve he was used to, and then turned to Draco, shaking his head. "Telling you to call it the Burrow is just bound to be an exercise in futility, isn't it?"

Draco smiled back at him. His wings trembled around his shoulders, in the state between real and ethereal where they looked like morning mist. Harry tried to keep his gaze away from Draco's face. He would fall into a trance of staring when Draco was like this, and that wasn't good for either his point or Draco's ego.

"It might be," Draco agreed. "Of course, you know that I'm always open to bribery."

Harry turned to him, his arms folded and his face set. Draco's smile deepened. His wings rose, his face shimmered, and Harry felt the edges of that pleasure that could build between them at any time. It was pure heady existence, it was light, it was sunlight, it was sun-warmth--

It was something that neither of them needed right now, that was what it was. Harry shook his head and stepped back. "Incorrigible," he muttered. "Besides, you know that everything I am is yours already. You have common shares in my heart and soul. What more could you want, exactly?"

"Ah, Harry, you do know how to disarm me."

Draco moved closer, the wings rising and spreading like clouds. Draco was Draco, still, beautiful and proud and arrogant and poised, and the one who had come seeking Harry and only the second person whom Harry had fallen in love with.

The only one, now.

            Draco was impatient, seeking hands, and an even more impatient seeking tongue, and Harry lifted his head and spread his hands in response, sinking them into blond hair and white feathers as he murmured, “Of course I’m not spending Christmas Day with them this time, Draco. I’ll still see the Weasleys sometime over the holidays, but I gave them Christmas last year. I can be with you this time.”

            “So nice of you to apportion it that way,” Draco said, rearing back and looking at him with half-lowered eyes.

            Harry snorted. “You know what I endure,” he said, plastering his hand melodramatically to his brow. “Arguments from them that you still aren’t good for me and I should have stayed with Ginny.” Few of those came in quite that form anymore, but Harry could read the wistfulness in Molly’s eyes whenever he came over, carefully, after Ginny and Ralph had left. “From you, arguments that no one else is good enough for me and I should only ever stay with you. What do you have to offer me besides those arguments?”

            “Well.”

            There was that smile Harry had seen on Draco’s face when he was courting Harry, and telling him he could fall in love, and in the photograph of Draco in the album he had offered Harry: the dangerous one. Not because it promised anger, or danger if Draco was crossed. Instead, it was the smile that had convinced Harry there was something human as well as Veela here, and he reached out his hands.

            Draco took them and kissed them, and then turned towards the door of the house, tugging Harry with him, a wing around his waist. The feathers scraped against Harry’s skin, and he half-sighed and closed his eyes, letting the pleasure pour over him like honey this time.

            Once outside, Draco spent a moment scanning the Manor grounds, as if someone he didn’t want within the wards could have come here. Then he turned and held out his arms to Harry, drawing him closer with one hand and one wing.

            “You’ll let me carry you?” he whispered. “Higher than we’ve gone before, faster?”

            Harry hesitated only once. Draco had superhuman strength when he wanted to use it, of course, but that had mostly happened when they were still courting or Harry was in danger. This was a still, starlit Christmas Eve, a little snow on the ground, some high clouds in the sky, but overall not a time or place where Draco could imagine that Harry would be in danger.

            Well. It was possible for Draco to imagine that Harry was in danger at any time and in any place, of course. But this was less likely than some other times, at least.

            “If you want to,” he said, and stepped forwards until he was in the circle of the wings, in the cocoon of warmth, though it was hard to tell which warmth came from the feathers and which from Draco’s eyes.

            “I always want to,” Draco said, his eyes shining with starlight.

            They were so focused. Harry closed his eyes with an intense shiver that the cold had nothing to do with. It was still hard, sometimes, to remember that he was the focus of that passion, and that he always would be.

            “Then let’s fly,” Harry said, and kissed Draco’s throat, and leaned backwards as Draco snatched him and reeled up from the ground.

            The snow crunched beneath them, and then fell past them. And then they were aloft, winging, Draco’s pinions stretching out gloriously into the distant, jeweled blue-black, the diamonds of stars studding the sky above them.

            Not brighter than Draco’s wings. Not brighter than Draco’s eyes, or his strength, or his love.

            They wheeled round and round, and Harry clasped Draco’s sides with both arms and laughed aloud, and Draco’s breath was in his eyes and his hair. Draco stroked Harry’s face with long, gentle fingers, and kissed him when they reached the apex of their flight, hovering there, with complicated motions that no bird could have imitated, poised and hanging.

            “You look as though you were suspended on a thread from the top of the midnight,” Harry said, and then blushed a little. It didn’t happen often, but Draco’s allure did sometimes make him pop out with stupid poeticisms like that.

            Draco smiled back, and wrapped him more strongly with his arms as his wings beat, sending in gentleness and waves of warmth every time the wings came close to Harry. Harry shut his eyes and murmured, and Draco parted his legs with strong hands, letting his thigh slip in between Harry’s to rub against him.

            Harry accepted it with a toss of his head back, unable to worry about Draco dropping him even as the chances for that increased, and Draco said something so soft and pleased that Harry didn’t need to hear the actual words; the tone made him feel like he was being caressed.

            “I love you.”

            The light, the stars, the dark, the wings, the words, Draco’s eyes—

            Harry came with bright ease, gasping as white stars flared behind his eyelids, and heard Draco grunt and falter in his wingbeats for a moment as he came from Harry’s coming, and they spiraled a bit towards earth before Draco got control of himself and guided their descent into a gentle fall.

            They landed in the middle of the snow, and Draco kissed him behind the ear and cast a charm while Harry was still gathering himself. Harry thought it was a cleaning charm at first. But he didn’t feel noticeably cleaner, and finally he turned in curiosity, opening his eyes, to see what Draco had done.

            A glamour of silver hawks rose and darted and dipped above the snow, leaving lines of light behind them as they flew which only started to fade when they reached the beginning of the pattern once more. And the pattern they flew was of a Christmas tree.

            “Only the first of many gifts that I intend to give you, now we’re spending Christmas together,” Draco promised, his fingers curling into Harry’s hair.

            “Only the latest of many you’ve already given,” Harry said, and smiled at him.

            Then there was more furious kissing, and Draco’s wings wrapped around Harry, cutting him off from the world, but inside all the world he needed.

            The End.

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            SP777: Glad that you liked the story!

            And I do feel like it’s been a while since I did a vampire fic, but there was Business Meetings, only last year.
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