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The Malfoy Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Finally,” Draco breathed against Harry’s bared shoulder, “We’re finally alone.”
Harry shivered at the kiss Draco placed on his collarbone. “So, time for the bonding ritual?”
They were in the Prefect’s bathroom, and all students and faculty were to be out of the halls until morning, giving them the privacy to bathe and return to their rooms nude, as was custom for one’s wedding night.
Especially if there was to be a bonding, as well.
“Yes.” Draco whispered, sliding the dress off Harry’s body, letting it pool at his feet. The elves would get it clean and hang it in their wardrobe.
Harry helped Draco out of his tuxedo, dropping it piece by piece on the floor. His hands were clumsy and trembling, but Draco found that, paired with his blush and the way he was biting his lip, endearing. Harry was nervous, but he was sure in why he was doing this.
Draco stood proudly as Harry bared his body, glad that he had always been so particular about his appearance. They would be a stunning pair, and with their different attitudes, each one complimenting the other, they would be a force unto themselves.
Harry closed his eyes, melting as Draco’s warm, gentle hands splayed against the small of his back, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Time for the bath. We are supposed to wash each other, carefully, taking the time to memorize each other’s bodies.” He told Harry. “I’ll wash you first.”
Harry nodded, letting Draco get into the bath and help him in. “Thanks.” Harry said. “Um, do we have to say vows or something?” He asked.
Draco smiled. “No. A bonding is purely sex magic. It draws on the power generated when two resonating people make love with the intention of joining their souls to one another. It is irreversible, and will last even past death, leading us to each other in the next life.” He explained, drawing the sponge he had bought for this night across Harry’s shoulders, watching the cinnamon-scented bubbles run in rivulets down Harry’s back, making the air smell sweet and spicy.
Harry sighed, letting his head fall forward. “That’s really nice.” He breathed.
Draco chuckled and pressed a kiss to Harry’s shoulder, then recoiled in disgust. “Ugh, you taste like soap!” He exclaimed.
Harry laughed.
Draco sighed and continued washing Harry, pointedly ignoring the occasional chuckle from the dark-haired teen.
Once Harry was washed, Draco rinsed him—thoroughly—and pressed a kiss to his collarbone, since Harry was once again facing him. “Much better.” He said in relief.
Harry began giggling again.
Draco huffed and shoved the sponge and his body wash into Harry’s hands, turning around. “Shut up and wash me.” He said, failing to mask the amusement in his voice. “Once we get this done, we get to wander the halls of Hogwarts naked.” He said in an excited tone. “How often does one get that opportunity?”
Harry ran the sponge slowly over Draco’s body, listening to him count the places they could defile before they even reached the dungeons, and the dungeons were also full of their own hiding places; behind tapestries, invisible spaces in the walls, and all the hidden doors you could ever need. Harry was a bit shocked at Draco’s plan. “Draco, do you really think we can hit all those places tonight?” He asked skeptically.
Draco pouted. “Probably not. But we should definitely stop by Sev’s classroom and borrow his desk for some extracurricular activity.” He decided, smirking. “We’d never look at his desk the same way again.”
“Yeah, and he’d kill us if he ever found out.” Harry added.
“He wouldn’t. He likes me. I’m his godson. Besides that, I think he’s also beginning to like you. It’s strange, but these things do happen.” Draco pointed out.
Harry rolled his eyes, finishing Draco’s back. “Whatever. Turn around.”
Draco turned and licked his lips, staring hungrily at Harry. “Can’t you see how hot it’s got me? The thought of you, all spread out and begging for me, on top of my godfather’s desk? He’d never know. He’s not leaving his rooms tonight. Seeing me naked is one thing he wants to avoid.”
Harry sighed. “Draco.” He groaned.
“Please? I really want to. You’ll like it, I swear! We don’t have to have sex. I could give you a blow job. Would that work?” Draco asked hopefully.
Harry bit his lip. “A quick one.” He said hesitantly.
Draco smiled brightly. “Brilliant!”
Harry rinsed Draco, then took a few minutes to wrap his arms around the blonde, indulging in a few deep, languid kisses. He pulled away when his head began to spin and took a fortifying breath. “You certainly have a talented tongue.” He told Draco teasingly.
Draco smirked. “Just one of my many charms.” He replied smugly.
Harry laughed. “Okay, so now what?” He asked.
“Now we get to walk the halls naked, which is why they told everyone to stay in their dorms after eight PM. Some, of course, will not be there, but they will most likely be in the astronomy tower and in the room of requirement. They aren’t interested in seeing us and not many couples find the dungeons romantic.” Draco sneered the word, leading Harry out of the bathroom, hands entwined.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Do you suddenly have a problem with romance?” He asked. “When did this begin?”
Draco flushed. “I don’t have a problem with it, just with peoples’ ideas about what is romantic. Why should location matter more than actions or emotions? I mean, we’ve had plenty of romantic times in the dungeons.”
Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist. “Let’s not tell them. I like having something no one else has. The dungeons are for the Slytherins alone.” He whispered, taking Draco’s earlobe between his teeth and tugging on it gently.
Draco gasped, eyes closing in pleasure. “Not here. Let’s get to Sev’s classroom.” He whispered conspiratorially, tugging on Harry’s hand impatiently.
Harry smiled, walking quickly to keep up with Draco. Having the blonde in front of him was nice, though. Harry was able to watch his milky-white arse bounce with every step Draco took. The blonde was strangely effervescent tonight. Harry noticed that Draco’s hair was drying slightly, and the outer strands were beginning to float about his head, and his heart melted. He loved that one imperfection, letting him know that even Draco had his flaws.
Unfortunately, Draco quickly noticed what his hair was up to and stopped to use a quick charm. His hair fell straight, looking as though he had just combed it.
Harry’s eyes widened. “You look like your father when you do that.” He said in shock.
Draco frowned. “I know. Father always casts the charm while his hair is wet, which is why I don’t do it often, but I’m not going to wander around with my hair like that.”
“No one’s going to see us, you said.” Harry pointed out. “And I like it that way. It’s cute.”
Draco sighed and continued walking. “I told you already, Malfoys don’t do cute.” He grumbled.
Harry just shrugged. “Whatever. I think you’re very cute.” He said.
Draco cast a quick spell at the classroom door, smirking when it flared gold briefly, before the light faded again. “Sev, you know I can break that one. It’s practically an invitation.” He murmured, then muttered a string of words under his breath, tracing an intricate pattern over the door.
There was a hissing sound, and Draco let out a satisfied breath. “There. Come on.” He whispered, pulling Harry into the room and pulling the door shut behind them. He smirked.
Harry sighed and headed for Severus’ empty desk. He sat atop it, gingerly.
Draco rolled his eyes and pushed Harry onto his back. “Calm down. He won’t find us.” He reassured Harry, lowering his mouth to the brunet’s cock and taking it into his mouth.
Harry moaned, his fingers finding Draco’s silky hair and combing through the locks as he moaned softly, his hips rising slightly in response to the stimulation.
Draco chuckled, and Harry cried out, arching. The blond gagged, backing off for a moment to draw a steadying breath, then went back to work. He sucked gently, his tongue massaging the vein along the underside of Harry’s cock on the way up, then swirling around the head, before he took Harry all the way into his throat, then swallowed.
Harry’s hands fisted in his hair and he pulled.
“Ow, fuck, Harry!” Draco snapped, raising his head and glaring at the other teen.
Harry blushed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry?” He offered. “I was going to come if you did that again, so I panicked.” He explained.
Draco sighed. “Just try not to make that a habit, alright?”
Harry nodded, and Draco helped him stand again, letting them out of the room before he reset the wards and led Harry to his room. “Ready?” He asked.
Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”
*****
Draco led Harry to the bed. He pulled two strips of silk from under his pillow.
“What-“
“Blindfolds.” Draco answered simply. “We’re not allowed to look with our eyes. We need to do this by touch and sound alone.” He elaborated.
Harry licked his lips in anticipation as Draco tied the blindfold around his eyes, then he heard Draco muttering as he tied his own blindfold, not trusting Harry to spare his hair.
Harry snorted, jumping when Draco grabbed his hand without warning and pushed him onto the bed.
“Wha-“
“I’m on top.” Draco said shortly. “Since I am not pregnant. The magic will see you as the female partner, so for this to work, you have to bottom.” He said nervously. He bit his lip when Harry didn’t respond. “Is that okay?”
Harry sighed. “This is so embarrassing.” He joked. “I’m a pregnant man.”
Draco smiled in relief. “Well, it’s my baby too, and I am so happy that we have created this miracle.”
Harry moaned as Draco’s mouth unerringly found his nipple. He felt a maelstrom of magic begin brewing, and let it carry him away. He felt his hands move themselves, settling on Draco’s shoulders and moving downward, fingers rubbing over Draco’s nipples as the blonde stimulated his in turn.
Draco groaned and took Harry’s hand, kissing it and placing it on his lower back. “Just hold onto me, Love.” He whispered.
Harry nodded, knowing Draco couldn’t see him, but hoping he would sense it somehow.
Draco pressed three fingers against Harry’s opening and whispered a lubrication charm. All three slipped in with little resistance.
Harry whimpered, feeling Draco’s fingers filling him nicely.
Draco smirked, leaning down to push his fingers in further. “Relax for me, Love. I’m going in soon.” He promised. “Just hold on.”
Harry moaned softly as Draco carefully stretched him, brushing against his prostate. Harry was sure the movements were not accidental. “Draco, please!” He cried out, tightening himself down on the fingers currently buried within him.
Draco leaned down and ran his tongue slowly along the shell of Harry’s ear, chuckling when Harry shivered. “Ah, I’ll have to remember that spot.” He decided.
Harry threw his head back, groaning as Draco continued to stretch him, ignoring the plea that Harry had given him. Harry was about to scream when Draco’s mouth descended onto his pulse point, sucking hard.
Instead of screaming, Harry almost swallowed his tongue. “Guh.” Was the most dignified response he could give to that.
Draco chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out and casting one more lubrication charm on himself, he once more found Harry’s entrance with his fingers, then positioned himself.
He grabbed Harry’s hands and pinned them on either side of his head, lacing their fingers together and pushing forward slightly, barely opening Harry’s entrance, letting the dark-haired teen feel it, but not entering yet.
Harry bit his lip, hissing in a long breath, and arched his back. “Draco, fucking fuck me already!” He shouted.
Draco paused at that, then began chuckling when Pansy’s voice came through the walls.
“SILENCING CHARM!” She screamed.
Harry grabbed the closest wand—Draco’s—and cast a quick charm, then reached for where he thought Draco’s hair would be. He made contact—and yanked. “Get. This.” He hissed, grabbing onto Draco’s cock hard enough to make the teen curse. “Inside. Me. Now!” He shouted, letting go of Draco abruptly and relaxing.
Draco took a deep breath, trying to ease his aching hard-on, then slid inside Harry in one fluid motion, making him cry out in pained pleasure as he grabbed hold of Draco’s shoulders. Draco smirked. “Hold on, Love.” He whispered. “The real fun starts now.”
Harry gasped several times in quick succession as Draco picked up a quick rhythm with his thrusting, setting a punishing pace and expecting Harry to be up for the ride. Luckily, the brunet was willing to give as well as he was getting, pushing back against Draco’s thrusts with equal fervor.
“Harry, you need to listen to these next words very carefully, and as soon as I finish speaking, you need to initiate a kiss to seal the bonding.” Draco panted, never breaking rhythm with his thrusting.
“Okay.” Harry replied, breathing raggedly as well.
Draco spoke the words that had been rolling around in his mind ever since he had discovered that he and Harry resonated. “Our souls ring with but one note, both sounding in perfect harmony. We are one whole, you and I, and I vow to find you in the next life, and each lifetime thereafter, for all eternity. To find you again, I leave with you the mark of my love and devotion, and the proof that we are Bound.”
As soon as Harry heard the word Bound, he wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders and sealed his mouth over the blonde’s, tongues twining and dueling fiercely as they clung to one another, riding out their passion.
Both of them climaxed as one, then felt an intense wave of heat travel their bodies.
Draco smiled sleepily as Harry blinked.
“What was that?” Harry asked tiredly.
“Our marks. We’ll find them tomorrow morning. For now, let’s sleep.” He said, pulling off his blindfold, then Harry’s.
Harry nodded, his eyes already closing. “’Kay.” He whispered as sleep claimed him.
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