Fic Repost: Mate H/D NC17 Part 2/2.
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ladyvaderSecond and final part of 'Mate' reposted.
Title: Mate: Part 2/2.
Disclaimer: I do not sadly own ANY of the following characters! So basically... JKR= Literary Goddess. Me = Obsessed Fanfic writer. So don't sue me unless you want possession of my student loan repayments.
Rating: Well look boys and girls... it's NC-17, you know the drill.
Pairing: DM/HP
Summary: My own twist on the 'Draco's a Veela' cliché. Draco's a Veela and does NOT want Harry... or does he?
Dedication: For my good and really very new friend Katie of Gryffindor who had the gall to go and grow to the ripe old age of 21. Don't you dare get mature on me Katie or I'll be forced to set your own Fluffy Squadron on you!
Warnings: Get back people! It's slash!!! *gasp of horror* Fleeeeeeee lil' homophobes! Fleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! Oh, and it's dreadfully sappy and angsty here & there.
Mate:Part1
Mate: Part 2 of 2.
"Get your 'fucking' hands off 'my' MATE!"
Had those words really torn from his throat like that, Draco wondered as his hand shot out, the long table lifting and crashing back against the ground, walls shaking and flames burning bright white around him as he leapt over the table to lift Justin by his throat. "Do not EVER touch my mate again, he does 'not' like it ... 'I' do not like it and if I ever catch you touching him like that again I'll...."
"Mr. Malfoy." A gentle yet powerful spell withdrew Justin from Draco's rage filled grasp and he spun to see who had removed his prey. Dumbledore smiled gently. "Mr. Malfoy, if you would be so good as to see to these candles?" The headmaster gestured to the searing white lights around the hall and as Draco's temper ebbed in confusion, his blood beating slower once more, the flames flickered and died away.
Draco opened his mouth to apologise to the headmaster when a flame lit inside him, blazing through his chest and back, causing him to cry out, but not, as he expected, in pain.
"Potter!" he wailed urgently, body crumbling, demanding the presence of the one it needed. "Harry!"
Harry had been watching dumbstruck as Draco shook Justin in the air, snarling, feral, and so beautiful it was beyond Harry's words to explain it. Had he really called him his mate? It couldn't be so; Draco himself had told Harry he wasn't the one. It couldn't be him. It couldn't.
"Harry!" The cry rent the air and Harry watched aghast as Draco crumpled to the floor. He shot forward clasping him around the torso, trying to pull him upright. Draco twisted, whimpering in Harry's grasp, hauling himself to his feet to turn Harry's head towards him, crushing his mouth with his own.
'No,' Draco moaned inside his head as the white lights dimmed behind his eyes, the pain receding somewhat. 'No not Potter, anyone but Potter! This is so wrong...' He tore his mouth from Harry's muttering fiercely, "No, wrong, this is so wrong, not you, oh god not you."
Harry had been in ecstasy, Draco was holding him, kissing him uncaring of all their onlookers and suddenly he pulled that world of perfection far, far away. "No," he murmured a breath away from Harry's mouth, "this is wrong...not you, oh god not you..." Harry pulled back, trembling and appalled.
"I, I'm sorry," he stammered, voice breaking as the now easy tears sprang to his eyes, stepping further away from the blond and farther into his grief, "I thought you said, I thought... I'm sorry..." Tears spilled over, crystalline drops against the pale skin as Draco's heart beat angrily against his lungs, tearing the breath from him with every beat.
"No...." he moaned deeply and broken, unaware now of their audience, "Don't cry..." He gathered Harry back into his arms, feverishly kissing at his face, "oh god I love you, don't cry, I love you, don't cry, please, please...don't..." He covered Harry's mouth with his, still speaking unintelligibly into the kiss with Harry making soft noises of answer back here and there, wrapping his arms tightly around the Veela.
Draco's head shot back suddenly, a fist of pain thrust roughly through his abdomen and he shrieked in agony, pulling away from Harry, making it worse with the distance from his mate. Harry yelled in horror as he watched sweat break out across Draco's body, running in thick streams down his face and neck before he'd had time to do more than gape. He hauled Malfoy to his feet, gasping as his love's skin burnt him where he touched it. "C'mon," he panted, "Got to get you to the infirmary."
"No!" Draco ground out, pulling Harry with him as he tried to run from the Great Hall, "Have to go, must go now... please... now." Dumbledore nodded gravely at Harry, who found himself almost dragged through the doors, passing a bewildered and concerned, but happy looking Ron and Hermione en route.
Draco began to rush them both through the corridors, but paused, leaning dizzily against Harry, as the large, dark walls seem to spiral inwards to engulf them both. "Harry," he whimpered, almost in tears from the pain and need in him, "help me, please."
Harry looked at the way Draco seemed to shrink from the imposing corridor before them and quickly coming to a decision, spun them both around and half-dragged, half-carried Draco with him. Bursting through the doors to the entrance hall and into the sunlight beyond the halls within, he ran with Draco as far from the large structure as they could get, Draco's breaths coming in deep, rasping heaves as they struggled onwards. "Harry," he wheezed, skin scalding him from the inside out.
Harry brought them to a halt on a smooth slope near the lake; a few trees grew there surrounded by thick long, lush green grass. "Is here ok, Draco? Do you want to stop? Tell me, Draco, what do you want? What can I do?" he questioned anxiously, wiping away the sweat that blinded his love's eyes.
Draco spun and pushed him down into the soft grass. "Need you," he panted, "just you."
He tore Harry's robes and shirt from his body with such ease they might have been paper and Harry marvelled briefly at Draco's newfound strength before hissing in pain as Draco pressed his newly exposed chest against Harry's, the heat burning them both. "Need you now," Draco moaned, sweat rolling from his brow in waves as he struggled with his trousers, "please, need you, Harry."
Understanding suddenly, Harry quickly loosened his own trousers, shimmying them down as he flushed from the heat of Draco's body against his own as well as from the embarrassment of having to rush through his first time with Malfoy. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint him, wrapping his legs about Draco's, his mate finally managing to free his trousers from his sweat-slicked limbs.
"Oh gods, Harry..." Draco moaned crushing Harry's mouth, "... love you so." And then he thrust in hard, tearing Harry in the process, pain rolling through them both, Harry's cry of agony swallowed by Draco's gasp as pain tore through him as he exploded within Harry on the first thrust.
Their joint cries echoing on the still morning air, they lay shaking in each other's arms, Draco still sprawled over the pale Gryffindor. Draco's sweating stopped, suddenly he could see straight and he found the pounding of his heart had lessened to the point where he could breathe in without agony. Even the terrible stab of pain that had engulfed him upon entering Harry had lessened, though it still burned somewhat, lingering deep in the pit of his belly. He felt a hand smooth his sticky, sodden hair and a soft, quavering voice murmured, "Are you ok now?"
Draco stiffened, hearing again Harry's cry of pain and buried his head in shame against his lover's chest. "No," he muttered, lifting his hands from where they had been pressed hard into the grass either side of Harry's head, "no, I'm not."
He looked into Harry's white face and felt a roll of deep nausea undulating in his gut. "I hurt you," he whispered brokenly and quietly despised himself when Harry smiled at him. "It's ok, Draco, you were in pain, it's not your fault and besides everyone's first time's painful right?"
Draco waited for the voice in him that was revolted by the idea of being with Potter to join in the other voices berating him, but it never came. "S'funny," he murmured disbelievingly, "I should be appalled that I'm here with you, should be disgusted, but I'm not. I should feel worse that I hurt you and even though I feel so awful all I can think of is that no-ones ever touched you before me and...." he trailed off blushing suddenly, an odd gleam in his eyes. "Nobody else ever will," he stated firmly.
He shifted and Harry winced. He couldn't tell him how greatly he hurt, not after seeing the agony he had been in and although inside him he was rejoicing that he'd been Draco's mate all along, he couldn't quite suppress the pang when Draco spoke of his surprise at his lack of disgust. Draco noticed the wince when he moved slightly and narrowed his eyes. "Am I still hurting you?"
Harry made no answer, so sure he'd pull away if he told him how it burnt and stung within him and Draco shivered. "I am," he whispered, running a hand between them, down over Harry's abdomen and the Gryffindor gasped. Warmth was spreading through his body, tickling his sore insides with gentle, light fingers until all was soothed and repaired. Malfoy stared in wonder as he watched the white light spread from his fingers over Harry's belly and groin. He could actually feel the healing, soothing pressure of his touch upon himself and a spark ran through him as he shifted again and Harry moaned softly as his body expanded to further accept his still hard length.
"I love you," he whispered, unaware that he was speaking, "it's mad and it's wrong, but I do, I love you." He waited for the same joy he felt to show itself upon his mate's face, but all he saw was a quiet sadness. Then it struck him, Harry probably only loved him because of his Veela attractions, now that he'd mated they had probably lessened, he could go another 5 weeks at least before that power would be restored to him. "It's ok," he murmured, "I know you don't really love me, the Veela charms can make you think you do, but..."
"I do love you," Harry inserted, chin jutting defiantly as he looked up into Malfoy's eyes, "I've loved you for ages."
Malfoy sighed, trying to ignore the trembling that started within him as his suspicions seemed confirmed. "My powers have been active for a little over a year, Harry," he said softly, "I just didn't know it."
Harry's face lit up in triumph. "A little over a year? I've loved you longer than that."
"What? When? I..."
Harry grinned further, squirming slightly when he felt Draco shift slightly, his cock pressing deeper within him as he spoke. "I've loved you since the Christmas before last," he crowed softly, loving the wet, grateful sheen that coated Draco's eyes at this.
"Why?" whispered the blond huskily and Harry smoothed the sweat drenched hair from his brow.
"I was out on the roof of the Owlery... just after Christmas, wearing my invisibility cloak and you were there. I saw you tilt your head back to catch snowflakes on your tongue." Harry's eyes fogged over at the memory, still captivated by the mental picture of the proud blond, laughing in delight, face tilted to the sky. " I think that was the only time I ever saw you truly happy and I knew I wanted to see you look like that forever. I knew I loved you then."
He blushed and Draco dipped his head to brush Harry's lips with his own. "I'm truly happy now," he whispered throatily, moving his hips in a wide circle stroking all the walls of Harry's insides and eliciting a gasp from the brunet as he nudged his prostate.
"You can't ever leave me you know," he murmured conversationally as he slid slowly out of Harry, pausing with the very tip of his erection at Harry's entrance, "I'll die without you."
Harry's mouth quirked, "Lucky for me then that you've no choice in your mate ... I was already dying without you." His eyes dimmed a touch and the smile wavered, "You'd have to send me away... to be honest, I'm still not entirely sure you won't."
Draco pulled himself upright, ignoring the slight whimper of protest from his mate as their bodies separated fully. "And just what do you mean by that?" he asked hotly, silver eyes flaring in the early morning sunlight. Harry blinked, body still mourning the loss of Malfoy's weight upon it.
"Sorry?" he murmured, looking beseechingly at his blond lover who sighed heavily.
"Why, for Raistlin's sake, would I 'ever' want to send you away, Potter? Didn't I just say it'd kill me if you left me?"
"I won't leave you," Harry reaffirmed, voice soothing as he lifted a hand to smooth some lingering beads of moisture from Draco's collarbone, "But you'll only need me roughly once every six weeks or so... you don't love me, I know that because you told me so yourself, you only want me for my heritage."
Draco, whose expression had growing steadily more incredulous during the little speech, snorted, "What heritage?"
Harry squinted in confusion, he was certain the Slytherin must have discovered it by now. Why else would he have been interested after their encounter the previous week? "My lineage... You know... surely you must know by now?" Draco shrugged carelessly, elegant even in confusion.
"Nope," he mumbled, dropping his head once more to kiss teasing soft trails along Harry's stomach, pausing to nuzzle affectionately at his navel, skimming his tongue past it and murmuring thickly, "Don't care either."
Harry gasped, hips bucking just a little at Draco's gentle ministrations, a low hum starting in his blood, vibrating through him to arrow downwards to his cock. "B... but surely you heard about... about Voldemort... his powers?"
The Veela sighed impatiently, lifting his head to look mockingly into his flustered mate's eyes. "Yes darling, I'm all ears... what 'about' the Dark Lord's powers?"
Harry crimsoned at the endearment, feeling like his old daring self as he realised that the Slytherin truly was unaware of his origins. "Well, " he began, purring slightly as he arched upwards, trailing calloused fingertips down Draco's throat and across his chest. "Y'see, Voldie was apparently in something of a sharing mood the night he murdered my family and attempted to kill me,"
Draco's skin burnt white hot once more and Harry stilled, looking at his mate in concern. "I'm ok," Draco uttered darkly, picturing himself tearing the spine from a screaming Dark Lord before presenting it to Harry on a silver platter, rage thudding in the base of his skull as he let Harry's quick fingers stroke contentment back into him. He gasped lightly as the Gryffindor's blunt nails scratched over a smooth pink nipple, lifting it into new awareness as his eyes flickered shut. "Go on," he said hoarsely and neither boy knew whether he meant the action or the conversation, but Harry continued both just the same.
"When he cursed me that night, he didn't only fail to kill me, but he passed on to me a few of his own powers, which is why I'm a Parselmouth." Draco shuddered, laying his body back against Harry's, his head pillowed on the Gryffindor's sleek abdomen, wrapping his arms tightly about him as he ignored the quick tears that sprang to his eyes at the mention of his near demise. Harry lifted one hand to rub calming circles over the hot silk of Draco's back, the other passing repeatedly through his hair, threading through the white silver strands with careful fingers. "Obviously he never meant to do that, in fact if I had merely lived, untouched by his powers, he might have been content to see me live, but by adding to my power with his, he made me an even bigger threat to him than I was before."
"You were a threat even as a baby?" Draco muttered, kissing the pale bronze belly of his lover, amused to hear the hitch it caused in Harry's breath as he nuzzled his bellybutton once again, dipping his tongue inside to taste the captured drops of sweat within.
"Yessssssss," Harry affirmed, arching up, digging his heels into the earth and nudging Draco's stomach with the tip of his newly hard prick.
Draco chuckled low in his throat, lifting an eyebrow at the wide, dilating eyes now fixed upon the actions of his mouth. "Mmmm, was that Parseltongue, Harry?" he mocked, moving up Harry's body to trace his tongue around the outer shell-like whorls of his ear. "Talk to me in Parseltongue, my love?" he begged quietly, shivering as Harry's throbbing cock pressed further against his as Harry crushed himself against him in wild abandon.
Harry's head was spinning madly, the earth beneath seemed to rock backwards each time he so much as breathed and the delicious sensation of Draco's tongue upon his body was driving him quite mad with need. He could feel the hot, slick, shaft pressing firm against him now and this time Harry felt no fear or embarrassment, merely the overwhelming need for his mate to claim him once more. Clearing his mind as best he could, he turned to whisper hotly in Parseltongue against his lover's skin, adding an extra hiss of pleasure as the sound sent tremors through the taller body above him.
"What... what... did you say?" The words tumbled thickly from Draco's lips, clinging longer than they should and slurring them to partial moans of need.
"I said," Harry panted, bucking helplessly against the blond, hands pressing uselessly at his back as he tried to pull him closer still, " I said that I love the way your mouth feels on my skin and..." he hissed again, eliciting another tremble in the birthday boy, "and that I want you inside me."
Malfoy's head shot downwards with a harsh cry at Harry's words, claiming his lips and pushing his tongue deeply into his mouth to steal his breath and heart. "No..." he muttered roughly, tearing his lips away again, panting as he placed quick, searing kisses across the whimpering brunet's face. "Not yet... not yet."
Hauling his weight back from Harry with all the willpower he possessed at the smaller boy's cry of loss, he leant forward to swiftly nip hard at the rigid, pale brown nipples that taunted him from their home atop Harry's gleaming chest. He suckled hungrily at the pebbled tip for a second, relishing the high cry Harry made, lavishing the same attention briefly on the other hardened nub before continuing downwards.
After pausing to nuzzle momentarily at the shallow indent of Harry's navel once more, Draco shot a wicked grin up at his red and panting lover before deliberately leaning in slowly, eyes locked with his mates as he carefully, almost reverently stretched out his tongue tip to lap daintily at the weeping tip of Harry's prick. Air whooshed in, whistling between Harry's teeth as he seized handfuls of the grass, trying to anchor his fists and hips to stop him from grabbing Malfoy's head and driving deep into that warm, waiting mouth.
Malfoy paused, amusement lighting the dark, desire-filled depths of his eyes as he watched Harry straining against the ground, thigh muscles clenched to keep his hips from bucking. "Do it," he whispered, surprising himself as much as Harry, placing quick kisses along the shaft before swiping none too gently at the tip, "You know you want to... so 'do' it." He trailed his tongue tip over the head, letting his mouth fall a little wider than it would have been, were he not aching for Harry to give in.
"Draco," sobbed the Boy Who Lived, unsure even as he looked deeply into his lover's eyes, trembling as he then closed his lips around the dripping head. "Please," he muttered, parting his mouth, now wet with Harry's pre-cum, "Please."
With a strangled roar of capitulation and lust, Harry seized Draco's fine silver hair, pulling the silk strands tightly into his grasp. He whimpered at Draco's appreciative hiss as he thrust deep into the Slytherin's waiting throat, Draco swallowing him before he'd even had time to thrash against the onslaught of sensations caused by his lover's tight lips clenched around the base of his cock.
Malfoy opened his throat as much as he could, barely gagging around the pulsating heat of Harry's length, his mind spinning in confusion. His father had made sure his son knew how best to be a Malfoy and one of the cardinal rules was that, even if you fucked a man, it was ok just so long as 'you' fucked 'them' and you never, ever went down on them. 'But... What if I wanted to, father?' a sadly naïve fifteen year old Draco had once asked. It had taken him days to be able to walk again after that beating and as Tilly, his old nurse elf, had seen to his wounds she soothed him, patting him on the back and assuring young Master Draco that it wasn't nice to do anyway and tasted simply dreadful. He had never asked how she knew, frightened of the answer he would receive.
And now he found his hands clenching in the grass, moaning loudly as Harry's cock slid rapidly in and out of his mouth, resisting the urge to bite down every time Harry withdrew, just to keep him inside him a while longer. 'If I like this so much' he wondered, somehow lost in thought despite the sounds of Harry's delirium nearing its peak, unaware of even his steadily increasing rumbles, purring as his hands caressed every inch of skin they could, tattooing Harry's body with their heat. 'If I like this then surely I'd like it just as much were Harry to be inside me, were he to fuck me?'
An image blazed across his brain, a perfect picture of him thrashing beneath the Gryffindor, arms and legs flung tightly about him, their bodies entwined, heaving and moaning in harmony, Harry slowly thrusting in and out of Draco's eager body....
With a low cry of need Draco began frantically bobbing his head up and down Harry's length, trying to swallow him whole, his nose pressed tight with every plunge downwards into the soft curls trailing softly down from Harry's belly to cluster about his cock.
Harry watched from a detached place within, as Draco's mewls of enjoyment drove him steadily closer to the brink. His hips trembled, hovering in space for a moment as he felt something burst within him, a filibuster firework in his gut. Draco looked up at Harry, whining gently at the sudden stilling of his hips and watched sweat beading itself over Harry's upper lip. The brunet's jaw fell open to whimper in stunned tones, "Draco, I think I'm going to..." His breath caught, strangled by the loud scream of pleasure that accompanied the wild bucking of his hips and the tightened fingers in the silver silk strands as Harry Potter came both loudly and violently down Draco Malfoy's throat, calling his name in rapture as he fell into the waiting darkness.
The Veela drank deeply, revelling in the bitter taste as it literally poured itself down his throat and he quivered as his own need verged on the edge of ecstasy, receding slowly as the body beneath his slumped, trembling and raised his head, licking his lips with satisfaction as he surveyed his mate.
"Good?" he rasped, intending to purr it sexily, but unaware that giving head generally equalled full, rosy lips and a voice that almost screamed 'I've just had your cock down my throat.' Worried that Harry might have missed that fantastic fact, Draco leant over the exhausted, flushed wizard and crooned softly against his mouth, "I've just had your cock down my throat... and I 'liked' it."
Harry shook with exhaustion and desire, reaching up with one outstretched finger to capture one tiny lost drop of his own seed upon his finger. "Missed some," he told the sultry and triumphal Slytherin before giving in to the mischief surging through him and popping the finger into his mouth, sliding it slowly back and forth between his own pink lips, grinning wickedly at the blond's expression.
"Mmmm," he purred, arching against Draco's still rock hard cock, "S'not bad." With a distinctly animal cry, Draco wrenched Harry's hand from his mouth, filling it with his tongue and teeth instead, lapping and nipping at his tongue, jealous that even his mate had tasted what was his.
He drew back, panting harshly, evading Malfoy's urgent seeking lips as they traversed his face, licking at the droplets of sweat across his brow and lip. He had never felt so tired, his body juddered with his every breath, but he ached for Draco, longed for his full possession and did not intend to fall to oblivion until he had been fully conquered.
"More," he croaked, catching the silver gaze with his own determined green and lifting his trembling legs to lock his feet behind Draco's knees. Draco's smile was feral as he pushed his face in close to Harry's to press their noses together.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you, baby?" Draco mocked gently, laving the pouting red lips before his, "You already had the last drop and that you stole from me."
Harry chuckled softly, colouring as he considered his actions before shaking his head at his lover, wrapping his arms tightly about his shoulders. " No, Draco," he murmured, pulling the ice blond further down upon him, " I want more of 'you'. Now... Before it hurts you again."
Draco struggled slightly in Harry's embrace, " No. I, I hurt you... I will not. I won't."
Harry moved an arm down to tweak at the Veela's nipples, drawing hisses from between his mates clenched teeth. "You weren't hurting me earlier, after you healed me... you felt so good inside me, as I recall, you did something fantastic with your hips, like this," he ground his pelvis in a circle against Malfoy's groin, delighting at the rasping moan it summoned, "And then we got off course arguing about how I couldn't love you, you couldn't love me, blah... blah..."
Malfoy looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I 'do' love you," he whispered, liking but fearing how good it felt to say it. Harry nodded impatiently, not quite hiding the spark of pain in his eyes "Yes, yes because of my blood, I know... now could you 'please' fuck me?"
"That's the second time you've said something like that, Potter," Draco snarled, "And I'm not sure I care for it much, so if you wouldn't mind explaining it so that we might both understand why you don't believe I love you...?"
"I never said you didn't love me, just that you only love me because of my blood which, because you never knew about my lineage, you only sensed today which is why you didn't love me like this last week when I offered myself to you."
Draco was consumed with shame and self-loathing '...when I offered myself to you'... what if Harry had slipped way from him... how could he have turned him away? "How does Voldemort transferring a few of his powers to you connect with my loving you?" he spat, furious with himself.
Harry smirked slightly, trying to ignore the anger in Draco's eyes. "Voldemort only transferred his powers to me because he was trying to kill me...but he was only trying to kill me to start with because I'm the heir of Godric Gryffindor."
Draco's jaw dropped and Harry chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's just what I did when Dumbledore told me. But by giving me his powers by accident, he gifted me the powers of Slytherin so that I actually now possess the powers of two of the founders... you can imagine why he hates me so much."
The Slytherin Veela tried to ignore the rising tide of fury that rose in him at the very mention of the dark lord trying to hurt his Harry. "So, you think I love you because of your ancestry?"
Potter nodded, "Yup, my mother may have been muggle born, but technically my magic is actually purer than most in the school and 'that's' why you love me."
Draco could still feel the anger simmering in the pit of his belly, "Potter, how powerful are you then?"
Harry felt a vague smugness, "Oh, I'm really very powerful, I just don't know how to use it yet, but Dumbledore says I'll learn in time."
"So you're 'not' as powerful as Dumbledore then?"
"No."
"The same Dumbledore I've been around every day for the last six years at least, the really super powerful, very brave, intelligent wizard with more power than the entire ministry put together, 'that' Dumbledore?"
"Ummm...."
"The rule breaker, the guy who you run to in a crisis, the all around goody two shoes who's supposed to make guys like me sick, that one?"
"Now you sound like you're describing me."
"Exactly."
"What?" Harry shook his head in consternation, lost as to where Malfoy was taking this little point of his. Draco sighed, loving the little crinkle between Harry's eyebrows as he stared at him in total bemusement.
"You think I don't truly love you because I hate that you're Dumbledore's pet Gryffindor, the goody-goody, politically correct hero of the wizarding world and that I'm only drawn to you now because my Veela heritage sought out your superior power?"
"Ummm...yes?"
"So I chose you, despite all your faults, because of your powers, even though technically I could have had Dumbledore for exactly the same traits and a hell of a lot more power than you, correct?"
"I uhh ummm..." God Harry looks so adorable when he's baffled, Draco thought, a smile lighting up his face before he lowered it to kiss Harry's frown away.
"Why do I need you, Harry?" he muttered against the rose silk of Harry's lips.
"Because I'm your mate," whispered back the Gryffindor, over-forming his words so that his mouth could better cling to his lover's.
"Nope," the blond grinned, "you're my mate 'because' I need you... so... why do I need you?"
Harry shook his head, eyes brilliant green in their mute distress. "Why?" he whispered, more afraid than he'd ever known to hear the answer. Draco smiled, lips closed so that it was nothing more than the gentle curving of his lips and Harry had never seen him look more natural. "I need you, dumb-ass, because I love you. Do you see?"
Another shake of the raven head as tears spilled over the verdant depths and Draco gathered him close to speak directly against his temple. "All these years here together, each day a new way to hurt you, to humiliate you and those you chose to be with, all this time and I've never known rage as I felt it the day you refused my hand ...until this morning when I saw that Hufflepuff pawing you. All this time and I've never felt such clear, contrasting happiness as that first day when I caught you staring at me in Madam Malkins, this funny little scarecrow child gazing at me and I wanted you then. Not like I wanted you now, but I yearned for you, after you left the shop I went to my mother to beg her to find you for me, the little boy with the black silk hair and big eyes. I cried all the way home."
Harry trembled against him and Draco pressed his face further into the hair he'd so desired once, muffling his voice slightly, just enough to cover the hint of tears that lingered there. "And then I hated you. I hated you a long time, till last week it seems, and kissing you was a revelation, it hurt to let you go and yet I forced you from me, hating you even more for the confusion and that same bright light I felt inside me that first day. I didn't really think about it, I just kept hating you, enjoying the fact you wanted to be with me and then when I walked in this morning I knew I 'had' to be with you, I should have 'always' been with you...." He sighed thoughtfully, " I think that's why it hurt so much to look at you this morning, so much suppressed longing... I thought I was going to die." He lifted his head to match stormy silver eyes to tear drenched green. "But you know something, Harry?" he whispered, "I'm not sure I ever hated you at all." And he kissed him.
Several breathless moments passed and when Draco lifted his head once more both sets of tears had dried. "So you're saying," Harry gasped for air whilst smiling brilliantly at his mate, "That you hated me this long because you couldn't love me or because I didn't love you?"
Draco cocked his head, considering. "Both. If I hadn't been Veela I probably would have clung to my hatred all my life, but, because I am, it forced me to recognise that I hated you because I love you and because you didn't love me."
"But... I love you now?" Harry offered, squirming at the thought of that horrid little boy, who'd reminded him so much of Dudley, having harboured such a hatred for him all these years out of love when he'd been complaining because he'd gone a year unrequited. Draco smiled, his beautiful face flushed with love and desire.
"I know," he purred.
Harry grinned up at him. "It's just as well, really, that we left it this long," he giggled at Draco's raised eyebrow, "After all, if we'd been dating all those times Voldemort tried to kill me..." He widened his eyes fractionally, "Talk about your conflict of interests!" His laughter died down suddenly. "What will your father do when he hears?" he whispered and Draco sneered, arrogance reasserting itself.
"If he knows what's good for him he'll tell us everything he knows and wait for us to kill Voldemort... not to mention write you a 'long' apology letter."
Harry's eyebrow quirked. "We're going to kill Voldemort?" he asked in amusement.
"Nope, I am... then I'm going to give you his spine... maybe his head, too... on a silver platter. I had it all figured out earlier."
Harry looked vaguely green, but pulled Malfoy's head down for another kiss. "How sweet," he murmured, "And disgusting."
Draco chuckled, "Squeamish for a Gryffindor, aren't we? Besides, nobody tries to kill my baby and gets away with it."
"Baby?"
"Baby."
Harry grinned, blushing. "Kay then... does that mean you get a pet name, too?"
"Yup, I was thinking of 'The most gorgeous man in existence', what do you think? Has a nice ring to it, I thought."
"Yeah, but I think that's Lockhart's old nickname," they both shuddered, "Besides, I kind of like 'Hey, I love you, fuck me already.' Now 'that' has a good ring to it."
Draco tilted his head to look ponderously at his mate. "Hmmm, I'm not sure," he murmured, "better try saying it... see how it fits into a real conversation."
Harry grinned. " Hey," he said softly.
"Hey." Draco smiled back, looking deeply into Harry's heavy lidded gaze.
"I love you."
Shivers travelled the length of Draco's spine at the words, like frosted twigs scraped across a xylophone as all his hair rose up, eyes darkening in need. "And I love you," he rasped.
Harry lifted his head until his lips were a hair's breadth from Draco's, dilated emerald fixed onto dilated silver. "Fuck me already," he demanded quietly and a groan was torn from deep within Draco as he crushed their mouths together once more, fists clenching in each other's hair.
Swiftly drowning in each other kiss, they both whimpered as Harry's renewed erection jutted out to press eagerly against Draco's own dripping cock, the blond quickly thrusting back to increase the friction. Harry groaned, a deep guttural sound, as he felt sparks soaring through his blood at Draco's touch. He quickly tugged at his mate's tongue with his lips, seizing the writhing muscle and pulling it into the moist recesses of his mouth, gently slipping his lips back and forth around it in a gentle imitation of his lover's previous actions.
The Veela hunched over his mate, pressing all of him as close as he could get without breaking the surface of their skin, fussing hungrily into Harry's mouth as he trailed one hand down his lover's body to grip possessively around the shaft. "Need to touch you," he slurred, eyes slightly unfocused as he felt the hot, white need burning low in his stomach again. Harry moaned, bucking into the Slytherin's smooth clasp, murmuring in distress as the hand released him, only to moan anew when the clever hand slipped lower.
Circling the entrance briefly, Malfoy placed the tip of one finger against the rosy cleft, applying just enough pressure to have Harry thrashing wildly against the grass beneath them, but not quite enough to penetrate the hot, dark depths. "Draco... nngggh... oh uh... mmmm."
Harry's chest gleamed as drops of perspiration coursed across it, flowing down to catch in the dark trail of hair arrowing towards his straining cock. His muscles bunched and heaved as he undulated beneath Draco's ministrations, speaking gibberish punctuated by moans as the Slytherin dipped his head to bite at the gleaming ridge of his hipbone.
"Oh, oh gods, Draco, fuck me... oh, oh yeah, please... inside me.... come 'on'..." his voice rose in desperation and Malfoy decided it was time to reward his neediness, pressing his finger deep inside his inky-haired lover.
"You like that?" he spoke huskily, voice still catching in his fellatio roughened throat, watching in slumberous delight as his lover stilled beneath him, eyes wide in wonder. "How about this, baby?" Withdrawing swiftly, he thrust back in with two twisting digits, smiling devilishly as Harry's breath left him in a whoosh. "Or... this?" He rotated his fingers, scissoring them briefly before he turned them to caress Harry's prostate gland. Harry surged upwards, hands clutching wildly at Malfoy's shoulders. "Aah oh gods, Draco, oh, Draco yeah... just there, oh god... harder, please..."
Malfoy rocked his hips back and forth, miming the quickening actions of his fingers, face flushing with want when Harry squealed in pleasure as he added a third finger. His face burnt like a brand and every inch of his skin in contact with Harry's seemed to sing along its nerve endings, his body mere seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"You like that? You want more?"
His voice had deepened so drastically with arousal that he wondered if Harry would actually be able to hear him over his laboured gasps, his own ears straining to listen as Harry responded through lust-bitten, swollen lips.
"More... Please, Draco... want more."
Draco bit his own lip hard, fighting the urge to just drive brutally into Harry's waiting heat, needing to hear Harry say he wanted it just as much as he. "How much more, Harry?"
Desire bright emeralds fixed onto his with sudden fortitude. "All, Draco... I want 'all' of you. Now."
With a sob of gratitude and overpowering hunger, Draco eased his questing fingers from within Harry, enjoying the way the brunet arched his back, moaning at the loss and writhing in abandon, eyes still fixed imploringly on his lover. Malfoy positioned himself carefully, easing his mate's legs over his own upper thighs, tilting Harry up for a better angle, suddenly grateful for his sheer amount of experience in these matters. He was going to make this 'so good' for Harry, he thought, cock twitching in anticipation as he eased the head gently into the brunet's stretched opening. Harry caught his breath, eyes darkening in pleasure, his whisper carrying to his mate over the joint pounding of their hearts, "Give me all of you... take all of me."
Inexplicably, tears flickered at the corners of the Veela's eyes and he inclined his head to capture his beloved's lips. "I adore you," he whispered, pressing his mouth onto his lover's, plunging inside him in one easy stroke. Harry broke the kiss, back arching in surprise and pleasure at the total lack of discomfort, Draco already pressing against his prostate and nudging it as he withdrew to thrust back in again. He looked deeply into the blond's eyes, which had never left his face as he writhed beneath him.
"So good," Harry breathed in wonder and amazement, wrapping his arms and legs further about Draco in an attempt to hold him inside longer. "Feels so good with you inside me, so.... Full."
Draco chuckled softly, smile spreading as the vibrations his laugh caused had Harry squeaking and thrusting his own hips harder against the blond's. "Better than before? Better than my hands?" he mocked gently, tilting his hips to ensure his every stroke hit Harry's prostate square on, gasping as Harry clenched around him hard.
"Oh, oh so good, much better than.... Fuck yeah... oh god so 'right' inside me... gods... yeah... Ummm, just there, like that oh god, gods, Draco, please stop."
Malfoy froze, face whitening in horror, "Am I hurting you? Did I hurt you, where? I'll heal it, tell me where, baby, I'm so sorry..."
Harry's face fogged over in confusion for a moment, colouring even more as he lifted his hand the tenderly cup his mate's face, bringing him in closer for a kiss. "Not hurting me, Draco, it just felt so good I just didn't want to 'go' without you... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to frighten you."
Draco scanned his lover's face for any sign that he might be lying to protect his feelings, but all he saw there was love and the deep pink flush of passion, a smile hovering at his kiss-swollen lips. He sighed in relief and Harry grinned, deliberately flexing his internal muscles to squeeze Draco's cock, loving the hiss his lover made, the spark of white-hot lust returning to his gaze. "Fuck me," he stated, blushing slightly as he heard the wanton rasp to his voice, confidence increasing as he felt the blond's prick jolt within him at his words, "I want you, Draco, do it fast.... Please, I'm... dying for you." He blushed harder as Draco look searchingly into his eyes. "Dying for 'me'?" the Veela whispered evocatively, his tone sending thrills racing up and down Harry's spine, "You have no 'idea', Harry... you 'want' me right now... dying for me, though, comes a little later... want me to show you?" His purr resounded in Harry's ears as he licked his lips, drowning in the quicksilver gaze of the man looming over him.
"Please," Harry whimpered, body quivering in need as he shifted his hips, trying to force his mate back into action, "Show me."
Draco slowly drew his hips backwards, one long sweeping withdrawal that left Harry gasping in loss beneath him, before slamming back in roughly, pounding himself against the brunet's prostate. He maintained eye contact with Harry the entire time, repeatedly drawing his hips back slowly only to slam home a moment later. Harry puffed and mewled, biting his lip, but never breaking his lock with Draco's eyes, whimpering as the fire in his gut slowly built itself back up to inferno proportions once more, but at that moment Draco chose to change his rhythm.
He ceased his drawn out retreat, choosing instead to sink in deep, moving with little jabbing, shallow thrusts against Harry's prostate that had sweat rolling over both their brows to blind them both, stinging in their fused eyes, but not breaking their stares.
"I've...oh... wanted this for so long," Harry whimpered breathlessly, now clinging to Draco, the upward thrusts of his hips perfectly aligned with his mate's so that they moved as one, body's surging together with each breath, each moan, each sob of pure bliss.
"I did, too..." Draco panted, smiling crookedly as he leant down to swipe his tongue over a bead of perspiration dancing at the corner of his love's mouth. "I just didn't realise that most people don't get off thinking about their supposed nemesis."
Harry's eyes shone with delight, "You thought about me? Like that?"
Malfoy started to laugh, but broke off as it transformed to a moan midway, Harry's back arching, pushing their bodies closer as they began their final descent towards completion.
"I, uh... oh gods yessssssss... used to have this Ummm fantasy.... Was supposed to be me getting you to... oh, oh god... mmmm 'm so close, Harry, so close.... You're so tight, my god so hot..."
Harry twisted, skin barely containing his pleasure as he bucked helplessly against his silver-eyed lover. "Tell me.... Oh yeah, just there... tell me about the mmmm... the fantasy... Tell me..."
"Always fooled myself into thinking it was your.... Ah.... Your basic Slytherin 'humiliate the boy wonder' fantasy... standard stuff really... jerk off whilst thinking about shoving my cock down your highly unwilling throat except... oh uh... except..."
He was so close, so close and Harry was clenching around him so tight....
"Except?" Harry was dying, it was official, no one could feel this good and live... only it felt like it was about to get better... A whole 'lot' better.
"Except you were... uh yessssssss... willing... 'Very' willing and ... And oh god you always came when I did... Oh god, Harry... now, baby... now..."
He slammed in hard again, burying his face in Harry's neck at the precise moment the brunet began convulsing, his name torn from his lips in rapture. "Draco! Oh gods... Draco... Yes.... Oh, Draco... 'Draco'!"
This last scream of Draco's moniker was muffled by the subject of these exclamations, Draco swallowing the almost frightened shout of ecstasy with his lips, plunging his tongue in as Harry's body clenched harder than he could take around him, sobbing his own release into his mate's feverish lips, tears raking both their faces in orgasm.
Both boys hips jerked, grinding briefly as they rode out the last of the tremors, murmuring anxiously against the other's lips as they fell back to earth still wrapped in each other's embrace. Minutes passed, Harry staring sightlessly into the sky above, Draco gasping against his throat, kissing the steadily slowing pulse point here and there, to reassure himself that his heart rate, too, would return to its normal rhythm in time.
"That was..."
"I know."
Draco lifted his again sweat slicked head to gaze delightedly into his partners eyes, only to find the brunet regarding him with a tiny crease between his brows. "What? What is it?" he asked, panic swelling in his stomach.
"Didn't I read somewhere that a male Veela can impregnate 'anything'... i.e. including me?"
Draco laughed heartily, relief overwhelming him. "Oh, gods you had me worried there baby... no, no you won't be pregnant. I'm not full Veela... I can't impregnate you just like that!"
The little crease subsided, but Harry's smile was slightly regretful. "Ok... kind of a shame though... always wanted kids... and just think how cute a bunch you mini you's and me's would be jumbled up together."
"White blond with green eyes."
"Black hair with silver eyes." Harry grinned wholeheartedly up at Draco and the blond felt his own heart expand three sizes just looking at him.
"You... you'd 'really' want kids? 'My' kids?"
Harry nodded, "It's cool, Draco... maybe we could adopt someday or something. I don't care... I love you and you actually love me, too... that's all that matters to me."
Draco smirked "Course you love me, stupid Gryffindor... how could you not? I'm practically perfect in every way."
Harry burst out laughing, "When the 'hell' did you ever watch 'Mary Poppins'?" he guffawed and quaked with silent laughter when Draco raised an eyebrow and queried mock frostily, "Mary Who?" Of course the only way to quieten a laughing Gryffindor, as every good Veela crossbreed knows, is to kiss him into silence. After quite a while there was no laughing, only soft sighs and the odd giggle as Draco tickled lightly at his lover's ribs to keep the excuse of quietening him. Eventually a bordering on breathless Slytherin raised his head to look lovingly into his raven-haired mate's eyes.
"I adore you," he sighed, " I don't want to share you."
Harry's eyes crinkled in quizzical amusement. "You don't have to."
Draco sighed again, long-sufferingly as he cast his eyes down to hide the glimmer of satisfaction within.
"I will when we have kids."
"You want to adopt?"
"No. I want our own kids. Silver eyes, black hair, green eyes and silver hair... I want 'ours'."
"But you said..."
"I said you couldn't get pregnant just like that. Part Veela's have to use a potion to enhance the strength of their sperm so you couldn't get pregnant unless we were actually trying for a baby."
Harry said nothing for a moment, his eyes shining as tears spread across them, the moisture making the verdant gaze sparkle brighter than the dreaded Aveda Kedavra. "I love you so much," he finally choked out, lifting his body so he was resting on one elbow, the other hand lifted to cup Draco's face in one palm.
Draco already rested upon one arm, his other stretched behind his mate to cradle his nape as he lowered his mouth to Harry's. "Mine..." he whispered, pressing his mouth to each trembling corner of Harry's lips before drawing back to look deeply past the tears, "You hold my heart forever, my own. I love you."
Harry tilted his head up and backwards, the sun sliding over his jaw as Draco's head tipped down to block out the light, but in the instant before their mouths connected, a bright light gleamed between them, surrounding their faces and illuminating the love written upon their very skin and camera shutter clicked repeatedly.
"Way to go, Harry," Colin Creevey whispered, tears running down his face, the only sign of his crushing heartbreak. "You deserve him... and he you."
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He stared down at the muggle photo, images unmoving as wizard photos did, the subjects forever captured in that one pure moment of love before sealing their fate together. It made his old eyes smile and a tear spring to the corner of each in happiness. Those two boys had found such happiness in each other.
He lifted an aged hand to wipe way the excess moisture, adjusting his glasses on the end of his nose, as he moved to replace the picture in his desk drawer, with a twinkle in his eyes as his Potions Master strode in, scowling as he always did during school hours.
The years had been relatively kind to the snarling Slytherin, the Headmaster thought with amusement, noting that the sheer amount of sneering the man did at Gryffindors, and indeed students in general, had barely marked the haughty countenance. He folded his hands, awaiting the professor's next move with anticipation, barely containing his amusement as the darkly robed figure groaned loudly. "Oh you've not been looking at that appalling photo 'again'?"
He strode over to snatch the picture from the Headmaster's hands, scowling down at briefly before an odd light came into his eyes. "Bloody Creeveys," he murmured before stooping over the desk to press his mouth against the other professor's, sighing happily and deepening the kiss before drawing back, a look of distaste upon his face.
"You've been eating those 'bloody' Sherbet Lemons again, haven't you, Harry?" he snarled. The Gryffindor nodded, beaming widely at his mate, removing the slightly crumpled picture from his mate's hands to place it carefully in the drawer amongst the pictures of their children and grandchildren.
"I 'hate' it when you do that," Draco fumed, trying not to soften as he watched his love smooth way the creases at the edge of the much-loved picture.
"Yup," Harry affirmed, doing that bloody twinkling thing with his eyes to boot.
Draco chuckled softly, suppressing the urge to cast himself into his husband's lap and reminisce all day. " I love you, you great git."
Harry grinned wider still, pulling Draco down into his lap and running his hands through the still silky hair. "I love you, too, even though you're ten times meaner than Snape ever was."
"Thank you, and you're at least twice as batty as Albus was."
"Ah, that's all due to the Sherbet Lemons darling."
"I hate those things." Draco pouted and Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Kiss me anyway?" he said imploringly, eyes shining with love twice as strong as it had been a century before. Draco's mouth curved into a soft, adoring smile.
"Absolutely," he whispered. And so he did.
Fin.
N/B oh dear lord I wish I could go back and take out the 'baby's lol, just remember this was prolly written at least 5 years back and I'd only read books 1 thru 4 and egads I was OOC lol but hey, I still won't disown it purely because possessive!Draco still lights my hormones up ;P and he most likely always will ~ LadyVader 05/04/09
Title: Mate: Part 2/2.
Disclaimer: I do not sadly own ANY of the following characters! So basically... JKR= Literary Goddess. Me = Obsessed Fanfic writer. So don't sue me unless you want possession of my student loan repayments.
Rating: Well look boys and girls... it's NC-17, you know the drill.
Pairing: DM/HP
Summary: My own twist on the 'Draco's a Veela' cliché. Draco's a Veela and does NOT want Harry... or does he?
Dedication: For my good and really very new friend Katie of Gryffindor who had the gall to go and grow to the ripe old age of 21. Don't you dare get mature on me Katie or I'll be forced to set your own Fluffy Squadron on you!
Warnings: Get back people! It's slash!!! *gasp of horror* Fleeeeeeee lil' homophobes! Fleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! Oh, and it's dreadfully sappy and angsty here & there.
Mate:Part1
Mate: Part 2 of 2.
"Get your 'fucking' hands off 'my' MATE!"
Had those words really torn from his throat like that, Draco wondered as his hand shot out, the long table lifting and crashing back against the ground, walls shaking and flames burning bright white around him as he leapt over the table to lift Justin by his throat. "Do not EVER touch my mate again, he does 'not' like it ... 'I' do not like it and if I ever catch you touching him like that again I'll...."
"Mr. Malfoy." A gentle yet powerful spell withdrew Justin from Draco's rage filled grasp and he spun to see who had removed his prey. Dumbledore smiled gently. "Mr. Malfoy, if you would be so good as to see to these candles?" The headmaster gestured to the searing white lights around the hall and as Draco's temper ebbed in confusion, his blood beating slower once more, the flames flickered and died away.
Draco opened his mouth to apologise to the headmaster when a flame lit inside him, blazing through his chest and back, causing him to cry out, but not, as he expected, in pain.
"Potter!" he wailed urgently, body crumbling, demanding the presence of the one it needed. "Harry!"
Harry had been watching dumbstruck as Draco shook Justin in the air, snarling, feral, and so beautiful it was beyond Harry's words to explain it. Had he really called him his mate? It couldn't be so; Draco himself had told Harry he wasn't the one. It couldn't be him. It couldn't.
"Harry!" The cry rent the air and Harry watched aghast as Draco crumpled to the floor. He shot forward clasping him around the torso, trying to pull him upright. Draco twisted, whimpering in Harry's grasp, hauling himself to his feet to turn Harry's head towards him, crushing his mouth with his own.
'No,' Draco moaned inside his head as the white lights dimmed behind his eyes, the pain receding somewhat. 'No not Potter, anyone but Potter! This is so wrong...' He tore his mouth from Harry's muttering fiercely, "No, wrong, this is so wrong, not you, oh god not you."
Harry had been in ecstasy, Draco was holding him, kissing him uncaring of all their onlookers and suddenly he pulled that world of perfection far, far away. "No," he murmured a breath away from Harry's mouth, "this is wrong...not you, oh god not you..." Harry pulled back, trembling and appalled.
"I, I'm sorry," he stammered, voice breaking as the now easy tears sprang to his eyes, stepping further away from the blond and farther into his grief, "I thought you said, I thought... I'm sorry..." Tears spilled over, crystalline drops against the pale skin as Draco's heart beat angrily against his lungs, tearing the breath from him with every beat.
"No...." he moaned deeply and broken, unaware now of their audience, "Don't cry..." He gathered Harry back into his arms, feverishly kissing at his face, "oh god I love you, don't cry, I love you, don't cry, please, please...don't..." He covered Harry's mouth with his, still speaking unintelligibly into the kiss with Harry making soft noises of answer back here and there, wrapping his arms tightly around the Veela.
Draco's head shot back suddenly, a fist of pain thrust roughly through his abdomen and he shrieked in agony, pulling away from Harry, making it worse with the distance from his mate. Harry yelled in horror as he watched sweat break out across Draco's body, running in thick streams down his face and neck before he'd had time to do more than gape. He hauled Malfoy to his feet, gasping as his love's skin burnt him where he touched it. "C'mon," he panted, "Got to get you to the infirmary."
"No!" Draco ground out, pulling Harry with him as he tried to run from the Great Hall, "Have to go, must go now... please... now." Dumbledore nodded gravely at Harry, who found himself almost dragged through the doors, passing a bewildered and concerned, but happy looking Ron and Hermione en route.
Draco began to rush them both through the corridors, but paused, leaning dizzily against Harry, as the large, dark walls seem to spiral inwards to engulf them both. "Harry," he whimpered, almost in tears from the pain and need in him, "help me, please."
Harry looked at the way Draco seemed to shrink from the imposing corridor before them and quickly coming to a decision, spun them both around and half-dragged, half-carried Draco with him. Bursting through the doors to the entrance hall and into the sunlight beyond the halls within, he ran with Draco as far from the large structure as they could get, Draco's breaths coming in deep, rasping heaves as they struggled onwards. "Harry," he wheezed, skin scalding him from the inside out.
Harry brought them to a halt on a smooth slope near the lake; a few trees grew there surrounded by thick long, lush green grass. "Is here ok, Draco? Do you want to stop? Tell me, Draco, what do you want? What can I do?" he questioned anxiously, wiping away the sweat that blinded his love's eyes.
Draco spun and pushed him down into the soft grass. "Need you," he panted, "just you."
He tore Harry's robes and shirt from his body with such ease they might have been paper and Harry marvelled briefly at Draco's newfound strength before hissing in pain as Draco pressed his newly exposed chest against Harry's, the heat burning them both. "Need you now," Draco moaned, sweat rolling from his brow in waves as he struggled with his trousers, "please, need you, Harry."
Understanding suddenly, Harry quickly loosened his own trousers, shimmying them down as he flushed from the heat of Draco's body against his own as well as from the embarrassment of having to rush through his first time with Malfoy. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint him, wrapping his legs about Draco's, his mate finally managing to free his trousers from his sweat-slicked limbs.
"Oh gods, Harry..." Draco moaned crushing Harry's mouth, "... love you so." And then he thrust in hard, tearing Harry in the process, pain rolling through them both, Harry's cry of agony swallowed by Draco's gasp as pain tore through him as he exploded within Harry on the first thrust.
Their joint cries echoing on the still morning air, they lay shaking in each other's arms, Draco still sprawled over the pale Gryffindor. Draco's sweating stopped, suddenly he could see straight and he found the pounding of his heart had lessened to the point where he could breathe in without agony. Even the terrible stab of pain that had engulfed him upon entering Harry had lessened, though it still burned somewhat, lingering deep in the pit of his belly. He felt a hand smooth his sticky, sodden hair and a soft, quavering voice murmured, "Are you ok now?"
Draco stiffened, hearing again Harry's cry of pain and buried his head in shame against his lover's chest. "No," he muttered, lifting his hands from where they had been pressed hard into the grass either side of Harry's head, "no, I'm not."
He looked into Harry's white face and felt a roll of deep nausea undulating in his gut. "I hurt you," he whispered brokenly and quietly despised himself when Harry smiled at him. "It's ok, Draco, you were in pain, it's not your fault and besides everyone's first time's painful right?"
Draco waited for the voice in him that was revolted by the idea of being with Potter to join in the other voices berating him, but it never came. "S'funny," he murmured disbelievingly, "I should be appalled that I'm here with you, should be disgusted, but I'm not. I should feel worse that I hurt you and even though I feel so awful all I can think of is that no-ones ever touched you before me and...." he trailed off blushing suddenly, an odd gleam in his eyes. "Nobody else ever will," he stated firmly.
He shifted and Harry winced. He couldn't tell him how greatly he hurt, not after seeing the agony he had been in and although inside him he was rejoicing that he'd been Draco's mate all along, he couldn't quite suppress the pang when Draco spoke of his surprise at his lack of disgust. Draco noticed the wince when he moved slightly and narrowed his eyes. "Am I still hurting you?"
Harry made no answer, so sure he'd pull away if he told him how it burnt and stung within him and Draco shivered. "I am," he whispered, running a hand between them, down over Harry's abdomen and the Gryffindor gasped. Warmth was spreading through his body, tickling his sore insides with gentle, light fingers until all was soothed and repaired. Malfoy stared in wonder as he watched the white light spread from his fingers over Harry's belly and groin. He could actually feel the healing, soothing pressure of his touch upon himself and a spark ran through him as he shifted again and Harry moaned softly as his body expanded to further accept his still hard length.
"I love you," he whispered, unaware that he was speaking, "it's mad and it's wrong, but I do, I love you." He waited for the same joy he felt to show itself upon his mate's face, but all he saw was a quiet sadness. Then it struck him, Harry probably only loved him because of his Veela attractions, now that he'd mated they had probably lessened, he could go another 5 weeks at least before that power would be restored to him. "It's ok," he murmured, "I know you don't really love me, the Veela charms can make you think you do, but..."
"I do love you," Harry inserted, chin jutting defiantly as he looked up into Malfoy's eyes, "I've loved you for ages."
Malfoy sighed, trying to ignore the trembling that started within him as his suspicions seemed confirmed. "My powers have been active for a little over a year, Harry," he said softly, "I just didn't know it."
Harry's face lit up in triumph. "A little over a year? I've loved you longer than that."
"What? When? I..."
Harry grinned further, squirming slightly when he felt Draco shift slightly, his cock pressing deeper within him as he spoke. "I've loved you since the Christmas before last," he crowed softly, loving the wet, grateful sheen that coated Draco's eyes at this.
"Why?" whispered the blond huskily and Harry smoothed the sweat drenched hair from his brow.
"I was out on the roof of the Owlery... just after Christmas, wearing my invisibility cloak and you were there. I saw you tilt your head back to catch snowflakes on your tongue." Harry's eyes fogged over at the memory, still captivated by the mental picture of the proud blond, laughing in delight, face tilted to the sky. " I think that was the only time I ever saw you truly happy and I knew I wanted to see you look like that forever. I knew I loved you then."
He blushed and Draco dipped his head to brush Harry's lips with his own. "I'm truly happy now," he whispered throatily, moving his hips in a wide circle stroking all the walls of Harry's insides and eliciting a gasp from the brunet as he nudged his prostate.
"You can't ever leave me you know," he murmured conversationally as he slid slowly out of Harry, pausing with the very tip of his erection at Harry's entrance, "I'll die without you."
Harry's mouth quirked, "Lucky for me then that you've no choice in your mate ... I was already dying without you." His eyes dimmed a touch and the smile wavered, "You'd have to send me away... to be honest, I'm still not entirely sure you won't."
Draco pulled himself upright, ignoring the slight whimper of protest from his mate as their bodies separated fully. "And just what do you mean by that?" he asked hotly, silver eyes flaring in the early morning sunlight. Harry blinked, body still mourning the loss of Malfoy's weight upon it.
"Sorry?" he murmured, looking beseechingly at his blond lover who sighed heavily.
"Why, for Raistlin's sake, would I 'ever' want to send you away, Potter? Didn't I just say it'd kill me if you left me?"
"I won't leave you," Harry reaffirmed, voice soothing as he lifted a hand to smooth some lingering beads of moisture from Draco's collarbone, "But you'll only need me roughly once every six weeks or so... you don't love me, I know that because you told me so yourself, you only want me for my heritage."
Draco, whose expression had growing steadily more incredulous during the little speech, snorted, "What heritage?"
Harry squinted in confusion, he was certain the Slytherin must have discovered it by now. Why else would he have been interested after their encounter the previous week? "My lineage... You know... surely you must know by now?" Draco shrugged carelessly, elegant even in confusion.
"Nope," he mumbled, dropping his head once more to kiss teasing soft trails along Harry's stomach, pausing to nuzzle affectionately at his navel, skimming his tongue past it and murmuring thickly, "Don't care either."
Harry gasped, hips bucking just a little at Draco's gentle ministrations, a low hum starting in his blood, vibrating through him to arrow downwards to his cock. "B... but surely you heard about... about Voldemort... his powers?"
The Veela sighed impatiently, lifting his head to look mockingly into his flustered mate's eyes. "Yes darling, I'm all ears... what 'about' the Dark Lord's powers?"
Harry crimsoned at the endearment, feeling like his old daring self as he realised that the Slytherin truly was unaware of his origins. "Well, " he began, purring slightly as he arched upwards, trailing calloused fingertips down Draco's throat and across his chest. "Y'see, Voldie was apparently in something of a sharing mood the night he murdered my family and attempted to kill me,"
Draco's skin burnt white hot once more and Harry stilled, looking at his mate in concern. "I'm ok," Draco uttered darkly, picturing himself tearing the spine from a screaming Dark Lord before presenting it to Harry on a silver platter, rage thudding in the base of his skull as he let Harry's quick fingers stroke contentment back into him. He gasped lightly as the Gryffindor's blunt nails scratched over a smooth pink nipple, lifting it into new awareness as his eyes flickered shut. "Go on," he said hoarsely and neither boy knew whether he meant the action or the conversation, but Harry continued both just the same.
"When he cursed me that night, he didn't only fail to kill me, but he passed on to me a few of his own powers, which is why I'm a Parselmouth." Draco shuddered, laying his body back against Harry's, his head pillowed on the Gryffindor's sleek abdomen, wrapping his arms tightly about him as he ignored the quick tears that sprang to his eyes at the mention of his near demise. Harry lifted one hand to rub calming circles over the hot silk of Draco's back, the other passing repeatedly through his hair, threading through the white silver strands with careful fingers. "Obviously he never meant to do that, in fact if I had merely lived, untouched by his powers, he might have been content to see me live, but by adding to my power with his, he made me an even bigger threat to him than I was before."
"You were a threat even as a baby?" Draco muttered, kissing the pale bronze belly of his lover, amused to hear the hitch it caused in Harry's breath as he nuzzled his bellybutton once again, dipping his tongue inside to taste the captured drops of sweat within.
"Yessssssss," Harry affirmed, arching up, digging his heels into the earth and nudging Draco's stomach with the tip of his newly hard prick.
Draco chuckled low in his throat, lifting an eyebrow at the wide, dilating eyes now fixed upon the actions of his mouth. "Mmmm, was that Parseltongue, Harry?" he mocked, moving up Harry's body to trace his tongue around the outer shell-like whorls of his ear. "Talk to me in Parseltongue, my love?" he begged quietly, shivering as Harry's throbbing cock pressed further against his as Harry crushed himself against him in wild abandon.
Harry's head was spinning madly, the earth beneath seemed to rock backwards each time he so much as breathed and the delicious sensation of Draco's tongue upon his body was driving him quite mad with need. He could feel the hot, slick, shaft pressing firm against him now and this time Harry felt no fear or embarrassment, merely the overwhelming need for his mate to claim him once more. Clearing his mind as best he could, he turned to whisper hotly in Parseltongue against his lover's skin, adding an extra hiss of pleasure as the sound sent tremors through the taller body above him.
"What... what... did you say?" The words tumbled thickly from Draco's lips, clinging longer than they should and slurring them to partial moans of need.
"I said," Harry panted, bucking helplessly against the blond, hands pressing uselessly at his back as he tried to pull him closer still, " I said that I love the way your mouth feels on my skin and..." he hissed again, eliciting another tremble in the birthday boy, "and that I want you inside me."
Malfoy's head shot downwards with a harsh cry at Harry's words, claiming his lips and pushing his tongue deeply into his mouth to steal his breath and heart. "No..." he muttered roughly, tearing his lips away again, panting as he placed quick, searing kisses across the whimpering brunet's face. "Not yet... not yet."
Hauling his weight back from Harry with all the willpower he possessed at the smaller boy's cry of loss, he leant forward to swiftly nip hard at the rigid, pale brown nipples that taunted him from their home atop Harry's gleaming chest. He suckled hungrily at the pebbled tip for a second, relishing the high cry Harry made, lavishing the same attention briefly on the other hardened nub before continuing downwards.
After pausing to nuzzle momentarily at the shallow indent of Harry's navel once more, Draco shot a wicked grin up at his red and panting lover before deliberately leaning in slowly, eyes locked with his mates as he carefully, almost reverently stretched out his tongue tip to lap daintily at the weeping tip of Harry's prick. Air whooshed in, whistling between Harry's teeth as he seized handfuls of the grass, trying to anchor his fists and hips to stop him from grabbing Malfoy's head and driving deep into that warm, waiting mouth.
Malfoy paused, amusement lighting the dark, desire-filled depths of his eyes as he watched Harry straining against the ground, thigh muscles clenched to keep his hips from bucking. "Do it," he whispered, surprising himself as much as Harry, placing quick kisses along the shaft before swiping none too gently at the tip, "You know you want to... so 'do' it." He trailed his tongue tip over the head, letting his mouth fall a little wider than it would have been, were he not aching for Harry to give in.
"Draco," sobbed the Boy Who Lived, unsure even as he looked deeply into his lover's eyes, trembling as he then closed his lips around the dripping head. "Please," he muttered, parting his mouth, now wet with Harry's pre-cum, "Please."
With a strangled roar of capitulation and lust, Harry seized Draco's fine silver hair, pulling the silk strands tightly into his grasp. He whimpered at Draco's appreciative hiss as he thrust deep into the Slytherin's waiting throat, Draco swallowing him before he'd even had time to thrash against the onslaught of sensations caused by his lover's tight lips clenched around the base of his cock.
Malfoy opened his throat as much as he could, barely gagging around the pulsating heat of Harry's length, his mind spinning in confusion. His father had made sure his son knew how best to be a Malfoy and one of the cardinal rules was that, even if you fucked a man, it was ok just so long as 'you' fucked 'them' and you never, ever went down on them. 'But... What if I wanted to, father?' a sadly naïve fifteen year old Draco had once asked. It had taken him days to be able to walk again after that beating and as Tilly, his old nurse elf, had seen to his wounds she soothed him, patting him on the back and assuring young Master Draco that it wasn't nice to do anyway and tasted simply dreadful. He had never asked how she knew, frightened of the answer he would receive.
And now he found his hands clenching in the grass, moaning loudly as Harry's cock slid rapidly in and out of his mouth, resisting the urge to bite down every time Harry withdrew, just to keep him inside him a while longer. 'If I like this so much' he wondered, somehow lost in thought despite the sounds of Harry's delirium nearing its peak, unaware of even his steadily increasing rumbles, purring as his hands caressed every inch of skin they could, tattooing Harry's body with their heat. 'If I like this then surely I'd like it just as much were Harry to be inside me, were he to fuck me?'
An image blazed across his brain, a perfect picture of him thrashing beneath the Gryffindor, arms and legs flung tightly about him, their bodies entwined, heaving and moaning in harmony, Harry slowly thrusting in and out of Draco's eager body....
With a low cry of need Draco began frantically bobbing his head up and down Harry's length, trying to swallow him whole, his nose pressed tight with every plunge downwards into the soft curls trailing softly down from Harry's belly to cluster about his cock.
Harry watched from a detached place within, as Draco's mewls of enjoyment drove him steadily closer to the brink. His hips trembled, hovering in space for a moment as he felt something burst within him, a filibuster firework in his gut. Draco looked up at Harry, whining gently at the sudden stilling of his hips and watched sweat beading itself over Harry's upper lip. The brunet's jaw fell open to whimper in stunned tones, "Draco, I think I'm going to..." His breath caught, strangled by the loud scream of pleasure that accompanied the wild bucking of his hips and the tightened fingers in the silver silk strands as Harry Potter came both loudly and violently down Draco Malfoy's throat, calling his name in rapture as he fell into the waiting darkness.
The Veela drank deeply, revelling in the bitter taste as it literally poured itself down his throat and he quivered as his own need verged on the edge of ecstasy, receding slowly as the body beneath his slumped, trembling and raised his head, licking his lips with satisfaction as he surveyed his mate.
"Good?" he rasped, intending to purr it sexily, but unaware that giving head generally equalled full, rosy lips and a voice that almost screamed 'I've just had your cock down my throat.' Worried that Harry might have missed that fantastic fact, Draco leant over the exhausted, flushed wizard and crooned softly against his mouth, "I've just had your cock down my throat... and I 'liked' it."
Harry shook with exhaustion and desire, reaching up with one outstretched finger to capture one tiny lost drop of his own seed upon his finger. "Missed some," he told the sultry and triumphal Slytherin before giving in to the mischief surging through him and popping the finger into his mouth, sliding it slowly back and forth between his own pink lips, grinning wickedly at the blond's expression.
"Mmmm," he purred, arching against Draco's still rock hard cock, "S'not bad." With a distinctly animal cry, Draco wrenched Harry's hand from his mouth, filling it with his tongue and teeth instead, lapping and nipping at his tongue, jealous that even his mate had tasted what was his.
He drew back, panting harshly, evading Malfoy's urgent seeking lips as they traversed his face, licking at the droplets of sweat across his brow and lip. He had never felt so tired, his body juddered with his every breath, but he ached for Draco, longed for his full possession and did not intend to fall to oblivion until he had been fully conquered.
"More," he croaked, catching the silver gaze with his own determined green and lifting his trembling legs to lock his feet behind Draco's knees. Draco's smile was feral as he pushed his face in close to Harry's to press their noses together.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you, baby?" Draco mocked gently, laving the pouting red lips before his, "You already had the last drop and that you stole from me."
Harry chuckled softly, colouring as he considered his actions before shaking his head at his lover, wrapping his arms tightly about his shoulders. " No, Draco," he murmured, pulling the ice blond further down upon him, " I want more of 'you'. Now... Before it hurts you again."
Draco struggled slightly in Harry's embrace, " No. I, I hurt you... I will not. I won't."
Harry moved an arm down to tweak at the Veela's nipples, drawing hisses from between his mates clenched teeth. "You weren't hurting me earlier, after you healed me... you felt so good inside me, as I recall, you did something fantastic with your hips, like this," he ground his pelvis in a circle against Malfoy's groin, delighting at the rasping moan it summoned, "And then we got off course arguing about how I couldn't love you, you couldn't love me, blah... blah..."
Malfoy looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I 'do' love you," he whispered, liking but fearing how good it felt to say it. Harry nodded impatiently, not quite hiding the spark of pain in his eyes "Yes, yes because of my blood, I know... now could you 'please' fuck me?"
"That's the second time you've said something like that, Potter," Draco snarled, "And I'm not sure I care for it much, so if you wouldn't mind explaining it so that we might both understand why you don't believe I love you...?"
"I never said you didn't love me, just that you only love me because of my blood which, because you never knew about my lineage, you only sensed today which is why you didn't love me like this last week when I offered myself to you."
Draco was consumed with shame and self-loathing '...when I offered myself to you'... what if Harry had slipped way from him... how could he have turned him away? "How does Voldemort transferring a few of his powers to you connect with my loving you?" he spat, furious with himself.
Harry smirked slightly, trying to ignore the anger in Draco's eyes. "Voldemort only transferred his powers to me because he was trying to kill me...but he was only trying to kill me to start with because I'm the heir of Godric Gryffindor."
Draco's jaw dropped and Harry chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's just what I did when Dumbledore told me. But by giving me his powers by accident, he gifted me the powers of Slytherin so that I actually now possess the powers of two of the founders... you can imagine why he hates me so much."
The Slytherin Veela tried to ignore the rising tide of fury that rose in him at the very mention of the dark lord trying to hurt his Harry. "So, you think I love you because of your ancestry?"
Potter nodded, "Yup, my mother may have been muggle born, but technically my magic is actually purer than most in the school and 'that's' why you love me."
Draco could still feel the anger simmering in the pit of his belly, "Potter, how powerful are you then?"
Harry felt a vague smugness, "Oh, I'm really very powerful, I just don't know how to use it yet, but Dumbledore says I'll learn in time."
"So you're 'not' as powerful as Dumbledore then?"
"No."
"The same Dumbledore I've been around every day for the last six years at least, the really super powerful, very brave, intelligent wizard with more power than the entire ministry put together, 'that' Dumbledore?"
"Ummm...."
"The rule breaker, the guy who you run to in a crisis, the all around goody two shoes who's supposed to make guys like me sick, that one?"
"Now you sound like you're describing me."
"Exactly."
"What?" Harry shook his head in consternation, lost as to where Malfoy was taking this little point of his. Draco sighed, loving the little crinkle between Harry's eyebrows as he stared at him in total bemusement.
"You think I don't truly love you because I hate that you're Dumbledore's pet Gryffindor, the goody-goody, politically correct hero of the wizarding world and that I'm only drawn to you now because my Veela heritage sought out your superior power?"
"Ummm...yes?"
"So I chose you, despite all your faults, because of your powers, even though technically I could have had Dumbledore for exactly the same traits and a hell of a lot more power than you, correct?"
"I uhh ummm..." God Harry looks so adorable when he's baffled, Draco thought, a smile lighting up his face before he lowered it to kiss Harry's frown away.
"Why do I need you, Harry?" he muttered against the rose silk of Harry's lips.
"Because I'm your mate," whispered back the Gryffindor, over-forming his words so that his mouth could better cling to his lover's.
"Nope," the blond grinned, "you're my mate 'because' I need you... so... why do I need you?"
Harry shook his head, eyes brilliant green in their mute distress. "Why?" he whispered, more afraid than he'd ever known to hear the answer. Draco smiled, lips closed so that it was nothing more than the gentle curving of his lips and Harry had never seen him look more natural. "I need you, dumb-ass, because I love you. Do you see?"
Another shake of the raven head as tears spilled over the verdant depths and Draco gathered him close to speak directly against his temple. "All these years here together, each day a new way to hurt you, to humiliate you and those you chose to be with, all this time and I've never known rage as I felt it the day you refused my hand ...until this morning when I saw that Hufflepuff pawing you. All this time and I've never felt such clear, contrasting happiness as that first day when I caught you staring at me in Madam Malkins, this funny little scarecrow child gazing at me and I wanted you then. Not like I wanted you now, but I yearned for you, after you left the shop I went to my mother to beg her to find you for me, the little boy with the black silk hair and big eyes. I cried all the way home."
Harry trembled against him and Draco pressed his face further into the hair he'd so desired once, muffling his voice slightly, just enough to cover the hint of tears that lingered there. "And then I hated you. I hated you a long time, till last week it seems, and kissing you was a revelation, it hurt to let you go and yet I forced you from me, hating you even more for the confusion and that same bright light I felt inside me that first day. I didn't really think about it, I just kept hating you, enjoying the fact you wanted to be with me and then when I walked in this morning I knew I 'had' to be with you, I should have 'always' been with you...." He sighed thoughtfully, " I think that's why it hurt so much to look at you this morning, so much suppressed longing... I thought I was going to die." He lifted his head to match stormy silver eyes to tear drenched green. "But you know something, Harry?" he whispered, "I'm not sure I ever hated you at all." And he kissed him.
Several breathless moments passed and when Draco lifted his head once more both sets of tears had dried. "So you're saying," Harry gasped for air whilst smiling brilliantly at his mate, "That you hated me this long because you couldn't love me or because I didn't love you?"
Draco cocked his head, considering. "Both. If I hadn't been Veela I probably would have clung to my hatred all my life, but, because I am, it forced me to recognise that I hated you because I love you and because you didn't love me."
"But... I love you now?" Harry offered, squirming at the thought of that horrid little boy, who'd reminded him so much of Dudley, having harboured such a hatred for him all these years out of love when he'd been complaining because he'd gone a year unrequited. Draco smiled, his beautiful face flushed with love and desire.
"I know," he purred.
Harry grinned up at him. "It's just as well, really, that we left it this long," he giggled at Draco's raised eyebrow, "After all, if we'd been dating all those times Voldemort tried to kill me..." He widened his eyes fractionally, "Talk about your conflict of interests!" His laughter died down suddenly. "What will your father do when he hears?" he whispered and Draco sneered, arrogance reasserting itself.
"If he knows what's good for him he'll tell us everything he knows and wait for us to kill Voldemort... not to mention write you a 'long' apology letter."
Harry's eyebrow quirked. "We're going to kill Voldemort?" he asked in amusement.
"Nope, I am... then I'm going to give you his spine... maybe his head, too... on a silver platter. I had it all figured out earlier."
Harry looked vaguely green, but pulled Malfoy's head down for another kiss. "How sweet," he murmured, "And disgusting."
Draco chuckled, "Squeamish for a Gryffindor, aren't we? Besides, nobody tries to kill my baby and gets away with it."
"Baby?"
"Baby."
Harry grinned, blushing. "Kay then... does that mean you get a pet name, too?"
"Yup, I was thinking of 'The most gorgeous man in existence', what do you think? Has a nice ring to it, I thought."
"Yeah, but I think that's Lockhart's old nickname," they both shuddered, "Besides, I kind of like 'Hey, I love you, fuck me already.' Now 'that' has a good ring to it."
Draco tilted his head to look ponderously at his mate. "Hmmm, I'm not sure," he murmured, "better try saying it... see how it fits into a real conversation."
Harry grinned. " Hey," he said softly.
"Hey." Draco smiled back, looking deeply into Harry's heavy lidded gaze.
"I love you."
Shivers travelled the length of Draco's spine at the words, like frosted twigs scraped across a xylophone as all his hair rose up, eyes darkening in need. "And I love you," he rasped.
Harry lifted his head until his lips were a hair's breadth from Draco's, dilated emerald fixed onto dilated silver. "Fuck me already," he demanded quietly and a groan was torn from deep within Draco as he crushed their mouths together once more, fists clenching in each other's hair.
Swiftly drowning in each other kiss, they both whimpered as Harry's renewed erection jutted out to press eagerly against Draco's own dripping cock, the blond quickly thrusting back to increase the friction. Harry groaned, a deep guttural sound, as he felt sparks soaring through his blood at Draco's touch. He quickly tugged at his mate's tongue with his lips, seizing the writhing muscle and pulling it into the moist recesses of his mouth, gently slipping his lips back and forth around it in a gentle imitation of his lover's previous actions.
The Veela hunched over his mate, pressing all of him as close as he could get without breaking the surface of their skin, fussing hungrily into Harry's mouth as he trailed one hand down his lover's body to grip possessively around the shaft. "Need to touch you," he slurred, eyes slightly unfocused as he felt the hot, white need burning low in his stomach again. Harry moaned, bucking into the Slytherin's smooth clasp, murmuring in distress as the hand released him, only to moan anew when the clever hand slipped lower.
Circling the entrance briefly, Malfoy placed the tip of one finger against the rosy cleft, applying just enough pressure to have Harry thrashing wildly against the grass beneath them, but not quite enough to penetrate the hot, dark depths. "Draco... nngggh... oh uh... mmmm."
Harry's chest gleamed as drops of perspiration coursed across it, flowing down to catch in the dark trail of hair arrowing towards his straining cock. His muscles bunched and heaved as he undulated beneath Draco's ministrations, speaking gibberish punctuated by moans as the Slytherin dipped his head to bite at the gleaming ridge of his hipbone.
"Oh, oh gods, Draco, fuck me... oh, oh yeah, please... inside me.... come 'on'..." his voice rose in desperation and Malfoy decided it was time to reward his neediness, pressing his finger deep inside his inky-haired lover.
"You like that?" he spoke huskily, voice still catching in his fellatio roughened throat, watching in slumberous delight as his lover stilled beneath him, eyes wide in wonder. "How about this, baby?" Withdrawing swiftly, he thrust back in with two twisting digits, smiling devilishly as Harry's breath left him in a whoosh. "Or... this?" He rotated his fingers, scissoring them briefly before he turned them to caress Harry's prostate gland. Harry surged upwards, hands clutching wildly at Malfoy's shoulders. "Aah oh gods, Draco, oh, Draco yeah... just there, oh god... harder, please..."
Malfoy rocked his hips back and forth, miming the quickening actions of his fingers, face flushing with want when Harry squealed in pleasure as he added a third finger. His face burnt like a brand and every inch of his skin in contact with Harry's seemed to sing along its nerve endings, his body mere seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"You like that? You want more?"
His voice had deepened so drastically with arousal that he wondered if Harry would actually be able to hear him over his laboured gasps, his own ears straining to listen as Harry responded through lust-bitten, swollen lips.
"More... Please, Draco... want more."
Draco bit his own lip hard, fighting the urge to just drive brutally into Harry's waiting heat, needing to hear Harry say he wanted it just as much as he. "How much more, Harry?"
Desire bright emeralds fixed onto his with sudden fortitude. "All, Draco... I want 'all' of you. Now."
With a sob of gratitude and overpowering hunger, Draco eased his questing fingers from within Harry, enjoying the way the brunet arched his back, moaning at the loss and writhing in abandon, eyes still fixed imploringly on his lover. Malfoy positioned himself carefully, easing his mate's legs over his own upper thighs, tilting Harry up for a better angle, suddenly grateful for his sheer amount of experience in these matters. He was going to make this 'so good' for Harry, he thought, cock twitching in anticipation as he eased the head gently into the brunet's stretched opening. Harry caught his breath, eyes darkening in pleasure, his whisper carrying to his mate over the joint pounding of their hearts, "Give me all of you... take all of me."
Inexplicably, tears flickered at the corners of the Veela's eyes and he inclined his head to capture his beloved's lips. "I adore you," he whispered, pressing his mouth onto his lover's, plunging inside him in one easy stroke. Harry broke the kiss, back arching in surprise and pleasure at the total lack of discomfort, Draco already pressing against his prostate and nudging it as he withdrew to thrust back in again. He looked deeply into the blond's eyes, which had never left his face as he writhed beneath him.
"So good," Harry breathed in wonder and amazement, wrapping his arms and legs further about Draco in an attempt to hold him inside longer. "Feels so good with you inside me, so.... Full."
Draco chuckled softly, smile spreading as the vibrations his laugh caused had Harry squeaking and thrusting his own hips harder against the blond's. "Better than before? Better than my hands?" he mocked gently, tilting his hips to ensure his every stroke hit Harry's prostate square on, gasping as Harry clenched around him hard.
"Oh, oh so good, much better than.... Fuck yeah... oh god so 'right' inside me... gods... yeah... Ummm, just there, like that oh god, gods, Draco, please stop."
Malfoy froze, face whitening in horror, "Am I hurting you? Did I hurt you, where? I'll heal it, tell me where, baby, I'm so sorry..."
Harry's face fogged over in confusion for a moment, colouring even more as he lifted his hand the tenderly cup his mate's face, bringing him in closer for a kiss. "Not hurting me, Draco, it just felt so good I just didn't want to 'go' without you... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to frighten you."
Draco scanned his lover's face for any sign that he might be lying to protect his feelings, but all he saw there was love and the deep pink flush of passion, a smile hovering at his kiss-swollen lips. He sighed in relief and Harry grinned, deliberately flexing his internal muscles to squeeze Draco's cock, loving the hiss his lover made, the spark of white-hot lust returning to his gaze. "Fuck me," he stated, blushing slightly as he heard the wanton rasp to his voice, confidence increasing as he felt the blond's prick jolt within him at his words, "I want you, Draco, do it fast.... Please, I'm... dying for you." He blushed harder as Draco look searchingly into his eyes. "Dying for 'me'?" the Veela whispered evocatively, his tone sending thrills racing up and down Harry's spine, "You have no 'idea', Harry... you 'want' me right now... dying for me, though, comes a little later... want me to show you?" His purr resounded in Harry's ears as he licked his lips, drowning in the quicksilver gaze of the man looming over him.
"Please," Harry whimpered, body quivering in need as he shifted his hips, trying to force his mate back into action, "Show me."
Draco slowly drew his hips backwards, one long sweeping withdrawal that left Harry gasping in loss beneath him, before slamming back in roughly, pounding himself against the brunet's prostate. He maintained eye contact with Harry the entire time, repeatedly drawing his hips back slowly only to slam home a moment later. Harry puffed and mewled, biting his lip, but never breaking his lock with Draco's eyes, whimpering as the fire in his gut slowly built itself back up to inferno proportions once more, but at that moment Draco chose to change his rhythm.
He ceased his drawn out retreat, choosing instead to sink in deep, moving with little jabbing, shallow thrusts against Harry's prostate that had sweat rolling over both their brows to blind them both, stinging in their fused eyes, but not breaking their stares.
"I've...oh... wanted this for so long," Harry whimpered breathlessly, now clinging to Draco, the upward thrusts of his hips perfectly aligned with his mate's so that they moved as one, body's surging together with each breath, each moan, each sob of pure bliss.
"I did, too..." Draco panted, smiling crookedly as he leant down to swipe his tongue over a bead of perspiration dancing at the corner of his love's mouth. "I just didn't realise that most people don't get off thinking about their supposed nemesis."
Harry's eyes shone with delight, "You thought about me? Like that?"
Malfoy started to laugh, but broke off as it transformed to a moan midway, Harry's back arching, pushing their bodies closer as they began their final descent towards completion.
"I, uh... oh gods yessssssss... used to have this Ummm fantasy.... Was supposed to be me getting you to... oh, oh god... mmmm 'm so close, Harry, so close.... You're so tight, my god so hot..."
Harry twisted, skin barely containing his pleasure as he bucked helplessly against his silver-eyed lover. "Tell me.... Oh yeah, just there... tell me about the mmmm... the fantasy... Tell me..."
"Always fooled myself into thinking it was your.... Ah.... Your basic Slytherin 'humiliate the boy wonder' fantasy... standard stuff really... jerk off whilst thinking about shoving my cock down your highly unwilling throat except... oh uh... except..."
He was so close, so close and Harry was clenching around him so tight....
"Except?" Harry was dying, it was official, no one could feel this good and live... only it felt like it was about to get better... A whole 'lot' better.
"Except you were... uh yessssssss... willing... 'Very' willing and ... And oh god you always came when I did... Oh god, Harry... now, baby... now..."
He slammed in hard again, burying his face in Harry's neck at the precise moment the brunet began convulsing, his name torn from his lips in rapture. "Draco! Oh gods... Draco... Yes.... Oh, Draco... 'Draco'!"
This last scream of Draco's moniker was muffled by the subject of these exclamations, Draco swallowing the almost frightened shout of ecstasy with his lips, plunging his tongue in as Harry's body clenched harder than he could take around him, sobbing his own release into his mate's feverish lips, tears raking both their faces in orgasm.
Both boys hips jerked, grinding briefly as they rode out the last of the tremors, murmuring anxiously against the other's lips as they fell back to earth still wrapped in each other's embrace. Minutes passed, Harry staring sightlessly into the sky above, Draco gasping against his throat, kissing the steadily slowing pulse point here and there, to reassure himself that his heart rate, too, would return to its normal rhythm in time.
"That was..."
"I know."
Draco lifted his again sweat slicked head to gaze delightedly into his partners eyes, only to find the brunet regarding him with a tiny crease between his brows. "What? What is it?" he asked, panic swelling in his stomach.
"Didn't I read somewhere that a male Veela can impregnate 'anything'... i.e. including me?"
Draco laughed heartily, relief overwhelming him. "Oh, gods you had me worried there baby... no, no you won't be pregnant. I'm not full Veela... I can't impregnate you just like that!"
The little crease subsided, but Harry's smile was slightly regretful. "Ok... kind of a shame though... always wanted kids... and just think how cute a bunch you mini you's and me's would be jumbled up together."
"White blond with green eyes."
"Black hair with silver eyes." Harry grinned wholeheartedly up at Draco and the blond felt his own heart expand three sizes just looking at him.
"You... you'd 'really' want kids? 'My' kids?"
Harry nodded, "It's cool, Draco... maybe we could adopt someday or something. I don't care... I love you and you actually love me, too... that's all that matters to me."
Draco smirked "Course you love me, stupid Gryffindor... how could you not? I'm practically perfect in every way."
Harry burst out laughing, "When the 'hell' did you ever watch 'Mary Poppins'?" he guffawed and quaked with silent laughter when Draco raised an eyebrow and queried mock frostily, "Mary Who?" Of course the only way to quieten a laughing Gryffindor, as every good Veela crossbreed knows, is to kiss him into silence. After quite a while there was no laughing, only soft sighs and the odd giggle as Draco tickled lightly at his lover's ribs to keep the excuse of quietening him. Eventually a bordering on breathless Slytherin raised his head to look lovingly into his raven-haired mate's eyes.
"I adore you," he sighed, " I don't want to share you."
Harry's eyes crinkled in quizzical amusement. "You don't have to."
Draco sighed again, long-sufferingly as he cast his eyes down to hide the glimmer of satisfaction within.
"I will when we have kids."
"You want to adopt?"
"No. I want our own kids. Silver eyes, black hair, green eyes and silver hair... I want 'ours'."
"But you said..."
"I said you couldn't get pregnant just like that. Part Veela's have to use a potion to enhance the strength of their sperm so you couldn't get pregnant unless we were actually trying for a baby."
Harry said nothing for a moment, his eyes shining as tears spread across them, the moisture making the verdant gaze sparkle brighter than the dreaded Aveda Kedavra. "I love you so much," he finally choked out, lifting his body so he was resting on one elbow, the other hand lifted to cup Draco's face in one palm.
Draco already rested upon one arm, his other stretched behind his mate to cradle his nape as he lowered his mouth to Harry's. "Mine..." he whispered, pressing his mouth to each trembling corner of Harry's lips before drawing back to look deeply past the tears, "You hold my heart forever, my own. I love you."
Harry tilted his head up and backwards, the sun sliding over his jaw as Draco's head tipped down to block out the light, but in the instant before their mouths connected, a bright light gleamed between them, surrounding their faces and illuminating the love written upon their very skin and camera shutter clicked repeatedly.
"Way to go, Harry," Colin Creevey whispered, tears running down his face, the only sign of his crushing heartbreak. "You deserve him... and he you."
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He stared down at the muggle photo, images unmoving as wizard photos did, the subjects forever captured in that one pure moment of love before sealing their fate together. It made his old eyes smile and a tear spring to the corner of each in happiness. Those two boys had found such happiness in each other.
He lifted an aged hand to wipe way the excess moisture, adjusting his glasses on the end of his nose, as he moved to replace the picture in his desk drawer, with a twinkle in his eyes as his Potions Master strode in, scowling as he always did during school hours.
The years had been relatively kind to the snarling Slytherin, the Headmaster thought with amusement, noting that the sheer amount of sneering the man did at Gryffindors, and indeed students in general, had barely marked the haughty countenance. He folded his hands, awaiting the professor's next move with anticipation, barely containing his amusement as the darkly robed figure groaned loudly. "Oh you've not been looking at that appalling photo 'again'?"
He strode over to snatch the picture from the Headmaster's hands, scowling down at briefly before an odd light came into his eyes. "Bloody Creeveys," he murmured before stooping over the desk to press his mouth against the other professor's, sighing happily and deepening the kiss before drawing back, a look of distaste upon his face.
"You've been eating those 'bloody' Sherbet Lemons again, haven't you, Harry?" he snarled. The Gryffindor nodded, beaming widely at his mate, removing the slightly crumpled picture from his mate's hands to place it carefully in the drawer amongst the pictures of their children and grandchildren.
"I 'hate' it when you do that," Draco fumed, trying not to soften as he watched his love smooth way the creases at the edge of the much-loved picture.
"Yup," Harry affirmed, doing that bloody twinkling thing with his eyes to boot.
Draco chuckled softly, suppressing the urge to cast himself into his husband's lap and reminisce all day. " I love you, you great git."
Harry grinned wider still, pulling Draco down into his lap and running his hands through the still silky hair. "I love you, too, even though you're ten times meaner than Snape ever was."
"Thank you, and you're at least twice as batty as Albus was."
"Ah, that's all due to the Sherbet Lemons darling."
"I hate those things." Draco pouted and Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Kiss me anyway?" he said imploringly, eyes shining with love twice as strong as it had been a century before. Draco's mouth curved into a soft, adoring smile.
"Absolutely," he whispered. And so he did.
Fin.
N/B oh dear lord I wish I could go back and take out the 'baby's lol, just remember this was prolly written at least 5 years back and I'd only read books 1 thru 4 and egads I was OOC lol but hey, I still won't disown it purely because possessive!Draco still lights my hormones up ;P and he most likely always will ~ LadyVader 05/04/09
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Date: 2009-04-05 01:36 pm (UTC)Draco and Harry lurve forever! and personally, I love the "baby"s.
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Date: 2009-04-06 05:55 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you like the baby's, they made me blush to read them but bizarrely it always seemed to me to be a really sexy endearment :P
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Date: 2009-04-06 07:59 am (UTC)And oh thank you thank you thank you for fic reposts and the promise of a master ficlist! <3 *squishes you*
err... btw... any teensy weensy little chance that 'Struck' will ever escape it's WIP fate?? *puppy dog eyes*
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Date: 2009-04-06 05:58 pm (UTC)I PROMISE that Struck is on my To Do list, its just such a frikkin beast, lol, my chapter planner was for 36 chapters, I trimmed it to about 20ish but its just SOOO much so I either need to kill parts of it that I don't want to or just spend the next few YEARS writing the damn thing lol... either way it IS coming honesthonesthonest... I just don't know when. :P
BUT the Fic Masterlist is a hopefully fast occurring promise... I don't know quite how yet but I'm going to get one up somehow! :P
Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2009-04-07 02:11 am (UTC)...and, ya know, 20 chapters or 36 chapters; good things are worth the wait, no?
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Date: 2009-05-12 07:32 am (UTC)And yes, possessive Draco NEVER goes out of style!
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Date: 2009-07-14 06:34 am (UTC)I have a question for you. On the site where matinee was posted there was another veela/vampire fic on there where b/c harry and draco are each other's mates blah blah blah fall in love...(draco is a white winged vamp and harry's a black winged vampire). I can't recall the site and I've been wanting to re-read the story but I can't remember what its called or who the author is, and I was hoping there was a chance you might have read it and know where I can find it again?? If not, then no worries :)
thanks bunches love.
and keep writing more yummy stories!!! they're utterly fantastic!!
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Date: 2009-08-18 09:27 pm (UTC)I love your writing but there is one story I'm trying to find and I can't find it on your eljay.. and right now I'm having issues thinking of the title, but it was kinda play off of Willow with the powder that Harry was supposed to put on Crabbe and Goyle and accidentally sniffing some of the stuff himself and then sees Draco for the first time and then some blood-rushing action in the halls the next evening.. (T___T) I cry for the story.. do you have posted here? Please help.. :D
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Date: 2009-08-18 11:43 pm (UTC)I know I have them somewhere, Fair Play amongst them (the Willow one) but I have as yet to find them but I PROMISE the very second I locate the blasted things I shall be reposting post haste!!
Sorry I couldn't be of more help, I know its bloody annoying when you've got a yen for a particular fic etc but I'm glad you enjoyed Mate :) I hope to be finishing Humbled by the end of this year and then I plan to start wrapping Struck up too so please, lol don't fret. :)
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Date: 2010-08-13 04:02 pm (UTC)I didn't love slutty Draco in the beginning but all else was just brilliant!!!
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Date: 2010-09-29 07:37 am (UTC)thank you
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