Icarus Rising: Chapter 9 by Ryokoblue
Chapter 9: "Icarus Rising 9"
9.
That was nice.
"I should hope so," Harry chuckled, rubbing his foot up Draco's naked calf.
Not that. Of course that was nice. I meant the party. At the Burrow. I enjoyed talking to Hermione, she knows a lot of things. She told me that some muggle cities have trains running under the ground like worms. Can we go find one? And Ron said the next time we visit, he would show me his father's artifacts.
"I'm glad you had a good time," Harry repressed a grin, sighing happily instead. "It means a lot to me that you get along with them now."
Didn't I always?
Harry looked away. He refused to lie to Draco. "No, you didn't. You called Hermione names and made fun of Ron for being poor."
Oh. Draco was silent above him. I suppose I should apologize the next time I see them.
"That's very thoughtful of you," Harry shut his eyes blissfully, as Draco began nuzzling his neck. "You're such a gentleman."
They're important to you, Draco mouthed Harry's neck. So they're important to me.
"Oh," Harry breathed, pushing his hips up against his lover's. Draco reached between them and took both erections in hand, rubbing them over with slick pre-come. "Mmm, yes," Harry encouraged. "Touch me right -- aah -- there."
The blond rocked against him, sliding his own cock over Harry's. Pumping them more forcefully, Draco grazed his fangs down Harry's neck as urgent hands scrambled for purchase on his own sweaty back. Harry had discovered that the Veela's shoulder blades were particularly sensitive and he took deliberate care to massage them in his palms. Draco shuddered against him and worked their cocks harder in his grip.
Harry trembled and came, Draco following right behind him. Wetness spread between them, but it was warm and gratifying. "Draco..." Harry moaned, as the blond nipped at his ear.
God, Draco whimpered, burying his face in Harry's neck. Harry, I...
"Yeah. I know." Harry turned his face to kiss Draco's cheek.
I need you so much, it hurts.
"No, it's good," Harry soothed. "Everything's good."
A satisfied rumble reverberated though Draco's chest, prompting Harry to soft laughter at the purrs escaping his mate's throat. Draco continued scraping his fangs against Harry's neck, following the trail with an eager tongue. "Mmm. Did you bite me again?"
No, Draco shook his head. As much as I enjoyed marking you, I don't need to do it again. Once was enough to brand you as mine.
Harry smoothed his palm down Draco's back, coming to rest over his lover's hip. "I wish I could mark you too."
Draco grinned, pointing to his own shoulder at the blunt but distinct teeth marks there.
"I did that?"
Draco nodded. When you came. It won't scar, but it'll be nice while it lasts all the same.
Harry leisurely licked the shallow wound. "Do you regret not having another Veela for a lover?"
What? Draco looked at him, surprised.
"I mean, you'd probably be more compatible. A Veela lover could bite you back and would be as, um, proficient at... you know, all this stuff as you are."
Harry, no one on earth is better suited for me than you. That's why you're my one companion. And I don't love you because you make me feel good during sex. My skin is very sensitive to your touch, yes, but there are a million other things in you I respond to first. Your goodness, your heart. Your mind and spirit. I love you. There is no other and there is no better.
Harry nuzzled his nose against Draco's pale cheek. "This is so crazy. I mean, that this could ever happen..."
Is it really so unbelievable?
Harry thought of the small, superior boy in Madam Malkin's robe shop. He recalled a second year duel and a third-year Slytherin playing at Dementor in a cruel attempt to scare him. "Yes," he admitted.
We really didn't get along?
"No, we didn't."
I'm sorry, he offered.
"Don't be. If anything had been different, we might not be where we are today."
I'd still love you, Harry.
"Perhaps, but you probably wouldn't be such a... virile Veela."
Draco snorted, mouthing Harry's collarbone. I want to buy you something, he announced randomly.
Harry laughed at this apparent non sequitur, lightly stroking Draco's backside with his hand. "With what? The non-existent allowance the Ministry pays you for servicing me sexually?"
The blond shook his head. I know I'm not wealthy, but Arthur told me tonight that I have a safety deposit box at Gringott's. He gave me the key and everything. My father probably filled it with all sorts of questionable, yet valuable items.
"So you thought you'd hock them all and spend the pay-off on me?" Harry asked, clearly amused.
Draco shrugged. I have no need for Dark Arts treasure. I'd rather use what I have to buy you gifts.
Harry snickered, trailing his knuckles over Draco's cheek. "You're awfully sweet for such a Dark Creature."
A domesticated Dark Creature, came the easy correction. So can we go tomorrow? To Diagon Alley?
"Gringott's is closed tomorrow. But we can go the day after that if you like."
I would. I want to go to the stationery store and buy my own parchment and quills too.
"Who are you going to write?"
My father.
Harry froze beneath him. "Draco, you can't."
I want to go visit him in Azkaban.
"Draco, you must realize the Ministry will never let you near your father."
They might if you're with me.
"But why do you want to go see him?" Harry implored. "After what he did to you..."
I am not angry with him for what has been done to me. Although I cannot forgive him for trying to harm you. Still, he is the last link to my past. He can tell me about my mother. About my life before I came to be this... thing.
"You are not a thing," Harry snapped. "Don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise."
I could feel it tonight at the party, Draco continued darkly. The way people were watching me, like they wanted to own me. Possess me. I don't mind feeling like I belong to you -- I do, you're my mate -- but when other people look at me like that... it makes me feel like an empty, hollow shell.
Harry looked startled at the admission. "Draco, it's just your charm. They can't help staring at you any more than you can help being stared at. We just need to work on honing your Veela appeal until it's as restrained as possible." He looked up at the ceiling, sighing heavily. "Though you're likely to get gawked at if you plan on going out in public with me anyway."
Why?
"I'm somewhat, ah... well-known in the wizarding world. I guess I don't notice the stares anymore, but if they really make you uncomfortable, we could always cast glamours on ourselves before going anywhere."
Draco's arms tightened around Harry. I don't like the idea of anyone looking at you but me.
Harry chuckled. "Now you know how I feel. I can't even take you to the Burrow without causing a stir. People have some nerve, ogling you right in front of me."
Draco purred, kissing Harry's chest directly above his heart. I thought you said they couldn't help themselves.
"Well, they can't," Harry allowed. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Would people recognize me in Diagon Alley?
"Probably. Veela or no, you kind of stand out."
How come?
"You come from a very prominent pureblood family. The way you look is definitely distinctive."
I guess we could dye my hair, the blond proposed morosely.
"I think a glamour charm should suffice. Not quite so permanent. I like your hair the color it is naturally."
Will we have to glamour over your scar? Draco wondered.
"Definitely, why?"
I like it, the Veela leaned up to kiss the mark in question. I don't like that Voldemort branded you, but the scar itself is so unique. So Harry. You wouldn't be you without it.
Harry's skin tingled under Draco's warm lips. "And now I have another one."
I did that, he gloated.
"Yes," Harry laughed, patting his hip. "You did that. Hermione belittled it as a simple 'love bite,' but I think she's just jealous."
Draco stilled above him. She saw it?
"Err..." Oops. "Yeah, I showed her in private. You're not mad, are you? I'm just, kind of... well, excited about it, I guess. I wanted to show someone."
Oh. That's okay then, I suppose. She didn't touch you, did she?
"Hermione?" Harry laughed. "She was curious about it. But no, no touching occurred. I didn't think you'd like that too much, even though you know perfectly well how she feels about Ron. I'm entirely safe in her company."
What did she say? Draco wanted to know.
"She... well, to be honest, she was really worried."
Worried? Why? She knows I would never hurt you, right?
"Of course she knows that. She was just concerned we were getting too serious too fast. She worries that we're rushing things, err... did rush things. But she's happy for us, really."
She's right, Draco acknowledged. This is serious. But, well... I don't remember much about my past, and I don't want to wait before starting the rest of my life. That means not wasting a single moment I have with you.
Harry knew he should probably feel smothered by the force of Draco's emotional convictions, but all he felt was joy. He never imagined anyone would ever want him so badly, need him so desperately. Not for his magic, his name, or his money. But for Harry. Just Harry. Draco made him feel so loved. "I don't want to waste a single moment with you either," Harry smiled demurely. "You perfect my days."
Draco snickered into Harry's ink black hair. So romantic, Harry.
"Well, I wonder where I get it from, you gushy brat!" Harry retorted, affronted. "You make me ramble on like a schoolgirl!"
I'm glad you're not a girl. It's easier to know how to please you this way.
"Somehow I have no doubt you'd be able to wing it even if you had been mated to a female."
Maybe. I still like that you feel like me. Draco reached down, running his fingers through the slippery mess between them, and caressed Harry's balls.
"No one feels like you, Draco," Harry writhed.
There you go again, the blond smiled into his lover's neck. Going on like a lovesick--
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Malfoy," Harry warned.
Draco's finger circled Harry's entrance leisurely, probing it open gently. Harry tensed beneath him, gripping his thighs tightly around Draco's hips. Open up for me, Harry.
The dark-haired wizard made a point of relaxing under his lover's delicate ministrations, allowing a single digit to slip inside his quivering body. "I've just... I've never..."
No one's ever touched you here before? Draco guessed.
Harry shook his head. "N-no," he croaked, throat parched and dry. "Not there."
Where have you been touched? Who have you let touch you? Draco asked intrigued, finger exploring inside.
"I... There was Cho. All we did was kiss. Then sixth year, I dated Hannah... but we never -- ohh -- went so far as to have sex. And she certainly never touched me..."
Here? the blond finished, crooking his finger just so.
Harry nodded feverishly. "Fooled around with Justin Finch-Fletchley a few times during seventh year, but I was too confused to make things public with him and he broke it off."
Confused? Draco slipped another finger inside Harry, as if the man wriggling underneath him might not notice.
He did notice, hissing sharply behind his teeth. "He was a boy. And I was a boy. I didn't think people would understand..."
You had never been with a boy before?
Harry gripped Draco's biceps tightly as the Veela's long fingers continued to move within him. "Once, in the... the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room... I let Oliver Wood go down on me. He never tried anything again after that, so I -- uhn -- figured he got what he came for..."
Hmm. So technically, you're still a virgin.
"I guess," Harry colored slightly.
Draco licked across the blush on his cheeks. Don't be shy, Harry. I'm glad you've never been with anyone before.
"Of course you're glad," Harry's breathing hitched. "Possessive bastard."
The blond chuckled above him, fingers pumping inside Harry's body, reaching for that sweet spot. He knew the exact moment he found it, when Harry jerked up beneath him. "Uhn, GOD. Draco... What was...?"
Like that? Draco purred.
"God. Ahh... yes... don't stop. Please."
I won't stop. I won't leave you.
Harry mewled pleasurably. "Ooh... that's... I'm going to..."
Draco massaged the nub inside him with one hand as his other stroked Harry's cock. Come for me, Harry.
Harry's thighs quivered around Draco as he bucked and came for the second time that night. The Veela slipped his fingers from Harry's body and slid down to lick the come from Harry's belly. The green-eyed wizard's hands moved over Draco's soft locks, stroking gently. An eager tongue cleaned Harry thoroughly until there was little evidence left of release. Draco nuzzled his way back up Harry's body and settled into the arms waiting for him there. I love the way you taste.
"It doesn't glow like yours does."
Draco slipped his tongue between Harry's lips in response, letting the other man taste for himself. Harry crushed his lover's heavy body to his, relishing in the taste of his own come in Draco's mouth. Mine, the Veela growled.
Harry returned the sentiment mentally, not wanting to pull away from the kiss in order to speak. Only you can make me feel like this.
I just want everything to be good for you. Pleasuring you is my honor and my privilege.
Harry blinked for a moment, processing that, as a warm smile slowly spread across his face. Leaning up first for a deep, amorous kiss, Harry relaxed back into his pillow. I think Hermione liked our surprise.
Your tattoo?
"No," Harry laughed, switching back to spoken language as Draco settled sleepily against his chest. "I meant the book you helped me pick out. Remember? Famous Freethinking Feminists: Witches With Beauty, Brains, and Brass."
Oh, that. Sounded like her cup of tea.
"Yes, definitely better than your first suggestion: Breaking in Your Pureblood: How to Marry Into an Old Wizarding Family and Still Maintain Your Fabulous Muggle-Born Style."
It's a big book. I thought maybe she could hit Ron over the head with it, so he might get a clue.
"Hmm. Maybe I could use that book."
To hit me with?
"To read."
You don't need any such book. I'm bonded to you against my will.
"Poor baby," Harry coddled. "Forced to pleasure me for the rest of our natural-born lives. What a horrible existence."
Not really, Draco yawned. You smell good. You taste good. There's really nothing about you I don't like.
"How fortunate for me," Harry grinned.
Draco was silent for some time. Ron was angry. When he saw me kiss you.
"He'll get over it," Harry promised, combing his fingers through Draco's hair.
I don't want him to be upset with you because of me.
"Hey, it's okay. Really. He was pretty taken aback for a minute there, yeah, but Ron's a good guy. After the planets in his solar system realign, he'll realize it's not that big of a deal."
Not that big of a deal?
"You know what I mean. We're not hurting anyone by being together, least of all Ron. Sometimes it's just hard for him to separate who you are now from who you used to be. Ron is very protective of the people he cares about, and he's my best friend."
He wouldn't like the... old me being with you?
Harry mulled over the best response to that. "Let me put it this way: he would have been highly suspicious of your motives. The old you never gave any indication that you could like me for... well, for any reason, really."
Draco shook his head. I can't believe that. How could I not--
"Don't worry about Ron. He didn't even really act that surprised, come to think of it, I suspect he just didn't like being kept in the dark. Once I explained to him that I had been in the dark myself until very recently, he seemed somewhat appeased."
I didn't mean to... I mean, I wouldn't have... Are you sure you don't mind?
"Mind?"
People knowing. That you... that we...
"Draco, I told you already. I'm not ashamed of you. How could I be?" Harry smirked. "Everyone else wants you too."
They don't care about who I am. They care about what.
"Only because they don't really know you. It's very easy to care about you, Draco."
Draco smiled and snuggled deeper into Harry's arms. My mother always said I was supremely lovable.
"She did? You remember that?"
No, Draco conceded. But I like to think she might have. I like to think that she loved me and that she would love you too.
"She did love you, Draco. She used to send you sweets and gifts from home all the time. Sometimes you'd make a big production out of it, selecting a few choice people to share your goods with. Other times, you'd slip the packages into your robes and open them later, away from the Great Hall."
You noticed all that? the former Slytherin grinned.
Harry flushed. "Well, it was kind of hard to miss. You put on quite a show."
Did you ever want me to share my sweets with you, Harry?
"I wanted a mother of my own to send me things," he hedged, evading the question entirely. Truthfully, he never would have trusted anything passed off from the hands of Draco Malfoy, but he didn't want to say that now.
Harry... If I could--
"I know. Things are how they are. And right now, things here with you are good."
Then I must keep things that way. I will love you and protect you. And be on hand at all times to supply you with many gratifying orgasms.
Harry chortled. "Well, you certainly do that."
Maybe tomorrow morning we could have breakfast in bed.
"You think so, do you? Think I'll bring a plate of bangers and eggs right to your lap?"
I didn't mean that kind of breakfast.
"Oh. Oh!" Harry snickered. "Well, whatever it takes to satisfy your highness."
You satisfy me, Draco purred, contented.
"I do, don't I," Harry pondered in amazement. "I satisfy the insatiable lust of a full-blooded Veela. That's pretty impressive, if I do say so myself."
Very. Best rest up now, while you can.
"As you wish."
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9.
That was nice.
"I should hope so," Harry chuckled, rubbing his foot up Draco's naked calf.
Not that. Of course that was nice. I meant the party. At the Burrow. I enjoyed talking to Hermione, she knows a lot of things. She told me that some muggle cities have trains running under the ground like worms. Can we go find one? And Ron said the next time we visit, he would show me his father's artifacts.
"I'm glad you had a good time," Harry repressed a grin, sighing happily instead. "It means a lot to me that you get along with them now."
Didn't I always?
Harry looked away. He refused to lie to Draco. "No, you didn't. You called Hermione names and made fun of Ron for being poor."
Oh. Draco was silent above him. I suppose I should apologize the next time I see them.
"That's very thoughtful of you," Harry shut his eyes blissfully, as Draco began nuzzling his neck. "You're such a gentleman."
They're important to you, Draco mouthed Harry's neck. So they're important to me.
"Oh," Harry breathed, pushing his hips up against his lover's. Draco reached between them and took both erections in hand, rubbing them over with slick pre-come. "Mmm, yes," Harry encouraged. "Touch me right -- aah -- there."
The blond rocked against him, sliding his own cock over Harry's. Pumping them more forcefully, Draco grazed his fangs down Harry's neck as urgent hands scrambled for purchase on his own sweaty back. Harry had discovered that the Veela's shoulder blades were particularly sensitive and he took deliberate care to massage them in his palms. Draco shuddered against him and worked their cocks harder in his grip.
Harry trembled and came, Draco following right behind him. Wetness spread between them, but it was warm and gratifying. "Draco..." Harry moaned, as the blond nipped at his ear.
God, Draco whimpered, burying his face in Harry's neck. Harry, I...
"Yeah. I know." Harry turned his face to kiss Draco's cheek.
I need you so much, it hurts.
"No, it's good," Harry soothed. "Everything's good."
A satisfied rumble reverberated though Draco's chest, prompting Harry to soft laughter at the purrs escaping his mate's throat. Draco continued scraping his fangs against Harry's neck, following the trail with an eager tongue. "Mmm. Did you bite me again?"
No, Draco shook his head. As much as I enjoyed marking you, I don't need to do it again. Once was enough to brand you as mine.
Harry smoothed his palm down Draco's back, coming to rest over his lover's hip. "I wish I could mark you too."
Draco grinned, pointing to his own shoulder at the blunt but distinct teeth marks there.
"I did that?"
Draco nodded. When you came. It won't scar, but it'll be nice while it lasts all the same.
Harry leisurely licked the shallow wound. "Do you regret not having another Veela for a lover?"
What? Draco looked at him, surprised.
"I mean, you'd probably be more compatible. A Veela lover could bite you back and would be as, um, proficient at... you know, all this stuff as you are."
Harry, no one on earth is better suited for me than you. That's why you're my one companion. And I don't love you because you make me feel good during sex. My skin is very sensitive to your touch, yes, but there are a million other things in you I respond to first. Your goodness, your heart. Your mind and spirit. I love you. There is no other and there is no better.
Harry nuzzled his nose against Draco's pale cheek. "This is so crazy. I mean, that this could ever happen..."
Is it really so unbelievable?
Harry thought of the small, superior boy in Madam Malkin's robe shop. He recalled a second year duel and a third-year Slytherin playing at Dementor in a cruel attempt to scare him. "Yes," he admitted.
We really didn't get along?
"No, we didn't."
I'm sorry, he offered.
"Don't be. If anything had been different, we might not be where we are today."
I'd still love you, Harry.
"Perhaps, but you probably wouldn't be such a... virile Veela."
Draco snorted, mouthing Harry's collarbone. I want to buy you something, he announced randomly.
Harry laughed at this apparent non sequitur, lightly stroking Draco's backside with his hand. "With what? The non-existent allowance the Ministry pays you for servicing me sexually?"
The blond shook his head. I know I'm not wealthy, but Arthur told me tonight that I have a safety deposit box at Gringott's. He gave me the key and everything. My father probably filled it with all sorts of questionable, yet valuable items.
"So you thought you'd hock them all and spend the pay-off on me?" Harry asked, clearly amused.
Draco shrugged. I have no need for Dark Arts treasure. I'd rather use what I have to buy you gifts.
Harry snickered, trailing his knuckles over Draco's cheek. "You're awfully sweet for such a Dark Creature."
A domesticated Dark Creature, came the easy correction. So can we go tomorrow? To Diagon Alley?
"Gringott's is closed tomorrow. But we can go the day after that if you like."
I would. I want to go to the stationery store and buy my own parchment and quills too.
"Who are you going to write?"
My father.
Harry froze beneath him. "Draco, you can't."
I want to go visit him in Azkaban.
"Draco, you must realize the Ministry will never let you near your father."
They might if you're with me.
"But why do you want to go see him?" Harry implored. "After what he did to you..."
I am not angry with him for what has been done to me. Although I cannot forgive him for trying to harm you. Still, he is the last link to my past. He can tell me about my mother. About my life before I came to be this... thing.
"You are not a thing," Harry snapped. "Don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise."
I could feel it tonight at the party, Draco continued darkly. The way people were watching me, like they wanted to own me. Possess me. I don't mind feeling like I belong to you -- I do, you're my mate -- but when other people look at me like that... it makes me feel like an empty, hollow shell.
Harry looked startled at the admission. "Draco, it's just your charm. They can't help staring at you any more than you can help being stared at. We just need to work on honing your Veela appeal until it's as restrained as possible." He looked up at the ceiling, sighing heavily. "Though you're likely to get gawked at if you plan on going out in public with me anyway."
Why?
"I'm somewhat, ah... well-known in the wizarding world. I guess I don't notice the stares anymore, but if they really make you uncomfortable, we could always cast glamours on ourselves before going anywhere."
Draco's arms tightened around Harry. I don't like the idea of anyone looking at you but me.
Harry chuckled. "Now you know how I feel. I can't even take you to the Burrow without causing a stir. People have some nerve, ogling you right in front of me."
Draco purred, kissing Harry's chest directly above his heart. I thought you said they couldn't help themselves.
"Well, they can't," Harry allowed. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Would people recognize me in Diagon Alley?
"Probably. Veela or no, you kind of stand out."
How come?
"You come from a very prominent pureblood family. The way you look is definitely distinctive."
I guess we could dye my hair, the blond proposed morosely.
"I think a glamour charm should suffice. Not quite so permanent. I like your hair the color it is naturally."
Will we have to glamour over your scar? Draco wondered.
"Definitely, why?"
I like it, the Veela leaned up to kiss the mark in question. I don't like that Voldemort branded you, but the scar itself is so unique. So Harry. You wouldn't be you without it.
Harry's skin tingled under Draco's warm lips. "And now I have another one."
I did that, he gloated.
"Yes," Harry laughed, patting his hip. "You did that. Hermione belittled it as a simple 'love bite,' but I think she's just jealous."
Draco stilled above him. She saw it?
"Err..." Oops. "Yeah, I showed her in private. You're not mad, are you? I'm just, kind of... well, excited about it, I guess. I wanted to show someone."
Oh. That's okay then, I suppose. She didn't touch you, did she?
"Hermione?" Harry laughed. "She was curious about it. But no, no touching occurred. I didn't think you'd like that too much, even though you know perfectly well how she feels about Ron. I'm entirely safe in her company."
What did she say? Draco wanted to know.
"She... well, to be honest, she was really worried."
Worried? Why? She knows I would never hurt you, right?
"Of course she knows that. She was just concerned we were getting too serious too fast. She worries that we're rushing things, err... did rush things. But she's happy for us, really."
She's right, Draco acknowledged. This is serious. But, well... I don't remember much about my past, and I don't want to wait before starting the rest of my life. That means not wasting a single moment I have with you.
Harry knew he should probably feel smothered by the force of Draco's emotional convictions, but all he felt was joy. He never imagined anyone would ever want him so badly, need him so desperately. Not for his magic, his name, or his money. But for Harry. Just Harry. Draco made him feel so loved. "I don't want to waste a single moment with you either," Harry smiled demurely. "You perfect my days."
Draco snickered into Harry's ink black hair. So romantic, Harry.
"Well, I wonder where I get it from, you gushy brat!" Harry retorted, affronted. "You make me ramble on like a schoolgirl!"
I'm glad you're not a girl. It's easier to know how to please you this way.
"Somehow I have no doubt you'd be able to wing it even if you had been mated to a female."
Maybe. I still like that you feel like me. Draco reached down, running his fingers through the slippery mess between them, and caressed Harry's balls.
"No one feels like you, Draco," Harry writhed.
There you go again, the blond smiled into his lover's neck. Going on like a lovesick--
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Malfoy," Harry warned.
Draco's finger circled Harry's entrance leisurely, probing it open gently. Harry tensed beneath him, gripping his thighs tightly around Draco's hips. Open up for me, Harry.
The dark-haired wizard made a point of relaxing under his lover's delicate ministrations, allowing a single digit to slip inside his quivering body. "I've just... I've never..."
No one's ever touched you here before? Draco guessed.
Harry shook his head. "N-no," he croaked, throat parched and dry. "Not there."
Where have you been touched? Who have you let touch you? Draco asked intrigued, finger exploring inside.
"I... There was Cho. All we did was kiss. Then sixth year, I dated Hannah... but we never -- ohh -- went so far as to have sex. And she certainly never touched me..."
Here? the blond finished, crooking his finger just so.
Harry nodded feverishly. "Fooled around with Justin Finch-Fletchley a few times during seventh year, but I was too confused to make things public with him and he broke it off."
Confused? Draco slipped another finger inside Harry, as if the man wriggling underneath him might not notice.
He did notice, hissing sharply behind his teeth. "He was a boy. And I was a boy. I didn't think people would understand..."
You had never been with a boy before?
Harry gripped Draco's biceps tightly as the Veela's long fingers continued to move within him. "Once, in the... the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room... I let Oliver Wood go down on me. He never tried anything again after that, so I -- uhn -- figured he got what he came for..."
Hmm. So technically, you're still a virgin.
"I guess," Harry colored slightly.
Draco licked across the blush on his cheeks. Don't be shy, Harry. I'm glad you've never been with anyone before.
"Of course you're glad," Harry's breathing hitched. "Possessive bastard."
The blond chuckled above him, fingers pumping inside Harry's body, reaching for that sweet spot. He knew the exact moment he found it, when Harry jerked up beneath him. "Uhn, GOD. Draco... What was...?"
Like that? Draco purred.
"God. Ahh... yes... don't stop. Please."
I won't stop. I won't leave you.
Harry mewled pleasurably. "Ooh... that's... I'm going to..."
Draco massaged the nub inside him with one hand as his other stroked Harry's cock. Come for me, Harry.
Harry's thighs quivered around Draco as he bucked and came for the second time that night. The Veela slipped his fingers from Harry's body and slid down to lick the come from Harry's belly. The green-eyed wizard's hands moved over Draco's soft locks, stroking gently. An eager tongue cleaned Harry thoroughly until there was little evidence left of release. Draco nuzzled his way back up Harry's body and settled into the arms waiting for him there. I love the way you taste.
"It doesn't glow like yours does."
Draco slipped his tongue between Harry's lips in response, letting the other man taste for himself. Harry crushed his lover's heavy body to his, relishing in the taste of his own come in Draco's mouth. Mine, the Veela growled.
Harry returned the sentiment mentally, not wanting to pull away from the kiss in order to speak. Only you can make me feel like this.
I just want everything to be good for you. Pleasuring you is my honor and my privilege.
Harry blinked for a moment, processing that, as a warm smile slowly spread across his face. Leaning up first for a deep, amorous kiss, Harry relaxed back into his pillow. I think Hermione liked our surprise.
Your tattoo?
"No," Harry laughed, switching back to spoken language as Draco settled sleepily against his chest. "I meant the book you helped me pick out. Remember? Famous Freethinking Feminists: Witches With Beauty, Brains, and Brass."
Oh, that. Sounded like her cup of tea.
"Yes, definitely better than your first suggestion: Breaking in Your Pureblood: How to Marry Into an Old Wizarding Family and Still Maintain Your Fabulous Muggle-Born Style."
It's a big book. I thought maybe she could hit Ron over the head with it, so he might get a clue.
"Hmm. Maybe I could use that book."
To hit me with?
"To read."
You don't need any such book. I'm bonded to you against my will.
"Poor baby," Harry coddled. "Forced to pleasure me for the rest of our natural-born lives. What a horrible existence."
Not really, Draco yawned. You smell good. You taste good. There's really nothing about you I don't like.
"How fortunate for me," Harry grinned.
Draco was silent for some time. Ron was angry. When he saw me kiss you.
"He'll get over it," Harry promised, combing his fingers through Draco's hair.
I don't want him to be upset with you because of me.
"Hey, it's okay. Really. He was pretty taken aback for a minute there, yeah, but Ron's a good guy. After the planets in his solar system realign, he'll realize it's not that big of a deal."
Not that big of a deal?
"You know what I mean. We're not hurting anyone by being together, least of all Ron. Sometimes it's just hard for him to separate who you are now from who you used to be. Ron is very protective of the people he cares about, and he's my best friend."
He wouldn't like the... old me being with you?
Harry mulled over the best response to that. "Let me put it this way: he would have been highly suspicious of your motives. The old you never gave any indication that you could like me for... well, for any reason, really."
Draco shook his head. I can't believe that. How could I not--
"Don't worry about Ron. He didn't even really act that surprised, come to think of it, I suspect he just didn't like being kept in the dark. Once I explained to him that I had been in the dark myself until very recently, he seemed somewhat appeased."
I didn't mean to... I mean, I wouldn't have... Are you sure you don't mind?
"Mind?"
People knowing. That you... that we...
"Draco, I told you already. I'm not ashamed of you. How could I be?" Harry smirked. "Everyone else wants you too."
They don't care about who I am. They care about what.
"Only because they don't really know you. It's very easy to care about you, Draco."
Draco smiled and snuggled deeper into Harry's arms. My mother always said I was supremely lovable.
"She did? You remember that?"
No, Draco conceded. But I like to think she might have. I like to think that she loved me and that she would love you too.
"She did love you, Draco. She used to send you sweets and gifts from home all the time. Sometimes you'd make a big production out of it, selecting a few choice people to share your goods with. Other times, you'd slip the packages into your robes and open them later, away from the Great Hall."
You noticed all that? the former Slytherin grinned.
Harry flushed. "Well, it was kind of hard to miss. You put on quite a show."
Did you ever want me to share my sweets with you, Harry?
"I wanted a mother of my own to send me things," he hedged, evading the question entirely. Truthfully, he never would have trusted anything passed off from the hands of Draco Malfoy, but he didn't want to say that now.
Harry... If I could--
"I know. Things are how they are. And right now, things here with you are good."
Then I must keep things that way. I will love you and protect you. And be on hand at all times to supply you with many gratifying orgasms.
Harry chortled. "Well, you certainly do that."
Maybe tomorrow morning we could have breakfast in bed.
"You think so, do you? Think I'll bring a plate of bangers and eggs right to your lap?"
I didn't mean that kind of breakfast.
"Oh. Oh!" Harry snickered. "Well, whatever it takes to satisfy your highness."
You satisfy me, Draco purred, contented.
"I do, don't I," Harry pondered in amazement. "I satisfy the insatiable lust of a full-blooded Veela. That's pretty impressive, if I do say so myself."
Very. Best rest up now, while you can.
"As you wish."
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