| Chapter Six: Something Wicked This Way Comes By Princesspepper |
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| "Are you ready to complete this bond, Malfoy?" he said wickedly. "You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this as much as you are, Potter." Draco murmured in Harry's ear, making him shiver with anticipation. Oh yes, it was time. Harry finished pulling off Draco's shirt in quite a rush and then quickly moved down to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them off in one fluid motion. Draco did the same to Harry while softly nibbling on the delicate skin just behind his ear. Harry moaned and lifted his hips up to meet Draco's. Draco smirked and thought, 'You like that, huh Potter?' 'Damn, I can't keep anything to myself anymore can I?' Harry responded mentally. 'Enough talk, lets just go!' Draco didn't need any further prodding. Suddenly and without warning, Harry was completely naked and Draco's mouth was upon his once more, tracing the shape of Harry's lips with his tongue and eliciting insuppressible moans from deep within Harry's gut. Needless to say, Harry was quite aroused by this point, and the cold air suddenly hitting his bare skin did nothing to suppress this. He violently ripped off Draco's boxers, but suddenly a wave of some other emotion came over him. Harry pushed Draco away slightly and just� looked at him. Draco looked into Harry's eyes and saw as they lit up with happiness. To Draco's great surprise, he saw a tear fall from one of Harry's emerald eyes. "What is it, love?" Draco asked gently. Harry shook his head and wrapped his arms around the other young man, pulling him closer again. Harry buried his face in Draco's neck and whispered, "I love you." Draco shifted slightly and kissed Harry lovingly, choosing to show his affection rather than saying it. The message seemed to come through, for Harry sighed and smiled when Draco pulled away. "To be honest�" Harry began, but then his voice began to trail off. "Hm? What are you talking about?" inquired Draco as he began tracing Harry's jaw line with kisses. "Well� I'm sort of� scared," Harry stuttered, frightened of Draco's reaction. "What is there to be scared of?" began Draco, concern reflecting in his silver eyes. "You do trust me, don't you?" "Of course I trust you," Harry began reassuringly. "We've done this before; it's not that I don't trust you. It's just that this bond thing� it seems so--final, in a way. Like a burden, rather than an advantage. I feel like more will be expected of me now that we're going to complete this." Draco felt very sorry for Harry, but he was in no� mood to have a heart to heart discussion with him. "Why is it," Draco chuckled, "that whenever we're about to do this, you strike up an important conversation?" Harry smiled and shrugged sheepishly, realizing that Draco was indeed right. He always seemed to get philosophical in times like these, not to mention emotional. "Just understand that there's nothing to worry about. What could possibly go wrong?" Draco said, oblivious to the foreshadowing going on. Harry nodded in resignation, and Draco took that as a green light. Needless to say, the two picked up right where they left off before Harry got all broody. Draco snatched his wand from the bedside table while straddling Harry, still kissing his bare chest. Once he was clutching his wand in his hand, he backed off slightly and positioned himself between Harry's legs. He quickly performed a lubrication charm (quite handy) before chucking his wand across the room, quite ready for the task at hand. Harry's mind felt as if it were the clearest it had ever been when Draco slowly slid into him. He was free of worries and paranoia. Free of all bothersome emotions. Free of any pain that he dimly thought he should be experiencing. The only emotion he could feel was the love he had for the other young man, and all he conceived physically is that what he was doing felt right. There was no other way to describe it. This was much different from the other times he had sex with Draco. It felt more climactic, as if his other experiences were just leading up to this one. If Harry had felt as if the two of them were united last time he and Draco did this, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. It was as if they were one being; moving together and predicting each other's actions. Draco sensed when Harry was nearing the edge and immediately slowed his pace; he wanted this to last. Harry groaned in protest, but Draco silenced him. "Why end it so soon?" he whispered, and Harry agreed. Finally, neither could take it any longer, so they came together; screaming and panting and sweating. It was the most intense thing either of them had ever felt, so Draco wasted no time in collapsing next to Harry once he had un-sheathed himself. They both lay there for several moments, enjoying the heavy weight of satisfaction the air seemed to carry. Draco eventually opened his eyes, turning on his side to face Harry. Harry still had his eyes closed; apparently enjoying the after effects of what he had just experienced. Draco noticed a drop of sweat on his temple, and leaned down to lick it away. Harry's eyes opened at the contact and he leaned towards Draco to kiss him. When the two broke away, Harry looked Draco in the eye. "Was it just me, or did that feel different than it did last time?" he asked, hoping that his wonderful feelings had been mutual. "It felt very different," Draco agreed. "But I suppose this time was more important. It sealed the bond we had started years ago." "That's right," Harry muttered. "In all the excitement, I forgot about that. Do you feel any different? I know I don't." "No, I don't either," Draco answered, "but I wouldn't expect to have a reason to feel different as of yet. I guarantee we will notice something the next time you have to save me." "Yeah, you're right� hey, wait a minute. I just saved your sorry arse from Voldemort, and you were top? That's just not fair!" Harry exclaimed, sounding scandalized. Draco immediately burst out laughing at Harry's logic. It was true; it may seem like that would make sense, but Draco liked being dominant. "You fail to remember that it was my turn," Draco said when his laughter subsided, trying to calm down Harry, who was now furious at Draco for laughing. Harry considered this for a moment. "True," he said finally, "but� you were in trouble and I saved you!" Draco chuckled again and kissed Harry. "I think this is hardly a good way to spend our time, arguing and all." "Fine," Harry grumbled, "but don't think you're getting off so easy. I'll remember this whole 'my turn' business, don't you worry." [//] It was awful late, and obviously the boys were tired, considering the various activities of the day, so they went to bed. Harry was the first to wake the next morning, and the first thing he became aware of was Draco, who had a content smile on his face and his arms tightly wound around Harry's middle. Harry so badly wanted to wake him up--he was sure he knew a creative way how--but he looked too adorable, lying there all innocent. But there was something he had to talk to him about! Oh well, he'd get back to that later, after he'd showered. So Harry carefully removed his arm from Draco's death grip and tiptoed into the shower. Twenty minutes later, Harry strolled out of the bathroom while towel drying his wet hair as he neared the bed. To Harry's surprise and delight, Draco was still asleep. This meant that Harry could have fun waking him up. He stood there for a moment, debating weather he should do it simply or� nastily. He decided he should stick to the innocent way; if he did the other thing he was thinking, they may spend hours making no progress. And again, Harry needed to talk to him. So, Harry carefully padded over to stand next to Draco's sleeping form, wondering if the other could feel his eyes on him. Maybe so, because Draco stirred slightly, but just ended up turning over so he was lying on his back rather than his stomach. Harry chuckled, but then decided it was about time he woke up. Harry lightly sat down on the bed and crawled over so that he was on top of Draco, staring right at his closed eyelids. He then leaned over so close that as he blinked, his eyelashes tickled Draco's cheek. Draco's face scrunched up at the sensation, his nose wrinkling in an adorable way. His lips parted slightly in his slumber as he whispered, "Harry�" to no one in particular. Harry started to laugh but quickly stifled the impulse so as not to wake Draco from his slumber just yet. Harry began the process by feathering his lips across Draco's face, starting with his forehead and working down to his chin. Draco stirred more violently, but still didn't wake up. Harry stifled yet another bout of laughter as he began softly licking Draco's collarbone. Harry stopped for a moment to observe the effect this was having, and was quite pleased to see that a soft smile was spreading across Draco's face, yet his eyes were still firmly closed. Harry was getting impatient, so with an evil glint in his eyes, he swooped down predatorily on the delicate, pale skin of his lover's neck and began sucking and biting in what he knew was a seductive way. Finally, Draco's eyes were wide open. He gave out a small yelp as Harry bit down particularly hard and began to sit up. Harry, however, didn't let him. He placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder as he continued to mark Draco's pale neck. When he was satisfied and positive that it would come out very red, he lifted his head to find Draco propped up on his elbows, surveying him with interest. "What a way to wake up," he murmured, sleep still clouding his already foggy gray eyes. "Well, it's about time you did. I woke up a half hour ago." Harry said, now getting off the bed. 'Where are you going?' Draco sent him mentally while grabbing his upper arm. 'Good point, where am I going?' Harry answered, suddenly pouncing back onto the bed. He came down hard, pinning Draco's shoulders against the mattress. Needless to say, the two of them snogged for quite a while. When Harry finally came up for air, Draco said, "So� what're we doing today? Classes don't start until next week after all." Harry smiled at his lover's enthusiasm and responded, "I don't know, but it sounds like you may have an idea." Draco looked down modestly, but then said, "Er, maybe we could walk around the place a bit. It has quite a beautiful garden, I heard." Harry smiled initially, but then his expression darkened. "What's wrong?" Draco asked, his face falling as well. "Actually, I was meaning to talk to you about that," Harry stated grimly. "I don't know if it's the best idea that we go broadcasting our relationship all over the place." "Well, why not?" Draco questioned. "We did at Hogwarts, and everything turned out all right. How much worse could it be here?" "Er, not much. It's not that that I'm worried about really. Do you think the school would let us continue to room together if they knew we were lovers?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, you've got a good point. So I suppose we'll take a friendly stroll then?" Said Draco, beginning to get up out of bed. "Good suggestion, pal." But a half hour later, after Draco had showered and dressed, the couple was on the way out of the door holding hands. Harry didn't notice, already accustomed to the constant physical contact with his significant other, but as he reached for the doorknob he paused. Harry looked at Draco and gently removed his hand from his lover's clasp. This was going to be harder than they thought� [//] Yes, it was very hard for Harry and Draco to walk within such close proximity of each other without one attempting to snog the other senseless, but they did manage. They thought of it as practice; after all, they'd be spending the next four or so years like this. The only time they could really show how they felt for one another would be in the seclusion of their dorm room. The prospect was so horrifying when Draco thought of it that he instinctively reached for Harry's hand. Harry was about to take it out habit, but then remembered. 'Sorry,' he said to Draco. 'Don't worry, we'll get used to this.' Draco merely gulped audibly. After a moment of silence, he responded, No, I'm sorry. It's just that�I waited a year and a half for it to be okay for me to be with you. Now it finally is, and the only thing standing in my way is this crappy school and its unwritten social rules.' 'I know precisely how you feel, love,' Harry answered after emerging from his thoughts. 'If anything, it was worse for me. I was convinced you had stopped loving me.' Draco's eyes welled up with tears. He supposed he knew this already, but actually hearing it from Harry broke his heart. After making a quick glance around the lovely garden to ensure that he and his boyfriend were alone, he wrapped Harry in a tight embrace, startling the taller young man. "Ack, stop it! What do you think you're doing, eh? You'll get us caught," he mumbled into Draco's shirt. 'No worries, love. We're alone. One quick kiss is all, I promise.' After warily looking around to make sure Draco spoke the truth, Harry caressed Draco's face, leaning in closer for the requested kiss. Harry knew that when his lips met Draco's that he would have an immense amount of difficulty keeping up the whole "just friends" charade. There had to be an easier way to do this; he just didn't know how. When the two broke apart, they continued down the garden path, now holding hands. Well, that was short lived. [//] Well, the couple was enjoying their stroll when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, came a loud heavily accented voice from behind them. "AMIGOS!" shouted the mysterious voice. Harry and Draco instantly dropped their hold on one another's hands, but it was too late, the guy had seen them. He was running towards them full speed, and seemed to not be able to stop as soon as Harry would have liked. He smashed into him, knocking Harry to the ground. "Oh, my," the guy said, "lo siento� ah! Como te llamas?" he was now asking Draco with a large smile on his face, revealing perfectly straight, pearly white teeth. Harry took a moment to observe this figure. One word came to mind: glittery. His white teeth stood out against his perfectly tanned face. His hair was a dark chocolate brown with complimenting caramel streaks in it. His shirt was a bold floral patterned silk with tight black pants. Harry didn't like him. At all. Especially the look in his eyes; they were gleaming with a strange, glassy light. Draco looked at Harry with a strained smile on his face. 'What the hell did he just say?' he asked Harry, looking very scared. 'He told me sorry� which I'm sure he WASN'T, then he asked you what your name was.' He answered bitterly. 'Ah, I see� wait, since when do you know Spanish?' Draco inquired. 'I took it in primary school. Ask him if he knows English. Say "hablas Ingles?"' Draco did. The strange glittery man answered, "Ah, si. I mean, yes. So, what is your name, guapo?" Harry's face turned red with anger. This guy was flirting with Draco! After he had seen them holding hands! Draco laughed at the guy's enthusiasm. "My name's Draco. What's yours? And what are you doing here in England? You definitely sound like you aren't from here." "Ah, yes. I am a foreign exchange student. And my name's Ricardo by the way. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Draco," drawled Ricardo, rolling the 'r' in Draco's name. Draco giggled, but then looked over Ricardo's shoulder to see that Harry was still on the floor, and looking very pissed indeed. Draco lightly pushed Ricardo away and stepped over to give Harry a hand. Harry took it gratefully and stood up, brushing himself off from the unfortunate fall. "Are you okay?" Draco said, concerned. "Just fine, love," Harry hissed, sending a death glare in Ricardo's direction. Ricardo looked oblivious, observing his perfectly groomed fingernails. "Oh, Ricardo. This is Harry, we went to school together," Draco said, gesturing towards Harry. "Yes," Harry said, while begrudgingly shaking Ricardo's hand, "I'm his boyfriend," he added, growling the last word. "Ah, nice to meet you Harry," said Ricardo in an oily voice. "Yeah, yeah, LETS GO Draco," said Harry in a huff, grabbing Draco's arm as he stormed away towards the dorm. "Bye, Ricardo," Draco shouted over his shoulder towards the Hispanic man. Ricardo waved back, chuckling lightly to himself. "This is going to easier than I thought," he muttered evilly, with the same cold glint in his eye that only Harry had noticed. |
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