Dark bonds

Disclamier: I do not own so let me be!

A/N: Thanks all for reviewing, it really does mean alot and encourages me to update faster. *hugs* to all. Thanks to my beta Sig, BTL, whatever else you aer called, I forgot.


* * *

Chapter 9

Draco and Harry were sitting in the middle of an empty corridor, their backs against the walls, talking to each other. They were talking about their lives and exposing secrets they never shared with anybody. Every now and then they would stop talking to just think or sneak a small kiss, feeling like they had been lovers for their whole lives.

“I never knew that’s what your life was like.” Harry looked into Draco’s warm gray eyes. “I figured you had everything you wanted.” Draco sighed and leant in closer to Harry, whispering in his ear, “My life is far from perfect.” He rested his head and continued explaining his past to Harry: How his father used to never be around. Having to live with the ‘Malfoy’ name. Learning to live life as a half vampire. When he finished, Harry didn’t know what to say so he brushed Draco’s light blonde hair out of his face and kissed him gently on the forehead.

Harry told Draco about everything as well. Draco’s eyes lit up in rage when he mentioned having to live in a small cupboard under the stairs until his eleventh birthday.

“They didn’t?!” Draco exclaimed, his gray eyes losing their warmth.

“I didn’t care that much. I just had to get used to spiders.” Harry laughed softly and Draco frowned.

“You realize you can’t go back?” Draco said, folding his arms in a very Malfoyish manner.

“I have to.” Harry paused. “It’s my protection.” He then proceeded to tell Draco about the prophecy and how he needed to stay at his aunt and uncles house until Voldemort was destroyed. Harry tried to reassure Draco that it wasn’t s bad as it all sounded but Draco was still hesitant. He ended the conversation mumbling something about going to see Dumbledore, his father, and Fudge. Harry laughed and Draco looked up seeing his emerald eyes truly happy and amused.

“What?” Draco asked incredulously. Harry didn’t answer but instead he kissed him lightly on the lips. The kiss awakened a hunger in Draco and he felt another need to taste Harry’s smooth skin and dark scarlet fluid. Harry sensed that feeling, in a way he could never explain, and tilted his neck to allow Draco access.

Draco plunged his sharp, white fangs into Harry’s lightly tanned flesh, breaking open the small scar from where Draco healed Harry last time. Blood poured out of the two s ans and down into his throat. It tasted delicious and both boys were enjoying every minute of it. Harry grasped the back of Draco’s head, pushing him in deeper. He moaned with a painful pleasure and then Draco stopped, slowly sliding out his perfectly white fangs, now slowly dripping with blood. He licked them off with his tongue and kissed Harry, letting him taste his own blood. He let the blood mingle into his own mouth and swallowed it, moaning at the taste of his own warm liquid. Draco went to place his hand over Harry’s still bleeding wound, but was stopped.

“Don’t,” Harry said, placing a hand wrapped in a handkerchief over the cut, stopping the flow. Draco looked at him questioningly and Harry just replied, “I want it to show that we are truly bound to each other.” Draco nodded and kissed Harry roughly on the mouth. Harry slipped his tongue through his barely parted lips and started to rub it on top of Draco’s.

Harry placed his hand on Draco’s thigh, moving it slowly toward his growing erection but Draco stopped him. Breaking the kiss he said, “We should go up to our dormitory.” Harry blushed, just remembering they were in a hallway and he got up and walked to their tower. Both realized that they would spend the night truly showing their love for each other, and sealing the bond.

* * *

Kiss me, love, and taste me in your tongue. I love your touch, your taste, you’re my only one. I will be with you in the light of the stars. We will make love, and the world will feel like ours.


* * *


Draco walked into theommoommon room, following in Harry’s wake. The Gryffindor showed his nervousness visibly while Draco just had a glimmer of it in his gray eyes. Harry walked towards Draco and kissed him softly on the lips. Draco moaned and deepened the kiss, pulling the other boy close. Eagerly, he slipped his tongue through Harry’s already parted mouth and started stroking the other’s with a feather light touch. Harry shivered and broke the kiss.
He lightly grasped Dracoerfeerfect hand and brushed it lightly with his thumb before leading him up the spiraling steps. Draco looked into his emerald eyes and saw lust and purity. Both boys wanted this moment to come alive. Draco followed closely, his breath ragged and harsh. When they entered the bedroom, Harry turned around and kissed Draco gently and sweetly, reassuring tha that this moment would be bliss.

His hands slid down the other boy’s perfectly sculpted body and rested near the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, Harry lifted it over Draco’s head and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Leaning Draco over the edge of the bed, he pushed him back and straddled him, his knees on either side of Draco. Harry bent over and started to tease Draco’s nipple with his tongue. First he would bite at it and then after releasing it, he would lick his nipple to soothe the redness. Draco moaned in pleasure and started to tug at Harry’s shirt, silently begging him to take it off. Harry obliged and lifted the shirt off and over his head to reveal his beautiful tanned chest. Draco growled and flipped over so they could switch positions.

Draco smiled, showing his sharp, white fangs and Harry shivered in anticipation. Lacing his hand around the back of Harry’s head, tangling his fingers in his hair, he started lightly nipping along Harry’s smooth chest. Leaving little red marks wherever his teeth sunk lightly into his skin. Draco moved along his body until he reached Harry’s neck and plunged his fangs in leaving a small stream of warm blood flowing down from the two holes. Draco licked it up and then kissed Harry, the taste of his hot, wet tongue intermingling with the taste of the fresh blood. Draco moaned and found the buttons to Harry’s trousers. After undoing them, he ripped the pants off the beautifully shaped legs and threw them to the ground. Harry lay on the bed in a pair of black silk boxers, a small stain of blood trailing from his neck to his left nipple. He looked beautiful.

Pouring from the small wound on his neck was some fresh blood so Draco ran his finger over it and licked it off, watching Harry with his silver eyes. It tasted salty, yet sweet, and Draco savored the flavor. He leant down to Harry’s chest and licked off the rest with his tongue before giving Harry a gentle kiss, mlikelike the one he first received. Draco heard Harry moan and looked at Harry to see a hard erection. Draco smiled and kissed Harry on the forehead.

Harry could feel the strain of his aching cock against the light silk of his boxers. He turned to look at Draco, whose sleek blonde hair and glinting steely-gray eyes pierced through his soul. Draco moved his hands to his own waistband and slid off his trousers, revealing his own pair of white satin boxers. He straddled Harry again and started to rock lightly, their erections sliding against each other causing the smallest amount of tantalizing friction. Harry moaned and thrust his hips forward into Draco’s.

Sweat covered as as they continued their teasing, until Harry decided he wanted more. His newly developed aggressiveness made him flip Draco over swiftly, removing both of their boxers. Draco smirked at Harry’s eagerness and when Harry smiled back there was something different in his smile, Draco couldn’t exactly place.

Draco watched Harry as he got up to fetch a bottle of lubricant. His mind was filled with curiosity. ‘Was this Harry’s first time?’ he thought, but then something in his head reassured him it wasn’t. Both boys were virgins, but so in lust and love that inner spirits were guiding them through the motions of love making. Harry returned to the bedroom, placing the lubricant on the bed and smiling at Draco, he leant in for a quick, reassuring kiss.

Harry looked at his lover and asked him with a nod if he was still sure. Draco moaned in response so Harry spread Draco’s legs apart and wormed his tongue into Draco’s opening, the warm saliva from his mouth making Draco relax. Harry’s tongue did bobbing motions in and out of Draco, accidentally hitting a sensitive area, so Draco made a small gasp and pulled Harry up by the hair for a kiss. Harry eagerly returned the kiss, taking Draco’s hot, wet tongue in his mouth and then broke it. After making sure that Draco was still wet, Harry slid one of his fingers inside of his warm opening. Draco gasped and Harry added another finger, hitting Draco’s prostate. After stretching him out, he removed his fingers and covered himself in a lubricant. He entered Draco slowly, and the other boy cried out in a painful pleasure. This made Harry’s stiff member ache, so he began thrusting into Draco with a slow rhythm. Draco cried out and Harry leant over for a kiss. Just to make sure the other boy was okay. Draco was, so Harry moved in and out, but when Draco moaned again, Harry started to go faster. He grabbed Draco’s erection and started rubbing it in the same motion that he was thrusting into Draco.

“Harry!” Draco called out, looking into Harry’s lust filled green eyes. Draco’s eyes were dark gray and his fangs shimmered in the dull light of the room. Harry thrust faster and within minutes, both boys came. Harry leant down and kissed Draco roughly, biting down on his lower lip. He moved his head down to Draco’s nipples and started to suck lightly and then he bit down hard, surprised to see a slow trickle of blood appear. Draco cried out and Harry licked the spot over with his tongue, sucking down the blood that he accidentally released. He moved his head back up to Draco’s mouth and they kissed again, his tongue entering the other boys’ mouth, enveloping Draco’s tongue.

They were slowly moving around the bed, as if they were, ce, connected by the passionate kiss their tongues were taking part in. Draco broke the kiss and bit down on Harry’s neck again, sucking down his scarlet fluids. After he finished, he raised his hand to the wound and healed it. After kissing him gently again, on the mouth, he whispered, “I love you, Harry.”

Harry lifted his head and responded, “I love you too.”