FAMILY TIES

Chapter Ten


Harry had a reprieve of lessons for the night, and wanted to see Draco. He had waited patiently for Draco to make the first move towards him after healing his cut finger in potions the week before. He checked the marauders map and saw that Draco was in his rooms, alone. He did a disillusionment spell over his naked body, and slipped his invisibility cloak over himself just in case the spell faded.

He whispered the password that Blaise told him to enter Draco’s rooms. He was not surprised to see that Draco did not share his rooms with anyone. He walked over to the bed and slid his cloak off before slipping under the covers with him. He kneeled over Draco, his weight on his one hand as the other ghosted over Draco’s lips, neck, and chest. His eyes followed his fingers’ path as they stroked his waist and part of the hip that was revealed from the low-slung pajama bottoms.

Draco was dreaming of wet lips on his face and neck, arching his neck back for those lips to fully explore his skin. As he felt teeth nibble his neck, he woke up feeling the same sensations. He opened his eyes fully to see nothing, but felt the presence over him, the kisses moving up to his mouth. His hands came up to grasp very male arms, and moaned when he felt a hard cock brush against his own. “Who are you?” He quietly moaned.

“Shh. I mean you no harm. I needed to feel you,” Harry said close to his lips, “to taste you,” was added before Draco raised his head up to meet the invisible lips.

The kiss started soft and slow as they explored each other’s taste. Harry felt Draco’s tongue enter his mouth, then moaned when he tasted blood from his fang scraping against the other’s tongue. He met the questing tongue, sucking it into his mouth. He lowered his hips down, thrusting his leaking cock against Draco’s silk-covered one.

Draco’s hands traveled down the other’s back until they rested against the thrusting bottom. The full lips left his to move down to his neck again, his skin nibbled and sucked on. He arched his back up as the mouth moved lower, a swirling tongue teasing his nipple. He felt warm hands on his hips as his pajama bottoms were lowered, then bucked his hips up as a hand was slowly stroking his length. The mouth moved lower, the tongue delving into his navel before moving to his hip. The stroking of his cock went faster as he felt the skin being sucked on at his hip, he cried out in pleasure when he felt sharp teeth biting him. His hand buried into silken hair as the other one joined the hand at his cock. “Gods . . . I’m gonna . . . cum,” he panted, then moaned out loud when the mouth left his hip to take his cock deep into his mouth. He thrust up as he came, his cum eagerly accepted into the other’s throat.

Harry swallowed everything that Draco gave him, the taste of cum and blood a heady drink. He kissed his way up Draco’s heaving chest as he pulled up the pajama bottoms. He placed a soft kiss to Draco’s lips then leaned down to kiss his neck. “Sleep well Draco,” he huskily said by his ear, and slowly got up as Draco drifted back into an induced sleep. It was time to take care of his own needs in his own room. This night he had just wanted a sample of what would be his.


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Draco got up late the next day, missing most of his first class. He thought back to the night before, reassured it wasn’t a dream by the fresh hickies on his neck and hip. He sighed happily as he lay back and recounted the previous night. Instead of the invisible man over him, he saw the firm body, black hair, and green eyes in his place. He came again without even touching himself from his very erotic, graphic memory.

When he went down to the Great hall for lunch, he was slightly disappointed to not see Harry smirking over at him. It was something he expected and looked forward to. He had made a decision that morning to talk to Harry, and tried to catch his eye through the Care of Magical Creatures class that afternoon, then at dinner. He followed Harry to the portrait on the main floor, took a couple of fortifying breaths, then knocked.

Harry had just greeted Gaidon who flooed through his fireplace when he heard the knock at his door. “I’ll be right back. Meet you in the training room,” he said to Gaidon.

“Don’t be long Harry,” Gaidon grinned, then went into the enlarged room to ready for the training.

Harry ran up the steps to open the portrait. “Oh . . . hello Draco. What can I do for you?” He asked.

“You had said if I ever wanted to talk, that I could come to you,” Draco quietly replied, “if it’s a bad time, then . . . ” he trailed off.

Harry pulled him in, then closed the door. “I was just about to start a lesson. If you want, you can stay, and we can talk after,” he reassured.

“What kind of lessons?” Draco asked following Harry down the stairs to a comfy looking common room.

“Target practice,” Harry grinned as he shrugged out of his robes, leaving him in his jeans and T-shirt.

Draco admired the view, then stepped closer to look at Harry’s pointed ears. “How long have you known you were an elf?” he asked.

“Since a couple weeks before my birthday,” Harry said as they stepped into the training room. “Draco, this is my Uncle Gaidon. Gaidon . . . Draco,” he motioned to him.

“Uncle?” Draco asked after shaking Gaidon’s hand.

“Yeah. Turns out I have family after all,” Harry smiled. “I’ll explain later.”

“Okay Draco,” Gaidon said. “You can sit here but must remain quiet. It’s hard enough to get Harry to concentrate as it is,” he teased.

At Draco’s nod, the lesson began. He was surprised at the accuracy that Harry had with the bow and arrow on the target. Also enjoyed the sight of the muscles flexing in the arms and upper body as the bow was drawn back. After about an hour of the bow and arrow, they switched to the smaller daggers. Harry threw at still targets, then moving targets, then practiced throwing two at a time. They weren’t always meeting the mark, but were gradually getting better.

It was around eleven at night when Gaidon halted the lesson. He reviewed what Harry needed to work on, then hugged Harry goodbye before he left with a promise to see him next week.

Harry gathered his daggers and looked down at Draco who was still sitting. “Sorry about that. Hope we didn’t bore you,” he said using a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“No, it was . . . surprising,” Draco admitted.

“Let’s go sit by the fire,” Harry smiled, “I may have some butterbeers floating around.”

Once they were settled on the couch, with butterbeers in hand, they talked of some of Harry’s training. “So why the sudden change of mind Malfoy,” Harry asked suddenly.

“The past few years I’ve had many revelations about myself. I’ve seen what the dark side can do to people, and I don’t want to be like that,” Draco said, leaning his elbows on his knees.

“Like your father?”

Draco slowly nodded his head. “Yes, like my father. My father was always someone I looked up to . . . wanted to be just like him,” he sighed.

“A jerk,” Harry interrupted, “you did well.”

Draco looked to Harry, a small smile on his lips. “Lot’s of practice. Anyway . . . a couple years ago Voldemort came to our house just after he was resurrected in our fourth year. That was the first time I met him . . . or it. My father became a groveling excuse for a wizard, bowing before him, even after he was ‘crucio’d’ a few times. They went on to make plans on how they were going to capture you . . . to kill you. Being a Malfoy,” Draco smirked, “I asked why. Voldemort didn’t answer, but had me whipped instead, by father. That was just the beginning,” he added softly.

“The beginning?” Harry asked sitting closer.

“Every summer and holidays I spent at home, I had dark arts training from father. When I failed . . . and sometimes when I didn’t, I was punished. I got to know the dungeons fairly well,” Draco said giving a hollow chuckle.

“With Blaise healing you when you came back to Hogwarts,” Harry said.

Draco looked at Harry sharply. “How did you know that?”

“You must not say anything, but Blaise is my cousin.”

“Small world,” Draco sighed. “I knew Blaise was an elf, but to be related to the only other elf I know . . . ”

“He thinks very highly of you, you know,” Harry said. “He was here keeping an eye out for me.”

“I know. He’s one of the few people I’d trust with my life. Just how big is this family of yours anyway?” Draco asked.

“I have four cousins, three second cousins, four uncles, two aunts, and grandparents,” Harry replied, smiling at their memory.

“All elven?”

“All except one Uncle, who is a wizard.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Draco asked.

“Why did you tell me?” Harry countered.

“Because I feel that I can trust you, maybe to help me.”

“Help you?”

“Father is having me initiated during Christmas break,” Draco softly replied. “I don’t want to be a death eater Harry, and I don’t think Dumbledore can help, and I don’t want to put Severus at risk. He already does that every time he goes to those meetings.”

“You know?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I know Severus is a spy. I’ve been giving him information also about what father has been saying.”

“What about your mother?”

“Mother,” Draco started, his breathing hitched, “died during the summer.”

“How?” Harry quietly asked.

“Father was giving me one of his daily beatings, when my mother came into the room. She tried to stop him, when he ‘crucio’d her until she died.”

“Merlin,” Harry sighed, then wrapped his arms around the blonde.

“Potter! What are you doing?” Draco asked, trying to pull free from the very comforting embrace.

“Looks like you need this,” Harry warmly smiled.

“You don’t need to,” Draco whispered.

“I know,” Harry replied, “I want to.”

Draco stiffly leaned against Harry’s shoulder. “She never was the affectionate type like most others are. She never wanted her perfect appearance to be mussed up. She was there to offer me support or to praise my grades with a quick air-kiss to the cheek. I’ll never forget the smell of her perfume,” Draco sighed, snuggling more into Harry’s side, not noticing when Harry reclined back. “After father left the house that night, I took mother and changed her into her favorite dress, then buried her by the rose bushes she liked in the gardens.”

“When did that happen?” Harry asked stroking Draco’s back.

“About a week before school started,” Draco quietly replied, “I never got to say that I loved her.”

Harry tightened his hold on Draco while he let him mourn his mother. He felt Draco’s hand grip his T-shirt as he soothed the quaking shoulders. Once the tears dried, he felt the hold on his shirt slacken and Draco’s breathing deepen. He placed a light kiss to the top of his head and soon drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around his mate.


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