A War at the End of the World

I will update again soon. Sorry I’ve been so mia. For a while the doctor though I had cancer so that threw me out of the writing mood. But its all resolved and I am no longer in worry of cancer. Thanks for the reviews. Keep them up.

I won noting but a cheap t-shirt. Not even Ron.

Roozete: to answer you questions: Deliberate, you’ll see why. I don’t know about the test thing…sometimes I think being too technical hurts my head. I just kinda let it go sometimes. If it really bugs anyone I can answer it later, but otherwise I’ll just let it slide and keep it in mind for the next series. Wrong weasely. Think percy.


Chapter 12: Control

Draco Malfoy was an ass.

“You are such an ass Draco.”

Men can’t have babies. Not even when bonded with a veela.

“I never told you could get pregnant. I just told you the book addressed the issue.”

The two boys had spent the entire day in the library reading, Draco discovering the complications that could arise with his mate being fae and Harry learning the intricacies of being a veela’s mate. Harry had poured over every inch of the book reading through customs and ceremonies, special times of the year and proper etiquette for meeting members of the veela’s family. He had even reread the embarrassingly extensive chapters on sex and mating season, hoping to uncover the information that he was looking for. It wasn’t until the end of the book—actually it was more like thorough essay—in a footnote Harry read that there had never been evidence of a mated pair of full-blooded male veelas that were able to conceive a child. The footnote went on to describe how the ministry itself was responsible for the veela myth of male pregnancy, since many in the ministry wished to keep magical creature and wizard bloodlines separated, allowing only male bondings that would never produce offspring. Even though it was said that they could.

It had been a cruel thing to do, the false hope, but it had been done. Not that Harry cared much about that.

“Ass!”

Draco laid back on his couch with a slightly cruel smirk on his lips. “Can’t deny that you learned some valuable things from the book though?”

Harry walked over to the couch and nudged Draco’s legs off the couch before sitting down himself. “Learned how much of a git you are.”

“Ah, are you going to be mad at me all night?” Draco sat up, leaned close to Harry and leered. “Did you want me to make it up to you?”

Harry moved away from Draco. Just a bit. “No I don’t want you to make it up to me. I’m mad at you. And I will stay mad at you for a good long time, thank you very much.” Harry turned his head away from Draco and focused on the far side of the room. He wasn’t be very mature at the moment, but he didn’t care. He had to get it through Draco’s skull that he couldn’t be a total prat and expect mind numbingly fantastic sex to make it up to him.

Harry did a mental double take. Did he really just think that?

Draco couldn’t quite believe the words that were coming out of his mate either. And didn’t.

Draco resettled himself on the couch so that he was sitting on it, pressed tightly against Harry, leaving little if any room for the other boy to move.

“Harry you really can’t be that mad at me. I didn’t lie to you. Would you have rather have read all those things or had my father explain it all to you?” Draco’s question made Harry shift uncomfortably.

“Why would he do that?” Harry asked, leaning back over the arm of the couch trying to put a little room between himself and Draco.

“Well,” Draco began as he leaned into Harry, following the other boy as he bent over the couch arm. “As my mate you are now part of the Malfoy family and as such you are deemed our responsibility. Any lapse in etiquette or knowledge wouldn’t have been seen as a mark against you, but one against the family. Specifically my father since he’s the head of the family.” Draco was, at this point, practically lying on top of Harry, the bottom halves of their bodies pressed tightly together on the couch while the top halves hovered over the edge of the couch, not quite touching, but close enough that Harry could feel the heat from Draco’s body. “My father wouldn’t stand for being thought of as being negligent in educating you. You would have had to of sit through him explaining all of this to you. Even the sex stuff.” Draco licked the tip of Harry’s nose, causing the boy to gasp.

“I thought I was doing you a favor, but if I wasn’t I can still have father explain everything to you.”

Harry would have blushed, but he didn’t have enough blood for it. At least not enough blood to blush and keep the raging erection that was currently pressed uncomfortably against Draco.

“I have told you what an ass you are, haven’t I?” Harry was shiny with sweat and strain.

Draco only smiled at his mate and then suddenly the two of them were in Draco’s bedroom without their clothes. Harry almost had enough presence of mind to wonder how that happened, but felt Draco’s already slick fingers enter him quickly, leaving him with no other choice, but to groan. Or maybe moan. Neither could really tell right at that moment.

Draco moved his finger in and out of Harry slowly, twisting and turning with every thrust, while he crooked his finger just so in order to get the desired response from his mate. Harry writhed beneath him trying to crawl away from the over stimulation that Draco was giving him. The image almost made Draco think a turtle that had been flipped onto its back, but then Draco had never seen a turtle that he wanted to slam into the bed as hard as he possibly could.

Just as Harry began to get used to the single digit Draco added a second and then a third when he felt Harry begin to relax into the sensation again. He kept an almost cruel pace up, fingering Harry until the other boy could barely breath right and then without warning he removed all but one finger and slowed down his ministrations, which forced Harry to look focus his blurred vision and give the blonde his best death glare.

“If you don’t have a good reason for dragging this out I will kill you for real this time.”

And there was no doubt in Draco’s mind that Harry was more than willing to follow through with his threat. He had expected that. Wanted that. Planned that.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Draco said softly, in his best bedroom voice.

Harry groaned and wiggled his hips slightly. “Talk later. Fuck me now.”

“No,” Draco said. “We talk now. I finished you in a minute.” The air thickened slightly and Harry noticed. Draco was pulling on his power. It sobered Harry a little. Though only a little.

“Alright,” Harry said petulantly. “But hurry up.” And then he groaned as Draco hooked his finger just right as a small reward for Harry’s acquiescence.

“I want you to be mine,” Draco deadpanned.

Harry gasped again as another finger was added. “I am. We’re mates aren’t we? How much more yours can I be.”

Draco took a deep breath and slowed down his thrusting again, but didn’t remove a finger from Harry. “I don’t want you to be just mine as mate. I want you to give up magical rights to me.”

Harry sobered a little more. “What does that mean?”

“It means your Harry. It also means that you’re mine. Your body is mine. Your magic is mine. Your will is your own, but you can’t act against my wishes. In anything.”

“Why would I agree to that?” Harry said trying to move away from Draco now, but unable to extract the other boys fingers from where they were steadily palping his prostate.

“I can’t explain that. For the spell to work you have to agree without reason. You have to trust me implicitly.”

“What if I don’t trust you?” Harry asked a little scared now and still very turned on. Draco’s hand saw to that.

“You trust me Potter. You know you do. You may not like admitting it so quickly, but the minute you accepted me you trusted me with your life. You already made this concession, I’m just asking you to make it more official and binding.” Draco leaned forward and kissed the tip of Harry’s erection, a string of pre-cum following his lips as he pulled away.

Harry wanted to tell Draco that he was insane, but he realized that he couldn’t. He was laying on the blonde’s bed, two fingers stuffed in his ass, and Draco’s magic wandering around him, coating his like an expensive glove. He did trust Draco. Probably more than he ever trusted anyone. Even Ron. And though some of that was the mating magic he knew that a lot more of it was simply because in some way he knew Draco on a primal level. But still to give up control of himself to Draco wasn’t something he had ever thought about doing before. Giving up control to anyone was not something that he ever thought he would do before. And he didn’t think he would start now.

Harry opened his mouth to tell Draco as much, but instead of telling Draco no, he found himself saying, “Yes. I give you control.”

The minute he said it he felt Draco’s magic slam down into him like a wild fire. It smashed through every nerve in his body leaving behind a wake that was somehow Draco. The force of power reached down into Harry’s very core and washed through his magic until he thought he might explode. Just before Harry couldn’t take anymore the force receded and Harry was left feeling how he had just moments before. Horny, full, and frustrated. He felt like himself, but in someway he also felt himself with the sense that in everyway that did and didn’t count, he was Draco’s.

Draco moved up over Harry and positioned himself at the other boy’s hole. “You won’t ever regret this Harry. I’ll make sure of it.” And then he was slamming into Harry with all the force his fingers had promised.

Harry for his part was silent contemplating what he had just done. His face was turned away and his eyes were glazed as if he were ready to cry. He knew he had meant it when he had said it, but he couldn’t quite get over the fact that he did say it.

Draco kept pounding into Harry, but took a moment to move the other boy’s face so that they were looking into each other’s eyes.

“So what am I now?” Harry asked clearly upset. “Your pet?”

Draco didn’t say anything, but swooped down and kissed Harry in a long lingering way that stole the hurt from the other boy’s eyes. “Never a pet. You’re my mate. And that hasn’t changed. You’ve just proved how much you love and trust me. And I thank you for that.”

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry again. “I had a reason for this I promise. And besides I think you’ll find that this has more perks for you than anything else,” Draco said. He then whispered a word in Harry’s ear and slammed into Harry with one long hard thrust and stayed still. Harry climaxed hard and steadily for a time and when he calmed down he found himself staring up into silver eyes.

“A lot of perks,” Draco said again and then pulled out of Harry, leaving only the head in. The action caused Harry to climax again. Not as strong as the first, but still an orgasm that rocked his world. Draco thrust back in and sent yet another orgasm racing through Harry’s body. Soon Draco was once again fucking himself in and out of Harry and Harry found that with every thrust, in or out, of his hole the sensation sent orgasm after orgasm through him.

“Lots of perks indeed,” Draco said again chuckling as he settled in to give Harry a long, hard, miraculous fuck of the bla