Catch Me if You Can

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Harry sighed, tapping his quill against his lips as he considered what else to write in his essay. He still needed another three inches.

Draco had gone off to talk with Pansy and Blaise some more after dinner, and Harry really couldn’t blame him. They probably understood him better, being from dark families themselves, and Draco most likely still felt a bit fragile after what he’d confessed to Harry earlier. Harry couldn’t begrudge him his own cool-down time after such a stressful event.

He was about to open his book again in an effort to find more information for his essay when the door opened and Draco stalked into the room, heading straight for him, eyes rapidly draining of color. He stopped in front of Harry, eyes now completely silver, and slapped a hand down on the desk.

“I need you.” He said, and Harry gulped.

“Can we do this in the bedroom this time?” Harry asked breathlessly.

Draco nodded, once. “If you can get in there within the next twenty seconds, we can.” He said.

Harry jumped up and ran for the bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he went.

Draco followed at a more leisurely pace, stripping his own clothes off with much more finesse as he watched Harry kick off his shoes and trousers, then throw himself on the bed, gloriously nude.

Draco smirked and removed the last of his clothes, crawling up the bed to kneel above Harry. He grabbed both of Harry’s wrists in his hands and hauled them above Harry’s head, pinning them there. “You’re mine.” He said firmly, his voice a growl.

Harry nodded.

“No one else’s.” Draco added.

“Only yours.” Harry agreed.

Draco leaned in and claimed his mouth fiercely, kissing him until his head spun, then raised his head. “And I’m yours.” He said.

Harry understood now. This was to be confirmation that what had been said today didn’t matter, that they were still each other’s, first and foremost. He nodded. “Mine.” He confirmed.

Draco trailed kisses over Harry’s jawline, continuing down over his neck, sucking a red mark into being at the base of his neck, where it would serve as a visible reminder that Harry was claimed. The kisses continued after that, pausing at one nipple where Draco sucked, nibbled and licked until Harry was pleading with him to move.

Instead of continuing his downward trend, Draco chose to kiss his way over to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

By the time he was done, Harry was sobbing with pleasure and tossing his head.

Draco had to finally let his hands go, and Harry chose to bury them in Draco’s hair, massaging his scalp, as Draco moved his attentions to Harry’s navel. He breathed over the tiny indent, then dipped his tongue into it.

Harry’s breathing caught, and he moaned. “Draco, please!”

Draco growled, but moved on, sucking another red mark into being on Harry’s hipbone, laving over the area with his tongue when he had finished marking him. Harry looked down and caught Draco gazing up at him, silver eye boring into his.

Draco moved down once more, and licked a stripe up Harry’s hard cock.

Harry choked, and his hands tightened in Draco’s hair a second before Draco’s mouth engulfed him. “Draco, God!” He managed before coherent thought left him.

Draco’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, watching Harry’s face lost in pleasure. It was a beautiful sight, he decided. A sight that was his, and his alone. He closed his eyes and took Harry in as far as he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat. Judging by the hands in his hair flexing and the gasp he heard from above him, Harry liked that, so he did it again.

Harry’s hips bucked, causing Draco to gag. He pulled off of Harry’s cock and smiled up at him. “Well, aside from the end of it, I have to say, I was enjoying that. Did you like it?” He asked.

Harry nodded fervently.

Draco chuckled. “Good.” He crawled up Harry’s body to open the drawer on the nightstand. “I need this.” He said, grabbing the lube and sliding back down Harry’s body as Harry’s hands left his hair.

Harry moaned as Draco’s hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, before he slid his hand further back and used a finger to tease Harry’s entrance, barely pressing, before retreating again to trace the hole.

“Draco, please, in me!” Harry begged, shifting around, trying to get the finger to slide into him.

Draco lubed his fingers, then slid one into Harry.

Harry sighed happily, pressing back against the finger, eagerly.

Draco chuckled. “My shameless little hussy.” He whispered. “You love having my fingers in your arse, stretching you open for my cock, don’t you?” He asked, hooking his finger to brush over Harry’s prostate.

Harry cried out.

“What was that, Harry?” Draco asked, stilling.

“Yes, Draco, I love your fingers! More!” Harry pleaded.

Draco smiled in satisfaction, adding a second finger and pumping them lazily as he worked Harry open. Someday, he’d have to get a pensieve and show Harry just how utterly erotic it was to watch his fingers disappear into that tiny hole.

Harry whimpered and tightened on his fingers.

Draco quickly added a third, rubbing over Harry’s prostate with every thrust in, hearing his gasps and the harsh rasp of his labored breathing.

“Draco!” Harry cried out at a particularly hard thrust, “In me!” He demanded.

Draco slid his fingers out and lubed himself, positioning himself over Harry. “Look at me, Love.” He ordered the brunette.

Green eyes met his, and he held them steadily. “Don’t look away.” He whispered, then slid in.

Harry gasped as Draco sunk in, fingers digging into his shoulders, surely leaving scratch marks behind them, but Draco didn’t care. Finally, he was all the way in, and Harry sighed happily, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist.

“Move.” The brunette whispered, the word almost a prayer, and Draco had no choice but to comply.

They moved together, slowly rocking, sweat-slicked skin sliding together as they kept their eyes trained on each other, their gazes communicating far more than their words ever could. Draco may have been the dominant partner in bed, but they owned each other’s hearts, and that was the only thing that mattered to either of them.

“Mine.” Draco whispered again, then leaned in to kiss Harry.

Harry’s eyes fluttered closed at that touch, and Draco broke the kiss to move to Harry’s neck instead, sucking and licking at the place where he would place his Claim when Harry asked for it. There were no barriers, now. Harry knew his darkest secrets, and still accepted him.

Harry tilted his head to the side, giving Draco more access to his neck. “Bite me.” He whispered.

Draco chuckled. “I won’t Claim you yet, not in the heat of passion like this, but if you want a bite anyway, I can do that.” He said.

“Yesss!” Harry hissed.

Draco opened his mouth and sunk his fangs into Harry’s skin, not breaking the skin, but leaving a bright red mark, nonetheless.

Harry moaned loudly, hips rocking, as he came from the pain mixed with pleasure.

Draco cursed and held tight to him as the wild undulations of Harry’s passage around him drove him over the edge as well. Draco collapsed on top of Harry with a contented sigh.

“You’re squishing me.” Harry panted, trying to push Draco off of him.

Draco just chuckled and rolled to the side, wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist and pulling him close. “I love you.” He said, pressing a kiss to Harry’s unruly head of hair.

Harry twined their legs together and hummed happily. “I love you, too.” He said. “Now I think we should go to sleep.” He said.

Draco chuckled. “I suppose that’s a good idea, but we’ll be up awfully early tomorrow.”

“So we’ll have time for a shag before breakfast.” Harry said. “Brilliant.”

*****

Harry sat down gingerly, and Hermione’s brows hit her hairline. “What were you just doing?” She asked teasingly.

“I don’t want to hear it!” Ron told him, saving him from answering.

Harry flushed and laughed. “Don’t worry, I feel no desire to share.” He told the two.

Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes. “So, I assume things are all straightened out now?” She asked.

Harry grinned and helped himself to eggs and bacon, bypassing the coffee and opting for juice instead. “Yeah, we’re good now.” He answered, raising his head to shoot Draco a smile as the blond poured himself some coffee.

Draco raised a brow and smirked at him.

Hermione noticed the interplay and smiled at Harry. “You two are shameless. Flirting over breakfast when you’ve just been… Well, you know. Honestly, you can’t seem to get enough of each other.” She added.

Harry flushed bright red. “I can’t help it.” He said with a shrug.

The post came in, and Hermes flew straight to Harry, a blue rose clutched in his talons.

Harry took the rose and untied the small note tied to it.

Hermione gasped, covering her mouth. “Is that…”

Ron nodded. “An ever-blooming rose. Wow. That’s quite something to get from a Slytherin, mate.” He said softly.

“Oh, how romantic!” Hermione sighed.

Harry just frowned in confusion and read the short note.

“My Beloved Harry,

The rose is an ever-blooming rose, a symbol of my undying feelings for you. If you ever doubt my love, just look at the rose. If my feelings for you ever begin to fade or die, so, too, will the rose. As long as my love is well and truly yours, it will continue to bloom. There is another gift waiting in our room, on the table.

Your Mate,

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Head of the Malfoy family”

Harry looked at the rose with new appreciation. It was a way to always know what was going on inside the sometimes aloof Slytherin’s head. He’d never have to doubt Draco’s feelings now, because he had a visible way to tell at a glance how deep his feelings still ran.

Harry smiled and traced a blue petal, then looked up and turned his dazzling smile to Draco as Hermes bobbed his head and took off again.

Draco smiled back and turned to Pansy as she said something to him.

He rolled his eyes and answered her.

Harry finished his breakfast, then got up. “I’m going to swing by our room first, Draco said there’s something there for me.” He explained.

“I’ll go with you, Harry.” Ginny said, getting up as well. “I’m done, so I’ll watch your back.”

Harry chuckled. “Ginny, I don’t need anyone to ‘watch my back,’ I’ll be fine.”

Ginny raised a brow. “You can never be too careful.” She said. “Besides, Malfoy’s watching you. If I don’t go with you, he’ll leave his breakfast to accompany you, and we don’t want that, do we?” She asked.

Harry sighed, but rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He relented.

They headed to the room, and Ginny followed him in, stopping at the sight of the vase sitting on the table. “Oh.” She said softly. “That’s lovely.”

Harry gulped. He put the rose in it and lifted the note that was propped up on it.

“My Beloved Harry,

This vase is a traditional Courting gift of the Malfoy family, and while it is usually filled with an expensive bouquet of flowers, I believe the rose I gave you will suit it perfectly nonetheless.

I love you, Harry, and always will.

Your Mate,

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Head of the Malfoy family”

Harry smiled and shook his head. Draco was really going all-out on this whole Courting thing.

“Who knew my boyfriend was an incurable romantic under it all?” He muttered to himself.

Ginny tore her eyes away at the sound of a throat being cleared from the entrance of the room.

“Really, leaving the door open? If anyone can come in and see that, how am I ever going to keep my evil Slytherin façade up? Harry, think, please. While I don’t mind the Weasleys knowing, as you consider them family, I have no wish for the rest of the school to know how sentimental you’re making me.” Draco drawled. “Now,” He took Harry’s bag from him, ignoring the irritated huff he got in response, “Let’s get to class.”

Ginny smiled and walked over to the door. “Now that you have a suitable escort, I should really get going.” She said lightly. “Bye, Harry!”

Harry waved at her with a smile, then laced his fingers with Draco’s. “Fine, let’s get to Defense.” He said in resignation.

Draco smiled. “Finally learned not to argue with me?” He teased, squeezing Harry’s hand.

“Even I can learn to pick my battles.” Harry replied dryly.

Draco just snorted.