FAMILY TIES

Chapter Eleven


Draco woke up feeling warm and comforted. He leaned up to gaze down at Harry, the memories of what they talked about making him feel self-conscience. He looked into the green eyes that were looking up at him intently. “Sorry about that,” Draco said, getting up to sit on the couch.

Harry sat up and reached up to brush his thumb along Draco’s cheek. “Any time,” he warmly smiled.

“Well, I should probably go,” Draco awkwardly said. He was about to open the door when he turned around. “Listen Potter . . . Harry, it’s Hogsmeade today and . . . do you want to go with Blaise an me?”

“Won’t that ruin your reputation?” Harry smirked.

“Hell with it,” Draco shrugged, “I’m tired of hiding.”

“Then yes, I would love to go with you,” Harry grinned. “I just need to see about cancelling lessons today first.”

“Lessons . . . today?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. “Well, I’ll wait a bit before Blaise and I go then.”



After Draco left, Harry hurried to the training room to see Bree and Kale talking. After the two of them saw the hopeful look in his eyes, they let his lessons slide for the day, provided he armed himself when they went to Hogsmeade. Harry quickly showered then went up to the Great Hall.

Draco saw Harry enter the Hall and his breath caught, noticing how good he looked. Black jeans, green jersey, and his longer jacket covered the two daggers at his sides. He returned the small smile Harry gave him, then sighed when Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione. “Well, we should go Blaise,” he dejectedly said.

Blaise held Draco’s arm to hold him in place. “Drake, he’s coming here,” he grinned.

Some of the students watched with anticipation as Harry determinedly sauntered over to the Slytherin table. Excited murmurs were heard as Harry sat across from Draco when Goyle moved over for him to sit.

“Hello Scar-head,” Blaise smirked in greeting.

“Zabini,” Harry grinned, helping himself to the eggs.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Greg Stephan sneered, a fellow seventh year Slytherin, and a marked death-eater.

“Looks like he’s eating breakfast,” Draco sneered to him. “Harry is a friend of mine.”

“Since when?” Greg asked, getting up to face Harry, his wand drawn.

“It’s a recent development,” Draco replied looking to Harry who nodded in agreement. “Now back off Stephan,” he said in warning.

“You don’t scare me, Malfoy,” Greg sneered. He turned his wand to Draco. “Lash . . . ” he began to hex, then was thrown against the wall by Harry with a wave of his hand.

“Well, I would say that’s a sign we should be going,” Blaise said, grasping Harry’s arm to stop him from finishing the Slytherin off.



The three of them left the Hall as Greg Stephan was picked up by Snape to take him to the infirmary. They spent the day going through the shops, not really purchasing much, but enjoying each other’s company. Before they were to head back, Harry took them to the Shrieking Shack, telling them it wasn’t really haunted but used for Remus’s transformations into the werewolf. They explored the rooms, then went through the secret passage under the whomping willow.


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Over the next month, Harry and Draco’s friendship strengthened. Draco and Blaise joined in on some of Harry’s training. Blaise honing his skills, while Draco was learning more of the offensive skills, and found the elven lessons fascinating. There were quite a few times when Harry and Draco were drawn close to each other, their gazes locked on each other, but seemed to always be interrupted by someone. Harry, Draco, and Blaise, and the few Slytherins that openly sided with them, were on their guard from the scheming death eater wanna-bees in the dungeons. With the help of the detecting spells he was taught by the elves, Draco was not caught unawares by any unexpected attacks.



Blaise was sitting on Harry’s couch, downing some blood replenishing potion after a lesson. “I’ve noticed you’ve been drinking more blood the last couple of weeks Harry,” he said looking to his cousin in worry.

“You don’t know how much it pains me to be around Draco sometimes Blaise,” Harry sighed. “I can hear his heart beat, feel the blood course through his veins when I touch him. My stomach burns and my teeth ache when he’s near, but it also feels so good to be near him, to have his scent so close to me.”

“Go to him Harry,” Blaise said, “I don’t think he would say no.”

“We’ll see. I don’t want to lose what we have right now,” Harry sighed.

Blaise got up, leaving his top buttons undone. “Goodnight Harry,” he smiled then left Harry alone with his thoughts.



Harry found himself in front of Draco’s portrait later that night with his invisibility cloak over his disillusioned body. He entered the rooms and went to the bed. He stopped at the foot of the bed, his cock achingly hardened when he realized that Draco was awake, his hands moving under the covers.

‘Merlin,’ Harry thought to himself when Draco had kicked off the covers. Draco lay naked against the silken sheets, one hand pumping his cock while the other thrust a dildo up his ass. The legs were spread as the movements grew quicker. He carefully crawled on the bed between Draco’s legs, and leaned down to lick the leaking head of the blonde’s cock.

“Ah hh. Gods,” Draco moaned and thrust up for his cock to slip in wet warmth. His hands left his cock and the dildo to twist the silky strands of hair. His cock was licked up and down the length, as someone thrust the dildo inside of him. The mouth drew away from his cock and the dildo slipped out of him. “No . . . please . . . don’t stop,” he panted.

“You taste so good,” Harry softly said as he kissed his way up Draco’s stomach and chest. His hand glided under Draco’s hip, then his leg, lifting it to his waist.

Draco moaned as a tongue swirled around his nipple and the tip of a cock was slowly taking place of the dildo. His hands went down smooth sides to thrusting hips, pulling him in deeper, then back up to glide over a heaving chest. “Harry . . . please . . . I want to see you,” he whimpered.

Harry stilled as he looked down at Draco’s flushed face. He said a silent spell for the disillusionment spell to end. “How did you know?” He asked as he met Draco’s eyes.

“Your smell,” Draco smiled as his hand slid up to Harry’s neck, “and wishful thinking,” he added as he pulled Harry’s face down.

Harry leaned down to capture Draco’s lips in a heated kiss. His tongue delved inside to meet Draco’s as he started to thrust slow and deep. “So long,” he murmured against Draco’s lips.

“For what?” Draco hoarsely asked.

“So long that I’ve wanted to kiss you when you knew who it was,” a kiss to Draco’s lips, “so long since I’ve wanted to bury myself deep inside of you,” he whispered as he thrust deep and hard.

“Too long,” Draco panted then slid his hands down to Harry’s hips. “Stay still . . . just a minute,” he said as a spell was whispered from Draco, his hands sliding over Harry’s trembling bottom.

Harry closed his eyes as he threw his head back, moaning as the now cleaned and lubricated dildo was slipping inside of him. “Gods,” he groaned as the dildo started to magically thrust by itself.

Draco brought his hand up to cup Harry’s face, his thumb sliding over his lips. “So you’ll be prepared,” he huskily said, “when I fuck you.” He bucked his hips up, meeting Harry’s hurried thrusts. “Harry, show them to me,” he huskily said.

Harry felt Draco’s finger run over his lips and looked down at him. He thrust deep as he let his fangs draw out. He knelt on his knees, pulling Draco’s hips forward as he pounded into him. “Touch yourself,” he hoarsely ordered.

Draco’s hand stroked his cock until he arched up to meet Harry’s thrust as he fell over the edge, cumming hard into his hand. Harry soon thrust deep, his cum shooting into the tight channel. Harry stayed inside until the tightness around his cock loosened, then slowly slid out. He leaned down to lick Draco’s cock and stomach free of cum, before gliding up to lie on top of him again.

He licked and kissed Draco’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse of blood against his lips. “How did you know?” He asked looking down into Draco’s eyes as he moved his hips against Draco, the dildo still slowly thrusting inside of him.

“I’m a Slytherin,” Draco grinned cockily. “I saw the potion that Blaise would sometimes drink after visiting with you, and I knew what it was. You don’t sleep much, and there are times when I see glimpses of the tips of the fangs when you turn away from me.”

“Mmmm,” Harry moaned as the dildo hit his prostate again, “and you have no problems with that?”

“No. Have you wanted to drink from me?” Draco asked, leaning up to kiss Harry’s chin.

“Yes,” Harry hoarsely replied, “very much.”

Draco arched his neck back while his fingers slid into the hair at the back of Harry’s head. He gave a low moan when he felt Harry’s tongue swipe against his neck, then a slight nibble before he felt the slight sting where the fangs slipped in. He closed his eyes as heat built up from his neck to travel down to his groin, hardening his cock against Harry’s. His feet slid along the back of Harry’s legs as he grinded his hips up.

Harry quit while he could and licked the wound closed before he raised his upper body. “You taste so good,” he huskily said, “I could have had more, but I need you inside of me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

“Merlin Harry,” Draco groaned, “kneel up.”

Harry did, and waited with eager anticipation as Draco got up and kneeled behind him. Harry leaned forward on his elbows and spread his legs. “Now . . . Draco . . . fuck me now,” he moaned.

Draco slowly slid the dildo out of Harry and positioned the head of his cock at Harry’s hole. He slid the head in past the first ring of muscle, then slammed in hard and fast. He thrust in, angling his hips until he heard Harry cry out, then continued to hit that same spot over and over again. Harry grasped the sheets in front of him as he pushed back, and soon felt a warmth gush inside of him as Draco erupted. At the feel of the pulsing cock inside of him, he splattered his cum on the sheets below him with Draco’s name hissed between his teeth.

“Next time, I want to taste you,” Draco said against Harry’s back as he slipped out of him. He let Harry turn on his back after a cleaning spell on the sheets and him was done, then lay on his side. “I remember the feel of your lips around me awhile ago. It’s my turn,” Draco said lying beside Harry.

“Hmmm . . . Anytime,” Harry smiled as he slid his arm around Draco’s shoulder, drawing lazy circles along his back.

“Stay?” Draco asked, as he nuzzled his nose against Harry’s neck, his fingers playing with the hoop hanging so tantalizing from Harry’s nipple.

“No place else I’d rather be,” Harry replied, kissing Draco’s forehead as he placed his hand over his on his chest.


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