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Politics and Power
Chapter Number/Total: 13/40
Chapter Title: Politics and Power
Words: 2780 Words
Soon after all the funerals had finished, and the chaos of it all had mostly subsided, and after letting the Minister squirm for a bit, of course, Harry had decided to finally pay him a visit - with Draco coming along as well. Harry didn't expect much, if anything at all, to be done about the things he'd mentioned in the interview, but letting Scrimgeour know that he was serious couldn't hurt.
Going out was a dangerous thing, and so Harry and Draco were both on edge, as was everyone else it seemed. The people walking through the Ministry when Harry and Draco arrived in the Atrium threw each other shifty looks, peeking over their shoulders and staring suspiciously at everyone who passed by. Harry certainly couldn't blame them after an attack as immense as the one that had taken place.
After going through the usual, though somewhat tightened, security, they were led by a witch to the Minister's opulent office, where Scrimgeour was sitting behind his large desk, looking, to Harry, like an annoyed old lion with a fly eating at his skin.
Harry smiled politely, standing with Draco and waiting to be asked to sit down.
The Minister frowned briefly at Draco and then turned his attention back to Harry. "Harry, my boy," he said, his false polite tone a bit strained. "I thought it was time we talked."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well, certainly, Minister," he said. "I thought you might want to."
"Have a seat. Would you like some tea?" the man asked, gesturing to the leather chairs in front of his desk.
"Sure, why not?" said Harry, finding the obvious falseness sort of amusing but irritating at the same time, though his condition wasn't helping much with that. He could get irritated with pretty much anything as of late. He took a seat in one of the chairs, crossing his leg so that his left foot rested on his right knee.
Draco sat in the other chair, leaning back and looking like he was relaxed. It was false, of course. He disliked the Minister.
The Minister had his assistant bring tea in, and finally they were all settled with cups in hand.
"So," Harry said, raising an eyebrow again and taking a sip of his tea. "What is it you would like to discuss?"
"Harry," Scrimgeour began, "it is really important that you consider carefully the kinds of things you say in public. You might not care, but because of what happened when you were younger, people look up to you."
Harry faked confusion for a moment. "Ah," he said. "You must be talking about the interview I gave the Prophet recently." He gave a little smile. "I decided to take some of your advice actually. I wanted to use my fame to help people with the war. Thank you for the idea. I think it may have helped." His tone was not threatening, but Harry knew it would get under the Minister's skin. Harry was already angry with the man - he could very clearly remember him trying to get Draco into trouble, and his comment was not helping matters.
Draco smirked into his tea. He would have said something, but Harry was handling it very well.
Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed. "Harry, this is not a game. People died and it could get worse. We at the Ministry have enough to deal with without you stirring up trouble."
"Oh, well, of course you do," Harry replied. There was still no bite in his tone, though Scrimgeour was starting to niggle him. "With all due respect, I wasn't trying to stir up trouble, sir. I was merely trying to let the public see some of the issues that I feel need to be looked at. I understand, of course, that you must be swamped - you know, with people like Stan Shunpike to deal with."
Scrimgeour's face reddened. It was clear that this new Harry wasn't something he'd been expecting. "You could have come to discuss these issues with me instead of going to the press," he snapped.
"Is that so?" said Harry, eyes flashing. "I might have if I would have thought I would actually see some results. You see, going to the press does get results - well, perhaps not, but it at least raises the chances of it. I've spoken with you privately on several occasions, and all you seem interested in is my possible ability to help keep the wool pulled over the eyes of the people. I, once again, mean no disrespect, but it sounds to me as though you are the one playing games, Minister."
The Minister's face went from red to purple. "How dare you speak to me like that? Do you have any idea what we are dealing with here? We can't have total panic. Fudge and his predecessors left a mess and now it's my job to fix it all."
Draco cocked his head, considering. He set his tea cup down. "I can imagine there is a lot that we don't see," he said. "Maybe that is part of the problem. You have said you wanted Harry more involved in the past. Is that still true?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and then turned the look back on Scrimgeour, waiting for an answer.
The Minister looked like he had been ready to explode, but then he suddenly opened his mouth. Then he closed it and opened it again, staring at Draco like he had never seen him before. He closed his mouth yet again and seemed to be seriously thinking. "Yes," he said simply, with no falseness in his tone.
"Involved in what way?" Harry asked. "Because I refuse to do what you asked of me before."
"People listen to you, Harry," Scrimgeour said. "My administration has years of mismanagement to deal with, as well as You-Know-Who and his followers. Maybe instead of having you tell people what a cock up the Ministry is, you could help us find the problems and fix them. Get us the help we need. For example, we need more Aurors, but people are so scared that applications are down."
Harry was quite taken aback, but he tried not to let it show on his face. "I have ... friends, actually, who have been trying to increase ... our numbers," he began slowly. "I can see what I can do as far as that goes." He glanced at Draco quickly.
Draco smiled, nodding. "I am sure Harry would have no problem endorsing a campaign to get more people to apply as Aurors. I do know that we are concerned also that there should be stricter controls over who guards Azkaban."
The Minister nodded. "Yes, quite right on both counts," he said. "We haven't had much to choose from. Harry, would you consider allowing a recruitment poster with you urging people to consider Magical Law Enforcement as a career?"
Harry made a small face and winced very slightly, but nodded. "Yes. I suppose if that would help then I can't say no."
"Send us a proposal with the design and the words," Draco added. "If Harry can agree with them, then you will have your poster. And feel free to send other requests or ideas for ways Harry can help."
The Minister looked between the two of them, seemingly confused as to whether these were the same two he had met with the previous June. "And you are invited to send any send suggestions to my office directly," he said.
Harry nodded, still surprised with how things were apparently turning out. "I'm sure we will," he said.
The Minister nodded and sat back, sipping his tea for a minute. "Do you have any suggestions on how we should protect our people from the Muggle world and still protect the Muggles from You-Know-Who?"
"New programs in the Obliviation department," said Harry. "They're already experts on Concealment and Secrecy Spells. Why not put them to use for peoples' protection instead of only focusing on hiding our world?"
"What would they be concealing?" Scrimgeour asked.
"Well, the magic used to protect Muggle family members," Harry answered. "Wards, protective spells - things like that."
"A month ago, I would have said it was too risky for us," Scrimgeour said. He winced then, rubbing the his temples. "But that was before I spent Christmas counting dead children and trying to find a way to cover it up at the same time. I will have them start work on proposals. I think we need some Muggle-borns to help with both the design and implementation."
"I can suggest a person who I'm sure would be very willing to help," Harry said. "My friend Hermione Granger is Muggle-born, and while I would have to ask her, I'm almost certain she would jump at the chance. She's my age, but you wouldn't know it if you didn't look at her."
The Minister nodded, picking up a quill and jotting down a few notes. Then he looked up at the two of them. "Congratulations, by the way," he said.
Harry was confused. "Congratulations?" he asked, thinking immediately of the baby but knowing there was no way Scrimgeour could be talking about that.
"Thank you, Minister," Draco said, reaching a hand for Harry's.
"Seem a bit young for it, but you two to make a good team," the older man said. "I hope you are happy together."
Ah. Their marriage. Of course. Harry nodded. "We are," he said, giving a real smile.
"Well, we really should be going," Draco said, standing up.
The Minister stood as well, nodding. He came around the desk and held out his hand.
Harry got to his feet, taking the offered hand. "I can honestly say it's been a good talk," he said.
The Minister nodded, shaking his hand, and then offered his hand to Draco.
The blond's eyes widened, but he shook the Minister's hand as well.
They said their goodbyes and made their way out of the office. Harry Apparated them back home when they had reached the Atrium again, and turned to Draco as they handed their cloaks to a house-elf in the entrance hall. "I have two things to say," he said.
Draco's eyebrows raised and he waited, smirking slightly.
"First," said Harry, "that didn't go at all like I expected. And second, I believe you are starting to rub off on me, Draco Malfoy." He grinned a bit.
"Exactly what I was thinking," Draco said, smile broadening. He waggled both eyebrows. "Maybe we should do more rubbing off right now?"
Harry stepped up to Draco and closed the rest of the gap between them by pulling the blond to him by his waist. "Sounds good to me," he said, bringing their mouths together.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into his lover's mouth, his own arms encircling Harry.
Harry pulled Draco even tighter against himself. "Was I Hero Harry today?" he whispered, brushing his lips over Draco's and then letting his teeth graze them.
"Yes," Draco whispered back, trembling, "my lion."
"Let me take you to my den," Harry replied teasingly, though he was quite serious, his darkened eyes boring into Draco's.
"Yes," Draco whispered again, that look sending a shiver down his spine and to his cock.
Harry moved so close he was almost kissing Draco, but not quite, and then Apparated them to their bedroom. He sent Draco sprawling on the bed as soon as they arrived, tearing at his husband's clothes with his teeth and ripping with his hands rather than using magic.
Draco yelped with surprise but quickly surrendered with a moan. He would buy an entire wardrobe for Harry to tear off him if he liked. This was hot.
Harry nipped at skin just below Draco's collar bone as it was exposed, still working at the cloth of the shirt with his hands. He deliberately ripped it clean apart.
Draco spread his arms out and arched his neck. The sound of ripping cloth was strangely erotic.
Once Draco's shirt was pleasingly in tatters, Harry stood, grasping Draco's long legs and pulling him to the edge of the bed. He reached and removed his shoes, throwing them behind himself carelessly. He stared down at him with the same lustful, predatory gaze, the tip of his tongue against the tip of one canine tooth, showing with his smirk.
Draco's breathing sped up and it was something close to fear, but definitely arousal, as he looked up at the other man.
Harry slid his hands up Draco's thighs, expression unchanging, and undid the fasteners on the blond's trousers. Then he slid his hands back down before gripping the material and quickly whipping the trousers off him. He bent and grasped the bottom of Draco's shorts with his teeth, pulling them and urging Draco to lift his hips with only a look.
Draco arched up, partially to help Harry take the shorts off, but also because his cock twitched almost painfully at the sight of him.
Harry stripped himself with magic as he was pulling the underwear down, and then slid up a bit, nipping sharply at Draco's inner thighs, nails digging in just the slightest bit as he held Draco's legs open with his hands, pushing them up.
Draco tried to relax, twitching with each bite but still allowing himself to be spread. He twisted his fingers in the bedding below him, watching Harry with passion-glazed eyes.
Harry made a growling noise as he continued inward and then down a bit, on his knees now. He bit Draco where his arse joined his leg, increasing the pressure of the bite slowly.
Draco groaned, trembling and pulling on the covers.
Harry pulled back and saw that his teeth had left Draco's skin purple, and probably bruised. He bit him again on the other leg, in the same place, working his way to his entrance. He even grazed his teeth over that before circling it with his tongue, spreading lube over his own cock with a spell as he did.
Draco shuddered, gritting his teeth to keep from shouting something that might scare Harry into stopping. He loved this, loved the way it bordered on too much. It was intense and he thought he could come just from the look in Harry's eyes.
Harry licked at Draco's entrance until it was very slick and relaxed, and he could easily slide his tongue or his cock into it. He gave one more nip to Draco's arse cheek as he got to his feet again. He climbed onto the bed, pushing Draco up it as he situated himself on his knees between those long, spread limbs, pulling Draco into his lap and spreading his own legs for easier movement. He slid into Draco swiftly without so much as a word, only another growling sound, and his eyes remained entirely focused on his face.
Draco was panting and moaning, open to his lover. When Harry pulled him up into his lap he spread himself even more, ready for him. He shuddered and nearly came then when Harry entered him, magic crackling over and in him.
Harry moved very slowly with Draco, watching him like an experiment, feeling like he could come himself, but holding back. Then he suddenly moved and pushed Draco's legs up, moving up with them to suck hard on his neck just below his ear. He bit there too, but not quite as hard. "Do you like your lion?" he whispered, and his voice sounded threatening, even to himself.
Draco's body shuddered, clenching around Harry's. "Gods, yes," he hissed in response.
Harry took in a small shuddering breath. "He likes you, too," he whispered, trailing his tongue down Draco's neck, practically able to feel his pulse. He stopped at his shoulder, still thrusting into him, and bit down again, breaking skin as he came with a strangled noise, fucking Draco hard though his orgasm.
Pain, pleasure and magic flared so suddenly and sharply that Draco screamed through their combined orgasms, his body writhing and arching against Harry's.
Harry took his mouth from Draco's skin and laid his forehead there instead, panting. He was still holding Draco's legs bent up, so he released those as well, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Still shaking, Draco wrapped both his legs and arms around Harry, holding him tight. After a minute, he whispered, "Yes. I would submit to no one but you. And doing so brings me more pleasure than I thought possible."
Harry kissed Draco's skin, smiling gently. "I'm happy then," he said, lifting his head. "Giving you pleasure is all I would ever do if I were allowed."
Chapter Title: Politics and Power
Words: 2780 Words
Soon after all the funerals had finished, and the chaos of it all had mostly subsided, and after letting the Minister squirm for a bit, of course, Harry had decided to finally pay him a visit - with Draco coming along as well. Harry didn't expect much, if anything at all, to be done about the things he'd mentioned in the interview, but letting Scrimgeour know that he was serious couldn't hurt.
Going out was a dangerous thing, and so Harry and Draco were both on edge, as was everyone else it seemed. The people walking through the Ministry when Harry and Draco arrived in the Atrium threw each other shifty looks, peeking over their shoulders and staring suspiciously at everyone who passed by. Harry certainly couldn't blame them after an attack as immense as the one that had taken place.
After going through the usual, though somewhat tightened, security, they were led by a witch to the Minister's opulent office, where Scrimgeour was sitting behind his large desk, looking, to Harry, like an annoyed old lion with a fly eating at his skin.
Harry smiled politely, standing with Draco and waiting to be asked to sit down.
The Minister frowned briefly at Draco and then turned his attention back to Harry. "Harry, my boy," he said, his false polite tone a bit strained. "I thought it was time we talked."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well, certainly, Minister," he said. "I thought you might want to."
"Have a seat. Would you like some tea?" the man asked, gesturing to the leather chairs in front of his desk.
"Sure, why not?" said Harry, finding the obvious falseness sort of amusing but irritating at the same time, though his condition wasn't helping much with that. He could get irritated with pretty much anything as of late. He took a seat in one of the chairs, crossing his leg so that his left foot rested on his right knee.
Draco sat in the other chair, leaning back and looking like he was relaxed. It was false, of course. He disliked the Minister.
The Minister had his assistant bring tea in, and finally they were all settled with cups in hand.
"So," Harry said, raising an eyebrow again and taking a sip of his tea. "What is it you would like to discuss?"
"Harry," Scrimgeour began, "it is really important that you consider carefully the kinds of things you say in public. You might not care, but because of what happened when you were younger, people look up to you."
Harry faked confusion for a moment. "Ah," he said. "You must be talking about the interview I gave the Prophet recently." He gave a little smile. "I decided to take some of your advice actually. I wanted to use my fame to help people with the war. Thank you for the idea. I think it may have helped." His tone was not threatening, but Harry knew it would get under the Minister's skin. Harry was already angry with the man - he could very clearly remember him trying to get Draco into trouble, and his comment was not helping matters.
Draco smirked into his tea. He would have said something, but Harry was handling it very well.
Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed. "Harry, this is not a game. People died and it could get worse. We at the Ministry have enough to deal with without you stirring up trouble."
"Oh, well, of course you do," Harry replied. There was still no bite in his tone, though Scrimgeour was starting to niggle him. "With all due respect, I wasn't trying to stir up trouble, sir. I was merely trying to let the public see some of the issues that I feel need to be looked at. I understand, of course, that you must be swamped - you know, with people like Stan Shunpike to deal with."
Scrimgeour's face reddened. It was clear that this new Harry wasn't something he'd been expecting. "You could have come to discuss these issues with me instead of going to the press," he snapped.
"Is that so?" said Harry, eyes flashing. "I might have if I would have thought I would actually see some results. You see, going to the press does get results - well, perhaps not, but it at least raises the chances of it. I've spoken with you privately on several occasions, and all you seem interested in is my possible ability to help keep the wool pulled over the eyes of the people. I, once again, mean no disrespect, but it sounds to me as though you are the one playing games, Minister."
The Minister's face went from red to purple. "How dare you speak to me like that? Do you have any idea what we are dealing with here? We can't have total panic. Fudge and his predecessors left a mess and now it's my job to fix it all."
Draco cocked his head, considering. He set his tea cup down. "I can imagine there is a lot that we don't see," he said. "Maybe that is part of the problem. You have said you wanted Harry more involved in the past. Is that still true?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and then turned the look back on Scrimgeour, waiting for an answer.
The Minister looked like he had been ready to explode, but then he suddenly opened his mouth. Then he closed it and opened it again, staring at Draco like he had never seen him before. He closed his mouth yet again and seemed to be seriously thinking. "Yes," he said simply, with no falseness in his tone.
"Involved in what way?" Harry asked. "Because I refuse to do what you asked of me before."
"People listen to you, Harry," Scrimgeour said. "My administration has years of mismanagement to deal with, as well as You-Know-Who and his followers. Maybe instead of having you tell people what a cock up the Ministry is, you could help us find the problems and fix them. Get us the help we need. For example, we need more Aurors, but people are so scared that applications are down."
Harry was quite taken aback, but he tried not to let it show on his face. "I have ... friends, actually, who have been trying to increase ... our numbers," he began slowly. "I can see what I can do as far as that goes." He glanced at Draco quickly.
Draco smiled, nodding. "I am sure Harry would have no problem endorsing a campaign to get more people to apply as Aurors. I do know that we are concerned also that there should be stricter controls over who guards Azkaban."
The Minister nodded. "Yes, quite right on both counts," he said. "We haven't had much to choose from. Harry, would you consider allowing a recruitment poster with you urging people to consider Magical Law Enforcement as a career?"
Harry made a small face and winced very slightly, but nodded. "Yes. I suppose if that would help then I can't say no."
"Send us a proposal with the design and the words," Draco added. "If Harry can agree with them, then you will have your poster. And feel free to send other requests or ideas for ways Harry can help."
The Minister looked between the two of them, seemingly confused as to whether these were the same two he had met with the previous June. "And you are invited to send any send suggestions to my office directly," he said.
Harry nodded, still surprised with how things were apparently turning out. "I'm sure we will," he said.
The Minister nodded and sat back, sipping his tea for a minute. "Do you have any suggestions on how we should protect our people from the Muggle world and still protect the Muggles from You-Know-Who?"
"New programs in the Obliviation department," said Harry. "They're already experts on Concealment and Secrecy Spells. Why not put them to use for peoples' protection instead of only focusing on hiding our world?"
"What would they be concealing?" Scrimgeour asked.
"Well, the magic used to protect Muggle family members," Harry answered. "Wards, protective spells - things like that."
"A month ago, I would have said it was too risky for us," Scrimgeour said. He winced then, rubbing the his temples. "But that was before I spent Christmas counting dead children and trying to find a way to cover it up at the same time. I will have them start work on proposals. I think we need some Muggle-borns to help with both the design and implementation."
"I can suggest a person who I'm sure would be very willing to help," Harry said. "My friend Hermione Granger is Muggle-born, and while I would have to ask her, I'm almost certain she would jump at the chance. She's my age, but you wouldn't know it if you didn't look at her."
The Minister nodded, picking up a quill and jotting down a few notes. Then he looked up at the two of them. "Congratulations, by the way," he said.
Harry was confused. "Congratulations?" he asked, thinking immediately of the baby but knowing there was no way Scrimgeour could be talking about that.
"Thank you, Minister," Draco said, reaching a hand for Harry's.
"Seem a bit young for it, but you two to make a good team," the older man said. "I hope you are happy together."
Ah. Their marriage. Of course. Harry nodded. "We are," he said, giving a real smile.
"Well, we really should be going," Draco said, standing up.
The Minister stood as well, nodding. He came around the desk and held out his hand.
Harry got to his feet, taking the offered hand. "I can honestly say it's been a good talk," he said.
The Minister nodded, shaking his hand, and then offered his hand to Draco.
The blond's eyes widened, but he shook the Minister's hand as well.
They said their goodbyes and made their way out of the office. Harry Apparated them back home when they had reached the Atrium again, and turned to Draco as they handed their cloaks to a house-elf in the entrance hall. "I have two things to say," he said.
Draco's eyebrows raised and he waited, smirking slightly.
"First," said Harry, "that didn't go at all like I expected. And second, I believe you are starting to rub off on me, Draco Malfoy." He grinned a bit.
"Exactly what I was thinking," Draco said, smile broadening. He waggled both eyebrows. "Maybe we should do more rubbing off right now?"
Harry stepped up to Draco and closed the rest of the gap between them by pulling the blond to him by his waist. "Sounds good to me," he said, bringing their mouths together.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into his lover's mouth, his own arms encircling Harry.
Harry pulled Draco even tighter against himself. "Was I Hero Harry today?" he whispered, brushing his lips over Draco's and then letting his teeth graze them.
"Yes," Draco whispered back, trembling, "my lion."
"Let me take you to my den," Harry replied teasingly, though he was quite serious, his darkened eyes boring into Draco's.
"Yes," Draco whispered again, that look sending a shiver down his spine and to his cock.
Harry moved so close he was almost kissing Draco, but not quite, and then Apparated them to their bedroom. He sent Draco sprawling on the bed as soon as they arrived, tearing at his husband's clothes with his teeth and ripping with his hands rather than using magic.
Draco yelped with surprise but quickly surrendered with a moan. He would buy an entire wardrobe for Harry to tear off him if he liked. This was hot.
Harry nipped at skin just below Draco's collar bone as it was exposed, still working at the cloth of the shirt with his hands. He deliberately ripped it clean apart.
Draco spread his arms out and arched his neck. The sound of ripping cloth was strangely erotic.
Once Draco's shirt was pleasingly in tatters, Harry stood, grasping Draco's long legs and pulling him to the edge of the bed. He reached and removed his shoes, throwing them behind himself carelessly. He stared down at him with the same lustful, predatory gaze, the tip of his tongue against the tip of one canine tooth, showing with his smirk.
Draco's breathing sped up and it was something close to fear, but definitely arousal, as he looked up at the other man.
Harry slid his hands up Draco's thighs, expression unchanging, and undid the fasteners on the blond's trousers. Then he slid his hands back down before gripping the material and quickly whipping the trousers off him. He bent and grasped the bottom of Draco's shorts with his teeth, pulling them and urging Draco to lift his hips with only a look.
Draco arched up, partially to help Harry take the shorts off, but also because his cock twitched almost painfully at the sight of him.
Harry stripped himself with magic as he was pulling the underwear down, and then slid up a bit, nipping sharply at Draco's inner thighs, nails digging in just the slightest bit as he held Draco's legs open with his hands, pushing them up.
Draco tried to relax, twitching with each bite but still allowing himself to be spread. He twisted his fingers in the bedding below him, watching Harry with passion-glazed eyes.
Harry made a growling noise as he continued inward and then down a bit, on his knees now. He bit Draco where his arse joined his leg, increasing the pressure of the bite slowly.
Draco groaned, trembling and pulling on the covers.
Harry pulled back and saw that his teeth had left Draco's skin purple, and probably bruised. He bit him again on the other leg, in the same place, working his way to his entrance. He even grazed his teeth over that before circling it with his tongue, spreading lube over his own cock with a spell as he did.
Draco shuddered, gritting his teeth to keep from shouting something that might scare Harry into stopping. He loved this, loved the way it bordered on too much. It was intense and he thought he could come just from the look in Harry's eyes.
Harry licked at Draco's entrance until it was very slick and relaxed, and he could easily slide his tongue or his cock into it. He gave one more nip to Draco's arse cheek as he got to his feet again. He climbed onto the bed, pushing Draco up it as he situated himself on his knees between those long, spread limbs, pulling Draco into his lap and spreading his own legs for easier movement. He slid into Draco swiftly without so much as a word, only another growling sound, and his eyes remained entirely focused on his face.
Draco was panting and moaning, open to his lover. When Harry pulled him up into his lap he spread himself even more, ready for him. He shuddered and nearly came then when Harry entered him, magic crackling over and in him.
Harry moved very slowly with Draco, watching him like an experiment, feeling like he could come himself, but holding back. Then he suddenly moved and pushed Draco's legs up, moving up with them to suck hard on his neck just below his ear. He bit there too, but not quite as hard. "Do you like your lion?" he whispered, and his voice sounded threatening, even to himself.
Draco's body shuddered, clenching around Harry's. "Gods, yes," he hissed in response.
Harry took in a small shuddering breath. "He likes you, too," he whispered, trailing his tongue down Draco's neck, practically able to feel his pulse. He stopped at his shoulder, still thrusting into him, and bit down again, breaking skin as he came with a strangled noise, fucking Draco hard though his orgasm.
Pain, pleasure and magic flared so suddenly and sharply that Draco screamed through their combined orgasms, his body writhing and arching against Harry's.
Harry took his mouth from Draco's skin and laid his forehead there instead, panting. He was still holding Draco's legs bent up, so he released those as well, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Still shaking, Draco wrapped both his legs and arms around Harry, holding him tight. After a minute, he whispered, "Yes. I would submit to no one but you. And doing so brings me more pleasure than I thought possible."
Harry kissed Draco's skin, smiling gently. "I'm happy then," he said, lifting his head. "Giving you pleasure is all I would ever do if I were allowed."