Ferinus Consanguinitas

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The rest of the day passed by quickly. The Golden Trio plus Charlie got a good lashing by Madam Pomfrey for disturbing her patient (even though Lyra had woken on her own). Hermione copied the notes she had taken that morning and they were passed out at an impromptu Order meeting held that afternoon. The new information was interesting, but was quickly passed over for other topics. The ritual for the re-warding of Grimmauld Place was also discussed, now that Bellatrix was dead and Draco was back, they had all the surviving members of the Black family willing to help. Tonks and her mother each had already given Harry small vials of thier blood to be used in the ritual and he was going to speak to the Malfoys tomorrow to make sure they would still participate.

All in all, it was a rather good day for Harry. Unlike most of the house, he escaped Mrs. Weasley's wedding preparations, citing the need to study the re-warding ritual. Ginny pouted when Harry said he wasn’t going to help today, but seemed to be over it quickly. He thought it was a bit strange that she hadn't sought him out since the first day they were here, perhaps she was just giving him the space he asked for at Dumbledore’s funeral.

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Harry woke up very early the next morning, as soon as he was dressed and ready for the day, he rushed downstairs to have a quick bite. Narcissa was the only one sitting at the table.

"Good morning Mrs. Malfoy. How is Draco doing?" he asked as he sat down across from her.

"He is doing much better, he woke up a few hours ago, Lucius is sitting with him right now." This was the first time since his arrival at the manor that Narcissa sounded halfway sane. Harry smiled at her.

"That's good, I am actually going to see if I could visit with you later today to discuss re-warding the Grimmauld Place." She looked up slightly from her tea.

"All you need is blood willingly given, correct?" Harry nodded and shuddered a bit, thinking of Wormtail's speech in the graveyard when he brought back Voldemort.

"Yes that right." She placed her cup back on its saucer, picked up the tea pot and poured a cup for Harry.

"I'm sure Draco and I will be able to accommodate that request, on one condition though." Harry took the cup and saucer from her delicate hands, added a bit of cream and sugar before answering her.

"And that would be?"

"That you visit with Draco, he needs more friends, real friends." Her voice was sincere and Harry gaped at her for a moment before taking a sip of his tea.

"I think I can manage that, but I don't know that he would accept me." Narcissa backed her chair away from the table and stood up. She met Harry's green eyes with her own blue-gray ones and smiled sadly.

"I think he would, Mr. Potter, as hard as Draco tries, he is not like his father." She turned her back and walked gracefully towards the door.

"I'm sure Draco would be up to talking after lunch, and you may call me Narcissa if you wish Mr. Potter." she walked out before Harry could respond.

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Harry had just finished eating his lunch brought up by the house elves for Ron, Hermione and him, he walked back into his bedroom, looking for some clothes that looked halfway decent. Fifteen minutes later he had found a shirt that he thought looked okay and was able (with Hermione's help) to transfigure some pants so they weren't falling off his arse. Ron was giving him strange looks as he tried to fix his hair to no avail.

"Harry mate, you act as if you are going on a date." Ron started laughing when Harry blushed, but Hermione was giving him an odd calculating look. He had told them both what Mrs. Malfoy had asked of him that morning, Hermione thought it was a good idea, but Ron just told him to play along, and watch his arse, as there was no telling what a slimy Slytherin would do when his back was turned. Harry was facing away from Ron when he said that and thankfully neither of his friends saw the lustful look that crossed his face.

"I just want to look halfway decent so Malfoy won't have any reason to pick fun at me."

"Like he ever needs a reason Harry." Hermione said as Harry checked himself over in the mirror that hung above the fireplace one last time.

"True, I'll catch up with you two later." His friends wished him luck as he walked out of the door and down the hall. He hesitated as he came to Draco's door, taking a calming breath before knocking.

“Come in!” Harry opened the door and walked into a large sitting room, it was done in greens and light browns, the furniture was made of rich golden colored wood and light brown leather. Draco was sitting on a leather couch in front of him. He wore a silky black button up with black slacks, his face was smooth and clean, hair falling around his face just brushing his shoulders. Draco looked nothing like the person he saw a few days ago nor did he look much like the boy he remembered from the astronomy tower.

“Potter, would you stop staring at me like I was a ghost and close the door. My mother has insisted that I spend time with you, but I won’t stand for your Gryffindor stupidity.” Yep that was the Malfoy he knew. Harry glared at Draco and walked to the center of the room, sitting on the couch across from the blond. A wizard’s chessboard had already setup on the table between them, Draco reached out grabbing a hold of a black pawn and made his first move.

“Shouldn’t it be my move first?” Harry said, knowing that with the thousands of times he played with Ron in the past, that white always goes first.

“Leave if you are going to complain Potter” Harry rolled his eyes and moved one of his pawns as well. It took Draco about twenty minutes to put Harry into checkmate, his face was smug as Harry’s king dropped his shield signaling his defeat.

“Ha, you couldn’t ever hope to beat me Potter.” The chess pieces were fixing themselves and returning to their original spots on the board.

“Rematch?” Harry asked, the last twenty minutes had actually been quite pleasant, Draco’s usually scathing comments weren’t as harsh as normal and Harry had actually enjoyed throwing back sarcastic remarks with the blond. Draco looked up at Harry, a bit confused that Harry actually wanted to spend more time with him, before giving his trademark Malfoy smirk.

“Prepare to get demolished Potter.”

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Two stalemates and six losses later the house elves brought Draco and Harry a late dinner, they ate in silence, not able to find a common ground to speak on without a chessboard between them. Harry was about to get up and leave the awkward situation when he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Draco seemed a bit relieved to break the silence. Blaise came in the room, greeting both of the occupants before sitting down next to Harry.

“So, Ron tells me you have your own quidditch pitch here?” Harry was fishing for topics to break the uncomftable silence.

“Yeah, no stands or anything, But its regulation size.” Draco said and the three of them had a surprisingly good conversation about the wizarding world’s favorite sport, Blaise joining in as much as Harry and Draco. It kind of reminded Harry of the many quidditch conversations he had shared with his fellow Gryffindors.

“Maybe we could get everyone in the manor to go out and play during one of these days, but of course I’ll try and go easy on you Malfoy.” Harry’s tone was joking and he could see that Draco was taking it as such.

"Yeah right Potter, as if you could beat me at anything," his usual sneer was gone from his face and only a tired smirk remained. Harry's heart was beating a bit faster than normal, knowing that this wasn't their usual fighting, but more of a playful banter usually reserved for friends.

"Come off it Malfoy, I beat your arse all the time in Quidditch." Blaise was eyeing both of them strangely as they talked to each other.

"That's only because of your Firebolt, on an even broom I could take you any day Potter." Harry laughed, and Draco crossed his arms over his chest, giving Harry a half hearted glare.

"I’ll keep you to that Malfoy, once you are feeling up to it" Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off Draco, he knew that he was probably being very obvious, but he couldn’t help but looking at the beautiful blond in front of him.

"Yeah, I’ll fly your Gryffindor arse out of the sky" Draco wasn’t much better, his tone of voice saying more than his words. Blaise suddenly stood up, breaking the mood.

“I’m heading for bed, night Drake.” Draco looked up at him and shared a look with his fellow Slytherin that Harry couldn’t interpret.

"See ya Blaise" Blaise walked around the couch towards the door.

"Night Zabini." Harry called back and Blaise turned towards him.

"Potter" Blaise nodded his head towards both boys before heading for the door, smirking at their obvious flirting. The room was awkwardly silent for a few minutes after Blaise's departure, deciding it was time to leave Harry got up off the couch.

"Goodnight, Draco" The blonde gave him a strange look at the use of his first name, then gave Harry the first true smile he ever remembered seeing on Draco's pale face. It was beautiful.

"Goodnight, Harry." Harry's heart was definitely going to fly out of his chest with how fast it was going. He made it out of the room, before his smile turned into a goofy grin. He walked back to his room and fell into bed, feeling like he was on cloud nine.

'He called me Harry'

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The next afternoon Harry was sitting on his couch reading when he heard moaning and the rhythmic thumping of the bed frame coming from Ron's room. Rolling his eyes he cast a silencing spell and went back to study the ritual he would have to perform in order to re-ward the Grimmauld place. After only a few minutes though, he leaned back on the couch in the common room and rubbed his eyes, the things he heard from the bedroom were having an unwanted affect on him. Harry put the book down and left the room, crossing the hall he raised his hand to knock on Ginny's door. He hesitated though and looked down the hall towards Draco's suite, then lowered his hand and turned towards the door at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath, he raised his foot to take a step, but heard a crash from inside Ginny and Hermione's rooms. He turned back, yelling out the password and throwing the door open, he rushed past the empty common room towards Ginny's bedroom. The door was ajar, wand at the ready Harry pushed it the rest of the way open.

Ginny was lying on her back, head throwing back in ecstasy and hands gripping the metal bars on the ornate headboard of the bed. Blaise settled in between her legs, pumping in and out of her body. The muscles in his dark back glistened with sweat and were flexing with every thrust. Harry just stood there in shock, he couldn't believe what Ginny was doing, she was supposed to be waiting for him, not going behind his back and screwing Zabini. Harry was bloody jealous, and strangely enough, it was Ginny he was jealous of, Blaise was ripped, and he had an arse that could crack open walnuts.

"What the fuck Potter!" Harry looked up from admiring Blaise's body to his face, the anger in his slanted eyes quickly changed to amusement.

"Oh Merlin...Harry I can explain." Ginny was trying to cover herself with the twisted sheets, Harry looked away from her body and saw a broken vase on the floor.

"I can't believe you Ginny, you are shagging Zabini! He is a Slytherin for god’s sake! What the hell are you thinking!" Blaise didn’t cover himself at all, he was still buried deeply inside the red head, smirking at Harry

"You have no room to talk Potter, I have seen the way you have been looking at Draco and how you are looking at me right now. Don't try to deny it, we Slytherins are trained to notice stuff like that." Harry’s jaw dropped open and his face flushed red.

"You don't know what you are talking about Zabini!" He knew his voice wasn’t very convincing.

"Are you gay Harry? Is...is that why you broke up with me?"

"No, Ginny, I'm not gay, Zabini is just making shit up…God Ginny how could you do this!" He tried to be mad at her for shagging another guy behind his back, but he was feeling more angry at the fact that he was the only damn person in the whole bloody manor not getting any.

"Harry I'm sorry, but I can't just wait around forever for you." Harry laughed in her face.

"It has been less than two months you slag!" Ginny's face was caught somewhere between anger and tears, and Harry left the room, slamming the door behind him so hard that the walls around the frame cracked.

"So Harry, how have you been looking at me?" A smirking Draco was leaning against the doorway that led out to the hall, his voice was smooth and tempting, Harry's name rolling off of his tongue. The smirk quickly changed to confusion though as Harry stormed over to him, grabbing Draco by his wrist and pulling him down the hallway.

"What the fuck is your problem Potter?" Harry ignored the blond’s protests, dragging him until they were standing in front of the door to Draco's room, but he couldn't get in without the password. He swung Draco around from where he was struggling to get out of the other boy's tight grasp and slammed him against the wall next to the door, covering the blond’s lips with his own. Harry’s kiss was violent and needy and it only took a moment before Draco was responding with equal voracity, tongues fighting to explore the other's mouth. Harry pulled back, their mixed saliva running out of the corners of his mouth and he nipped at Draco's bottom lip.

"What is your password Draco?" Harry asked, his voice deep with lust as he pressed his entire body against the other, feeling Draco's hardness rubbing tantalizingly against his own. The gray eyes of his once enemy locked with his own, and before he could react, Draco slammed Harry's body back against the door, the bronze handle digging into his hip.

"Horntail." The door swung open, Harry lost his balance in the process, but was saved from the fall as Draco wrapped his arms around his waist. Harry walked backwards into the room, the two boys’ bodies touching the entire time. Draco shut the door with his foot and backed Harry up until he fell onto one of the couches. He climbed on top of the dark haired boy, straddling his waist and rubbing their erections together. They moaned into each other’s mouths as they resumed their heated kiss, Harry dug his fingertips into Draco's hips, pulling them close as he thrust up to the body on top of his. Draco's hands moved to the bottom of Harry's t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, taking Harry's glasses with it. The warm lips returned to his quickly before retreating again and attaching to Harry's collarbone. Harry arched his back as he moaned, thrusting faster against the blond and his fingers began swiftly working on the buttons of Draco's white dress shirt. Harry felt hands reaching down to the top of his pants, swiftly undoing the button and zipper before plunging inside his boxers, fisting his cock. Harry threw his head back and opened his eyes to see Draco looking at him intently, his pale hand moved faster over the green-eyed boy's hardness. Harry reached down to finish with the final buttons of Draco's shirt, but stopped as he noticed the red, crisscrossing scars covering the blond’s torso. The hand that had been causing Harry so much pleasure was now grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up into Draco's eyes.

"I need this Harry, I need to forget." The hard gray eyes were filled with lust, but his voice was pleading and Harry nodded his head. Draco got up from Harry's lap, pulling off his shirt and dragging Harry up from the couch. He pushed Harry's pants and boxer the rest of the way down, leaving him only wearing a pair of red socks. Draco looked down at them and smirked before turning and walking towards his bedroom. Harry couldn't help but notice the scars were much worse on his back, however, he was quickly distracted as the blond’s pants were now around his ankles.

"Do you always go commando Draco?" Harry asked as he quickly followed the the pale boy into his bedroom. Draco laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide, giving Harry a perfect view of his erect cock, its head was glistening with pre-cum. Harry hesitated at the door.

"Potter, have you done anything like this before?" Harry swept his gaze over the other's body before shaking his head.

"No" He never got farther than an occasional grope with Ginny, and no one had ever made Harry feel like he was now. Draco patted the bed beside him, Harry walked over and took the offered spot. Then Draco moved back further on the bed, crooking his finger in a beckoning motion, Harry crawled on top of him, crashing his lips over the other’s as he straddled him. The skin on skin contact made both boys moan. Draco took Harry's hand and placed it on his own cock, showing Harry how he liked to be stroked, before letting go, reaching for Harry's slightly larger member. Harry knew he was getting close, he began thrusting into the pale hand as he bit and licked Draco's chest and nipples.

"Draco I need...please I want more than just this." The hand stopped its motion and Harry looked up to the pale sweaty face.

"Are you sure?" Draco's voice was deep, full of lust and excitement. Harry nodded, stilling his own movements on Draco’s cock.

"Then let me show you, but I'm not going to bottom for a virgin. I'll show you what to do, and maybe if we enjoy it, I might be persuaded to experiment later." Harry hesitated, closing his eyes trying to decide if he wanted this, but the hand was speeding up on his cock, making him forget his own name, then Draco rolled them over.

Harry's upper body was now propped up by a multitude of soft pillows and he whimpered with loss as the hand and the weight on top of him left. Harry opened his eyes to see Draco had crossed the room, his arse in the air as he bent and shuffled around in his school trunk. Harry groaned and began fisting his own cock at the sight of the pale and perfectly shaped butt.

'Zabini’s arse is nothing compared to Draco’s' Harry thought as the blonde finally found what he was looking for. He sauntered back to the bed, placing a small vial of clear liquid on the nightstand beside his wand. He crawled back onto Harry, nudging the other boy's legs apart with his knees, settling in between them, his hands on either side of the green eyed boy's head. Harry's body tensed as he finally realized what he was about to do, letting his hand fall away from his own cock. Draco smiled and leaned in close to Harry's ear, flicking his tongue across the lobe.

"What happened to your Gryffindor bravery Potter?" Harry groaned as Draco bit at his ear before moving back to the spot on his collarbone, making the reddish mark there even darker. The blond sat back slowly on his heels, his nails running down the length of the moaning body beneath him.

"Turn over Harry, on your hands and knees." Harry blinked his eyes, trying to take in Draco's words.

"No, I want to see you." Draco rolled his eyes; his fingers were swirling patterns on Harry's inner thighs. He leaned in close to Harry's crotch and ran his tongue slowly up Harry's cock, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head as he spoke.

"Harry, this will be a lot easier with you on your hands and knees." Harry was writhing, god that felt so good, he knew Draco was using pleasure to try and get Harry to submit, but he was not going to give into the blond’s request.

"You are not shagging me like a dog our first time Draco. I want to see your face when you come inside me." Draco's breath caught at Harry's words and he stopped trying to push the dark haired boy on his stomach. The blond nodded then reached for his wand and the vial on the nightstand. Harry tensed as Draco pointed his wand at his virgin hole and Harry felt a tingling sensation inside of himself.

"What the hell was that?"

"Cleaning charm, I don't know how those infernal muggles survive without them." Harry was about to comment, but all thoughts flew from his mind as a slick finger began rubbing his entrance.

"You need to relax Harry, it will hurt if you don't relax." Harry felt Draco's finger began to probe at his opening, but he couldn't force himself to relax like he had in the bathtub. He felt Draco's tongue at the head of his cock and he gasped in pain and pleasure as the finger was pushed into him and the same time Draco sucked Harry hardness into his mouth. Harry grabbed two handfuls of blond hair as Draco starting bobbing up and down on his cock, then another finger was slipped into his entrance.

"Draco I'm so close…please..." Draco lift his head, letting Harry’s cock fell from his mouth with a popping sound, then curled his fingers, aiming for Harry’s prostate, causing Harry to throw his head back in pleasure.

"Do you want to come before I shove my cock in you Harry? I'm nice...I'll let you. You can come down my throat, and when you are all relaxed I'll shove myself into you and pound you into the mattress until you come again for me. Would you like that Harry?" Draco kept his fingers moving the entire time he spoke and Harry was pushing back onto them, moaning like a whore.

"Yes Draco! Please!!!" Draco smirked and took Harry back into his mouth, moving his head in time with his fingers as he slid a third one into Harry. Suddenly Harry tensed, his whole body shaking, forcing Draco's fingers out of his hole as his orgasm hit. Draco moaned and swallowed the cum as it exploded over his tongue. He licked the rest of the salty liquid from Harry’s cock before looking up at his flushed face. Harry’s eyes were closed, his body was finally relaxed, Draco reached for the vile and quickly spread more lube on his aching cock before positioning himself. Harry opened his eyes as he felt Draco grab hold of his knees, lifting them and pressing into his entrance. It hurt like hell, and Harry grabbed the back of his own knees, trying to make more room for Draco's large cock. Draco pressed in slowly, holding Harry's hips to keep him still.

"Stop moving, Draco…please" Draco was only halfway in, but the pressure of that tight body around him was undoing his discipline.

"I'm trying to be gentle Harry, but you are just so tight, I need it so bad." Draco was shaking with the effort of trying to hold back thrusting into Harry's tight body. The pain was lessening on Harry's end and he tentatively moved his hips towards Draco, which the blond took as the sign that Harry was ready, he grabbed Harry's legs and threw them over his shoulders before slamming the rest of the way into his body.

"FUCK!…Draco...fu-ck." Harry was cringing in pain and it was making his body even tighter.

"I’m sorry Harry, I thought you were ready." Draco leaned towards Harry to kiss away the tears that had gathered at the corner of his eyes, in the process bending the dark hair boy almost in half and lifting Harry's body so that his weight was only supported by his shoulders. The shift in position caused Harry to moan as Draco’s prick rubbed against his prostate.

"Draco...Please....please fuck me…" Draco moaned and captured Harry’s lips with his own as he began to move inside him. He tried to change his angle until he finally found the spot that made Harry cry out.

“Bloody hell!!! Draco...more...harder.” Harry was hard again, his large cock pressed between their sweaty bodies, Draco shifted so that he could wrap his hand around it and began pumping it as he thrust as hard as he could into Harry. Harry’s body was tensing up again as he was being pulled towards another orgasm. He saw white as he came all over his stomach and chest, his body squeezing Draco hard and forcing the blond to come deep inside him. Draco rested his forehead on Harry, breathing hard and softly licking the sweat and cum from his chest. Harry could feel Draco getting soft inside of him and there was a twinge of pain as he pulled out of his body. The blond lay beside him, pushed the other boy to his side and spooned behind him, molding his body to Harry’s. The dark haired boy smiled lazily, closed his eyes and fell asleep in Draco’s warm embrace.

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“Harry, Harry wake up.” Harry opened his eyes slowly and smiled as he felt Draco’s arms still wrapped around him.

“How long have I been out?” Harry asked as he turned to face the blond.

“Not long…um…not that I don’t want you to stay Harry, but my parents are probably going to check on me in a few hours and as much as I enjoyed being with you, I don’t think either of us are ready for a “meet the parents” session, completely starkers and covered in cum.” Harry laughed at the mental scarring Lucius would probably go through, seeing his son and the boy-who-wouldn’t-die wrapped in each other’s arms.

“It’s okay Draco, I understand.” Harry softly kissed Draco’s forehead, not wanting to scare him away permanently with his bad morning breath. They both got up, Harry wincing in pain, Draco wrapped his arms around the shorter boy’s waist and kissed his shoulders softly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” Harry never thought Draco could be this tender and loving with someone.

“It’s okay Draco, a little pain was definitely worth it.” Draco let go of Harry’s waist, grabbed his wand from the floor and cast a cleaning charm on the dried cum on Harry’s stomach before taking him back into his arms.

“Harry, we can talk about this more later, but I don’t want this to be a one night thing.” Draco’s voice was nervous and unsure and Harry pulled him closer.

“It won’t be Draco.”


A/N Hmm, I'm not too happy with this chapter, I don't think I'm very good at this lemon business, but I would love to hear what you think
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