With Teeth
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
18,798
Reviews:
64
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Right Where It Belongs
**See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you\'re on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?**
--
A blonde and a brunette walked languidly through the hallway, completely ignorant of all the other bodies jostling around them. They had nowhere to be. Nobody mattered but each other. They had a date together in the dungeons. The brunette had a job, and upon completion of said job the blonde was required to reward him. There really was no reason to use the word ‘required’, however, because giving the reward was really the highlight of the blonde’s day. And if the brunette slipped up and needed punishing instead? Well that was okay, too.
**
It was simple really. It was one of the very first lessons they had learned in their first week at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, the fact that it was performed wandlessly was no never-mind. The pure raw emotion behind the spell was a testament to the connection between the two involved.
A simple ‘Wingardium Leviosa’ was all it took.
**
Anyone looking in at the relationship between the two would never really recognize anything different. The two still fought, though there was a decided spark in both their eyes that wasn’t there before. Of course, every once in a while there would be a day where the brunette would go completely out of character and be nice or even gracious towards the blonde’s friends, or Merlin forbid, to the blonde himself.
It was usually after one of these episodes that the brunette got a particularly satisfying reward.
**
The spell had hit the falling body with a silver splash swirling around the limbs and torso, fighting against the wind throwing itself around the castle. The magic gently slowed then lifted the body, following a lazy sort of dance up the side of the tower.
Draco had stood gob smacked as the body floated over the edge of the stone wall and down to his feet. He had dropped to his knees instantly, reaching out and effectively breaking the spell. But it was alright; green eyes stared hard into his, just as confused and maybe just as happy.
**
The scars had of course healed. No new ones were ever made, unless of course you count the evidence of their play. Which one shouldn’t, because they were always healed afterwards with a tremendous amount of gentle care and love. The blonde never saw another client. He devoted all of his time and energy to the brunette.
They were both the happier for it.
**
Of course the second their eyes had met on the tower, Harry on his back and Draco on his knees, the smaller boy had burst into body wracking sobs. He had fisted Draco’s shirt, holding himself as close as possible. Having failed at the only solution he’d managed to come up with, he was lost, but Draco finally had the chance to tell him exactly what he’d discovered since their previous parting.
That they were made for each other.
And he couldn’t be happier with it.
**
There were of course many rumours regarding the end of Draco’s service to the public. None of them ever came nearly close to the truth. It was simply too much of a stretch to imagine Draco choosing one out of the many, let alone that that one was Harry Potter.
And the fact that the two were seen as so completely opposite from each other, figure heads of two different sides in a war and child hood rivals from the beginning, made it that much more difficult to see the truth. Under the surface of everyday proceedings, when they’d exchange a look, or slip a touch, or even find each other in a dark corner between classes long enough to steal a kiss or even a hug...
No one ever imagined the truth.
It was simply too bizarre.
And that made it perfect.
--
**What if everything around you
Isn\'t quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?**
Are you sure what side you\'re on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?**
--
A blonde and a brunette walked languidly through the hallway, completely ignorant of all the other bodies jostling around them. They had nowhere to be. Nobody mattered but each other. They had a date together in the dungeons. The brunette had a job, and upon completion of said job the blonde was required to reward him. There really was no reason to use the word ‘required’, however, because giving the reward was really the highlight of the blonde’s day. And if the brunette slipped up and needed punishing instead? Well that was okay, too.
**
It was simple really. It was one of the very first lessons they had learned in their first week at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, the fact that it was performed wandlessly was no never-mind. The pure raw emotion behind the spell was a testament to the connection between the two involved.
A simple ‘Wingardium Leviosa’ was all it took.
**
Anyone looking in at the relationship between the two would never really recognize anything different. The two still fought, though there was a decided spark in both their eyes that wasn’t there before. Of course, every once in a while there would be a day where the brunette would go completely out of character and be nice or even gracious towards the blonde’s friends, or Merlin forbid, to the blonde himself.
It was usually after one of these episodes that the brunette got a particularly satisfying reward.
**
The spell had hit the falling body with a silver splash swirling around the limbs and torso, fighting against the wind throwing itself around the castle. The magic gently slowed then lifted the body, following a lazy sort of dance up the side of the tower.
Draco had stood gob smacked as the body floated over the edge of the stone wall and down to his feet. He had dropped to his knees instantly, reaching out and effectively breaking the spell. But it was alright; green eyes stared hard into his, just as confused and maybe just as happy.
**
The scars had of course healed. No new ones were ever made, unless of course you count the evidence of their play. Which one shouldn’t, because they were always healed afterwards with a tremendous amount of gentle care and love. The blonde never saw another client. He devoted all of his time and energy to the brunette.
They were both the happier for it.
**
Of course the second their eyes had met on the tower, Harry on his back and Draco on his knees, the smaller boy had burst into body wracking sobs. He had fisted Draco’s shirt, holding himself as close as possible. Having failed at the only solution he’d managed to come up with, he was lost, but Draco finally had the chance to tell him exactly what he’d discovered since their previous parting.
That they were made for each other.
And he couldn’t be happier with it.
**
There were of course many rumours regarding the end of Draco’s service to the public. None of them ever came nearly close to the truth. It was simply too much of a stretch to imagine Draco choosing one out of the many, let alone that that one was Harry Potter.
And the fact that the two were seen as so completely opposite from each other, figure heads of two different sides in a war and child hood rivals from the beginning, made it that much more difficult to see the truth. Under the surface of everyday proceedings, when they’d exchange a look, or slip a touch, or even find each other in a dark corner between classes long enough to steal a kiss or even a hug...
No one ever imagined the truth.
It was simply too bizarre.
And that made it perfect.
--
**What if everything around you
Isn\'t quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?**