HOME IS WHERE HIS HEART IS

Chapter Thirteen


The following three days were spent getting ready for their search for the negrasus. Harry had asked Severus where Draco kept disappearing during the first two days, and was told he was at the Ministry. He didn’t ask why.

The third day, Draco sat with Remus and Severus as Harry rode the horse around the corral. “So, how did you think you did?” Remus asked.

“It feel like I did well. My working at the London Ministry helped in the written. I find out the results in a week. They’ll be owling me in London. I still wish I didn’t have to go back,” Draco sighed.

“It’s only for a month, then you’ll be here. It will be worth it,” Remus reassured.

“Did you tell Harry your plans yet?” Severus asked.

“No, I want to wait until I get my test results back first,” Draco replied. “I’m going to see if Harry needs a hand,” he added, getting up to make his way to the stables.

“You know that Harry’s going to think he’s leaving for good, don’t you?” Remus quietly said to Severus.

“Yes, I know.”

“We going to tell him he’ll be coming back?” Remus asked. “I still don’t understand why all the secrecy.”

“Draco loves Harry, and wants to be here with him, but he also still wants his independence. He wants to feel that he’s useful. Teaching would be good for him. He once had aspirations on being a professor when he was at Hogwarts. It was good though he went to the Ministry. He was good at what he did there. He was respected and well liked. It helped him feel that the Malfoy name wasn’t tainted due to his father,” Severus said.

“So, any ideas on how to get them a little closer on our little trip?” Remus mischievously smirked.

The two of them were soon seen with their heads together, quietly talking amongst themselves, occasionally looking at the oblivious Harry and Draco in the corral.


~*~


The morning Harry, Draco, Severus, and Remus shared a big breakfast with the others. Colby was going to stay with Doreen for the week that they would be gone.

“Are you going to miss me, Daddy?” Colby quietly asked, after climbing onto Harry’s lap.

“Of course I will, C.J. I’ll be thinking of you all the time while I’m gone.”

“I don’t want you to go, but I know you has to,” Colby said. “I’ll miss you, Daddy,” he added, putting his arms around Harry’s neck.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Harry said by Colby’s ear, hugging him tight. “I’ll take lots of pictures so you can see where we’re going.”

“Love you,” Colby said.

“Love you, too,” Harry smiled, getting up with Colby still in his arms. “Be good for Doreen and we’ll be back before you know it.” He hugged him again, then set him down after kissing his cheek.

Draco, Severus, and Remus followed Colby out the yard where their four horses were saddled and ready to go. Remus and Severus mounted their horses, waiting for the other two.

Harry had just climbed onto his horse. He looked back at Colby and smiled to himself when he saw his son tugging on Draco’s sleeve.

Draco knelt down. “Take care of Daddy for me,” Colby whispered.

“Always,” Draco smiled, surprised when Colby gave him a quick hug, then ran over to Doreen and Michael who were also seeing them off. Draco climbed on the mare, and adjusted the hat that Harry gave him, then waved as they slowly left down the trail near the back of the house.


Harry estimated they would get to the canyon by dusk the following day. They rode the first day, talking back and forth about their friends and family. They stopped a few times to rest their horses and have their packaged meals which Doreen made for them. Harry, as promised, took lots of pictures of the scenery and themselves to take back home. That first night, they gathered around the fire after pitching the two tents that they would be sleeping in. Severus kindly asked if Harry could tell them about Colby’s mother.

“Only if you’re up to it,” Draco smiled, sitting across from Harry from the fire.

“I’m okay with it,” Harry shrugged, poking the fire with a stick. “It’s been awhile since her death, but it doesn’t hurt so much now. I have a reminder of her every time I look at Colby’s face,” he grinned.

Harry then told of the time he first came to Montana, met Cheyanne, then of their friendship, and of some of their friends that they met together. A few hours later, after a few glasses of whiskey, they went into their tents. Remus and Severus shared a tent, no longer hiding that they were a couple, leaving Harry and Draco sharing the other.

Harry stripped down to his boxers, watching Draco do the same a few feet away. He met Draco’s eye, then looked away. He spelled his sleeping bag to be warm and cushioned, then crawled in. He heard a muttered curse, and looked across to Draco.

“You okay?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, just sore a bit. It’s been awhile since I rode a horse for that long,” Draco sighed.

Harry unzipped his sleeping bag and reached in his pack for a tube of salve. He crawled over to Draco and unzipped the bag. “Turn on your stomach,” he instructed.

“Why?” Draco asked, looking at Harry, then at the salve.

“I made this salve for tender areas. We use quite a bit of it at the ranch. It helps. Trust me,” Harry grinned. “So, turn over,” he repeated.

Draco did, then leaned his chin on his hands. He felt Harry settle between his legs, then warm slick hands kneading his lower thighs. “Mmm, that feels good,” he sighed. “Cheyanne sounded like she was a good friend.”

“She was,” Harry replied, working the salve into the skin. His hands slid down to the inside of the thighs, kneading the skin with his fingers and palms. As he slowly massaged higher, his breathing grew heavy, his cock growing heavy with arousal, just from the feel of Draco, not to mention the moans of pleasure coming from him. His hands slipped under the loose leg of the boxers, teasing, then kneading where thigh met butt cheek.

Draco’s forehead was leaning on his folded arms, holding in a moan as Harry’s fingers kneaded his upper thighs. He spread his legs more as he pressed his erection against the sleeping bag beneath him. He felt first the tickle of hair at his lower back, then wet lips as they kissed where his back dipped.

“Harry,” he huskily moaned as he glanced back, meeting the deep emerald orbs of Harry’s heated gaze.

“Evanesco,” Harry murmured against Draco’s back for the boxers to disappear off Draco and himself. A softly spoken cleaning spell was soon heard after. “I need you, Dray. I want to hear you moan my name as I bury myself deep inside of you,” Harry breathlessly said, as he closed his eyes, marking his way down to the curve of one cheek, while his hands slid to Draco’s hips to lift him.

Draco couldn’t hold back the moan when Harry bit harder on his arse cheek. He felt Harry’s warm hands glide to his arse, spreading him, then a swipe of a tongue as it stroked from his balls to the top of his crease. He pressed back, his hands clenching the sleeping bag as Harry’s tongue teased the outer ring of his entrance, just teasing as he poked his tongue in then withdrew right away.

“Gods, Harrrry, please, more,” Draco panted.

Harry reached down to grip the base of Draco’s cock, holding back his release. He was ready to cum just from hearing the moans coming from the blond. He whispered a binding spell on himself, moaning against Draco’s hole when he felt the invisible band around the base of his cock.

“Fuck! Harry,” Draco growled when he also felt the invisible band around the base of his own cock, stopping his orgasm that was so close. “Ahh, gods,” he groaned when Harry suddenly pierced the hole with his tongue.

“Not ready for you to cum yet. I want you to beg for it, to cum when I’m inside of you,” Harry huskily said, withdrawing briefly to then dive back in again and again.

“Please, Harry, touch me,” Draco pleaded, wanting to feel Harry’s hands on his cock.

Harry withdrew his lips to begin nibbling and sucking on the skin of Draco’s arse. Groans of frustration from Draco soon were moans and pleas for more as Harry lightly stroked Draco’s erection and slipped a lubricated finger in Draco’s hole.

“You are so hard for me, Dray,” Harry whispered as his thumb glided over the leaking head of Draco’s cock. He drew back his finger from Draco’s hole to then slip in another, scissoring them deep inside.

“Please Harry, I – I need to . . . ” Draco incoherently moaned as he thrust into Harry’s hand and pushed back against the thrusting fingers inside of him.

Harry smiled against Draco’s lower back as Draco groaned when he took his hand off his cock. He knelt up, pushing Draco’s hips down as he continued to thrust his fingers inside.

“Harry,” Draco moaned, when he felt the fingers leave him, then something much bigger push against his hole. “Godss, yesss,” he whimpered as Harry slowly sheathed himself deeper.

“So tight – so good,” Harry moaned by Draco’s ear, leaning over his back, bracing his one hand at the side of the blond’s head.

Draco turned his head and his lips were immediately devoured by Harry’s in a hungry, frenzied kiss as Harry set a slow, torturous pace for both of them.

“More, Harry,” Draco breathed against Harry’s lips.

Harry raised his upper body, pulling Draco up with him. He slammed in hard and fast as he gripped Draco’s hips.

“Yesss,” Draco cried out as he met Harry thrust for thrust. “Deeper – harder – please – fasster.”

“Fuck, Dray,” Harry moaned after releasing the magical band around his and Draco’s cock. His orgasm was almost painful as he erupted deep inside of Draco.

Draco’s arms collapsed and he lay on the cum splattered sleeping bag, welcoming the heavy chest that was pressed against his back. He arched his neck to the side when he felt Harry trail kisses up and down his neck.

“Is that the way you treat all saddle pain?” he quietly asked.

“No, but this was a special case.” Harry grinned, slowly raising himself off of Draco.

Draco turned onto his back, looking up at Harry. He reached his hand up to slip behind Harry’s damp neck, and pulled down. “I’ll probably be sore tomorrow too,” he grinned.

“Then we’ll have to repeat the treatment,” Harry huskily said, leaning in to claim the very willing lips in an exploratory kiss.


Remus and Severus were just coming down from their own orgasmic high, and lay spooned together in their combined sleeping bag. “I guess we don’t need to push them together,” Remus grinned, kissing Severus’s hand before snuggling more against his mate’s chest.

“We’ll have to remind them on how to do silencing spells. I didn’t know Draco was a screamer,” Severus chuckled.


In the next tent, Harry was snuggled against Draco’s side, his head laying on the blond’s shoulder, slowly drifting off to sleep at the feel of fingers slowly sifting through the back of his hair. Each holding back the words they weren’t ready to say out loud yet.


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