With A Dragon's Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
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21,808
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75
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: The Commencement part two
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: The Commencement part two
“Please trust me. I won’t hurt you. I only want to help you. All right?” he asked sincerely.
Harry could only nod in response, but added, “I’m scared.”
“I know Harry.”
Harry lifted his eyes to the Slytherin boy who just called him Harry.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco closed his eyes to contemplate. Is this really the right time? Harry might not be ready for this. He sighs and looks deeply into Harry’s eyes, trying to find any sort of resistance in them. But there is none. Harry is watching him; watching his every movement. It’s as if Harry is trying to read *his* eyes. It is not the look of a pleading expression, rather a face of trust. An apprehensive trust, but a trust nonetheless. Harry bites his lower lip nervously but cannot hide his ambivalence.
“Are you all right?” Draco whispers.
Harry only nods and then slowly parts his lips to speak.
“I will go slow, I promise,” Draco assures him, as if he read the boy’s mind.
Harry nods again, giving him a soft, warm smile.
“I only want to ask you two favors, Harry.”
Harry slightly raises his eyebrows, waiting for the request.
“Please let me know if it gets to be too much for you, and second,” Draco pauses. “I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to know it’s *me* that’s touching you and not…”
Harry lowers his eyes briefly then gazes back up to the grey-eyed boy and barely nods. Draco returns the smile then sighs in relief. Draco leans his face down to him and gently strokes his cheek against Harry’s. The Slytherin boy stretches out his body and gingerly lies on top of Harry. Draco makes sure not to bring his entire weight upon the boy so he doesn\'t frighten him of entrapment. Moving his face to Harry’s neck, Draco skims along his neck with his lips. Draco starts kissing him from his nape up to Harry’s jaw, brushing his lips from side to side.
Holding himself on his elbows, Draco licks Harry’s earlobe slowly, and circles it around Harry’s lobe before lightly sucking on it. He lets go of his ear and runs his tongue down the length of to Harry’s jaw. Draco pauses for a moment to observe Harry’s reaction. The Gryffindor’s eyes are glazed over and Draco wonders if Harry is on the verge of tears.
“Are you all right?” he mouths.
Harry blinks quickly, focuses on Draco\'s lips, and nods. Taking his silent cue, Draco places his lips tenderly on Harry’s. His mouth is warm and he barely parts them to allow Draco access into it. Draco is hesitant, but he complies by running the tip of his tongue just inside Harry’s mouth. He finds the boys mouth to be sweet and inviting, but fights the urge to deepen the kiss. Draco moves away and finds Harry looking at him in confusion.
“Not yet, Harry,” he says sincerely.
Draco resists the temptation to apologize; instead, he descends himself down Harry’s body. The tanned golden boy’s skin erupts with gooseflesh as the contact of the two naked chests meet. Draco lowers himself further, just enough to where his mouth is right above Harry’s pale nipple. Draco explores it with the tip of his tongue before tugging on it with his front teeth. A shiver runs through Harry from the sudden sensation and a quiet moan escaped from the back of his throat. Hearing this, Draco eased himself back up, and moulded his skin into Harry. Draco\'s body began to rock against the boy’s, intensifying the heat that was already present. In slow movements, the Slytherin boy worked up a gentle rhythm, rotating his hips into Harry’s. Draco quickly glanced up and smiled as he witnessed the boy underneath him had tilted his head back and was breathing shallow.
Dropping his head back down, Draco kissed Harry’s shoulder and unconsciously began stroking his hands up and down Harry’s arms. Two hearts began pounding together and twin moans emerged from their mouths. Every cell in Harry’s body came alive. He instinctively pressed is hips up into Draco\'s, but was trapped by the weight on top of him. Harry tugged at his binds and groaned in frustration. He felt Draco nod into his neck and in a swift motion, Draco reached for his wand. The blonde waved it across Harry’s squirming form and freed Harry from his torture. Immediately Harry entwined his fingers in Draco\'s hair, and placed his feet over Draco\'s ankles. Resting his head back in the crevice of Harry’s neck, Draco ran his hands down the boy’s side until it settled on his hips.
Draco firmly took hold of them and began to grind his hips into the impatient boy, but he stopped short when it became apparent that he was on the verge of an orgasm. Draco remembered Harry’s bruised cock and wondered to himself if this was causing any discomfort for the boy. The boy under him groaned in protest when he paused. Draco raised an arm again to grab his wand that was lying beside the pillow. Not wanting to break contact with Harry, Draco lifted himself slightly, caressing his hands down Harry’s heaving chest. He curled his fingers under the top of Harry’s pajama bottoms and pulled them down to expose Harry’s weeping but swollen member. He muttered a healing spell and watched in awe as the bruises faded away, turning it into a beautiful pulsating flesh.
Draco gasped and wanted so badly to taste the exquisite skin, but contained himself, hoping that there might be another chance. He pulled the bottom back over it and once again slid up Harry’s tensed figure. Aligning his own cock directly over Harry’s, Draco picked up the slow rhythm from where he left off. The panting Gryffindor gripped the Slytherin’s hair again and pulled him down for a kiss. Draco was shocked briefly but responded with an eager mouth. Harry moaned into the feverish kiss and arched his back the best that he could, causing Draco to throw his head back while holding his breath.
Draco bent his head back down again and began devouring the exposed neck; kissing, licking and nipping at the flushed skin. Draco fought desperately to refrain his own release, demanding himself to wait till Harry reaches it first. Draco bites his lower lip and a thin layer of sweat coats his skin from his resistance. It’s a painful pleasure as he feels his essence draws near. Below him, Harry is also struggling. He is fighting to savor this current, intense feeling versus a memory of a painful one. Draco can no longer hold out.
“Harry, *please*,” Draco says, choking.
That familiar, sobbing voice brought Harry back into reality and his body begins to spasm uncontrollably. Hearing Harry howl underneath him and feeling the hot fluid seeping through their clothes, Draco\'s body seizes up and screams inarticulate words. Caught up in the aftershock of his prolonged release, Draco collapses on Harry’s rigid form, almost knocking the wind out of Harry. Harry gasps softly but he is comforted in the fact that *Draco* did this to him. It was Draco who freed him of his tormented mind. And even with the limp body on top of him, Harry manages to move his hand along the pale blonde’s hair, caressing it tenderly.
Harry tries to speak normal, but because of his compressed chest, he whispers in a low rasping voice.
“Draco.”
“Shh,” he replies in an equally hoarse throat. “Thank you.”
Harry flutters his eyes open in confusion. *He’s thanking ME?*
“That was wonderful,” Draco purrs.
Harry still cannot respond.
Draco hums softly then says, “It’s all right. I promise to be quiet this time.”
Harry’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open. *Who is he talking to?*
Draco hums again. “Besides, mother is asleep. She won’t hear us.”
Harry’s entire body freezes, his stomach tightens and he tries to fight the impulse to retch. He vaguely sees a dark figure in the corner of his eye, and without turning his head; he diverts his eyes to the doorway. It is Snape. Harry’s eyes plead him to help. Snape mouths “Don’t move” and Harry flicks his head ‘yes’. Snape raises his wand and the pale blonde falls lifeless on Harry’s shaking body. Draco is asleep. Snape sighs and Harry closes his eyes and begins to sob violently.
~*~*~*~*~
“Please trust me. I won’t hurt you. I only want to help you. All right?” he asked sincerely.
Harry could only nod in response, but added, “I’m scared.”
“I know Harry.”
Harry lifted his eyes to the Slytherin boy who just called him Harry.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco closed his eyes to contemplate. Is this really the right time? Harry might not be ready for this. He sighs and looks deeply into Harry’s eyes, trying to find any sort of resistance in them. But there is none. Harry is watching him; watching his every movement. It’s as if Harry is trying to read *his* eyes. It is not the look of a pleading expression, rather a face of trust. An apprehensive trust, but a trust nonetheless. Harry bites his lower lip nervously but cannot hide his ambivalence.
“Are you all right?” Draco whispers.
Harry only nods and then slowly parts his lips to speak.
“I will go slow, I promise,” Draco assures him, as if he read the boy’s mind.
Harry nods again, giving him a soft, warm smile.
“I only want to ask you two favors, Harry.”
Harry slightly raises his eyebrows, waiting for the request.
“Please let me know if it gets to be too much for you, and second,” Draco pauses. “I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to know it’s *me* that’s touching you and not…”
Harry lowers his eyes briefly then gazes back up to the grey-eyed boy and barely nods. Draco returns the smile then sighs in relief. Draco leans his face down to him and gently strokes his cheek against Harry’s. The Slytherin boy stretches out his body and gingerly lies on top of Harry. Draco makes sure not to bring his entire weight upon the boy so he doesn\'t frighten him of entrapment. Moving his face to Harry’s neck, Draco skims along his neck with his lips. Draco starts kissing him from his nape up to Harry’s jaw, brushing his lips from side to side.
Holding himself on his elbows, Draco licks Harry’s earlobe slowly, and circles it around Harry’s lobe before lightly sucking on it. He lets go of his ear and runs his tongue down the length of to Harry’s jaw. Draco pauses for a moment to observe Harry’s reaction. The Gryffindor’s eyes are glazed over and Draco wonders if Harry is on the verge of tears.
“Are you all right?” he mouths.
Harry blinks quickly, focuses on Draco\'s lips, and nods. Taking his silent cue, Draco places his lips tenderly on Harry’s. His mouth is warm and he barely parts them to allow Draco access into it. Draco is hesitant, but he complies by running the tip of his tongue just inside Harry’s mouth. He finds the boys mouth to be sweet and inviting, but fights the urge to deepen the kiss. Draco moves away and finds Harry looking at him in confusion.
“Not yet, Harry,” he says sincerely.
Draco resists the temptation to apologize; instead, he descends himself down Harry’s body. The tanned golden boy’s skin erupts with gooseflesh as the contact of the two naked chests meet. Draco lowers himself further, just enough to where his mouth is right above Harry’s pale nipple. Draco explores it with the tip of his tongue before tugging on it with his front teeth. A shiver runs through Harry from the sudden sensation and a quiet moan escaped from the back of his throat. Hearing this, Draco eased himself back up, and moulded his skin into Harry. Draco\'s body began to rock against the boy’s, intensifying the heat that was already present. In slow movements, the Slytherin boy worked up a gentle rhythm, rotating his hips into Harry’s. Draco quickly glanced up and smiled as he witnessed the boy underneath him had tilted his head back and was breathing shallow.
Dropping his head back down, Draco kissed Harry’s shoulder and unconsciously began stroking his hands up and down Harry’s arms. Two hearts began pounding together and twin moans emerged from their mouths. Every cell in Harry’s body came alive. He instinctively pressed is hips up into Draco\'s, but was trapped by the weight on top of him. Harry tugged at his binds and groaned in frustration. He felt Draco nod into his neck and in a swift motion, Draco reached for his wand. The blonde waved it across Harry’s squirming form and freed Harry from his torture. Immediately Harry entwined his fingers in Draco\'s hair, and placed his feet over Draco\'s ankles. Resting his head back in the crevice of Harry’s neck, Draco ran his hands down the boy’s side until it settled on his hips.
Draco firmly took hold of them and began to grind his hips into the impatient boy, but he stopped short when it became apparent that he was on the verge of an orgasm. Draco remembered Harry’s bruised cock and wondered to himself if this was causing any discomfort for the boy. The boy under him groaned in protest when he paused. Draco raised an arm again to grab his wand that was lying beside the pillow. Not wanting to break contact with Harry, Draco lifted himself slightly, caressing his hands down Harry’s heaving chest. He curled his fingers under the top of Harry’s pajama bottoms and pulled them down to expose Harry’s weeping but swollen member. He muttered a healing spell and watched in awe as the bruises faded away, turning it into a beautiful pulsating flesh.
Draco gasped and wanted so badly to taste the exquisite skin, but contained himself, hoping that there might be another chance. He pulled the bottom back over it and once again slid up Harry’s tensed figure. Aligning his own cock directly over Harry’s, Draco picked up the slow rhythm from where he left off. The panting Gryffindor gripped the Slytherin’s hair again and pulled him down for a kiss. Draco was shocked briefly but responded with an eager mouth. Harry moaned into the feverish kiss and arched his back the best that he could, causing Draco to throw his head back while holding his breath.
Draco bent his head back down again and began devouring the exposed neck; kissing, licking and nipping at the flushed skin. Draco fought desperately to refrain his own release, demanding himself to wait till Harry reaches it first. Draco bites his lower lip and a thin layer of sweat coats his skin from his resistance. It’s a painful pleasure as he feels his essence draws near. Below him, Harry is also struggling. He is fighting to savor this current, intense feeling versus a memory of a painful one. Draco can no longer hold out.
“Harry, *please*,” Draco says, choking.
That familiar, sobbing voice brought Harry back into reality and his body begins to spasm uncontrollably. Hearing Harry howl underneath him and feeling the hot fluid seeping through their clothes, Draco\'s body seizes up and screams inarticulate words. Caught up in the aftershock of his prolonged release, Draco collapses on Harry’s rigid form, almost knocking the wind out of Harry. Harry gasps softly but he is comforted in the fact that *Draco* did this to him. It was Draco who freed him of his tormented mind. And even with the limp body on top of him, Harry manages to move his hand along the pale blonde’s hair, caressing it tenderly.
Harry tries to speak normal, but because of his compressed chest, he whispers in a low rasping voice.
“Draco.”
“Shh,” he replies in an equally hoarse throat. “Thank you.”
Harry flutters his eyes open in confusion. *He’s thanking ME?*
“That was wonderful,” Draco purrs.
Harry still cannot respond.
Draco hums softly then says, “It’s all right. I promise to be quiet this time.”
Harry’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open. *Who is he talking to?*
Draco hums again. “Besides, mother is asleep. She won’t hear us.”
Harry’s entire body freezes, his stomach tightens and he tries to fight the impulse to retch. He vaguely sees a dark figure in the corner of his eye, and without turning his head; he diverts his eyes to the doorway. It is Snape. Harry’s eyes plead him to help. Snape mouths “Don’t move” and Harry flicks his head ‘yes’. Snape raises his wand and the pale blonde falls lifeless on Harry’s shaking body. Draco is asleep. Snape sighs and Harry closes his eyes and begins to sob violently.
~*~*~*~*~