Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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28,195
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Reclaimed
Chapter Number/Total: 14/49
Chapter Title: Reclaimed
Words: 2148 Words
“You sure you can Apparate right now?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Yeah," said Harry, crawling over to Draco slowly and wrapping his arms around him. He closed his eyes and braced himself, concentrating on the bed in their suite. The feeling of the Apparation made his head hurt even more and he groaned, but at least he hadn't splinched himself.
Draco groaned with him. "Bit of a rough one, but we're here," he gasped.
Harry nodded, tightening his hold on Draco and pressing his forehead to his shoulder.
Draco enjoyed the tight press of his lover. "Still here, still yours," he rasped, kissing the top of Harry's head.
Harry nodded again, closing his eyes. "It was worse this time," he said very quietly. "Much worse."
"Yes, it was," Draco said. His heart speeding up, though not sure if it was the memory or Harry's fear that upset him.
"Merlin, do you have to do that again, Draco?" Harry asked, voice cracking. "I don't want it to get worse. It even hurt me this time and that didn't happen before. Merlin, Draco, you can't even possibly know how much this scares me." He clutched at Draco's shirt.
Draco took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Yes, it scares me, too," he whispered.
Harry let out a dry sob. What else was there to say? Nothing. He'd already talked about this with Draco - about Draco dying, but it didn't make it any less terrifying, and the image of Draco's bloody form on the floor kept flashing through his mind. He shivered.
"Shh, love," Draco soothed. "Don't think about it."
"I don't want to think about it," Harry whispered, eyes still shut tightly.
"Then look at me, touch me, feel me," Draco whispered. "See that I am here and alive and completely yours."
Harry shivered again and brought one hand up and tangled his fingers in Draco's hair. "I love you," he whispered. "We're getting married - we are married. I love you." He tried to push the awful images and thoughts from his mind, trying to think and feel only Draco.
"My husband, my lover." Draco smiled. He sighed as Harry's fingers wrapped in his hair.
Harry sighed too, moving from Draco's shoulder to face him, finally opening his eyes. "I just want to feel you," he whispered, pressing his lips to Draco's very lightly. "I just want to touch you."
"Please," Draco opened his eyes, looking into Harry's with a look of need and desire. "I need you," he whispered.
Harry kissed Draco again, slowly this time and with more want. He slid his hand back down from Draco's hair and gently grasped the hem of Draco's shirt to pull it off of him, touching as much skin as he could in the process.
Draco raised his arms, helping Harry take his shirt off.
Harry let the shirt fall as soon as it was removed and ran his hands flat across Draco's chest and down his sides, pressing their mouths together again.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry's, his tongue sliding forward to meet his lover's. He trembled at his touch, naked and open.
Harry knew that making love to Draco wouldn't fix everything, that it wouldn't make him any less scared, but it calmed him and made him feel much better. The familiarity of Draco's skin, lips and tongue was so needed and ... relaxing almost. It was like it entranced him. He began pulling at his own shirt, wanting to feel more of Draco's skin.
Draco sat before his lover, watching and waiting. His own need was rising with Harry's, the other man's magic sending shivers over his skin.
Harry lifted his own shirt off and then pressed his chest to Draco's, making little whining sounds and sliding hands around to roam over the skin of Draco's back, touching him everywhere he could.
Draco shifted up on his knees, spreading them more and holding his arms out from his sides. Harry's hands seemed to be everywhere and it made him moan and shiver.
Harry slid his tongue along Draco's lips, trailing his left arm from Draco's back and up his side again. He moved it along Draco's outstretched arm and entwined their fingers, his heart beating against Draco's chest.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, every touch from Harry making him feel more alive than ever.
Harry pulled Draco down to the bed with him, wrapping legs around him and grinding up into him, just wanting to feel all that he could. He held him very close to his body, not wanting there to be a single inch of space between them.
Draco curled himself around Harry, pressing every inch of skin against his husband's. "All of me, yours," he whispered.
"Mine," whispered Harry, the words comforting like they always were. He rolled them both over so that he was pressing Draco to the bed now and staring down at him. He Summoned lubricant and slicked his fingers before kissing Draco again, his eyes never leaving him.
Draco was panting at the look on Harry's face and his touch. "Yes," he answered, spreading himself for Harry in anticipation.
Harry closed his eyes and slid his tongue into Draco's mouth at the same moment as he pushed his fingers into him gently, groaning at that tight warmth.
"Ah," Draco sighed, mouth and body opening to his lover. His tongue slid alongside Harry's as his hand slid around the other man's back.
Harry prepared Draco slowly and gently, the pace exactly what he needed. He needed to know that he had time to take as long as he wanted with the man beneath him. He needed to know that he could do this all night and into tomorrow if he wanted to. "I love you," he whispered very quietly as he pulled his fingers out of Draco's stretched entrance and slicked himself.
Draco relaxed into Harry's touch, letting him take the time and enjoying it. His own cock was full and hard. He loved the feeling of being this turned on but totally submitting to Harry's choices. He was more than ready when Harry pulled his fingers out and readied himself.
Harry locked eyes on Draco's face and guided himself into him, pushing in with careful ease. "Hold me, Draco, please," he said, sliding all the way in and lowering his body to kiss Draco's lips.
Draco held Harry close with his hand around his waist and his legs around Harry's hips. "Yes, inside me." Draco nearly wept at the feelings of love and pleasure that coursed through him.
Harry gasped quietly and moved with long, slow thrusts into Draco, trying to make everything count, trying to feel every little twitch and every little shudder.
Draco panted and sighed, each movement from Harry making him tremble. "Oh, Gods, yes," Draco moaned, lost in this slow love-making. It was like the opposite of the earlier experience. Harry's touch was soothing and warm, his magic sending pleasure in waves along with the feel of his cock.
Harry licked and sucked along Draco's skin, leaving light marks. "Draco," he moaned breathlessly, eyes half-closed. He traced all the lines and bumps in Draco's body with gentle fingertips. It was almost as if he were worshipping him, worshipping his beautiful body.
Every lick, every touch sent tremors though Draco's body, clenching around his lover's cock. "Harry, my love," Draco said, sighing, eyes closed and face showing his pleasure.
Harry gasped with pleasure as Draco clenched around him, a decidedly very wonderful jolt shooting through his body. "Draco," he gasped, a strong tingling in his lower parts signalling the start of his orgasm.
"Yes, yes, Harry," Draco chanted, feeling the rising power in his lover. He arched up into him, clenching around Harry's cock and smiling at the response.
Harry threw his head back, crying out Draco's name again as he emptied himself into him. It was a long orgasm, seeming to match the slow pace they had set and he felt utterly relaxed afterwards, going limp against Draco and trembling in the aftermath.
"Yes, yes," Draco cried out, coming in long shuddering spasms. Power, pleasure and sensation mingled in his body, seeming to erase every vestige of pain from him.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco's slick, trembling body and held him tightly as they shuddered together. "I love you so much," he whispered breathlessly into Draco's ear.
"Yes, oh, yes, I love you," he answered. He laughed happily, feeling intoxicated and realising his throat no longer hurt. He opened his eyes and blinked, he could see again.
Harry smiled and sighed, not feeling like moving at all. He lowered his head to rest beneath Draco's chin and sort of pressed to the skin there.
"Perfect, completely perfect," Draco sighed. It was all worth it. He was thinking of the line that he would rather "die a thousand deaths" rather than give up one minute with Harry.
Harry nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of Draco's skin. He couldn't think of anything really in this wonderful euphoria.
Draco reached for his wand, and realised he had left it with Ron. He reached and found Harry's instead, using it to Summon the blanket, pulling it up over the two of them.
***
They had taken a few days to rest and were relaxing in the sitting room of Draco's suite. Draco stretched and walked over to the window, looking out over the gardens.
Harry stood up from his chair and stood behind Draco, wrapping arms about his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. "We should take a walk sometime out there," he said, kissing the skin below his ear.
Draco rested his hand on Harry's at his waist and smiled. Every touch from his husband brought that same sense of joy and he never tired of it. "Mmhmm," he hummed in response, leaning his cheek against Harry's hair.
Harry smiled and sighed happily, the feeling of Draco's warm body as wonderful as ever.
"When are we going to have that damn Quidditch game?" Ron asked as he frowned at Hermione, who was reading a book. He seemed bored.
Harry shrugged, not wanting to let go of Draco to look at Ron.
There was a pop and Leakey stood in the middle of the room, holding a silver tray with a parchment in the middle of it. "Master Draco," he squeaked.
Draco turned and frowned at the elf. He patted Harry's hands and then reached for the parchment.
Harry sighed and let go of Draco, turning to look curiously at Leakey.
Hermione and Ron looked at the elf, too.
Draco picked up the parchment and broke the seal. He sighed. "My Godfather wants to see me," he said, handing the page to Harry.
Harry made a bit of a face as he took the parchment from Draco. "Well, I'm going with you," he said firmly. "If you're going to go."
"What does he want?" asked Hermione, looking at Harry.
"It only says to see Draco," he said, looking at the parchment again.
"I can think of a number of issues he would like to discuss with me right now," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.
Harry sighed and nodded. "So can I," he said.
"Are you going to go then?" asked Ron, raising an eyebrow.
Draco closed his eyes and nodded. "I will go," he said with a sigh.
"That means I am, too," said Harry. "No matter if he wants me there or not."
"And I suppose we'll have to stay here?" asked Ron, sighing heavily.
"Ron, we've been through this," said Harry. "It's already dangerous enough with only two of us going. Four would be worse and that's rather obvious I would think. If Snape's cover gets blown that would be ... well, it wouldn't be good. At all."
"Yeah, whatever," said Ron, sounding disgruntled.
"He knows, Harry," said Hermione, rolling her eyes at Ron.
"He's just worried about you, Harry," said Draco, nodding to Ron.
Ron looked at Draco strangely, as if not believing for a moment that Draco was sticking up for him, but then he seemed pleased with himself. "Yeah," he said indignantly.
Harry snorted. "He's only bored," he said, looking at Draco with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"I am not!" Ron exclaimed. "Well ... maybe a little, but we really do worry when you leave without us. Me and Hermione both."
"Well, yes, that's true," said Hermione. "But I understand why we shouldn't go."
"Harry and I will go today. And we will play Quidditch this weekend," Draco said.
Ron grinned. "Great," he said.
"Today?" asked Harry.
"You have other plans?" Draco asked, one eyebrow raised.
"No," said Harry and then he shrugged. "Today's fine, I guess. Not that I'm eager to go, because I'm not." He sighed again.
"I just want to get it over with," Draco said.
Chapter Title: Reclaimed
Words: 2148 Words
“You sure you can Apparate right now?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Yeah," said Harry, crawling over to Draco slowly and wrapping his arms around him. He closed his eyes and braced himself, concentrating on the bed in their suite. The feeling of the Apparation made his head hurt even more and he groaned, but at least he hadn't splinched himself.
Draco groaned with him. "Bit of a rough one, but we're here," he gasped.
Harry nodded, tightening his hold on Draco and pressing his forehead to his shoulder.
Draco enjoyed the tight press of his lover. "Still here, still yours," he rasped, kissing the top of Harry's head.
Harry nodded again, closing his eyes. "It was worse this time," he said very quietly. "Much worse."
"Yes, it was," Draco said. His heart speeding up, though not sure if it was the memory or Harry's fear that upset him.
"Merlin, do you have to do that again, Draco?" Harry asked, voice cracking. "I don't want it to get worse. It even hurt me this time and that didn't happen before. Merlin, Draco, you can't even possibly know how much this scares me." He clutched at Draco's shirt.
Draco took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "Yes, it scares me, too," he whispered.
Harry let out a dry sob. What else was there to say? Nothing. He'd already talked about this with Draco - about Draco dying, but it didn't make it any less terrifying, and the image of Draco's bloody form on the floor kept flashing through his mind. He shivered.
"Shh, love," Draco soothed. "Don't think about it."
"I don't want to think about it," Harry whispered, eyes still shut tightly.
"Then look at me, touch me, feel me," Draco whispered. "See that I am here and alive and completely yours."
Harry shivered again and brought one hand up and tangled his fingers in Draco's hair. "I love you," he whispered. "We're getting married - we are married. I love you." He tried to push the awful images and thoughts from his mind, trying to think and feel only Draco.
"My husband, my lover." Draco smiled. He sighed as Harry's fingers wrapped in his hair.
Harry sighed too, moving from Draco's shoulder to face him, finally opening his eyes. "I just want to feel you," he whispered, pressing his lips to Draco's very lightly. "I just want to touch you."
"Please," Draco opened his eyes, looking into Harry's with a look of need and desire. "I need you," he whispered.
Harry kissed Draco again, slowly this time and with more want. He slid his hand back down from Draco's hair and gently grasped the hem of Draco's shirt to pull it off of him, touching as much skin as he could in the process.
Draco raised his arms, helping Harry take his shirt off.
Harry let the shirt fall as soon as it was removed and ran his hands flat across Draco's chest and down his sides, pressing their mouths together again.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry's, his tongue sliding forward to meet his lover's. He trembled at his touch, naked and open.
Harry knew that making love to Draco wouldn't fix everything, that it wouldn't make him any less scared, but it calmed him and made him feel much better. The familiarity of Draco's skin, lips and tongue was so needed and ... relaxing almost. It was like it entranced him. He began pulling at his own shirt, wanting to feel more of Draco's skin.
Draco sat before his lover, watching and waiting. His own need was rising with Harry's, the other man's magic sending shivers over his skin.
Harry lifted his own shirt off and then pressed his chest to Draco's, making little whining sounds and sliding hands around to roam over the skin of Draco's back, touching him everywhere he could.
Draco shifted up on his knees, spreading them more and holding his arms out from his sides. Harry's hands seemed to be everywhere and it made him moan and shiver.
Harry slid his tongue along Draco's lips, trailing his left arm from Draco's back and up his side again. He moved it along Draco's outstretched arm and entwined their fingers, his heart beating against Draco's chest.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, every touch from Harry making him feel more alive than ever.
Harry pulled Draco down to the bed with him, wrapping legs around him and grinding up into him, just wanting to feel all that he could. He held him very close to his body, not wanting there to be a single inch of space between them.
Draco curled himself around Harry, pressing every inch of skin against his husband's. "All of me, yours," he whispered.
"Mine," whispered Harry, the words comforting like they always were. He rolled them both over so that he was pressing Draco to the bed now and staring down at him. He Summoned lubricant and slicked his fingers before kissing Draco again, his eyes never leaving him.
Draco was panting at the look on Harry's face and his touch. "Yes," he answered, spreading himself for Harry in anticipation.
Harry closed his eyes and slid his tongue into Draco's mouth at the same moment as he pushed his fingers into him gently, groaning at that tight warmth.
"Ah," Draco sighed, mouth and body opening to his lover. His tongue slid alongside Harry's as his hand slid around the other man's back.
Harry prepared Draco slowly and gently, the pace exactly what he needed. He needed to know that he had time to take as long as he wanted with the man beneath him. He needed to know that he could do this all night and into tomorrow if he wanted to. "I love you," he whispered very quietly as he pulled his fingers out of Draco's stretched entrance and slicked himself.
Draco relaxed into Harry's touch, letting him take the time and enjoying it. His own cock was full and hard. He loved the feeling of being this turned on but totally submitting to Harry's choices. He was more than ready when Harry pulled his fingers out and readied himself.
Harry locked eyes on Draco's face and guided himself into him, pushing in with careful ease. "Hold me, Draco, please," he said, sliding all the way in and lowering his body to kiss Draco's lips.
Draco held Harry close with his hand around his waist and his legs around Harry's hips. "Yes, inside me." Draco nearly wept at the feelings of love and pleasure that coursed through him.
Harry gasped quietly and moved with long, slow thrusts into Draco, trying to make everything count, trying to feel every little twitch and every little shudder.
Draco panted and sighed, each movement from Harry making him tremble. "Oh, Gods, yes," Draco moaned, lost in this slow love-making. It was like the opposite of the earlier experience. Harry's touch was soothing and warm, his magic sending pleasure in waves along with the feel of his cock.
Harry licked and sucked along Draco's skin, leaving light marks. "Draco," he moaned breathlessly, eyes half-closed. He traced all the lines and bumps in Draco's body with gentle fingertips. It was almost as if he were worshipping him, worshipping his beautiful body.
Every lick, every touch sent tremors though Draco's body, clenching around his lover's cock. "Harry, my love," Draco said, sighing, eyes closed and face showing his pleasure.
Harry gasped with pleasure as Draco clenched around him, a decidedly very wonderful jolt shooting through his body. "Draco," he gasped, a strong tingling in his lower parts signalling the start of his orgasm.
"Yes, yes, Harry," Draco chanted, feeling the rising power in his lover. He arched up into him, clenching around Harry's cock and smiling at the response.
Harry threw his head back, crying out Draco's name again as he emptied himself into him. It was a long orgasm, seeming to match the slow pace they had set and he felt utterly relaxed afterwards, going limp against Draco and trembling in the aftermath.
"Yes, yes," Draco cried out, coming in long shuddering spasms. Power, pleasure and sensation mingled in his body, seeming to erase every vestige of pain from him.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco's slick, trembling body and held him tightly as they shuddered together. "I love you so much," he whispered breathlessly into Draco's ear.
"Yes, oh, yes, I love you," he answered. He laughed happily, feeling intoxicated and realising his throat no longer hurt. He opened his eyes and blinked, he could see again.
Harry smiled and sighed, not feeling like moving at all. He lowered his head to rest beneath Draco's chin and sort of pressed to the skin there.
"Perfect, completely perfect," Draco sighed. It was all worth it. He was thinking of the line that he would rather "die a thousand deaths" rather than give up one minute with Harry.
Harry nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of Draco's skin. He couldn't think of anything really in this wonderful euphoria.
Draco reached for his wand, and realised he had left it with Ron. He reached and found Harry's instead, using it to Summon the blanket, pulling it up over the two of them.
***
They had taken a few days to rest and were relaxing in the sitting room of Draco's suite. Draco stretched and walked over to the window, looking out over the gardens.
Harry stood up from his chair and stood behind Draco, wrapping arms about his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. "We should take a walk sometime out there," he said, kissing the skin below his ear.
Draco rested his hand on Harry's at his waist and smiled. Every touch from his husband brought that same sense of joy and he never tired of it. "Mmhmm," he hummed in response, leaning his cheek against Harry's hair.
Harry smiled and sighed happily, the feeling of Draco's warm body as wonderful as ever.
"When are we going to have that damn Quidditch game?" Ron asked as he frowned at Hermione, who was reading a book. He seemed bored.
Harry shrugged, not wanting to let go of Draco to look at Ron.
There was a pop and Leakey stood in the middle of the room, holding a silver tray with a parchment in the middle of it. "Master Draco," he squeaked.
Draco turned and frowned at the elf. He patted Harry's hands and then reached for the parchment.
Harry sighed and let go of Draco, turning to look curiously at Leakey.
Hermione and Ron looked at the elf, too.
Draco picked up the parchment and broke the seal. He sighed. "My Godfather wants to see me," he said, handing the page to Harry.
Harry made a bit of a face as he took the parchment from Draco. "Well, I'm going with you," he said firmly. "If you're going to go."
"What does he want?" asked Hermione, looking at Harry.
"It only says to see Draco," he said, looking at the parchment again.
"I can think of a number of issues he would like to discuss with me right now," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.
Harry sighed and nodded. "So can I," he said.
"Are you going to go then?" asked Ron, raising an eyebrow.
Draco closed his eyes and nodded. "I will go," he said with a sigh.
"That means I am, too," said Harry. "No matter if he wants me there or not."
"And I suppose we'll have to stay here?" asked Ron, sighing heavily.
"Ron, we've been through this," said Harry. "It's already dangerous enough with only two of us going. Four would be worse and that's rather obvious I would think. If Snape's cover gets blown that would be ... well, it wouldn't be good. At all."
"Yeah, whatever," said Ron, sounding disgruntled.
"He knows, Harry," said Hermione, rolling her eyes at Ron.
"He's just worried about you, Harry," said Draco, nodding to Ron.
Ron looked at Draco strangely, as if not believing for a moment that Draco was sticking up for him, but then he seemed pleased with himself. "Yeah," he said indignantly.
Harry snorted. "He's only bored," he said, looking at Draco with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"I am not!" Ron exclaimed. "Well ... maybe a little, but we really do worry when you leave without us. Me and Hermione both."
"Well, yes, that's true," said Hermione. "But I understand why we shouldn't go."
"Harry and I will go today. And we will play Quidditch this weekend," Draco said.
Ron grinned. "Great," he said.
"Today?" asked Harry.
"You have other plans?" Draco asked, one eyebrow raised.
"No," said Harry and then he shrugged. "Today's fine, I guess. Not that I'm eager to go, because I'm not." He sighed again.
"I just want to get it over with," Draco said.