Dragon Hunt

Draco woke with strong arms wrapped around him and a quiet and oddly cute snore in his ear. He was comfortable warm and could feel smooth skin melded completely against his backside. Moonlight filtered through sheer white curtains, but that was the only light in the room. Gently, Draco pulled away from Harry so that he could turn around and face him. He gasped at the pain the movement caused him. “Harry,” he whispered. In his sleep, Harry smiled. “Harry, love, wake up.” Harry didn’t move.

Draco brushed his hand up Harry’s arm and neck, running his fingers through his thick unruly hair. He was touching his mate. He was touching Harry. Finally, that barrier had been broken and he could touch Harry as much as he wanted. Right now, he never wanted to stop. Draco ran his hand over his sleeping mate’s face, letting his fingertips linger on the plump lips he’d dreamed of for years. He smiled when those lips kissed his fingertip without realizing it.

“Do that again,” Harry mumbled, wiggling closer to Draco.

“Do what?” Draco asked lightly. He could tell Harry was still asleep.

“Purr,” Harry mumbled. “Make that beautiful sound.”

Draco laughed lightly. “I can’t control it. I don’t even know I’m doing it,” he explained.

“Uhh,” Harry groaned as he pulled Draco tighter to him, his arms wrapped around Draco’s lower back, their bodies pressed together. Harry pressed his face under Draco’s chin, placing a kiss on that soft skin over his collarbone. “I love you,” he sighed sleepily.

Draco listened to Harry’s steady breathing for a long time, reveling in the sound. His hand was pressed over Harry’s heart. He simply held onto Harry. He lifted Harry’s arm, running his fingertips along the skin, frowning when he encountered a scar on his forearm and then he laced his fingers between Harry’s. He wondered about the scar. What was it from? He began to wonder about a lot of things as he held onto Harry and listened to him sleep.

He vaguely remembered the house he had first stalked as a dragon. It was small and cramped, nothing like he had been told by his father to expect. His father had told him that the Boy-Who-Lived had grown up in luxury with servants practically worshipping him. Draco now knew that to be a lie, though he didn’t yet know the truth. He hardly knew Harry, really.

“No,” Harry mumbled into Draco’s chest. “No being sad,” he complained. “I only want to make you happy.”

Draco smiled at that. He wondered how much of a conversation Harry could hold like this, dead asleep. “Harry, love?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me about how you grew up?” he asked.

Harry groaned sadly. “Cupboard.”

“What?”

“The cupboard under the stairs. No light, so small,” he muttered. “Don’t like small places.”

Draco gulped. “Your family?”

“Hate me. Call me Freak,” Harry replied. Anger flared in Draco and apparently Harry heard it in the purr as he began to sooth it. “Dudley’s gotten better. Nice to me now.” Draco pulled him tighter. He could feel Harry frown against his chest. “No being sad,” he whined again. “I have to be able to make you happy,” he whispered. Now Draco detected sadness in his voice.

“Why?”

“Prove I’m worthy of love,” Harry answered easily. Draco couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. “Worthy of you,” Harry whispered.

“I love you,” Draco said softly, letting Harry rest. He simply let himself feel Harry, feel the warmth of his love’s skin against his own. The warm glow of dawn crept through the curtains. Draco was basking in the quiet of the room, broken only by Harry’s quiet snoring until a loud buzzing echoed through the room. Harry leaped up, grabbing a bag from the side table. Draco watched, biting his lip to hide his humor as Harry fumbled through it making little frustrated noises every now and then.

He seemed to find what he was looking for because he dropped the bag onto the floor and finally looked at Draco with two bottles in his hand. When those emerald eyes met the icy blue ones, Harry almost swallowed his tongue. “You’re awake!” he exclaimed, stupidly stating the obvious.

“Yes,” Draco said, confused as to the excitement in Harry’s voice.

“Oh thank the gods!” Harry cried, launching himself into Draco’s arms, letting tears of relief fall. Draco swallowed back a cry of pain. His whole body protested the roughness even as he craved the further touch of his mate. “I was so worried,” Harry sobbed. Draco just held the crying Gryfindor. “I was so worried.”

“I’m fine, Harry. I promise you. I’m fine.” Draco smiled, feeling Harry’s relief.

“We couldn’t wake you and you were silent. You weren’t purring. You weren’t—“

“Harry,” Draco interrupted. “I’m fine. I’m with you.”

Harry pulled away suddenly. “You need to take these,” he said as he thrust the potion bottles into Draco’s hands. He waited patiently for Draco to swallow the potions down making a disgusted face as he did so. He hopped from the bed, returning quickly with a glass of water for his mate. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize they tasted so awful.”

“It’s okay, Harry,” Draco said.

“Are you really okay? How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine.” Tentatively, Draco reached out and placed his hand on Harry’s leg. “Better then fine, I can feel you beside me. And that is worth everything. You’re worth everything.” Draco blushed and looked down.

Harry moved up on his knees straddling Draco’s leg. He tapped Draco’s chin up to look him in the eye. “May I kiss you?”

Draco threw his head back and laughed. “We’re curled up naked in your bed and you’re asking permission for a kiss?” Harry smiled and nodded. “I would like nothing more. Anytime, Harry. I am yours to kiss anytime the mood strikes you.”

“Thank you,” Harry whispered before leaning forward, capturing Draco’s in a soft kiss. It was the only point of contact between them. It was more than enough. They could both feel the energy running between them. They could both feel it, the feeling of rightness, completeness, and yet the kiss was soft, chaste even. For a little while anyway.

It didn’t take long for Harry to reach up, thread his fingers through Draco’s blond locks and pull his head backwards to allow him access to that beautiful, long neck and throat. Draco gasped. It could have been mistaken for pleasure, but the purr told Harry the reaction was to pain. Harry released him immediately and pulled back, looking at his mate in askance.

“My father dragged me up to that tower by my hair. I guess I’m a bit sore,” Draco shrugged. Harry nodded and reached forward to embrace Draco again.

“Lie back,” Harry whispered. Draco obeyed and was rewarded as Harry kissed a trail downwards to just above his collarbone. “Let me take care of you.”

Draco groaned when Harry sucked on the pulse point there. “Oh gods, Harry.”

Harry released the skin, only to trail more kisses downwards. “I love that sound,” he said between kisses.

“My moaning?” Draco asked, trying to remain in control of himself.

“Your purring. It sounds so depraved right now,” Harry practically growled. He continued his kisses downwards, finally reaching his ultimate goal. Draco sucked in a stuttering gasp as he felt Harry’s breath on him. And when a hot tongue replaced those lips, Draco thought he may lose all semblance of himself.

Harry couldn’t help but react to that purring. It told him everything there was to know. It told him when to touch, where to touch, how firmly or gently to touch, just as it had told him when the dragon was scared or sad or happy. Charlie was wrong. Harry could read his mate’s every need and want. And he would gladly give them.

“Harry!” Draco cried. His voice was strained and Harry only grinned as he continued his work, running his tongue along the underside of his mate's cock. Draco erupted without warning. “Uhh!” Harry felt his hair being fisted as Draco pulled his head upwards. “I’m sorry, I—“

This time, Harry smiled at the note of panic within the purr. “Nothing to apologize for,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss his lover. “I’m planning on repeating that event in various forms until neither of us have the energy to walk.”

Draco smiled, relieved. “Harry, I—I want—“ Draco blushed and looked away. “I want you so badly right now. I feel like I may die without you.”

“Draco, about Cedric—“

The dragon stopped his words by lying a hand over his lips. “Cedric gave you comfort and pleasure. I would never take that from you. I would never deny that to you. I’m sorry that you lost him. I’m sorry he was stolen from you.”

Harry shook his head. “I’m sorry he was stolen from the world. But he was not mine, nor was I his. We borrowed each other for awhile, but I belong with you, Draco.” He laid back down onto the mattress, pulling Draco to lie on his side so that they faced each other. “I plan on exercising the rights you gave me earlier, kissing you,” he whispered. He pulled Draco closer allowing his lips to brush over the other man’s gently before clinging and sweeping his tongue over Draco’s lips.

Draco granted entrance and moaned at the sensations. Harry rolled over, pinning Draco, who didn’t even notice the change in position because he was so lost in the sensation. He wanted to make sure that Draco was thoroughly kissed. He eased back to allow them both to breath and nipped at Draco’s bottom lip before kissing again. Draco reached up to grip Harry’s hair. He loved kissing Harry and for the moment was in no hurry to move things further. They had time, all the time in the world ow that they were together.



Snape stepped back into the kitchen quietly. “I believe the danger is over,” he said gently. Charlie let out a deep sigh of relief.

“How is he feeling?” Sirius asked sincerely.

“Don’t know, didn’t ask. When they didn’t respond to my knock, I pushed the door open. They were—making out? Is that the phrase? I set a silencing charm. Now, since none of us have slept, I suggest we all do that.”