Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Flying
Chapter Number/Total: 16/49
Chapter Title: Flying
Words: 3176 Words
A few hours had gone by since Harry and Draco's walk, and as soon as they had gotten in, Ron had started begging to go out for a fly. Harry had tired of his whinging and finally agreed, but actually wanted a go on his broom. It felt like it had been forever.
"You going to come?" Harry asked Draco, Firebolt in hand and ready to head back down and meet Ron.
Draco was standing by the window again, looking out over the estate. "No," he said, quietly.
Harry frowned. "Why not?" he asked. He had somehow known that Draco wouldn't want to go.
Draco shrugged. "You and Ron go ahead," he said.
"Draco," Harry said, "you should come, too. It'll be fun. I know you haven't flown since school. How can you not want to?"
Draco did not like to lie to Harry. So he stood for a minute trying to come up with an answer that would sound both believable and could be a lie.
Harry sighed. "Please?" he said. "Please come fly with me? I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight ...." He smiled and waggled his eyebrows, but he knew that it wasn't that great a deal. He would let Draco do that every night.
Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide the smirk. "You wish," he said, but then sighed in defeat.
Harry's smile grew. "You'll come with me then?" he asked.
"I guess it is inevitable," Draco said with another sigh. "I will go change."
"Good," said Harry, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I'll wait."
Draco nodded and headed into their room, changing into practise gear. He returned with his broom and looked at Harry.
Harry looked Draco up and down. "Never noticed how good you look in Quidditch gear," he said with a smirk, trying to keep Draco in a good mood.
Draco smirked too, giving Harry a similar look. "But I always noticed you," he said. "I think I mentioned certain locker room fantasies."
Harry grinned. "Yes, you did," he said and he moved forward to kiss Draco. "But we should probably go practise."
Draco nodded and led the way. At least the conversation about the locker room had made him less nervous about his hand.
Harry followed Draco from their room back down to where Ron was waiting, looking happy and clutching his broom. He smiled when he saw Harry and Draco.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Yep," he said.
"Good. Let's go." Ron looked to Draco.
Draco led them to the back terrace. "Apparate, walk or fly to the pitch from here?" he asked them.
Harry shrugged. "Fly?" he suggested.
Ron grinned and nodded, mounting his broom at once.
"Do you know where it is?" Draco asked them.
Harry snorted. "How would we know where it is?" he asked.
Draco shook his head and looked at his broom. Then he looked up and pointed out to the west. "That way past the stables," he said. "It should be obvious once you reach it."
"You don't want to come with us?" Harry asked, frowning slightly.
"I will meet you there," he answered.
"I'll go with you if you want," Harry said, not mounting his broom.
"Merlin, Harry," said Ron impatiently. "You treat him like he's a bloody kid. C'mon."
Harry scowled at him.
"He's right." Draco sighed. "I will Apparate over there. And the grounds are still within the wards."
Harry huffed. "Fine," he said, climbing onto his broom and kicking off a few feet. "I'll see you in a sec." He flew down and around Draco, giving him a passing kiss on the cheek and not being able to keep a little smile off his face at the feeling of being in the air again.
Ron rolled his eyes and kicked off from the ground, heading in the direction Draco had told him.
Harry gave him a second and then sped off behind him, looking over his shoulder at Draco for a quick instant.
Draco Apparated to the pitch. He stood in the centre looking back toward the Manor. Why had he agreed to do this? He looked at the construct again, holding it up in front of his face. Even if he could control it as well as his own hand, it would be like strapping a lead weight to his broom. Whoever designed this thing apparently did not have flying in mind when they had.
Harry sighed at the feeling of the wind in his hair and sound of it all around him. He did a few flips, testing out his muscles and reflexes.
"Show off!" shouted Ron from slightly behind him.
Harry laughed and did a rather dangerous, wild spin, smirking back at Ron.
Ron shook his head, grinning before pulling off an impressive move himself.
"Not bad!" Harry yelled, smiling.
"I know, prat!" called Ron with a laugh, and they both flew the rest of the way to the pitch, trying to outdo each other.
Draco launched off and managed to crash before he made it more than a couple metres. Which, all things considered, was probably for the better. No permanent damage, just a few grass stains.
The rather impressive Quidditch pitch came into view and Harry dropped lower, circling as he came down and frowning as he saw that Draco was sprawled on the grass. "Are you all right?" he asked when he landed next to him.
Ron landed a few feet away, looking at Draco with raised eyebrows.
Draco snorted, picking himself up and examining his broom.
"How is it?" Harry asked, even though the fact that Draco, who flew well, had crashed at all was enough of an answer.
Scowling, Draco rolled his eyes. "The broom is fine," he said.
"I didn't mean that," said Harry quietly.
"I'll just ... yeah," said Ron quickly, kicking off again.
Harry watched him fly off and then looked at Draco again. "Is it heavy?" he asked.
"I told you, it's hideous," Draco said in a voice filled with disgust. "It's all I can do to walk without leaning to one side. I cannot fly like this."
Harry winced. "Could you take it off?" he asked, but he knew that would probably only make Draco's right side too heavy. He sighed sadly.
Draco shook his head. "Not all of us can catch the Snitch with our mouths, Harry," he snapped.
Harry bit his lip and looked away. "I'd give you my arm if I could," he said quietly. "I wish I could."
"I know, Harry," Draco said, feeling selfish for snapping at him.
Harry suddenly didn't feel very much like flying at all. "You want to go back in?" he asked, staring at the Firebolt.
"You and Ron fly," Draco said. "I am going to read some."
Harry sighed and wanted to go with Draco, but he knew Ron would be highly disappointed. "All right," he said quietly after a few seconds silence. "We won't be very long."
Draco shook his head. "Really, Harry," he sighed, "take your time. Have fun. You need it."
Harry didn't think he would have much fun, but he nodded. He even wanted to offer to fly Draco around to keep him there, but he figured that would make him even angrier because he couldn't do it himself.
Draco leaned in and kissed Harry lightly, then stepped back and Disapparated.
Harry frowned and was still for a moment, staring at the place Draco had just been. He really wished, more than ever, that he could do something about that fucking construct hand. He mounted his Firebolt half-heartedly and kicked off to join Ron in the sky.
***
"Good practise, mate," said Ron, red-faced from the wind and snuffling. He and Harry had just Apparated back to the Manor from the pitch.
Harry nodded, sniffing himself. "I wonder where Draco is," he said.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "How does he even stand you?" Ron asked.
"What?" asked Harry, narrowing his eyes.
"You've only been away from him for a few bloody hours. He is a grown man, you know. You don't have to be up his arse every single second." He paused and it was a few seconds before he blushed at his own comment.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, go shag Hermione," he said, waving Ron off behind his back as he took a few steps. He shrugged and then simply Apparated to his and Draco's suite. "Draco?" he called, setting his broomstick down and looking around for the blond. No one answered. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. He was met with the sight of a house-elf making their bed, but there was no Draco in sight.
"Oh," he said, his steps faltering a bit. "Er, is Draco in here?" he asked.
The house-elf squeaked in alarm and froze. "Master Draco is not here," she answered.
"Oh," Harry said again. "Do you know where he is?" he asked.
"I is not knowing Master Harry," she said, sinking to the floor on her hands and knees.
"Er, you don't have to do that," he said. "You can stand up, er, I don't know your name."
"My name be Fossey, Master Harry," she answered, but didn't move from the floor.
"Well, Fossey, get up from there," said Harry, bending to help her up. "Do you know where Draco might be?" he asked
At his words, Fossey stood up quickly, stepping back from him. "Sorry, Master Harry. You be wanting me to find you an elf who knows?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Harry said. "I would appreciate it."
With a pop, she disappeared, and in less than a minute, another elf popped into place beside Harry. This one hit the ground immediately. "Master Harry," he said.
Harry sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not a king," he said. "Get up from there. Who are you then?"
"Yes, Master Harry," it said, hopping to it's feet. "Benedict, I is."
"Do you know where Draco is?" Harry asked, wondering how many house-elves Draco had.
"Yes, Master Harry," he answered.
"Where?" asked Harry. He always seemed to forget that house-elves answered every question exactly as you asked it and said nothing more.
"Master Draco is at the top of the east turret, Master Harry," Benedict answered.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Thank you," he said. "Er, you can do whatever you want now," he said. "You know, er, whatever it was you were doing."
"Thank you, Master Harry," Benedict said, and disappeared.
Harry thought for a moment and figured the fastest way to get to the east turret would be to fly, since he had no idea how to get there from inside and hadn't been there before to Apparate. He walked across the room and walked out onto the stone patio before Summoning his Firebolt. He climbed on it and kicked off up into the sky.
He found the turret quickly, but took his time getting there, feeling guilty about Draco's arm. Spotting Draco's blond hair from the sky, he flew down slowly and landed quietly. "Hey," he said softly, climbing off his broom quickly and leaning it up against the wall. He hoped he wasn't annoying Draco as what Ron had said entered into his thoughts.
Draco had been lost in thought and only noticed Harry when he landed. His heart sped up at the sight of him -- Quidditch uniform with the leather trim and the wind-blown hair. Draco hadn't changed clothes either, having Apparated directly to the turret. He had spent many hours here over the years. He took a couple strides across the stone and grabbed Harry roughly, bringing his mouth down on the other man's for a kiss that was almost bruising.
Harry's eyes widened and then closed as he gripped the fabric covering Draco's back tightly with both hands, opening his mouth to the kiss.
Draco's tongue thrust into his lover's mouth as he pulled him tight against his body, knee between his legs as he pressed him against the stone edge of the turret.
Harry was already panting as Draco pressed him to the wall and he thrust against Draco's leg, letting out a groan and sucking on the blond's tongue.
Draco moaned into his mouth pressing Harry's body hard against the stone merlon and rubbing his erection against his lover's thigh.
Harry groaned again, the feeling of Draco pressing him so hard against the stone making his body thrum with pleasure. His cock hardened almost instantly.
Draco pulled back suddenly, grabbing Harry roughly and turning him around so that he was facing out, facing a view of the Manor and it's environs, while Draco reached both his hand and the construct around him and unfastened Harry's trousers, pulling them and his shorts down.
"Oh, fuck," Harry said quietly, panting and trembling with pleasure and anticipation. Draco had to be the sexiest being on the planet. Only he could change Harry's mood from somber and guilty, to incredibly horny.
Draco pulled his own trousers down, rubbing his cock against Harry's arse as he did a Lubrication Charm, coating both his cock and his fingers. He slid his cock up and down the crack of Harry's arse.
Harry hissed and tried to push back into Draco, silently begging to be fucked.
Draco pressed him down, bending him over the stone and spreading him with slick fingers. "Up here is almost like flying," he said as he bent over Harry. "Want to be fucking and flying?"
"Yes!" Harry gasped, shivering as the chilly wind whipped through his hair and over his heated and flushed skin. He clutched at the stone beneath him.
The sun was setting in the west and Draco had bent them over facing it. He grinned, feeling wild and flushed the way he did during a good match. He pressed the head of his cock against Harry's entrance, testing to see how ready he was.
"Draco, please!" Harry gasped. He felt so desperate for him, wanting his cock suddenly so badly. He felt like at least he could give this to Draco. He couldn't give him back the ability to fly, but he could give him himself.
Draco pressed in, groaning at the sensation of that heat with the fog in the air.
"Yes," Harry whispered, his eyes sliding shut with Draco's entrance into his body. Harry went higher than any broom could take him while Draco was inside him.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, the feel of Harry's magic and the warmth of his body making him shiver. He didn't go slow. He wanted a fast, hard ride.
"Mmmm, fuck," Harry moaned, rocking hard with Draco's thrusts. "Ride me," he growled through his teeth, fingers hurting against the stone.
Draco reached his hand around Harry, grasping his cock and smiling as he thought of the broomstick euphemisms he had heard over the years. He fisted Harry's cock as he thrust hard, his hips rocking in a way that wasn't unlike taking turns in flight.
"Yes!" Harry cried, his neck arching as the quick, hard fuck took hold of his brain completely and pushed every other thought away. "Oh, fuck yes!" he shouted, spreading his legs further apart.
Flames of power licked his skin as the wind blew his hair, and Draco set up a rocking motion that made them both sway with it. "Fuck, yes, always want to catch that arse of yours," Draco yelled.
Harry moaned loudly. "You've ... got ... it ... now," he gasped with the thrusts. "Fucking good ... with ... it ... too," he moaned.
"Yes, fucking your arse, fucking flying with you!" Draco growled. Then he was coming hard, his head thrown back as emptied himself into Harry, screaming wordlessly.
Harry threw his head back as Draco coming caused his fist to tighten around Harry's cock and he was coming a few seconds later, knowing that if Draco wasn't holding him up from behind and the stone from beneath, he surely would have fallen to the ground. He panted, feeling sort of crushed but loving it.
Harry's magic roared over him, adding it's fire to the wind and Draco kept shuddering with it until they were both lying bent over the stonework again. The sun was low now on the horizon, painting the world in dark orange like the fire he felt.
Harry took deep, even breaths, smiling stupidly and staring out at the sky. What an utterly wonderful fuck that had been. His smile grew and he sighed happily. Why were they up here again?
Draco was still gasping for breath and grinning. He let go of Harry and gripped the stone, pushing himself up again. He staggered back a bit, feeling a tad dizzy.
Harry winced as Draco pulled out of him and then he straightened up slowly, turning to face him and still smiling like an idiot.
Draco leaned against a nearby part of the wall, using it hold himself up. He tucked himself back into his trousers, still grinning at Harry.
Harry stood there, trousers around his ankles, and he couldn't be arsed to care. The wind blew against his skin and he shivered. Okay, maybe he cared a little. He bent and pulled them up and then pushed himself up with his arms to sit on the low wall.
Draco walked back to him, putting his arm around him and leaning in for another kiss. This time it was slow and tender, his tongue caressing Harry's lips.
Harry opened his legs so that Draco could fit between them and pulled him closer, kissing him just as slowly as Draco kissed him, smiling against his soft lips.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing into the kiss. He shivered in the wind, as the temperature dropped with the sun. Finally, he pulled back and looked at Harry. "Did you enjoy flying today?" he smirked.
Harry grinned. "With you," he said, licking Draco's lips quickly again and then pulling back to stare happily into his eyes.
"Get your broom and let's go inside," Draco said, still smiling. "I am getting cold."
Harry nodded. "You'll need to move, love," he said, squeezing his knees against Draco's legs.
Draco stepped back and picked up his own broom, waiting for Harry.
Harry hopped down from the wall, grabbing his broom and turning to Draco. "To the suite?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco nodded and then, grinning still, Apparated to their suite.
Harry smiled and Apparated too. He dropped his broom and walked over to Draco to wrap arms around him. "I love you," he said quietly, resting hands against the sides of Draco's head and fingers in his hair.
Draco smiled at him. "Let's get showered and join the other two for dinner." He smirked. "I think we are running a bit late."
Harry snorted and pressed a kiss to Draco's lips before letting him go and walking off in the direction of the bathroom.
Chapter Title: Flying
Words: 3176 Words
A few hours had gone by since Harry and Draco's walk, and as soon as they had gotten in, Ron had started begging to go out for a fly. Harry had tired of his whinging and finally agreed, but actually wanted a go on his broom. It felt like it had been forever.
"You going to come?" Harry asked Draco, Firebolt in hand and ready to head back down and meet Ron.
Draco was standing by the window again, looking out over the estate. "No," he said, quietly.
Harry frowned. "Why not?" he asked. He had somehow known that Draco wouldn't want to go.
Draco shrugged. "You and Ron go ahead," he said.
"Draco," Harry said, "you should come, too. It'll be fun. I know you haven't flown since school. How can you not want to?"
Draco did not like to lie to Harry. So he stood for a minute trying to come up with an answer that would sound both believable and could be a lie.
Harry sighed. "Please?" he said. "Please come fly with me? I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight ...." He smiled and waggled his eyebrows, but he knew that it wasn't that great a deal. He would let Draco do that every night.
Draco rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide the smirk. "You wish," he said, but then sighed in defeat.
Harry's smile grew. "You'll come with me then?" he asked.
"I guess it is inevitable," Draco said with another sigh. "I will go change."
"Good," said Harry, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I'll wait."
Draco nodded and headed into their room, changing into practise gear. He returned with his broom and looked at Harry.
Harry looked Draco up and down. "Never noticed how good you look in Quidditch gear," he said with a smirk, trying to keep Draco in a good mood.
Draco smirked too, giving Harry a similar look. "But I always noticed you," he said. "I think I mentioned certain locker room fantasies."
Harry grinned. "Yes, you did," he said and he moved forward to kiss Draco. "But we should probably go practise."
Draco nodded and led the way. At least the conversation about the locker room had made him less nervous about his hand.
Harry followed Draco from their room back down to where Ron was waiting, looking happy and clutching his broom. He smiled when he saw Harry and Draco.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Yep," he said.
"Good. Let's go." Ron looked to Draco.
Draco led them to the back terrace. "Apparate, walk or fly to the pitch from here?" he asked them.
Harry shrugged. "Fly?" he suggested.
Ron grinned and nodded, mounting his broom at once.
"Do you know where it is?" Draco asked them.
Harry snorted. "How would we know where it is?" he asked.
Draco shook his head and looked at his broom. Then he looked up and pointed out to the west. "That way past the stables," he said. "It should be obvious once you reach it."
"You don't want to come with us?" Harry asked, frowning slightly.
"I will meet you there," he answered.
"I'll go with you if you want," Harry said, not mounting his broom.
"Merlin, Harry," said Ron impatiently. "You treat him like he's a bloody kid. C'mon."
Harry scowled at him.
"He's right." Draco sighed. "I will Apparate over there. And the grounds are still within the wards."
Harry huffed. "Fine," he said, climbing onto his broom and kicking off a few feet. "I'll see you in a sec." He flew down and around Draco, giving him a passing kiss on the cheek and not being able to keep a little smile off his face at the feeling of being in the air again.
Ron rolled his eyes and kicked off from the ground, heading in the direction Draco had told him.
Harry gave him a second and then sped off behind him, looking over his shoulder at Draco for a quick instant.
Draco Apparated to the pitch. He stood in the centre looking back toward the Manor. Why had he agreed to do this? He looked at the construct again, holding it up in front of his face. Even if he could control it as well as his own hand, it would be like strapping a lead weight to his broom. Whoever designed this thing apparently did not have flying in mind when they had.
Harry sighed at the feeling of the wind in his hair and sound of it all around him. He did a few flips, testing out his muscles and reflexes.
"Show off!" shouted Ron from slightly behind him.
Harry laughed and did a rather dangerous, wild spin, smirking back at Ron.
Ron shook his head, grinning before pulling off an impressive move himself.
"Not bad!" Harry yelled, smiling.
"I know, prat!" called Ron with a laugh, and they both flew the rest of the way to the pitch, trying to outdo each other.
Draco launched off and managed to crash before he made it more than a couple metres. Which, all things considered, was probably for the better. No permanent damage, just a few grass stains.
The rather impressive Quidditch pitch came into view and Harry dropped lower, circling as he came down and frowning as he saw that Draco was sprawled on the grass. "Are you all right?" he asked when he landed next to him.
Ron landed a few feet away, looking at Draco with raised eyebrows.
Draco snorted, picking himself up and examining his broom.
"How is it?" Harry asked, even though the fact that Draco, who flew well, had crashed at all was enough of an answer.
Scowling, Draco rolled his eyes. "The broom is fine," he said.
"I didn't mean that," said Harry quietly.
"I'll just ... yeah," said Ron quickly, kicking off again.
Harry watched him fly off and then looked at Draco again. "Is it heavy?" he asked.
"I told you, it's hideous," Draco said in a voice filled with disgust. "It's all I can do to walk without leaning to one side. I cannot fly like this."
Harry winced. "Could you take it off?" he asked, but he knew that would probably only make Draco's right side too heavy. He sighed sadly.
Draco shook his head. "Not all of us can catch the Snitch with our mouths, Harry," he snapped.
Harry bit his lip and looked away. "I'd give you my arm if I could," he said quietly. "I wish I could."
"I know, Harry," Draco said, feeling selfish for snapping at him.
Harry suddenly didn't feel very much like flying at all. "You want to go back in?" he asked, staring at the Firebolt.
"You and Ron fly," Draco said. "I am going to read some."
Harry sighed and wanted to go with Draco, but he knew Ron would be highly disappointed. "All right," he said quietly after a few seconds silence. "We won't be very long."
Draco shook his head. "Really, Harry," he sighed, "take your time. Have fun. You need it."
Harry didn't think he would have much fun, but he nodded. He even wanted to offer to fly Draco around to keep him there, but he figured that would make him even angrier because he couldn't do it himself.
Draco leaned in and kissed Harry lightly, then stepped back and Disapparated.
Harry frowned and was still for a moment, staring at the place Draco had just been. He really wished, more than ever, that he could do something about that fucking construct hand. He mounted his Firebolt half-heartedly and kicked off to join Ron in the sky.
***
"Good practise, mate," said Ron, red-faced from the wind and snuffling. He and Harry had just Apparated back to the Manor from the pitch.
Harry nodded, sniffing himself. "I wonder where Draco is," he said.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "How does he even stand you?" Ron asked.
"What?" asked Harry, narrowing his eyes.
"You've only been away from him for a few bloody hours. He is a grown man, you know. You don't have to be up his arse every single second." He paused and it was a few seconds before he blushed at his own comment.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, go shag Hermione," he said, waving Ron off behind his back as he took a few steps. He shrugged and then simply Apparated to his and Draco's suite. "Draco?" he called, setting his broomstick down and looking around for the blond. No one answered. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. He was met with the sight of a house-elf making their bed, but there was no Draco in sight.
"Oh," he said, his steps faltering a bit. "Er, is Draco in here?" he asked.
The house-elf squeaked in alarm and froze. "Master Draco is not here," she answered.
"Oh," Harry said again. "Do you know where he is?" he asked.
"I is not knowing Master Harry," she said, sinking to the floor on her hands and knees.
"Er, you don't have to do that," he said. "You can stand up, er, I don't know your name."
"My name be Fossey, Master Harry," she answered, but didn't move from the floor.
"Well, Fossey, get up from there," said Harry, bending to help her up. "Do you know where Draco might be?" he asked
At his words, Fossey stood up quickly, stepping back from him. "Sorry, Master Harry. You be wanting me to find you an elf who knows?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Harry said. "I would appreciate it."
With a pop, she disappeared, and in less than a minute, another elf popped into place beside Harry. This one hit the ground immediately. "Master Harry," he said.
Harry sighed, shaking his head. "I'm not a king," he said. "Get up from there. Who are you then?"
"Yes, Master Harry," it said, hopping to it's feet. "Benedict, I is."
"Do you know where Draco is?" Harry asked, wondering how many house-elves Draco had.
"Yes, Master Harry," he answered.
"Where?" asked Harry. He always seemed to forget that house-elves answered every question exactly as you asked it and said nothing more.
"Master Draco is at the top of the east turret, Master Harry," Benedict answered.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Thank you," he said. "Er, you can do whatever you want now," he said. "You know, er, whatever it was you were doing."
"Thank you, Master Harry," Benedict said, and disappeared.
Harry thought for a moment and figured the fastest way to get to the east turret would be to fly, since he had no idea how to get there from inside and hadn't been there before to Apparate. He walked across the room and walked out onto the stone patio before Summoning his Firebolt. He climbed on it and kicked off up into the sky.
He found the turret quickly, but took his time getting there, feeling guilty about Draco's arm. Spotting Draco's blond hair from the sky, he flew down slowly and landed quietly. "Hey," he said softly, climbing off his broom quickly and leaning it up against the wall. He hoped he wasn't annoying Draco as what Ron had said entered into his thoughts.
Draco had been lost in thought and only noticed Harry when he landed. His heart sped up at the sight of him -- Quidditch uniform with the leather trim and the wind-blown hair. Draco hadn't changed clothes either, having Apparated directly to the turret. He had spent many hours here over the years. He took a couple strides across the stone and grabbed Harry roughly, bringing his mouth down on the other man's for a kiss that was almost bruising.
Harry's eyes widened and then closed as he gripped the fabric covering Draco's back tightly with both hands, opening his mouth to the kiss.
Draco's tongue thrust into his lover's mouth as he pulled him tight against his body, knee between his legs as he pressed him against the stone edge of the turret.
Harry was already panting as Draco pressed him to the wall and he thrust against Draco's leg, letting out a groan and sucking on the blond's tongue.
Draco moaned into his mouth pressing Harry's body hard against the stone merlon and rubbing his erection against his lover's thigh.
Harry groaned again, the feeling of Draco pressing him so hard against the stone making his body thrum with pleasure. His cock hardened almost instantly.
Draco pulled back suddenly, grabbing Harry roughly and turning him around so that he was facing out, facing a view of the Manor and it's environs, while Draco reached both his hand and the construct around him and unfastened Harry's trousers, pulling them and his shorts down.
"Oh, fuck," Harry said quietly, panting and trembling with pleasure and anticipation. Draco had to be the sexiest being on the planet. Only he could change Harry's mood from somber and guilty, to incredibly horny.
Draco pulled his own trousers down, rubbing his cock against Harry's arse as he did a Lubrication Charm, coating both his cock and his fingers. He slid his cock up and down the crack of Harry's arse.
Harry hissed and tried to push back into Draco, silently begging to be fucked.
Draco pressed him down, bending him over the stone and spreading him with slick fingers. "Up here is almost like flying," he said as he bent over Harry. "Want to be fucking and flying?"
"Yes!" Harry gasped, shivering as the chilly wind whipped through his hair and over his heated and flushed skin. He clutched at the stone beneath him.
The sun was setting in the west and Draco had bent them over facing it. He grinned, feeling wild and flushed the way he did during a good match. He pressed the head of his cock against Harry's entrance, testing to see how ready he was.
"Draco, please!" Harry gasped. He felt so desperate for him, wanting his cock suddenly so badly. He felt like at least he could give this to Draco. He couldn't give him back the ability to fly, but he could give him himself.
Draco pressed in, groaning at the sensation of that heat with the fog in the air.
"Yes," Harry whispered, his eyes sliding shut with Draco's entrance into his body. Harry went higher than any broom could take him while Draco was inside him.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, the feel of Harry's magic and the warmth of his body making him shiver. He didn't go slow. He wanted a fast, hard ride.
"Mmmm, fuck," Harry moaned, rocking hard with Draco's thrusts. "Ride me," he growled through his teeth, fingers hurting against the stone.
Draco reached his hand around Harry, grasping his cock and smiling as he thought of the broomstick euphemisms he had heard over the years. He fisted Harry's cock as he thrust hard, his hips rocking in a way that wasn't unlike taking turns in flight.
"Yes!" Harry cried, his neck arching as the quick, hard fuck took hold of his brain completely and pushed every other thought away. "Oh, fuck yes!" he shouted, spreading his legs further apart.
Flames of power licked his skin as the wind blew his hair, and Draco set up a rocking motion that made them both sway with it. "Fuck, yes, always want to catch that arse of yours," Draco yelled.
Harry moaned loudly. "You've ... got ... it ... now," he gasped with the thrusts. "Fucking good ... with ... it ... too," he moaned.
"Yes, fucking your arse, fucking flying with you!" Draco growled. Then he was coming hard, his head thrown back as emptied himself into Harry, screaming wordlessly.
Harry threw his head back as Draco coming caused his fist to tighten around Harry's cock and he was coming a few seconds later, knowing that if Draco wasn't holding him up from behind and the stone from beneath, he surely would have fallen to the ground. He panted, feeling sort of crushed but loving it.
Harry's magic roared over him, adding it's fire to the wind and Draco kept shuddering with it until they were both lying bent over the stonework again. The sun was low now on the horizon, painting the world in dark orange like the fire he felt.
Harry took deep, even breaths, smiling stupidly and staring out at the sky. What an utterly wonderful fuck that had been. His smile grew and he sighed happily. Why were they up here again?
Draco was still gasping for breath and grinning. He let go of Harry and gripped the stone, pushing himself up again. He staggered back a bit, feeling a tad dizzy.
Harry winced as Draco pulled out of him and then he straightened up slowly, turning to face him and still smiling like an idiot.
Draco leaned against a nearby part of the wall, using it hold himself up. He tucked himself back into his trousers, still grinning at Harry.
Harry stood there, trousers around his ankles, and he couldn't be arsed to care. The wind blew against his skin and he shivered. Okay, maybe he cared a little. He bent and pulled them up and then pushed himself up with his arms to sit on the low wall.
Draco walked back to him, putting his arm around him and leaning in for another kiss. This time it was slow and tender, his tongue caressing Harry's lips.
Harry opened his legs so that Draco could fit between them and pulled him closer, kissing him just as slowly as Draco kissed him, smiling against his soft lips.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, relaxing into the kiss. He shivered in the wind, as the temperature dropped with the sun. Finally, he pulled back and looked at Harry. "Did you enjoy flying today?" he smirked.
Harry grinned. "With you," he said, licking Draco's lips quickly again and then pulling back to stare happily into his eyes.
"Get your broom and let's go inside," Draco said, still smiling. "I am getting cold."
Harry nodded. "You'll need to move, love," he said, squeezing his knees against Draco's legs.
Draco stepped back and picked up his own broom, waiting for Harry.
Harry hopped down from the wall, grabbing his broom and turning to Draco. "To the suite?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Draco nodded and then, grinning still, Apparated to their suite.
Harry smiled and Apparated too. He dropped his broom and walked over to Draco to wrap arms around him. "I love you," he said quietly, resting hands against the sides of Draco's head and fingers in his hair.
Draco smiled at him. "Let's get showered and join the other two for dinner." He smirked. "I think we are running a bit late."
Harry snorted and pressed a kiss to Draco's lips before letting him go and walking off in the direction of the bathroom.