Dragon Hunt

Draco was lying on top, his legs draped on either side of Harry’s hips and Harry had his arms wrapped tightly around Draco. Draco took advantage of his position and took a moment to simply enjoy the feel of the man beneath him. Draco’s hands gripped into Harry’s thick hair and he pulled away from the kiss to take a moment and see his eyes.

Draco watched his mate breathing heavily. Harry’s eyes were sparkling emerald beacons and his face was flushed from their activities, his lips red and swollen. Even in Draco’s dreams, Harry was not this striking. “What?” Harry asked softly, confused as to why Draco had paused. The purr was filled with joy. Draco shook his head. “What?” Harry repeated.

Draco smiled. “It’s just that . . . You are so beautiful.”

Harry flushed even deeper, but no longer from arousal. “No, I—Not compared to you,” Harry said seriously, raising his head to try and capture Draco’s lips again, but Draco dodged the attempt. How could Harry not recognize his own beauty? The joyous purr faltered and Draco frowned.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” Draco asked.

Harry’s brow wrinkled in confusion at the change in topic. “No.” Harry shifted uncomfortably, attempting to relieve his own arousal without pushing Draco for more than he was comfortably able.

“Tell me about the cupboard,” Draco said softly, yet forcefully.

Harry sighed and turned his face away. Draco’s position on top of him wouldn’t allow his to go further. He wanted to run, but the concern in the purr needed him to respond. “As I was growing up, I didn’t have a bedroom. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs. My aunt would lock me in every night and let me out in the morning to do my chores and cook breakfast. Pretty much the only time I was allowed out was when I was working, so I gladly did a lot of work.”

“Harry,” Draco sighed. “I—“ Harry almost shuttered at the pity in his voice.

He looked back to Draco. “After my first year at Hogwarts, they gave me Dudley’s second bedroom. I think they were afraid of Dumbledore,” he laughed weakly, trying to erase Draco’s pity.

“And they called you ‘freak’?” Draco prompted.

Harry turned away again, but then laughed, even as tears came to his eyes. “I never really understood when I was really little. I thought it was just something mean. And then, on my eleventh birthday, Hagrid of all people showed up and explained it to me. He told me I was a wizard and that I was going to go to a magical school and a magical world where everyone knew who I was and that my parents were murdered and that someone had tried to murder me when I was just a baby. He didn’t explain that Voldemort would continue to try and kill me every year and that it would fall on my shoulders to kill him or die trying. But, he didn’t know that then.”

Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s hair and brushed the tears from his cheeks. “I can’t explain how—“

“I can hear it without you putting it into words.” And he could; the purr was layered with so many emotions: pity for a neglected little boy, pride for the strong man he became, fear for the threats against the man he loved.

Harry leaned down, again kissing first Draco’s lips and then the hollow spot beneath his adam’s apple. “I love you, Draco.” Harry adjusted his lower body to align with Draco’s. “I want us to complete the bond.” Draco groaned at the taste of delicious friction Harry created, friction that awoke his waning arousal. The purr was urging him to give in to all his desires. “But, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Postponing the inevitable will make neither of us feel better,” Draco managed to get out. Harry ground down on Draco again and latched his mouth onto Draco’s collarbone at the same time. The duel sensations caused Draco to groan and lose all resistance.

The purr was setting Harry on fire. “Draco,” Harry groaned.

Draco’s hands made their way down the smooth skin on Harry’s back, touching, massaging. Being here, with Harry, was almost overwhelming. The sense of urgency made his heart race and the sense of completeness made him want to curl around Harry and never let go. His thoughts were interrupted when Harry rolled them over, taking complete control. “My dragon,” Harry groaned.

Harry moved his kisses from Draco’s collarbone to his chest, taking a moment to flick his tongue over Draco’s nipple and listen to his lover gasp. He worshiped Draco’s body, memorizing spots that made Draco gasp in pleasure, spots that made him whimper in need, spots that made him twitch almost helplessly. He reached down, running his hand along Draco’s hard length, down lower to his balls and then gently over the flat, soft skin until he reached Draco’s entrance. The blond stiffened.

“I’ve never been on this end,” Draco muttered.

“And I thought you and Blaise practiced so much so that you could give pleasure to your mate,” Harry teased as he continued to nuzzle Draco’s soft skin.

“Yes, but—Well, I couldn’t bring myself to—I could never submit to him. It was wrong,” Draco admitted.

“And me?” Harry asked, trying to mask his nervousness.

Draco thought about it for a long, quiet moment before responding. “I’d give you anything I had to give,” Draco answered honestly.

Harry smiled down at him. “Good. I’ll be gentle, love,” he teased. And he was, sliding a single digit into Draco, causing the younger man to gasp. “It’s like you’re already lubed up,” he mused.

“Oh gods,” Draco muttered. “Is that what this feels like?” Harry only chuckled in response. Harry moved his finger in an out and soon added a second, pulling a groan from Draco’s throat as he did. Tenderly, he stretched his lover, crooked his finger to poke at the powerful bundle of nerves he sought. “Harry!” Draco practically screamed, arcing off the bed. “Please,” he begged.

Harry only smiled down at him. He loved seeing Draco this way: uncontrolled and wanting, needing something Harry could give him and something only Harry would give him for the rest of his life. The brunette brought him to the height of pleasure before sliding home within the dragon as he stared down the crystal blue orbs. “Gods!” Draco called out.

“You feel so good,” Harry groaned, frozen deep within his mate as he sought control of himself.

“Only you. Only you could make me feel like this, love,” Draco groaned. “I need—“ He didn’t need to finish the statement as Harry moved. Draco moved with him. They moved together, nothing but tenderness and gasps of pleasure. And then that purr became more urgent and Harry’s movements responded to match, though the gentleness remained.

With each stroke, Harry pushed deeper and harder and felt himself losing himself in his mate. Harry gasped. Draco’s arms reached up, wrapping around Harry, his legs doing the same, holding his mate closer than they knew possible. “You’re so perfect,” Harry managed to get out. “So beautiful,” he sighed.

The purr was so loud it seemed almost to surround the two lovers in a sexually charged bubble. And it was warm, comfortable, loving, and filled with joy. Draco raised his head, licking the side of Harry’s mouth, interrupting their rhythm. Harry pulled away slightly, just enough to look into Draco’s eyes, see those shining emerald orbs locked onto his own eyes. “Kissssssss me,” Draco sighed.

Harry happily obliged, using his tongue to match the rhythm of his body. Harry’s arms slid up Draco’s legs, cupping beneath his knees and lifting them over his own shoulders, effectively folding the blond in half and changing his angle of penetration. Draco pulled away from the kiss, clutching at Harry, screaming his lover’s name.

He’d found the spot within Draco that he’d been searching for and was rewarded with his mate’s completion. He felt the warmth burst between them, felt Draco tighten and convulse around him and milking him quickly to his own completion.


Draco realized that he must have blacked out. He smiled broadly and ran his fingers over the smooth, warm skin of his mate’s back. “I’m not crushing you, am I?” Harry’s soft voice asked.

“No,” Draco said easily. “I’ve never been more comfortable,” he said as he dropped a kiss on the side of Harry’s neck. “I never felt—I’ve never—That was so—” Draco’s voice faded off as he groaned in remembrance.

Harry giggled from his place sprawled across his mate. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He shifted his weight slightly, raising himself up to look into Draco’s eyes. Draco met his eye shyly. Harry watched his mate blush and his own expression turned serious. “I’ve never felt complete before, not until I was joined with you.” He leaned down, tentatively kissing the soft lips. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Draco echoed, wrapping his arms around Harry and pulling him down to relax on top again. They stayed like that, Harry covering Draco’s body where he had dropped. Draco concentrated on Harry’s even breathing. Harry reveled in the contented purr his mate unconsciously emitted.

“You spoke parseltongue,” Harry said quietly.

“What?” Draco asked distractedly as he began to fade into slumber.

“When you asked me to kiss you, you did it in parseltongue,” Harry explained. “It was quite sexy,” he growled in his lover’s ear.

“Yeah?” Draco asked. “Maybe you could return the favor?”

“Ihh would do aaaanythhing you aaaaaaasssssssk of me,” Harry hissed and then smiled when he felt Draco stiffen beneath him in more than one way.



Sirius was taking long purposeful strides towards his godson’s bedroom, but was rudely cut off by a tall redhead. “Let me pass!” he demanded. Charlie shook his head with a grin. “There is something wrong,” Sirius said, gesturing around to the shaking walls and then to the air to indicate the loud almost keening noise that was rumbling the house.

“No, but they are completing the bond,” Charlie said firmly.

Sirius’s eyes widened in shock. “Will they survive it?”

Charlie chuckled lowly and nodded. “Oh yeah, they’ll survive.” Charlie touched Sirius’s shoulder and spun him around. He came face to face with Snape. “I think I should talk to you both about mated dragons.”

Charlie busied himself making tea while Snape and Sirius took uncomfortable seats at the table in the kitchen. Sirius was dressed in only his pajama pants: both scars and tattoos were showing, but Snape was dressed as he always was: flowing black robes. “All right,” Charlie said, presenting steaming cups of tea. “A pair on newly mated dragons will sometimes disappear for a month or more. We’re not positive what occurs in this time, but the prevailing theory is that while a single touch begins the process, the need for touch becomes overwhelming. They will seclude themselves to allow their bodies to acclimate to each other and solidify the bond through almost continual contact.”

“You’re saying that Harry and Draco are going to lock themselves away from the rest of the world and fuck for the next month?” Sirius asked.

Snape rolled his eyes at Sirius’s continually incredulous tone. Charlie smiled and continued. “No. A month is what a dragon’s metabolism will endure. While Draco’s curse may have allowed him to adapt to that schedule, Harry will need food. My bet is that they will reappear within a few days.”

Charlie shrugged and sipped at his tea. “That’s not what I needed you to know. A pair of mated dragons are a single entity. We’ve often supposed a form of telepathy between the two. They will not be able to be separated for long periods of time, even after they have come out of hiding.”

“So we will have problems when they return to school in the fall?” Snape asked.

“Yes,” Charlie said matter-of-factly. “I figured that this should be discussed before they come out of hiding and add a whole lot emotion to the discussion.”

Snape cleared his throat. “I will talk to Dumbledore. I’m sure arrangements can be made, given the circumstances.”

Sirius shook his head and for the first time looked Snape in the eye and spoke with real concern for Draco. “What will he do about Voldemort?”

Snape shook his head and shrugged. “He has been acting as a spy like myself for years. He is in the perfect position to continue that. He is also in position to move up within Voldemort’s ranks, taking his father’s place. He would be invaluable to the Order. But, with his bond to Harry, it will be even more difficult and more dangerous.”

“It’ll be a hard decision for Draco to make,” Sirius commented. “Their relationship will need to be hidden from others. Make sure Dumbledore knows that when you are making arrangements.” Snape nodded Sirius stayed silent for a long time. The silence was broken by the sound coming from the bedroom upstairs. “I thought you said you set a silencing charm?”

Charlie chuckled. “That’s not exactly sound you’re hearing. Mating dragons send out a kind of warning noise to stay away. It’s magical. I do know a way to dampen the sound, however. I’ll do that and then go back to the burrow, let them know that Harry is okay and that his relationship with Draco is not to be discussed.”

“An Unbreakable would be appreciated,” Sirius said.

“Or an Obliviate,” Snape added.

“I’ll give them their options,” Charlie said wryly as he approached the stairwell.

Sirius leaned back, regarding Snape as he crossed his arms over his chest. Snape certainly didn’t like the way Sirius was smirking at him. “What, dog?” he asked snidely as he took another sip of tea.

“I believe that the two of us are officially family.” Snape spit the tea back into his cup. Sirius laughed heartily. “In-laws feud, so no worries, you great greasy bat.” Snape snarled in distaste and took his leave from the room without another word.