Catch Me if You Can

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Draco traced lazy patterns on Harry’s stomach as they both came down from their orgasm-induced high. “Why Albus Severus? I mean, Albus I can understand, Dumbledore and you seem pretty close, but why Severus?”

Harry smiled and took Draco’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. “I respect the man. He’s done so much for the Order, and he saved my life time and again. I just feel like he deserves it.” He said.

Draco raised a brow. “He probably won’t appreciate it, coming from you.” He pointed out.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t care. That’s how I want to show my respect for him, and I’m going to. End of story.”

Draco chuckled. “It’ll be our secret, until he hears about it from another source. On another note, Mother has told me that she wants to call forth water. So, your lines…” Draco got up and quickly wrote something on a small piece of parchment, “will be this. Memorize it, because the only thing you will be holding during the ritual will be a candle. You can’t bring that into the circle.” He said, nodding to the lines he’d written.

Harry blinked in surprise. “All right. At least it’s not a lot.”

Draco smirked. “No, it’s not. Mother and I have the bulk of the lines. Oh, and another thing, during the ritual, there is a part where I refer to her as my lover. Pay that no mind, it’s just part of the ritual. Usually the Head of the Family and the Lady of the Manor are married, so it’s not an issue, but in our case, well, we do what we must.”

Harry nodded. “Okay.”

Draco kissed him. “We should probably get to bed. I’ll need to be up early tomorrow to start going through the business dealings.” He said in a weary tone.

Harry cuddled close to him, curling into his chest and twining their legs together. “I love you.” He said.

Draco turned out the lights and kissed the top of Harry’s head. “And I love you, My Beautiful Mate. Now sleep. I’ll wake you for breakfast.” He promised, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry’s waist.

*****

Draco opened his eyes, canceling his alarm before smiling down at Harry. He used his forefinger to lift Harry’s chin and gently kissed his lips.

Harry frowned in his sleep and murmured something unintelligible, trying to cuddle closer.

Draco’s smile turned even more tender. “Harry, Love, wake up.” He said softly, then brushed another kiss over his lips.

Harry’s lips softened under his as sleepy green eyes fluttered open. “Mm. Morning.”

Draco chuckled. “Good morning, sleepyhead. We have half an hour before breakfast.” He told the brunet.

Harry blinked and nodded, then slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom, still slightly sleep-dazed.

Draco snorted. Harry had a hard time waking in the mornings, but Draco knew that a shower would wake him right up. It always did. He headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Harry padded over from the sink, rubbing his hands over his abdomen. “I’m starting to show.” He told the blond, looking down thoughtfully.

Draco smiled. “Only when you’re naked, Love. When you’re dressed, no one can tell yet.” He assured the other teen.

Harry met Draco’s eyes with a smile. “I don’t mind.” He assured the blond. “You’ll still love me when I’m fat, right?” He asked.

Draco laughed. “You won’t be fat, you’ll be pregnant. With my child. If anything, it’ll make me love you more.” He told his mate. “Come on, into the shower.” He said, pushing the brunet past the water-repelling charms and stepping in behind him.

Harry sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I love you, Draco.” He said, turning to face him. “What should I do while you’re going through the business dealings? Snoop around your room?” He joked.

Draco laughed. “If you want to. I have no secrets from you. Or you might want to go out and take a stroll through the gardens. We have a winter garden that’s lovely this time of year. Just let Pippa know where you’ll be in case I need to find you when I’m done.” He requested, grabbing the shampoo and pouring some into his hands, lathering it up before massaging it through Harry’s locks.

Harry moaned, letting his head fall forward as he closed his eyes. “Mm, yes.”

“You seem to like this rather a lot.” Draco remarked.

“Feels good.” Harry responded, tilting his head into the touch.

“That is kind of the point.” Draco agreed mildly. He finished working it into Harry’s hair and pulled the other teen more fully under the spray. “Rinse and then you can wash mine.” He ordered.

Harry chuckled. “Yes, Master.” He said.

Draco quirked an eyebrow at him. “And don’t you forget it!” He said teasingly.

“Shut up and let me wash you.” Harry said, grabbing the shampoo.

*****

Harry walked back toward the house, glancing around at the greenery around him one last time before he headed in. The winter garden was lovely, but it was too cold outside for Harry to stay out for very long.

He went inside and called for Pippa.

“Yes, Master Harry?” She squeaked, bowing low. “What can Pippa be doing for you?”

Harry flushed. “Oh, you don’t need to bow to me, Pippa. Really.”

Pippa smiled up at him. “Yes, Master Harry!”

“Could you get me some hot chocolate and bring it to Draco’s bedroom for me?” He asked, taking off his cloak and handing it to her to put away.

Pippa nodded. “Would Master Harry like a gingerbread man? We’s have just finished making some!” She said proudly.

Harry smiled. “Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.”

Pippa squeaked in pleasure and disappeared with a ‘pop.’

Harry just shook his head and headed up to Draco’s room. He walked into the sitting room and found that his chocolate and gingerbread were waiting for him on the table beside the couch.

He sat down and took up the cup, letting the warmth seep into his fingers before he took a sip, and sighed in pleasure at the taste. Apparently, there was cinnamon and other spices he couldn’t identify in the drink. The additions made it even more delicious than usual, and he took another sip, humming in pleasure. He bit into the gingerbread and smiled. It was still warm and soft, and was delicious.

If he kept getting freshly-baked treats and delicious hot chocolate, he was going to get fat.

*****

Harry wandered into Draco’s room, finished with investigating the sitting room. He looked over the pictures on the mantle, smiling at the many pictures of a young Draco and his mother, and scowling at the one picture that featured Lucius: A family portrait in which the man was standing behind Draco, a hand resting on his shoulder as he looked coolly ahead, looking nothing like the monster Harry knew him to be.

Harry gritted his teeth and turned away from the pictures, walking over to the bed and sitting on it. He opened the drawer on Draco’s nightstand and just stared for a few minutes. Sitting there, looking so harmless, was an opened pack of condoms. Harry gulped, remembering where they had come from. He picked it up and pulled out the foil-wrapped tubes. The box said it held twelve. There were three left.

Nine times.

Nine times that bastard had touched Draco!

‘Eight times Draco went to him.’ His mind supplied unhelpfully.

He snarled and dropped the box, vanishing it. If only he could do the same to Draco’s memories of those nine nights.

‘Maybe,’ He thought, ‘I can. If I can prove to him that I’m a better lover than his father ever was, maybe the fact that he was there first won’t matter as much.’

*****

Draco stood and stretched the kinks out of his back. After sitting at the desk for so long, all he wanted to do was get up to his room and curl up in bed with Harry for a few hours. He headed out of the study and up the stairs to his room.

He opened the door and walked through the sitting room to his bedroom.

He gulped at the sight that met him: Harry was lying in his bed, totally nude, absently stroking himself. As soon as the door opened, Harry’s eyes snapped to his and the brunet sat up.

Draco took a few steps toward the bed, shutting the door behind him and throwing the strongest locking spell he knew at it. He could feel his fangs slowly descending and knew his eyes were rapidly bleeding silver.

Harry stood up and met him at the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders and leaned in to whisper in his ear: “I want to be inside you.”

Draco nodded. “Sure thing, Love.” He said, then gasped as Harry’s hand palmed his erection through his trousers.

Harry slid to his knees and opened Draco’s trousers expertly, taking his cock out and eyeing it for a moment before he opened his mouth and sucked him in.

Draco squeaked and felt his knees give out at the feeling on Harry’s hot mouth over his sensitive length. He’d given his fair share of blow-jobs, but never had he received one before, and the sensation was mind-blowing, to say the least.

He stepped backwards a few times, until his knees hit the bed and he sat down on it, as Harry’s eagerly sucking mouth followed him. “Merlin, Harry, don’t stop!” He breathed, then gasped as Harry went deeper, gagging and pulling back. “Careful, Love.” He said softly, running his hands through Harry’s hair. “If you want to take me that deep, you’ll have to relax your throat-“

“Shut up and let me do this.” Harry told him, staring up at him with a fire in his eyes Draco hadn’t seen in months. For some reason, Harry was furious, and Draco gulped, realizing that whatever the reason was, he was sincerely looking forward to the wild ride that was coming his way. He bit his lip and laid back on the bed, feeling Harry’s mouth descend over him again.

Harry was unpracticed, but then again, Draco had nothing to compare him to, and there was definitely something to be said for the Gryffindor’s desire to prove himself. Harry took him as deep as he could, sucking and licking as best he could, listening to the moans and soft curses coming from Draco as the blond arched under him.

Draco’s hands tightened in his hair and he began to tug gently. “Harry, stop, or I’m going to come!” He warned.

Harry pulled off, looking up at him with wet, puffy lips and that fire in his eyes. “Get your clothes off.” The brunet ordered, pulling at his shoes.

Draco pushed his trousers and boxers down, as Harry got his shoes off and climbed onto the bed. Draco’s hands were moving to his shirt, but Harry got there first and set to work unbuttoning him with single-minded determination, not letting his hands linger as he opened the shirt, baring Draco’s chest to his hungry gaze.

Draco licked his lips as Harry pushed the shirt off his shoulders and threw it behind himself, getting it out of the way.

Harry looked down at Draco’s body, then leaned in and fastened his mouth over a nipple, biting down gently before soothing the pain away with his tongue, then sucking on it.

Draco moaned and clutched at his head as he moved to the other nipple, as Harry’s fingers came up to play with the one his mouth had left. The brunet finished licking and sucking at the other one and raised his head. “Lube?” He asked.

Draco nodded and reached under his pillow, grabbing the small bottle of lube he’d bought for himself over the summer. “Use a lot.” He told Harry. “And make sure you stretch me well. It’s been a long time for me.”

The fire in Harry’s eyes flared ever brighter at those words, but the brunet nodded, taking the bottle and opening it. He coated his fingers and brought them to Draco’s entrance, pushing gently. He bit his lip, looking up at Draco.

Draco smiled. “Don’t be afraid to push hard. You won’t hurt me. Not much, anyway.” He assured his mate.

Harry’s brow furrowed and he increased the pressure of his finger, finally sliding in.

Draco moaned, arching his back at the feeling. He remembered the last time he’d been in this position and hoped that Harry would be more careful with him than his father ever was, but he pushed thoughts of Lucius aside ruthlessly. He was with his mate, and if there was anyone on Earth he could trust implicitly, it was Harry.

Harry pulled out the finger and used some more lube before sliding in two fingers, stretching him carefully. “Are you okay?” Harry asked, watching his face.

Draco nodded, breathing through the stretch. “Never better.” He panted, bearing down against the fingers.

Harry gulped and added a third finger, twisting them as Draco did to him.

Draco gasped and grabbed at the pillow as Harry’s fingers brushed against his prostate. “Merlin, yes!” He breathed, pushing his hips back to meet Harry’s fingers eagerly.

Harry grinned. He thrust in a few more times, feeling Draco’s muscles loosen as he got used to the stretch and relaxed into the sensation. He pulled his fingers out and lubed himself, sliding in slowly.

Draco moaned at the burning sensation of having another person inside him after so long. “Slowly.” He cautioned. “Just go slow, don’t stop… Merlin!” He panted when Harry had finally stopped pushing forward. “You feel quite a bit bigger than you look!”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Bigger than him?!” He hissed, pulling out and thrusting forward sharply.

Draco cried out as Harry’s thrust hit his prostate, then met his mate’s eyes incredulously. “Is that what brought this on?!” He asked.

Harry’s face darkened. “I found the box of condoms. Nine times, Draco! Nine times that bastard touched what is mine!” He growled, moving slowly as he spoke.

Draco gasped as Harry found his prostate again. And he wasn’t even trying! “Harry, it-“

“No, let me finish!” Harry interrupted, stopping his movements and leaning in close to Draco’s face. “I won’t let him invade our bed. The only one you’ll ever think of in that way again is me, do you understand?” He asked softly, eyes burning with intensity.

Draco nodded. “Can I say something before you pound me into the mattress?” He asked, feeling his fangs brushing against the insides of his lips, making speech a bit difficult.

Harry nodded.

Draco took a deep breath. “It really meant nothing with him. It was something he did out of duty, and just because I liked it didn’t mean it meant anything to me. What I do with you is something different. We don’t merely fuck, Harry, we make love. The emotions I feel for you make all the difference. You own every part of me, even the parts he could never touch.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “Now, show me how much I belong to you.” He said.

Harry grinned and slid nearly all the way out, then pounded back in.

Draco arched and cried out, fingernails digging into Harry’s shoulders.

Harry froze. “Are you okay?”

Draco nodded. “Yes, yes, that was a good scream, just keep going!” The blond ordered him, drumming his heels against Harry’s calves.

Harry huffed out a laugh and began thrusting again, biting his lip in concentration. “God, you’re so tight, Draco!” He panted. “How do you last so long?”

Draco smirked. “Self-control.” He answered, then snaked one hand down between them to grip his own cock. “Just keep going.” He ordered, stroking himself to the same rhythm Harry was using to thrust into him.

Harry kept thrusting as hard as he could, watching Draco’s face as the blond stroked himself frantically. Draco was letting out sharp cries periodically, so Harry knew he was hitting the same spot in Draco that always drove him mad. He leaned down and kissed Draco deeply.

Draco moaned into the kiss, feeling Harry’s tongue gliding slowly over his fangs, as if to memorize the shape and size of them. He mentally thanked whatever god was listening that Harry wasn’t repulsed by them, and that the brunet actually seemed to like them, rather a lot. He broke the kiss and arched back. “Going to come!” He choked out.

“Yes, come for me, Draco.” Harry breathed, looking down at him raptly.

Draco cried out and came, setting off Harry as he clamped down on the brunet.

Harry moaned, hips stuttering as he filled Draco with his come. He collapsed on top of the blond, panting heavily.

Draco sighed happily. “Don’t fall asleep on me. It’s nearly time for lunch, we only had an hour when I first came up here. If we don’t start getting ready now, we’ll be late. And it’s never a good idea to be late when Mother’s in the house, trust me.”

Harry groaned. “Fine. Just give me a minute.” He mumbled into Draco’s neck.