JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Sixteen


That night while Harry was getting ready for his guests, his thoughts often wandered to earlier that day. He couldn’t believe that Draco shared some of these feelings he had for him. He was enjoying some of his muggle music, playing it fairly loud while he was in his kitchen, getting the bowls of snacks ready when he turned and was surprised to see Sirius leaning against the door frame, grinning at him.

“Siri, you’re early. I didn’t hear the fire,” Harry said, going over to hug his godfather. He had the floo set up in his rooms where you could hear when someone was coming through by a bell that hung at the fireplace side.

“Not a wonder for how loud the music is,” Sirius said smirking as he returned Harry’s hug. “I wanted to visit my favorite godson and see how he’s doing.”

“Siri.....I’m you’re only godson,” Harry laughed handing Sirius a couple of bowls of chips to bring to the common room. “Do you want a drink or something?”

“A beer if you got it,” Sirius called out.

“It’s good to see you Sirius,” Harry grinned as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Good to see you too kid. The house seems awfully quiet with you not being there.”

“I’ve been busy or I would have visited. I’m sure it’s not that bad without me there....you and Sev have the run of the house...no one to catch you snogging anywhere you please,” Harry smirked.

“Sev has been there quite a bit,” Sirius grinned.

“You and him happy Siri?” Harry asked.

“Yes. I think so. Never thought I’d see the day I would fall for a Slytherin though,” Sirius said laughing. “So, how’s your Slytherin doing,” he teased.

“It’s going okay,” Harry beamed. “Found out today he has feelings for me too.”

“That’s great Harry.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

It wasn’t soon after that Severus arrived to take some of his godfather’s attention away. He had to admit to himself as he looked at his friend, that Severus looked good in a pair of black pants and a navy button down shirt. The two of them procured a corner of the couch with Sirius leaning onto Severus who sat back with his arm draped over the back of the couch.

As Harry was getting Severus a firewhiskey, Ron and Hermione arrived, already bickering back and forth to each other as they made themselves comfortable in the love seat. The others in the room were quite used to the friendly quarrels that the Gryffindor couple always seemed to have, and just shook their heads bemusedly as they debated about house elf equality, trying to get the two older wizards to participate. They were saved in commenting when there was a knock at his portrait.

Harry went over to the portrait to see that Pansy and Millicent arrived. They glanced past Harry’s shoulder to see Hermione and Ron. “You sure this isn’t going to be a problem Harry?” Pansy asked.

“No. I don’t think so. You two are my friends too...plus, Severus is here also, so you’re not the only Slytherin’s,” Harry grinned.

“Well, in that case we brought a little something for your movie night,” Pansy said holding a rather large platter filled with chocolate brownies. “Made them myself,” and laughed at Harry as he raised his brow as if he didn’t believe her.

“She loves to bake Harry. The house elves stayed well away from her when she was baking them earlier today,” Millicent grinned.

“Thanks Pansy. They look really good,” Harry replied leading them into the room. “Hey guys, you all know Pansy and Millicent.”

“Hi,” Hermione smiled in greeting, nudging Ron who gave a hesitant smile in return.

Harry placed the brownies on the table with the other junk food, then got the drinks for everyone before sitting down himself. Millicent sat on the other end of the couch with her legs tucked at her side, while Pansy sat on the floor with Harry, their backs to the couch.

About half way through the movie Pansy shifted over to Harry, linking her arm through his. “So, what happened with Draco today Harry?” she quietly asked, leaning closer to him so the others wouldn’t over hear.

“Not much,” Harry replied shrugging his shoulders trying not to give anything away from the way he was smiling.

“It didn’t look like that when he came into the Slytherin common room,” Pansy teased.

“Did you ask him?” Harry questioned.

“Yes. He just said he was with you.”

“Well, he was,” Harry replied, then nodded his head to the television screen. “Now, watch the movie,” he grinned.



While Harry and the others were watching the movie, Draco was sitting across from Blaise at a club in Knockturn Alley. Blaise was trying to hide his anger as his eyes kept going to the love bit on Draco’s neck. He reached out to take Draco’s hand in his, leaning down to kiss the knuckles.

“Blaise...please don’t,” Draco pleaded, gently pulling his hand away.

“Draco, I can’t help it. I love you.....”

“Please Blaise, I don’t feel that way towards you,” Draco said.

“But we’re so good together,” Blaise urged.

“Blaise, I do love you....but I’m not ‘in’ love with you. You’ve been there for me and we had some good times together.....”

“It’s Potter isn’t it?” Blaise interrupted.

Draco sat back and crossed his arms across his chest. “Blaise I don’t want to hear any attitude towards Harry from you. Harry and I may have something going on....what, we’re not sure of yet. It’s all pretty new to us, but I also want you to be there as my friend.”

“Do you love him?” Blaise asked. ‘Please say no, please say no,’ he repeated to himself, crossing his fingers superstitiously under the table.

“I don’t know....could be. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” Draco grinned.

‘Fucking-Bloody-Potter,’ Blaise swore to himself. “Well, if being friends with you is all you’ll give me....I’ll take it,” he smiled, not showing the inner turmoil he was going through. “But, if you ever want more...I’m there

“Thanks Blaise,” Draco grinned. “I didn’t want there to be any hard feelings between us.”

“Just so you know Drake....if he ever hurts you....I’ll hurt him,” Blaise said deadly serious.

“I can take care of myself Blaise,” Draco smirked, “but thanks. Why don’t you order another round of drinks while I go take a leak.”

“Sure thing Drake,” Blaise replied, then watched Draco’s retreating backside. Once he was sure he was out of sight, he went to refresh their drinks, then took out a small vial out of his jacket pocket. He carefully tipped a few drops in Draco’s glass and slipped the lid in place just as Draco was making his way back to the table.

Hours later, Blaise carried Draco into the Head Boy rooms. He carefully stripped the clothes off of his love, caressing the skin with his lips as each button was undone. He lay Draco gently on the bed and let his fingers lovingly stroke his chest. He glared at the love bite on Draco’s neck, then drew his wand out to heal the mark, leaving the neck now unblemished. His fingers shakily trailed down the toned chest and stomach, down the hips and thighs, then glided back up, grazing his knuckles against Draco’s semi-hard erection.

Blaise wrapped his fingers around Draco’s cock, slowly stroking it as he watched Draco’s chest rise and fall heavily in his induced sleep. He leaned over to swirl his tongue around Draco’s nipple as his hand continued to stroke the hardened cock. He kissed his way up his chest and was just about to kiss Draco on the mouth. “Harry,” Draco sighed and smiled in his sleep.

Blaise stopped midway from kissing Draco, his hand leaving Draco’s cock, his eyes flashing in anger, his hand raised as if to strike the blonde on the bed. His raised hand curled into itself as he shoved himself off the bed and glared down at Draco’s naked form. He closed his eyes tight, letting a few tears escape the closed lids as he controlled his tremulous emotions. He took a couple of deep breaths and then took out an empty vial and his pocket knife from his pocket, then sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up Draco’s hand in his and kissed the pad of one finger before carefully drawing the knife along the skin, holding the finger over the empty vial until it was about half full with Draco’s blood. He brought Draco’s hand up to his mouth where he kissed the finger, letting his tongue glide over the cut, the coppery taste of blood lingering in his mouth as he healed the cut with his wand, leaving a small bruise in it’s place.

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The next morning Pansy slowly opened the door to Draco’s room. She grinned at the sleeping form of her friend as he was passed out cold on his back, the covers bunched down to his waist, his left arm under his pillow. She sat on the edge of the bed and lightly grazed her fingernail down his side, giggling to herself as he went to slap her hand away but missed. “Go away,” he said groggily, still half asleep.

“Draco, time to get up,” Pansy said shaking his arm.

“Too tired....sleep,” he mumbled.

“Don’t you have breakfast with your godfather Saturday mornings?” she asked.

“Hmmm, hmm.....later,” he grumbled.

Pansy shook her head and left Draco to sleep. She was surprised he was still asleep, as he was usually an early riser....and a lot easier to wake. She was on her way to tell Porfessor Snape that Draco would be late when she happened to bump into Harry as he was heading down to the dungeons. “Hello, Harry. Going flying this morning?” she asked motioning to his broom that he carried over his one shoulder.

“Yes, after breakfast,” Harry replied.

“Millicent and I had a good time last night,” she said grinning.

“Glad to hear it. I plan on having more movie nights and you’re more than welcome to come....and your brownies,” he smirked.

“Sure thing,” Pansy said returning the smirk. “Well, I need to let Snape know that Draco will be late for breakfast. Can’t seem to get him up.”

“I didn’t know he was meeting Severus for breakfast.”

“The two of them usually have breakfast Saturday mornings,” Pansy replied.

“Sirius is with Sev this morning, that’s where I was heading.”

“Why don’t you try to wake Draco up and I’ll let the Professor know you’ll be a bit late,” Pansy suggested mischievously. “Password is Emerald Jade.”

Harry raised his brow at the password and grinned. “Can you please take my broom to Sev’s rooms and I’ll get the dragon up,” Harry said handing her his Firebolt.

Pansy took the broom and watched as Harry went to the Slytherin part of the dungeons. “Should take about an hour or so,” she said to herself.


The minute that Harry walked into Draco’s room, he felt his pants tighten across his hips as his cock hardened. He licked his lips as he looked down at Draco who still lay on his back, the covers barely covering his naked body. The one complete side was completely bare, the covers scarcely covering the morning arousal.

He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at the perfection of the blonde’s skin, the muscled arm as it was raised under the pillow, the toned chest and stomach. He leaned down and slowly crawled up over Draco, placing feather light kisses along the naked thigh, nibbling a little on the hip, then continuing up the center of Draco’s stomach and chest until he was on his hands and knees over him. He gently nudged his knee between Draco’s leg and leaned down to give him a light kiss on the lips. “Draco...time to get up,” he said quietly.

Draco turned his head to the side, still fast asleep. Harry took the opportunity presented to him and pressed his lips to Draco’s neck, running his tongue along the skin while he skimmed his hand down the naked stomach to push the covers aside to wrap his fingers around Draco’s very hard erection. He started to nibble along Draco’s jaw to come back to Draco’s lips. He brushed his tongue along the bottom lip right before taking it between his lips, giving it a light suction. When he heard a low moan and the lips responding under his, he deepened the kiss then moaned into the blonde’s mouth as his tongue was met with another.

Draco woke from his dream of kissing Harry and groaned as he opened his eyes to see Harry was there....kissing him in reality. He brought his one leg over Harry’s thigh to pull him down on top of him as he deepened the kiss even more. His one hand went around Harry’s neck, tangling his fingers in the soft strands while the other went down his back to slip under the jersey.

Harry thrust his hips forward, pushing Draco to the mattress. Draco’s moan was swallowed by Harry’s kiss as a jean covered erection was rubbing against his. He pulled away from the kiss and arched his neck back, his hands going to Harry’s ass to pull him closer. “Merlin....this is...so...much better than my dream,” he panted as Harry nibbled on his neck.

“And what were we doing in this dream?” Harry whispered into Draco’s ear.

“You were inside of me.....taking me slow...slamming in hard as I met you thrust for thrust,” Draco said huskily.

Harry groaned at the suggestive description and brought his hand up to pinch Draco’s nipple as he grinded against Draco harder. “Top ...or ...bottom?” he said against Draco’s neck.

“Bottom,” Draco panted, “with my legs wrapped around your waist.”

Harry brought up his one knee, running the palm of his hand up Draco’s thigh as the leg wrapped around his hips. “You feel so good to me,” he said right before claiming Draco’s mouth again in a fiery kiss.

Draco reached between their bodies and palmed Harry’s erection through his jeans. “Harry...I want you inside of me....now,” he panted.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked pressing into Draco’s hand as he rubbed his length.

Draco slipped his other hand between them and started to undo Harry’s jeans. “Yes. Very sure,” he said hoarsely taking Harry’s hand and guiding it further between his legs, then went on to help Harry slide his jeans over his hips.

Harry lifted his hips a bit to let Draco push his pants down to his thighs while he muttered the lubricating spell. His breathing was labored as Draco started stroking his cock. He slowly slid a finger into Draco’s tight entrance, thrusting in at the same rhythm as Draco’s hand on his cock.

“More...Harry....need more,” Draco moaned as he moved his hips against Harry’s fingers.

Harry slid another finger in, pushing in to the knuckle, then moaned out loud as Draco grasped a handful of his hair to pull him down in a frenzied kiss. Draco had spread his legs more and lifted his hips, wanting more. Harry kneeled back between the spread legs and oiled his cock, stroking it a few times before slipping the head just inside Draco’s tight warmth. He leaned back down again to nibble along Draco’s arched neck as he slowly sheathed himself deep inside. He held still, letting Draco adjust to the fullness of his cock inside of him, then leaned up on his hands. “Draco, open your eyes. I want to watch you as you come apart for me,” Harry said, his voice strained with holding back his release.

Draco licked his dry lips and looked up into the lust filled gaze of the man on top of him. “Please..Harry..I need....” he started to beg before Harry started to move.

Harry slowly pulled back, then thrust in fast and deep. “Fuck!....so tight. I don’t...know how long I can last,” Harry panted as he repeated the slow withdrawal and the quick thrusts back in.

“Gods...faster...Harry,” Draco moaned wrapping both legs around Harry’s waist, his hand gripping Harry’s lower back as his nails raked the tanned skin.

Harry captured Draco’s mouth with his as he thrust deep and fast, grinding in when he was sheathed completely. Their tongues battled for dominance, with Harry letting Draco win as his tongue was sucked into Draco’s mouth. He felt Draco tighten around his cock moments before Draco moaned into his mouth, liquid warmth now between their bodies.

Draco pulled back, his breathing labored as he looked up at Harry. He slid his hand down his stomach to glide his fingers through his cum. He brought his cum-coated fingers to Harry’s mouth as he locked gazes with Harry, and gave a low moan when Harry reached them with his mouth to suck the fingers in, to swirl his tongue around the slim digit.

Harry moaned around Draco’s fingers, tasting the bittersweet cum of his dragon. He grasped the sides of Draco’s hips as he slammed in once....then twice. “Fuck....Draco!” he cried out as he let himself go, erupting deep inside of Draco.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s heaving body and kissed the side of his neck. “Good morning Jade,” he breathed against his ear.

Harry leaned back up on his elbows and gave a very satisfied smile. “Morning,” he said kissing Draco’s swollen kissed lips. “I wish all mornings could be like that,” he added smiling.

“Me too,” Draco replied. “What time is it anyway?” he asked as Harry placed a kiss at the hollow of his shoulder.

“Almost nine,” Harry replied slowly, reluctantly, pulling out of Draco.

“What?” Draco exclaimed trying to get up. “That late? I was supposed to meet Sev half an hour ago,” he added as he nudged Harry off of him.

“They know we’ll be late,” Harry said looking down at the front of his jersey where there were white spots of Draco’s cum splattered on the material. “Sirius is down there with him.”

“I’m going to have a quick shower,” Draco said watching Harry use wandless magic to clean himself up. “You want to join me?” he asked suggestively as he looked down at Harry’s body.

Harry saw the hungry look Draco gave him and felt his cock start to swell again. “Although I would love to wash that delectable body of yours...we would take too long. We’re already late for breakfast,” he grinned while pulling up his pants, trying to adjust his erection more comfortably.

Draco gave him a quick kiss on the mouth then turned to walk into his bathroom. “Your loss Potter,” he said turning his head to look at Harry.

Harry gazed longingly at the firm backside of his lover. ‘Lover,’ he repeated to himself with a smile as he lay back on the bed, his feet still planted on the floor.

Before Harry could even finish replaying the morning, Draco came out with a towel wrapped around his hips. Draco looked at Harry and grinned at the look of complete satisfaction on Harry’s face, then walked softly towards the bed. He leaned down and placed an open mouthed kiss on the jean covered erection.

Harry groaned and opened his eyes to see Draco’s mouth over his now very hard erection. He grasped Draco’s hand to pull him down on top of him, but instead Draco took Harry’s hand to pull him up. “Don’t have time Harry. Breakfast...remember,” he teased. “Go wait for me in the common room. I’ll get dressed faster if you’re not watching me.”

“Fine...leave me hanging,” Harry sighed dramatically, then stood up and pulled the unresisting blonde towards him, bringing him flush against his body. His mouth descended on Draco’s in a searing kiss as his hand snaked down his stomach to grip Draco’s cock through the towel. At Draco’s whimper, he reluctantly took a step back. “Well, I better go. Be quick about it then,” he said devilishly as he turned towards the door, leaving a very aroused Dragon in his wake.


(typos fixed Apr. 07)