Dream a little Dream

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Sultan picked a path through the brush, and Harry could feel his excitement welling up in his chest. The two of them ducked as they went through the branches to protect their eyes, and Harry let out a gasp as he looked up.

The wind rushing around them had Sultan’s mane whipping around, and Tom just let out a sigh as he took in the sight that was very familiar to him. The two of them just sat and stared at the sheer cliff face across the large valley from them. Tom knew from past experience that over the ledge that was about twenty meters away, that the cliff on their side was almost identical to the one that they faced.

Harry took in the beautiful cliff, and craned his neck back to look at Tom. “How did you know about this place Tom? It’s gorgeous.”

Tom looked at Harry, and suddenly realized why he liked it so much. Bringing a hand up to caress Harry’s face he said, “I found it when I was touring my property. It was so gorgeous, unadorned, and I stood on the edge and looked down, and nearly lost myself in it’s depths.”

Harry let his breath catch, and Sultan shifted beneath them.

“Once we bond, Harry, I’ll show you what it was like to freefall off of the edge. You use a charm, you see, to catch yourself, and float back up and do it all over again.” Tom was staring into Harry’s eyes, and added, “But some depths you don’t have to stop the fall.”

He leaned down and captured Harry’s lips. The cliff reminded him of Harry. So beautiful, while being simple, yet deep. Tom may not have known that he was thinking of his mate when he first saw the area, but now he knew for sure what had drawn him there time and time again.

Harry broke the kiss to gasp for breath, when Tom moved his hands up and stole the reins from Harry. He quietly turned Sultan around and pointed the horse homeward. Harry leaned back against Tom and thought about completing the bond. He knew from one of Tom’s books that it wouldn’t have to hurt, but what Goyle had done scared him greatly.

He inhaled deeply, smelling Sultan, the woods, and most importantly, Tom. One of the reasons that he had been so happy that Tom would be around him after the attack was the calming scent the Tom had on him. While Harry could smell the disgusting man on him, Tom was putting out… pheromones? Maybe it was a vampire to mate thing, because he was pretty sure that cat’s only marked territory.

Tom was well aware of his pheromones, and used them quite often. He was using them now, so that Harry would let him do the steer the horse home. He supposed that it was his male ego, a testosterone driven thing. Harry’s hadn’t, he had merely been showing off to Tom, looking for praise. Tom was viewing it in different ways. More like riding off into the sunset with his… well, Harry wasn’t really a damsel…

Harry rubbed his head against Tom’s chest, and relaxed with the rolling motion of the horse. He knew that if he were to be stuck inside with Tom for very much longer, he would go stir crazy. But you can’t bond because of something that stupid, now can you?

Harry knew that he loved Tom, and that Tom loved him, but he had to know why Tom loved him again. Tom had to say it more often, and the reasons why.

Harry pouted over that for a minute, and then sat up abruptly and took the reins back. “Be ready Tom!” Was tossed over his shoulder before they came across a meadow the led back to the stables, and Harry kicked Sultan up to a canter. He felt Tom wrap his arms around his waist and took the pressure off of Sultan’s right rein.

Tom was having a blast as the stables came into view, and Harry slowed the horse a bit. Harry started posting, and the horse started trotting. Tom bounced around for a minute before regaining his equilibrium and posting with Harry. As soon as he started posting however, the horse slowed to a walk. Harry didn’t say anything to him.

Harry was a little bit upset with Tom for not actually telling him that he loved him. It completely slipped his mind that he didn’t tell Tom that, but there you go. Harry coolly waited for Tom to dismount, and call the stable hands. Harry tossed himself off of the horse, snagged Tom’s hand and started to stride for the house.

“Love, love, what’s the matter?” Tom asked. Harry was walking faster than usual. Harry suddenly whipped around and stared up at him.

“D’you really mean it Tom?” Harry asked breathlessly.

Tom stared at him for a minute, and thought over everything that he had said. “Harry, are you talking about the diving? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Harry felt his face fall. “No Tom. The love. D’you mean it?”

Tom looked at Harry with a small frown. “Of course I do. You are the one destined for me, my perfect match. You complete me in every way. I thought that you knew that.”

Harry felt his face light up. “Say it more often Tom! I love you to!”

That was the only warning that Tom had before Harry launched himself into his arms and knocked both of them over. Harry started to rub himself on Tom, moaning, “Bond with me, please!”

Tom looked down at Harry, and it took every ounce of his considerable self control (Not that he had been exercising a lot of it with Harry) not to take his mate right then and there on the front lawn.

He grabbed Harry and stumbled for the house. Realizing about halfway there that he wouldn’t make it, he grabbed Harry closer and apparated them both to the bedroom. When he had seen them in the bedroom though, he hadn’t imagined clothes, and some very confused house-elves were dispatched to pick up the master’s clothes from the lawn.

Tom shook himself, and made Harry look him in the eye. “Harry, are you sure? We can still- mmf!”

Harry had cut him off with a kiss. The heat was consuming him, and he was sure that Tom could make him feel so good. Where had this come from? Harry decided that he didn’t care. He only wanted to rub against Tom more.

It didn’t take long for Tom to be whispering a lubrication and contraceptive spell before Harry’s main itch was scratched and he keened happily as he was filled. Tom was making him feel so good… Harry never wanted it to stop.

But of course it had to, and Harry screamed before passing out. Tom managed to stay conscious long enough to see the glow surround the both of them, only to sink into their skin. Tom felt the complete content with his life at the moment of joining, and proceeded to pass out, at peace with the fact that now Harry was completely his.

Meanwhile, even in his sleep, Harry started to toss, feeling as though he were baking in an oven.

[AN: I know that Harry did a 180, but it will be explained in the next chapter!!!