FAMILY TIES

Chapter Seventeen


They had apparated to Silvenwind where Gabrielle ushered them to Harry’s rooms, the palace healers soon following. While the healer applied the salve to Draco’s wounds, Harry wrote a note to Dumbledore and Severus. He let Draco read it and add his own little message before sending it off. Afterwards, Gabrielle would not take no for an answer when they were given a healing and sleeping potion. The two of them slipped under the sheets, and soon fell asleep, with Draco half lying over Harry’s chest.

The next morning, Hedwig was sitting on her perch by the window, a package and note on the desk. Draco woke up, reaching out for Harry beside him to find he wasn’t there. ‘Harry?’ He called in his mind.

‘I’m coming love,’ Harry mind-sent back to him, then opened the door with a tray balanced in his hands.

“Hmm . . . breakfast in bed,” Draco grinned, sitting up as the sheets pooled down to his waist.

Harry took in the sight of his mate, imagining himself licking and kissing all that tempting skin.

“Gods Harry,” Draco moaned out, seeing Harry’s thoughts. He reached under the sheet to stroke his hardening erection, almost feeling Harry’s mouth on his body.

Harry placed the tray on the side table and was just leaning down to capture Draco’s kiss, when Blaise came into the room. “Can’t you two keep your hands off each other?” Blaise teased.

“It wasn’t our hands that we were going to use,” Harry smirked, stealing a quick kiss as he adjusted the sheet over Draco’s hips. ‘More like my tongue . . . my lips . . . ’ Harry finished his thought in his mind, smiling when he heard the internal moan inside Draco’s head.

“The Professor’s insisted I bring you the assigned work to do during your recuperation. I also brought the gifts you bought . . . without peeking, although I think Bree will love the leather neck collar,” Blaise grinned.

“I thought you didn’t peak,” Harry said as he buttered his toast from the breakfast he brought in.

“It . . . fell out of the bag when I was picking it up,” Blaise replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Have you met Ash and Rider yet Draco?” He asked mischievously.

“Ash? Rider?” Draco asked looking to Blaise then Harry.

“Rider is a fellow vampire that helped me with my transformation, and Ash is a weapon instructor. They’re . . . friends,” Harry explained, directing a glare to his smirking cousin.

“This weapon instructor wouldn’t happen to be a blonde elf that ‘came’ to Hogwarts, would it?” Draco asked, looking to see that Harry’s face was now flushed red.

“Well . . . I’ve done my bit. I must get back to school,” Blaise grinned. “See you two in a week.”

“Remind me to hex him impotent,” Harry muttered.

“Harry,” Draco said as he placed his hand over Harry’s, “tell me.”

“Yes, that was Ash that night you saw us in the forest, and yes I knew you were there watching me,” Harry replied.

“And Rider?”

“He was also a lover of mine,” Harry quietly said, slowly starting to get off the bed.

“Harry,” Draco said, pulling Harry’s hand to sit him back down. “We both had lives . . . lovers, before we were together. I’m not mad about it. But if they even try anything with you, I’ll make sure they join Blaise in his impotency,” he possessively said. “You are mine now.”

“Only yours,” Harry smiled, lifting Draco’s hand up to kiss the palm. “Now let’s apply the salve, then I’ll show you around. I’ll do your back first.”

Harry watched as Draco shifted onto his stomach, admiring the view. He sat beside him, brushing the blonde hair to the side so he could apply the salve on the side and back of the neck where there were fading slashes.

Draco sighed as the cooling salve seeped into his skin. Harry was gentle as he slowly applied the salve, his fingers caressing the unmarked skin as he trailed lower. He felt the sheet slip lower down his body, past his bare bottom to his knees. He bit back a moan when Harry’s fingers drifted over his bottom.

“Beautiful,” Harry softly said as he leaned down to kiss the smooth skin, nibbling onto the tempting globes.

Draco buried his face into the pillow as Harry’s lips and tongue tasted his skin, his long hair feathering across his back and hips. He moaned as he felt Harry’s hand slide up the inside of his leg, the fingers grazing his scrotum, then his puckered hole. He spread his legs, raising his ass up, wanting more. “Harry . . . please,” he groaned.

“Turn around love,” Harry huskily said, sitting at Draco’s side, moaning at the sight of his very aroused husband.

He first placed one of Draco’s arms on his lap as he applied the salve to the slashes there. He shifted back a bit when Draco’s hand brushed against his erection. His breath hitched when Draco’s hand rubbed up against it again. “Draco,” he warned.

“Harry,” Draco mocked, smiling as he felt Harry’s hand shake against his other arm. He palmed Harry’s erection through the pajama bottoms, already feeling a wet spot on the silk from the weeping head. He arched his neck back as Harry applied the salve to the slashes on his neck and chest.

When Harry flicked his nipple with a fingernail, he arched his back into the touch, while nimble fingers undid the ties to Harry’s pajama bottoms. He pulled them lower and gripped the heated hardened flesh in his hand, slowly stroking it.

“Draco . . . I need to finish . . . fuck . . . feels so good,” Harry moaned, thrusting his hips forward.

“So finish . . . then finish me,” Draco huskily said as he gripped his own erection.

Harry tenderly, but hurriedly applied the salve to the rest of Draco’s chest, stomach and hips. He leaned down to swipe his tongue over Draco’s cock, moaning from the taste of him. Draco’s hand began to stroke Harry faster, his thumb skimming over the sensitized head. He thrust his hips forward, crying out Draco’s name as his orgasm was squeezed out of him to be caught in Draco’s hand. His eyes followed Draco’s other hand as the blonde began to stroke his cock faster. He leaned down and took his cock in his mouth, gripping his hips as he took him in deep.

“Ah . . . gods . . . Harry,” Draco groaned as he removed his hand from his own length to bury it into Harry’s hair, pulling him down as he thrust up, his cum soon coating the back of Harry’s throat. His body trembled as Harry swallowed, then licked him clean.

“You taste good,” Harry grinned, licking his lips.

“So do you,” Draco replied, licking some of Harry’s cum off his fingers.

After they showered and dressed, they went down to the dining room where the women in his family were going over the celebration plans. Gabrielle had gotten up when they entered to greet them, hugging Harry close, then faced Draco, cupping the sides of his face with her soft hands, inspecting the fading marks on his face and neck. Once she seemed satisfied with the results, she embraced him also. “Are you okay?” She worriedly asked.

“Yes. Thank you,” Draco replied returning the hug. He was starting to like the hugginess of Harry’s family. He never had that with his family.

“Hey Harry . . . Draco,” Bree greeted, making room for them to sit.

Draco and Harry sat for the next two hours as they discussed the wedding, their wedding robes that were made by Raina and Josiane, and the events planned for the day.

“I was kind of thinking of wearing our jeans for the wedding,” Harry smirked at the women, then Draco who was trying not to laugh back at him.

Raina waved her hand, chuckling to herself as Harry’s chair fell back, tumbling him to the floor. “I think not dear Nephew,” she laughed.

Harry got up rubbing the back of his head. “Just kidding Raina,” he impishly grinned, then held out his hand to Draco. “We’ll just leave you to it then,” he added then made a hasty retreat from the imposing women.

Draco’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he followed Harry through the palace. Harry toured him through the family rooms, the library, the classrooms, and the kitchens where they packed a picnic basket with their late lunch.

They were going through one of the many courtyards, when they were waylaid by a certain blonde elf. “Harry,” Ash grinned looking to Draco before leaning in to kiss Harry’s cheek.

“Ah . . . Ash,” Harry said stepping back, “you remember Draco . . . my husband,” he smirked, seeing the mischief in his friend’s eyes.

“Yes, of course I do. I was only trying to get a rise out of you Draco,” Ash teased. “I would never come between you two,” he added, reaching out his hand to him.

“See that you don’t,” Draco warned. “Harry is the only one that can get a ‘rise’ out of me,” he smirked as he shook Ash’s hand.

Harry leaned over to kiss Draco’s cheek as he grasped his hand in his. “How’s Tyrian?” He asked facing Ash again.

“He’s well,” Ash smiled, “keeps the bed warm. We still train in the courtyard everyday Harry, you two are always welcome to join if you wish.”

“Maybe,” Harry shrugged noncommittally.

“We’ll be there tomorrow,” Draco said, having felt that Harry wanted to practice with his weapons. He was rewarded with a brilliant smile from his husband and a squeeze of his hand . . . well worth the sacrifice of spending time with one of Harry’s old lovers.

“Very well,” Ash nodded. “See you two tomorrow then,” he added before taking his leave of them.



Harry led Draco to the open field with a gurgling stream that flowed freely into the lagoon. They walked onto the middle of the low bridge that spanned the stream and sat down after taking off their shoes to dangle their feet into the water, the water lapping at their calves. They spent a relaxing couple of hours as they ate their sandwiches, fruit, and cheese, occasionally throwing scraps to the birds that waded at the waters edge. It was a very peaceful day, with Harry sneaking quick breathtaking kisses from Draco to help him put his past few days behind him.

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