Twisted Faerie Tales

Author’s Note: Many thanks to Deb for her beta work and thanks to all who have reviewed so far.

Part 4

“Impossible!” Draco shouted, shaking his head in dismay.

“It’s not impossible,” Harry chuckled, straddling the back of an ornate wooden chair. “I’ve been able to do it as long as I can remember.”

“Prove it then,” Draco challenged, his face set in defiance. “Go on.”

With a smug grin, Harry concentrated on the mug of hot chocolate in Draco’s hands and snapped his fingers. Without hesitation the mug flew from Draco’s tight grip and landed in Harry’s outstretched hand, leaving a gaping blond in its wake. With another wave of his fingers, Harry cleaned up the chocolate drink that had splashed on the floorboards.

“Told you,” Harry gloated.

“Harry, that’s brilliant. Grindelwald told me that magic couldn’t be done without a wand!” Draco exclaimed, his eyes still locked on his stolen drink.

“Maybe he can’t do it, or maybe he just doesn’t want you to learn how,” Harry suggested.

“He can be rather stingy with his knowledge sometimes. Once I saw him cast a spell that made a smoky dragon erupt from the tip of his wand and fly off out the window and he refused to show me how he did it,” Draco muttered, a slight pout to those succulent lips.

“Expecto Patronum!” Harry shouted, giving his eleven-inch holly a flick. A brilliant white stag flew from his wand and galloped around Draco, the blond watching with a fascinated grin.

“That’s it! Only his was a dragon,” Draco commented, reaching out to touch the glowing animal. His hand went right through it like a puff of air and he laughed.

“This is my Patronus,” Harry explained. “Everyone’s is different.”

“Could you teach me?” Draco asked, and Harry stood, moving to close the distance between them.

“It would be my pleasure,” Harry whispered and the stag disappeared as he stepped up behind Draco. One hand on the blond’s slender hip and the other on his wand hand, Harry directed Draco’s movements and taught him the incantation.

“You have to picture something that makes you happy and hold it in your mind,” Harry breathed against the blond’s ear and for some reason Draco didn’t think that would be very hard.

A shudder ran through Harry’s body as Draco did as Harry instructed and a thin wisp of smoke erupted from Draco’s wand. It flew around the room; clearly trying to form into something more solid looking, but it eventually fizzled out.

“Excellent,” Harry praised. “Let’s try again.”

They worked on it all afternoon, Harry a patient teacher and Draco an eager student, until finally, the smoke wasn’t smoke at all.

“Brilliant, Draco!” Harry commended as a pearly white dove flew across the tower room after Harry’s stag and landed happily on its antlers. With a laugh, Draco sent it diving through the window and watched as it dipped and spun in the night sky. “Even your Patronus wants to be free of this place,” Harry whispered.

“I wish it were that easy,” Draco murmured, watching as his Patronus flew into the wards and puffed out of existence. “To just fly away and never look back.”

“One day,” Harry promised, lacing his fingers through the blond’s.

“You should probably get back, hm? Sirius and Remus must be worried sick,” Draco sighed.

Harry supposed Draco was right, but he was still loath to leave the man’s side. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” he assured the blond.

“I know.” With a weak smile, Draco let his hair grow out into the long, blond stair that Harry would need to descend the tall tower and with a heavy heart, Harry left his love up in the tower, wishing he could stay.

A week flew by, in which every day saw Harry climbing up Draco’s golden braid in the morning and leaving again late that night. They talked about everything from Quidditch and magic to their messy childhoods. From Draco’s feelings about Grindelwald, to Harry’s admiration of his godparents’ loving relationship. Every evening found the men more and more reluctant to part, until one night, they simply lingered at the window, staring out at the stars, neither making that final move to say goodnight.

“It’s a beautiful night out,” Draco commented, his hair still platinum and perfect but far too short to use as a ladder.

“I wish I could take you flying with me,” Harry whispered. “Nights like these, it’s like swimming in diamonds.”

“Grindelwald would never allow it.” Draco’s voice and heart were filled with regret at the statement as he stared out and yearned for the same thing. Another week’s time would see Grindelwald ascending the tower once more, his lust for Draco renewed. He nearly shuddered at the thought.

“Do you love him, this Keeper of yours?” Harry asked, because he’d heard much about Draco’s prison guard, but never got a true gauge of the blond’s feelings for his captor.

“I suppose, although, I do not enjoy him as he wishes I would,” Draco admitted. “He wants to take me as a lover, but I can’t see him that way.”

Harry nearly sighed with relief but his body tensed, a new concern flooding into his mind. “Has he…forced himself upon you?”

“Twice now,” Draco admitted reluctantly. He hoped that his time with Harry had steeled the man into more that just his friend, but he didn’t want to lose these nightly talks with him because of his tumultuous relationship with Grindelwald. Surely Harry understood by now that Draco was dependant on his Master, and that he had to do as asked. “Though, nothing too dramatic,” he added at Harry’s shocked and angry expression. “He’s pressed me for a kiss and I…well, I wanked him once.”

“And you didn’t enjoy it?” Harry asked, wincing along with the blond.

“I wanted him to be someone else,” Draco whispered, and Harry remained silent, waiting to hear whom that someone was, but the words never came.

Instead, Draco sighed and leaned against Harry’s chest, sinking into the warmth as those strong arms wrapped around him, tugging him closer. He could feel the hot puff of Harry’s breath on his neck and the sweet smell of exotic vanilla assaulting his senses. This was how he would spend every night if he could.

“Stay with me,” he blurted, gripping Harry’s arms as if he expected to be shoved away. “Just for tonight,” he amended when Harry remained silent.

“Whatever you want, Draco,” Harry breathed, nibbling the edge of his earlobe and sending quivering shudders straight through to Draco’s groin.

Draco turned in Harry’s grasp and crashed his lips into Harry’s, plundering the mouth he now knew as well as his own. Moans vibrated through them both as Draco’s hands snaked beneath Harry’s jumper to caress the smooth flesh beneath, Harry’s firm grip on his arse keeping him locked tightly against him.

This was normally when one of the men would come to their senses and douse a cool bucket of reality on top of the other, but there were sparks in the air tonight, fires that refused to be extinguished, and neither of the men seemed to be trying very hard to fight against their attraction.

Flames licked inside Draco’s gut, swirling and flaring until it felt like he might explode with want. His eyes shut, his head leaned back and Harry licking a hot path down his neck didn’t help matters. Clumsily he led Harry to the bed, delighting in the new sparkle to those shining, emerald eyes as Harry watched Draco slowly undress himself.

He made it a show, even though his knees were trembling like leaves in autumn. Button after button revealed a new expanse of creamy white flesh and Harry sat on the edge of Draco’s bed, completely transfixed. Draco smiled as Harry’s fingers twitched, as if itching to finish the job himself. He stopped, and beckoned Harry over with a single crooked finger, and Harry all but leapt forward, eagerly capturing Draco’s lips again.

Warm fingers found their way to Draco’s trouser clasp and then under the edges of his pants, where one firm pull would send the vestiges of his clothing pooling to the floor. Harry groaned his desire into Draco’s open lips, his erection pressed hard against the blond’s pale thigh. “May I?” he asked, like a true gentleman, and Draco nodded, shuddering as he found himself utterly naked in front of his raven-haired love.

“Your turn,” he breathed, and Harry smiled against his cheek before pulling away just far enough to lift the jumper over his head and shimmy out of his own denims. When they connected again, it was like fireworks. Flesh on flesh, hands roaming, cocks rutting, lips crashing, all seemed to leave the men intoxicated and they flopped into bed, tangled together.

Draco didn’t think that anything could feel any better than this, until Harry’s hand found its way between his thighs and grasped his weeping prick. He made all kinds of unintelligible noises while Harry stroked him, spreading slickness with his thumb with every pass over Draco’s leaking head. Although none of that – as amazing as it was – could compare to the moment Harry leaned down and swiped his wide tongue over the slit, tasting Draco for the first time.

After that, the ebony-locked god seemed insatiable. He mouthed Draco’s cock, taking it deeper and deeper with each new swipe of his tongue, and long after Draco came, hot and thick down Harry’s throat, he still seemed to crave more. Draco had to shove him away from his over-sensitive bits, but that only made Harry flip him hungrily over.

Draco squeaked when Harry’s fingers first delved into the cleft of his arse, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next. Harry’s tongue followed suit, lapping a hot trail where his fingers had been until he reached Draco’s puckered entrance.

Writhing and squirming beneath him, Draco cried out as Harry’s tongue-lashing brought his erection back in vengeance, forcing him to grind against he mattress in blissful agony. The last time Draco wanked, he’d thrust an experimental finger into his waiting hole, but that was nothing compared to feeling Harry’s firm tongue pressing inside of him, tasting him, devouring everything he was. Draco was completely bared and vulnerable, and Harry wasn’t turning away. He was holding him close and accepting all that Draco was with loving arms, and tongue and cock.

“More,” Draco groaned, unable to take it any longer.

Harry obliged, slipping a mysteriously slicked finger where his tongue had recently vacated. Draco arched and hissed against the burn, even though he’d expected it. Harry pulled away and Draco had to grab his hand, guiding it back in place. “It’s fine,” he promised. “Please don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry breathed, swallowing thickly. Draco could tell it took effort for Harry to force himself away, his eyes were clouded with lust and desire.

“I’m okay, I promise,” Draco replied, trying to keep his face set in a reassuring mask.

Harry looked reluctant, but eventually shifted Draco to his back, feeling better if he could watch his lover’s face as he made love to the gloriously pale man below him. Slowly, too slowly if you asked Draco, Harry caressed the man’s chest, hips, thighs and purposefully ignored the aching cock, twitching for attention.

A devious grin crept across Harry’s face and in that moment, Draco realized that there would never be another person that could sate him the same way. Draco loved Harry’s silly jokes, his playful nature, his serious outlook on the future and this wild streak of evil that occasionally turned up as a manic glint in his brilliant green eyes or the smile he wore now.

He loved Harry, and this realization brought his world crashing down around him like a burning pyre. “Harry,” he rasped, sounding a bit whinier than he would have liked, but it felt like now or never, “I love you.”

Harry’s smirk faded abruptly as the words sunk into his lust-addled brain. “You…what?”

“I’m not saying that you have to return the sentiment of course, or anything like that, I just…thought you should know. That’s all,” he rambled and crushed Harry’s entire being. Even if Harry hadn’t already known he was arse over elbows in love with the blond prat, those words would have done him in.

“I love you too,” he whispered, pinning Draco to the mattress possessively.

“Are you just saying that so that you can shag me, because I would have allowed that without any professions of love,” Draco continued rambling adorably.

“Willing to give it up to anyone, hm?” Harry teased and Draco flushed deeply.

“That’s not what I meant!” he insisted. “I’m a virgin for Merlin’s sake. I just meant that I love you, and that’s enough for me. I don’t need you to lie and say that you love me back just so you can sleep with me,” he over-explained. He took a deep breath, as if he was about to continue, but Harry kissed him instead, wiping away whatever it was Draco might have said.

“Does that feel like someone who isn’t in love with you?” Harry asked when they parted for air. “I’m besotted,” he added with a cheeky grin. Draco just rolled his eyes and kissed Harry again to cover his own romantic flush.

Harry’s hands continued roaming over Draco’s heated flesh, grazing the hard nubs of his nipples and trailing lower and lower until he connected with the straining cocks between them. Encircling them both, Harry began stroking, losing himself in the feel of Draco’s velvety flesh pressed so firmly against his own.

“I want you,” Draco gasped out, “inside of me.” Draco’s eyes were shut tight, his bottom lip sucked deliciously between his perfect teeth. “Now!” he demanded when Harry was too mesmerized to comply.

He chuckled darkly in response and left off the delicious friction long enough to align himself with Draco’s tight entrance again. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

Draco only answered with a frustrated moan as he tried to relax and wait out Harry’s seemingly endless patience. His legs were bent up, the pads of his feet resting against Harry’s shoulders while Harry pushed forward with excruciating slowness. It burned as Draco stretched wider and wider to take all of him, inch by smooth inch; Draco began to feel full – complete for the first time.

He clenched experimentally around the perfect intrusion, grinning smugly as Harry hissed and threw his head back. “You’re so fucking tight, Draco. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“Just move,” Draco demanded and Harry did, snapping his hips back and driving them forward again more quickly than he’d planned.

“Sorry!” he exclaimed, his body still shuddering from the wonderful feel of it.

Draco was still too frazzled from the movement to respond. Somehow, when Harry had thrust forward, he’d managed to slip across the most delicious spot inside of him. It curled his toes and made his cock twitch and his throat produce a hungry groan.

Suddenly Harry felt a bit more confident, and what’s more, wanted to hear more noises like that from his beautiful lover, so he repeated the movement again. And again. And again, until Draco was keening and writhing at every thrust.

In his distraction, Harry realized he’d neglected Draco’s poor cock and sought to rectify that injustice, stroking it in turn with each pounding movement. Harry was close, and one touch to Draco’s weeping prick had made him clench down in response, making it that much harder to hold out. Then suddenly, Draco shifted and sat up, driving Harry impossibly deeper, and kissed him.

The sensation was too much and Harry toppled over the edge of bliss as he thrust his tongue into Draco’s mouth and his cock into the blond’s eager arse simultaneously. He came with a shout, pulling his mouth away from Draco’s only to bite down roughly into the man’s pale shoulder.

He hadn’t even registered Draco’s orgasm until he noticed his hand and chest coated in the other man’s release. He felt mildly regretful that he hadn’t been coherent enough to witness the blond’s climax and silently vowed to stay more alert next time. The feel of Draco bearing down on him, consuming him with their twin flame had just been too much for Harry and he’d gotten lost in it.

“That was…spectacular,” Draco sighed, unhindered by Harry’s prone body collapsed on top of him.

“You were spectacular,” Harry corrected, pressing a wet kiss against Draco’s temple.

“Well, I’m always spectacular, but you were pretty fucking amazing yourself,” Draco preened.

Harry chuckled and rolled off of Draco’s chest with an ‘oof’, wincing as a cool breeze assaulted his spent cock. “So, Draco Malfoy, I don’t suppose you’d like to do that again sometime?” he asked, a cheeky grin on his face to hide his eagerness.

Draco shrugged nonchalantly. “I could be persuaded.”

Harry’s finger’s sought Draco’s platinum blond hair, embedding them into the perfect strands and using his leverage to pull Draco closer. Gently he nibbled at the blond’s lips before darting his tongue inside the velvety cavern of Draco’s mouth, eliciting a moan from that pale throat. When they broke apart, chests heaving for air, Draco stared over at Harry lovingly dazed. “Consider me persuaded,” he sighed and Harry grinned broadly.

“Do you still want me to stay the night?” he asked, and Draco nodded without hesitation.

Harry wasted no time snuggling deep under the covers with his lover pulled tightly against his chest. His arms wound around Draco’s slighter form, one gripping his hip and the other caressing his chest. Draco pressed back, wiggling his arse against Harry’s renewed erection and causing the man to mutter indignantly.

“If you keep that up, no one is getting any sleep,” he grumbled, thrusting into Draco’s crack.

“Mmm,” he sighed and ground against it again, moaning when Harry’s hand trailed from his slender hip to Draco’s own erection.

Sleep was suddenly the furthest thing from either of the men’s minds.

Harry woke up shivering, one side of his body icy cold and the other side like a furnace. His eyes opened and took in his surroundings, feeling momentarily disoriented until he saw the sweet face of his slumbering lover beside him. Draco was cocooned inside all the bed linens, curled up in a tight, warm ball against Harry’s chest.

“You would be a blanket monger,” he whispered to the sleeping blond.

Draco stirred, yawning slightly as he rolled over and opened his eyes, piercing gray orbs locking onto Harry’s. “Hullo,” he whispered, covering his mouth with some of his blanket.

Harry chuckled and pulled the blanket back so that he could kiss his lover. Not even morning breath could deter him. Draco made a face but eventually relented, sinking into the kiss with very little encouragement. It was nice waking up in Harry’s arms and he could easily imagine doing so every day.

“You stole all the covers,” Harry accused with a pout when they finally decided to stop snogging and breathe for a moment. “My arse is freezing.”

“Well, let me help you with that,” Draco offered, leaning over to rub his hands over Harry’s frigid flesh. Harry moaned and Draco chuckled and felt a mild twinge in his arse from their vigorous activities the night before. Not once, but twice the men had woken up to find the other hard and ready for more. Never had Draco felt so insatiable, but he couldn’t seem to get enough of his beautiful raven-haired man.

Still, his tender arse protested another round so soon, so Draco backed off and stared up into his lover’s smoldering eyes. “I haven’t shared my bed with anyone since I was a small child,” Draco whispered, “but I could get used to waking up with you, Harry.”

The mention of Draco’s childhood brought back the chilly reminder that this wasn’t supposed to last. Any day now, Grindelwald would return and lay his claim on Draco, sending Harry to either pine after the blond or share him in secret. He didn’t know which sounded worse, losing his Draco altogether or having to know that he was sleeping with someone else as well.

“I don’t want you to fuck him!” Harry blurted, overwhelmed with jealousy.

“What? Who?” Draco asked, completely befuddled.

“Grindelwald, of course,” Harry snapped. “I want you to be mine and mine alone.”

Draco’s face softened into a sad smile. “You know I have no choice, Harry. I love you but I can never truly belong to anyone but him. He’s my father, my family, my protector,” he whispered. “And when he returns, he’ll want to be my lover, and I can’t deny him anything.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Harry demanded, his eyes flaming with such anger that Draco shifted away.

“That’s not fair, Harry,” he sighed. “Grindelwald is my Master. Until I can leave this tower, I must give him whatever he asks of me.”

“Then I’ll steal you,” Harry said resolutely. “I’ll take you away from here and we’ll hide from him. Together.”

“You’re a romantic fool, Harry,” Draco whispered, shaking his head in dismay, “And I love you.”

Harry pounced, pulling Draco to him in a tight embrace. “I love you too, Draco, and I’m going to find a way to save you.”

Draco kissed his beautiful Harry and lost himself in the moment, allowing himself to pretend that he believed the promises of his love. He could imagine a life with Harry. A cottage and a garden and the glorious flights they would take all over the world. He could fantasize about waking up in his strong arms and making love to him every morning. All of this he let himself picture without ruining it with harsh truth. Because deep down, Draco knew it would always be just a dream, and that wherever they ran, Grindelwald would follow until Harry’s blood covered the ground and Draco was his captive once more.

His time with Harry was slowly coming to an end, and Draco would make the most of what time he had left. He could only imagine what wrath he would meet when Grindelwald returned and found Draco’s virginity spoiled.

“I’m yours,” he promised the dark-haired man kissing him desperately; even if they both knew it was a lie. “I’ll always be yours.”

Author’s Note: *sigh* This is swiftly becoming my favorite of the fairytales so far. Next chapter…Grindelwald’s return.