Inamorato

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“Is it okay?” Draco asked, tipping his head to the side. “If not, we can try a different one. I just wanted to try one that I wouldn't mind being around all the time.”

He watched as Harry's irises turned entirely gold and gold color streaked his dark hair and his skin began to shimmer. “It smells...” Harry tried to think of a good word. When he couldn't, he simply said. “It compliments your scent. It's nice.”

Draco smirked. “Good. Is that why you turned all shimmery and golden?” He raised an eyebrow. “You look really hot like that, by the way.”

Harry smiled and Draco's heart sped up. “I change whenever I'm resisting you.” He wrapped his fingers around Draco's arm and brought the pale wrist up to his face. He nuzzled Draco's hand, inhaling deeply through his nose. “I don't want to resist.”

Draco sucked in a sharp breath as Harry licked his palm. “So don't.” He replied hoarsely.

Harry let out a trilling sound and licked a long, hot line up Draco's arm, from the pale, slender wrist to the sensitive skin of his inner-elbow. “We're supposed to be getting to know each other.” Harry whispered as he leaned in closer, bracing his hands on the Slytherin's thighs and not stopping until his nose was a mere inch from Draco's.

Draco whimpered quietly and replied, in a soft husky voice. “So why don't we play a game?” When Harry moved his head back an inch and tipped it inquisitively to the side, the blonde explained. “We'll...ask each other questions. I'll put a Truth Charm on the bedroom so we'll have to answer honestly. If we don't want to answer we have to do one thing of the other person's choice.”

Harry grinned and scrambled to his feet. “Modified 'Truth or Dare'; I like it.” He started walking backwards towards the bedroom, moving with an exotic grace that made it impossible for Draco to tear his eyes away. “Are you coming?”

Five minutes later the boys were lounging on the bed in their room. Draco was reclining back against the pillows and the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed casually at the ankles. Harry was on his stomach, two pillows stacked under his chest so he could prop himself up comfortably. His wings were relaxed against his back, but spread slightly so they draped down his sides and onto the bed as well. Draco cast the Truth Charm with a lazy circling motion of his wand and the word 'Veritas' breathed in a mere murmur.

“You can go first.” Draco offered, gently petting Harry's hair since the Gryffindor's head was right next to his stomach.

“Hmmm...” Harry leaned into Draco's touch while he thought. “Oh, okay, I know.” He smiled evilly up at Draco. “Who did you lose your virginity to?”

Draco winced. “Well...” He debated briefly about opting out, but it was only the first question. He supposed to wasn't that bad and sighed, answering. “Pansy.” At Harry's shocked look, he decided to explain further. “We wanted to know what all the fuss was about and to see if we could handle being married. It was pleasant, but we realized it was also awkward and...yeah. We agreed after that not to be anything more than friends.”

“Huh.” Harry nodded slowly. “Alright. I guess I can see that. Although, a girl?” He shuddered. “Ugh. Nasty.”

“I'm telling Pan you called her nasty.” Draco teased, nudging Harry playfully with his leg. “And yes, Harry, a girl. I've been with both, though I prefer guys. Now, for my turn.”

Harry grinned and poked Draco's side lightly. “If you tell Pansy, I'll have to tell her the context in which that statement was made.”

Draco laughed. “Fine, fine, fine. I won't tell.” He tugged gently on Harry's gold-streaked hair. “Now hush so I can think.” After a long pause, Draco asked. “What was it like, being raised by Muggles? You mentioned a cupboard...?”

Harry's head snapped up and he stared hard at Draco. The blonde seemed genuinely curious, so Harry decided to give an answer – albeit a vague one. “Well, I didn't know I was a Wizard until I got my Hogwarts letter so it's not like I was missing something; at least not something I knew about. After my first year here...well, my family doesn't like magic so it was a bit difficult, you know?”

Harry sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, his wings shifting restlessly; the left one brushed against Draco's right leg. “I guess they're like the Muggle equivalent of Death Eaters – they despise magic and think all witches and wizards are freaks who should have their 'freakish ways' beaten out of them. Should that fail, we should all be locked up and kept away from 'good, normal people' so as not to contaminate them.”

Draco blinked slowly, trying to understand everything he'd just been told. “So, wait...they tried to beat your magic out of you?”

Harry sighed again. “That's technically a second question, but...” He shrugged, his wings moving restlessly again. “When I was younger, yes. They also tried starving it out of me. This past summer, since it was my last with them, they just ignored me. Which was, believe me, perfectly fine with me.”

“Oh.” Draco touched Harry's cheek lightly. “I know this will sound inane, but I'm sorry you went through that. I really am.”

“I know.” Harry smiled, a bit sadly. “So, my turn?” Draco nodded and Harry asked. “What's your mom like? I mean, you know, when she's not being the stiff, cold wife of Lucius Malfoy?”

Draco laughed. “Um, well, she's a mom, you know? She spoils me with sweets and presents. She asks me about my relationships and tries to put her two knuts in about them.” He smiled to himself, his eyes unfocused as he thought. “She hugs me and laughs with me and tells me how proud she is when I do something well.” His smile slipped a notch and he met Harry's eyes.

“She...” He sighed, then continued carefully. “She worries over Father's influence on me. She worries I'll make the same mistakes he made...the same ones Aunt Bella and cousin Regulus made.” His face grew solemn as he said, almost to himself. “The same ones my godfather made.”

“But Snape is a...” Harry almost bit clean through his tongue when Draco looked at him sharply, cutting himself off just in time.

“A what?” Draco asked suspiciously. When Harry shook his head, the blonde said. “Consider this my next question. What do you know about Sev that I don't?”

Harry chewed his lower lip thoughtfully. “Well, it's not really my secret to tell you. And I guess because no one was sure of your loyalties Snape didn't tell you...and, I mean, he really should be the one to tell you...” Harry trailed off uncertainly.

“Be that as is may, Harry, he obviously doesn't intend to!” Draco pointed out, his voice calm, but firm. “Do you doubt my loyalties? I don't bear the Dark Mark and I don't intend to. I never intended to.” He looked at Harry, silver eyes locked with gold, and said seriously. “I have a right to know if my godfather is lying to me. Wouldn't you want to know?”

Harry thought about how no one had told him about Sirius...and how he'd thought his godfather was evil for most of his third year. He remembered how much it had hurt to think of someone who was supposed to love him being on the opposite side of the war. That was what Draco was feeling. That not only would he be facing his father on a battlefield – who Draco held little love for after all Lucius had put him through – but also Severus Snape. His godfather – a man he loved and admired. A man he thought had made poor choices – a man he feared would be taken from him because of those choices.

“Swear you won't tell anyone you know? Not even Snape?” Harry asked, knowing he had to tell Draco the truth. He had to help relieve some of the burden from the blonde boy.

“Of course I won't tell.” Draco assured him. “And if Sev ever trusts me enough to tell me himself, I'll act surprised.”

Harry nodded and blurted out. “Snape is a spy. He tells Albus everything he can about Voldemort and his plans. He risks his life every day to help the Light win this war. He's a snarky, nasty bastard, Draco...but he's not evil.”

Draco's mouth fell open in shock. “Oh my...shit!” Draco covered his face with his hands and let out a choked sob. He wiped at his face with his hands quickly, taking several deep breaths to calm himself. “Thank Merlin for this! Thank you, Harry, for telling me.” The blonde smiled weakly at him. “It hurts to know he doesn't trust me enough to tell me...but I'm so glad he's not one of them. Thank you.”

Harry smiled softly and reached out a hand to catch a stray tear on Draco's cheek. “Of course. You needed to know.” His smile widened and turned mischievous. “Now tell me...who was the first guy you had sex with?”

Draco flushed, all thoughts of his godfather pushed to the side by his Gryffindor's outrageous question. “No way!” He protested. The boy wasn't someone Harry knew, but Draco wasn't quite comfortable sharing that particular story with him just yet. “Not answering.”

Draco's eyes widened as the gold in Harry's hair spread until nearly half of it was gold and shimmery. His eyes no longer had a white part, it having been swallowed by gold color as well. “Strip.” Harry ordered, his voice low and compelling. “You can leave your boxers on, but I want the rest off.”

Harry had barely finished the command before Draco was obeying. His button-down shirt was flung to the floor, his socks and trousers swiftly following. The blond now wore short black silk boxers and nothing else. Harry crawled up and over the pale, trembling boy until he was straddling his hips, his hands braced on either side of Draco's shoulders. He dipped his head down and nuzzled Draco's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of Draco's power mixed with the spicy-sweet perfume the blonde had dabbed on himself earlier.

“Ask me a question...” Harry licked the shell of Draco's ear as he whispered into it.

“Um...” Draco took a shaky breath in, trying to focus on anything other than Harry Potter's wet tongue in his ear...or Harry Potter's hot breath on his neck...or Harry-bloody-Potter's ass pressed against his growing erection. “How did you realize you were gay?”

Harry chuckled darkly. “I'd rather not say right now...it's not conducive to the current mood.” He pulled back to grin wickedly down at Draco. “I'll be happy to tell you some other time, though.”

“I see...you still get a penalty.” Draco warned. When Harry merely waited for his order, Draco shrugged. “Alright, you asked for it.” His trademark smirk slid onto his face. “Before I give an order...are there any rules about what I can order you to do? Any lines I'm not allowed to cross?”

Harry nodded slowly. “You can't order me to fuck you...or to allow you to fuck me. My virginity is my gift to you and I'll give it only when I'm ready. Other than that...” Harry's golden eyes gleamed eerily. “No, no rules.”

“In that case, Harry...” Draco smiled up at the gorgeous winged creature above him. He reached up a hand and tenderly touched Harry's cheek. And despite the fact that he was supposed to be giving an order – as per the rules of the game – his next words came out as a question. “Will you suck me off?”

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A/N: HA!!! Yes, I really AM ending the chapter there. If you leave your e-mail, I alert to updates! ~ FA