FAMILY TIES

Reminder: telepathic thoughts in italics


Chapter Eighteen


The week passed swiftly for the two of them. They joined in the training, and some of the classes, as well as completing their Hogwarts assignments on time. At night, they both went to the lagoon to relax after the long day, and feed off of each other, which usually ended up with them kissed senseless or thoroughly shagged.

The day before the wedding, Kyrian and Gaidon came to collect Harry, placing him in rooms at the opposite end of the palace. “Whose idea is this anyway?” Harry pouted.

“Your grandmothers. You will both be cleansed before the wedding. It is the way of our people,” Kyrian grinned, “and it will make your day all that much more special.”

“What if I need to feed?” Harry asked.

“You fed last night, and Gaidon has offered to be a donor to you if you need it,” Kyrian replied seeing through Harry’s devious question.

“And Draco?”

“Severus is there with him,” Gaidon smirked. “It’s no use Harry. The Lady of the palace has spoken, and we don’t dare go against her wishes.”

“Gabrielle was quite insistent in this Harry,” Kyrian said. “Have you written your vows yet?”

“Yes,” Harry sighed in defeat as he sat on the couch.

“We can always practice with your archery,” Gaidon smiled. “There’s some tough competition for the contests tomorrow.”

“Or you can wrap your gifts for Christmas day,” Kyrian suggested.

“I could . . . I’ll just go get them,” Harry grinned getting up in hopes of seeing Draco again.

“I think not Harry,” Gaidon said, sitting Harry down again. “Nice try.”

“So, when are Granger and Weasley arriving?” Draco asked Severus who sat across from the chessboard from him.

“Tomorrow morning,” Severus replied, moving the rook. “You’re missing them already?” He teased.

“They’re not that bad I guess,” Draco shrugged. “They’re Harry’s best friends . . . it’s a package deal.”

“I still can’t believe Kyrian agreed for the whole Weasley pack to be here for the wedding,” Severus grimaced.

“Just keep your eye on the twins. I hear they’ve invented some new tricks,” Draco grinned, then moved his queen. “Checkmate.”



Harry lay in the strange bed, alone, wishing Draco was beside him. ‘Dray?’ He mind-sent.

‘I’m here Harry,’ Draco replied as he lay on his side, cuddling Harry’s pillow, ‘you there by yourself?’

‘No. Kale and Gaidon are stationed at the door,’ Harry replied. ‘How ‘bout you?’

‘Severus is here, awake and reading,’ Draco grinned.

‘You’d think they didn’t trust us or something,’ Harry thought back to Draco.

‘The bed feels too big without you here.’

‘Here too. I miss you love,’ Harry said.

‘If you were here, I’d kiss you right now to show you how much I miss you,’ Draco sent back.

‘And where would you kiss me?’ Harry teased.

Draco then let Harry see where he would kiss . . . and lick . . . and nibble, making sure to let him feel how aroused he was. ‘You would taste so good Harry,’ he thought. ‘I could just imagine how tight you would be around my fingers as I prepare you for my cock. I am so hard for you right now love,’ he added reaching under the covers to stroke his erection, his back facing Severus.

‘Gods Dray,’ Harry replied as he gripped his pillow tight, biting his lip to stop from moaning out loud, able to see a very vivid picture of Draco behind him, thrusting his cock into him.


Severus shook his head and smirked over to Draco, the scent of his arousal heavy in the air. He quietly closed his book, then slipped out the door, placing his chair in the hallway to guard the door. He knew what the two of them were doing, and let them. After all, they were not together.

After a few muffled moans, Gaidon and Kale also stepped out of the room, one at the door, the other at the patio door to make sure Harry . . . or Draco didn’t cave in and try to get to the other.


Harry and Draco stroked themselves to completion, their erotic images sent back and forth, sending them hurling over the edge. After a quick scrougify spell on themselves they quietly talked amongst themselves until they both fell asleep.


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Harry was awakened by Severus and Kyrian to be brought to the cleansing baths. Harry thoroughly washed while the other two sat outside the room to give him privacy. When he came out, Kyrian helped him dress in the wedding robes. Gabrielle then came in to fix his hair . . . much to the amusement of Severus. Not that she did a lot, but the thin braids at the sides were much neater when she did them. She then tied them at the back with a black leather tie. Kyrian slipped the circlet onto his head so it sat regally across his forehead, the silver interwoven design holding back his hair for his pointed ears to show.

“You clean up well Harry,” Severus smirked, looking elegant himself in his black dress robes.

Bree then came into the room to tell them that the Elven priest was waiting for them. “Not bad cousin,” she grinned.

“Have you seen Draco?” Harry asked.

“Yes, and he looks good. You’ll both be the best looking men there,” she smiled.

“They’re supposed to be,” Gabrielle grinned. “Have all the guests arrived okay?” she asked Bree.

“Yes, they’re being questioned relentlessly on the wizarding world from the young ones.”

“Have the twins tried anything yet?” Harry asked as they headed out to the courtyard.

“Not yet, but I have Cara and Kaylan tagging them to make sure,” Bree replied talking of their second cousin twins.

“You put the twins on them?” Gabrielle asked, “They’re just as bad at pulling pranks.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bree laughed, “they did promise not to do anything during the ceremony though.”

Ron and Hermione sat together with Blaise and Ginny, taking in the grandness of the courtyard. “Never thought I’d see, let alone be able to visit an eleven realm,” Hermione mused, looking around.

They sat on stone benches facing a raised altar. The columns surrounding the courtyard were adorned with sashes of the palest green silk material that lightly fluttered in the slight breeze. The smell of flowers was heavy from the beautiful bouquets that sat in between the columns and around the altar, the lilies healthy and bright among the greenery. A white runner was placed down the center aisle, as well as on either side of the altar where Harry and Draco were to come out.

Kyrian proudly looked at his grandson. “Harry, you do our race proud,” he smiled, placing his hands on Harry’s upper arms and leaning in to place a kiss on his forehead, “and I . . . we love you.”

“Thank you grandfather,” Harry replied, “although I haven’t known the family for long, I feel welcomed and cared for like I never have before. Thank you,” he smiled, embracing the older elf.

“Well, should we get you out there to marry your love . . . again?” Kyrian laughed.

Harry followed Kyrian out to the courtyard when his aunts started to sing. He stopped before the priest, then gasped at the sight before him when Kyrian and Severus stepped aside. Draco smirked back at him with his oh-so sexy, cocky smile. He wore a mid-thigh length robe in a soft grey color in a duponi silk. The side pleats and lining were a darker gray to match the close-fitting pants. The robe opened down the front and had four gold fastenings that started at the chest bone to end at the waist. Along the collar and down the front was a leaf design that was finely stitched in grays and black. Under the robe he wore a black mandarin collar dress shirt, buttoned up to the neck. He looked back up and saw the knowing look in Draco’s eyes.

‘Like what you see?’ Draco thought to Harry. Harry could only nod, wanting to run his fingers through Draco’s loose hair to pull him closer to him.

Harry was not the only one admiring the other. Draco drank in the sight of his husband. He was dressed much the same as himself, but the colors were darker. Black pants, a black dress shirt with the mandarin collar, the mid-thigh robe in a dark gray, the lining in a softer gray. The leaf design was the same but had burgundy threads mixed with the gray and black, a nice contrast to the red streaks in Harry’s hair.

After what seemed like minutes of looking at each other, but was only seconds, the two of them were brought back from a clearing of a throat. They looked up to see the priest smiling at the two of them. “Shall we proceed?” The priest asked.

They both nodded to the smiling elven priest and turned to face him. Harry’s hand reached out at his side to link his fingers through Draco’s.

“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of mind, soul, heart, and body of these two men. It is reason to celebrate when two soul mates meet, their paths and destinies entwined,” the priest smiled. “Now . . . I can go on . . . but Harry and Draco would like to say their own vows,” he grinned.

Harry and Draco faced each other again, the love coming off them in waves. Harry brought up their linked hands and placed a kiss to Draco’s knuckles. “Draco . . . my one and only, we have known each other for the past six or so years. You’ve been my rival, friend, lover, and husband . . . a life that has never been dull,” Harry grinned. “There have been many changes in my life recently . . . my heritages, my family, my brother,” Harry said glancing to Severus who stood at Draco’s side, “and you. You have chosen to be my mate . . . my husband, accepted my way of life. For that I could only love you more. I want to spend the rest of my days showing you just how strong that love is. I love you Draco, more than life itself, and always will,” Harry finished, leaning in to place a soft kiss to Draco’s lips.

Draco smiled back at Harry, his heart swelling in happiness. He brought their linked hands up to also place a kiss to Harry’s knuckles. “Harry . . . my love, my savior. You have always been in my thoughts, whether it was thinking of ways to hex you, expel you,” he smirked, “Or ways to get you in my bed. There have always been strong feelings between us. First hate, then love. You have saved me Harry, emotionally and physically. You’re the only one that can make me feel like this . . . loved and complete. I love you with my heart, body, and soul, and want to grow old with you, see that irresistible smile of yours every day, and feel your kisses forever and always,” he finished and leaned in to give a soft kiss to Harry’s lips.

“The love you two feel, is strong, shown in your words and the way you gaze upon each other. I feel privileged to join you two as husband and husband this day and I bless this union. As the two of you have exchanged rings recently, you have decided on another age-old tradition among the elves with a mark,” The priest finished, then nodded to Harry and Draco who smiled to each other. Their right hand slid up each other’s neck, resting below the ear. They both incanted the elven spell, feeling the surge of magic run through their hands. Their hands slid to the back of their necks, pulling each other closer, their lips melting in a tender kiss, an elven bonding mark left of their necks.

‘I love you . . . so much,’ Harry mind-sent to Draco as his arm when around Draco’s back to pull him closer, his tongue seeking entrance past his husbands lips.

They were interrupted in their kiss by catcalls and whistles from the twins. Harry withdrew from the kiss with a smile on his lips. “Later,” he whispered before stealing another kiss.

“You can bet on it,” Draco smirked taking Harry’s hand in his to face their friends and family.


Gabrielle and Kyrian led Draco and Harry to the palace where they sat for a wedding photograph that Gabrielle had insisted on. Afterwards, before they went to their reception out in the gardens, Harry embraced a surprised Gabrielle. “Thank you grandmother,” he softly said by her ear.

“It was not a problem Haden. You’re family,” Gabrielle smiled, cupping the one side of his face.

“I just wish Mum and James could have been here,” Harry sighed, looking to the wedding portrait of them on the wall.

“They are Haden, in here,” she said, placing her hand over Harry’s heart. “They will never be far from your heart.”

Harry leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Thank you. Now I think we should attend this party you worked so hard on, considering Draco and I are the guests of honor,” he grinned.



When the four of them entered the gardens through the flowered archway, they were greeted by cheers and laughter from the crowd. Fred and George had handed out loud wizarding firecrackers that erupted into the sky, confetti and sparkles raining down upon them. They waited for any tricks the bursts may have caused, then couldn’t help but laugh when Fred and George shook their heads at them innocently.

During the meal that was lovingly made my Harry’s family, several toasts were made to the couple. Many escapades that Harry and Draco went through were brought out in the open for all to hear by the Weasley’s, Remus, Severus, Ron, and Hermione.

Afterwards, Harry and Draco went around to the tables talking with their guests, until the music became a little louder and little faster. Brianna, Cara, and Kaylan dragged the two of them onto the dance floor, where they were soon joined by the younger generation of elves, witches, and wizards. Harry would dance his way towards Draco, to then be pulled away by someone else, but not before he was able to steal a quick kiss to Draco’s pouting lips.

Draco sat with Severus, taking a break from dancing, enjoying watching Harry laugh and dance with his cousins and friends. The two of them had shed their outer robes quite awhile ago and unbuttoned the constricting top buttons of their dress shirts. Draco gazed longingly at his husband’s body, the way the shirt gaped open at the top to see the chest and neck he so loved to taste, the way the pants clung to his backside as he swayed to the music. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take without taking him to bed.

“You don’t need to be so obvious you know,” Severus smirked, seeing Draco’s eyes darken when he looked at Harry.

“He’s beautiful Sev. I’ll never tire of looking at him,” Draco sighed.

“I’m very happy for the two of you Draco. You both deserve it,” Severus sincerely said.

“Thanks Severus. I do love him . . . and not just because he’s got a great body . . . kissable lips . . . tasty . . . ”

“I get the idea Draco,” Severus laughed. “Looks like they’re setting up for the competitions. Are you trying for anything?”

“No, but Harry is in just about everything. There will be archery, sword play, throwing knives, and flying . . . with brooms for those who wish.”

“You’ll be racing love,” Harry grinned as he came up to Draco. “You’re my only competition,” he smirked.

Draco tugged on Harry’s hand for him to sit on his lap. “And when can,” a kiss to Harry’s neck, “we have our own competition?”

Harry put his arms around Draco’s neck, leaning in to kiss his lips. “And what kind of competition are you wanting to take part in,” Harry softly said as he teased the corner of Draco’s lips with his.

“To see which one of us begs the most,” kiss, “to cry out the loudest,” a brush of the tongue against smiling lips, “to see how long I can fuck you into the mattress,” Draco finished.

Harry’s hand grasped the back of Draco’s neck as his lips and tongue ravished Draco’s mouth. Neither one of them noticed when Severus had left after the first kiss. After several minutes where the family let them have their kiss, Harry was suddenly pulled back into Gaidon’s arms. “Let me go Gaidon. We were . . . busy,” Harry smirked, looking at his uncle over his shoulder.

“We could see that,” Gaidon laughed. “Time for the archery competition. You two can finish what you started later.”

“Fine,” Harry dramatically sighed as he was let go. He pulled Draco to his feet after doing a quick concealment charm on the front of their pants. Draco held Harry’s hand as they followed the competitors into the courtyard.

The festivities lasted much of the rest of the day, the fairy lights twinkling around the party as night fell. After an impromptu game of quidditch that the elves wanted to watch, Harry and Draco transfigured their jeans and T-shirts back into their dress clothes and snuck away while they could.

Once in their bed chambers, Draco hastily did a locking and silencing spell on the door, then went after his husband who stood by the bed. “Finally,” he smirked.

“It wasn’t that bad love,” Harry laughed as he kicked off his boots.

Draco magicked the room for some soft music to start playing. He took Harry’s hand in his and drew him closer. “Dance with me Harry,” he softly requested.

Harry stepped closer, his one arm around Draco’s neck, the other on his chest, his fingers toying with the buttons. They swayed to the music together as they feathered light kisses to their lips, cheeks, and neck. As they shared the languid kisses, their hands traveled over each other’s bodies, slowly undressing each other. When their bare chests pressed together, their kisses grew more passionate at the feel of skin on skin.

“I love you . . . so much Dray,” Harry huskily said as he tongued the marital marking on Draco’s neck, his warm hand sliding into the back of Draco’s loosened pants.

Draco’s breath hitched as Harry’s hand gripped his bare bottom. “Love you too,” he replied looking into Harry’s eyes. Just before his lips found Harry’s, he whispered a spell, then moaned as their now naked bodies were pressed together chest to hip. He moved his hips forward, almost cumming there when Harry threw his head back and gripped his shoulders, their erections grounding against each others.

“Feels so good,” Harry groaned as he quickened his hip movements.

“I can make you feel better,” Draco grinned against Harry’s neck as he maneuvered them to the bed.

Once the back of Harry’s legs hit the bed, he was pressed down onto the mattress as Draco rained kisses down his neck. Draco knelt on his knees, leaning on one of his arms as he licked and nibbled his husband’s writhing upper body. He smiled against the heated chest as his tongue and teeth played with the ringed nipple, Harry’s back arching up to meet the sweet torture.

Harry’s breathing became more ragged as Draco sucked and pulled on his nipples, his hips thrusting up in the air, wanting more. His hand went over Draco’s on his waist, guiding it to his cock, where their joined hands slowly stroked the hardened length.

“Fuck Harry . . . you look so . . . fuckable right now,” Draco huskily said leaning up to meet Harry’s lust filled eyes.

“Gods yes,” Harry moaned as he spread his legs more in a silent invitation.

Draco murmured a lubrication spell as he teased the puckered entrance of Harry’s ass. “Is this what you want love?” He asked sliding the tip in, then to draw back out.

“More . . . please Dray,” Harry panted.

“Look at me Harry,” Draco softly said as he slid a finger deep inside of him. Harry’s eyes closed for the briefest moment as he thrust another finger inside. “I love to look in your eyes when you’re about to cum for me Harry. The way you lick your lips, or bite on your bottom lip trying to hold back your cries for more.”

“Dray . . . I need you,” Harry moaned as he reached between them to stroke Draco’s weeping cock.

Those four words were Draco’s undoing. He knelt between Harry’s legs and lifted one to his shoulder. He gripped his cock in his hand as he pushed forward, watching as it slowly slid past the tight ring of muscle. He stopped and closed his eyes, the feeling of Harry around him pure ecstasy. His hand slid down Harry’s leg to his hip as he thrust in fast and deep, then slowly pulled out to drive back in again. The fourth time he cried out Harry’s name as he came, filling Harry with his warm semen. He leaned over and slid his arms under Harry’s back lifting him onto him.

“Gods . . . you feel . . . so good inside of me,” Harry raggedly said as he raised himself a little to come back down, Draco’s still hard cock filling him.

Draco’s hands slid down Harry’s back to grip his ass as he thrust up while pulling Harry down. “Ride me hard, Harry,” he hoarsely said by Harry’s ear.

Harry’s rocking movements quickened in time with Draco’s hand as it stroked his cock between them. When he felt Draco’s fangs sink into his neck, he arched his neck back, tangling his fingers in the blonde silk, pulling him closer. “Ahh . . . gods . . . Dray,” he cried out as his orgasm ripped out of him, his cum shooting out onto their chests and stomach. Draco withdrew his fangs, the taste of Harry’s blood thick in his mouth. He licked the wound closed then pulled Harry’s head down to take possession of his mouth. He thrust up once, then let go of Harry for him to lie back on the bed, as he pulled out to stroke his cock to completion, spraying his cum onto Harry’s stomach and hips.

Harry’s hand glided down his chest and stomach, spreading the cum over his body. He smiled devilishly before he grasped Draco’s arms to pull him down, their bodies slipping against each others from the combined cum. His smile slipped a little when he felt Draco’s hand cup the side of his face, the thumb stroking his cheek. The intense, and look of pure love that Draco was giving him made his heart beat a little faster. He turned his head to lick the pad of Draco’s thumb, then reached up for a kiss.

Draco met the kiss, his lips caressing Harry’s. He shifted onto his side, pulling Harry close as he tightened his arms around his back. No words were spoken as they held each other close, their legs entwined together, their hands caressing the other’s hip or back.


When they pulled apart about an hour later, they shared a tender kiss, then helped each other off the bed. When they entered the bathroom, they were pleasantly surprised to see everything ready for them. The bath was filled, smelling of vanilla, with candles lit here and there, giving the room a soft mysterious feel. As if on order, the window above them showed the brilliant stars shining brightly against the blackness of night. At the side of the tub, fluffy looking towels were waiting for them as well as a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.

“Wow,” Harry softly exclaimed as he looked around.

Draco nodded in agreement then led Harry down the tub steps, the warm silky water soothing their bodies. He sank into the water, and happily leaned back against Harry’s chest. He sat back, moaning in appreciation as Harry lathered his chest with soap. Slippery hands slid down his body, washing away the cum on his upper body. He felt Harry’s lips press onto his neck, licking and nibbling the marital tattoo. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he felt Harry’s fangs scrape against his neck. His hands slid down Harry’s arm to link his fingers through his, giving a low moan when he felt fangs then sink into his neck.

As Harry leisurely drank from Draco, his hand skimmed down his stomach, to his hip, pulling him more between his legs. His fingers slid between Draco’s legs, gently pulling on the blonde pubic hair before teasing Draco’s entrance. He felt the pulse race against his lips as he slid a finger inside, moaning when inner walls squeezed around it.

Harry slowly retracted his fangs, licking around the punctures. He nibbled his way up to Draco’s ear, licking the shell before taking the lobe into his mouth. He slipped another finger inside Draco, pushing in deep to stretch him for something much bigger.

Draco placed his hand over Harry’s between his legs as he slipped his legs over his, spreading himself wider. He raised himself while he reached between his legs to grip Harry’s erection. He moaned when the fingers were removed and the head of Harry’s cock slipped past the first ring. He slowly lowered himself until he was completely filled. He waited for the pleasurable burn to fade before raising himself up again.

“Gods . . . your tight love,” Harry groaned as he slid his body forward on the underwater bench.

Draco braced his hands on Harry’s knee and the ledge behind them as he impaled himself over and over again on Harry’s hard length. Harry’s hands were sliding over Draco’s leg and hips as he leaned sideways a bit to flick his tongue across the blonde’s nipple.

“Mmmm . . . feels so good,” Draco moaned, “harder Harry.”

Harry sucked the nipple into his mouth, biting the peaked nub as he thrust up into him. He began to stroke Draco’s hard length in time with the rocking hips on top of him, his release right on the edge. “Cum for me love,” Harry panted. “Now . . . ah hh . . . fuck!” He cried out as his cock was surrounded by the convulsing walls as Draco came. He pulled Draco down, grinding him onto him as he emptied himself into the tight heat.

Draco slowly sat up, letting Harry slip out of him. He turned to face him as he kneeled between Harry’s legs. “That was . . . incredible,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck.

“It’s always incredible with you love,” Harry replied, meeting Draco half way for a kiss.

They eventually climbed out of the tub, wrapping themselves in the silk bathrobes that were laid out for them. Harry rescued the champagne bottle from the melting ice and led Draco out to the balcony. They snuggled together on the large divan, sipping their champagne as they gazed out at the stars and listened to the soothing night sounds around them.

They lay in each other arms and talked through to the early morning hours until they watched the sun rise. Once they heard the early morning risers, they went back into their rooms, closing the door behind them, before slipping under the cool sheets of their bed.

Draco lay on his side, cuddled against Harry who lay on his back. He kissed the side of Harry’s neck. “Thank you Harry,” he quietly said.

“For what love?” Harry asked tightening his arm around Draco’s back.

“For being there for me . . . saving me . . . making me feel special, and for loving me,” Draco replied. “I love you Harry.”

“I love you too, Dray,” Harry smiled, kissing Draco’s forehead, “always.” They soon drifted off to sleep, feeling happy, contented and warm in each other’s arms.

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