Dragon Hunt

Snape stepped out of the bedroom and couldn’t keep the smile from his face. His godson was loved by someone who just might be strong enough to protect him from what was to come. But the smile faded to a look of disgust as he saw the bed, sheets and blankets and pillows strewn all around and stains making it all too apparent what had been going on. Before it was a conscious thought, Snape had magically scrubbed, sterilized and made the bed.

Draco and Harry then appeared from the bathroom, wrapped only in towels and clasping onto each other’s hands as if it was life itself. The sight was almost heartbreaking because of what news he was here to deliver. He turned his back so that both boys could change into robes and settle themselves on the couch. Of course, they were wrapped in each other’s arms. Charlie had warned him they would be extremely reluctant to physically separate.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” he said as he sat in the chair across from them. “One of the Dark Lord’s contacts has informed him that Draco was released from St. Mungo’s. He has summoned us.”

“Then go,” Harry said flatly.

“Us, Mr. Potter,” Snape said. “He wants to see Draco.”

“No,” Harry snapped, looking to his mate for confirmation, but even before he turned, he knew he would find none. The purr did not match his own feelings. The purr was nervous and scared, but also resigned and proud. “Draco, no,” Harry said firmly.

Draco looked to his godfather without meeting Harry’s eye. “How long?”

Snape shrugged. “Immediately, but given your state when you left the hospital, I believe I can buy you another day.”

“Then do it. And if you could, bring me some of my things from the manor?” Snape nodded and took his leave.

Harry was torn between wanting to wrap his arms tightly around Draco and never releasing him and turning away from him. He did manage to turn away from him, but couldn’t bear to pull his hand away from Draco’s grasp. “Harry?” Draco pled, trying to pull Harry to face him.

“You said you wouldn’t let him take you,” Harry said coldly. He heard the ache his tone caused in Draco’s purr, but he refused to give into the temptation and comfort his mate. “So you will leave me willingly.”

“Temporarily,” Draco said stiffly. “For your own good, our own good.”

“How could you walking up to Voldemort for any reason be for my good?” Harry snapped, finally turning to face Draco. “What good could him having you do for anyone besides him?”

Draco stared at Harry and couldn’t help his mixed feelings. He loved that his mate was so fiercely protective of him, loved that he was loved, but annoyed that he was being treated like someone who needed protected and cloistered away. He tugged his hand from Harry and stood stiffly.

He brushed his hair away, using its dampness from the bath to slick it back as neatly as he could without a mirror. “I have a role to play, Potter,” he spat.

Harry’s heart felt like it had stopped within his chest at the use of his surname, but the purr was still there and still as comforting as always. The duality confused him.

“I will see the Dark Lord and I will bow at his feet and kiss his robe and play my role as spy for the Order of the Phoenix. I will do my part to bring the monster down and protect my mate from his diseased plans.” Draco turned and faced him and Harry saw the coldness in his expression that he had been used to for so many years and finally realized how skilled an actor his mate truly was. “I will do what I need to do as you will do what you need to.”

“I don’t—“

“I don’t like it either,” Draco snapped, “But the only way we will know that we are safe to be together is to bring him down.”

“It will be so dangerous for you, Draco. And he is cruel even to his most devoted followers,” Harry said, his voice cracking.

“And I’ll have you to come back to for comfort,” Draco said, his cold veneer cracking and his true self showing through again. “Won’t I?”

“Forever,” Harry breathed, standing finally to wrap his arms around his mate.




Harry lounged on the bed, completely nude and watched his mate. He smiled smugly when he saw how stiffly the blond moved and seethed slightly when he sat to tie his shoes. Draco dressed and primped in the mirror. Snape had brought some of Draco’s personal effects and now Draco was transforming from the mate he loved to the git Malfoy. It started with expensive robes cut similarly to Hogwarts robes, but of richer fabrics of a green so dark it may as well have been black. And then Draco slicked his hair back with gel and tied it in a tight tail. It had grown to just barely that length. “You’re trying to seduce me and convince me to stay,” Draco noted, seeing Harry’s wanton image in the mirror.

“Yes,” Harry said simply, leaning back further into the soft pile of pillows, and allowing his legs to fall further open, even as he stroked his erection. Draco grinned and took in the marks he’d place on his mate: love bites and scratches made in the act of their love making. He regretted that his own had been healed in preparation for today. He stepped over to the bed, leaning over to run his tongue up Harry’s leg from ankle to hip and then over to the stiff cock teasing him. He jumped back when Harry reached for his hair.

“Uh-uh,” he said, waving a teasing, admonishing finger at Harry. “Not the hair.”

“Tease,” Harry complained, collapsing into the pillows, defeated.

Draco frowned. “You make staying here too tempting, but I have to go. You know that and it takes forever to put on the traditional Malfoy airs.”

“Yes,” Harry breathed disappointedly, but then smirked up at Draco. Draco could only gulp at the look on his mate’s face. Harry pulled himself to his knees on the edge of the bed. “You obviously can’t participate,” Harry pouted. His hands moved down his chest to his engorged cock. “But I can’t wait for your return. I need satisfaction,” he teased.

Draco leaned back on the edge of the dressing table as he watched his mate stroke himself, groaning and gasping with the sensations he was creating for himself. “Gods, Harry, you’re torturing me.” His own cock was as stiff as the one mesmerizing him.

“You started it by denying me,” Harry managed. Draco watched as a hand disappeared behind his mate and he realized that Harry was fingering himself, stretching himself. “I need more,” Harry complained roughly, his eyes scrunched closed with effort. “Deeper. I can’t get deep enough. Draco, please!” Harry begged. “Please, dragon,” Harry gasped and Draco could no longer deny him.

Harry hadn’t even heard his lover move, but suddenly he had been spun and pulled onto his feet, pushed down so that he was bent over the edge of the bed and then he was filled and stretched, deep and tight like he needed. “Oh, gods, Draco! Harder!” The dragon obliged, pounding into his more than willing partner. Harry gripped the sheets beneath him, feeling his orgasm building. “I’m coming!” he screamed, still feeling Draco pound him and then Draco had emptied himself into him and collapsed momentarily on him. “Thank you,” Harry sighed happily.

Draco took a moment to catch his breath before pulling out and away from his lover. Harry crawled weakly deeper into the bed and pulled the sheet around his body. He watched as Draco smoothed the lines of his robes, splashed on cologne, double checked the perfection of his hair and the practiced his sneer in the mirror.

“You are sexy like that,” Harry said casually, sleepily, “but all the more so when your hair is loose and soft and your swathed in my jeans and t-shirts, or better yet, naked.”

Draco gifted him with a soft smile before the sneer returned to its place. “Severus will be here any moment to collect me.”

“Just be careful,” Harry said softly. He pulled himself from the bed to stand before Draco.

“Of course,” Malfoy spat. “I’m not some foolhardy Gryffindor after all.”

“No,” Harry said softly. “But you are my mate and I will worry about you any moment that you are not safely in my arms.”

Draco scoffed. “I’m a dragon, Harry. I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t want it to come to that.”

“It’s time,” Snape said from the doorway. “Potter, are you never clothed?!” he shouted.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Stop intruding upon my private room without being announced and you will not be subjected to it,” he snapped. He turned his attention back to Draco. “I love you,” he said, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on soft lips. “Come back to me.”

Draco nodded. “Always, my love.”